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Wow, that was more popular than I expected. Sorry I've been slow to get back, been busy as fuck with work. That being said, I got more for you guys. Enjoy. +++ I was still in a bit of a daze, trying to process everything that had just happened in the short span of a few minutes. Even now, with my dad's HIV-positive cum dripping out of my hole, I couldn't believe it, almost as if I was in the middle of a dream. My dad's hand slapping across my thigh jerked me out of it promptly enough, though, and I shakily turned over onto all fours, my limbs feeling weak under me. His hand came and hooked under my hips, tugging me backward toward him until I was a bit higher, my sore hole presented to him. He licked his lips, reaching for his phone and grabbing it. Under me, I could see my shadow suddenly pronounced, the light of his camera brightly illuminating behind me. I could feel his cock at my hole again, the head teasingly prodding at my abused pucker, then the sound of the camera snapping. Chuckling, he sent the photo off, then tossed the phone aside. Both hands went back to my hips, and with a sigh, he tugged me backward against him, his shaft sinking into my hole with a burning ache. "That's it, slide down on it, Mason," he growled, his hands gripping my midsection tightly as his hips thrust forward. The base of his cock was thick and throbbed hard as he pressed it into me, those hairy, heavy balls pressed hard against my hole. Still pressing in deep, he began to turn his hips around ever so slightly, grinding his cock around in me and pushing at the walls of my ass in every direction. Sliding back out, I could feel my hole being pulled out with him, every veiny inch tugging at my ring and making me shudder. He was no easy fuck by any measure, but at least now with a load in, it seemed to have an easier time than it did before. That wasn't to say it didn't hurt, though; I could still feel the sting with every thrust as his cum worked into my beat up hole. "Now that your cunt is nice and wet, I can take my time, enjoy it..." he groaned, slowly working his cock in and out. I could feel it, every inch of it, sliding in to me, a sick wet noise coming out every time his hips mashed up against my ass again. One hand went up from my waist to my neck, pushing it down and angling me so that my ass was up in the air, the perfect angle for him to drill in deep. One leg came up beside me, his foot planted not far from my head as he began to really, really rut me. The weight of him seemed to be pushing right into my ass, slapping roughly. His breath was heavy, clearly working to ram as hard as he could into me. The entire bed shook along with it, roughly battering against the wall. I couldn't help the small grunts that left me with his thrusts, his size making it impossible to stay quiet. Mitch had never been this rough with me, not to mention as big. It was no doubt too much for me, but my dad didn't care much. As my head was sideways on the bed, I could see him on top of me, a smiled spread wide across his face. Sweat was coating his body in a sheen, dripping through the hair and filling the room with his pungent, musky smell. My eyes were inevitably drawn to the tattoo again, watching it shift as his abs flexed with his movements. He looked down and saw me eying it, then chuckled to himself. "Like it, boy?" he said, grinning wider when he saw me look away. "Maybe we'll get you one, too... Put it right on your cunt, that way everyone knows what it's for," he said, closing his eyes and relishing the idea. As he did it, I could feel the head of his cock grinding over my prostate, my entire body twitching in response to it. He leered at me as he did it, then began to grind it over and over, watching me squirm under him. Even with the burning, I could feel my cock drooling down onto the bed. "Something tells me you're gonna love it, slut," he jeered at me as he jabbed forward over and over, pummeling my prostate until I couldn't help but cry and whimper out in time with it. "There you go, let it out. Daddy's got more to give you..." He stopped talking then, instead focusing on my fucking me literally senseless. It was too big, filling me up beyond what I could handle, but he didn't care, instead mashing my prostate repeatedly with frenzied strokes. His breaths came out in grunts and snarls, and before I knew what was going on, his foot was down on my face, pushing it into the bed as he snarled, ramming in as deep as he could. I thought he was going to cum soon, but he seemed to have other plans, sustaining the brutal rutting for a few minutes, his sweat dripping down onto my back and shoulders, his scent covering me outside like his load covered me within. Some of his cum dripped down my balls, a good bit of it squelching about and coating my ass and the hair around his groin. In the midst of the lewd, wet noises, I could hear his phone buzzing, and finally, he slowed down for a brief moment to reach down over and pick his phone up. His foot left my face then, and I got a chance to breathe for a bit while he paid attention to his phone. He put it up to his ear, only slowing down his thrusts as he said, "You're here? Yeah. No, go on ahead. The door's unlocked. We're upstairs." He hung up, and soon after, heavy footfalls began to make their way up the stairs. When they reached my room, the door opened to reveal what I could only guess was a trucker, from the look of it. He was a big bear of a man, his belly big and round unlike my dad's more muscular, dense tone. He was dressed in a leather jacket, an oil-stained pair of jeans, and a confederate flag cap. He stood a good foot taller than my dad, and as he came in, I could feel my heart race at the knowledge of what he was here for. Even now, I could see the sizable swell of his bulge in the front of his jeans. "This your new cunt?" "Sure is. This is Mason... I think I told you about him," he said with a devious grin. For his part, the newcomer seemed surprised. "Mason, say hello to my buddy Jack. Y'all are gonna get to know each other real well," he said, not missing a beat as he continued to thrust away. Jack seemed the opposite; clearly, my dad hadn't told him who it was that he'd found to stick his cock into. "Jesus, Connor, you're pozzing your own son?" for a moment, I took his incredulity to be disapproval, but he then whistled, shaking his head and reaching down to rub at his bulge. "Sure am. Caught him with his legs up like a whore, so..." he trailed off, chuckling. Jack grinned back, shaking his head. He was loving it, standing there and watching as my dad fucked away. The intensity picked back up and soon I was grunting again, my hands grasping at the sheets while I slammed forward over and over again. Jack came forward to the bed, his denim-covered groin right in front of me. He smelled of tobacco and sweat, the outline of his cock visible through the jeans. It was monstrous, even bigger than my dad's. "You know, we call Jack here Jack the Ripper, on account of his cock having a knack for tearing up a cunt when he uses it," my dad said, and I had no trouble believing him. If my dad was a tough fit, it was impossible to imagine that massive thing entering me. He began to undo his belt, the buckle loosening around his midsection and the jeans sliding down. His belly hung down over some, but even then, I could see the fat, uncut cock hanging down from it, a piercing peeking out from the foreskin. It wasn't fully hard yet, but it looked to be at least 7 inches already. "Get your mouth on it, boy." Jack was all too happy to help, reaching down with a hand to run his fingers through my hair, gripping it some and bringing my face to the base of his cock. His scent was strong there, like salt and maleness, and I could feel his cock throb against my face, grinding against it as my mouth got a taste of his balls. He held me there, forcibly burying my face in his dense pubic hair against him. After a few moments, he pulled me up, giving me only a moment to pause before the tip was at my lips, the piercing pressing in between them and making its way in as his shaft stretched my jaws open. It was a cramped fit, and the sensation of that piercing rubbing into the back of my throat wasn't helping. Jack wasn't one to care, though; every time I tried to pull back off of his cock, his hand would hold me steady, forcing me further back down instead of letting me up for air. I could feel tears in my eyes as I fought not to retch, barely keeping my stomach down before that glistening length was popped out, dripping with spittle and precum and positively huge. At full length, he was about eleven inches, the base of it looking about as thick as my wrist. Behind me, I heard my dad laugh. "I felt that... You're tightening up your cunt just thinking about it, aren't you?" It was impossible not to, and I suddenly found myself glad that my dad was still fucking me, ironically enough. The longer he fucked me, the longer I had before Jack had his turn. Almost as if reading my mind, my dad began to pick up the pace, snarling as he pounded away. "Stuff his throat again, Jack. I want him to squeeze it out..." Jack nodded, grabbing my head in his massive paw of a hand and pushing me down on his cock again, my face soon buried under his belly as his cock fucked deep into my throat, the front of my neck bulging out obscenely with it. I tugged away, desperate for air, and I could feel my hole clench around my dad's cock, a hiss coming from between his teeth as he hunched over me, his sweaty belly on my back, chest on my shoulders, breath hot on my ear. With a low grunt, he slammed in deep, his cock flexing and spewing another load into me. His weight went slack, relaxing as pulse after pulse of cum was deposited inside me. Jack finally let me off of his cock, thick strands of spittle connecting from my lips to it. "Turn 'im around,'" he grunted, and after a moment, my dad picked himself up off of me, my back wet with his sweat, then pulled his cock out of me with a tug. His cock popped out of me and I gasped, feeling the warm cum leaking out of me and the emptiness left without his cock inside me. I didn't have much time to ponder or savor it, though, as they both maneuvered me around roughly, making me turn around onto my back so that my hole was at the edge of the bed. At that point, I could see Jack above me, a cigar between his lips. He brought a lighter to the tip, holding it there till it was well-lit and glowing orange. Putting the lighter away, he stepped forward, one hand pulling his cock up then letting it slap down against mine on the bed. It was almost comical how his cock dwarfed mine, and I could tell already that it was going to be a painful fit given how heavily it lay against me. That was all the reprieve I got, though. Jack soon pulled his hips back some, that cock sliding down my balls until the piercing was pressed up into my crack. I could feel the metal pressing against my open pucker, and as I began to fidget, my dad's hands came down on my arms, pinning them down and holding me in place. "Now, now, boy, don't be rude." "Dad, please, he's too big, there's no way he's gonna fit," I begged, too terrified of that cock to worry about the fact that I was being disobedient. "Aw, hell, boy, that's what they all say," Jack said, chuckling to himself as he pushed his cock into me, no warning or preparation. I simply felt the metal pushing past my pucker, then the fat head soon following. Given how my dad had been fucking me, it wasn't too terrible of an entry, but his cock soon filled out, and I could feel my hole being stretched once more. The burn returned, soon replaced by the sharp pain of my hole being opened beyond what it was supposed to. It relentlessly pushed forward even as my hole desperately tried to push it out. "There you go... I can feel your pussy milking me, baby... Gonna knock you up with my strain too...." he said, sighing and letting smoke stream out. He wasn't even fully into me, but I already felt like I was being split in two. Before long, he seemed to hit a wall, my hole stubbornly refusing to give despite his rough jabs. He seemed annoyed by this, then reached into one of his pockets. "Sniff." He held a bottle of poppers to my nose. I knew what they were of course and I gladly obeyed, bringing my head forward a bit to put my nose at the edge and inhaled deeply. They were new and strong, and I immediately felt the rush going through me and the pain in my hole lessen. "Again." Another few hits, each time getting me more giddy than before. By the time he was done, I felt weak, the burn in my hole almost feeling distant. Jack seemed satisfied, and with a rough thrust, I felt him break in deep, his shaft sliding in the remaining few inches with relatively little difficulty. I couldn't believe the fact that he was in me... Entirely in me. I looked down, almost expecting to see a bulge in my stomach where I could feel his cock pulsing in me, as if deep in my core. I let head fall back then, almost delirious. This couldn't be happening, could it? My dad seemed to take advantage of the opportunity to straddle my face then, covering up my view of Jack. "How about you clean off daddy's cock, hm?" He said, pushing his shaft in between my lips and sliding the cum-slick length down into it. It didn't taste too bad, though I could still taste a hint of metal in it from the way he'd torn me up. No doubt Jack was only making it worse, especially as he began to pull his shaft out of me. I could feel his piercing dragging out inside of me, the sensation making me groan around my dad's cock as it hauled back and forth in me. I felt like I was being punched in the gut over and over, being stuffed so utterly again and again. "Fuck, I ain't gonna last long at this rate," Jack said to himself with a chuckle, and I could see my dad grinning above me. If I wasn't mistaken, I'd almost say he looked proud. "Yeah, I really scored with this one, didn't I?"

So I'm cumholin' at a motel - doing alright, three loads in so far - when in walk two younger Mexican guys. Well...one walks right in like he owns the place - the other hangs back a second before coming in. (Pro Tip: Duck tape is a MUST to cover the door mechanism so the door can just be pushed open) The assertive one (Alpha) strips down, the shy one (Beta) follows. I hit my knees to blow them hard. Thats when they start talking to each other in Spanish. I dont look it, but I speak fluent Spanish. So I understand everything they are saying. Turns out these guys are honest to goodness brothers. No lie. Brothers. Alpha assures Beta its all gonna be fine...that he's fucked "mariposas" (faggots) a bunch of times. But this was Beta's first time fucking a queer! (Maybe his first time fucking anyone) Alpha takes charge; tells his younger brother to lay back on the bed with his head on the pillows. I know the drill. I get on my knees to blow him while Alpha gets on his knees behind me, lubes his fat dong and shoves it in. He immediatly starts sawing into me. As he does, I'm blowing his younger brother. But everytime I look up at his face, the younger brother is focused on his older brother using my cunt. And his cock is getting harder and harder...and, I might add, much longer than his older brother. Soon enough, Alpha prompts a switch and Beta lines up behind me and slips into my sloppy hole. He hesitates to go deep so i back into him so that he has breached my inner ring. Funny...I believe he was surprised at the sensation. Yeah, in was definately his first faggot cunt. Alpha orders him to fuck me, but to not cum. They both get close several times as they trade off using my holes. But all the while, Beta's focus has been on his older brother. Seriously...its like he's looking past me...through me...like I'm not even there. So after awhile were taking a break - the brothers are laying side by side. I continue playing like i think they're buddies and chat them up in English. I comment to Alpha that "his buddy" was sure focused on him using my cunt earlier. I ask him if they ever fuck. Beta blushes. Alpha notices. I whisper to Alpha (loud enough for Beta to hear) "Your buddy's hungry for you...he wants you. He wants you to use him like you used me" Betas cock jumps upon hearing this. There is an instant palpable tension in the air. "Look at him... He wants you...he wants you to be his first..." "Es verdad?" (Is it true) Alpha asks his brother earnestly...his brother swallows hard and averts his eyes, but his cock answers...with a long slow leak of precum. Alphas cock is now also at full attention. Without a further word, the younger brother turns over flat on the bed...his smooth sweet ass on display. I part his cheeks to reveal his soft pink pussy. I watched as the older brother absently stroked his cock, transfixed as I squirt lube on his brother cunt. I had set the stage, so I stepped away from the bed...this is happening. Alpha lay down over his brother. "Lo quieres?" (You want it?) - asks the older one...in a breathy whisper right into his brothers ear. A quiet nod was his reply. And the older male slowly, lovingly entered his younger brother....claiming his virginity. A long sigh escaped Beta's mouth. A sigh of pleasure, of satisfaction...of a lifelong wish finally fulfilled. I am motionless. Transfixed. Watching from the corner. Not DARING to disturb this moment. And the older brother makes love to his younger brother for the first time. Slowly, gently. It is beautiful to watch. Time stood still as the older brother fucked his own flesh and blood with increasing urgency. Until there was no stopping, no turning back...until the family seed passed between them in a long suspended moment. The older brother kissed his younger brother on the neck repeatedly. They murmured something between them i could not make out. The younger brother turned onto his back. They exchanged soft kisses. The older brother used the back of his finger to wipe a tear from his brothers right cheek. They lay there in the glory...wallowing in the cumjoy. Holding on to each other and the magic of this moment. In time, the older brother went to clean up in the bathroom. The younger brother lay there..tears welling in his eyes and falling down his face. For he had finally been made whole. Wordlessly they both got dressed and left. We all three knew their lives had changed - that they had been changed - forever as they stepped out, silently, into the night.

Part 15 It was almost noon when Rob woke up on Sunday. He didn’t remember what time he got back to the hotel. He and Cody had used 3 other bottoms after Dylan had left. One of the sluts they used was so loose and tweaked when he arrived, that they ended up double fucking his gaping ass and sending him on his way, but the other two were used for longer periods of time. Cody was becoming Rob’s New Orleans BFF. He was sure they would get together more during the week. He was also sure that at some point he was going to plow Cody’s muscular ass. Rob dragged himself out of bed and threw on some gym clothes. He wanted to get pumped up so he looked good in his photo shoot later that afternoon. Today’s workout would have to be quick he thought because he only had a couple of hours before he had to meet Nick at the leather store. By the time Rob had worked out, showered and was ready to leave the hotel it was almost 2 p.m. He stopped by a bar serving alcohol to the street and grabbed a quick beer to go as he made his way down Bourbon street. He did have a little time to kill before he needed to be at the leather store so he figured he’d get some quick action somewhere and then head over. He really didn’t have much time to go through the usual process of trying to hook up via one of the apps on his phone, so he hoped someone was available now and close by. As he opened up the phone apps to search, an idea hit him. “That video arcade is close,” he remembered, “I bet there is some cock sucker just waiting for cock there; I’ll be able to get my rocks off quickly and still make it to the store in time since it’s so close.” The decision was made and he made his way to the arcade he had visited earlier on this trip. The arcade had several guys walking the halls between the booths looking for action. “Ahhh…. Choices,” Rob murmured to himself as he entered the video area. It wasn’t long before he made his choice and locked eyes with muscular guy in a tank top and running shorts. The guy noticed Rob and immediately entered a booth, pausing only briefly to make sure Rob would follow. By the time Rob entered the booth and locked the door, the muscle bottom was already naked and on his knees. “Wrap those cock-sucker lips around my cock and start serving your Master you cock slut,” Rob demanded. The cocksucker did as he was told and treated Rob to an excellent blow job. The guy knew how to suck cock and there wasn’t even a hint of teeth as Rob pumped in and out of the willing mouth. The guy paused only briefly to take a big hit of poppers and then went back to work. Rob grabbed the popper bottle and took a hit himself. The mouth was amazing Rob thought. What made it even better was the fact that the cocksucker didn’t have a gag reflex and somehow was able to massage Rob’s cock with the walls of his throat when Rob was all the way in and resting his balls on the guy's chin. “You’re doing a great job slut, but it’s now time for you to give me that muscle ass.” “Stand up and bend over the seat.” The bottom did as he was ordered and Rob began fingering the muscular ass. Rob handed the poppers back to the bottom and told him to take a big hit and get ready. The hole was really tight Rob thought. Even with his saliva coated cock, the hole was going to need some more lube. Rob of course wasn’t concerned about the bottom; he was thinking more that he didn’t want his cock chafed. After all he had a big night of fucking in store tonight at the party. It was then he spied a few used condoms on the floor. He reached down and picked them up. After he had squeezed out all the cum to apply to his cock, he roughly fingered some more of it into the bottom’s ass and he pushed his cock head in. The bottom inhaled the poppers deeply and Rob continued his assault. The muscle ass just milked his cock so he kept things at a steady pace to just enjoy the feeling for a while. However the moment the bottom said “Fuck me with your big cock it feels so good,” something snapped in Rob’s head and he became suddenly aggressive and began to brutally drive his cock into the ass. He would drive it balls deep then pull completely out only to drive his weapon back in to the hilt. Over and over he kept up this assault pattern. The bottom’s head was driven into the back wall of the booth with a loud thump and he began to whimper from the force of the fuck. Finally Rob shot his load deep up the muscle bottom’s ass. When he pulled out he grabbed the bottom by the hair and forced him to clean the cum, ass slime and blood off his cock. “Every drop, pig!” exclaimed Rob. “I want my cock squeaky clean before I leave.” Satisfied that his cock was clean, Rob zipped up and left the booth. He glanced at the time on his phone. It was time to head over to the leather store for his photo shoot. Rob entered the leather store and was immediately greeted by Jerry the clerk. “Hi, welcome back, what can I help you with sexy stud?” Rob just rolled his eyes. He certainly hoped that Jerry wasn’t going to be involved with the photo shoot. He felt a chill just thinking about the old queen sucking on his cock. “I am here to see Nick, he should be expecting me.” Jerry started smiling and shook his head in acknowledgement, “Oh I see, Master Nick is in the back, let me call him.” Jerry picked up the phone and called Nick. “He’ll be right up, feel free to browse around and if you have any questions I’d be happy to help.” Rob just shook his head and walked over to look at some slave collar and leashes. As was usually the case, Nick came up behind him and surprised him. This time he patted Rob’s ass as he greeted him. “Rob, glad you made it; come with me to the back I have a photographer ready.” Rob smiled and replied, “Your employee Jerry isn’t going to be part of this is he; he kind of creeps me out.” Nick laughed, “Definitely not, we will even lock the door so we aren’t disturbed.” “You really should give Jerry a chance though, he’s a nice guy and means well; Besides, I hear he has a really long cock that can be lots of fun.” Rob gave Nick a look like he was in shock hearing this, “Nick you know I only Top so I really don’t care what he is packing.” Rob followed Nick to the back and was amazed at all the lights set up for the photo shoot. He thought “Wow this is really legit.” Nick introduced Rob to Tony the photographer and then led Rob over to a desk. “Before we start I have some paperwork I need to have you sign.” Nick grabbed a couple of thick document packets and then continued, “This first one is a release stating that we can use your photos and images for commercial purposes and you release us from any liability from using your pictures etc.” That made sense to Rob, so he didn’t even bother reading it; he grabbed a pen from the desk and signed it. “This second one is a consent form related to use of the bondage equipment and gear.” “It basically says you agree to the use of the equipment etc. and are a willing participant.” “I told you before how our insurance company is all about liability and shit.” Again Rob didn’t bother reading anything, he trusted Nick. He was here after all to be photographed in gear so of course he agreed. He grabbed the pen and signed the second document. “Finally, this is a contract where you are agreeing to work for us and promote our products.” This time Rob signed the document before Nick could even finish his sentence. After he signed the final document he said, “I am all yours.” “Yes indeed, so let’s get started,” replied Nick. “Are you thirsty; you remember where the water fountain is, or today I brought in some beer for the shoot?” “I’ll take a beer, the taste of your water is something I am not used to,” replied Rob. Nick handed Rob a bottle of beer and Rob took a big swig. He turned the bottle and looked at the label. “I don’t recognize this brand it has a different taste; I like it.” Nick just smiled and replied “Yeah it’s a local microbrew; they add some local herbs and special ingredients.” “It’s very popular around here; we called it XG for short.” “XG?’” inquired Rob. “Yeah, it stands for X-tra Good.” What Nick didn’t tell Rob was that the beer was brewed with even higher levels of the herbs that were incorporated in the “fuck water”. Of course he had also added a little extra X, G and Viagra to the bottle before Rob arrived and had several more bottles ready to go for when Rob wanted another. “Nick, will there be a lot of people at the party tonight?” Nick nodded, “Yes we will be at full capacity.” “We actually have to open up the overflow area and bring in extra bottoms for tonight; we set up a gloryhole wall to keep people occupied between fucks.” Rob was excited and continued his questioning. ”What is so special about tonight that you will have so many people?” “Well we have a very special featured muscle bottom that the members are excited about,” replied Nick. “We actually are charging an extra fee for tonight’s party and have extended the hours so it lasts through tomorrow night.” “It’s a special 24 hour fuck fest.” “In fact it’s such a big event that we have had to limit attendance to ranking members only.” Rob got a worried look on his face, “Does that mean I can’t come as a guest?” “You can come Rob, I promised you that earlier and since I am one of the organizers I do have some pull,” chuckled Nick. “You won’t be able to wear that guest member arm band though and get the special privileges it provides like you did last time; I’ll see if we can get some other sort of band to help get you some action.” “Thanks Nick, you are the best and since I am on a vacation I can stay and play until it ends.” Nick nodded, “Yes you can, and in fact I am quite sure you’ll stay until the last load is shot.” “Ok, Rob let’s get you geared up and take some pictures,” Nick said as he handed Rob a full latex body suit to try it on. “There is some baby powder in the changing room, you may need that to get the suit on,” Nick informed. Rob took the suit, his half-finished beer and headed to change. While Rob was changing, Tony came up to Nick and said “I was dying when you were talking about the party; I could barely keep it in.” “The guy has a great body but he is truly as dumb as a rock.” Nick shook his head in agreement as they both quietly laughed. It took a while, but with the help of the baby powder Rob managed to finally get the suit on and returned to the room. He again was wowed when he saw himself in the mirrors. The suit clung tightly to every muscle and showed everything. “Looking good,” Nick said with a whistle. “Ok, so head over to those manacles and collar hanging from the brick wall over there.” Rob questioned the request “Do you really think a Top like me would be chained up like that?” Nick just sighed; he couldn’t wait for the drugs to take hold so Rob wouldn’t be so argumentative about everything. “Think of it like you are a gladiator chained in a dungeon before you go to battle.” Rob nodded and allowed Nick to manacle his arms and legs to the wall and attach the thick metal collar around his neck. Tony adjusted some lights and then came over to Rob and wiped off some lingering baby powder from the outside of the latex suit. Tony paid special attention to the crotch area and his rubbing helped Rob’s cock to harden. “Now give me a mean look like you are ready to fight,” requested Tony. Rob did his best sneer and Tony snapped a couple of photos. Nick then walked up with a popper mask. “Let’s try this,” he said as he placed the mask on Rob. The mask was fully loaded with poppers and Rob started to shake his head and complain. You really couldn’t understand what he was saying through the mask, but it was clear he wasn’t happy about the idea of being restrained and fed poppers. “Relax Rob, I’m sorry about the poppers, apparently whoever used it last forgot to clean it after they were done.” “Let us just capture the shot and we’ll take off the mask.” Tony took his time with the next couple of pictures so Rob was flying high on the poppers by the time they took the mask off. Instead of a look of anger on his face, he just had a goofy grin on his face. Apparently the G and X were now hitting his system as well. The Viagra was definitely working based on the way his cock was straining against the latex. Nick handed Rob a leather harness and pair of leather shorts with the ass exposed. “OK Rob, change into these for the next set-up; you can finish your beer while you are changing.” Rob chugged the rest of his beer and then changed into the leather outfit. The outfit certainly wasn’t as difficult to put on as the latex body suit, but there seemed to be something wrong with the snaps on the cod piece they didn’t seem to hold the thing on very well. In a party situation he probably wouldn’t worry about it since he probably wouldn't be wearing it but wasn’t sure about having his picture taken without the cod piece in place. All it would take is for his hard cock to press a little against it and the thing would probably pop off. At any rate he would just deal with it. He was feeling really sexy and horny right now anyway. Rob emerged from the changing area and was met by Nick with another beer in his out stretched hand. Rob gladly took the beer and was led to a bondage table. Nick adjusted the harness and requested Rob to hop up on the table and lay on his back. Rob obliged and was soon tied spread eagle to table. Tony climbed up a step ladder and took a couple of overhead shots. Nick then unfastened the restraints and told Rob to roll on his stomach. As he did, he knocked the loose cod piece off of the shorts. Again Tony took some aerial shots. What Rob didn’t realize was that his cock and balls were pushing out between his legs from behind and were a clearly showing in the pictures Tony had just taken. “You are doing great Rob, just want to capture one more pose while we have you on the table.” Nick again unfastened the restraints and told Rob to roll back over. Robs hard cock sprung straight up. He started to say something about his freed cock, but then Nick applied a pair of nipple clamps to his nubs. He opened his mouth in shock and pain as Tony captured the scene with his camera. Rob was re-restrained on his back and a leather pig mask was put over his head. A couple of pictures later, the mask was removed and he was set free. He had no idea what the mask looked like that was just on his head. He actually was starting to feel horny as hell yet he was a little unsteady as he got off the bondage table. Nick handed Rob a jock strap. “Just for the hell of it put this on; I think with your ass, it will make some great pictures.” Rob looked at the jock; it was the red jock with the words FUCK ME written across the back that he and Nick had just ridiculed a couple days ago. “Seriously, Nick” Rob protested. “Don’t worry bud, we won’t show your face; trust me,” said Nick in response. “OK,” Rob said as he went back to the changing room. When he returned to the room Rob was feeling happy and ready to play, although he was a little light headed and was staggering just a little as he walked. Nick placed his hand on the back of Rob’s neck and guided him to a fuck bench and gently guided him onto it. Nick tightly strapped Rob to the bench so that he couldn’t move. He then spread the leg mounts as far apart as they would go. Rob’s ass was totally exposed and it made for fantastic pictures. Tony knelt down to get some close ups of the tight pink hole. He blew on it a couple of times to make it quiver for the camera. Rob giggled in response. Tony then stepped back to take some full body shots of Rob restrained to the bench. Rob protested, “Hey guys, I thought you weren’t going to show my face, I am a Top after all.” Nick replied “Sorry bud, let me get a mask.” Nick returned with a different style popper mask. “Don’t worry bud, this isn’t the same popper mask; it doesn’t have any poppers in it,” Nick said as he placed the mask over Rob’s head. Rob breathed in, there was a smell but it wasn’t poppers. It was somewhat sweet but he couldn’t quite place it. As he struggled to think of what he smelled he lost consciousness and his head drooped down into the fuck bench. Nick walked back to Rob’s exposed hole and pressed his thumb against the tight clenched orifice. He looked at Tony and said, “So tight and so tempting, but that will have to wait, the guests will be very upset if we deflower his ass before they get a chance to do so.” “They are paying a lot of money for the opportunity.” “Get him to the warehouse and get him prepped for his big debut tonight.” “Keep him knocked out until I get there; I need to swing by his hotel and see what other info I can gather from there as well as from his phone.” “Actually now that I think about it, I’ll just check him out from the hotel; he won’t need his room there anymore.”

Just got my first ever bareback load! Hooked up with a big black top from craigslist... He mentioned on his ad that he was out of condoms and I knew I wanted to be loaded for the first time so I ‘forgot’ to pick some up on the way to his. Needless to say he went to town and pounded me hard and ended up shooting 3 loads in me. Damn it felt so good. The connection, the skin on skin and the cock twitching as he unloaded. Was my first bbc also and after I got used to the size/pain it felt SO GOOD. Why have I been wasting so many fucks all these years not going BB??

Stopped in bookstore at lunch. Wasn't looking for anything in particular but needed something. It was pretty dead cept for a few seniors and a skinny twink guy. I ended up jerking my cock near the twink and saw he was interested so I walked into booth after nodding to him. He follows and is soon sucking my cock like a pro, loving my dirty daddy talk. I tell him I want to fuck him and he pulls his shorts down and stands, leaning over on the bench seat. He's got a small ass, but the crack is hairy?. He's dry as can be so I squirt some lube and start fingering his tight hole. He moans a bit as I put a second finger in and ask him if he's ready for Daddy's cock. Yes Sir! He says, and I begin pushing inside him. He opened up nicely, but still tight around my cock. I grab his hips and fuck nice n steady, telling him daddy's got a big load for his ass. I can feel him clamping tightly, so I call him my slutty whore and cumdump. He starts bucking back onto my cock harder, milking me. "Earn that load, pig" I tell him, and he starts fucking himself on my cock as I stand there. As I'm about to cum, I hold him firm so I can do the fucking, and I nut deep as I can as he starts jerking his cock and shoots on the floor under him. I mix my load a bit inside him, pull out, and tell him to clean me up. He sits and laps at my cock and nutsack, cleaning me up good so I can tuck my cock away. I rub his head and tell him thanks.

Uncle Pete was lying beside as we smoked. I was thinking about all that had gone on since I first ssked my uncle about getting fucked for the first time. Jeff had made love to me in Key west, gave every load to me bare. My ear now sported 3 piercings, (like Unle Pete and Jeff), and I was smoking cigarettes regularly. I came to the realization that I was probably HIV positive, probably from Jeff's load. Oddly, I wasn't angry or confused. We dressed and went downstairs where Jeff was fixing lunch. We ate our lunches outside. Then Jeff showed me a website called Breeding Zone and a story he had posted about charging his partner's nephew. Our Key West story. I actually got hard reading the story. At that point I finally mustered the courage to ask, "How will I know I am positive?" Jeff, looked at me and said, some guys get something called the "fuck flu" and some don't. The only way to be sure is to keep taking our bareback loads. With that my unclev said, Todd, you up for some more. Three minutes later the 3 of us were up. The air smelled of poppers and cum and over the course of 4 hours my ass had been loaded with 6 more loads of cum. For the next six weeks the three of us engaged in sex. Me with my uncle, me with Jeff, and my uncle and Jeff together. Finally the day arrived when the piercing studs could be replaced with hoops. Part 6 to come soon......

I went upstairs and got undressed and waited. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to a tongue being slipped into my mouth. I opened my eyes to se Uncle Pete lying beside me naked. Again he inspected my newly adorned ear with the side of his finger, turning the piercing studs, just like the guy at the piercing place had recommended. After the are healed we will get you some small hoops like the 3 Jeff and I wear. (Maybe the piercing thing was all part of their plan). I looked down to sneak peek at his already hard cock. I had forgotten his dick curved upward. Uncle Pete then told me Jeff wouldn't be joining as Jeff thought Uncle Pete and I deserved some alone time. He then handed me a bottle of poppers as he began to rim my ass. He then fingered my ass a bit as he climbed on top of me. He lubed my ass and his cock and poised it at the opening of my ass. Then he began to slip it in. To my delight and with the help of the poppers I felt his curved cock slip past my second sphincter and rub against my prostate. I was in total bliss as he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth. He told me how tight I felt. We continued for at least 20 minutes before he told me how much he loved me, and he was about to share his DNA with me. At that he emptied his 8 day load from his nuts into my ass. He rolled off, and he was going to make an exception to smoking inside an lit two Benson and Hedges menthols and handed me one.

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

Part 16, welcome home. I laid there in the hammock while the others started to clean up There were several more people who were knocking on the door. I am guessing they were some of Mr. Ali's staff looking for instructions because he would say things like try the one in the sling by the pool. Or boy #5 up in loft should be ready for more by now, or there are two in the basement that probably need a break, but make sure they dont go far, others will want them in a little bit. As he was shutting the door, Jax lifted me out of the hammock. My god he is strong, I held onto his arms for stability. They were like tree branches, incredibly hard but remarkably smooth and soft as well. I was pretty lost in the power of them so I probably stared too long because then I heard him say, 'you kind of like my guns huh kid?' 'They are incredible. Maybe sometime if you could, I could go to the gym with you? I just found out I made the hockey team at State and need to bulk up.' 'Oh precious, I don't think you would want to go to my gym with me. You would get eaten alive.' That didn't really make much sense to me, but I said, well i have to get tough if I am going to play against with the big men in college. He smiled and said, lets see how you do over the next few days. But if you think you can handle them, they would love to show a nice little treat like you the ropes. I was a little dizzy... probably from that drink Mr. Ali gave me a couple hours ago so it took me a minute to get dressed like the others were. Slowly they started to leave the woodshed. Within a couple minutes they were all gone except Mr. Terry. As I pulled my t shirt back over my head he stepped up behind me. He grabbed the bottom of my t shirt and stretched it down my chest and belly. He wrapped his arms tight around me and was very gently playing with my nipples through my shirt. The scruff on his cheek was scratching my neck. I felt his tongue come out and lick my neck and I heard him breath in as if he was sniffing my hair or my neck? Or getting ready to taste his prey again. He moved to my ear and whispered....'you did amazing tonight, I cant wait to have you worship me again. Would you like that boy? Would you like Uncle Terry to stretch out that sweet little cunt of yours again? Let me put my gift in you over and over?' All I could do was nod, but he felt my head move and just kept rubbing his chest against my back and grinding his hips into my ass. I felt my cock getting rock hard again. He was still circling my nipples ever so slowly. Feeling his scruffy masculine chin on my tender neck was amazing. I just kind of melted back into him. He size and power kept me safe while he just played with me like a little doll. He whispered again into my ear... 'we are going to become very good friends, just like your daddy and I are. You are going to wake up in the middle of the night wondering where I am, why is my cock not inside you keeping you warm and safe. Why are you not looking into my eyes and feeling my powerful cock stretch your pussy lips wide. Do you remember that feeling of when my cock was milking your hole boy. Imagine what the inside of your pussy looks like coated with my sperm all over the walls of your colon? I nodded and let out a whimper. It was like the only thing I could do. I felt powerless to stop him and I didn't want to. I loved how in control of my mind and body he was. He continued to sway and grind a little more, just repeating little comments to my ear. A couple more kisses and he pulled apart from me and said, we better get back to the party. A few minutes later we walked back into the kitchen. Mr. Ali offered me to have a seat on a big chair and one of his staff handed me a drink and whispered in my ear....'Come back to us, Lukas come back to us'. And he snapped his fingers. I closed my eyes, shook my head and was like. Wow, what just happened. I felt a bit numb and confused. Where am I? What is going on? Oh.... right, I brought some pizza to a party. No, it was a pie. Right, that cherry pie everyone was so excited about. That's right, that's Mr. Ali the host. And this is his house. The room was bright and loud with everyone talking and commotion going on. Mr. Ali spoke loudly and laughed and I hear him yell out, 'Tony, your new pizza boy woke up'. I turned to my left and there was Mr. C. he had a beer in his hand and came over with a big smile on his face. 'Oh, nice of you to wake up Lukas.' 'I am so sorry Sir, I don't know what came over me. I was doing a tour with Mr. Ali, he was showing me his house. And he gave me a drink. Oh my god, yes, he gave me drink. I must have fallen asleep. I am so sorry, please don't be upset with me? I promise I will do better. Please don't fire me.' He laughed and said, 'Fire you, its not your fault pup, Mr. Ali needs to stop with his celebration drinks.' Still laughing he said, 'I am not upset at all, I have been have a good time. Actually, I had an amazing time. But lets get out of here ok? I stood up quickly and felt really funny. Man my legs were really tight and my butt was really sore. That chair isn't as comfortable as it looks, that's for sure. Mr. Ali rushed over and kissed my forehead and said. 'oh my child of god, it was wonderful to meet you after all this time. Thank you for helping me earlier and I do hope I will see you again very soon. You are a great boy and an lucky young man. You have some much brightness in your future. He handed me a $100 bill and said this is for helping me out today.' 'Wow, are you kidding me Mr. Ali? $100? Oh, that is too much, it is just too much.' 'No son, you deserve that and a lot more but it is already more than twice what Mr. C allows for tips' Mr. C looked at him and winked said, 'yes, it is a lot Lukas, I told you if you work hard it will pay off' As I was walking out to the truck, I was walking a little funny. Mr. C said, 'whats up Lukas, why are you limping?' 'I dont know Mr. C. my legs are like rubbery feeling and my butt feels really funny. I must have sat there funny during my nap. Again, I am so sorry about that.' He said, 'Well give me the key, I will drive.' I sat there quietly realizing I had three deliveries and had about a couple hundred in tips. This was more money than I ever had before. Mr. C was smiling and watching me count it. I took the $100 bill and said 'Mr. C, I would like you to keep this.' He said, 'that's very generous, but I am not about to take your money.' 'Well none of today would not be possible without you helping me, it is the least I can do.' 'Lukas, I had an incredible day also, I have watched you grow up and today I saw you take a big step toward becoming a man. I am proud of you. Do you want to know what you could do for me?' 'YES, anything!' 'Stay with me tonight?' 'Seriously? YES, I would love that. I don't want to think about going back home.' As we pulled into his driveway he opened the garage door. I looked at the garage door slowly open and cavernous garage open up to the light inside. Just then I had this flashback in my head of someone saying 'yeah, shine that light in there and open up for me, be a good boy and open wide.' At the same time I had this imagine in my head of a soft fleshy tunnel, wet and glistening, with white stuff coating the walls in thick layers. It was light inside, it looked like the back of my throat or my esophagus or something. My dick twitched and I reached up and touched my nipples. Almost to like check if they were still there. Whhoooow, that was strange. 'What the heck was that'... I thought to myself. Then I heard Mr. C, say 'What's wrong Lukas?' I shook my head and tried to tell him the flashback I just had. 'He commented, that is interesting, I love flashbacks like that. I had a similar one a few minutes ago' and he smiled and rustled my head again. As we entered his house he said 'is your leg still bothering you? You are still walking a little funny pup'. 'Yeah, I probably just need to do some stretching before bed' i said. 'Yes, yes we should, I have a few stretches in mind that I think would really help you out. Oh shit... damn it. 'What Mr. C, what is it.' 'Oh Lukas, I just remembered the cleaning lady didn't come today, I had the sheets for the spare rooms in the wash, but she didn't make the beds.' 'Oh that's ok Mr. C, I can sleep on the couch or in the hammock downstairs even.' 'No, that's ok, you are my guest, I will sleep on the couch' he said. 'Is it one of those big beds,' I asked? 'Oh yes, big king size and amazing soft.' 'Well, I dont mind sharing if you dont mind? Sometime's when my uncle visited he slept in my bed with me.' 'Oh? Well that is interesting in several ways, but yes, we could share, I don't mind at all if you are ok with it.' Mr. C said. I heard a noise down the hall and Mr. C said, 'Oh Lukas, I am so forgetful, I forgot but I told my very good friend Terry he could stay too. You might have met him at Mr. Ali's house? He said he bumped into you a couple times. He said he was having a cigar when you got there and then brought him some of the cherry pie.' As Mr. Terry, came out of the hallway, he and Mr. C hugged each other and then Mr. Terry came over and said, 'hello again pup.' I stuck my hand out and said 'Hello Mr. Terry, nice to see you again too. I hope you enjoyed the pie.' He passed by my hand and went in for a hug and said, 'it was the most amazing pie I have ever had and why don't you drop the Mr. and just call me Uncle Terry.' When he was hugging me his facial hair tickled my neck and it was almost like he was smelling me. How funny I thought, but yet, why is my dick getting hard? Why has it been getting hard all day? Mr. C commented to Uncle Terry, 'Lukas and I were just discussing sleeping arrangements, my housekeeper has all the beds torn up except the master bed. Lukas had said we could share. But I hadn't told him yet you were staying over as well. Why don't you and Lukas take the big bed and I can sleep on the couch.' 'Mr. C, I have an idea..... I don't need much room, we could have like a slumber party and all three sleep in the bed? I could be in the middle, again 'I don't need much room. Then you on one side and Uncle Terry on the other side...... Or you know, I can just go home, it would be ok.' 'NO NO NO, you are not going home. I mean. I would like it if you stayed here with us. Terry you wouldn't mind if Lukas sleeps between us tonight would you'? I felt Uncle Terry put his hand on the small of back near my waist line and say. 'I think that sounds like a wonderful idea Tony.' Mr. C walked down the hallway toward the bedroom and Uncle Terry's hand slipped a little lower and patted my butt. Fuck, my dick is getting even more hard. Maybe I am going to need to jack off before bed. I don't know whats wrong with me today. I then felt Uncle Terry take my hand and start to move me down the hall behind him.

Just had my first poz load and I'm craving more

Two firsts for me today. Finally hooked up with someone on BBRT and finally knowingly took a poz load. The guy was verstaile like me. We stripped, kissed and sucked each other off. When he was ready he pliunged his cock inside me, but didn't quite manage to cum. So, he pulled out and wanked furiously until he was ready to explode and then thrust his cock back into me, flooding me with his poz cum. I tried to return the favour, but he admitted after a short while that it'd been quite a while since he'd been fucked and he couldn't continue being fucked by my 7 inches. I'm now further down the slippery slope myself!

The three of us headed to Uncle Pete's car. There was a tingling in my white briefs. The last load Jeff had filled me with just before we checked out of the guest house oozed into my white briefs. I was somewhat conflicted about being filled with poz cum, but also not afraid or opposed to getting charged again. Would being poz be all that bad. We got to Uncle Pete and Jeff's house and brought our luggage inside. We stepped outside and took seats on the patio. I grabbed the pack of Benson and Hedges menthols, lit one and took a long deep drag. Uncle Pete did the same and while he exhaled smoke, he asked me what I was thinking. I admitted to being aroused by the situation I was in now. Jeff, grabbed a smoke and lit one. He was telling Uncle Pete I was a insatiable bottom. Uncle Pete just grinned. I got brave and asked Uncle Pete why he had Jeff be first and not him. Uncle Pete said it was his intent to have me broken in before the three of us engaged in a three way. They suggested we take ourselves inside. Uncle Pete moved closer and touched my newly pierced ear. Then he leaned in and slid his tongue in my mouth. I was so turned on by him kissing me, my cock sprang to attention. He told me, to head to their room and undress.

I had been checking out hot poz men online for a couple of years and came upon several that were willing participants in conversion play. Most of them were too far away to actually hook-up with them, but our conversations and emails were hot, and fed into my fantasies, and more to the point, the longer this went on, the more intense the desire which over came me to be the passive recipient of a toxic breeding session. This one successful breeder that had wanted to seed me from the first time I had contacted him (Lucas) finally became my choice. I especially liked him because he was so into poz breeding and sharing. He lived to get to knock up negative men. Also, he was a multiple cummer. He had been known to shoot as many as 14 loads in a night of breeding, which was a very rare thing in breeders, and this I had verified from some of his previous bottoms who had shared info with me. After over two years of back and forth and keeping up on each other's exploits, we agreed to a time of meeting that worked for both of us. I had to fly to his city and he picked me up at the airport and drove to his place to begin my four day visit. I had learned a lot about him during our two years of chatting. He had told me that he was a serious chaser for several years and vowed that when he got infected, he would never turn down a negative man that wanted converted. He had during the few years that he was HIV positive had successfully impregnated at least 26 men of whom he knew. Of course many of them never got back to him to let him know that he was successful, so the count is not exact. He has never been on any meds and takes all the recharges he can get on a regular basis. He has not tested since his first test when he got infected but knows that he is potent as his results in conversion rate is almost perfect. The month before I decided to go see him he told me that a traveling couple had come to see him for a one night, one breeding each on their way through town, and he had infected both of them and they reported back in 16 days that they were both horribly sick with the fuck flu. Just before I left to go see him, he said they had called and reported their tests were poz. This affirmed for me he was still in the game and results were positive for his seed. I had told him that I would really like to have my conversion videoed for future enjoyment. After all, a man only gets knocked up once. On the way from the airport, we stopped and picked up his camera man (Joe) because as he explained in the car, he didn't want to waste any time once we got back to his home. He said his cock had been anticipating my negative asshole to seed and was throbbing and full of cum. I'm not sure which one of us was more excited. Lucas had infected cam man Joe about a year ago and they both recharged each other on regular basis as poz fuck buddies. He told me that some of the men he had infected wanted a blood slam to make certain that the infection would take, but I told him that I wanted it fucked into me the old fashioned way. That way I can say I earned it. Slamming just seemed like cheating. I want that toxic seed deep in my shit hole, like a real man. We arrived at his home and went inside where about three feet inside the door Lucas took off his clothes and Joe took off his pants as his cock was so hard it couldn't be contained, knowing what was about to happen on video. Joe started the video rolling and Lucas said for the record "I am telling you that I am HIV positive and you are negative. I am going to fuck you full of HIV seed and you are willing to take it." "Yes," I replied, "that is the point of this breeding session." "Get your pants off," Lucas ordered, his eight by six inch cock dripping precum. To be continued.

A/N : Hey guys ! It's been a long time, but no worries, sooner or later, I always get horny for some good old gay incest. So here's the next part of the story, which I almost took to whole other direction, but ultimately I changed my mind. It would've required the story to be moved to another section of the site, and I wanted to keep this "clean", at least for now... Let me know what you think. There's no better compliment than telling me my story made you shoot loads, so shoot away ! Daddy and Josh. ————————————————————————————————————— I glanced at Josh, studying his gorgeous face, his innocent looks betraying the evil mastermind that really was. I couldn’t even bring myself to hate him, not really. Anyone else would have already exposed the incestuous nature of my relationship with Brandon. But Josh here? He was perverted enough to actually find that hot, and was giving us a chance to keep it a secret. I prayed to God the nature of our relationship would never be exposed more than it already was. “Where are you taking me?” I asked halfway through the drive, fidgeting in my seat as I conjured all kinds of crazy things Josh was going to do to me. “To my moms’ place,” Josh answered, surprising me. “They’re on vacation in Bali for two weeks, we’ll have the whole place to ourselves.” Moms? Oh God. It struck me then. Had Josh never met his father? It could explain his Daddy kink. It didn’t explain my son’s though. I still didn’t understand how Brandon’s mind became so twisted. I’d always thought of myself as a good father, but evidently, the situation I had gotten myself in with my son couldn’t be explained so easily. Before I knew it, we arrived at Josh’s place. It was in a pretty nice residential neighborhood not far from where we lived, actually, and the house looked like nice and homey. Josh grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the car, a seductive smile on his face. He carried my overnight bag, and even opened the door for me. It was all so surreal, I still had a hard time believing it. “Make yourself at home, Daddy,” Josh said, sounding like a giddy little boy though he was anything but little. I watched him walk ahead and run up the stairs with my stuff, leaving me alone to discover his childhood home. My eyes were drawn to the framed pictures adorning the wall of the wooden stairs. I grabbed one with Josh standing between his two mothers, the three of them looking so happy at a park. One of Josh’s mothers looked familiar to me, with her blonde wavy hair and green eyes, her delicate features. Her name was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t remember it. Did I know her from high school ? “That one was taken on my 11th birthday,” Josh’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “Were you adopted?” I asked. “No, my mom got pregnant from a one night stand in college,” Josh answered with a shrug. “That was before she finally accepted the fact that men weren’t her thing. I never met my father.” “I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, looking back at the picture. That was when it hit me. I did know Josh’s mother, and I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten her. “Tessa,” I muttered her name, as memories of our encounters flashed through my mind. We hadn’t socialized much in college, we were on friendly terms because of our common friends, but we were acquaintances at best. Except for one party when we’d been much closer than that. “You know my mom?” Josh said, looking at me wide eyes. “We knew each other in college, haven’t seen her since then,” I answered, a little taken aback by how small the world was, and that was the end of the conversation. Josh took my hand and led me up to his bedroom, where he eagerly threw me on his bed. I rolled over to the edge and got up, backing away from Josh. “I’m not going to do anything with you,” I said. I was not going to give him that satisfaction. He was blackmailing Brandon and I, I had already agreed to come with him, but I never agreed to have sex with him—no matter how tempting he was. This was crazy and it was my fault. I had let my horny mind take over and leading me into one poor decision after another. Had I not signed up on that cursed app, I never would’ve cheated on Kate with my own son. I never would’ve found out my son harbored unspeakable feelings for me, and we never would’ve acted on them. I never would’ve fallen for Brandon and ruined his life. “Oh but you are, Daddy,” Josh said as he stripped off his shorts, leaving only his tiny white speedo on. He was an enticing sight, and it pained me to admit that the only way to stay strong was to look away. I started for the bedroom door, not knowing how I was going to survive the night here alone with this young predator, but I knew I needed some fresh air away from Josh. “Come on, Daddy, I know you want this as much as I do,” Josh purred, grabbing my wrist and yanking me close to him, his big body overwhelming me. Damn the kid was tall, his arms locked tight around my waist. I looked up at him, his hands resting on my ass, kneading it leisurely. My cock is achingly hard, and so was his, and the moment he started thrusting his hips, I began to lose it. “I don’t,” I said, stepping away before I could give in to my urges and heading for the door once again. This time, Josh let me go, and I quickly made my way down to the living room. I had no plan, but being anywhere but the bedroom seemed like the best course of action. I sat on the couch, which was big enough for my frame to sleep on comfortably, and if I had my way, I was going to spend the night on it, alone. “I’m losing patience, Daddy,” Josh said as he joined me in the living room, completely naked this time, with his phone in hand. He brought his phone up and started taking pictures of me—I instinctively brought my hand up to hide my face, only to realize that he was actually recording. “Daddy, why won’t you fuck me? I’m so hungry for your cum,” Josh said, approaching dangerously. He was jerking himself, phone camera pointed at his large dick, then back up to me. “Josh, stop this,” I ordered, trying to sound as reprimanding as I could, which seemed to work as he stopped. “Fine,” he said, pouting as he sat next to me, huddling close. I allowed it, hoping it would appease Josh. “I know what’ll get you horned up,” Josh said, getting back on his phone. Within a few seconds, the giant TV mounted on the wall facing us turned on, and my eyes grew wide when I saw what he’d cast on the TV. It was Brandon. My son, completely naked, lying on his back, his big son cock resting on his smooth and rock hard body. Josh had a sex tape of my son, who looked completely dazed, his beautiful eyes directed at the camera, his mischievous grin making me so hard I could hardly think. “Do you like it, little brother?” Josh’s voice came through clearly. “Fuck yeah, big bro,” Brandon replied, and the view shifted down until I saw Josh’s raw cock buried deep in my son’s hole. The sight made my insides churn with envy and anger. How dare Josh show me a tape of him fucking my son?! But fuck, the dirty incestuous talk between them, the beautiful sight of my son made me want to shoot my third load of the day. Josh had obviously caught on my raging hardon, and plastered himself all over me, hand slowly jerking me off. I was frozen, mesmerized by the TV screen. “Breed me, Josh, breed your little brother,” Brandon begged as the fucking started getting frantic, the camera showing Josh’s cock going in and out, often showing the entire length of Brandon’s beautiful body getting fucked, his hands holding onto the bed’s headrest. “Such a cumslut, little bro,” Josh panted. “Look at that creamy hole.” And look I did. The camera focused on my son’s tight hole as Josh pulled out, white thick fluids coming out of it. Fuck, it was so hot. That Josh really knew how to film. “Do you want a second load in there?” “Yes, please, give it to me big brother,” Brandon begged again, which was only lowering my defences further. Damn. How long ago did this take place, and how often? I wondered. Before recent events, I never would’ve suspected my son was having unprotected gay sex so casually. He was good at keeping up appearances; I had never seen this coming. Having a Daddy kink was one thing, but it blew my mind to see my son’s sexual kinks so incest-oriented. “I have a couple more,” Josh whispered in my ear, one hand still stroking my cock while the other slipped underneath my shirt to play with my nipples. “But I bet you’ll like the one I filmed earlier by the pool best.” Freeing one of his hands, he got back to his phone, and as announced, put on the incriminating sex tape he was using to blackmail me. I hadn’t seen much earlier, but damn it was hot. He’d filmed everything, from beginning to end, I realized. “I finally have you all to myself,” Josh grinned. He licked at my neck, grinding his smooth body against mine, our cocks hardening together. “Fuck,” I said, groaning as I enjoyed this young man’s body. I couldn’t help myself, watching Brandon and I making love had torn all my defenses down. Besides, Josh did feel exceptionally good, and I let my arms wrap around Josh’s broad back. The bastard had won. “You taste so good, Daddy,” Josh said, the last word hitting me hard. I was sick, I knew it, still I enjoyed hearing Josh call me that. I captured Josh’s lips, kissing him like my life depended on it. I was trapped with Josh, and no matter how bad I felt over this situation, how guilty I felt for cheating on my wife—and, even if I hated to admit it, on my son—I told myself I might as well enjoy it. I could still hear Brandon’s moans loud in the background, and if I tried, I could almost pretend it was Brandon here kissing me rather than Josh. “Fuck, son,” I said as we pulled away, and I cupped Josh’s face in my hands, looking up at him. He was hot beyond words, and the bastard knew it. Josh brought our lips back together, and I swallowed his moans, my cock nestling comfortably between his plump ass cheeks. “I will finally get your load, Daddy,” Josh whispered in my ear, moving back to sit on my cock. His tight lubed hole took in my cock like it was made for it, and I threw my head back as bliss took over me. I didn’t even care about safety, I only wanted to fuck Josh raw. “See, Daddy? Do you see now how wrong you were earlier?” Josh said with a devilish grin as he rode my cock. “My ass is the sweetest you’ll ever experience.” It was hard to argue with him at the moment, when he pumped my cock so expertly, tightening his hole around me just at the right moment. I rolled Josh on his back and put his legs over my shoulders, facing him fully as I fucked him harder. I wanted to punish the gorgeous bastard for separating Brandon and I. I was angry at him for having caught us, for having so much power over us now, for having manipulated me so easily into fucking him. Even in his lustful daze, Josh was lucid enough to grab his phone and turn off the TV, proceeding to turn on his camera to film our fucking. “Yes, Daddy, give me your load,” Josh panted, face flushed and breathing fast, camera pointed at me, then he moved it to show my cock entering his hole. “Fill me, fill me, fill me…” “Is that what you want, baby boy? Want Daddy’s load?” I said, giving in to my inner devil. This father/son talk was making things so much hotter, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why. I knew Josh wasn’t my son, but it still made me hot. Sure, it wasn’t as hot as fucking Brandon, but looking down at Josh’s perfectly sculpted body, taking my cock like a common whore, filming his depraved behavior, begging for his daddy’s cum? Few things in life gave me such pleasure. “Yes, Daddy, I’ve been craving it for so long,” Josh said. “Give it to me, Daddy, breed me, Daddy.” “Here it comes, son,” I said, pumping my third load of the day into Josh, mesmerized by the sheer ecstasy on his face. He looked so beautiful, and that thought made me feel even guiltier, but my body was on autopilot, seeking more pleasure as I kept fucking Josh. “I’m gonna cum, Daddy,” Josh moaned, hands busy with his phone, and I watched, completely transfixed as Josh came buckets all over his defined abs, without even touching himself. I couldn’t help myself, the sight of so much cum, over such a gorgeous body was a delicious sight. I bent down and licked hungrily, lapping up as much cum as I could. “Give it to me, Daddy,” Josh said, his hand on the back of my head guiding me up. I obeyed, having gathered a pool of sweet cum in my mouth, I hovered over Josh’s and released a steady stream of jizz onto his eager tongue. Glancing sideways, I saw the phone camera angled perfectly to capture our snowballing, and I couldn’t help but look at the camera lens, smirking at it. It was so dirty, and I loved it. Josh brought me down and captured my lips, our tongues exchanging his load between us. Fuck, I loved this sloppy kiss, having cum in the mix made it so much better. I swallowed as much of the cum as I could, and it seemed Josh did as well. “Thank you, Daddy,” Josh breathed out when we pulled away. I stood back to catch my breath, watching Josh do his thing, phone still recording as he reached for his hole and fingered himself, moaning like the slut he was and catching it on film. “Fuuuck, Daddy, thanks for all this cum,” Josh said, cupping his hand underneath his hole as he started to push out my load. He gave me his phone, asking me to film it—who was I to refuse? It was so hot, I directed the camera at his stretched hole, watching my cum drip. “Such a hot hole, baby boy,” I groaned. “Thank you, Daddy,” Josh said, then brought his hand up to his mouth, and I followed with his phone, watching him gulp my cum like a starved man. “Mmhh, you taste so good, Daddy,” Josh said as he licked his fingers clean. He reminded me so much of Brandon right now, and fuck, it was no surprise they behaved so much alike if they hung out and did all this dirty stuff together. It was probably why being with Josh felt so much like being with Brandon. They were both young and hot, both twisted in the best way, and both yearning for me as their Daddy. I almost felt bad for Josh, who had never his own father. I felt myself give in to Josh, maybe it was pity, maybe it was true affection, but I took him in my arms and kissed him, enjoying another cummy kiss with him. He was sweet, even if perverted, and if all he needed was a Daddy, I was going to be that Daddy. He didn’t have to sleep around anymore. “Son,” I said, looking him in the eye. “Yes, Daddy?” “Is that what you want? Me as your father?” “More than anything,” Josh replied. “Not just a Daddy you have sex with,” I clarified. “But a real father, someone to guide you, to be there if you need him.” “Would you do that for me?” Josh asked, surprised, his arms tightening their grip around me. “Yes,” I answered truthfully. The kid had worn me down, had blown me away into changing my mind about him. It only took having sex with him to understand just how serious he was when he said he wanted a Daddy, and had been craving it for a long time. I understood him now. “Oh, Dad, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” Josh said, hugging me. I hugged him back, burying my nose in his neck, inhaling his scent. “Let’s send that video to Bran-bran, show him what a happy family we can be, finally,” Josh said, triumphant. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Josh…” “Trust me, he’ll like it,” Josh assured me, taking his phone back from me. I let him do his thing, letting him go from my arms. I enjoyed the feel of his body, loved caressing it, just like I did Brandon’s. Thinking of my son, it made me realize some thing. “Hey, son,” I said, getting Josh’s attention. “Will you send me that video of Brandon and I?” I asked, the images flashing back in my head and making me hard again. Just minutes ago I was cursing that damn video, but now? Something in my mind had clicked, and I knew I could trust Josh now, completely. Our secret would be safe with him, part of me was convinced of that. And I wanted a souvenir of that hot love-making session with my son. Josh only smirked at my question, and kissed me again. “Of course, Daddy, come upstairs with me, I’ll upload everything from my computer to your phone.” “Everything?” “Yeah, I have so much more to show you,” Josh said, and gave me another kiss, all this talk about his sex tapes obviously turning him on. I was ready for another round myself, thinking about Brandon in compromising situations. Our cocks were on alert, grinding together. “Lead the way, son,” I said, now excited to see what Josh had in store for me now.

Today, I was a little worn out from this weekend. Sunday I pounded the fuck out of a bearded cute young bear, and my other friend. Bearcub told me he did not like fingers but for some reason when they say that it makes me want to do it more. And once he was loosened up he told me he did like it. Said I was great with my hands. I mostly did him on his hands and knees and my friend likes to get fucked scissored so I can really get in there. By the end I was drenched in sweat and there was literally a puddle on the bed. But the last load I gave is the name of this forum, so thats what I will write about. I was at work feeling turned inside out today and this hairy handsome little cumdump I have been talking to said he was horny as fuck wanted me to come over. I told him I did not want to walk to the train and all that, he offered an uber. I never showered last night, and looked a little tired. But said fuck it and went over. He was actually better looking in person. Hot Italian, handsome. Little love handles, but gave me something to grab onto while I railed on him. Fucked for about twenty minutes and left a big load in his ass. Was actually out of breath afterward as though I ran a marathon. That is no good. But I was able to go again after we chatted for ten minutes. Fucked him some more then, I made him sit on my face, pulled out the first load and fed it to him, then left another one in there. His hole had that sort of lose sandpaper feel after a while, which I think is actually hot. Variety is nice. Afterward he texted me "it was hot when you fed me your load out of my ass" I wrote back "you looked hungry." Figured he was pissed when he didn't respond, but about ten minutes later he sent me a pig snout. So all was copacetic.

Calm night tonight. Got my dinner in, a quick fuck, then sent the pig home after he did a few chores. Now I sit with my pipe and RELAX. ?

There's definitely a deep link for me. Once I'm naked or down to a jock I just get into position and let everything happen. As soon as I feel hard cock slipping in I don't care who's watching or walking past. Out cruising it's easy to get spooked, especially when just starting up. I've lost count of the number of guys who have quickly zipped up and stepped away because they've seen someone approach. I'm usually stripped and on my knees at this point so there's just no hiding and I just revel in it. I ended up getting fucked by two guys a little earlier because of this. The first guy who approached me and made me suck him. While I was concentrating on the cock he had in my throat he had beckoned another guy over. I sucked them both for a bit before the first guy had me bend over the branch of the tree we were next to and shoved all the way in. Never even discussed condoms, just pushed right into me taking my breath away. Perfect. While he fucked me I looked over my shoulder and realised there were about four or five guys stood around stroking over the show. Once the first guy fucking me made me beg loudly for his load he pulled out, stepped back and another older guy stepped up and pushed in. Not my usual pick but he has hung and hard and I was in no position to argue. I was in the mindset of cumdump and I would have let them all use me if they'd wanted. As it was I was just more into it and acted up as a slutty bottom because they were watching. Exhibitionism brings out the slut. I'm ok with that.

Part 15, Love wins. I have to admit, I love the feeling of the magic brown bottle, it makes me feel so warm and tingly. I looked to my right and I saw Mr. C walking over to a cabinet. Ahmed took the ear plugs out of my ears as daddy picked up a medicine bottle. He shook it a couple times and put it back in the cabinet and walked my way. He grabbed a bottle of water and said, 'take these vitamins son.' 'More vitamins? I already had 3 of those blue diamond ones. 'These blue ones are different, they will make you strong in another way.' He pushed three of them down my throat and poured some water in and felt me swallow. He looked at Mr Ali and said, 'you are right my friend and as Jack said to Rose. Not here, not this night, do you understand me.'? 'Sweet, shall I send out my notice now Tony?' 'No, no, no, actually we aren't going to do that either. I have another plan. I will keep working with him and his body will learn to want it. He will beg for it without the spell and he will ask me for the gift. But it might take some time, but I am a patient man and plus we have the magic bottle until then. You are welcome to look into a loaner program for my boy with your friends, but he will stay mine. I cant risk one of you being the gift bearer. It will be my love strain and he will look me in the eyes asking for it....someday.' 'Oh Tony, you are passing up a new life, but I get it. I will tell my people they can come visit and pay homage to you for a visit with him, but he is staying put' Mr. C looked back at me and said, 'I think there are a few other men outside that heard about your gift from god and would like to come see it and play with it. Would that be ok boy? After that, we can go home, you have had a big day son.' i thought of going back home and Mr. C said. 'whats wrong pup, you look sad'. I heard mens voices enter the room as daddy slipped a blindfold over my eyes. 'I just thought about going back to my house and seeing my mom and it makes me sad to think of that again. This morning seems like such a long time ago.' I felt someone pick the bottle up off my chest and i heard the top unscrewing and i flinched in surprise as several hands started to touch my legs and stomach. 'Oh son, you are not taking you back to your house. You are staying with me tonight in my house'. 'Really'? I felt a thumb close my left nostril and the familiar smell filled my lungs. Daddy was close to my ear and whispered to me 'yes, and dont worry about that, just open up your pussy for this nice man. He has a birthday gift and a big treat for you'. With that said and as I exhaled, I felt my asslips separate and open wide. And wider. And wider. And wider. Holy fuck, this dude was just huge. I sat up in the sling and felt a strong hand slowly push my chest down. The thumb went to my other nostril and I repeated my breathing exercises. I soon felt his pubes tickling my groin and he shoved a little deeper just to make sure I knew he could. I let out a scream and my hands went up to the chains over my head. I held onto them and tried to pull myself up and off of him. But I was stuck. My legs were stretched to the limit and there was no where I could go. He moved forward and kept me fully stretched. It felt like he was half way to my neck inside of me. I tried a different approach as he started to back that huge cock out of me. I leaned forward again to see if I could somehow reach the chains my feet were attached to. There was no use, I couldn't reach those either. I felt his very powerful hand on my chest and this time he pushed me back into my fur sanctuary and spoke. 'If you relax boy, this is going to be a lot easier on you. I dont give a fuck, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice. Get some more magic medicine in him and give him a spray of candy if he needs. But get his calm and relaxed.....this bitch needs to be opened up.' Wait, that voice, I know that voice. 'Thanks for letting me close up the shop early Mr. C, you are right, this is too good to miss' the man said to Mr. C. 'Jax? Is that you?' 'Damn straight little bro, so relax, I got this. Take my big black dick into your little pink pussy boy. Fuck baby you are tight...' I heard the spray can spray and felt a finger pry my mouth open. I felt a towel enter and the finger pushed my mouth shut. Daddy said, 'bite on the cold part and wrap your lips around the cloth and breath deep through your mouth.' With that he pinched my nose shut. I breathed in deeply several times and it felt like I was getting far away again, like I was hovering over the hammock. The voices were indistinct and my hole was visible in my head like it just blossomed wide open. I was in a dream? I feel so funny. I feel so alive. I could hear voices, I could hear the chains rattle. I could hear daddy talking in my ear but I couldnt figre out what he was saying. It seemed like a couple minutes later I started to feel like I was settling back into my body and Jax's voice became louder and more clear. 'Fuck, I love the look and bloody scent of red on my cock. Its like Neapolitan ice cream, vanilla, chocolate and now some pink strawberry. Oh fuck that is some deep dicking that pussy can take. Jesus his pussy is swallowing me hole. He was fucking me so hard i felt my nipples being tweaked. It was like I could feel every vein of his big cock rippling across my ass lips as he went in deep again. Deep and holding it deep into my hole. He was rubbing his thumb just above his cock on the tender part of my boy pussy. He was rubbing and pushing and I was going crazy. I felt something warm on my cock. Something wet and warm. Was someone sucking me? Who would do that? Oh fuck, I cant believe this feeling. Jax's voice was so sexy, telling me about how my asshole gripped him every time someone would pinch my nipples. Telling me to clamp down on that big fucking dong because I was about to get his gift. I had never had so many gifts on my birthday before. I felt so special. These men are so nice to help me celebrate and to teach my pussy how to open up they hardly needed to bring me gifts too, but so cool they did. Jax was pulling his dick all the way out and then slamming it back in and I heard him say. 'Look at that cunt gape. She is dilated to a half dollar size if not more. Someone get a flashlight. Look inside that pussy hole. Oh fuck, look at that. Look at all the cum being churned into butter. It is coating the walls. All those little swimmers trying to burrow their way home. Swim you little fuckers, swim, I got the next team of swimmers about to dive into the pool, the all black swimmers from my school. I could tell he was picking up speed, faster, deeper, faster, deeper, oh fuck he was going to deep. 'Oh daddy, it hurts me daddy, it hurts.' 'You need to relax, take your big brothers babies. You are going to love when he uses you baby. By the sweat on his chest you should be done in 5, 4, 3, 2, you ready? 1.' 'Ohhhhhhhooollllyyyyyy Fuckinggggggg mercy of goddddd, knocking that little tight virgin pussy up with my baby batter. ' I felt him convulsing several more times until he started to slow down. But I was still getting sucked by someone and couldn't control it any longer. I was going to fucking blow my load. I started to moan and let out a whimper. 'oh, oh, oh god'. But it stopped. I could feel the cum welling up in my nuts and right before it shot out he stopped. Why, why would someone do that? I felt his hand squeeze my dick. I felt something happening. What is going on? My cock was being squeezed tight, but I am going to cum? Oh that hurts. Oh that is amazing. Oh fuck. 'Oh my god, I am going to shoot. Can I shoot? Please let go of my cock, let me touch it. I felt my hands being grabbed and pulled over my head. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I am going to cum. And with that I shot a load out of my cock.' Mr. Ali laughed and said 'oh to be young again, that first shot easily caught 4 feet of air' I felt my cum splatter back onto me what seemed like seconds after it left my cock, it must have had quite a good hang time. Volley after volley of cum shot out. Dropping all over my chest in big globs. I was panting and sweating. I felt several tongues licking on my chest. Out of the corner of my right eye, I saw Ahmed go to one of the cabinet. There were all these really strange looking things in it. He picked up this big red thing and brought it over to Mr. C and said. 'why dont you use this ass plug so his gifts dont all escape by the time you get him home'. I felt my daddy put his hand on my head and took the blindfold off. I squinted to see again, but he was looking right into my eyes from a few inches away and said. 'Be strong for a minute ok? Can you push out a little like you are on the toilet? Not really hard, but push out your pussy, yeah, good, just like that. A little more pup.' I felt something kind of cold and slippery pushing into me. 'Be strong, be brave, you almost got it. One more push' And with that my hole hurt really bad but then closed up a little bit. Daddy asked, 'how do you feel.? 'Very full' He kissed my forehead and looked into my eyes again and said 'I love you Lukas'. I smiled and said, 'I love you to Mr., I mean, I love you too daddy.'

Part 57 - The Coach Sweats It Out Coach Adams showered and headed down to the front desk before breakfast. Behind the desk was a tall, thin guy tapping at the computer. “Excuse me…” the coach said, trying to read the name on the guy’s badge “…uh Dakota.” “Yes?” came the reply in a thin femme voice. The coach was somewhat relieved and assumed the guy was gay. “I’d like to know if I can move to another room” the coach said laying the key out on the desk with the number on the folder facing up. “Is there something wrong with your room, sir?” asked Dakota. “No, not really. Its just a little too close to my swim team and I’d rather not let them hear the noises from my room” coach Adams said with a wink. “Oh? Are you a moaner or a screamer?” Dakota asked with a smile while he typed into the keyboard. The coach choked when he heard the reply and quietly said “something like that.” “We have something on the second floor on the end. 201. It’s a king room, not two queen beds. Will that work?” Dakota said. “Yeah, perfect. Can I move my stuff now or later?” the coach asked. “Just pack your bags and leave them in your room by the door. I’ll have the cleaning staff move it when the other room has been cleaned” Dakota said handing the coach a new key. “Great. I really appreciate it” the coach replied. “You’re very welcome sir. I hope you have a fun time tonight” answered Dakota with a smile. The team ate breakfast and was packed in the van with several minutes to spare. The coach drove over to the university and the headed into the athletic center where the swimming pools were. They went inside and registered and were told where the locker rooms were and where to go for the first session. Ric had a large duffle bags over each shoulder, each containing suits, goggles, clipboards, timers and a few other necessities. He followed the team into the locker room and let them each find their stuff while he looked around at the mostly naked group of guys from the various teams. In the main pool area, Ric found a place off to the side to sit and observe. He had brought a book to read if things got too dull, but it was nice to see the mixture of college and older high school swimmers. Some of the coaches even caught his eye. His gaze was interrupted when he heard “are you an assistant coach too?” from a guy that was suddenly standing right next to him. Ric looked up and saw a guy he guessed was a few years older than him, muscled like a gymnast, wearing a tight tank top and shorts. His light brown hair was short on the sides and longer on top, pulled back with a little tail. “Uh, no. I’m just helping out my team for the training camp” Ric replied. The guy chuckled and said “That sounds like an assistant coach to me. Do all the stuff the coach and team doesn’t want to do. So, you’re a classmate with one of the high school teams?” “Yeah. Eighteen and a senior” Ric said with a smile. He was getting a feeling about the guy and was hoping this was more than just small talk. “Oh, I thought you were a bit older. I guess its the beard. I’m Spencer. Nice to meet you” the guy said. “Hi Spencer, I’m Ric. I take it you are a ‘real’ assistant coach for one of the teams?” Ric asked. “Yep. The Wolverines. I’m a student teacher there and have been helping out with the various teams. Anything to help get an offer, hehe” Spencer said. Ric decided to play his cards and said “They’re a lucky to have a hot guy like you to help them out. Hopefully they will keep you on full time next year.” Ric watched as Spencer first was startled and then blushed at Ric’s forwardness. “Uh, thanks. Was I really that obvious?” Spencer asked. Ric let out a quiet laugh and said “No, not at all. I just took a chance.” “Oh, thank god. I’ve been trying to be careful, but a guy has needs. It’s going to be a long semester” Spencer said. “You’ll have no problem getting some. Maybe even during the training camp” Ric said with a wicked smile. “I hope so. Maybe I can sneak away and have some fun. I’m staying at the Rest Inn Lodge” Spencer said. “That’s great! Me too” replied Ric. Ric and Spencer attended to their teams and Ric kept glancing over at Spencer for the rest of the day. They seemed to catch each other checking the guys out, whether it was camp attendees, coaches or the college swimmers that were helping out. There was one black college swimmer that Ric paid a lot of attention to. His lithe body showed off the prominent bulge in his speedo. While most guys just had a bulge that let his imagination ponder the contents, this guy’s cock snaked to the side letting you know that there was a sizable shaft that was going to fill you up wherever it went. When the final whistle of the day blew Ric was happy that the first day was over. He was exhausted just looking at all of the hot guys, and his cock was aching to find a cock hungry hole to fuck. He found the team and helped collect all of the equipment and swimsuits and get everyone loaded into the van. They drove back to the hotel and the coach told everyone “Get some rest. We’ll meet at seven for dinner.” The team had no intention of getting rest. A bed might be involved, but not sleep. The coach decided that it would be a good time to hit the gym and then sauna. He headed towards his new room and changed into some workout clothes and went to the gym. Dennis was looking over the cameras and spotted coach Adams go into the gym. He kept an eye on what he did and smiled when he saw the coach head to the locker rooms. When he saw him go into the sauna, he knew he had to tap what his boyfriend had fucked the night before. Dennis went into the locker room and stripped, grabbing a towel on his way in to the sauna. Dennis entered the sauna and saw the coach leaning back with his eyes closed. When the door slammed shut, the coach looked over and saw Dennis sitting down on his towel next to him. “Looking to get away from your team?” Dennis asked. “Yeah. They can be a handful some times. I need the break and they probably are enjoying a bit of freedom” the coach said. “There aren’t that many women’s teams in the hotel this year so I hope they’re not all running after the same girls” Dennis replied. The coach laughed and said “The women are pretty safe with my swim team. Its the other guys that need to be careful.” “Oh? Are they all gay?” Dennis asked innocently. “I think most, if not all of them. They haven’t said anything to me, but my gaydar has gone off on each one. And I know how horny I was at that age so I wouldn’t be surprised if theres a giant orgy going on right now” the coach said with a laugh. “How about it now? Is it going off?” Dennis said looking over at the coach with a grin and a stiffening cock. The coach looked over and seemed surprised at Dennis’s question. “Uh, I really can’t tell except for your cock getting harder” the coach said. “Well, you’re a sexy guy and my cock tends to get excited when there’s a sexy naked guy next to me” Dennis said, turning towards the coach and spreading his legs The coach looked over at Dennis and licked his lips before moving off the bench and kneeling on the lower bench between Dennis’s legs. He looked up at Dennis and then down at his stiff rod. Dennis put his hand on the coach’s head and pushed it towards his cock. He got no resistance from the coach and felt the coach’s wet tongue licking the sweat off his shaft. He let go of the coach’s head and the little encouragement was all the coach needed before he was sucking on Dennis’s cock like it was the last one on earth. The coach was bobbing on Dennis’s cock, taking it deep into his throat and gripping it with his throat muscles before he pulled back and began bobbing again. Dennis was enjoying the oral attention the coach was giving him but he wanted to see just how good his ass was. Corey had told him all the details from the previous night’s encounter with the coach and knew when Corey loved a hole it must be really good. He could tell that the coach kept looking nervously to see if anyone else had come in and saw him servicing the hotel manager. Finally, the coach leaned back and gasped for air before saying “We really should go somewhere. I don’t want anyone walking in on us.” “Don’t worry, I put the sign out that says that the sauna is out of order” Dennis said as he stood up and reached over, flicking the lock on the door so no one could get in. The coach grinned and stood up, standing in front of Dennis. Dennis looked at the coach, pulled him close and kissed him roughly. His hands reached down and spread the coaches muscled ass mounds apart and one finger zeroed in on his puckered hole. He felt the coach moan into their kiss as the finger found its target. Their tongues darted against each other as Dennis pushed his finger into the coach’s hole. Aided only by sweat, Dennis knew how his finger was roughly penetrating the coach’s pussy but he didn’t seem to be complaining. Dennis turned their bodies around and pushed the coach backwards toward the corner. When they made it the few feet across the floor and the coach was against the corner of the lower bench, he ended the kiss and gave a gentle nudge. The coach took the hint and climbed up, laying back on the upper bench in the corner. Dennis raised his legs and kneeled down on the lower bench. He sucked down the coach’s cock and heard him gasp. Firmly grabbing the coach’s balls, he squeezed them tight and felt the coach squirm. He pulled off the cock, grazing his teeth on the coach’s mushroom head. He pushed the coach’s hips up and drove his face between the muscled mounds. The coach moaned loudly as the bearded face forced his ass apart and Dennis’s tongue dug into his pussy. Dennis forced some spit inside but wanted it to be as dry a fuck as possible. Dennis stood up and looked at the coach, their eyes locking together. The head of his cock poked at the entrance and Dennis dripped some spit onto the tip and pucker. He nudged his cock in slightly and heard the coach gasp. His toxic precum was now oozing inside the coach’s hole. He pressed harder and felt the hole slowly relax as the coach let the raw cock enter him. Another nudge and he felt his cock head pop inside and the coach groaned. Dennis started to work his hips, plowing in deeper and deeper. He leaned forward and the sweat was dripping over the coach’s abs and chest. The coach reached up with both hands, rubbing Dennis’s chest while the thick cock stretched him open and plunged deeper into his cunt. “Fuck, that feels good” moaned the coach. “Yeah, you like that big, raw dick inside you?” Dennis asked before slamming his cock the rest of the way in. “FUCK!” screamed out the coach and Dennis just grinned. He paused a moment and then started to thrust his cock in, each stroke getting longer until his whole length was driving in and out of his hole. A smile returned to the coach’s face as he got used to the rough fucking. His hole started to feel wet and he thought that the hotel manager must be one of those guys that leaks a lot of precum and it was helping him take the thick cock hard. The coach occasionally would clamp down on Dennis’s cock and after several times Dennis told him “I’m not ready to breed you yet. I want to enjoy this jock pussy some more.” Dennis started to pound harder and was amazed at how good the coach could take it. He knew the coach’s hole was probably pretty sore from the hard fuck that Corey had given him. While the coach loved finally getting some action, he was starting to feel it. His ass was burning from getting stretched and pounded. He moved his hands and started to tweak Dennis’s nipples, hoping that a flood of cum would soothe his sore hole. It made Dennis start to fuck even harder. Both Dennis and the coach were grunting with each thrust until Dennis began to coat the coach’s guts with his virulent seed. “Oh Fuck Yeah! Breed that hole” yelled the coach as he felt the cum fill him up. Dennis pulled back half way and drove back in feeling another spurt of diseased cum pump in. The last stroke had driven into the coach’s prostate and with that, his cock began shooting thick, creamy ropes of cum all over his chest and face. The coach’s orgasm milked even more of Dennis’s deadly sperm into his hole. Dennis pulled back once more and shoved in as his balls shot the last of his cum into the coach’s abused ass. Dennis slowly pulled his cock out and looked back at the coach laying there in a state of bliss. “Same time tomorrow?” asked Dennis as he grabbed the towel and wiped his cock off. “Oh hell, yeah” replied the coach. Dennis unlocked the door and then went to take a quick shower before going back to work. The coach laid there a few minutes, catching his breath and thought “What was that tattoo on his back? Something tribal or a sunburst?” He got up and headed into the shower area but Dennis was gone. He stood under the shower for several minutes. He thought about the last day - months of no sex and now two long hard bareback fucks leaving his ass filled with a strangers load and now the prospect of it happening again tomorrow. He loved the feeling of cum inside him and tried to hold it in as long as he could. He dressed and headed back to his room. As he got to the stairs, Shane came around the corner. “Hey coach. You’re walking a bit funny. Hope it was fun!” Shane said and kept walking. “Fuck!” the coach muttered to himself. The last thing he wanted was his team to know was that he was a cumdump bottom. Ethan, Toby and Max were heading back to their room from the day’s clinic when an elderly couple walked out of the room next to them. “Isn’t that the coach’s room?” asked Max. “Yeah. What the fuck?” replied Ethan. The three went into their room and quickly showered and changed clothes into shorts and a tee. They wandered around the hotel and found the game room. They laughed at some of the arcade machines that were there, some looked even older than their parents. There were some of the other swimmers from the clinic playing games or talking. Max saw one guy come into the room that he had talked to in between sessions earlier that day. “Hey, David” Max said as the guy walked to their group. Max introduced Toby and Ethan to David and then asked “What are you up to?” “No fuckin clue. I only have an hour or so before we head to dinner. How about you?” David replied. “Same here. You, uh, looked a lot hotter in the speedo than those baggy pants” Max said. David blushed and looked down at his feet for a second. When he looked back he could see Toby and Ethan licking their lips and nodding. “Uh, are you guys gay too?” Max laughed and replied “Our whole team is.” “Oh, fuck. That would be so cool. I’m the only one on my team except for a bi guy. A couple of the guys are cool with it but most give me shit and think I’m checking em out in the showers. I can hardly wait to get to college next year and finally meet more gay guys” David said. “If you ever need a team to check out, just let us know” Max said with a wink. “Fuck yeah! I could really use a good fuck. The last time was my cousin at Christmas” David said enthusiastically. As the guys walked quickly back to the room with Ethan grabbing at David’s ass. David asked Max “You said this afternoon you loved to share your special seed. Are you... uh... poz?” “Yeah, all three of us are” Max replied. “Fuck! Uh how? I mean… I know how it happens, but did you want it?” David asked nervously. “Mmmhmm. We helped each other. It was really hot” Toby said. There was a short pause before David asked “Are you guys on drugs so you can’t infect guys?” “Nope. It was recent too so we’re all at full power” Max said almost gloating. David stopped and then said “Uh, I don’t know guys. I don’t think I’m ready for that.” “We can use condoms if you want” said Toby while he was rubbing his stiff cock. “Uh, I guess that would be ok, just pull out before you cum to make sure” David said, walking again. “Cool. I think I have a couple in my bag” Ethan said, winking at Toby. Max opened the room and was pulling his clothes off before the door closed. The three guys surrounded David and pulled his clothes off. Max was the first to get his tongue into David’s mouth. Toby sunk to his knees and was licking at the wet tip of David’s cock. Ethan quietly went over to his duffle bag and pulled out three condoms and some lube, tossing them on the bed before moving behind David. He kissed the back of his neck and then moved lower and lower, kissing and licking his shoulders and back until he too was on his knees and rubbing his hands over the firm rounded mounds of David’s ass. David was a little shorter than the three other guys, but his body was toned with strong legs, shoulders and arms. His reddish-brown hair was cut short and his greenish eyes were constantly darting around taking in the sights of three guys groping and fondling his body. Toby soon had six inches of veiny shaft in his mouth while his hands massaged two large balls. David moaned into Max’s mouth as their kiss got more energetic. His senses were overloading with one guy on his cock, one rimming his ass and another kissing him and pinching his nipples. He was hoping he didn’t cum just from the foreplay, since he had never had more than one guy before and only one guy had stuck around long enough for round 2. Ethan was doing his best to get David’s hole wet with spit. He fucked with his tongue, pushed spit inside and then worked it deeper with his finger. All he could taste was soap and sweat and knew he really wanted to fuck this hole. While all three guys considered themselves versatile, Ethan had the most experience topping and he knew that Toby had fucked less than five guys. Max had even less practice, since the only person he had ever fucked was the male cheerleader who was home sick right now with a bad case of the flu, six doses of Max’s cum having done the trick. Ethan slowly pushed David towards the bed, the other two guys following along. Once they made it there, it was time to rearrange. David crawled to the middle of the bed with Ethan right behind him. Max moved in front and fed him his cock with Toby right next to him. Ethan dripped some lube on David’s hole and worked it in with his finger. David was slurping on Max’s cock and began to moan around it when Ethan’s finger penetrated his ass. Ethan grabbed a condom and ripped open the packet and rolled it on to his cock. He looked at Max and rolled his eyes and then grinned as he placed the tip of his cock at the pink glistening pucker of David’s hole. David reached back to make sure that Ethan had covered his poz cock up and then went back to sucking Max's rod. Ethan dripped some more lube on his latex covered shaft and smeared it around before pushing into David’s tight pussy. After several attempts to get inside Ethan moved back and coated two of his fingers with lube and pushed them in. He spent a few minutes working them in and twisting them around until he had stretched the hole enough to add a third finger. With three fingers pushed deep into David’s hole, Ethan twisted them around and felt David squirm. He pulled his fingers out and quickly stuffed his cock inside before his hole could constrict. David lunged forward with Ethan’s cock driving into his ass, but that just shoved Max’s cock all the way into his mouth and throat. Max could tell David was panicking from being spit roasted for the first time and held his shoulders while pulling back to let him breathe. Ethan yelled out “Oh fuck!” with his cock buried inside the scared bottom boy who had clamped his hole down tight around Ethan’s shaft. With a little more space to move and a cock no longer stuffed down his throat to let him gasp for air, David soon relaxed enough to feel comfortable having a cock in each end. He reached back and felt the condom still on Ethan’s cock and relaxed even more. When Ethan felt the grip on his cock go from strangulation to firm, he knew David was ready to get fucked. Ethan slowly pulled back and then pushed in, building speed slowly and enjoying the tight hole on his shaft. Max pulled his cock out and Toby moved over and fed David his dripping cock. Toby started to fuck David’s face with his cock and David struggled to take his cock into his throat, gagging with each stab of the shaft. Ethan was really enjoying it since it seemed with each gag, David’s hole would squeeze down on his dick. He pushed down on the small of David’s back to get it arched more and then started to fuck faster. Grabbing his hips, he was driving his cock in hard and then bouncing off the firm ass. Ethan felt the condom break, but just kept pounding the swimmer’s ass hoping that he wouldn’t notice the sudden change. David must have noticed, since he reached back and felt Ethan’s cock. He didn’t stop and must have felt the ring at the base of the shredded condom and thought that everything was ok. Ethan pounded harder and it was only a few minutes later his balls tightened up and cock swell up. He kept fucking as his cock sprayed the virus filled semen into David’s unsuspecting hole. Ethan was normally vocal when he came but he stifled it as best he could not wanting to let anyone know. When the last spurt shot out, he slowed down and pulled his cock from the gaping hole saying “Toby, you gotta try this hole. It feels fucking amazing.” Ethan climbed off the bed and walked back to the bathroom where he dumped the destroyed condom in the trash can and wiped his cum covered cock off with a towel. Toby didn’t need to be asked twice and pulled his cock out of David’s mouth and scooted around behind him. He made a show of putting the condom on and Max once again stuffed his cock into David’s waiting mouth. Toby figured there wasn’t going to be much need for lube, based on the contorted face that Ethan had earlier, but he faked putting more into David’s ass. Toby pushed his cock into the slick hole and quickly began pounding David’s cum filled hole. He smiled as he saw the frothy cum from Ethan’s load surround the base of his cock and it just drove him to fuck harder. He pulled out and slammed back in a few times until he felt his cock covered not in latex, but in cum. With his cock now free, he kept a firm, even pace until his balls tingled. He casually picked up the lube bottle and held it in his hand. Toby closed his eyes and leaned his head back as he imagined the cum he was about to shoot fill David’s cunt. Like Ethan, he tried to keep plowing through his orgasm. His cock pumped several shots of poz seed inside David, mixing with Ethan’s. After his shots of cum stopped, Toby thrusted a few more times before pulling out and grunting “FUCK!” loudly. He shook some of the lube all over David’s back, hoping it felt like he was shooting his cum all over it. Max moved around and was behind David in an instant and Ethan pushed his cleaned cock into David’s mouth. Max saw the cum dripping out of David’s hole while he rolled the condom on. Ethan smiled at him and he knew he was going to be the fall guy. Max shoved his cock into the gaping fuckhole and started to pump. He had been so close to shooting a few times already and didn’t want to waste his precious seed in David’s mouth. Max was mixing up his thrusts, trying to get the condom to break in the cum soaked hole. David was lubed way too well with cum and Max was having to try really hard to get the condom to break. He jabbed his cock in several directions and then reached down with his hand and tried to pull the condom tight as he rammed in. Finally he felt it and grinned back at Ethan. The exhilaration of having his bare cock fucking the neg hole sent him over the edge. He grunted and yelled out as he laid forward onto David’s back as his hips bucked into David’s ass, each time pumping another diseased rope of cum inside. He was panting hard and finally said “Sorry, dude. I couldn’t pull out. It just came too fast.” Max knew that there was no way they were going to be able to explain the amount of cum that they had dumped inside the neg swimmer’s ass. He slowly pulled his cock out and said “Oh, shit.” “What?” asked David. “Uh… the condom broke” replied Max. “Huh? You mean you just dumped a poz load into me?” David asked with panic in his voice. “Yeah, dude. I’m really sorry” Max said. “Oh fuck!” David repeated over and over. He quickly got up and threw his shorts on and grabbed his underwear, shirt and shoes and went running out the door.

So, here I am of my first day out of school for the summer, my parents are at work and I have nothing to do except lay here and jack off and think of something to do. We just moved here a couple of months ago due to a job change for my Dad and I have always lived in the big city’s with room to walk, now I only have a yard and a big ass park down the street to go to. Since my parents are big beer drinkers I figure it is almost noon, so I grab 6 of their beers in a bag and decide to check out the park. After entering the park I start walking and the road and I see trails off into the woods and decide to check one out. I walk for a bit and find a small river/creek that is running fairly fast and sit down against a tree and watch the water and started drinking my beers. I must have been on my fourth or fifth beer when I heard what sounded like a commotion behind me. As I look around if I had not been sitting I would have fallen over, there about 50 feet away was a white guy on his knees sucking a black guy’s cock. In all my life I have heard of the gay life and sex but this was mind blowing. I just continued to watch as this white guy just went to town sucking the blackest cock I have ever imagined. The black guy was talking really nasty to the white guy, telling him “yeah white boy, suck that black cock, get it deeper, going to give you a good load down that bitch white throat”. Now I should have just got back behind the tree until they were done, but somehow I moved further out and broke a branch on the ground that drew both of their attention. Oh shit, now what. I look at the black guy who is smiling at me and the white guy gets up and they both walk over to me with the black guy still having his cock out and hard. As they reach me the black guy asked “do you think this boy liked the show”? The white guy grabs my cock and says “yeah, he is hard as a rock”. At this point the white guy pulls down my shorts to my ankles and grabs my cock. At this point I should have pulled up my short and ran like hell screaming all the way, but here I am with a guy holding my cock and balls and looking between the black guys cock and his eyes and the evil smile. The black guy then puts his hands on my shoulder and pushes down and I seem to just float to my knees where I now looking right at this guy’s cock in my face. The black guy grabs his cock and starts to hit my lips with his cock until I open my mouth to say ouch only to have him push his cock in my mouth. The white guy leans in to my ear and starts giving me my first lesson of how to use my lips and tongue and how to keep my teeth off telling me how I am going to be coming back after today for a lot more. Then white guy then leans down and drove his tongue into my ass, I thought I was going to lose it right then and there, fuck did that feel awesome. Meanwhile the black guy starts calling me all sorts of degrading names and terms “suck my black cock you white bitch, yeah, so easy to turn out a punk white boy for black meat, guess you’re going to get this big fat load down your bitch throat”, all his talking seem to just turn me on more and as he kept telling me what a cocksucking bitch I was going to be the more I tried to get more of his cock in my mouth. The black guy then opens this bottle and puts it under my nose telling me to inhale deep and I do, “Fuck” my head is spinning and I seem to want to suck more and more of this cock in me, I then feel the white guy pushing a finger in my ass, then another one and another, I am in heaven. The black guy keeps feeing me the bottle under my nose and the white guy who is somehow naked is still telling me how much of a pig I am going to become when this is over. The white guy then pulls out a bag of something and a bottle of what I found later was lube, he mixes the lube and the stuff in the bag and starts to finger it up my ass. I am go back to sucking on the black guys cock and hitting the brown bottle, a few minutes later I start to feel a rush of rushes. I start to just suck and not knowing what a gag reflex was yet, but I just wanted his cock buried in me. The white guy was now behind me with his cock pointed right as my ass. He gets the tip at my hole and starts to push, telling me go with it, that it will hurt for a minute but then I am going to love it. The black guy pulls his cock out tells me to hit the bottle deep, as it kicks in the white guy pushes in and now pass my once virgin ring. I tried to move forward trying to get away from the pain, but then I am so unstable and the white guy just keeps talking dirty to me, telling me now I am his bitch, his cumdump and that he was going to breed me full of his seed. What seemed to be an eternity was only a few minutes before the pain subsided and another hit of the bottle I was finding myself getting into it. Now the black guy puts his cock back at my mouth and he tells me to “suck that black cock you bitch” and boy do I ever. It never dawned on my if anyone had walked down there they would have seen a high school kid on his hands and knees with a cock fucking him in the ass and a black guys cock driving in his mouth, and at this point I didn’t care. The black guy starts to tell me he is close and gives me another hit of the bottle and tells me to start swallowing, at this point he lets volley after volley of cum loose in my mouth and I do as he says not knowing any better. The white guy is not far behind telling me I will be pregnant with his babies in a second and he lets out a roar and unloads my ass. The black guy just zips up his pants and says “see you soon” and walks off, the white guy pulls his cock out of my ass and wipes the rest of his cum on my ass cheeks, and I am still on my hands and knees wondering what just happened. The white guy then grabs my cock and balls and squeezes and asks me where I live, the pain was so bad I just blurted out my address to him and he tells me to meet him at the rest area down the road tomorrow at noon and just to wear shorts, no underwear or shirt or he would be at my house to get me, then walks off. To be continued.....

Ya, He's Gay, He Just Don't Know It Yet Chris was a typical high school kid . He was a bit of a nerd who loved to run cross country and long distance track at school. Being raised in a small, rural, southern town by a pair of ultra, religious parents did give him much latitude. He followed three Christian values his parents instilled upon him from the Bible of premarital sex, masturbation and homosexuality as sins. It was during his senior year that he began to break out on his own. When the Mitchell’s moved to town and joined the same church as Chris’s family the two sets of parents became good friends and so did Chris and their son Arthur. It was through this friends the Chris began to smoke pot with his new friend. The two boys would enjoy a bowl or two a couple times a week. This friendship also exposed Chris to the joys that the opposite sex could offer. On frequent occasions when Arthur’s parents would you out of town Chris would stay with Arthur, and Arthur's girlfriend would come over along with a friend for Chris. While Arthur was fucking his girlfriend Chris would be entertained by the girl that came with Arthur’s girl. Chris still tried to maintain one fast stead rule, no premarital sex. The extent of activity between Chris and whomever accompanied Arthur's girl amounted to a lot of kissing, heavy petting and a couple blow jobs. Chris maintained in his head that his lack of enthusiasm with what ever girl came over was due to the fact that he didn’t love the girl. Chris As I approach the end of my senior year, I have really valued my friends with Arthur Mitchell. Once the final bel gang on Friday we headed to Arthur's house to smoke some weed before we head out to a kick ass party that night. As we begin smoking Arthur's stash he realizes that he is almost out and will need to pick some up before the party. He contacts his dealer and arranges to meet him at Jeremy Well’s house at 9. Jeremy is one of the school fags and he was having a party at his place since his parents were out of town. Now we had been invited to his party as well, but I really didn’t want to go to a party with a bunch of fags. We smoked all the weed we had then showered and dressed to go out. We picked up the girls, Arthur’s girlfriend and the friend she’d have for me. When we arrived at Jeremy’s there was a good crowd already partying. There’s was alcohol everywhere and schoolmates having a good time. We followed Arthur as he made his way through the house and out to the backyard. As we began to cross three patio it was clear to me that this was the fag's hangout. They were smoking weed and who knows what else as Arthur walked a direct line to this tall, slender black guy who couldn’t be more than 20-21 years old. The two shook hands and we were introduced to Dante. After shaking hands the two conducted business and as we were almost ready to go one of our schoolmates grabbed Arthur. It turned out that Arthur’s younger sister who was at the party had, at this early hour, to much to drink and had thrown up in the bathroom. In this instance his sister and her best friend were escorted out to the backyard. Jeremy told Arthur that he should get the two drunk girls out of his house. As much as I wanted to pound this queer boy, the priority was to the drunk pair. If Arthur was going to take these two drunk teens home it was going to be a challenge. He drove a small, two door hatchback that barely fit four preps. Now there were 6 to drive. Hearing our predicament he made a very logical suggestion, she the it looked like all the girls would fit in the car he could give me a ride and we’d meet up at the party. That settled our problem and Dante seemed like a cool guy to ride with to the party. Dante The second I saw this white boy I got this feeling. When my man Arthur introduced us and I we shook hands I new or for sure. When the situation presented before me I knew I had a shot to find out and maybe Chris would find himself. As Arthur left to take his sister home I handed Chris a drink, a joint, told him I had one more deal to take care of before we could leave and to enjoy himself while he waited. Jeremy and some of his friends wanted to buy some Tina and GHB. I told my thing as I made my way through the house and found their group already in there briefs just waiting for the party favors. As usual then invited me to stay and join them, but I had other plans. When I finally returned to Chris I found him well baked from the joint and significantly affected by the G that was in his drink. I led him over to my car, we climbed in and were off. As we drove I could see that Chris was slightly groggy, not too much where he was out of it, I didn’t want him like that, but just enough to be open to suggestions. As we drove I looked at him and asked, “Hey there Chris, you getting tired?” He replied, “I think it’s the combination of the weed I smoked and the booze I just drank.” I pulled the car onto a dark side street, pulled out my Tina pipe from the center console telling my passenger, “Bro, I’ve got something here that will perk you right up.” I held the pipe up, lit the torch and melted the contents. As the smoke built up in the bowl I began to inhale which was followed by my exhaling a big, beautiful cloud while commenting, “Damn that hits the spot.” Chris looked at me, “Man, more weed week put my lights out.” I let him know, “This ain’t weed, it’s called T and it’s kind of like an upper. I think you’ll like it.” Chris It was nice of Dante to give me a joint to smoke along with a drink while he finished up his business with the fags. I have to remember to ask him what kind of booze this is he gave me, it’s got a strange taste to it. I’m not sure how long I was waiting, but when he finally came out to get me I had already finished the drink and was practically roached the joint. Dante says let’s go as he led me to his car. He had a nice ride, a Nissan 380Z loaded when everything. The back seat in this car is useless especial with Dante's 6’ 4” height. The front seat is so far back there’s no leg room if someone tried you sit in the back seat. As he drove off I began do feel a little tired when he said something to me before eventually pulling onto a side street. He pulled a strange looking pipe out, held a strong torch lighter under it needed he inhaled the white smoke. After he blew out a big white cloud he hand the pipe to me and instructed me on how to heat the T so or wouldn’t burn and when to start to inhale the smoke. I was a little hesitant about trying Tina, “So you just smoke it?” Dante answered, “You can smoke it, snort it up for nose and some like to slam it, inject it right into a vein.” I then said, “Injecting it sounds hard core, you ever try it?” Dante told me, “A couple times, I can take it or leave it.” As I was heating up the bowl Dante removed his shirt saying, “This shit all ways makes me hot.” After I had done my first hit of this T, Dante had me do a couple more telling me, “It usually takes a few hits to really feel the effects. He had me do 5 hits before taking the pipe from my hands and asking me, “How do you feel now?” As I did a self assessment before answering, I had to admit to myself that I felt more awake and energized, “That stuff is amazing. I feel like I can take on the world. And I see what you mean about making you feel warm.” Dante then encouraged me to take off my shirt which I eagerly did. As we sat there I found myself admiring Dante's well defined body. I had to ask him, “What do foo do to get arms and a chest like that?” He answered me, “Oh this?’ As he flexed his arms and chest. “This is all natural, no ahead and feel.” With his invitation I found myself touching Dante’s arms, chest and abs while telling him, “I wish I had a body like his.” Dante was quick to tell me, “You’ve got a nice compact body, defined in the all the right places.” Dante took this opportunity to touch my arms chest and abs which at first I thought strange, but I had just done the same to him. In fact, it felt a little exciting to have someone touch me like he had just done. I then asked, “Don’t we have a party to get to?” Dante answered, “Fuck yeah, but I need to make a stop at my place to get more ‘supplies’

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

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

It had started out like any other Saturday on South Beach—Ricky and I out for a weekend of partying. No big deal really. We spent the day on the beach tanning, then after dinner went dancing. There was this guy dancing next to us. He was about six foot tall and built like a gymnast. I was really fascinated by the way the beads of sweat ran down his chest to his navel. We worked our way toward him until I could feel him rubbing up against me. We introduced ourselves. After a while, Ray invited Ricky and me to a party. We followed Ray and his buddies back to their hotel. He opened the door to his hotel room and a dozen guys piled in. Joints were passed around and beer, too. Even though we’d been dancing a few minutes before, there was silence in the room. No one touched anyone or even talked. We all knew what we were there for. But no one made the first move. Ray stood up and cleared his throat like he was going to make a speech. Everyone looked at him. "I know at least one guy here who wants to get screwed." AND HE LOOKED STRAIGHT AT ME. Actually STRAIGHT was the wrong word to use. That statement that was all it took. Two of Ray’s friends pulled my clothes off. And everyone else stripped, too. All around me guys were naked and making out. Ray was blowing me. I lifted my leg so he could get his tongue up my ass. His tongue and lips gnawed at my hole, making me hot to get dicked. I watched the crimson head of his dick grow larger. "Get him wet. Get him ready," I heard one of his buddies say. And Ray’s tongue probed deeper into my ass. Across the room Ricky was screwing a cute blonde. He looked over at me and nodded, as if to say, "Go for it!" I knew Ricky was poz. He’d been open with me since he first found out. He told me about all the sex he’d been having. It made me jealous. I wanted to screw without condoms, too. But Ricky never took me seriously. Ray’s dick nuzzled my manhole. It was hot and wet. His precum dripped down my ass crack. I wanted him so badly. I watched Ricky screwing the young blonde across the room, and felt a pang of jealousy. I knew he was barebacking the kid, and imagined it was Ricky’s bare dick that was entering me. Ray pushed against my mancunt until his whole shaft was buried inside me. His friends began to encourage him. "Come on, man! Screw that hole! Give him what he needs! Breed him!" Ray leaned forward to kiss me. His lips tasted so hot. “Is this your first time?" "Getting screwed?" "No, barebacking." "Well, almost." "You’re neg?" "Yeah." I didn’t ask him his stats cause I was pretty sure I knew. "What would happen if I came inside you?" "I’d love it." "What if I told you I was poz?" "Doesn’t matter." That was all he needed. He must have already been on the edge. Because with one final thrust he shot his poz juices deep inside my guts. Soon as he pulled out, one of his buddies replaced him. The guy propped me up on top of him so I was sitting on his dick. Then pulled me forward, so I was just in the right position for another of Ray’s friends to enter me. So there I was--getting double fucked—bareback. For the first time in my life. Someone handed me a bottle of poppers. I needed it. I inhaled deeply. The 2 dicks inside of me were stretching my hole to its limits. I handed the bottle of poppers back to its owner, and it was Ricky! "Go for it! GET POZZED NOW!" he commanded lustily, kissing me hard on the lips. My asshole screamed for relief from the simultaneous pounding the two guys were giving me, yet I knew my body language was telling them different. Still I was glad when they finally shot and pulled out. My hole throbbed as Ricky entered me. I wrapped my arms around him like he was the only man in the world I ever wanted. He told me how he wanted to make absolutely sure I converted so he could screw me forever. He plowed me hard till he screamed, "MY POZ CUM IS SHOOTING IN YOU--NOW!" “SHOOT IT IN ME, RICKY. I WANT YOUR LOAD!” Everyone in the room must have heard us, but I didn’t care. Three other guys lined up behind Ricky, playing with themselves and each other. By the time we got back to the own hotel room, I’d taken 7 loads The 3 guys had acted on their impulses. I let them, while Ray and Ricky urged them on. My hole was burning and raw. Ricky went down to the front desk and got some suntan oil, which was all they had, for me to put on it. A week later I came down with the flu. In two months I tested poz. Now I suck and fuck without thinking--or talking--about it. I only hope I can do for the guys I screw what my poz brothers did for me.

Found yet another story on my ancient hard drive, as far as I can tell this was first posted sometime in the late 90's. ======================== Douglas was a walking, talking wet dream. He was 5-11, 160, had short brown hair, and the sexiest brown eyes you've ever seen. He was all toned muscle. No fat on that boy. His shoulders, chest, and abs were the envy of many dudes. He had been on the basketball, swimming, and wrestling teams all four years in high school, and had lettered in all three. He was every girl's dream date and more than one guy's fuck dream. Doug had no idea how sexy he was. He was completely na?ve and oblivious. He had dated only a few girls and never had a serious relationship. He rarely went to parties, and, except for the communion wine, avoided alcohol. His Dad was the pastor of a large nondenominational church in Albuquerque; and ever since he could remember, Doug had wanted to follow him into the ministry. He was 19, and had just finished his freshman year at Liberty University, a Christian college in Virginia. On the long trek back to New Mexico, just this side of Amarillo, his Explorer started acting up. He pulled off the highway onto a deserted service road. Poor Doug had one other deficiency?he knew nothing about cars. He was staring vacuously at the steaming engine when a van pulled along side. Horny Chris stared at the Boy for a few moments. Doug was wearing a white tee and tight, faded Levis that highlighted his perfect Bubble Butt. Chris saw the bumper sticker: Liberty University. 'Mmmmmm. Oh my God! A good Christian boy!' Chris was somewhat of a Twink himself. He was 24, and about Doug's height and build, but had blonde hair. Oh, yeah, and Chris was opportunistic, unscrupulous, Gay and POZ. He'd been infected during a night of wild whoring at the Midtown Spa in Dallas, and felt duty bound to induct whomever into the Gay STD Hall of Shame. And he had a special weakness for pretty, young, religious boys like Doug. He glanced in the back of the Explorer and saw that it was filled with luggage. Looked like the Kid was headed home for the summer. "Car trouble?" Chris inquired. "Yeah," Doug acknowledged. "It's stallin' out and overheatin'. I tried to call the Triple-A, but my cell phone doesn't work out here." "Mind if I take a look?" "Sure," Doug said. "Help yourself." "Name's Chris," the newcomer introduced himself. "I'm Doug. Glad to meet you." Chris gave the engine a once-over. "Looks like your radiator fluid's low. It's overheated. You need to let her cool down a bit?then fill her up. I've got some water in the van." "Good," said Doug, reaching for the radiator cap. "No!" cried Chris, pulling Doug's arm back. "You could burn yourself! Give it time to cool down." Doug nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Thanks, but I don't want to inconvenience you." "I'm sure you'd do the same for me." A broad grin crossed Dougie's face. "So, you go to Liberty University?" "Yeah, you heard of it?" "My cousin went there a few years ago." The so-called cousin had flunked out. "I'm studying to be a minister. My dad has a church in Albuquerque." Doug was clearly excited about his calling, while Chris's mind was already in the gutter. "Wanna join me in the van while we're waitin? Cooler in there." "Love to!" the Boy agreed. Chris smiled at the Kid's enthusiasm and wondered if the Punk would still "love to" later on. He rummaged in the back and returned with a couple open Cokes. "Thanks," Doug said, gulping down the brew. "Oh man, that tastes good. I didn't realize how thirsty I was." He took one swig and then another. Within a minute the soft drink was gone. "Whoa!" Doug exclaimed. "I think I got too much sun out there. My head is spinning." "You all right?" Chris sounded concerned. "Wanna lie back? The seat reclines." "Yeah, thanks." Doug pressed a button that eased back the seat. His eyes were drooping, and his speech was slurred. He had no clue that Chris had spiked his Coke with GHB. "Hey man, you okay?" Chris sounded far away. Doug's head was swimming. He felt dizzy. His eyes were heavy, and he had no inclination to reply. "Here, let me help you into the back so you can lie down," Chris offered, dragging the drugged young man out of his seat. Overtaxed from all the dead weight, Chris positioned the insensate Youth on an air mattress with pillows to prop him up. He busied himself setting up a video cam while Douglas flaked in cuckoo land. With preparations well in hand, Chris turned to court the oblivious Young Man. He unzipped his fly and hauled out his 8 inches. "Hey, buddy, wanna protein shake?" He ran his Dick back and forth across Doug's handsome face and over his lips, leaving a trail of Precum glistening on his new Boyfriend?s face. "Nnnnnn... " Doug moaned, barely cognizant of what was up. Chris slipped his index finger in the Young Man?s mouth, prying his jaw open, and slid his fat, dripping Cock into the dazed Stud's mouth. With one hand on the back of Dougie's head, he began to fuck his Playmate's face. The Kid had no conception what was going down. Chris pulled his Dick from Dougie's throat, reached in his gym bag, and pulled out his Poppers. He held the bottle to the Youth's nose. "Come on," Chris coaxed. "Take a nice deep breath." The Teen inhaled, and his body shuddered. Bingo! Chris quickly switched the bottle to the other nostril and instructed Doug to sniff again. The high-as-a-kite Youngster did as he was told, and was soon floating on Cloud Nine. A low guttural moan escaped his lips. For good measure, Chris administered a couple more hits. Then he took his own half-empty can of Coke, and topped it off with whisky. He placed it to the Young Man's lips and made the young Teetotaler imbibe. Doug reflexively tried to spit it out, but Chris forced him to swallow. Having rarely consumed alcohol before, in congress with the Poppers and GHB, the Boy was totally fucked up. Chris shoved his Cock back down Dougie's throat, grabbed his ears, and began to fuck his face in earnest. When he felt his Balls begin to boil, he pulled out, jerked a few more times, and spewed his Noxious Load right onto Dougie's pretty face. Seven spurts hit Doug dead on. There was Jizz in his hair, his eyes, and on his lips and chin. Some dribbled down his tee. Chris scooped up some of the Toxic Spooge, and, with his nails, dug it into Dougie's inner cheeks and gums. "Be a good boy and take your medicine. Daddy wants so to give you AIDS." Chris slid Doug down till he lay prone and quickly re-aimed the video cam. He pulled off the Young Hunk's tee and marveled at the smooth chest, pointy Nips, and chiseled Abs. He leaned down and sucked and bit the manly Tits, nibbling at them real good. "Unhhhhh... Ooooohhh... Mmmmmm..." the inebriated Freshman moaned. Chris watched the Stud's Cock-Bulge balloon. "Oh yeah, I bet you're still a Virgin." Tweaking and twisting his Victim's Nips, he blew in his ear and licked his lobes. "Oooooh.......Noooooo...." Doug moaned, half conscious of the stimuli and how his body was responding. He may have been thinking no, but his tumescent Shaft sure as hell was nodding yes! Chris frenched him and kept up the titty torture. Within seconds Doug began to kiss him back. Oh yeah...a guy's a guy and a mouth's a mouth?Gay or Straight?it doesn't matter. Chris played tonsil-hockey with his Drugged-Up Play Thing a few more minutes. He traced his finger across the Student's lips, down to the waistband of his jeans. He tongued Doug's belly button and once again nibbled on those perky, pouty Nips. "Ahhhhhh!" Doug gasped, trying to push Chris away; but the besotted Youth was too far gone, and Chris had no trouble pinning him. He grabbed a rope from his gym bag, tied Doug's wrists above his head, then continued torturing the Cunt. He unbuttoned the Boy's jeans and slid the zipper down. Poor Dougie?s Cock was well-endowed but under-nourished, and the Kid's hard Rod jumped appreciatively as Chris slobbered on his Cock and Balls. Chris lifted Dougie's Ass and stripped his jeans completely off. Doug's legs were tanned and muscular, with a light smattering of hair. He fingered the Boy's quivering Pussy and felt it spasm beneath his touch. The Youth was totally at his mercy, his body screaming FUCK ME!?or so it seemed. With the video cam already catching every nuance of the Boy's enthrallment, Chris grabbed a digital camera and began to shoot pic after pic of the naked, aroused Nymph. Besides the carnal pleasure, Chris stood to make a few bucks off the Kid. He'd knew exactly which web sites to post the Teasers on. And the video?wow! He could make a mint off of that?once guys realized it wasn't fake. After taking several Polaroids specifically meant for DEO?Doug's Eyes Only (for Chris was fond of acronyms), he ran his hands over the dazed Teen's chiseled Bod, twisting his Nips and engulfing the Young Twink's out-of-control Joystick in the warm, wet recesses of his mouth and throat. Shit! The Kid's Precum was so saccharin and crystal clear. He couldn't wait to contaminate it with his own POZ Spooge. For on more than one occasion Chris had used the BUG to bond with another man, and Doug was just the latest to fall victim to his wiles. He placed Doug's legs on his broad shoulders and lifted his sweet, tight Target off the mattress. He slid his index finger up the Virgin Pussy and wiggled it against his Prostate. The Man Child began to buck and moan. He gave the Kid another hit of Poppers and another shot of booze. It was time to teach the Preacher's Son a lesson. Shucking off his own jeans and briefs, Chris lubed up his Demon Dick with some of his poz Jizm from the Christian's Cummy Face AND RAMMED IT UP THE VIRGIN'S ASS. Doug screamed in pain as Chris plunged his poz cock up the unlubricated Chute. Chris fed the Youth more Poppers, which he readily accepted perhaps because, subconsciously, he knew they helped. Chris continued to fuck Doug for the next half hour, grinding the POZ SPOOGE from his first orgasm into the Innocent's Ass. The Kid got fucked till his abraded Sphincter was caked with Cum and Blood. Chris pulled his death dick out and looked at the bleeding hole was pleasure. The once pure ass had been utterly defied, now it was time to corrupt what was left! Chris slipped it into overdrive as he felt his Diseased balls start to boil, his muscled body slamming harder and faster into the helpless and once innocent ass until finally he felt his balls draw up for another orgasm. He yelled out a thanks to his Master as he started shooting wave after wave of toxic demon cum into his newest slave. Fourteen enormous loads of poz spunk flooded the boy's ass, and Doug could feel every hot spurt. In a single afternoon the straight-laced Christian Fundamentalist had been transformed into a wretched Faggot Cum Dump. The sun was setting, and Chris dragged the Youth, clad only in his birthday suit, over to his SUV, and dumped him in. He stashed two plastic gallon jugs beside the wheel well, along with an envelope containing a few choice Polaroids and a note warning that if he discussed their little affaire de coeur with anyone, he'd be the next Gay Poster Boy. Yeah?like Chris wasn't already intending to cash in; but he figured Doug would be so ashamed, he'd never tell a soul. Chris looked down at the somnolent, defiled Youth stretched across the bench seat of the SUV. It gets cool in the desert after dark, and the falling temp would wake the Young Man up for sure. He wondered, now that Doug had had his first exposure to Gay Sex, the only sex he'd ever known, if he'd cum back for more. And then there was the matter of his Special Seed. Had Chris succeeded in converting the Boy? Alas, he'd never know. The fading roar of Chris's engine caused the inebriated Youth to stir. His eyes fluttered, blinded by the brilliant oranges of the setting desert sun. His head ached so bad. So did his Ass. He fell back asleep and dreamt erotic fantasies about some guy named Chris.

It always started the same way. Some kid trawling Scruff after hitting the bars cause he didn't get lucky. Eric smiled when the kid sent him a woof -- another kid that was going get more than he was looking for. Eric's cock twitched at the idea of breeding this boy. He worked out hard and was in great shape; he had ink in all the right places but had the attitude to back it up. The kid's stats were pretty hot -- 6'2", 185 lbs and 23 years old-- too young to be completely filled out, but well on his way. After a few more details, the kid was on his way over. Eric's cock began to stiffen and push against his jeans, betraying his eagerness to share his seed with the boy. He went to the dungeon and put on his harness, perfectly framing the biohazard tattoo on his chest. He was ready to give this boy the fuck of his life. Perfectly on cue, there was a knock on the door upstairs and Eric went up to greet him. Opening the door, the boy was startled and stammered out a hello. Pulling him inside and slamming the door behind him, Eric easily overwhelmed the kid and nailed him to the wall. Forcing his tongue into the boy's mouth, he gave the boy a preview of what would be happening to his ass in a few minutes. The kid was enthusiastic and immediately moved his hands down Eric's jeans to feel his stiff cock. It was nine by seven, and a number 2 gauge PA. His cock was the perfect tool to share his gift, especially with inexperienced kids like this boy. In seconds, Eric's jeans were on the floor and the boy's face was buried his crotch, face smashed into the leaking red jock. Grabbing the kid under his arms, Eric heaved him to his feet and pushed him down the stairs to the dungeon. Pulling his head into his right arm and forcing the boy's mouth open again, Eric unzipped the kid's shorts and shoved them to the ground. The kid was wearing a jock like he was told and was about to be rewarded for it. Guiding the boy over to the leather covered St. Andrew's Cross leaned against the wall, he smiled as he pushed the boy against the cross and spread his legs. Tracing his tongue from the back of the boy's neck to the band of his jock, he could taste the salty sweat of excitement. As Eric moved his hand to spread the kid's checks, he felt the boy relax. He began tongue fucking the boy's ass, getting it ready for his leaking cock. Reaching down to his own jock, he pushed the pouch to the side, letting out his cock and balls. Slowly, he stood up, tracing the kid's spine with his tongue back up to his neck, and wrapped his right arm around the boy's neck in a choker hold. As the boy began to protest, Eric bit his neck firmly and the kid relaxed -- Eric's profile said he liked it rough. Using his free hand, he guided his dripping cock to just behind the boy's cunt and grinned. Without warning, he pushed his full 230 pounds of muscle down on the little bitch and impaled him with one stroke. As he felt his PA against the boy's hole, he instinctively tightened his arm around the boy's neck and forced his cock inside the kid. The boy tried to pull his ass off of Eric's cock, but the cross was in front and Eric's cock was behind. It was no use trying to get away. Eric was stronger than the boy by a long shot and his arm was like steel around the kid's neck. For just a second, he flashed back to his own youth when he was in the same position as this boy, about to be given a gift that would change his life forever. Amused by the boy's reaction, he began relentlessly pounding his cock into the boy's ass. Since that day ten years earlier, Eric had never worn a rubber. The kid would soon understand the gift he was about to receive and like Eric, would soon want nothing more than to share it. Pushing harder and deeper into the young stud's cunt, Eric's balls slapped the boy's ass with fury. The fire in his balls burned as the boy struggled. And then, the feeling started -- a gentle tingle deep in his balls began to stir. Smashing the boy's hips into the cross, the fire in his balls was quickly building pressure and urgency. The little cunt was about to feel the gift exploding from Eric's cock, flooding him from the inside and sharing the dark gift with him. Grinning with the thought of what was about to happen, he slammed his cock as deep into the kid as possible, and then it began. He screamed with pleasure as the boy's ass, wrecked from the viscous fucking, seemed to seize on his cock. As his balls pumped the dirty seed into the boy, he thrust harder and harder careful not to waste one drop of seed. The boy's ass tightened, drinking the dark gift that began burning his innocent cunt. As wave after wave of diseased seed flowed into the boy's guts, Eric felt him relax. He'd felt it before, a man getting his first taste of poison cum, suddenly realizes the gift. Eric's seed was doing its work, passing into the stud's veins, burning into his soul and converting him. Eric thanked his Lord for the boy impaled on his cock as he continued to shoot streams of burning seed into him. The boy was a man now, a brother; forever a servant, branded with the dark seed. Eric's work was done for the night. As the last drops of Eric's seed were greedily swallowed by the boy's ass, he leaned forward to his ear and whispered "Welcome, my brother." Unlike his entry into the boy, Eric began to slowly pull his cock out. Covered in dirty slime, he admired the look of his tool and the tight ass that was reluctantly letting his cock withdraw. As his head began to emerge, he noticed a few thick pieces of cum, slightly obscuring his 999 tattoo. The boy, weak from being used turned around and looked into Eric's eyes. Eric saw the fire of the seed in the boy's eyes. Guiding his new brother gently down to his knees, he allowed the boy to clean the remaining cum from his cock and worship.

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.

My cock is leaking as I'm working today. Damn I want a new hole to fuck.

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Nothing i need more than to feel an alpha cock spasming in my boi hole as it coats my guts with hot seed

concerned1 I got a call from my ex letting me know he tested poz and since I've NEVER had a condom on/in me, I knew what to expect and for me it was liberating. In the UK, you'll have access to meds and you can get to undetectable levels soon. Feel free to pm me if you need to talk.

I love showing off what my hole can take but I'm also a huge believer in informed consent. This means I've never played in public, e.g. at a beat/park. However, I'm more than happy to be naked at a sex club/bar. I've been the bottom for several BDSM/kink demonstrations too. I'm OK playing on cam or being filmed too. Having said that, every time I get slammed my resistance to public play drops further. I keep dropping hints to various tops that they should take me out in public but so far, no-one has.

Bookstore for lunch blowjob. Afterwork fuck planned for graybeard. I got it good today?

I think I have always been somewhat of an exhibitionist, but being a committed barebacker for 20 years now has made me even more of an exhibitionist. Unbridled, with little concern about who might be watching. It's a situation of more viewing, the better. Exhibitionism has allowed for the same feelings of liberation from norms that barebacking has. The feeling of being on view and watched is exhilirating and has made me even more of a pig. One of the first times I realized that barebacking has made me more of an exhibitionist came at a barebacking party hosted by a buddy a few blocks from where I live. He had this knack for always being able to find hot guys who were into fucking, with no stand and model types. He had a 2-bedroom apartment; one of the bedrooms was for play, the other was off-limits and the living room was for resting and lounging only. I was active in the play room, along with about 12 or so other guys, just fucking, rimming, sucking. Another guy and I were eyeing each other, trying to make our way toward each other, but were both too busy with playmates -- me getting fucked and him overwhelmed with guys lining up to take his 9" dick. After being fucked and taking 3 loads, I needed a break and headed to the lounging area. Both couches were filled with guys resting, chatting, so I sat on the floor to catch my breath. Few minutes later, out comes the guy I had been eyeing. He sits down next to me on the floor and strikes up a chat about how fun the party is. Despite the fact that there was to be no play in the lounging area, he starts making out with me and fingering my pussy. Rolls me over on my right side, lifts my left leg in the area and plunges deep into my hole, sending my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Really starts to pick up the tempo fucking me and I notice all the guys in the room are watching us and starting to stroke as they egg us on. I decided that I was so eager for this guy to fuck me that I didn't care who was watching or that we were playing in a restricted area. I just let go and put on a show for everyone watching. So fucking hot when the top and I both shot our loads at the same time, moaning and groaning for everyone to hear.

I’ve been exhibited by several Tops, from the very beginning of my gay experience - the exhilaration of finding multiple sets of eyes looking at me with desire, combined with a strong rush of humiliation, cemented the desire to be seen as a sexual object in my mind. I’ll never forget the time a Top told me he would be taking me to his friends’ house so they could watch him fuck me in bondage. While he was doing it, I noticed a little red light blinking in the dark - I was being videoed. As far as I know, that video still exists out there somewhere. I’ve been used for public demonstrations of all kinds of BDSM practices, and sometimes I wonder how many sets of eyes have watched me have a full-body orgasm, seen my face, heard my unguarded sex sounds, smelled the cum that splattered my belly, saw me swallow when it was fed back to me. I remember the applause they sometimes gave - not for me, but for the Top who had demonstrated his ability to force my body to surrender. How could I not love this? Give me an audience when you fuck me, every time, and you’ll draw out the deepest part of my sexuality.

Wednesday morning (my first). Arranged with a black guy for a darkroom meeting at his place. Very nervous as I walked the stairs to the second floor, but as I open a door, everything was almost pitch black. I recognize his silhouette, and I just say Hi timidly. I turned my back and pulled my pants down and bend . He immediately went down on his knees and started eating my ass. After playing me with his tongue, he slide his cock in my hole and start pushing. I felt his rod getting in and out, but perhaps what I liked the most was the deep sound he made while fucking me (it sounds like a bull in my back trying to ram me). After a couple of minutes, he cumed in me. I turned and caress his rod a couple of times, and then I pulled my pants up and leave w/o saying a word. I kept his cream inside me all the way home (had to clean my undies and pants after…

Uhh, I'm a bit envious

Hey new here I don’t have heaps of experience but I’m a top just turned 18 so wanna learn and have fun

2. Bullfrog and Otter Boy Quartermaine’s familiar tattooed dome strode by the high trailer windows. A moment later there was a wrap on his door, and a low, “Get him out of here,” and then Quartermaine was gone. Jeremy, Jeremiah, Bullfrog—let’s stick with Jeremy for now—Jeremy nudged the old dairy farmer who definitely smelled like his livestock. The cot was narrow so they were right up against each other. The farmer continued to snore. Jeremy shook the old man again. “I’m up. I’m up,” said the farmer. He threw his spindly legs over the cot, bare feet on the grungy linoleum. “Up an atom,” the old man said out of habit, mostly to himself, blinking, putting out his hand on the nightstand searching for his glasses. Jeremy, already sitting next to him in threadbare boxers, handed them to him. “Milk the cows or they’ll be hell to pay,” the farmer said smacking his lips, making sure his dentures were still intact. He seemed to have forgotten where he was. He looked around at the trailer, then at Jeremy. “Thanks for stopping by, Shamus,” Jeremy said, getting up and going over to his small coffee maker, pouring himself a cup. He wasn’t going to offer the old farmer any. He needed to make sure he was gone before the camp had officially gotten into the buzz of opening day mode. It was still early enough that no one would be wiser that Shamus had been there all night. “Ya know,” Shamus said pulling up his coveralls, slipping the suspenders over his narrow shoulders, “you remind me of someone.” “Who,” Jeremy asked taking a sip of coffee, singing his upper lip. “My youngest. Bonnie,” the farmer said, tying up his shit-caked work boots. “Okay,” Jeremy said cringing while he felt his lip, “that is so wrong in so many ways I can’t even count.” The old man put a twenty on the nightstand. “She’s not as old as you but has the same round butt that…” “Shamus, zip it. I don’t need to know.” Jeremy was cinching his belt then buttoning the top of his plaid shirt. He put a strawberry-frosted Pop-tart in the toaster, then opened the door for Shamus. Shamus shuffled out, stopped at the door in front of Jeremy, saw that whatever was between them last night had been ushered out with the dawn. The old man’s stubbled face registered sadness, then resignation, as he patted Jeremy’s cheek and descended the trailer’s steep metal stairs clutching firmly to the handrail. Jeremy watched the back of the old man’s red #MAGA cap bob between the carnival trailers. In the morning haze, he watched the red hat pass through the back end of the half-erected carnival rides, through the empty game booths, and finally out the arch into the supermarket parking lot. Few carnies were up yet. He took another cautiously sip of his coffee. The September air was moist, warning of another hot day before autumn broke summer’s hold. The toaster popped, and the intense aroma of strawberries and roasted sugar clung in the air. Better than the cow dung and Old Spice that came with Shamus, he thought. He brought the Pop-tart out with him on the trailer steps and looked at the rising sun through the pink clouds. He tried not to think bad of any of the men that came to see him. They were usually old, married much too young, usually with a kid on the way, and stuck in a marriage that had lasted decades with no end in sight. As he ate the frosted pastry, he got out his ancient iPhone and clicked on the browser to bring up Craig’s list, how he managed to plan his tricks as the carnival went from small town to small town. He was hoping to reconnect with one of the college boys he’d hooked up with last year. It was by accident that he met him, thinking that the guy in the post was lying about his age, saying he had a swimmer’s body, and all the other things men said that turned out to be untrue. The boy turned out to be the real deal, the most gorgeous specimen he’d ever been with. The kid indeed had a swimmer’s body and much more, in anything he’d undersold himself: sandy blond hair, a peach-fuzz mustache, dark blue eyes—how many times did he beat off remembering that face? But the boy also had a monstrous stutter and large gashes on one of his cheeks. But he was also sweet, muscular, a wing-span that didn’t quit, and a bubble butt he could munch on for days. They hadn’t talked much, mostly from the boy’s self-consciousness over his stutter. The oddest thing was he wore a chastity cage, which he was vague, if not right down evasive about. The most he said was that he was into chastity, but it was hard for Jeremy to believe. The entire time the lad had spent in his sling, he’s poor dick was bursting against the metal trap. Jeremy concentrated on his butt in the myriad ways he knew, which was the focus that Ken, Kenneth—something like that—texted him he was interested in when they first made contact. He’d made love to the boy’s butthole alternatingly sweetly then, at times, aggressively. The boy had liked it both ways. There were only a few stops on the year-long carnival schedule he really looked forward to and this town was at the top. He licked the crumbs off his fingers and downed enough now warm coffee to get him through the busy day. He clicked on Craig’s list regional personals. He thought he should plan now since the day the carnival launched in a new town was the busiest it would get except for the tear-down. The tear-down lasted all night, a twenty-two hour day and then a drive to the next town, usually involving plenty of amphetamines provided by Quaretermaine and management. He scanned down to the personals section and found it was gone. He checked out another random region and it was gone there too. It had to be a mistake, some glitch. He wasn’t dependent on turning tricks, but it did help him supplement his living expenses. Without them he’d wind up with the other carnies who were dependent on the measly salary management offered, living in near-destitution in what was infamously called ‘the bunkhouse,’ a converted eighteen wheeler split down the middle, broken up into small spaces which only fit a twin mattress with ten inches of space to spare on each side and a mirrored medicine chest for toiletries next to the door. His life was a steady stream going downhill. There weren’t a lot of job opportunities for ex-felons, but he’d found this one. He’d hit his high when he was thirty years old, working for a start-up wind farm outfit setting up wind turbines all around New England. He was unafraid of heights, having spent summers teaching his little brothers to high-dives off a nearby quarry. Setting up these humongous wind turbines, with blades that stretch a football field in length, there was something meaningful and monumental he was doing, transforming mountaintops, creating renewable energy, powering tens of thousands of houses wherever his company sent him. He made enough money to send back to assist his youngest crazy brother who grew marijuana and lived in a teepee. The dope froze in Vermont’s long winters, but he was happy kid, so there’s that. But for one god-forsaken road trip to Canada to hook-up with a gay couple outside of Montreal, his life could have continued on an upward trajectory. He got up to pee in his miniscule bathroom. He flushed the toilet, washed his face, shaved, then scrutinized himself mercilessly in the mirror. At forty-seven, he’d once been considered attractive, at least his mother had thought so, long, long ago. Unfortunately, so did his father. Even in the midst of middle age, he’d kept slim and still had some of the physique he acquired in the prison weight room. His greying hair kept most of his mousy brown color. His face was slim, gaunt some would say, and had a sharp chin with a big, wide lips. He’d maintained his undetectable positive status ever since he converted, never knowing if it was from sharing needles or unprotected sex, but what did it matter? He caught the bug, but it was under control. There were bags under his eyes this morning from Shamus waking him up all night wanting him to fuck him every which way every couple of hours. He’d finally gotten a straight four hours, from two to six, when Quartermaine had pounded on the side of his trailer. Throughout the day, as usual, he was all professional, worked well with the other carnies and ride operators, the staff at concessions, and all the performers from the Big Top to the Freak Show. Because he wasn’t afraid of heights the Ferris wheel and Hammer ride operators always wanted his help. He made the final electrical connections on the Hammer’s lighting, and still had time to dress his own joint, the ‘knock three dolls down and get a prize’ booth, before the carnival flicked on its lights at exactly three o’clock to begin opening day operations. He brushed out the knockdown dolls’ deceptively long hair and wedged them between the front piece of wood and the hidden backstop that made them next-to-impossible to knock down for some worthless prize that the marks were so eager to get for their girl. But the rubes kept coming and over the last couple of years he’d learned a good bit of patter to keep his joint one of the top money-makers. The couple in Montreal had the usual stupid screen names common for the site he was on: dirtypig4u and VelvetHole. He had their address on his phone with directions; he also had a shit-load of nasty porn on it, which he didn’t really think about as he crossed the Canadian border. He’d just taken a Viagra at a McDonalds down the road as his Subaru pulled up to the first border agent, a young Asian-Canadian woman. She looked bored and asked where he was staying. He said he hadn’t made a reservation but he thought he’d stay in a Montreal hotel. She looked at him suspiciously and told him to pull over to an area at the border patrol offices. He followed her direction and pulled into one of the docks. Two border guards were waiting for him, asking him to get out of his car. They were both nice, respectful, almost apologetic about the delay. The first officer had tattoos covering his arms up to his neck, and the other one was extremely handsome with a close cropped dark head of hair. They were a pleasant distraction until they asked him for any electronic equipment. “Like my phone?” Jeremy asked, a little apprehensive. The handsome one nodded, and he turned over his phone giving him the access code, and warning him that there was porn on it. They asked him to step inside. They then proceeded to tear the car apart end to end. The tattooed agent brought back several bottles of poppers and asked what the bottles contained. He told him the contents, saying feebly that he hoped he’d get lucky. The tattooed guy looked less friendly after that. They were both gone for about an hour leaving him in a benchless waiting area. When they returned they were stone-faced and asked that he follow them. He felt trapped like a mouse in a maze, a maze that had only one path to walk down knowing this wasn’t going to end well. They took him into a windowless room and asked he take off his shoes. He did and the handsome one motioned for him to slide them over to him. He complied as the tattooed agent read him his right and asked if he understood that they were detaining him for suspicion of trafficking in child pornography. His heart stopped. To back up for a second. He’d had a major run-in with the law before stemming from a hunting accident when he was fourteen. Hunting trips with his father always ended up in their two-man pup tent and was always where sexual abuse took place. It had been going on since he could remember and it was never anything he looked forward to. Quite the opposite. He came up with any excuse he could think of to get out of going, but never to any avail. Even his mother put pressure on him to spend some time with his hard-working father who only asked that his oldest son go out the first day of deer season with him. What changed on this particular hunting trip was after his father had finished with him, as he was drifting off after his fourth beer, he started mumbling about how old Jeremiah was getting, and how Jacob, who’d just turn nine, or maybe even better, Jasper, who was six-and-a-half, might enjoy coming with him next year in his place. Jeremy was able to convince the sheriffs, but not his mother, that his father had accidentally taken a bullet to the head as he hid, unseen by Jeremiah, in the brush. It’s possibly she knew what was happening between her husband and son by a million small details but never said a word. She also never said anything to the sheriffs in her home about her suspicions, nothing at the funeral, not a word at the courthouse. Not one word ever. But she never treated him the same after the incident, only found excuse after excuse to keep his younger brothers away from him. She encouraged Jeremy to graduate early, get his electrical engineering certificate his last year in high school, and leave the house the day he graduated. He was not unwelcome in her house, especially around holidays when his brothers begged him to come home, but neither was he especially warmly welcomed. A kiss on the cheek on entering and leaving, a Tupperware of leftovers, but not an inch more of affection than was necessary. So the father-son pornography he’d harvested on his phone was buried deep in his history and his character. The Canadian shrink who interviewed him prior to trial asked him whom in the photos he identified with. He told her the boys, and he argued that he thought none of them were underage. He wasn’t into kiddy porn, he pleaded. But the ages of the kids in the photos were questionable enough, it didn’t matter whom he identified with. Child pornography is child abuse, argued the Canadian Crown Attorney. She wasn’t interested in the psychiatric deposition his attorney tried to put, unsuccessfully, into evidence. So he did his time, labeled a child sexual predator, the lowest of scum in the prison hierarchy, beaten, raped, infected, unemployable once outside, until he found a job at the dime toss booth, turning penny-ante tricks on the side for extra money, sucking off old men who smelled of Brylcreme and Aqua Velva, because they were coming into town for a ‘date’ and having a nice piece of cheap flesh that reminded them of their daughter. He placed the last knockdown doll on the top shelf, secured it in place. He pinched the bridge of his nose feeling a migraine coming on. Now that Craig’s list no longer did personal ads, how long before he took up room in the Bunkhouse? How similar were those eight by twelve foot rooms to the cell he did time in? How much lower could his life go? “Jeremiah was a b-b-bullfrog,” sang a voice behind him. “Hello, B-bullfrog.” Kenworth Paxton. He remembered the name even before turning around. As he spun around, he fretted that he’d aged unrecognizably in the last year, was afraid of being looked at by a creature he remembered being so astonishingly perfect, scarred but perfect in every way. The boy was the same, a little taller maybe, a bit broader in his chest if that were possible, same scars on his cheek, and wet, shoulder-length sandy blond hair, longer than the previous year before. But the length suited him, framed his face, his beautiful imperfectly-perfect face. He came over and leaned on the red lip of his booth, his fingertips just brushing the lad’s. His smile was from ear to ear. He felt an immediate rousing desire in his groin for the young man, but an even stronger desire to just lean there for hours, taking him in. A full year of imagining him and now, here he was, made flesh, even more ideal than what was indelible in his mind. “You look…” Jeremy couldn’t find the words. He noticed drips of water coming off his hair onto his collar. “You look wet,” he laughed. “I c-c-came right after try-tryouts. I’m al-al-alternate goal-goalkeeper this year,” he beamed. “That’s fantastic, man. Congratulations!” Jeremy enthused, clasping his hand, an excuse to hold him, to feel how real he was. He rocked his head acknowledging that he really was here, that he showed up. He didn’t quite know what a goalkeeper was—he guessed soccer—but if the kid was happy, and the smile spread across his face said he was, then so was he. Ecstatically happy. “So how you been?” “G-good,” the young man said, looking at Jeremy hungrily. He looked back at him the same. “So can you come by tonight? Meet me later?” Jeremy’s face clouded for a second, coming down to earth. “Nah, you’ll probably be with all your friends tonight. First night of the carnival and all.” “No. Yeah. I can m-m-meet you,” he said. The kid began to shuffle his feet. “Like is t-t-ten okay?” he blinked hard to spit out his proposition. “Yeah, yeah,” said Jeremy happily. He kept nodding his head practically disbelieving who was before him. The kid was just as happy to see him too, starting to pick up Jeremy’s head bobbing until both of them were bobbing in synch together, very happy to see each other. There was a pause between them, not of awkwardness but a hint at a mutual anticipation for what ten o’clock would hold. “Yeah, ten. Perfect. Here or at my trailer? Yeah, let’s meet at my trailer. You remember which one it is? The green one? Small, has flowers painted under the window?” “Couldn’t forget it,” Kenworth Paxton said. “Best night of my life.” “Best night of your life?” Jeremy noted he hadn’t stuttered. “Best night of my life. That is until tonight, I promise you that.” The kid really seemed to be happy seeing him again. Whenever he allowed himself the luxury of thinking about Kenworth Paxton he figured he’d forgotten him, or got interested in someone else, college flings, but he seemed to have the same connection right now that he had the week he’d been here a year ago. Should he have kept up writing to him? Texting him? That would’ve been presumptuous, weird. The kid was a baby, he was a middle age, part-time hustler who worked as a carnie. What could possibly go wrong? “So, yeah, ten. Okay.” Both their heads were still bobbing. “Bullfrog!” yelled a burly, red plaid shirt-wearing, bearded lumberjack, coming up to Jeremy’s joint. “Hey kid,” he said, noticing their bobbing heads. Then to Jeremy he said, “If I can tear you away, we need you pronto on Big Eli.” “Be right there.” The lumberjack spun on his toe, not before giving the kid another once over, and then headed back to the back lot. “I got to go help with the Ferris wheel...so ten then.” Jeremy wanted to whisk Kenworth Paxton straight back to his trailer and throw his legs in his sling and have at him for the next week straight. Instead, he brushed the boy’s knuckles, and hollered over to Ronnette, his neighbor with a dart throwing booth, if she’s keep an eye out on his junk. She said sure and wiggled her arched brows. He always used the gate at the back of his booth to get out, but today he spontaneously hopped over the booth’s lip next to Kenworth Paxton, to smell him, to size him up. He put his hands on the kid’s shoulder and gave him a tight, quick squeeze. He didn’t care who saw. He cocked a thumb at the rides. “Gotta go,” he said transfixed, not moving. Kenworth Paxton smiled once more, and Jeremy ripped himself away from the spot, and headed to the back lot with a grin he wouldn’t shake the rest of the day. As he stood at the top of Big Eli replacing the Ferris wheel’s burned out neon light, seventy feet in the air, both feet solidly anchored between two beams, overlooking the small town below, the college off in the distance, the green forest hills beyond, standing atop his entire world, nothing, no one remotely as high as him at that moment, he wondered if the kid was still committed to that damn little chastity cage? And if so, how was he going to get it off him? *** Marlon Reznor swaggered down the sidewalk leading the pack. House, that is, Trent van der Haus and Steve Reynolds, head bent under his hoodies, still texting, walked side by side, but not talking. Tommy Derkheim was the only one chirping away behind them all, asking his teammates what they want to do first at the carnival. He thought the Hammer ride should be their first stop, and then maybe the freak show. He was really just excited they’d invited him along. “Freak show,” Steve Reynolds mumbled under his hoodie. House nodded his large head in agreement. Raznor cut through one group of geeky boys and then another group of girls coming back from the fair, giggling, eating cotton candy, one girl’s hair exactly matching its pink color. Raznor stroked his chin fuzz, looked back at Tommy and the diamond their quartet made slicing down the sidewalk. “House of mirrors first,” he said taking out a joint, to which House and Reynolds nodded and Tommy shrugged happily. They finished the joint as they walked through the fair’s archway, passing Dr. Moreau’s House of Curiosities, i.e., the freak show, just as a woman in a flesh-colored bathing suit adorned with shiny dangling bangles, and draped with an albino boa constrictor, was leaving the small stage in front of the tent and a scaly lizard-man was climbing onto it. The bald barker, a large man with a blue tattooed scalp that had a dome of stars and constellations from his chin to the back of his neck etched on his face and head, was in the middle of his patter. “Some applause for the beautiful Misty Morning and her serpent Houdini, who can get into and out of the tightest of places. The girl your friends and neighbors are talking about, with an act with which they can only whisper. Man oh man, she’s got all the things a girl should have, and she’s gonna shake ‘em loose like a bucket of juice!” Misty shook her ample butt with all her bangles jangling before disappearing behind the tent flap. “And Larry the Lizard Man, who suffers the persecution of unjust inequity a man or lizard could endure.” Larry, in a large pair of trousers with a cutout accommodating his large reptilian tail, sat on a stool and stared at Tommy. His split tongue slithered out as it darted out over a mouth that stretched from wide across his jaw. His black diamond-shaped pupils unnerved Tommy and Tommy tugged at Raznor’s shirt wanting to go. “Looks like Lizard Man like our Otter Boy,” Raznor taunted his small teammate. ‘Otter’ was the name the team called him, a name that followed him from his family, where anytime he was in water he was in bliss, a small otter who flipped and spun off diving boards effortlessly, gracefully, playfully, sometimes recklessly in the chances he’d take on a dive. Third string on the water polo team last year, but who’d won enough first and second places at last year’s diving competitions, that he was wholly embraced by the team. Otter was the man! “C’mon, Raz. He gives me the creeps,” Tommy said, trying to act casual but his reedy voice betrayed real distress beneath his plea. Steve Reynolds held his phone aloft and snapped a photo of him and Tommy with the lizard man in the background. Reynolds scrutinized himself in the pic, decided it was good enough to post, clicked share, saying, “I googled it and these freak show lizard-men mostly suffer from extreme ichthyosis. Probably has some body mods like that split tongue. I think we should do the show, maybe introduce Otter to him.” “No,” Tommy begged, pulling on House’s shirt, the only one who never teased him. House made a face of disdain at Reynolds, and led the way to the House of Mirrors. He pulled out a second joint, lit it up and passed it around as they took a circuitous route through a bunch of trailers to get to a ticket booth. House collected money from each of them, and at the House of Mirrors, handed over the tickets to the fun house attendant. A very stoned Reznor, Reynolds, House, and Tommy filed in. Reznor immediately ditched them, whipping around some glass to get away from the group. As the remaining trio wound through the maze, Reznor snuck up on Tommy and jumped him, making Tommy scream and fall into House. Reynolds broke off and went his own way, House went another, and soon the four of them were exploring confusing corridors of reflections and glass partitions alone, laughing and jumping on each other when they reconnected. Sometimes they found each other with a touch, but more often they thought one of them was at an arm’s distance away only to find themselves bumping into glass. At the center was a black room of warped mirrors that made the foursome look lean and tall as giants, others that made them look like dwarves with tiny legs. Tommy and the others laughed at their reflections, knocking each other around the black room, pointing in the mirrors, taking overhead picture on their phones, seeing who could make the most warped photo. Raznor got bored and headed out, then House followed, Reynolds took a third path leaving Tommy behind only for a second. An unseen hand swiveled a pane of glass, cutting Tommy off from his friends. He followed this new path into the back of the ride and watched his teammates in the distance, cutoff first by two rows of glass, then three, then he didn’t see them anymore. He met his reflection, then his reflection’s reflection, then himself reflected until he was surrounded by an army of Tommys, saw himself in every direction and saw nothing but himself. “Guys!” he said loudly as he stumbled through the glass and mirrors. “Guys!” he shouted. He heard the other boy’s laughter dying away, replaced by music from the carousel. There was mist at his feet. Gas climbed slowly up the glass. He coughed and started to feel dizzy and a little faint. He ran through the maze quicker, looking for a way out, looking for some shred of the outside world, but all he saw was more glass, more dead ends, more of himself. He stretched out his hand which pressed against his reflection. His knees buckled under him and he fell. His head pressed against the glass. His cheek ran down a sheet of glass, squeaked the pitch of straining flesh against a slick surface. The oils of his face left a trail of grease as he slid lower, legs tucking lazily under him, head going forward until it hit the House of Mirrors’ floor. Then he fell into a woozy blackness. Barely conscious, he heard the faint music of the carousel, felt hands picked him up, carried him off. A false back wall creaked open, and he disappeared from sight. Hands undressed him as he hung like a limp dolls, placing him in a suit that was much too tight. Someone or something touched his exposed butthole. His butt filled with something cold and wet. Whatever it was soon enveloped him in a warm blanket, made him feel dreamy floating in a dark semi-consciousness, made him acutely aware of his body and of the hard metal cage that locked away his maleness. Tommy came out of a haze feeling exposed, exceedingly relaxed and even more horney. Part of his brain said he should panic, but overall he felt himself drifting somewhere between wakefulness and dozing in twilight. He rested on a padded red leather tabletop, his ass riding slightly higher than his shoulders as he laid crumped on his left arm. Around the red table was a gold rail. To the rail, his wrists and ankles were secured. His skin felt strange, alien, oddly furry. It felt like most of his body was in a tight fitting diving suit. Looking at his arms and back at his legs he saw this suit had a light fur glued to the suit’s skin. His chest, abdomen, and genitals were all him, however, and they rubbed sensually against the red leather. His dick and balls though still were captured inside their metal cage. He looked around. The room was octagonal, all eight sides mirrored. Between each mirrored pane stood a panel of fluorescent lights. Presently, the white tubes flickered on making the small enclosure extremely bright to the point of being almost blinding. Seven of the eight mirrored panes had slot removed at head height, and within the gaps, seven sets of eyes watched him studiously, anonymously. The eighth mirror directly in front of him swerved open and the barker from the freak show, the one with the blue tattooed head of stars, came in and, with a black gloved hand, closed the mirror behind him. The barker addressed the anonymous onlookers behind the mirrors. “Behold, our newest creature, captured for your investigation into nature’s oddities, gentleman. A boy of quality, to be sure. Note his blond fur, the extra vertebrae at his tailbone sporting his diminutive tail. Don’t let his blond coat of young fur mislead you, for he is a special marvel, a naturally born hairy Otter Boy, a small but wild animal which is why we must constrain him to this table. He is the Otter Boy for which you’ve paid to scrutinize. And study every part of him you shall.” It was then that Tommy saw the purpose of the suit he was in. He saw himself in the mirrors in a fur suit that made him look like the water creature, his nickname cruelly turned on himself, the Otter Boy the barker assured the audience he actually was. He tugged at his bindings and found he was not completely immobile but tightly constricted in how much he could move. He tried to speak but found his mouth had a small mask over it, which, when he looked in one of the mirrors, saw they had given him an otter-like muzzle. He blinked at his reflection and recognized the absurdity, the phoniness of the ruse, and how little it seemed to matter. He would have panicked but for the underlying calm his body felt and the stroking the barker was applying to his butt and caged genitals. “Note, too, gentlemen,” continued the barker, “how his sex has been cruelly bound. This must be, because in captivity, kept in his cage, being a young male, all he would do when first captured was to play naughtily with himself day and night. But tonight, for his pleasure and yours, we will unbind the young animal and let him play as I know he will for whomever comes forward with a slight extra token of coin and a deep-seated need to satisfy his curiosity.” A lubed forefinger, cracked and callused, entered his hole causing Tommy to wince. It withdrew and he felt the barker fiddling with the chastity cage’s lock. With a click his cock and balls hung loose. Immediately they were lubed, and were drawn down, massaged, blood squeezed into them making them flush, then beginning, through constant stimulation, to harden. What should have been acute humiliation, so publically on display, was instead erotic, in fact, intoxicating. Tommy couldn’t explain it even to himself. He was a virgin, no male or female had been drawn to him, or he to another. He was cute, undeniably, but shy, reluctant to show any attachment when it came to anyone outside his family. Now after one year spent with his teammates, he was finally opening up to them, though not about his sexuality. This act, this pulling on his hardening phallus, was the first time he’d ever had anyone put a finger or fist on his genitals. He wanted the callused finger inside him again. He didn’t have to wait long. “You will see, gentlemen, our initially reluctant creature is eager to participate. The Otter Boy is a playful pup. Note how quickly he is engorged.” Indeed, Tommy was hard as steel with only a few seconds of stimulation, could easily shoot his wad were the barker not easing up masturbating him. “You will witness for the first time the Otter Boy submitting to penetration.” The barker held up a bulbous glass nob that sparkled in the lights. He poured a thick gelatinous liquid over the rod and some over Tommy’s upturned hole. The viscous liquid was cold and made his hole tweeze shut, only to be stroked by the bulbous rod rubbing up and down his crack. He couldn’t help himself and pushed his butt to receive the rod, and the barker obliged, allowing only a small portion of the instrument to glide smoothly in his hole. It gave him satisfaction beyond his imagination. The glass bulb spread him open to the possibility of something foreign taking over his body, forcing him to open up whether he was willing or not. The barker steadied Tommy’s torso, placing his warm callused palm on the small of his back, and pushed the grass rod in a few more inches. There was something at work in his body that was pushing him to be lewd, to want the whole of the object to be inside him. The barker pulled the object out, showed it to the audience of eyes, demonstrating the length that would soon travel inside the boy. It was not going to be a short journey either. Tommy felt the instrument smoothly spreading open his hole, stretching his tender ass lips, lips that had never had anything touch them in this manner. There was something, however, this time different in the slickness, like a fine sand had been added to the lubricant, something rough and burning just a bit. He looked back and saw the barker surreptitiously sprinkle a white powder on the glass rod. The deeper it went the more it burned. He squeezed his hole to try to block any further penetration but he was in no position to resist, and the bulb stretched his hole open to its widest spot, the skin of his rectum spread so wide the powder came in contact with his whole rectum and made his entire insides light on fire, and like that, snap!, the bulb was in. He had an entire new feeling about the invader. He loved it! He squeezed it to make it go in deeper. He flexed his butt muscles to provoke it to penetrate him as much as possible. The barker took note, raising a hand above the boy’s gyrating bottom, illustrating the transformation from human to unthinking animal. The circle of eyes started bouncing within the slots, eyes squinted, pupils became pinpricks of pleasure within their private booths. The barker returned to stroking the boy’s erection causing Tommy to further pleasure himself, writhing, rutting his pelvis, grinding it into the barker’s fist. “And now,” the barker announced with both of his hands in the air, the white lights turning to green and blue, “the moment you’ve been waiting for, the reason you’ve paid your admission to witness the taboo scene of carnal pleasure, what you were promised and will not see anywhere else, see here with your own two eyes. I give you the forbidden lust between the Lizard Man and the Otter Boy!” In the aquatic light the mirror in front of Tommy swiveled open and the Lizard Man entered with a long scaly erection, split down the middle into two penises. The barker withdrew the glass rod and stepped back into the shadows, while the Lizard Man, his tail dragging along behind him, circled Tommy. Tommy’s eyes were wide and frightened. He knew this was just a man, but the disguise and the drug that was emanating inside his hole, was playing with his mind. He thought the man had contacts to make his pupils into vertical slits but they looked real enough, especially as they expanded and contracted as he came closer to him. The man’s tongue definitely was split as was his dick, and he made the most out of his tongue slithering it in and out of his extremely wide mouth. The man’s thin lips were chapped which only made him appear to have scales entirely over his face right down to the insides of mouth. That serpent tongue entered his ear and made a gushing sound that drowned out his own panicking cries. “Relax,” whispered Larry, the Lizard Man, “It’s just a show for the rubes.” The Lizard Man walked around Tommy’s face, jiggling his spit cocks, going to his other ear, whispering, “It’s a suit just like yours. Act like you’re scared.” Tommy didn’t need to act, he was out-of-his-mind frightened and abhorred at the repulsive creature. The Lizard Man disappeared, but soon he felt a tongue flutter at his butthole. Then the tongue entered him and as revolted as he was knowing the man was eating his hole, his body reacted to the pleasure that he felt. Without wanting to, he nonetheless pushed out his spongy lips so the lizard tongue could go in deep. And deep it did, fluttering and weaving, a rapid in-out, over and over, following the maze that was his colon. How deep could that tongue go? He turned his head but only saw the hideous reptilian snout of the man pressed up to his butt, but he could feel him traveling obscenely fast and unbelievably deep into his yawning cavern. Nothing had prepared him for this kind of invasion that was at once a violation of his body but also as gratifying as itching a scratched non-stop. He shuddered on his hands and knees, wanting the Lizard Man to end this exquisite torture, but feared if it ended, what would happen next. And it did stop, and this happened next: Tommy felt two small hard penises pushing at his hole. The barker spoke softly, while the Lizard Man worked his dicks into Tommy. “As any biologist will tell you, male mammals have only one phallus, which they theorize is due to the fact that embryonically it comes as an extension of the tail or in humans from the tailbone.” With a pop, the Lizard Man’s cocks slithered into his hole, the man’s claws on either side of his butt cheeks pulling Tommy back further onto them. “These same biologists will tell you reptiles, lizards and snakes alike are born with two penises that emanate not from a tail but vestiges of legs. Imagine, gentlemen, double your pleasure, double your fun. Observe the pleasure in the Otter Boy’s face.” Tommy couldn’t believe how much the two dicks were hurting him. One would have been intense enough, but both, were it not for the mask-muzzle over his mouth, he would be screaming for the Lizard Man to stop. The man kept pulling him back deeper on them and he tried to get away, but this tug-of-war only caused the man’s erections to swell harder, putting more pressure on stretching Tommy’s hole wider. And then there was the underlying, but growing, sense of pleasure Tommy was deriving from the penetration. Mix that with the white powder the barker had slid into him, mix that with the humiliation of being ravaged in front of an anonymous public—it made Tommy shake his head in a crazed way that made the onlookers think he was madly enjoying being fucked by this scaly monster. The creature picked up its pace and Tommy instinctively impaled himself harder as he lost himself to the lust of the moment. He flung his ass back wildly trying to take even more of the Lizard Man’s dicks. The split dicks, the hard they got, the more they separated away from each other, the wider Tommy’s hole got spread. He heard a loud hissing behind him and a tongue that was whipping against his neck, then his hole got sprayed with jism that ran down his balls, dripped over his legs, and spontaneously, without touching himself, he came on the table, white spew pooling on the red leather. Larry pulled out, patted Tommy on the head and before exiting the chamber hissed in his ear, “Good show, mate.” “Now, gentlemen, who among you will come forward with an extra coin and a deep-seated need to satisfy his curiosity—who will be next?” One by one, out stepped a local store owner, the town librarian, a bespectacled college professor, a slick-hair barber, a old pharmacist, a greasy auto mechanic, and finally Coach Brandon, all taking turns coming out of their booth and pleasuring themselves inside the Otter Boy, while the Otter Boy pulled on his liberated dick and satisfied himself, time after time, man after man, with his furry paws.

Ive fucked a twink couple who just opened their relationship. Rawdogged em both, when the other one wasn't in the room. They both love Daddy types, so I gave em something to remember me by- a nice toxic load for their stupid cunts.

PART 7 My lips wasted no time latching onto his cock head, trying to pull more and more of his rod into my mouth. As I worshiped his shaft with my mouth and tongue, he spoke to me, saying “Yeah baby, it’s all yours. Just like that. Give in, sexy. We both know you need my cock.” His advice was driving me crazy, especially as he segued to saying “Feel how hard you have me? We both know why you want me so hard, don’t we? 'Cause your little hole needs my cock, doesn't it?” I found my gaze fixed on his eyes, even as my mouth was stuffed with dick and, if truth be told, my eyes were watering as a consequence of being choked by his cock. However, he wasn't disconcerted, but rather smiled and nodded in approval, stroking the side of my face as I continued to suck his dick like life itself depended on it. And on he whispered, “God that feels so good. My sexy little cocksucker, such an eager boy. So hungry for a man’s cock. But I know what Chris is really hungry for. And I don’t think he can hold much longer. Is my sexy boy ready to get fucked?” I finally released his cock from my mouth, only to gasp, “ Yes , yes.” With that admission he pulled me up, positioned me on my back, my ass aligned with the edge of the bed. Without being asked, I pulled my knees up, exposing my young inexperienced hole. Was I thinking about HIV? Yeah I was. But I was doing it anyway. For Tom, it was worth the risk. At least, my cock drunk mind was able to say that at the moment, as I was writhing and grunting as he was lubing my hole and sliding his finger into me. And now out came his mysterious brown bottle. “Four deep hits in each side, sex. Do it,” he ordered. I complied, remembering what this stuff had done to me when I last used it. And, a few seconds later I found myself pushing my hole out and thrusting my hips backwards, trying desperately to snare Tom's huge cock - so close and yet not close enough. I needed it. “Please!,” I was able to get out in a gasp. “Four more, each side,” he ordered again, even though I was flying still. Still I complied with Tom's order with the result I lost all control and now begged “Please, please put it in me. Please Tom fuck me!” “What about my cum sexy? You want me to fuck you 'til I cum in you?" Tom whispered in the sexiest voice I had ever heard. And I was flying. And I did. I adamantly wanted, no, needed his cum. And I wanted to make him happy. “Fucking cum in me, fill me up,” I moaned. With that Tom slowly slid into me, the poppers helping me in taking his huge cock, my ring popping open as I accommodated Tom’s raw cock. “This is the best hole, baby. Fuck, your hole is gripping my cock and pulling me into you. Feels so good,” he moaned. As he worked in and out, I could feel him working deeper to open-up my hole up. He leaned down to kiss me and I eagerly returned the kiss, my arms wrapped around him, pulling him even closer. “Feels so good, feels so good. Big fucking cock, so good,” I was babbling, completely lost now in the fuck. “Getting close. Gonna cum. You know I ain’t wearing a rubber. Ready for this load? Want that cum up in you?” he whispered. At that moment, nothing else mattered by his cock and my hole. It felt so good. Tom was fucking me deep and hard. “Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me,” was all I could say over and over. Tom’s strokes became erratic and then he almost shouted, “Take that fucking load boy. Feel that cum fill you up.” I held him in my embrace ever tighter, my mind solely focused on the thought my hole had pleasured Tom so much he was made to cum. This time, it took a few more seconds for the guilt to rush back. And he was still in me. And it felt so good. But it was so wrong. But why wasn’t I pushing him off? And then I realized I had cum. Again, it had happened. My focus was so on the pleasure of my hole, my cock hadn’t mattered. As the seconds passed and his cock softened and flopped out of my hole, I was back and forth, loving the moment and feeling so bad for loving it. Tom had HIV and now he had fucked me twice. This guy was so hot that I no longer cared if I contracted HIV. What was I gonna do?

PART 4 ”You have my cock so hard Chris. Such an eager little cocksucker. Yeah, lick that precum. It’s all for you sexy boy,” Tom murmurred encouragingly. Maybe a few times the thought 'Oh, fuck, this guy is my neighbor' crosed my mind, but I certainly didn't dwell on any issues: it was all happening very, vast, fast, an besides, indisputably, I loved being on my knees, worshiping his beautiful man cock. It had such a perfect mushroom head, full and pronounced. It felt perfect inside my mouth, resting on my tongue. And that long thick veiny shaft, with just the slightest barely there upward curve felt like hot steel. His massive balls that I couldn’t quite fit into my mouth in a nice tight sack. I just wanted it more and more. I was losing control. Trying to suck it all into my throat and gagging. Finally, Tom pulled me off his cock. I looked up worried I wasn’t pleasing him. I think he sensed my concern and reassured me saying "That feels almost too good sexy boy, and we are just getting started. I’m not ready to let you make me cum yet. Right now I need to more of you. Get up and go over to and stand facing the desk and spread your legs a little. God, that ass is so beautiful. Such a perfect boy butt. Now, bend over and grab the desk. I just want to see what it looks... oh what an amazing hole. You have the most perfect asshole, Chris.” This entire time I was following orders, and apparently I enjoyed my role as my cock was rock hard and throbbing. Yeah, I loved hearing how much he liked me. A super hot man with a huge cock thought I was sexy and had a great ass. Breaking me out of my thoughts, he spoke again, “ Chris, what’s on your mind? Is there something else you want to try now maybe?” I was a little shy, but it felt safe to admit to Tom "That thing you said where you licked a guys butt. Is that... did you want to maybe try that with me?” I've gotta admit, even horny out of my mind, I was blushing. Fortunately Tom was very, very smooth: “You have no idea how bad I want to kiss and lick your boy hole, Chris. Here come over and lie on the bed and pull your knees up. Yeah like that, so I can see that little hole. It’s so pretty. I swear it’s like it’s asking me to play with it and make it feel good. Do you want that Chris, to have me make your boy hole feel good?” Laying on the edge of the bed, my knees pulled up, practically able to feel his breath on my hole, I lost and begged a little for the first time. “Please, Tom, do it. I never wanted to have somebody play with my butt like this before. Please do it. Anything. Your tongue or your fingers even.” His reply was short, “I won’t make you wait. I can see you need it.” And with that he moved in, inhaling the scent of my crack and then slowly teasing my hole. The electric shock of pleasure made me buck. “Oh fuck!” I exclaimed. He was an artist with his mouth and had me squirming and writhing and barely able to breathe. It felt so good. And then when he pushed his tongue and tried to fuck me with it, I just melted completely. “Oh god oh god that feels so good. It feels so fucking good!” I blurted. And then he stopped. His attentions to my ass were a whole new realm of experience, such that I had no idea even existed. I wanted more, most definitely, but was also aware the pleasure Tom was eliciting from my ass took precidence even over my cock. I desperately wanted to experience more of the pleasure he had been giving my young asshole. I needed to feel more. “That hole - damn," Tom remarked, adding "I could eat that asshole every day. Nothing is better than a hot eager boyhole.” I was so happy. He had loved doing it, and apparently wanted to do it every day. I had pleased him. Now he continued, “Look at my cock Chris. Look it’s even harder now. All because of your hole. Your little hole makes me this hard. I really want to try something with you. I think you will really like it. I love it and guys who love having their butts eaten seem to just really LOVE it.” Reaching under the bed, he pulled out a small brown bottle which he offered to me saying "These are called poppers. Have you heard of them?” I just shook my head. He continued explaining "You just sniff it and it’s totally harmless but it just... well I promise you, you will really love it. It will make you even hornier than you are now.” He unscrewed the cap and out the bottle to his nose and held one nostril shut and took a deep breath of the poppers and held it. “See, it’s super safe but.... oh man, fuck yeahhhh,” he moaned as he slowly stroked his giant dick. Handing the bottle to me, Tom provided instructions saying "One more time, one nostril at a time and hold it in. Hold on one sec Chris. I want to watch you take your first sniffs. And I want to just get some of this on me.” He had pulled out some lube and was stroking it onto his cock. He then took a blob and rubbed it onto my hole. I said nothing but definitely noticed that a guy had just put lube on my butt. I wondered if Tom wanted to fuck me. Before I had a chance to think Tom instructed "Okay, Chris, here use that pillow for your neck. Yeah, like that. Now lift those legs up so I can see your hole. Now take two breaths in each nostril just when I tell you to, okay?” I nodded, so horned up and so out of control already with lust. And then he spoke,”Take a nice deep breath and hold it. Okay, again. Now other side deep breath. Hold it. One more time. Hold it.”

PART 3 Now if my heart wasn’t already beating 1000 miles an hour, what Tom just said made it go even faster. Everything I had heard and seen had said 'Always use a condom'. I mean, I knew like in the 70s and stuff guys didn’t, but with AIDS, I didn’t think anyone didn’t use condoms. But I guess some people didn’t, because guys still kept getting infected with HIV. All this went thru my brain in a split second. And the whole time I was staring at Tom and, in particular, his gorgeous cock. It was so hard now. Finally, I responded, “I... I guess I just never thought about that. Everyone says it’s so important to practice safe sex and the guys always had condoms. I didn’t plan on getting fucked even, it just kind of happened.” He continued to slowly tug on his giant cock replying “I guess a lot of people say that. A lot of guys just aren’t satisfied with sex using condoms. It just doesn’t feel right for them. Maybe for some guys condoms are great. But even you said, for you it made it not so great. Probably not horrible, but not as great as you thought if could be? And let me guess, these guys were hot guys probably huh? And you lost control a little and they wanted your hole and so you just gave it to them? Something like that?” His gentle smile suggested he knew what had happened and had been there in the bookstore when I was getting fucked. “Yeah, both times I thought the guys were really hot and I sucked them but they wanted to do more and I wanted to get them off. And so I let them,” I said. I couldn’t believe this conversation and this situation I was in. I would float in and out of losing myself in the moment and snapping back to being a very nervous 18 year old. And then I added, “And yeah, you are right I guess. It was okay, but somehow something was missing or not right. But I don’t know, it was so rushed and stuffy in the booth.” Tom quietly said “Chris, I have all night. I have tons of hot porn to keep on the screen. I think it is great that you felt so open to share with me. I want you to know, look at me, anything you want to try or anything you want to do. I would love to share my experience with you and expose you to everything I have. Right now Chris. What do you want to try first?” I was already sliding to my knees when I blurted “I want to suck it. I want to suck it so badly.” His legs parted open to welcome my wet lips as I greedily took his cock head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, lashing upwards to taste the first of what would be a good steady stream of precum. Intoxicating precum. “Yeah Chris, that’s so good. Feels so good. You suck it just like you wanted to, like you needed to. You look so sexy with your lips wrapped around my cock like that,” Tom whispered. I struggled as I took more and more in mouth and gagged as it hit my throat. I didn’t know exactly what I wanted, but I knew I wanted more. And what was that about licking a guy's hole? That sounded like two might feel really good, I thought to myself as I slurped and sucked and tried to please him with my young mouth. Glancing up at him, I noticed a wide smile on his face. I had a feeling Tom would teach me much that I didn't know. In fact Tom seemed to know everything - at least about sex. Not to mention he was so fucking hot. And his cock, the precum. I was totally losing myself in cock lust.

To me, it is just as important to get in his head as his body. Verbal abuse sets the the tone and and emphasizes anything you do to him physically. Hair pulling is hot; pulling his hair while you choke him is hotter; doing both while whispering in his ear that he is a dirty little faggot that was born to get fucked and take loads is hottest. Tell him how you want him to act. Tell him what youre going to do to him and how he should feel about it. Tell him how good it feels to relegate him to an object simply for you sexual gratification. "Mmmmm you little faggot boy, are you my bitch in heat? You want me to fuck your sissy boy pussy? Show me you want it, slut. Show me how much you want it, bitch. Mmmm, oh yeah, I'm gonna shove my fuck meat in you. Oh, yess...I know it hurts. You gonna cry? My lil bitch is gonna cry cuz I tearing your pussy? STOP YOUR CRYING! Take this dick! I'm gonna fuck you until you cum all over this dick like a real bitch. Fuck yeah, you love it when a huge cock rips you apart, huh? That's right bitch, love my dick! Tell me you love my dick. NOW YELL IT OUT! I WANT THE NEIGHBORS TO KNOW THAT YOU LOVE MY DICK! Now ask me nicely to spank your ass. Beg for it. I don't believe you, say it like to mean it." Vary your tone, cues, and volume. Keep him guessing. Push and pull him in psychologically (like a love-hate thing). Make him verbalize back what you want to hear. It all reinforces in his mind that he's there to serve you. ...just speaking as a psychology minor and total bottom who has been in many dom relationships/settings.

I totally agree with you, so fucking hot ! I've watched a couple of vids of him getting barebacked by sick looking guys, makes this vid even hotter, knowing he's a AIDS faggot... Just shame he's given meds, should be given meth instead...

For me, it depends on who I am fucking. If it is some random or anonymous bloke I am fucking or a bloke that I picked up for the night, I am usually not very interested in his cock. I just want to fuck his ass and leave my load deep inside him. In those cases I would prefer he not get hard and I would not let him touch his cock: I want him to concentrate on my cock fucking his ass and his cock just becomes a distraction. I will let him shoot his load, but not before I shoot my load into his ass. He’s not allowed to cum before me. If I am fucking a bloke that I am dating or a boyfriend (though I am currently single) or someone I care a lot about, I am less bothered if he gets hard but I would prefer he stay soft. I usually take it as a compliment, that I am fucking him right and he is enjoying it and I am giving him pleasure. However, I don’t want him to play with his cock so I always get into fucking positions where he can’t touch himself and as before. I usually won’t let him cum before me – if I can help it! TONY

Make sure you are always clean for him to fuck you Clean his cock after each breeding take any cock he tells you to take make sure that his balls are drained of cum and that it is always inside you, anally or orally. wear what he wants you to wear. Jock, Panties, or nothing.

Part V. It was our first night as go-go boys, but we’d both been doing more fucking than we’d been dancing, well, being bred more than anything. My boy had taken five loads from Dylan, Bobby, and Alex, all of whom were POZ. And I’d taken five from Dylan, Bobby, Alex, and Johnny. We hadn’t asked about Johnny’s cum, since it seemed a moot point now. Johnny handed my boy his leather jockstrap, and me my gold shorts, and smacked us on our rumps. ‘Go get those dollars boy. The only smell I like more than cum is desperation!’ We hopped into our underwear, and went out to work the room. Dylan came up to me, and started introducing me to some of his clients. I lost track of my boy for a bit, but then saw Bobby working the room with him. There must have been over two hundred guys there, and many of them had money in their hands. They stroked my ass as they stuck bills into my waistband, some even playing with my hole. I was shivering a bit from nervousness, and from the chill in the room. Most of these guys were fully clothed, but I was barefoot and nearly naked. Each time a strange man’s hand cupped my ass cheeks or stroked my chest, I shook all over. That clearly turned some of these guys on. I felt so vulnerable, but so sexy. As Dylan kept introducing ‘his new boy’ around to guys, Johnny would talk to whomever we’d just been speaking to. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alex doing the same behind Bobby and my boy. I saw Johnny with a stack of bills in his grubby hands and realized that he was negotiating prices for the rest of our night. I shuddered at how seedy and dangerous this situation had become. This was clearly not standing on a table flirting with guys, with was raw fucking in public with really risky guys. Maybe I was paranoid, but it seemed like the younger hotter guys were interested in handing money to Alex to be with my boy, and the older heavier guys wanted time with me. After twenty minutes or so, Dylan and Bobby took the stage, now in matching silver sequined g-strings, alongside two guys in their late 20s, who seemed to be a little worse for wear. Johnny told me that they had started three years ago, and seemed to be lasting longer than most of his dancers. I couldn’t see my boy or Alex anywhere. Johnny ushered me backstage and shoved me into a private booth. ‘Look,’ he said, ‘I’ve got some customers who have paid good money for a few minutes alone with you. I’ll be right outside if there’s trouble. You just give them what they want, and we won’t have any problems.’ He turned around and pulled a curtain closed. He hadn’t told me how much money I’d be making, or how many guys there were, or what kind of tricks I’d be turning. I didn’t have to wait long before I found out. The first guy, a heavyset trucker, came in with a can of beer in his hand. He guzzled it down, and then unzipped his fly. I knelt before him and he whipped out his dick, soft, and wrinkled. I opened my mouth for him and he shoved his cock in. I started to work my lips up and down the shaft and he grunted, ‘No. I ain’t here to cum…’ I then felt a torrent of acrid piss flowing into my mouth. I knew I would need to swallow or it would spill everywhere. He kept pissing and I kept gulping. He pulled out, shook it a few times, zipped up, and walked out. What the fuck had just happened? I heard Johnny say, ‘NEXT!’ and seconds later, the curtain parted and two business guys came in, both in their 60s, both with round bellies falling over their slacks. They took off each other’s suit jackets and folded them gingerly over the back of the booth. One untied his tie and put it over the other guy’s eyes like a blindfold, and used the other tie to bind his friend’s hands together. ‘Breed him,’ the other guy said to me. I nodded, and jerked my cock to get it hard. No condoms in sight, and I was about to raw fuck this business guy. The guy pulled his friend’s slacks down and then his boxers, spreading his cheeks wide, then spitting into his hole. ‘Fuck him!’ I nodded and slid right in with some difficulty. This guy was pretty dry, surely no lube or seed in his hole. ‘He’s really dry.’ I said. ‘Then lube him up.’ I knelt down to eat this business guy’s ass, and the other dude shook his head no, pointing to my ass. I let him scoop some of the seed leaking out of my hole, and work it into the guy’s butthole. That juice and jizz mixture was enough to slide in easily. I eased my cock into the man and he pushed back on it to meet my thrusts. The other guy kept his clothes on, but I could see his cock was hard, and a wet spot of precum was forming on his slacks. I buried myself in the guy’s ass and let my load go. The guy underneath me kept saying, ‘Oh fuck. Oh fuck…’ over and over again as he pulled up his trousers and rushed out of the booth. The other guy smiled at me as he pulled on his jacket, saying, ‘Thanks for breeding my partner, man.’ He shoved a fifty-dollar bill into my hand and left. I shoved it under the booth cushion as Johnny said, ‘NEXT!’ again. Two guys walked in, maybe in their 40s, and they seemed more nervous than me. The both pulled down their pants and sat down. ‘We want lap dances, and we might want to fuck you a little too…,’ one of the men said. They both looked like college athletes who were still sexy but a little softer than they used to be. They were both hard, so I eased down on the one closest to me, sliding my cummy ass all over his crotch, and then moved onto the next guy. The other guy had been wanking while I teased his friend, and he held his cock straight up. I knew he wanted to get the tip into me. My hole was still pretty stretched-out so it caught his glans easily and I squirmed around on it. I lowered myself down a few inches as the guy started thrusting his hips up and down. I raised up and lowered myself onto his buddy, and the other guy was so turned on that, after a few thrusts, I found myself taking another load from a stranger. ‘Fuck!,” his friend shouted, ‘So hot seeing you take his POZ load!’ I just grinned, not knowing what else to do. I pulled off and lowered onto the other cock that I was there to service. The guy pumped me a few times before breeding me as he shouted, ‘Take that dirty cum!’ I sat on his cock until it softened and plopped out of me. The two guys left, and Johnny popped his head in. He tossed a jockstrap at me, smiled, and told me to follow him. I hopped into the jock, tucking the money under the cushion into the elastic, feeling several fresh loads ooze out of my ass and down my thighs. Conclusion to follow with Part VI... P.S. If you like, please comment. Your comments make me hard and pre-cummy...

Part IV. We arrived at a place called BIG JOHNNY’S. The neon lettering on the roof flashed on and off. We had taken a service road off of the interstate into a seedy area on the edge of town. From the outside, you would know that this was a strip club, but there was nothing gay about it, not the pickup trucks, big rigs, and motorcycles in the parking lot, or from the crowd of rough-looking men streaming in through the front door. Dylan and Bobby took us to a side entrance and led us backstage. Calling this area ‘backstage’ makes it sound much fancier than it was. It’s behind some ratty drapes just behind the stage, sure, but there aren’t any dressing rooms. A few private booths with high backed plastic upholstered seats, and a few lit mirrors, with missing bulbs, and a few pairs of underwear and jockstraps laying around. There’s also a strong scent hanging in the air, something musty like old cum mixed with the unmistakable aroma of poppers. ‘Now what?,’ I asked Bobby. ‘You won’t have to wait long… Johnny must be with a patron, or a dancer.’ He winked at me. A slovenly overweight man lumbered out of one of the booths. He had a three-day stubble all over his face, and his chins, and appeared to be wiping some cum off of his face and into his mouth. ‘Hey boys,’ he said to Bobby and Dylan. He plopped down into a chair and they ran over to him, wrapping their arms around him. Johnny’s hands went immediately to their asses, patting them, and pulling down at the waists of their pants. He hadn’t even noticed me and my boy standing there, in our underwear, with Alex. Bobby pulled his pants off and stuck out his ass for Johnny to munch on as Dylan stripped his clothes off too and fed his boyfriend his cock. I shivered seeing the cum on Johnny’s beard working it’s way all over Bobby’s cheeks, and Johnny fingering globules of seed into his ass. It surprised me how much the contrast of these two really sexy guys getting off with this heavyset pig got me turned on. My cock was hardening and tenting out the front of my little gold pants. I saw my boy’s dick straining against the pouch of his leather jock. Johnny pulled his face out of Bobby’s ass and chuckled. ‘You guys aren’t on the schedule tonight. What gives?’ Just then, he notices me and my boy standing there, next to Alex. He waved at Alex and patted Bobby’s ass letting him know he was done munching. ‘Welcome back, Alex. You outfitted some new boys for me and my patrons?’ Alex grinned and nodded. ‘Hell yeah. They’ve been outfitted, broken in, and pre-lubed. I suggest you give ‘em both a try.’ Johnny looked at us. ‘Hmm… Pretty enough, even though one of you is a bit heavier than most of my patrons like, I think you’ll both find a crowd who is into what you’re selling…’ I knew he meant me, and I blushed. ‘Get over here and let me sample the goods! No one dances on my stage until they’ve danced in my lap and on my cock!’ There was music playing onstage, and I could see flashes of skin through a crack in the curtains, and heard hoots from the crowd, obviously enjoying the performance. Johnny nodded to Dylan and Bobby. ‘Why don’t you two run out onstage and give the guys something to really enjoy…’ The grinned and ran onstage, totally naked. The audience burst into applause and kept doing so for the next few minutes while we ‘auditioned’ for Johnny and Alex backstage… My boy and I sauntered over, with our hard-ons peeking out of our underwear, and twisted, gyrating for the filthy man who stood between us and a few hundred quick bucks. He reached out and ran his fingers over my boy’s sexy muscled chest and ass. He seemed to ignore me a bit as I felt Alex feeling me up from behind. Alex wrapped his fist around my cock, and pulled my shorts off. He spun me around, feeding me his cock, and backing my sore torn-up ass up to Johnny’s mouth. I felt a stubby fat finger pry into me. Johnny chuckled, enjoying the stream of POZ cum now leaking out of me. Not to be outdone, my boy bent over and fingered his own ass. He had two more loads inside him than I did, and pushed out hard, releasing some air bubbles and a stream of seed. Johnny mumbled something, and then lurched forward, slurping at that seed, then back to my ass. ‘These two like competition, I can tell. Let’s see who can get my load?’ He unbuckled a mammoth belt and dropped his jeans, revealing a HUGE uncut cock, shiny with someone else’s ass juice, peeking out from under his round belly. The man really disgusted me, but I was rock-hard. My boy and I knelt down, slathering our tongues around his meaty cock and hairy balls. Our tongues touched a few times, but this was not about us. It was a race to see who would get Johnny’s load. Alex stood me up and turned me around, planting my ass right onto Johnny’s cock. He speared me hard and I groaned as I sand down on it. My boy lunged forward, licking the base of Johnny’s dick as it split me in two. After a few pumps, Johnny raised me off of him and smiled at my boy as he willingly swirled that cock around in his mouth before climbing up onto it himself. He lowered himself down onto that big cock. It was so thick that streams of cum seemed to spurt out as he took inch after inch. I licked up what I could and stood, kissing my boy, now filled with a filthy stranger’s cock, and forced the seed into his mouth. After a few pumps, we switched places, over and over, always facing Alex, who was now beating his own meat. When I pulled off, Alex spun my boy around as I helped Johnny’s cock back into his ass. Alex raised his eyebrows at me and knelt down. I knew he was going to try to fit his own cock into my boy’s hole alongside Johnny’s. He held my eye contact the whole time, as my boy was filled more than he’d even been filled before, with two bare cocks, one of which I knew was POZ. My boy whimpered as Alex entered him. Alex pistoned a few times, as the audience applauded, then pulled out. He offered me a chance to double-stuff my boy. I sunk my cock right in, and there was another roar of applause. I pumped a few times as my boy’s whimpers turned to tears. ‘It’s too much! I can’t take any more!’ I pulled out as Johnny lifted my boy off of his cock. The audience booed at whatever they were watching as Johnny looked at me, ‘Think you can handle it?’ I shrugged, not sure if I was loose enough to take his meaty cock alongside Alex’ or my boy’s, but I knew I wanted to try. I faced Johnny, wrapping my arms around his hairy sweaty shoulders, and bore down on his raw cock, now slippery with our mixed ass juice and several combined loads. The audience roared at whatever was going on onstage. Alex leaned forward, and I grunted as I felt him enter me. Another roar from the crowd. He hammered away as I clenched my eyes and my jaw, trying to relax my hole. Alex pulled out, and my boy slipped in easily alongside Johnny. Another applause from the stage. Alex and my boy kept switching places until my boy bred me deeply, with possibly my first NEG load of the night, and Alex followed suit, adding his POZ cum to the mix. That sent Johnny over the edge and he bred me, holding my shoulders down so I couldn’t pull off even if I had wanted to. The audience roared with approval, as I kissed Johnny’s sweaty face, forcing my tongue into his gaping mouth. Just then, the curtains parted, and I felt spot lights on us, my ass full of degenerate cum and cock. The entire club was full of standing patrons, truckers, leather guys, and men in suits. There were several big screen televisions around the club, and they all had a live camera on us. I realized that they had all been watching me and my boy get double-fucked. Johnny patted my hip, signaling me to stand up. He took my and my boy’s hands and shuffled forward, his jeans and belt around his ankles. He bowed and applauded us as he pulled up his pants. Bobby and Dylan were naked, standing with a group of guys, cheering us on. We bowed and my boy surprised me by spinning me around and making me lean over the chair. He licked the cum out of my ass and assumed the position for me to return the favor. With both of our mouths full of seed, we kissed, passing those loads back and forth as the crowd lost their minds. Dollars were being thrust up from hands all around the room. Alex patted me on the ass and ushered me forward. ‘Now comes the fun part. Clearly, you passed the audition. Now take those dudes’ money and see if anyone wants a private dance…’ To be continued...

Late night at work. I was really horny, and kept checking adam4adam to see if there was anyone there to give me some relief. There's a lot of crap there, but every time I looked at the pics of those hot guys -- those really muscled guys with big, hard dicks with big mushroom heads -- I only got hornier. At around 6 pm, I got a message from this guy I had messaged before but who didn't respond that time, so I figured he wasn't interested. This time was different. Our exchange was remarkably short. He asked me what I was into. I said that I liked most things, but I loved to get fucked. Cool, he said, and asked me where I would like him to cum. I looked at his picture again and said, You can dump your cum wherever you want -- on my back, in my face, or in my ass. It turned out that he lived only ten minutes away from where I worked. I could walk there, get fucked, and come back to work with cum dripping out of my ass in thirty minutes. My stomach was clenching -- I wasn't a virgin by any stretch of the imagination. It was that this was what I wanted so bad. I wanted to be fucked and bred by a hot stranger. I knew I would panic after the fact. But I wanted cum in my hole. I wanted a stranger's cock moving in his cum in my hole. For once, the pictures and the man matched. I was inside for less than a minute before he was kissing me hard, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth, fucking my mouth, fucking my heart, my insides. We went to his bedroom. I quickly took off my clothes and he did his. It was dark -- I groped his cock and felt my butt clench. His cock was hard, cut, perfect. I could feel the bulbous head hot in my hand. It was just as long as he advertised. I knelt down, of course, and took it in my mouth, swallowed it as far as I could and feeling it choke me. He moaned. Then we got on the bed. He was playing bareback porn on the computer. The groans and "Harder! Harder!" and "Stick that in, yeaah" were a surreal, almost eerie soundtrack. I was already on my back and my legs were spread. "Yeah," my man muttered, "yeah," again, as he spread lube over my cock, my ass, his cock. Then he took out poppers, and offered me some. I sniffed them eagerly. The first entrance was painful, and I cried out and twisted off his cock. He offered me more poppers and put more lube on his cock. My ass was still stinging, but I was hornier than ever. My hole needed cock, needed cum. I felt his stiff cock slipping around my hole, jabbing too high, too low. I tried using one hand to guide it in. It didn't work. I was desperate -- I used both my hands around his big, cut cock and tried to work it into my hole. "Yeah," he moaned; he must've thought I was a total cock whore, and at that point, I was. He pushed it and I could feel it tunneling deeper, deeper into my center, the place that isn't content unless a man's cock is pummeling it. We fucked missionary for a while, him humping me until he got so worked up that he lifted my hips and rabbit-fucked me from below. I whimpered like a slut. Then he pulled out and turned me over. "Yeah," he muttered as I pulled my ass apart and worked my hole on his cockhead, worked it down until he was all the way in. "Want this load?" he asked. "Yeah," I said and humped back. That was all he needed to hear. He began to hump deeper and deeper, pushing me harder into the bed. And then I felt it: pulse after pulse of warmth, filling the slick space between his cock and my rectum, coating my insides with his naked sperm. He relaxed on top of me, humping slowly, before pulling out. Later that night, I couldn't help sending him a message on adam4adam asking if he was sure he was neg. "Yep; you?" he replied. But before I could respond, his user name became deleted. It seemed a strange move. It seems, maybe, that he was hiding something, something that's still leaking out of my cummy hole as I type.