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5. The journey continues “I think it’s time we showered and went to bed don’t you? I’ll call mum and tell her we ran into you and you have come to stay over for a catch-up, OK?” Ben informs me. “Yes please bro, I’d love that.” We group showered and the hot soapy water washed my cares away as both Ben and Olly soaped me up paying particular attention to my cock, balls and gently played with my battered ass crack. Refreshed and reinvigorated we lept on to the bed in a heap, kissing and caressing as I extended my gay sex education from my brother and his partner and eager to learn more secrets spots as well as have more of his special cum from Ben doing what I always wanted him to give me. I felt a small pressure on my head, feeling his hand guide my head towards his straining cock and balls. Well, time to properly try this out...something I had dreamed about since I stole his used cum-rag T Shirt. I open my mouth to properly suck off my brother and feel the spongy texture of his dick-head as I ran my tongue over and around it, savouring the deep smell of pure Ben as I inhale... I was in heaven, hell, and everywhere in between. "Wow...no teaching required in giving head" Ben's face had a mix of pleasure and happiness to it, enjoying the playful humour mixed in with my spirited exploration of every part of his magnificent cock. I tried to mimic what I had seen in gay porn videos, but damn...his big fat cock seemed bigger than it did in the toilets but I must have been doing something right by the way Ben moaned to himself, the way he grabbed and played with his nipples, his knees mixing between being steady waving open and closed and trying to buck under the pressure of pleasure. What I lack in skill, I guess, I make up for in vigour. And vigorous I was. I doubled my effort to move on to his big bull sized balls to lick, kiss, suck and taste every inch of this dangling sack this delicious taboo and depravity. It was Ben and it was perfect. So hot to the touch, I could almost feel his balls move with me in tandem to every lick. I sucked each of them in, savouring them and I could tell it was driving Ben crazy. Apparently I was a natural at playing with balls... "Damn fucking damn... I'm already close..." Ben whispered to me, I guess I was good... Or perhaps the emotions of playing with his brother that got the better of him. “Me too” piped up Olly, who I had all but forgotten about as my life long fantasy played out in real time, a quick glance confirmed he was jerking off watching us two brothers enjoy one another. "What do you want me to do?" I asked looking up lovingly at Ben "Just... " His eyes were shut tight, riding each wave of ecstasy in his mind. It was so hot... I went back to bobbing my head on his rock-hard dick. I could taste a mix of my own saliva and his delicious precum and I just fell into a comfortable rhythm. My head and tongue moved in tandem with his thrusts, and I could see his body stiffen. I'm..." And with that feeble whimper of warning, Ben climaxed, grabbing my head tight feeding me every drop of cum he could muster. And what cum it was. I could feel my mouth filling up, gush after gush, till I was forced to stop savouring and start swallowing. But the taste. Different from his precum, but still perfect... It was so hot, slightly sweet mixed with a bitter aftertaste but in a sophisticated, fancy restaurant type of way. "Fuck... fucking fuck... Damn..." Ben's knees buckled but thankfully he never toppled over. He leaned back and rested against the bedhead, catching his breath, his body flush red. He wiped his sweaty brown hair out of his eyes, his breathing slowing, coming down from the rush. "Well... I'm... impressed bro. You aren't half bad... Not bad at all." Ben laughed lightly patting the top of my head. "Oh! Wow, fucking wow, that was soooooooooooo HOT... damn! Look at me." I opened my eyes and looked across at Olly as he smiled devilishly as jet after jet of poisonous jizz painted my face and hair, thick gobs of HIV laden cum dripped down from my hair, stinging in my eyes, I scooped as much as I could in my right hand and slurped on the bitter tasting spunk as I made sure to clean up every drop. “Fuck that was awesome bro, but no more wasted cum going down your throat or over that pretty face…we gotta share you with Dan, Rich, Mark and a few other friends to make sure it only goes in your hole so you convert and join our own special brotherhood. After ordering in a takeaway we all clambered into bed and following my sexploits I quickly went to sleep tightly snuggled up between Ben & Olly as they text or spoke to their pals. During the night I dreamt in full technicolor of every detail of the day’s events partially thrusting back as it felt for real like I was being fucked once more…in fact I caught myself moaning out loud and was afraid I would wake the boys. When I came to, I realized I wasn’t dreaming, it was Ben spooned up behind me, nuzzled into my neck and whispered, “I’m so glad you’re here, I couldn’t help myself, I just had to claim your hole as mine.” “He’s mine after you’ve finished you dirty dog, remember we share everything!” said a wide-awake Olly and with that Ben groaned as he filled my boycunt with his special brew. Olly threw back the duvet and presented me with his huge dick which was very thick and, in the half-light, looked dark and menacing with protruding veins that gave it a gnarled appearance. “Jeez I glad I’m lubed up with Ben’s load coz’ I think my hole is about to get its biggest challenge yet!” “On your back boy.” Olly authority demanded and as I rolled on to my back Olly knelt before me and pushed my legs apart. “Push some of that thick Poz spunk out” he instructed and as I did so a torrent of cum flowed out on his hand which he them smeared over his cock and pushed the rest of Ben’s jizz back in. Olly placed his dick-head at my hole and pushed the puckered skin open and continued pushing, inching his ever-thickening shaft in further pushing my internal flesh aside as his cock slid in gliding on Ben’s DNA. I let out a blissful groan as I felt Olly bottom out with his hot heavy balls resting on my taint. Now he was all the way in he lifted my legs up over his shoulders and leant forwards and began easing in and out. “Fuck me Ben, this is one fine pussy your brother has here.” As Ben switched on the bedside light to fully watch his partner have his way with me. I whimpered not in delight but in pain as not only Olly’s pace changed but the direction varied too further stretching and tearing at my internal skin as the hammering assault continued. I didn’t know what was happening next as Olly got Ben to move over and see his cock sawing in and out of my ass but he suddenly had a look of total satisfaction on his face as he intensively stared straight in to my eyes. Then punching in hard between each word, then says, “you’re torn up and bleeding-which-should-guarantee-your conversion-our-boy” and simultaneously upon hearing this my cock exploded in jets of negative cum that splattered up my stomach, neck and face. As my climax fired off my sphincter twitched and gripped hard around Olly’s monster dick which set off a train reaction; first his breathing becoming ragged, then his body shuddered as he then punched in soooo deep, roared as his virulent load flooded my intestines. He slumped over me and tenderly kissed me, a loving kiss as he gently pumped his still hard cock in my battered hole, “Welcome to the club kid.”

Part 23 The jockstrap party was just as the name implied; the guests had to wear a jockstrap for entry. While some members would wear leather or latex jocks, the majority would wear cloth. The cloth variety made it much more erotic for the Tops as the bottoms sucked their cocks through the fabric. It was especially hot when the jocks were well used and sweaty. Nick’s decision was to set Rob up bent over a bench with his head and arms in stocks. His legs were restrained and kept spread with a spreader bar. That way both holes could be used. To further emphasize that he was just a cum dump for any cock, Rob was also blindfolded. As Nick put the blindfold on he instructed Rob,” You are to focus your energy solely on serving cock with your mouth, throat and ass.” Rob felt the tourniquet on his arm and then the now familiar prick. As he began to fly, his first cock of the night was pressed against his lips. He had no idea who the cock belonged to, but obediently opened his mouth and began to service it. It was actually Nick that was face fucking Rob. He wanted to test Rob’s compliance with the instructions he had just been given before the guests began to arrive in large numbers. He didn’t say a word as Rob greedily sucked his cock. Nick noted that Rob had come a long way in the past few days with his oral skills. Rob’s gag reflex was diminishing and he was being more aggressive with the use of his tongue and throat muscles. Nick smiled to himself because he knew Rob’s psyche was breaking. Tanner had just finished strapping Red to a fuck bench when Nick caught his attention. Nick motioned Tanner over and held his finger up to his lips to indicate for him not to talk. Nick then pointed at Rob’s ass and nodded. Tanner understood the message. He loved the feel of Rob’s muscle ass so his cock immediately hardened and he drove it into Rob’s ass. Tanner wondered if Rob recognized the feel of his cock. After all he had just fucked him a few hours ago. Then again, Rob had been fucked by a lot of different cocks the last few days so in his drug clouded brain he probably wasn’t able to match a cock with a face or name. Nick and Tanner spit roasted Rob for a few more minutes and then Nick pulled out and motioned for Tanner to do the same. They stood there for another minute before they heard Rob moan and utter the words “Someone please fill my holes, I’m so horny.” They had some more work to do; the doors to the party would open in about 10 minutes and they still had to turn on all the video screens and program the final bottom line-up and locations into the feedback tablets. When they were out of earshot of Rob, Nick asked Tanner how Rob’s bottoming skills were progressing. Tanner smiled and said “ He is starting to push back, clench his ass and milk the cock in his ass, so I think mentally his role as a bottom is starting to sink in.” “Great,” said Nick, “He’ll be good and ready then for the next stage by the time that PReP works its way out of his system.” “He’s going to make us a lot of money.” The doors to the party opened and the early arrivals rushed to the available bottoms. Rob felt a crusty jock strap rubbing his face and immediately went to work. The dried cum on the jock flaked off as Rob chewed and sucked. The cum flakes dissolved as they mixed with his saliva. Rob recognized the taste and its recognition caused him to drool more. He could feel the cock hardening within the jock and soon the head was poking over the top of the strap. After Rob swirled his tongue around the head, the Top could wait no longer and pulled his jock down and fed Rod the entire length. Meanwhile another Top had stepped up and was fingering Rob’s ass. Rob started grinding his ass against the fingers and was rewarded as they were replaced by a thick cock. Having a cock pumping both his holes was satisfying his craving somewhat, but he guys’ were pumping too slow for him; his hormones were wanting more. Rob struggled with how to communicate that to the Tops. His mouth was stuffed so he couldn’t talk; his hands were in the stocks so he couldn’t grab the guy in front to pull him in farther. He had limited movement of his hips so couldn’t push back too much. Through his haze of desire an idea finally came to him. He rapidly flicked his tongue around the cock in his mouth while simultaneously suctioning it like a vacuum. It worked; the Top started fucking faster and deeper. At his backend he started squeezing and releasing his ass muscles around the cock in rapid succession. That technique got the Top plowing his ass to also increase the depth and speed of his strokes. Rob started to feel more relief to his yearning. Both Tops were about to feel relief as well as the sensations on their cocks were driving them over the edge. Both Tops shot their loads simultaneously inside Rob’s wet holes. The next Top at Rob’s face didn’t even bother with the rubbing of his jock covered cock in Rob’s face. He had heard the moans of pleasure from the previous Top and wanted to get right down to action so he drove his cock balls deep into the awaiting mouth. However, in keeping with the jock theme of the evening, he had removed his jock and held it over Rob’s nose while he skull fucked him. “Breathe in my funk you filthy pig,” he growled as he fucked Rob’s throat harder. The smell of man sweat was becoming just another one of those scents that triggered Rob’s pleasure centers. Especially when it was in conjunction with a hard cock in his mouth or his ass. It was even better if there was a cock in both holes. That soon became a reality when another Top stepped up to use his ass and add his batter to the mix. Rob sucked one Top after another for several hours. He also collected multiple loads up his ass during that time. He was filled with enough cum that he was finding it difficult to keep it inside. No matter how hard he clenched his ass some cum inevitably leaked out each time he was fucked. There was a pause in the fucking as some sort of contest was taking place. From what Rob could ascertain it was a jock strap contest and the winner got to pick one of the bottoms to fuck on stage. He heard a winner announced and was anticipating he would be released and moved to the stage to be fucked. Even though he was still fighting the idea that he was a bottom, he was sure in his head that everyone wanted him regardless of his sexual position. He really expected that he would soon be moved to the stage and fucked. However nobody came to get him and he was not brought to the stage. Soon he heard the crowd chanting as the fuck show with some other bottom started. He actually felt a little dejected. Even though he couldn’t see who the contest winner had picked, he was sure that he was hotter than whoever that bottom was. Rob then felt the presence of someone next to him and heard him say, “Hey loser, how does it feel to be the only cum dump not being fucked right now,” “That’s right, every other bottom in the place has a cock in one or both of their fuck holes right now.” “You’re a worthless loser.” A dirty jock was then shoved into Rob’s mouth and a thick cock began pounding his ass. The whole time he was being fucked, the Top emphasized to Rob what a worthless cum dump he was. When the Top seeded Rob’s ass he just walked away and left Rob with the jock still in his mouth and cum leaking out of his ass. That was Rob’s last fuck of the night. The blindfold was removed and he was led back to his office. The remaining party goers just ignored him as he was led through the crowd. He saw there were men of all types in attendance that night, but since nobody would even return a glance with him, he was completely clueless as to which if any of them had fucked him. He was still feeling the effects of the drugs and wanted more cock, but instead he was being ignored. As he settled back into his cage the feeling of rejection set in and he just curled himself into a ball and tried to sleep.

6. thanks for the love over this story guys, much appreciated We eventually woke late and Ben announced that as it was Saturday and no college work for me today as better time would be spent at the Sauna Club socializing with Dan, Rich, Mark and a few others of their friends. “Yeah your brother is going to be a magnet for what you usually like most” Olly said before laughingly adding, “plenty of group action” “Fresh meat, no loads refused always draws out the best of humanity with gifts to share with a newbie.” Responded Ben already rubbing his crotch. “Bro, you’d better just have an energy shake for breakfast and then we’ll teach you how to clean out the lovely hole of yours in readiness for a mid-day work out.” For me mid-day couldn’t come soon enough but it was well into the afternoon by the time Ben & Olly lead me into the Sauna Club, paid our entrance fees then off to the locker room to strip down to towels which my brother and partner tucked in around their waist but I was told to just drape mine over my shoulder. “No point hiding the goods on offer is there?” They led me upstairs to the large viewing room full of guys whose lustful eyes coveted me as I passed by with wolf whistles and groping of my ass. On we walked to an area beyond where five cubicles, each with a scuzzy stained mattress was on the floor with just a curtain for privacy. Ben ushered us in one and left the curtain open and then he and Olly removed their well tented towels and pull me into an intense round of kissing and after several minutes of tongue jousting my brother pushed me down on my back.. “You ready for this? You don’t have to if you don’t want to you know? Ben says, “I already have yours and Olly’s Poz cum in me, so yeah, I’m good with this!” and by the time Ben had worked up to three fingers buried deep in me hole we had an audience of several pairs of eyes hungrily looking on, hard cocks in hand jerking off. I had to laugh as I imagined I was circled by sex-starved wolves ready to pounce and consume me, whatever, the though was enough to make my cock swell and drool a constant flow of precum over my groin. Once Ben and Olly had donated more of their Poz cum up my chute Olly said loud enough for all to hear, “Off to the Sling Room for you to complete your afternoon/evening of NO LOADS REFUSED action” “I’ve heard about them but never been in a sling.” I managed to splutter upon seeing the contraption spot lit in the darkened room. “Hop in, lie back and make yourself comfortable.” “Woa the leather’s cold” “Don’t worry it’ll soon warm up, now let me tie your wrists and ankles to the chains…don’t want you escaping little bro! There how does it feel?” I had just one word, “Fantastic!” “There you go guys…he’s all yours” as he addresses a growing throng gathered around. “Ah Dan trust you to be first….” I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw a smiling Dan move towards me as all I could focus on was his tattoo of an elephant’s head inked all over his crotch with, yes, you’ve guessed it, his long cock for its trunk! He flashed a killer smile that caught my attention and then I saw his sparkling eyes and yet despite the comedy tattoo me and my cock felt an instant attraction. Fuck I wanted this man. I wanted him just as I lusted after my brother all these years. Our eyes remained locked on one another as Dan took up station at my exposed and quivering ass, “Do you like elephants Liam?” he asked all innocently. “Sure” I tell him “D’ya know how they wash themselves?” to which other guys burst out laughing… “Yeah they suck up water in their trunk and spray it over their bodies.” “Well done Liam, look just like this.” As he pulled his long foreskin back revealing a shiny Prince Albert, something I’d heard about but never actually seen before. I was mesmerized and didn’t at first realise as he let rip a torrent of piss all over me and simultaneously others standing close by joined in the golden shower. I had never indulged in piss-play before but I was surprised at how turned on I was, or was it just because it was Dan? When Dan’s PA’d elephant trunk piss stream eventually stopped he lined his dick with my hole and pushed in balls deep…and if it hadn’t been for the previous loads it would have been painful but now I just felt full. My eyes locked on to Dan’s as I felt the electricity flow between us as I enjoy his full attention…it didn’t go unnoticed by my brother who stroked my face and said, “You’re doing great, we’ll make a great cumslut out of you yet. I can tell Dan likes you and I think you like him too, am I right?” I nodded, unable to speak as Dan’s bulbous dick head and PA continuously rubbed over my prostate…I let out a satisfied “Aaaaahhhh” just as a rock-hard cock was pushed in my mouth. I guess Dan felt it too as still staring deep into my eyes he starts licking my feet and sucking my toes, “Ummmm, sweaty teen feet, I just love your smell” as he runs his nose all over the soles of my feet and under my toes making the hairs on the back of my neck raise and me uncontrollably squirm. “Ohhhhh Myyyyy Godddd…Dan, please … Arrr fuck…! Please, please… please breed me” The stimulation or feet licking is too much, my hole clamping tight around his cock in spasms; I know the signs so well now my cum fires out high in the air and then splatters down all over me in hot jets of cummy rain. “Oh yeah bro…., you get shot of all that neg seed.” Ben encourages me, “Now get ready for Dan’s Poz cum, tell him you want it, you want him to knock you up” This is all new to me and I cannot articulate properly any dirty talk other than. “Yeeeessssss”, is my response, my whole body now shaking in anticipation! “Yes, what?” asks Dan “I want you to Poz me” Well, I’m not going to refuse you, am I? “You sure you’re ready for this, coz’ there’s no going back now?” “Sure, oh God. Yes! Come on, don’t play games with me, fill me up with your POZ jizz!" is my breathy reply. Dan goes from slowly and deliberately pushing my ass ring open with each inward thrust and pulling it out on each outward stroke to now hammering in hard and fast in my slick passage. His eyes bug wide and sweat glistening over his body giving him a luminance God like appearance and at this pace his PA feels unworldly and fantastic in my hole. “I know I’m not going to last long, oh yeah…oh yeah”…he says over and over again He jabs harder and faster, says “I’m almost there” as all of his efforts are solely on giving me what I want and what I need. Dan’s toxic delivery. "Please breed me. I want your toxic cum." He rams home HARD smashes my prostate to fire off rope after rope of thick highly toxic baby makers in my guts as in the same instant my balls pull up and yet more useless cum squirts out. “Welcum to the club…my Bug Brother!” then leans forwards for our first incestuous kiss. No sooner had Dan pulled out of my hole it wasn’t left vacant for long as my brother, Olly and Dan made sure I was anally and orally fucked as all the guys kept revolving around taking turns. This was all new with hands continually playing with my cock, balls, nipples and stroking every other part of my body. One by one they all unloaded their Poz cum in or over me until there was just the four of us. Olly held me then said, “I think Dan is infatuated by you, look…” as Dan moved round to my battered and puffy hole, but instead of pushing in he rest his steel like cock on my aching balls and lovingly licked and sucked on my toes again before pushing his “trunk” in tenderly a few times, watched me adoringly, then pulled out his pink foamy spunk covered cock to offer me the dripping spume to my open and willing mouth. “There you go Bug Brother taste the essence of us, Poz, proud and family all connected by Ben’s strain.” As I slurped and spotlessly cleaned his dick the other three all cheered and as I pulled off and looked back up at him. "Ummmm, delicious..." “Do you want to come home with us or go with Dan to rest and recuperate bro? “Err…..” I knew I really wanted both options and then it hit me, “Why can’t we all go home together?”

A Weekend Away. I’m Greg, and I’ve been together with my boyfriend Aiden for almost five years now. I was his second serious relationship. When he was at college he had a relationship with a guy named Brandon but it did not work out for a number of reasons. Perhaps one of the major ones was that Aiden is a total bottom, and Brandon wanted to get fucked too from time to time. Aiden is a very jealous guy and insists on absolute monogamy, but Brandon wanted more variety in his life, variety which included getting fucked by other guys. After they broke up they remained good friends and still keep in touch. In some ways, Aiden and I have a similar problem to what Brandon and he did. Basically we are both bottoms and sex ends up being blowjobs and cuddling, with the odd attempt at fucking being a disaster. Aiden insists on using condoms and I cannot get hard wearing one. My sex life generally consists of jerking off to internet porn when Aiden is not around. I was scheduled to spend a week at a conference in the same city as Brandon and his husband Ben, and was surprised when Aiden told me that he had contacted Brandon that I would be visiting and suggested that we meet up. I had never met the guys, but had talked with them on the phone. We had all become friends on Facebook and they had lots of pictures of themselves and their friends. They were two hot hunks! I wondered if Brandon and Ben had the sort of “open” relationship that Brandon had insisted on and that Aiden couldn’t stomach. I had no plans to find out but I must admit that I was curious. It had been a long time since I had been properly fucked! After some to-and-froing of emails and text messages, I arranged to meet them at the hotel I was stating at, and they would take me out for a drink at a local gay bar or two. I was waiting in front of the lobby at the designated time when I saw a their car pull up. They got out to greet me and I didn’t want to believe what I saw even though I recognized them from photographs. Both Brandon and Ben were hotter than fuck with tight t-shirts and pants that showed of their bulging crotches and asses. I had tried to look as good as I could and was wearing tight faded blue jeans showing off my massive bulge and a tight white t-shirt. One look at them and my mouth started to go dry, and I immediately started fantasizing about being fucked by them. I didn’t want to cheat on Aiden, but I really needed to be fucked so badly. I think they noticed that I couldn’t stop staring at their crotches. Ben hopped into the back seat and I sat beside Grant in the front. Brandon started describing the various local bars but I just grinned at him. "I've had a long day. You said you guys live close by and I'd like to see your place and get to know you better in a quiet environment. If you have something alcoholic to drink why don't we just go to your place." Just looking at those two sexy guys was starting to make me hard. I am not sure what I was thinking of, certainly I had no plans of cheating on Aiden but they were SO sexy. The more we talked about this and that the harder I got. We got to their place and as we walked from the car to the front door making small talk I could not help but notice what nice butts they had in their tight pants. Brandon’s tight khakis clearly showed the lines of the jock that he was wearing, and Ben’s jeans fitted in a way that emphasized his bubble butt and the cleft between. I’m not really a top but I would have to say both of them were fuckable! It was so long since Aiden and I had had any sort of sex that I was as horny as hell, enough to turn top for the night. Fuck! What was I thinking! Cheating! Nope. I had broached the subject of opening our relationship to Aiden several time and every time it ended in tears and shouting. I loved Aiden too much to fuck up our relationship, even though I ended up spending way too much time jerking off to porn. Always bareback porn as that is hotter and it since it was all a fantasy to me, it may as well be risky. Brandon and Ben were not making things any easier! Brandon whispered something in Ben’s ear and Ben put his hand down the back of Brandon’s jeans. It almost looked like he was fingering his hole, making me jealous of their obvious displays of affection. Brandon opened the door and we all entered. Brandon waved us towards the couch. “Why don’t you guys get comfortable on the couch while I get us each a beer? We have all sorts? Any preference?” I responded “An IPA if you have one”. “Sure, we had a few in the fridge.” Was his response as he left the room. I looked around the room. Nicely decorated in a clean modern style, but I could not help noticing the porn DVDs lying around on the coffee table where no-one could miss them: “Bareback Blond Boyfriends”, “Raw Cheating Lovers” and a few others including “Raw Load Takers.” One night when Aiden was at a work function I had found a copy of “Raw Load Takers” online and I knew its plot line. Guys hanging out in parks and men’s rooms getting fucked bare by anonymous strangers. An interesting choice of videos for a married couple. There was also a small bowl with condoms and a bottle of lube on a side table, which I thought a rather odd thing to leave in a living except if they regularly hooked up with other guys. The condoms were a contrast to the DVDs though. Brandon returned with the beers and gave me one. “Go slow, they are strong. They’re 8% alcohol. You’ve had a long day. We wouldn’t want you to get out of control.” I felt a twinge of excitement at the suggestion that I might “get out of control” and I said something to change the subject. “Wow. Bareback porn. Aiden won’t let me buy any, as he says you shouldn’t reward them for promoting unsafe sex.” Brandon just smiled. “Well, if you like we can watch one. I know you want to watch one.” I was conflicted. Forbidden fruit was calling. “But only if you want to. We won’t try anything. We're married.” Brandon was standing directly in front of me with his bulging crotch at eye level. I looked straight at him. “No, of course not.” I paused, then continued “You choose a good one, one that you like.” He slipped “Raw Cheating Lovers” into the DVD player. His choice of title made me wonder if he was planning anything. Whatever my mind was trying to tell me my body had other ideas and glancing down I saw an obvious shiny circle of pre-cum leaking through my jeans. I covered it with my left hand so that they would not notice. We made small talk and sipped our beers for a few minutes as the movie developed. At about the point when the first cheating boyfriend snuck out of the house to hook up with a trick he met on Grindr, Brandon spoke quite casually, as if it was a coincidence. “You know of course, that Aiden and I broke up about the whole question of monogamy. I wanted some variety, and he couldn’t deal with it. He has phoned me more than once to cry on my shoulder about fights that you guys have had about the issue. Did you ever sort it out?” I did not know what to say, and it was hard to hide the raging erection in my jeans. “Uh, it sort of blew over. We don’t talk about it, but I haven’t had sex with anyone else.” Brandon just smiled and made sure I saw as he re-arranged his massive bulge in his jeans to make it more comfortable. We sat in silence for a moment or two watching the move and when the first trick shot his load into the first cheating lover I had to admit to them how hot the movie was. “Fuck, I don’t know when last I watched bareback porn on a screen bigger than my cellphone. It’s hot!” Brandon laughed. “Yeah, like cocks, the bigger the better.” The action on the screen was had gotten me stimulated, as the bulge in my pants now stretched out in a fat straight line almost as far as my jean pocket and I had also had to make some adjustments for comfort. I had been stealing glances at Ben and Brandon’s crotches all the way through the conversation, and now all three of us were rock hard. This was starting to get awkward, although I have to admit that I was totally turned on by what was happening. I asked them the question that had been brewing all evening: “You guys are obviously really into bareback porn. Maybe even as much as I am. Do you bareback each other? Aiden and I still use condoms even though we have never slept with anyone outside of our relationship. At least, I know I haven’t.” Ben answered. “Yes, we got tested after we got married. Only with each other. We don’t fuck around.” I wondered if that was true, considering that both of them seemed to be getting turned on by me with my obviously swollen package watching porn with them and the convenient supply of condoms and lube. As the screen showed the bottom’s wrecked ass leaking cum from an internal cum shot I realized that I wanted to be fucked and take a load or two more than anything. “So which of you guys is a top? Aiden and I are both bottoms, which sucks.” I didn’t mean to say it in a way that implied that I wanted to be fucked by them, but it came out that way. Ben and Brandon were obviously thinking along the same lines as they both answered. “Both of us.” Great! "So who bottoms?" "Both of Us. We're versatile." I looked at the rock hard bulge in Brandon’s thin khaki pants. "So you guys bareback. Does it really feel so much better than with condoms?" This line of discussion was obviously turning Brandon on as he started leaking pre-cum and creating a slick patch around his cock head. "Fuck Yeah", He responded. "The only thing that feels better than pumping your load into a juicy ass is having someone fill your gut with his sperm." By now his cock was drooling so much that the patch was about the size of a quarter and very obvious and I could barely take my eyes off it. I also pre-cum a lot and if anything, the wet patch on my jeans was bigger than his! Brandon looked straight at me and said. "By the looks of things the movie and the conversation have got you quite stimulated." For a fraction of a second I panicked about what I knew was about to happen as I realized what it was that I wanted so badly and that Brandon and Ben were more than willing to give it to me. Brandon continued. “Based on what you're packing in your jeans you should try to top more. There's lots of guys that would love to have that up their ass.” I didn’t respond to that but asked. "I want to see you guys fuck bareback. I've never seen it live and up close before. I’ll just watch you guys and jerk off. Brandon chuckled. “When you see how hot it is, you’ll want to be fucked!” Inkew it to be true, but I wasn’t ready for bareback yet. “Then you can fuck me with a condom. I've never cheated on Aiden before, but we'll be safe and he'll never know.” Ben needed no encouragement and started stripping down to his black and red jock briefs. His ass looked really hot framed by the cutout at the back. Brandon undressed a little more slowly, putting on a show for me. I made no moves to undress but was rubbing my cock through my pants. Brandon went straight for Ben’s ass and started eating it out and getting it nice and wet ready for fucking. I had now unzipped my pants and was working my dick with my hand and it was now drooling copious amounts of pre-cum. Ben bent over forward and exposed his hole and I could see it was well used. I found it a surprising turn on, something I did not expect. Brandon spat on his hand and slicked up his cock and then spat again into Ben’s hole and slid his bare cock all the way in. I guess he didn’t need lube. By now I had stripped off all my clothes and was naked on the couch with my ass over the edge jerking my meat while I watched Brandon fuck Ben inches away from me. The sight of his fat raw dick sliding in and out of Ben’s hole was an incredible turn-on, coupled with the juicy and wet sounds of the fucking. The more they fucked, the slicker Brandon’s cock became as if Ben was pre-lubed. I thought for a moment that perhaps Ben already had a load up his ass and I almost came at the thought. Brandon whispered something in Ben's ear and Ben turned around and started kissing me on the mouth while Brandon pulled out of his ass. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Brandon grab a condom from the side table, tear open the packet and roll it over his dick I heard the pop of the cap on the bottle of lube and I heard the slick sounds of lube being applied over the condom. Then he went down between my legs where I could not see him, as Ben was deep tonguing my mouth. I felt him slather my hole with lube. Brandon moved forward and I felt his cock head pressing against my hole. It felt different some how to when Aiden fucked me. Brandon is uncut, and Aiden is cut, but that shouldn’t really make a difference with a condom. Of course, the only thing that had been up may ass in the last few months was one of my selection of dildos. After seeing the size of Brandon’s rock hard dick, I was glad that I had spent the last afternoon at home with the largest one up my chute! Brandon started slowly probing my anus with his dick and I relaxed and felt a brief moment of pain as the fat dick head started spreading my anal sphincter and forcing its way in. The sensation of Brandon’s fat cock sliding up my anal passage stretching out the walls to the maximum and then up to and past the inner sphincter was intense, and made me realize how much I missed it in Aiden and my relatively sexless relationship. “Oh fuck, that feels so good. Damn!” I uttered as he bottomed in my colon and I felt his crotch slam against my butt cheeks. Both of them chuckled before Brandon spoke. “You like my dick filling your hole huh?” He was not joking. His massive dick was the best thing I had felt in years, and I don’t think I had ever had a dick that felt that good before. My brief pangs of guilt were rapidly banished by the growing lust in my crotch. He slowly started fucking me with long strokes and I wished I could see his dick sliding in and out but now Ben had gone down on me sucking my dick and his head was in the way. “Fuck yeah, it feels different than when Aiden fucks me. Better. Thicker.” Brandon grinned at me as if he knew something I didn’t. “Maybe it’s because he is really a bottom and doesn’t know how to fuck?” He chuckled and picked up the pace. My dick was starting to leak profusely and moved my hand to start jerking off, but Ben grabbed it and held it away. “No, not yet. Later.” Brandon was fucking me hard and fast while Ben had left my crotch and was deep kissing me again and it did not take more than thirty seconds or so before he started cumming. I then realized why it felt different: I felt seven or eight massive squirts of scalding hot cum against the walls of my bowels for the first time. "Oh fuck. FUCK. Yeah FUCK!" was all I could say. Ben had now conveniently moved out of the way so that I could see Brandon’s cock in my ass. As he slowly pulled out it was obvious that the condom had burst and that his fat cockhead was glistening with his cum. I had suspected something was different when I felt Brandon’s cock slide up my chute, and knew it was bare when I felt cum in my ass but it was still somewhat of a shock as I observed the damage and understood that I had taken a load for the first time. The shock quickly turned to lust. “I guess that’s why it felt so good, it was bareback.” “Yeah,” Brandon responded. “Feels good doesn’t it? Maybe you’d be a top more often if you were not dealing with tight numbing latex on your cock.” My rock hard dick was still drooling pre-cum into the puddle that was forming on my belly. I was obviously not turned off by the idea. Brandon grinned at me. “I’m the only one of us who hasn’t been fucked yet, but also the only one who has cum, so why don’t you try and fuck me? Bareback, of course. And see what it feels like. Put that big dick of yours to good use and you may find that you like topping when you can fuck bare. You can even cum in me.” Ben grinned with agreement. “And then Ben can fuck you and give you his load also.” I was still on my back on the couch and before I could say anything Brandon came over and lowered himself onto my dick, after slicking it up with some of the pre-cum from my belly and cum from my ass. The sensation of my cock sliding up his velvet soft juicy hole was incredible. I almost came on the spot. He started riding me like a champion and I realized how good fucking an ass was, as long as it was raw. It was almost too much for me and it was not long before I shot my first unprotected load deep in Brandon’s gut. Ben was watching all this with his dick in his hand, planning the next move. As Brandon slowly lifted himself off me Ben spoke. “Let’s take a break for a few minutes and then I’ll can fuck you and you can fuck me.” “Bareback?” I asked. “Yeah, of course. Just like I said.” was Brandon’s response. Ben got us each another beer and they told me about their “arrangement”. I wished that Aiden and I could get something like that worked out but I found it strange that after the attempt to use a condom for the first fuck, and which almost immediately broke. Neither Ben nor Brandon pursued their stated “only safe with strangers” rule. Oh well, they did say they had been tested and the result was negative, so it was probably OK. Certainly, I now understood the attraction of barebacking. By the time I had slugged the second beer I had lost all my inhibitions, and Ben had no trouble unapologetically sliding his raw dick into my hole. By the end of the evening I had dumped a load into each of them and they had each loaded me up twice. I totally understood what Brandon had said about raw fucking. Without a condom sliding my bare dick into a juicy cunt was magic. I was going to do a lot more fucking in future, it just was not going to be with Aiden and with a condom. We got together a few more times that week, and each time both of them loaded me up. I wasn’t complaining. Brandon even helped me set up a profile on their favorite bareback hookup site. My last words to them as they dropped me off at the hotel on the last evening was : “I’m not going to say anything to Aiden, but I’m going to start fucking around behind his back, and topping, and giving loads. All bareback of course.” They just grinned at me.

"I want to POZ you Bart. I want to fuck you and shoot my toxic load deep in your guts.You're so cute, everybody wants a piece of your ass. And they only get it when you are willing to give yourself to everyone. You NEED to be pozzed. You know you do. Look at how tense you are. You should enjoy cock not fear it. You should embrace cum not reject it. What you need is a nice unhealthy dose of infected cum in your tight little asshole. Oh my see, that little prick of yours. See how it twitches when you hear I want to breed you. You like hearing that don't you? Yeah I know you do you little slut. You're silent but I know deep down you want to be a big piggy slut. An uninhibited whore who needs cock like his worthless life depends on it. I can give you that. Just let me push my throbbing dick in your cunt and I can give you all the sexual freedom you so desperately want. Look at my cock. Come on, look at it. See how nice it looks. Not scary at all. Not looking diseased or anything. It just looks like any other cock, however it only spews a deathly cocktail of jizz and bugs. You need those bugs. You'd be the perfect host. They'd nest between your buttcheecks and control who can come in and not. And they will gladly let anyone enter. C'mon touch it. Feel my pozprick. Yeah that's it. Feels good doesn't it. Now grab my balls. Feel how heavy they are. They are filled with toxic jizz. I haven't cum in a few days so when I shoot tonight it will be a copious amount of poison. I want to knock you up with my aids babies. Yeah you'd like that won't you slutboi. Now on your knees and start sucking the venom out of my hose. Good boy. Yeah work that mouth of yours on my cock. You sure like that don't you. Bet you're momma is proud now. Sucking a sick stranger's dick. Fuck you are so made for servicing cock. I must admit I'm surprised how eager you are sucking a POZ man's prick. You see those other men looking at you? They like you on your knees with a dick in your mouth. They all know you're getting gifted tonight. And after I'm done they can ravish your little hole as much as they want. Can you already taste my poison? I'm leaking like a faucet already. Here let me show you. Look at it. See those drops of cum? Let me show you. Oops was that in your eye? Did I poke your eye with my infected dick? I'm sorry... Don't get up. Please just stay there on your knees, I want to rub my whole dick over your face, cover that pretty little mug of yours with my dicksnot. This is so hot, look at you. Covered in sticky cum. Your face is full of HIV now, how you like that? Get up and turn around. It's time I stabbed that shitter of yours. What do you mean you're not sure? That's the problem right there you see, you need someone to decide for you. So I tell you, you HAVE to turn around and get a nice creamy load up your gut. So turn around and show me that nice butt of yours. Oh what a beautiful pucker you have there. It's looks so small and tight. I'll just use a nice glob of spit for lube. There. This is it Bart, you are about to get fucked by a POZ man. Ughhh, just one big push. Relax, relax, let me shove it all the way in. Hold still boy, it's just a little over 7 inch. There there it's all in. Now relax, get used to that prick. No no no, don't push it out. I'm just going to shove it back in you know. Dammit it slipped out. Just stand against the wall. Push your ass a bit back. Where is that hole of yours ah yes found it. One two three, FUCK. Yeah man, stabbing your ass again. I know it hurts, but it's much easier than going slow. Just get used to it. Shhh shhh. No no, don't touch your cock, hands against the wall. I don't want you to cum yet. Just hold still and enjoy my prick. I'm going to fuck you know Bart. Nice and easy. Yes, good boy. See how well that goes. Back and forth, back and forth. Doesn't that feel nice? This is what you've been missing all that time. Unhealthy raw sex. Sex like it's meant to be. I'm going to pick up the pace now. You can take it don't you, yeah you can. You like getting fucked don't you. Yeah you do. I'm so proud of you Bart, you are getting barebacked. Taking poz dick in that little hole of yours. Ohhh, ooh I'm cumming. I'm going to fill you up with my toxic spooge. Uhhhh. Yeah, uhhhh. There take it, ughhh, fuckkkk. That were some nice spurts. Fuck I needed to unload that. Did you cum? You didn't? Good. I'll just stay in that roughed up little ass of yours. Let your bowels absorb my poison. Oh man, that was intense. Did you like it Bart? Did you like getting bred? Bet you did. Let me massage the cum in your ass. Yeah. Pfff. I don't think I'm getting limp Bart. Holy shit my cock just stays hard in that previous NEG ass of you. I'm just going to plow you again is that ok? Sure you can jerk off now if you want to. Yeah jerk that little cock until it spews the last squirt of NEG cum you have left. You've been a good boy. Just let me enjoy that asshole of you a little bit more. Yeah sliding in and out of your sloppy hole. Feels good doesn't it? Cum is the best lube, you'll see the next time you come here. You're ready to squirt Bart? Yeah cum boy, shoot your load. Look at that, you really shot a nice big load. You must have been hot and horny. Look at it Bart, look at your jizz dripping from that wall. Healthy fertile jizz wasted on a wall. Your last chance at spawning offspring. You're one of us now Bart. Free to get fucked by whoever wants to fuck you. No need to thank me. Let me just slide out of your ass. Whoops, made a bit of a mess down there, might have torn something in my enthusiasm. Don't worry, THAT will heal up. My gift won't. Bye now."

Thank you for the love for this story with plenty more to cum... 4. The reveal That shock paled into insignificance when I opened the toilet door only to find my brother Ben laughing, with another guy about his age at the hand basin, talking about the dumbfuck they had just Pozzed. “Ben!” I screamed, “was that you…..?” I couldn’t finish what I was saying as a tsunami of emotions hit me. “Fuck! Liam what the fuck are you doing here, in there, Oh shit, fuck, fuck, fuck. Bro I’m sooooooooo sorry I never…..” He too couldn’t speak, red faced and too angry to get the words out. Ben turned to his mate, “Dan you better go. Liam you have to come home with me…we have to have a talk.” We didn’t say a word to one another on the walk to his car and “Get in” was all that was said before we got to his house. My brother quickly ushered me indoors and sat me down in one of two black leather settees, “Beer?” he asked I simply nodded yes. While he was in the kitchen I scanned the room, white, bright and minimalistic with everything in its place, the total opposite of when he was at home. “Here drink this, you’ll need it.” And before I could finish one sip the front door opens and in walks the man I know to be Olly. “Hi Love, home early for once" then scanning the room looking for Ben says, "…Oh Liam….I didn’t expect you to be here too! Sorry I didn’t mean it the way that sounded! Oh shit, let me start again…Good to see you and welcome to our home.” “Well done loverboy you managed to insult my brother and ‘out’ us all in one go!” snapped Ben to Olly. “I’m sorry. Ben what’s up? It looks to me like something is seriously wrong by the looks on your faces, d’ya want me to leave so you two can talk about it?” “No, I think you had better stay and hear this.” Then turning to me confessed, “Just in case you hadn’t got it, Olly is my boyfriend, my partner, so yes I am gay just like you. I love Olly….” And then smirking says, “I’m a size queen, so maybe soon you’ll see why I love him so.” Then Ben proceeds to tell Olly about our toilet adventures with Dan. I was surprised that Olly wasn’t angry but appeared to be turned on by the huge lump that was showing in the front of his suit trousers. “Other than keeping it in the family…the problem is?” a smiling nonplussed Olly asks. “We’re all Poz and unmedicated but it was Liam’s first time.” Ben spelt out. “Wow! You took your own brother’s cherry you lucky bastard” replied Olly totally missing the point. Ben’s protective feelings for me broke out once again as he dropped into the seat next to me, gave me a hug and said, “You OK with this?” I didn’t know what I thought, it was all too much; getting fucked for the first time, getting fucked by my own brother, not only that but by someone I had for years fantasized and wanked off over, finding out he is gay too, finding out he has a boyfriend, finding out they are both HIV positive all as I sit here with two Poz loads soaking in my ripped-up guts. It was too much and I snuggled into his chest and burst into tears, sobbing loudly. “Hey, hey, we’re here to support you.” Olly said reaching over to rub my shoulders, “We can get you to the medical centre for some emergency Prep to stop your exposure to HIV if you decide that’s what you want to do, we didn’t, but it’s up to you, your choice.” Truth be told I didn’t know what I wanted, my red eyes smarted but I pulled myself together and asked about their life, how they got Pozzed and how they live with it. I also was intrigued as if they were together why Ben was in a toilet with this Dan chap. I sat enthralled by their tale of how Ben got infected, gave it to Olly when they got together and Dan was a mate of theirs who was chasing the bug to get it and move on so he can enjoy fucking whom he wants, when he wants. I took it all in. “Is it wrong that that’s what I want too?” after hearing all about this made my cock throb, swell and leak a huge wet spot in my trousers…it didn’t go unnoticed. “Looks like your little brother likes the idea of being knocked-up, see his cock has made his mind up for him” as a big shit eating grin spreads across Olly’s face, “Am I right, or am I right?” “You got me, yeah I think that’s what I want, but only if you help me through it.” I said lightly punching him on the arm. A collective “Yes!” erupted from both Ben and Olly as they caressed and cuddled me as for the first time I literally felt brotherly love.

Jockstrap Party My boy and I have been having a lot of fun lately, very little of it safer fun. We hooked up with another couple a few weeks ago and had a blast playing raw. Jim and Dan are both a bit older than us, and both very vers. Jim has a sexy hairy chest and Dan is almost entirely hairless. Both of the guys fucked my boy raw and left big juicy loads in his ass. I was rawfucking Dan’s hairless hole at the same time as he bred my boy. They cradled my boy while I plowed their loads deeper into his hole before adding my own. We made a point to let the guys know we wanted to play together again. They invited us to a jockstrap party at a big warehouse bar on the outskirts of town. We went to work that morning, both me and my boy wearing sexy jockstraps under our slacks and dress shirts. The four of us met for a few courage drinks before heading to the warehouse. We stripped down to our jocks and shoes and checked our clothes before going into the main bar area. We had heard that things could get steamy there, and were more comfortable playing raw with friends than with strangers, so we tucked some single use lube packets into our socks and a few condoms. Dan said that might be a good idea as some of these guys were POZ and sometimes fucking happened at this kind of party. There must have been a hundred men there, some sweaty and rank, some squeaky clean. Jim and Dan knew a couple of the guys there and introduced us to some of their buddies. I assumed that they had all fucked around. They were nice, shook hands, groped crotches and butts, but were generally non-threatening. Jim went to the bar and brought back a stack of solo cups and a pitcher of beer. Dan pointed out a guy on the edge of their group named Sean. He told me he was a really hot top but to play safely with him… I assumed that meant he had some kind of bug or kink… Jim spilled some beer on my jock’s pouch while pouring me a cup. Of course, Sean made a bee line to me, knelt down and licked the beer, of course making my cock grow and stretch out the front of my jockstrap. Sean is pretty tall and beefy with a broad chest and massive nipples. He had on tall boots and a leather harness. He growled at me and smiled as he stood up thanking me for the free sip. As we stood drinking and chatting, Sean kept rubbing his crotch. I knew he must have had a big dick as his pouch kept filling more and more. Dan and Jim ran off to hang out with some friends on a private VIP roof deck, where I knew there would likely be some fucking action. We promised we’d head up soon. Sean leaned in and grasped me and my boy’s bare buttcheeks. He said into our ears, ‘Finally, I’ve got you guys alone!’ I laughed as we were hardly alone, there were at least fifty guys standing around. I knew he was flirting pretty heavily, but I figured we were safe in public. Plus, if we wanted to fool around, I remembered the condoms in my socks and thought how glad I was to have come prepared. I felt Sean’s hand getting closer to my crack, and I sort of whimpered, I guess. He grinned at me, then at my boy. He brought his hand to my boy’s mouth and inserted two fingers. My boy groaned and suckled them. This guy was clearly seducing both of us. Once his fingers were good and wet, Sean brought his hand back to my ass and started gently playing with my hole, sinking just his fingertips in, lubed with my boy’s spit. I must have thrown my head back, savoring the sensation of this stranger’s fingers teasing my hole, and closed my eyes. Before I could open them, Sean inserted his finger into my mouth. I sucked hard and he slipped two more fingers in all the way to his thumb. I thought I was going to puke, and gagged as he pulled his hand away. I knew it was going to go directly to my boy’s ass, and that I’d helped prepare my boy’s hole for whatever was about to happen. We stood face-to-face for a bit Sean he was really playing with our asses. He might have had two fingers in me a few knuckles deep. The way my boy was bucking, I knew he was deeper in his hole. My boy is much more of a bottom than me, and much looser, so it was all sort of going fine. Sean released his grasp on my ass and situated himself behind my boy, with my boy facing me. My boy was practically panting and shoved his tongue down my throat. He grasped my jaw with both hands and leaned into me. With his face in mine, I couldn’t see with my eyes what Sean was doing, so I let me hands wander. I put my hands around my boy’s slim waist and felt him grooving. He was driving his crotch into mine, but also his ass into Sean’s crotch. I slipped my hand into Sean’s jockstrap and felt a hefty drooling cock with a thick cold metal cockring at its base. My boy kept moaning as he felt that fabric-clad shaft grinding into his buttcrack. I pulled away from my boy. I tried to whisper into his ear that he was about to get fucked. With the booming music in the bar, I had to repeat myself, ‘If you don’t want to get fucked right here on the dancefloor, you should pull off!’ He might have misheard me and he just nodded. Then he shouted back into my year, ‘YES! Pull it out!’ I realized he thought I was asking if he wanted Sean’s raw dick as his hole. I chuckled knowing that he was hungry for to get fucked like a slut in the middle of the bar. My boy’s eyes pleaded, so I freed Sean’s dick from his jockstrap. I jerked his massive thick tool a few times smearing his precum all over his shaft. Sean kept grooving, but had contorted my boy so he was sort of squating with his ass stuck out for better access. I’m not naïve and my boy wasn’t acting like he wanted Sean to stop. I raised my ankle up and got out a condom and some lube from my sock. With my boy leaning against me for support, I tore open the condom wrapper and tried to lower it on to Sean’s throbbing cock head. He was shimmying around so I couldn’t quite land it. He lurched forward and the condom fell out of my hand and onto the floor. He lurched forward again a few times as I got another condom out and unwrapped. My boy was pushing back against Sean, groaning deeply, as I was busy trying to get a condom on Sean. When my hands were where I thought his dick was, I realized it was too late for a condom. Sean had slid his bare cock all the way into my boy’s ass. I told my boy, ‘He’s in you raw. Is that ok?’ My boy nodded and wrapped his arms around my head, kissing me hard. He clenched his eyes shut and let Sean use his ass. I felt someone tap my shoulder. It was Dan back from whatever mischief they’d gotten into upstairs. I leaned back so he could say something in my ear. ‘Good thing you brought those condoms. Sean usually only fucks raw… and he shoots toxic loads.’ He pointed to the wrapper on the floor. I just nodded, knowing that Sean was about to breed my boy. Sean started grunting and plowing my boy’s ass faster and harder. My poor boy nearly lost his balance. Dan helped support my boy as Sean moaned, spewing his toxic spunk into my boy’s ass. Sean pulled back, his cock falling out of my boy’s guts with a wet plop. Dan realized that he wasn’t wearing a condom and moaned as he dropped to his knees. He grabbed Sean’s cock and swallowed it all the way. Jim showed back up and saw my boy leaning on my and his boyfriend blowing Sean. I spread my boy’s cheeks and Jim saw how opened and wet it was. He shrugged and also knelt, tonguing the POZ seed off and out of my boy’s ass. There must have been ten guys in a tight circle around us. A few guys were jerking their cocks and one stepped up to me asking, ‘Your boy takes loads? Can I breed him next?’ I nodded and my boy opened his eyes grinning. He said to me, ‘It’s going to be a long night…’

So I was traveling through northern Louisiana last week when I stopped for the evening. I wanted to get slammed. I needed loads. But there were several hours of sunlight left. Experience has taught me that I can get loads in the late afternoon, but then interest tapers off through suppertime until after sunset when it picks up again. The rundown motel room faced west, the afternoon sun shining around the curtain edges. It was hard to make the room dark like I like it. I used towels around the curtain edge, taped the door lock with gorilla tape for easy opening, put my valuables in the room safe, laid out a couple different lubes, a wash cloth, brown poppers bottle, butt plug, and posted the Grindr ad: "For NOW. Strictly bottom, in jock that stays on, cleaned and douched, ass up ready for breeding. Anon, dark motel room, door ajar, push on door, get yourself hard, mount up, pump, dump, zip and go. No talking! No watchers or other bottoms. My ass pic only." I left a couple condoms on the bedside table a foot away from the lubes for the 'safe' breeders but only after they somehow got pinholes through the wrapper. If they wanted one, it was there. There was some replies within a half-hour. One looked promising and was ready to go. I wasn't ready yet and told him I was still working but would be finishing soon. Hopefully he would not lose interest or find another bottom. I used the time to get cleaned out and to make sure I was ready to get mounted . I lubed my butt plug and worked it a bit, loosening my hole so that if the first guy slammed too hard it wouldn't rip me too early. I wanted to take as many loads as I could get and it sucks when the first guy is too big or too rough and ruins me for the night. I texted him back when I was ready. He was only 1435 feet away. There was no picture and no description in his profile. I gave him the room number, stacked a couple pillows, bent over them on the bed, feet just off the edge, and pushed in some lube. I didn't have much time. He was too close. By the time I pulled my blindfold on he was pushing on the door. I put my phone down and closed my eyes, then took a strong whiff of my own poppers, my adrenaline still a little fast in anticipation. He took in the scene, knew it was for real, and I heard him pulling down his zipper. Seconds later he was stroking his hardening cock up and down my ass crack. And then he pushed. There was a little pain but he wasn't rough and guided it firmly straight in until he bottomed out. He paused, then started slow stroking. He grabbed my hips and started rocking into me. I was still getting used to his deep stroking when he jerked a couple times, then real slowly pulled all the way out. I didn't feel him shoot, but I knew he had. He stepped back, cleaned off his cock with the wash cloth, zipped up, opened the door and left. I gave him a few moments to get in his car, then pulled my phone out and thanked him for his load. "np" was the reply. One down. I checked my phone but it was quiet. I reached back and felt my asshole. It was wet. I grabbed my butt plug and pushed it in. I love to keep the loads in me. I got up and wondered how I could make the room darker. The sun was not my friend. I grabbed a swig of Southern Comfort, pulled out my iPad and started stroking to some Last Load stories. A few more replies came in. One wanted to come over to watch? "Did you read my profile?" He said he had but was hoping to give me a blowjob. What part of no watchers or bottoms did you not understand? I blocked him. But suppertime was approaching. It's always slow. Too late for the working, family men and too early for those needing to pound one out to help themselves sleep. I took the opportunity to get some food myself, anxiously waiting for sundown and the night crawlers to come out. "How many loads?" was the next message. "Just one, but it is a Tuesday" I replied. "Let me know when you have more. I like it sloppy and wet." Will do. Though I know many won't show up. It was starting to get dark when the next message came in. He was 23 miles away. Too far. Generally I don't respond to those that far away but it was slow. "I don't want you to see my face. Is it truly anonymous?" I replied that it was, that I had a blindfold and even I would not see him. "Can we start with a BJ?" No, I replied. Getting hard is on you. He asked why that was and I said because I was there to get fucked, not get guys hard as I've had many that couldn't get into the scene I wanted. He said he understood but had never done this before. He asked for more pics. I sent him my ass pic. He never replied. Sunset had come. The next message came from six miles away. "I need to dump a load. I have a big black dick. Room number?" I replied I would give it when I saw he was within a few hundred feet as I have had a few "no-shows" and "wanna come laters" who showed up only after I had locked the door for the night. "I'll need $50 for my phone bill." No. Not interested. I blocked him. It was another 20 minutes before the next message. It was a 30 year old who was a mile away. "Gotta work break coming. You ready?" I replied I was. I checked his profile and he was a black top looking for now. Perfect. "omw" he replied. I quickly got ready again, pulled the plug out, put some new lube in, plugged in a couple nightlights in strategic locations that just let enough light in that he would see my ass and the night stand, then turned the lights off. "Room number?" was the next text. "141. First floor, back corner, push on the door." I assumed the position. Then the next message came. "Nearby. Need to unload. You ready?" Shit. "I will be ready shortly." Then my door opened. I put the phone face down and slipped my blindfold on without looking towards the door. I felt a finger, then my ass was slapped hard, but I maintained my position and composure. I heard him undress, grab the lube off the nightstand, and heard the condom wrapper. Damn. After a few moments, he was pushing in and he was in a hurry. He started stroking and went deep. I grabbed the covers and held on. He pumped for a few minutes, rotating from side to side as if trying to widen me, then grabbed my shoulders and pulled himself tighter inside me. I heard his breathing as he clearly was unloading into the condom. He finished, pulled out, and 20 seconds later the door was opened, then closed. I waited a few seconds, sent a thank you text, then got up to stretch my legs. I looked down for the condom, then saw the wrapper was curled but was still unopened! I felt my asshole and felt the wetness. Yes!!! "I'm across the street. You still there?" It was the guy who texted me when the last guy was entering my room. "Yes. Sorry. Had a phone call." I immediately gave him the room number and got back into position. I never even looked at his profile. I didn't know how old, big, race, nothing. Who cares? I'm here for loads. The door opened again within three minutes I already had the phone face down on the blanket, ass in the air, blindfold on. I knew I was dripping. Maybe he would think it was lube. Damn if the first thing he did was grab my ass and stick his tongue in deep. He started slurping. He had to be tasting the earlier loads. Next thing I knew he stood up and shoved his cock in without fanfare. Yes! And he was a man on a mission. He wanted rapid fucking, the kind that often leaves me sore and dry. But he didn't care and I did what I was supposed to do -- I took it. And he unloaded. He wasn't huge but damn it felt really wet and sloppy. "Bitch, you're mine. I'll be back. Answer when I text you right away." Um. Okay. Sure. I heard him zip and leave. I sent another "thank you, Sir" text. I flipped over and laid on my back, catching my breath. I had some loads now. I could sleep. I started to doze when that Grindr notification tone dinged twice in my ear. I pulled out my phone and looked at the message, seeing that I had also been tapped. "Do you like being raped?" Hmm. I wonder what that means. "What does that mean?," I replied. "Sometimes I like to get rough and fuck hard. Can you take it? "How big are you?" "You won't complain. I'm nearing your exit on the interstate. Room?" "I don't mind a little rough but I'm not looking for scars, blood or shit play." "Good. I don't either. But I will be on top of you a lot." I was certainly a little cautious but still ready for more loads. "You read my profile, you know what to expect. If that's what you need, my ass will be up." and included my room number. "Get ready. Keep it dark." I then looked at his profile. He was a 22 year old student, also a wrestler at a black college down the highway. Really nice huge dic pic, black as coal. Okay, I would be ready. I think. Five minutes later, I heard the door open. My blindfold was on. He undressed and crawled on the bed in front of me. Uh-oh. I was here for ass fucking and he wanted a blowjob. I had my blindfold on. It smelled a little rank but again I did what my top wanted and started licking up and down. He started getting hard. I love the feel when they start growing in my mout -- shit! What was that? He wasn't alone! Some guy just grabbed my ass and shoved two fingers in! Crap. I usually don't do tag teams and didn't expect it. The guy in my mouth put his hands on my head and started thrusting deeper, almost to the point of making me puke. But I kept licking and swallowing, taking it all in when WHAM! A huge cock was slammed in my ass without any preliminaries. God, that hurt! It was painful! Was I truly being raped? I almost bit down from the sudden movement but the dude in my mouth told me if I bit him I would regret it for the rest of my life. I was in over my head. Not because I didn't love group scenes (I did) but because usually even though I'm the bottom I've always had some control. This time it wasn't happening. I was truly being taken. And it hurt. I felt a slap on my face. "Keep it wet, asshole." I realized then my mouth had dried and I was desperately trying to get some saliva going. Then a sudden deep thrust into my ass. The unknown second man was clearly unloading in me. He told the guy in my mouth to come try this ass. He continued to stroke, clearly emptying his balls completely. He pulled out and grabbed the bed cover and wiped himself off. As he went to the bathroom to further clean up, the man in my mouth came around and mounted me immediately. He started slow but started rabbiting like he was ready to dump. He grabbed me by the shoulders, put all his weight into it, and slammed deeply into me pushing all earlier loads was inside. Wow! It was nearly over. The man leaned down and said to me, "My friend is not done yet. Don't move or he will hurt you." I froze. I was scared. He got up and started to get dressed. He then opened the door, but I stayed still. His friend was still in the room. "We gave you what you wanted whether you knew it or now We didn't use rubbers. And you've been flooded like we've done to many fucks just like you. Now stay still and whatever you do don't move." I was clearly shivering. Then I felt it on my back. What the fuck -- he was writing on my back!??? He stood up, shoved two fingers in my ass, pulled out and stuck it to my lips and simply said, "taste it." I did. And it was bittersweet. He removed his fingers, then got up and exited the room without shutting the door. I kept waiting but it didn't shut. I heard a car engine start and the car pulled away. I felt safe enough to get up and locked the door. Whew. My breath had gotten back to normal. I turned on the light and checked the mirror. I turned my back and read what he wrote. "Seeded by (university name) BBC cocks. He'll never go back." I grabbed some Southern Comfort, stuck the plug in, and drifted off to sleep with a smile. I didn't realize until morning I had forgotten to thank them.

Part 63 - Confrontation The alarm went off and the coach laid there in bed. All he really wanted to do sleep the rest of the day and recover from the nine hard breedings he took the day before. Instead, he got up and slowly walked to the shower. He stood there letting the water rush over him and then took the soap and cleaned himself off. He got dressed and then packed his bag up and took it to the van. His legs and ass were sore, he was sure that anyone looking at him could tell he had been fucked all night. He walked back into the breakfast area and the team was already there. “Hey coach!” Shane said. The team all had grins on their faces and the coach was sure they knew he had had a rough night. “Hi, guys. Ready for the last day of camp?” he asked. “Yeah. This was a lot of fun” Marty said. “I hope you learned a lot too. We need to be really competitive the rest of the season to make it to finals” the coach said as he shifted his position to find one that hurt less. “You ok coach? You look like you’re in pain” Ethan asked. “I’ll be ok. I just slept funny” the coach replied, getting up and then heading over to get a quick breakfast. The team all snickered and gestured on the positions they thought he was in while “sleeping.” The coach came back and they all finished breakfast. The coach tossed Shane the keys to the van and said “Get everyone’s luggage in the van and bring me the room keys.” Shane and Ethan handed over the room keys and the team headed to the parking lot. The coach went to the front desk and Dakota was standing behind the desk. “Hello, Dakota. We’re checking out” the coach said as he pushed the keys across the desk. “I hope you enjoyed your stay, Coach Adams. I know I did” Dakota said with a smile. “Feel free to stop back any time, no reservation is needed for that hot ass of yours. We give free booster shots, too.” The coach nervously looked around to see if anyone could have heard the last part and was relieved that no one was nearby. “Uh, sure” the coach replied. The coach started towards the front door and saw Ric walking towards the front desk. “Leaving in a couple minutes, Ric” he yelled out. “Thanks, coach. I’ll meet you over at the University. I’m meeting a friend first.” Ric replied. The coach shook his head. If it had been one of his team, he wouldn’t let him skip out of part of the camp, but since Ric wasn’t a swimmer, he just let it go. “Be sure to be over there by 4PM” the coach told Ric. The team headed over to the athletic center and Ric poked his head into Dennis’s office. “Hey Dennis, how’s it going?” RIc asked. “Doing good. I hope you guys had fun while you were here” Dennis replied. “Oh yeah. A lot different than the last time, but still a lot of fun. With any luck the room may have gotten another convert or two” Ric said with a devilish grin. “Yeah, it gets a lot of action and hopefully you guys were successful” Dennis said before he motioned for Ric to come closer. “Keep this between you and me, but you should keep an eye out on your coach. He may need some help in a few weeks.” Ric’s eyes got big “You tagged him?” Ric asked. “Yeah, my boyfriend, Dave, Dakota, Tony, Luis, Juan, Tyler, Carl and I all fucked him” Dennis said. “Dave? The escort? As in Joe?” asked Ric. “Oh, you know? Cool. Yeah, that Dave, er.. Joe” Dennis said. “Wow, you really did a job on him with that many guys. Does he know about you guys being poz?” Ric asked. Dennis replied “Yeah, Joe told him and he seemed to get off on it. We’ll see how enthusiastic he is when the flu hits.” “Now his comment when I ran into him in the sauna makes some sense. He saw my biohazard tat and asked if someone sent me in there. I bet he thought I was sent to breed him” Ric said. “Hehe, yeah. It doesn’t mean you couldn’t once you’re back home” Dennis said. “Fuck no! I don’t want to end up on the news as another student that fucked his teacher. It would screw both of our lives up. Maybe after I graduate, but even then I don’t know” Ric answered. “He’s got a great ass, but yeah, I get it. So you guys head back today?” asked Dennis. “Yeah. This is the last day of camp. The team already left. First, I’m going over to get pierced by Daryl and then meet them at the University before going home” replied Ric. Dennis smiled and asked “Cool. What are you getting done?” “I want to get my nipples done and then a ladder on my cock” answered Ric. “Wow, that’s a lot in one day” Dennis replied. “Yeah, but its kind of hard to get up here. Do you know what bus I need to take to get over to Daryl and Thad’s shop?” asked Ric. “Don’t worry about the bus. I can take you over in the shuttle. Just let me know when” Dennis said. “Thanks, I really appreciate it” Ric said. Dennis dropped Ric off at the tattoo shop telling him to call when he was done and he would take him over to the university. Ric walked up to the door and pulled. It was locked but after a few knocks, Daryl came up and let him in. Dennis drove off and Ric went inside the shop. “So, nips and a ladder? You’re going to be one sore puppy” Daryl said with a smile. Ric picked out a pair of barbell’s for his nipple piercings and they went into the back room. Ric pulled his shirt off, sat down in the chair and leaned back. He felt the adrenaline start to pump through his body and then there was the rush of endorphins as the needle poked through. “Fuuuucck!” Ric yelled out while still trying to hold still. “One down, five to go” Daryl said with a grin. He moved over and pierced the second nipple, with Ric yelling out like before. “Rest there for ten minutes and then we’ll work on the ladder” said Daryl as he got up and put the needles in the used bin and went to get the stuff for the other piercings. Daryl laid everything out and then said “Ok, now take your shorts and underwear off.” Ric did and Daryl smiled as he saw the hung cock between Ric’s legs. Ric sat back down and Daryl asked “Is that what its like soft?” “Nah, its a little hard now” answered Ric. “OK, get it hard so I know what size and where to put it” Daryl said. Ric stroked his cock and once it was hard Daryl rolled his eyes and said “I forgot how big it gets. Just a sec, I need to find some longer bars.” Daryl rummaged through the container of straight and slightly curved barbell piercings and then muttered “Shit.” He got up and went to the front of the shop and Ric could hear him pulling out case after case. Ric sat there with his cock rock hard and wasn’t sure what to do so he kept stroking it to keep it stiff. Daryl came back into the room and said “Sorry, bud. I don’t have anything that’s the right size. Most guys aren’t as thick as you are, and the ones I have would be too short and pretty painful. Let me measure exactly what I need and then I’ll do it when they come in. I know this sucks for you since you can’t get up hear that easy, but I want to do it right.” Ric looked up at Daryl, the disappointment clearly showed on his face. “Damn. Ok. I understand” Ric said getting up out of the chair. He put on his clothes and they walked back to the front of the shop. He paid for the nipple piercings and gave Daryl his number to call when the right piercings came in. Ric called Dennis back and told him he was done getting pierced and a few minutes later the van showed up. Ric hopped in and Dakota was driving. “Heading over to the athletic center?” Dakota asked. “Yeah, gotta meet up for my ride home” Ric replied. There was a long silence as they drove through the streets until Dakota said “Your coach is a great fuck. He took everything I could give him. You think he’s really neg? I mean, not for much longer, but now? He took some pretty potent seed.” Ric squirmed in his seat, feeling a little uncomfortable talking about the coach getting bred. “I dunno. I’m not even on the team, I just tagged along to have some fun with the guys and I haven’t fucked the coach” Ric replied. “Ah, gotcha. Dennis said you were in the club, so I assumed you had tagged him too. I saw you fuck the one coaches in the sauna. That was pretty hot. Too bad you got interrupted by those guys. You should have fucked the bottom guy and left him a surprise present” Dakota said. “I was tempted, but I really just wanted to get out of there. Besides, my balls were empty after I fucked the coach” Ric replied. They pulled up to the center and Dakota turned to Ric. “Here’s my number. Whenever you’re up this way I’d love to hookup some time. You seem like a nice guy and Dennis said you are a great fuck. Maybe we can swap strains” Dakota told Ric. “Thanks, that sounds like fun” Ric replied as he squeezed Dakota’s leg. Ric hopped out of the van and walked into the building and went to find his usual spot. He saw someone sitting over there and as he got closer he realized it was Joe. “Hey, what are you doing here?” he said as he got close. Joe turned and said “Hey, Ric. Well, I got a message from Marcus to meet you and him here. I’ve been waiting an hour. I saw him over with the rest of the swimmers but he hasn’t come over.” “Oh shit. This isn’t good. He showed up at the hotel yesterday and then ran out when he saw my biohazard tat and figured out we were poz. I guess you didn’t warn him” Ric said. “Fuck. No, I didn’t. I don’t think he knows I’m poz either. This might get ugly. I’ll take the heat, don’t worry” Joe said seriously. A whistle blew and that session was over. Joe saw Marcus walking their way. “I’m gonna take us to the wrestling room. No one else needs to hear this” Joe said as he got up and pointed towards the doors. Ric and Joe started walking to them and Marcus changed his direction there too. Joe and Ric got to the doors and walked to the wrestling room. They went in and then kept walking to the second room. “No one can hear us in there even if he yells” Joe said. Once inside, Joe stopped and turned around, waiting for Marcus to come in. The door flew open and Marcus came towards Joe and they could tell he was pissed. “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing? Setting me up with a poz dude? Are you fuckin’ nuts?” Marcus said as he walked up to Joe. He jabbed his finger into Joe’s chest with each of the last four words. “Marcus, you seemed to like him and he liked you. I just thought I’d let you know where to find each other and that there was mutual interest. We haven’t fucked in a while. I don’t know what you’re into or not any more. Shit, you’re both adults and you know you have to have these conversations if you’re gonna fuck… thats if you actually care if a guy is neg or poz” Joe said back in a stern voice. “What? You think I’d fuck with poz guys? This guy’s still in high school. Why would I think he’s poz?” Marcus asked back. “You don’t think guys in high school fuck raw? I know I did. I never used a condom until I got to college. And I know we never used one when I fucked you all those times. Who knows how many poz guys you’ve been with and didn’t even know it” Joe countered. Marcus was stunned. “I… uh… I’m careful about who I fuck with” Marcus finally said. “Doesn’t sound like it to me. Ric said you never asked and only stopped when you saw his biohazard tat” Joe replied. “But I told you, I never expect a guy that age to be poz” Marcus said. Joe could tell the intensity was easing from Marcus’s argument. “That doesn’t mean shit. Old, young, smooth, hairy, athletic or obese. Anyone can be poz and with most guys you can’t tell. Are you on prep?” Joe asked. “What? No. Why would I be. I told you, I’m careful” said Marcus. “Would you have let the other guy in my room fuck you raw?” Ric asked before Joe could say anything. “Sure. He’s cute and had nice cock, but he seemed more interested in getting fucked” Marcus replied, not expecting to get questioned from both guys. “Then you would have take a big toxic load. He just converted a month ago. He’s not on drugs and is really potent. He loves getting his dick in neg holes too” Ric said. Marcus’s jaw dropped and he backed up a step and was clearly panicked. Joe laughed and said “Who knows, that pretty little ass of yours might already be knocked up. You’ve always been a horny bottom. You probably want it but are just afraid to admit it. I’ve seen it a lot. First guys stop asking if the tops are neg and then after they find out they've taken a few poz loads they get comfortable and start looking for the poz guys.” “No, its nothing like that. It just makes things awkward” Marcus said. “That isn’t what guys that are intent on staying neg say. You’re just playing russian roulette. One day the bullet will end up in the chamber and you’re gonna be pozzed up like Ric and I are. It might have already happened” Joe said with a chuckle. Ric was grinning, since he thought he knew where Joe was taking the conversation. “You? You’re poz too?” Marcus asked incredulously. “Yeah, I am” Joe said smiling back at Marcus. “Why don’t you just admit that you want a good poz fuck. You always liked my cock and I bet you’d love Ric’s cock too. He may be young, but he’s hung and knows how to use it” Ric moved behind Marcus and gently ran his hands over Marcus’s speedo covered ass. He heard Marcus gasp and then his breathing became labored. “No, thats crazy dude. Why would I ever want to knowingly take a poz load?” Marcus asked. “Once you’re poz, you never have to worry about some guy pozzing you again” Ric said softly in his ear as Ric’s hands continued to rub over his ass. Joe moved closer and brushed his hands over Marcus’s chest, rubbing the hard, pierced nipples. Joe could see Marcus fight with himself. “I know you want it. Just tell us and we can give you a fuck like no other. You can choose who and how. Just me, just Ric or both of us. I could even set something up and get a group together, but Ric might not be able to make it and you really should experience his cock. Just say yes, Marcus and we’ll take you over to the storage room and give you the fuck of your life” Joe said. Marcus was muttering to himself as he listened to Joe. A large wet spot of precum had soaked through his speedo and his cock was getting harder. Ric thought he heard “oh fuck” over and over but since he was behind Marcus he couldn’t really hear it. Joe saw a tear run down Marcus’s cheek and then he said “I want to but I shouldn’t. Oh god, what do I do?” “Let fate decide for you. That’s what I did” Ric said. “What?” Marcus said, confused more than ever. “I took the loads and let fate decide if I got pozzed. My life has been so much better since then” Ric said. “oh fuck, oh god” Marcus said and then was breathing heavy. Joe and Ric let Marcus stew with the thoughts and finally Marcus said “Give me your poz cocks.” Joe's grin got more intense and he led Ric and Marcus over to the storage room. The three went inside and Ric locked the door. Ric moved in behind Marcus and started to kiss the back of his neck and put his hands inside Marcus’s speedo and pulled them down. Joe pulled off his t-shirt and dropped his shorts to the floor. A tug and his jockstrap was laying on top of his shorts. Joe moved closer and kissed Marcus deeply. He could feel Marcus’s cock get stiffer between them and rubbed his body against the leaking shaft. Ric was the only one with clothes on, so he pulled away and shucked his clothes onto the floor too. Getting closer, he got down on his knees and pried the firm ass apart. Ric inhaled deeply, smelling the sweat and scent from Marcus as well as the chlorine from the pool. He licked along the crack and and felt Marcus shiver. Joe licked and kissed down Marcus’s front and took his stiff cock into his mouth. Joe sucked and licked, trying to get Marcus to a stage of lust that he would never want to come down from until his ass was full of Ric and Joe’s cum. He could hear Ric doing his best on Marcus’s pussy and knew they had to be intense but not take Marcus over the edge. When Marcus started to squirm he knew that it was time. Joe pulled off and pulled Marcus down to his knees. Ric sat down on the rolled wrestling mat as Joe directed him to. Joe turned Marcus so that he was in between Ric’s legs and then moved in behind Marcus, like he had done dozens of times before and slicked his cock up with spit. Marcus started to lick Ric’s hard cock and braced himself on Ric’s legs. Joe pushed the piercing into the throbbing pucker and added more spit. Pressing in harder he could feel Marcus start to tense up. Joe gave him a few strokes with his hands along his back and Ric’s hands were caressing his his head which was enough to relax Marcus and Joe pressed in harder. A few more rubs of his hand and Joe felt the hole open up enough and he gave a nudge, letting the rest of his cock head pop past Marcus’s outer ring. When Joe had fucked Marcus in the past, Marcus was always eager to get all of his cock inside him. This time Joe was going slower and figured once he got a good rhythm going Marcus would become the usual cock hungry slut. Joe started to rock his hips, pushing deeper in each time. Marcus was energetically sucking Ric’s cock and Joe’s strokes got longer. Soon he was fucking Marcus just like the old days. He pushed all the way in and then got up on his feet, pushing Ric’s cock deep into Marcus’s throat. With Joe now in a better position, he began to pound Marcus’s hole. He could feel the ring tug and pull as he jabbed it into the tender walls of Marcus’s rectum. Joe was hammering away at Marcus’s ass and was amazed that Marcus was still sucking Ric’s thick shaft. Ric had his eyes closed and was enjoying the oral workover from Marcus. Joe knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, but wanted to make sure he got Marcus’s chute opened up and prepped for Ric’s larger cock. He pulled out and plunged back in a few times but that just intensified the tightness in his balls. Joe grabbed Marcus’s shoulders and drove his cock in deep. The pulses from his cock were intense and he could feel the cum shoot out and cover the walls of Marcus’s tunnel. Joe grunted as each wave of toxic seed pumped into the swimmer. Marcus had stopped sucking when he felt Joe start to breed his hole. It was too late now, Joe’s poz cum was now inside him, possibly infecting him. Marcus was expecting it to feel different, but it felt just like all the other times Joe had cum inside him. It was a feeling that he loved - the warmth and wetness of another man’s cum deep inside him. He let out a loud moan that surprised not only Ric and Joe, but himself. His heart was racing, knowing that he had just done something that he had been avoiding since he took his first cock. Joe left his cock inside Marcus for a minute after the shots of cum ended. He slowly pulled out and left the gaping, cum filled hole empty. Ric realized it was his turn and gently pulled his cock from Marcus’s mouth and slid over before quickly moving behind Marcus. He saw some of Joe’s cum dripping out of the battered hole and smiled as he lined his cock up. He pushed in and Marcus’s hole was tight. The coating of spit and Joe’s cum didn’t seem to be enough to let his cock just slide in. He waited until Joe was in place in front of Marcus and Marcus had started to lick the still hard shaft clean. With a little more pressure, his cock descended deeper into Marcus’s hole. He could hear the groans but kept pushing further. When he hit the inner ring he looked down and still had over an inch left to go. Ric grabbed Marcus’s hips and thrust in, plowing in the rest of the way. He heard a muffled scream so he stood there motionless for half a minute. When Marcus seemed to recover, he pulled back and heard another muffled groan. Ric started to rock back and forth slowly, letting Marcus get used to his sizable shaft. Just like he had done the first time fucking most of the guys, he let Marcus get used to it and then fucked faster or longer. Marcus seemed to adapt quicker than many guys and he thought it might be one of the few times that Marcus would know how it felt to be fucked by his own cock. Their length and thickness seemed to be similar from the short time that he saw it before Joe began fucking Marcus. Ric soon had a good pace going, long firm strokes felt good inside the experienced hole. Marcus even started to squeeze down on his cock occasionally. A tingle or two from his balls told Ric he was nearing the point of no return. He fucked harder and looked at Joe who was watching Ric pound Marcus’s ass. Joe grinned and nodded to Ric as he sensed Ric was getting close. Joe held Marcus’s head down on his cock as Ric pushed in all the way. Ric let out a growl as his cock pumped shot after shot of charged cum into Marcus’s wrecked cunt. After the first few spurts, Joe let go of Marcus’s head and let him gasp for air while Ric flooded his ass. Ric left his cock inside Marcus while his body recovered from the orgasm. Ric pulled out and sat down on the floor against the rolled mat. Marcus then backed away from Joe and laid down on the floor on his back, breathing heavily. “Oh my god that was wild” Marcus said. Joe got a wicked smile on his face and leaned forward and crawled between Marcus’s legs. “What are you doing, Joe?” Marcus asked. “I just want to feel what that hole feels like after Ric stretched you out” Joe replied. Before Marcus could say anything, Joe lifted his legs up and slid his hard cock right into the loose, cummy hole. Joe started to drill Marcus again, this time feeling Ric’s and his cum mixed together coating his cock. Marcus moaned as Joe fucked him. He tried in vain to clamp his hole down around Joe’s cock and just laid back and let Joe pound his pussy. “Damn, you’re loose now” Joe said. “Think he can take us both?” Ric asked. A look of fear came over Marcus’s face as Joe said “We can try.” Joe hooked his arms under Marcus’s arms and then leaned back until Marcus was now riding him. Ric pushed Marcus over so he was laying on Joe’s chest and he straddled Joe. He pressed his cock against Joe’s shaft and then up to Marcus’s hole. He shoved in and got nowhere. He then pulled his foreskin back and pushed slowly and felt his cock head catch on the battered hole. Pushing harder he heard Marcus whimper and then it stretched enough for him to start sliding in. Joe held Marcus still as Ric’s shaft pushed along Joe’s. Ric felt Joe’s piercing drag along the bottom of his cock as he gave Marcus the last few inches. Marcus was fully impaled on both cocks and had never felt so full in his life. Ric started to move back and forth with his hips and while the strokes were only a few inches long it was enough to send shockwaves through all three of them. He kept it up for a few minutes and then felt Joe’s cock start to pulse against his own. Another dose of Joe’s viral cum pumped into Marcus’s ass and the feeling caused Ric to shoot another load in too. Marcus whimpered and yelled out “Oh fuck!” as he felt the third and fourth poz loads fill his tortured hole. Deep down he knew this was probably it - his neg days were now numbered. He was on an adrenaline high like never before with the risk making it so much more intense. Ric pulled his cock out and Marcus stood up, his shaky legs barely holding him vertical. Ric put his clothes on and helped Marcus get his speedo back on. Helping Joe off the floor, Ric watched him put his clothes back on. They walked slowly out of the wrestling rooms and towards the pool. As they got closer to the pool, Marcus went over to where all the swimmers were. Joe and Ric went back over to the other side. Joe gave Ric a hug and told him to keep in touch and let him know where he decided to go to college and then headed out the door. He stared at Joe's ass walking away from him until the door closed. The final whistle blew and the camp was over. The teams showered and packed and Ric dragged the equipment duffles back to the van. Everyone hopped in for the drive home. They pulled into the school parking lot and as Ric was unloading all of the bags the coach walked up to him. “Ric, I’d like you to stop by my office some time this week. I think you’re the only one at school that can help me with a few things I need to know. This is just between you and me. OK?” Coach Adams said. “Sure thing coach” Ric replied.

STEAMWORKS TORONTO -> Thurs., May 24/18 Hey, Rawbros! What would you do if you had 90 mins., you're very horny, and a 4-day load building up? I went to Steamworks Toronto last evening for some really quick bb sex. Being a Thursday night, it's not that busy there and fewer guys to play with; you make the best with whom you have. I got to play with 2 guys bareback before I met my younger bb bottom to ultimately seed. My 31 yr. old told me he was poz on meds. No worries. He need not meet any anybody willing to seed him. I invited him into my room and told him I'd play and seed him. CHA-CHING! He complimented me on the smell of my daddy cock and body overall. I think (pinch!) I'm in pretty good shape for a 53 yr. old. He must have a fine sense of smell; he asked if I fucked anyone before him. I said I did. This drove his wild. I rimmed his hairy ass for a bit, but he wasn't tight at all when I entered him. Perfect. I fucked him on his knees and on his back. He wasn't much into kissing but more into sucking and licking. No problem. This tanned skin young barebacker DID get my 4-day load for which he was so happy and satisfied. I guess I made his night because he could go to sleep with a load in his boycunt. I told him about the bb sex parties at Club120 in Toronto. We both agreed it would be really nice to meet and play again! A win-win for both! After coming home, I felt that after 90 mins. I was very satisfied too.

This is technically not a last load story, but I hope you think it is hot enough. I sure did. Last night, my husband was out of town, so I had a rare opportunity to play by myself. I spent some time on various websites and apps, but I wasn’t getting any takers (except a guy who wanted to fuck safe only). I was just giving up when I got a message on Grindr of all places from a gorgeous young (20) Black guy. We traded pics, and he clearly had an impressive BBC. I invited him over. We quickly went to the bedroom and began to make out. He was an excellent, passionate kisser. We got undressed and I was blown away by how sexy he was. He had smooth, dark, dark skin. He was about 5’7” with a body like a dancer. His waist was so slim I could almost fit both hands around it, but his cock was so thick I could barely fit my hand around it. He had to be at least 8x7 if not thicker than that. He was also rock hard. After a little bit of oral each way, he asked if he could fuck me. He had recently started PrEP, and he told me I would be his first bare fuck. He was very excited because rubbers made him go soft which I totally understood because he was so thick. We slowly worked it inside me with help of some silicone lube. He proceeded to give me the kind of hard, athletic pounding you expect from a 20year old. We fucked in all sorts of positions. He had me moaning in ecstasy. Eventually, I started to really self-lubricate, and the fuck got sloppy. He said it bothered him, so I told him to wipe off some lube. This progressed in to a bad case of stage fright, and he started going soft. He freaked out the way you do when you are young and don’t know how to recover. So, I didn’t get his load even though I got a hell of a fuck. We agreed to try agin soon.

Was hit up by a dude I hadn't fcked since last fall. In the interim, he's apparently been undergoing treatment for cancer. Sad cos he's only in his early twenties. It had to be a quick thing cos I had to sneak out of work, but he has a great hole; tight but not too tight, and he knows to clench down when I come in him. He's a bit of a hot mess, but a great fuck. I don't seem to be fucking anybody new this year but getting lots of repeats.

So, I am sure this will be a fairly controversial thread, as a member who loves bareback sex, loves taking and giving loads. I am kinda of repulsed to see how many on here are so "driven" to spread HIV and other STDs. In a perfect world HIV and other STDs wouldnt exist. However, it seems that some on here are incredibly deviant in the fact that one of their main goals in life is to spread HIV and STDs to people who are trying to avoid that. Probably the most disgusting things I have seen so far is those who have mentioned they want to become infected with a strain that is resistant to Truvada so they could poz fellow bb enthusiasts that want to remain negative. I have also seen posts that people want to go off their meds only with the intent to become able to infect others who have no wish to become positive, and obviously dont care thst stopping meds will potentially severely harm their health snd lifespan?? just to pass a disease along? Holy fucking shit! seriously? What the fuck is wrong with you? Bring on the downvotes, hate or whatever. Sorry that I have a soul and I hope the best for every human being that I meet in this journey called life. * Drops mic

Part 62 - The Runaway The hotel room phone rang and the voice told them that they were to meet a half hour later for dinner. It wasn’t the coach’s voice, it sounded more like someone at the front desk. Zac and Marty went back down to the game room hoping to beat their scores from the previous day. Shane and Ric were taking a look at the porn flicks that Dennis had left them on the memory stick in the TV. There was a wide variety of gay porn - twinks, interracial, leather guys, BDSM, daddy/son, muscled guys, even some trans porn. They would watch a few minutes of each flick and then tell each other which guy they wanted to fuck or be fucked by. Both were just wearing underwear and occasionally stroking their cocks. There was a knock at the door and both scrambled to shut the TV off and then throw on some shorts that hopefully would hide their raging boners. Ric went to the door and opened it just a few inches. Looking out, he saw the black swimmer from the camp. “Ric? Joe said you were in this room” Marcus asked. Ric opened the door a little wider and said “Marcus? I thought he was joking about telling you what room I had.” Marcus laughed. “Joe rarely jokes when sex is involved. Uh, can I come in?” “Oh yeah. Sorry. I’m just a little shocked” Ric said as he opened the door and let Marcus enter before grabbing the “Do Not Disturb” sign from the back of the door and putting it outside and then closing and locking the door. “Mmm, who’s this sexy one? Your boyfriend?” Marcus asked. “Nah, he’s our team captain. Shane, this is Marcus. You remember him from the camp, right?” Ric said. “Hell yeah. It’s hard to forget someone that hot” Shane said. The three guys stood there gazing at each other and feeling their cock’s get hard. Ric made the first move and pulled Marcus’s shirt off over his head and then started feeling his tight body. Shane knew what he wanted to see and reached down and grabbed Marcus’s cock through the sweat pants. After a few strokes, he reached inside them and was feeling the thick shaft and balls that were straining inside the jockstrap. Marcus’s eyes were closed as the two fondled his body. Ric’s hands moved lower and then tugged the sweatpants down, letting them drop to the floor. Ric kissed the back of his neck while his hands felt the firm, smooth bubble butt and the crevice between the two mounds. Shane moved closer and started kissing Marcus’s lips as his hand moved inside the jockstrap pouch. Shane moaned as he felt the long and thick cock that seemed to keep growing. He squeezed and stroked it wondering how he was going to take it. It felt a little thicker and longer than Ric’s and he struggled to take his sometimes. Marcus opened his eyes and looked at Shane. He reached down and pinched Shane’s nipples and then pushed his trunks down with a thumb on each side. Shane’s hard cock snared the top band, but with a few tugs, the shorts dropped down and Shane’s cock sprung free. Shane thought he was well endowed, but he was obviously the smallest dicked guy in the room. He didn’t care since what he wanted was to feel Marcus’s raw cock deep inside him. Ric pushed his underwear off and then turned Marcus around. It was his turn to feel the cock he had admired inside the speedos the past two days. He leaned down and kissed Marcus, pushing his tongue into Marcus’s mouth and their two tongues explored each other. Shane kissed down Marcus’s back until he had his ass in front of him. Shane licked each ass cheek and then up the crack. Spreading his ass apart, his tongue probed deeper and deeper, licking from the bottom of the jock pouch, across his taint and up to his hole. He licked around the ring and then pushed into the pucker with the tip of his tongue. Ric turned Marcus and then backed up to the bed. The kiss ended and Ric pushed Marcus to his knees. As Marcus sank down, he flicked his tongue over Ric’s nipples and then followed the treasure trail down. As he descended into his trimmed pubes, Marcus suddenly stopped and he jumped back. “Fuck!!!” yelled Marcus as he stood upright, still in his jock. “You’re poz? What the fuck, man” Marcus exclaimed. “Joe knows, so I thought he told you” Ric said. Shane was kneeling with a very confused look on his face. Marcus threw his sweatpants and shoes on, grabbed his shirt and took off out the door. “Well that fucking sucks” Shane said. Ric nodded and they sat back down on the couch, stroking their cocks and turned the TV and porn flick back on. A while later there was a knock at the door and Ric got up, grabbing his underwear to cover his cock as he opened the door. It was Marty and Zac and he let them in. “Who was the lucky fuck?” Zac asked. “No one. We didn’t get very far and he ran out of the room when he found out we were poz” Shane said. “Bummer. Well, its time for our late dinner so lets go to the lobby and get some chow” Marty said. The team stood around the lobby for several minutes and the coach came running from the hallway, his hair still damp and his shirt untucked. “I hope she was fun, coach” Ethan said before laughing. The coach looked a little flustered, unsure how he should respond so he just said nothing other than “Let’s get some food.” They hit a pizza restaurant and all through dinner the swimmer’s needled their coach about why he was late and had the hotel call to tell them rather than do it himself. “He had his mouth full” teased one swimmer. “Maybe he was all tied up” joked another. The coach was getting more embarrassed by the minute. The comments were getting too close to the truth and he didn’t want them to know what he had done. After dinner, Ric wandered around the hotel. He figured his chances with Marcus were gone, so he was hoping he would run into Spencer. He walked through the gym and didn’t see him. He went to the game room and played a couple games, but when he ran out of tokens he left and headed back towards his room. As he was crossing the lobby, he spotted Spencer coming in the front door with some of his team. Their eyes met and Spencer told his team to get to their rooms and not cause any trouble. He grabbed Ric by the arm and took him down the hall towards the gym. “Hey, sexy. Were you ignoring me today? I saw you with a couple other guys during camp” Spencer said. “Yeah, that was a friend of mine. He’s a student here and stopped by so we could catch up. His boyfriend stopped by too. He used to wrestle here, so he showed me around the athletic center” Ric explained. “Ah, ok. So what are you up to tonight?” Spencer asked. “Well, I was out wandering around looking for you” Ric said with a grin. “Oh you were, huh? And what did you have planned after you found me?” Spencer replied. “I don’t know. Maybe you have a few ideas” Ric said. “Let me change and I’ll meet you in your room in 15 minutes?” Spencer asked. “I think my room is taken. We can try the locker room or sauna…” Ric said. “I don’t know. I don’t want to get caught fucking in a public place” Spencer replied nervously. “Lets just try it and we can look for somewhere else if we have to” Ric said. Ric headed back to his room to grab a few things and found Shane, Marty and Zac sucking each other off. He tossed on a tank top and some basketball shorts and went back to the gym. He took his time since Spencer had said 15 minutes and made a detour through the game room and spotted several swimmers from the camp in there. He got to the gym and was trying to decide whether to start a workout and then go with Spencer into the sauna or to just go there directly. When he saw the half dozen guys working out, he figured he should just go to the sauna and stake out a place. He went to the locker room and took his clothes off, putting them into a locker and went over to a shower. He quickly rinsed off and then grabbed a towel and tossed it over his shoulder. Ric opened the door to the sauna and walked in. He looked left, then right and then jumped back a bit. “Uh, Hi coach. I didn’t expect you to be down here” Ric said, scrambling for something to say. He quickly looked the coach over, never having seen him naked before. The coach’s eyes were huge as he saw Ric come into the sauna. He looked him over from head to toe, but spent a lot of time looking at Ric’s cock. “Holy fuck!” the coach said, sitting up but unsure what to do next. Then he spotted it. The now familiar tattoo, right above Ric’s huge cock. “Oh my god. You’re poz?” Ric swallowed hard. He wasn’t expecting to have this conversation between the coach and him. Ever. “Uh, yeah. Can we keep that just between you and me, coach?” Slowly, the coach said “Oooooookaaaaaay. After a few seconds the coach then asked “Did anyone send you here?” “Send me here? Uh, no. I was going to meet someone, but I think that’s a bad idea now” Ric replied. “No, no. I was just trying to relax. I’m done, I’ll head up to my room and leave you here to meet your friend” the coach said as he quickly got up and grabbed his towel. As he walked out the door he got a closer look and quietly muttered “Fuck that’s big.” Ric was a little rattled and he sat down on his towel. He looked around the sauna and noticed the lock on the door. He smiled and started to relax when the door opened and Spencer walked in with a towel around his waist. “Hiding the good stuff, huh?” Ric joked. “Saving it for you” Spencer said as he walked into the sauna. Ric got off the bench and walked to Spencer, locking the door and then pulling him in tightly and kissing him. Spencer dropped the towel on the bench and wrapped his arms around Ric. His hands moved down and cupped Ric’s ass, pulling it apart to let his fingers slide in. “You want it, huh?” asked Ric. “Fuck yeah. I wanted to flip last night, but you were more interested in knocking me up. Tonight, I’ll fuck you first then you get to breed my ass” Spencer said. “Sounds fair” Ric replied as he turned and then pushed Spencer against the wall. He licked down Spencer’s body until he got to his semi-rigid cock. Ric licked around the helmet of Spencer’s cut cock and grazed his teeth over the shaft as he swallowed it into his throat. He felt Spencer’s hands on the back of his head and it excited him. He was usually the guy forcing a guy to swallow his cock, but now he was the cocksucker. Spencer’s thick six and a half inches wasn’t huge, but it had a nice meaty feel to it and he hoped Spencer knew how to throw a good fuck. Ric sucked for all he was worth and then put his hands on Spencer’s ass. He heard Spencer tell him “Not so fast, I get to fuck that hot, poz ass of yours first.” Ric bobbed on his cock and then pulled back when Spencer’s hands let go of his head. Spencer picked Ric up and turned him around, telling him to kneel on the lower bench. Spencer kneeled and then dove into Ric’s hairy ass. His tongue licked up the sweat and manscent and it drove Spencer wild. He tongue fucked Ric’s hole, forcing some spit inside. Spencer stood up and rubbed his hard cock between Ric’s ass and then pushed in. There was some resistance but Ric relaxed and Spencer’s shaft pushed into his hole. Ric enjoyed feeling the thick cock stretch his hole out and he found out that Spencer was a good fuck. Ric was yelling out encouragement to Spencer who responded by fucking harder. Ric braced himself for the rough pounding and grunted with the harder thrusts. “Breed my ass Spencer” Ric called out and Spencer drove in harder. Spencer put his hands on Ric’s shoulders and used them to pull himself as deep as he could for several more strokes and then pushed in and held it there a moment. Growling, Spencer’s hips bucked with each spurt of cum that he pumped into Ric’s ass. Spencer laid down on RIc’s back as his hips continued to drive his cock in with each fading shot of seed. Spencer was breathing heavily on RIc’s back and then kissed his neck over and over until his body had settled back to normal. “Fuck, dude. That was hot” Ric said. “Well, you have a great ass. I loved feeling it around my raw cock and you really know how to milk it” Spencer replied. He pulled his cock out of Ric’s ass and Ric quickly swung around and began to lick all of the cum off his cock. “Holy shit” yelled out Spencer. Ric pulled off and looked up at Spencer and asked “You’ve never had a guy clean your cock after you fucked him?” “Nope. One guy tried but he stopped after one lick” Spencer said. Ric finished licking the cum and assjuice off of his cock and then stood up and pushed Spencer to the bench. Ric slapped his ass and then quickly rimmed Spencer’s hole. He scooped up some of the cum that was dripping down his leg and rubbed it over his cock and was about to push into Spencer’s hole when someone banged on the door. “What the fuck” Ric said as he spread Spencer’s ass apart. There was more banging and he could hear people talking outside. Not wanting to draw more attention to themselves, Ric stood up and turned around and unlocked the door. It opened up and there were three swimmers from the camp standing there. One was naked the others had towels around their waist. “What the fuck guys? We’re busy” Ric told the guys. “You’re not the only one that wants to fuck in here. Can’t you share?” one of the swimmers said. “Holy shit. Look at the size of that cock” one of the other swimmers said. Before Ric could tell them to just wait their turn in the sauna the three pushed in and were staring at Ric’s cock. Spencer was still kneeling on the bench looking back and was relieved it wasn’t guys from his team that were barging in. Ric said “Can’t you wait your turn? We’ll be done in ten or fifteen minutes” but the guys ignored him as they oogled over Ric’s cock. “That would fuckin destroy your ass” the tallest one told the short, dark blond swimmer. Ric rolled his eyes and then said “Just use the other end and fuck him there” and he turned back towards Spencer. He spread Spencer’s asscheeks apart and then spit on his hole before pulling back his foreskin and pressing the head of his cock to Spencer’s pussy. Spencer took a deep breath and tried to relax, but Ric’s cock was much larger than what he usually got fucked by. He had taken it yesterday so he knew he could do it, but it was still a tight fit. Ric pushed harder and then the head popped inside. Spencer tried to stay quiet, but he just couldn’t. A loud groan came out of his mouth as his ass stretched to take Ric’s cock. “Oh my god. He’s taking it” Ric heard over his shoulder. He looked and the three swimmers were right behind him, watching his cock plow into Spencer’s aching hole. “Get the fuck to the other end and screw each other!” Ric yelled out. When the guys didn’t move right away, he added “NOW! Or I’m gonna fuck all three of you hard with no lube!” The guys scurried over to the other side and Ric started to fuck Spencer, who was happy having a moment to let his ass get used to Ric’s shaft again. Ric slowly started to fuck into Spencer’s ass, first getting deeper before he went faster. With his legs slapping against Spencer’s ass he heard more murmurs from behind him. He looked back and the shorter one was on his knees sucking the other two guy’s cocks. The taller ones were talking between themselves. Ric only heard parts of their conversation but they seemed to be in awe that anyone could take Ric’s cock and they now felt like that had small cocks. Ric varied his strokes but it was obvious to the three swimmers that he was going to give Spencer a long fuck. He started fucking harder and Spencer was letting out the occasional “Fuck!”, “Shit!”, “Oh god” amidst the grunts. It had been over twenty minutes of plowing Spencer’s hole and Ric felt his orgasm building. He said to Spencer, so that the others could hear, “Oh fuck… I’m getting close… You want this load???” and Spencer replied “Fuck… Yeah… Breed my ass and give me that hot cum.” Ric slammed in hard several times and then planted his cock deep, past the inner ring, and then let his balls unleash their toxin. Ric grunted with each pulse of poison that shot into Spencer’s ravaged hole. The other guys were stunned as they watched Ric fill Spencer’s ass full of cum. One asked “You really breed him, dude?” Ric shook his head and said “Yeah I did. My cum is deep inside him trying to get him pregnant.” The guys gave a tentative laugh, unsure what RIc meant. “Guys couldn’t get pregnant, could they?” they thought. Ric slowly pulled his cock out of Spencer’s cunt and sat down on the upper bench next to Spencer. Spencer moved between Ric’s legs and licked the cum from his cock. It had a coppery taste to it and he knew that Ric had done some damage inside his ass, which was sore into its inner depths. Neither Ric nor Spencer wanted to hang around and have to deal with the swimmers, so after Ric was licked clean, they got up and headed to the door. “Dude - I’ll give you twenty bucks if you fuck Howie, here” The tall brown haired guy said. Ric laughed and said “I’m done for now and besides, I don’t think he could handle it.” The short dark blond guy said with a cocky attitude “Sure I can.” Ric laughed and he and Spencer let the sauna door close behind them as they went into the shower room and showered together, washing off the sweat. They dried off and then got dressed and headed back to their rooms. “That was fuckin’ weird. If I wasn’t all ready to nail you, I would have beat the crap out of them” Ric said. The coach was laying in bed and glanced over at the alarm clock and it said 10:54PM. He was thinking about what he had done with the three guys in the sauna earlier. Then his mind switched to thinking about him seeing Ric in the sauna. He never suspected him of being hung like that and definitely wouldn’t have thought that he would be poz. He was jolted back to the present when the phone rang. He picked it up and said “Hello.” “Are you ready for more?” asked the person on the other end. “Yes” the coach said hesitantly. “Be ready in five minutes. Naked, on all fours, on the bed, ass to the door” said the other person. The coach’s heart started beating faster. “What was he getting into?” he thought. He got into position with a bottle of lube on the bed next to him and waited until he heard the beep from the electronic door lock. The door opened almost exactly five minutes after the call and he heard it shut. “You never told me if you moan or scream” a familiar voice said. He heard a zipper and then clothes hitting the floor. He felt someone climb on the bed and was trying to remember who’s voice it was. The bottle of lube got picked up and a few drops fell on to the coach’s ass, above his hole. It dripped down and got fingered in roughly. The coach heard another squirt of lube and assumed it was for the guy’s cock. Suddenly he felt a cock resting on his sore rosebud and the guy said “Scream, then moan, that is my favorite.” With that, the cock was rammed into the coach’s unsuspecting hole. The coach screamed out as the long thin cock tore into his ass. It just seemed to keep pushing deeper inside him and the coach couldn’t prevent his hole from spasming around the guy’s shaft. When he felt guy’s pubes against his hole he knew that was as deep as it could go. The coach’s hole was on fire and the searing pain had spread throughout his body. “Lube” was all he could say. “Too late for that, I’m all the way in. Now let the precum drip and coat your guts so we can get you all charged up” the guy told the coach. He pulled back and the coach felt the long shaft try to pull his body inside out. The coach could feel the mushroom head tugging against his outer ring and then it pulled free. Suddenly his ass was empty but he knew it wouldn’t be for long. Seconds later, the guy shoved his stiff cock back inside until the two bodies were fully connected again. The second scream was just as loud as the first. The guy did it two more times and the scream seemed to be the same each time. “Yeah, it wouldn’t be good if your swim team heard you scream like that. Lets see if your moaning is better.” The coach felt the cock inside him pumping in and out three or four inches at a time. With many guys that would be a full stroke, leaving just enough inside to not pop out, but with the cock that was inside him now it was only a third of the length. The pain faded away and as his rectum was coated with precum, and the pleasure of being fucked came to the front. Within ten strokes, the coach became a moaning slut. Moaning and begging for more cock. Faster thrusts. Deeper shoves. “Yeah, that’s a good slut. Moan and beg like a good cumwhore. You want me to shoot my seed into that jock cunt, don’t you?” the coach was told. “Oh god yeah. Breed me deep and give me your load” the coach begged. “What kind of load do you want?” The coach responded without hesitation, saying “Fuckin breed me full of poz cum. Poz me up!” The strokes of the ten inch cock inside the coach got longer and harder. All of the previous thrusts had stretched the coach’s hole open and there no longer was a struggle for the shaft to attack the neg hole. After long stroking the coach’s ass for several minutes, Dakota pulled back and rammed in as hard as he could, making the coach whimper as his cock erupted, spewing hot virus-laced seed deep into the coach’s chute. Dakota pulled his cock out, seeing streaks and spots of red on his long fuck-stick. He wiped his cock off on a towel and told the coach “You have half an hour until the next one.” Every hour throughout the night a new person showed up and fucked the coach, pumping in a virulent load of semen and then letting it soak in. The twenty to forty minute breaks in between each fuck let the coach get a quick catnap while the bug filled cum soaked into his body, hunting for a way to infect their new host. When Tony walked in at 4 AM, the coach was asleep. The coach was awakened by his cock sliding into the tortured hole. Tony held the coach tight against his body as his hips pummeled his cock into the coach’s puffy, throbbing, red pussy. The coach was just a whimpering shell of a man. His body ached everywhere - from the deepest parts of his guts to his toes and fingers. “UGH UGH UUGGHHH” Tony grunted as he jabbed his cock into the coach’s ass. The stretched out hole almost looked like the coach had spent the night getting fisted, but only cocks and some fingers had penetrated the oraface. Once his load was deposited inside, Tony pulled out and looked the coach in the eyes and said “AIDS cum is the best, isn’t it?” Tony got dressed and the coach curled up in the middle of the bed, pink ooze dripping out of his well-worn hole. He heard the door close and then was back asleep.

Max pulled over and parked his 1992 dodge spirit, killing the engine but hesitating to open the door. As if glued to the driver’s seat, he silently debated whether to stay or go home, while gripping the wheel and biting his lower lip. Staring out his windshield, he was surprised to see what looked like a normal brick office building, with no obvious markings or signs on the business to show what it was. He double checked the address in the text message from his dealer, Tony, just to be sure, before holding his breath, grabbing his duffle bag and hoping out of the car. The heavy wood door creaked ominously when Max pulled it open and stepped inside the warm alcove. He shivered, glad to be out of the cold February night, but still uncertain about what he was getting into. Realizing the door to the rest of the club was locked, he stepped up to a plexi-glass window and rang the small bell, which prompted a very tall, muscular, bearded guy in his 30’s to appear from a door on the other side of the glass. The hunky clerk, “Jax” according to the name tag pinned to his tight t-shirt, made Max worry even more about what he was getting himself into. “What’s up bro?” Jax’s voice crackled through the small speaker next to the window. “I need to see your ID and cash and do you want a locker or room?” “Um, I’m ‘Max Rider,’” Max said, eliciting a blank look from the clerk. “I think you’re expecting me.” Again, the man looked miffed, and max began to worry that maybe this was a joke or perhaps the massive man was expecting someone more cocky. Here he’d been freaking out over whether or not he could strip for guys, it never crossed his mind that they might not like him. Standing straight up to his full 5’11” height, yet still at least 6 inches short of the other man, Max flashed a fake smile and tried to sound like he wasn’t a nervous school kid. “I’m the entertainment for Dave’s party.” “Oh! You’re here for the strip and jerk show!” Jax eyed Max as far down as the window would allow. “You are definitely hotter than the last dude they hired. Go ahead and come in and I’ll introduce you to Dave and take you to where you can set up.” Jax buzzed Max through the door and into the heart of the bath house. Motioning for the boy to follow, Jax strode nonchalantly down a maze of small dark hallways, filled with numbered doors, past half a dozen men wearing nothing but towels or less. Max would have run for it if he thought there was any chance he’d find the exit. Instead he kept his eyes on Jax’s broad shoulders in front of him as they descended a staircase into the pitch black basement. “This is your room for the night,” Jax unlocked a black door with the number 25 on it, revealing a small bedroom-type set-up with a twin bed, footlocker, flat-screen tv playing gay porn, and mirrors on two of the walls from floor to ceiling. “hang here for a second and I’ll let Dave know you’re here.” Max stood awkwardly in the center of the small room while he waited for Jax to come back, and he wished he’d had the forethought to hit his pipe before he came inside. “Dave just got here a little while ago and is still setting up, but you can get changed while we wait,” Jax reappeared, holding a couple towels, some Gatorades and some body-oil.”…unless you are wearing that for the show.” Max looked down at his hoodie, jeans and ratty sneaks, wishing he could get away with wearing them instead of what filled his duffle. Tony let him borrow some costumey outfits on his way here, and he dreaded the thought of a bunch of queers getting their rocks off watching him in them. He started to sweat when he realized they were paying to see a lot more than that. Noticing how pale the teen looked, Jax got him a gatorade and asked how he got the gig. “I dunno man, it just fell in my lap I guess,” Max sat on the bed and chugged from the bottle as he recalled how he ended up there. “I was hanging with my de-, um my bud, and I owed him some green but I am broke cause of school and my transmission busting and shit. I have been dancing at a club downtown on ladies night and the tips are awesome, so I told him he could have his cash next week but he said he could set me up to do a private gig for twice what I get at the club. I figured he meant a bachelorette party or some shit like that. I never would have agreed if I knew it was for a bunch of dude, but I am too broke to say no.” ”I feel ya dude,” Jax closed the door and sat on the other end of the bed, smiling at the sight of the kid downing the drink laced with ghb. “Why do you think I work here on weekends, on top of my 9 to 5 job? This gig allows me some spare change for recreational purposes. Otherwise I’d be a fucking nun, staying in nights and never getting any pussy.” “That sucks bro,” Max was relaxing noticeably, from both the g and the conversation. Hearing Jax mention pussy made his more at ease, not understanding that Jax wasn’t referring to girls. Assuming his new friend was straight like him, Max stood up, kicked off his shoes, and tossed off his hoodie revealing just how low his jeans were sagging. There were 3 or more inches from the top of the pants up to the white waist band of his calvin klein boxer-briefs, which sat just below a sleeveless t-shirt showing off his buff arms. Jax oogled the teen beefcake as he began searching the duffle for something to wear. “I can’t imagine being stuck here with a bunch of pervy homos trying to mack on your ass all the time. I could barely convince myself to do this one night!” “It’s not so bad Max” Jax tried to contain himself as the kid pulled out various skimpy costumes and a couple pairs of thongs and jocks. “The money is good and tax free, plus I occasionally make a little extra by letting a dude blow me or jerk me off. I bet you could double your take if you tried it.” “I ain’t a fag,” Max stopped sorting the gear from his bag and gave Jax a very serious look. Jax almost burst out laughing at the sight of the young man denouncing gays while standing in a gay bath house, laying out tear away clothing, wearing only his sleeveless tee, boxer-briefs, and sagging jeans. “If you wanna do some gay shit, that’s your business, but I’m only here cause Tony will kill me if I don’t come back with what I owe him.” “That’s cool, just telling you what some of the guys might offer,” Jax replied, defusing the tension by picking up a shiny green g-string and twirling it around his finger. “Especially when you swish around in this pretty pair of panties.” “Fuck that shit,” Max said, joining the laughter. “I might have to get naked for these queens but I’m not doing a drag show first. I better hide all the girly shit from Dave when he tells me which one I should wear.” As Max returned the green g-string and some equally frilly gear to the duffle, he accidentally knocked a small cloth bag out, which spilled open on the bed. “You know you’re not supposed to bring that in here, right?” Jax picked up the pipe and bag of crystals that had escaped from the cloth sack and gave his best fake-mad stare. “Shit man, that’s not mine, it must have been in with the outfits!” Max went ghostly white and stammered excuses before Jax finally laughed and handed them back to the terrified teen. “I’m just fucking with ya Max.” Jax slapped him on the back and ruffled his hair, but Max stayed stiff and silent. “I told you I work here to pay for recreation, which is my discreet way of saying I enjoy partying sometimes too. Just make sure to keep that someplace outta sight and only smoke in here or another private room, cause not everyone is as understanding as I am.” You got it Jax. I’ll be super sneaky I swear man.” Max promised while the color returned to his cheeks. He went to put the pipe back in its bag, but stopped short. “You sure it is cool if I smoke in here? I could really use a pick me up before I meet this Dave guy.” “If you are down, I’d love to match bowls real quick.” Jax reached into his back pocket and pulled out his own pipe, and the two men quickly loaded two large bowls. Simultaneously, Max and Jax lit their lighters and melted the tina in their pipes, sucking in smoke and blowing out huge clouds. Jax insisted Max try his supply, so they took turns on each pipe, and before long, each man was high as a kite. “That’s good shit,” Max complimented his smoking-partner’s stash while they packed away the paraphernalia. “But now I’m fucking sweaty as fuck. Wish I could shower before I get into one of these get-ups.” Jax explained that was no problem as long as Max understood that he’d have to undress here, and take his towel with him to the communal showers, which caused Max to hesitate. Jax assured him he wouldn’t get raped, and told him where the least used showers were, but Max wouldn’t go until Jax gave in and allowed Max to bend the rules and where his boxer briefs. With that, Max stripped off his shirt, revealing his firm pecs, tight abs, and smooth skin except for a fine blonde treasure trail. The jeans were next, and Jax was happy to see his muscular thighs and calves were also covered in blonde hair. Tossing the towel over his shoulder and sliding the room key onto his wrist with the convenient elastic band, the teen stud followed Jax to the showers before the clerk left him to retrieve more Gatorade and check that the other employees were holding down the fort while he played tour guide to the hired meat. Taking the shower in the furthest corner from the entrance allowed Max some privacy from guys walking by, but he did end up sharing the shower with another guest before he had a chance to finish. Carefully turned into the corner, Max tried not to show any interest in his shower-mate, but couldn’t help sneak a glance at the short buff latino’s uncut meat. Max was a big talker when it came to sex but he’d only been with three girls and never actually seen a dick other than his own and his two best friends when they used to go skinny dipping. Even during his years on various sports teams, Max always had separate showers and private changing stalls in his school locker rooms. The temptation proved too great once the man closed his eyes to soap his face, and Max took a good long look at the foreign entity between the other man’s legs. His face went scarlet when he looked up from the thick dark cock and caught the smile on the face of its owner. Rinsing off faster than anyone ever before him, Max was dashing out of the showers in under a minute, trying not to fall as he dripped water all the way back to his room. “You could have dried off there you know.” Jax was waiting at the door to the room with more drinks and a tv remote so he could change the porn to the only straight option they played. “Sorry bro,” Max let them in and focused on drying off, not noticing Jax, facing the tv, but using the mirrors to check out the boy’s silhouetted dick and ass through the wet, transparent undies. He feigned trouble with the remote to cover his glances as the damp calvins dropped to the concrete floor, giving Jax an eye full of Max’s soft 4 inch cut dick, small blonde pube patch, and lowhanging naturally smooth balls. Max turned and bent down over the duffle to pull out some clean underwear, exposing his round, firm butt covered in the lightest dusting of peach fuzz, which made Jax stiffen in his sweat shorts. Luckily he was wearing his best jock, so he knew he could keep it under wraps unless he reached his full 8 ½ inches, which might have happened if Max hadn’t broken the trance by sliding a pair of black briefs over his naughty bits. The two guys proceeded to smoke another bowl as Max downed a second Gatorade laced with g, while a big-breasted brunette took on five guys on the tv screen. Jax was considering slipping a larger dose into the drink and raping the boy then and there, when a knock interrupted his fantasizing. Max asked who it was, and Dave responded “the guy with your money,” causing Max to jump up and let him in. With the amount he was being paid, Max expected a fat troll. Instead a 6’ tall handsome, muscular but not too defined, fuzzy Italian man with black hair in his forties walked in, causing Max to wonder why such a normal, even attractive, man would want to pay a guy to strip and jerk off for him. Jax left the two of them to finalize the plans for the performance, heading off down the hall and into a room marked ‘employees only.’ “Wow, Tony wasn’t exaggerating,” Dave said as he unashamedly walked a circle around Max and scoped out every inch of what he was buying. “It is almost too bad you have to get dressed before the show, because those briefs are getting me hard. Oh well. Speaking of which, what did you bring to wear?” “I laid out a bunch of the stuff Tony leant me,” Max volunteered. His manner was much more relaxed now, with no shame about showing Dave what he had. Dave knew this was probably due to the ghb and tina he’d instructed Jax to give the boy, but Max just figured he was comfy with Dave because he was a masculine, average joe-type. He pointed out uniforms for a cop, fireman and boy scout, as well as some mix-and-match gear which could be used to make him look like a construction worker or leather-enthusiast. Dave was unimpressed with most of it, so he dumped out the duffle bag on the bed, mixing the costumes with Max’s stuff. “Holy shit boy,” dave exclaimed as he pulled a wrestling singlet, pads and jockstrap out of the pile. “Why were you hiding this?” “That’s not a costume, that’s my wrestling uniform for school. I forgot it was in the bag when I grabbed it to take to Tony’s.” Max said, oblivious to the idea that someone might be interested in seeing his buff, tight body wrapped in skin tight green and black spandex. “That’s the one! Just wear one of Tony’s jockstraps instead of your usual one. No one will be able to see your cock through an athletic cup.” Dave handed Max the singlet, helmet, pads, shoes, jock and an envelope with half of his payment for the evening. “You have thirty minutes to get your cock fluffed, get dressed and meet me at the stairs to head up to the tv room where you’ll be performing. Once you get on stage you can do up to a fifteen minute strip show, but no less than ten. Then you’ll be groping jerking and fingering for the rest of the 30 minutes. If you can oil yourself up as you strip that would be great, or you can let one of the audience do it for you. You will get the rest of the money once you have shot your load. There will be a few guys who would toss you a few extra hundreds if you shoot in their mouth, on their face or chest or let them touch you when you jizz. You need any Viagra or a cock ring or anything to help keep your cock up?” “Um, I don’t think so.” Max began to worry again. No one had warned him about the restrictions, and it wasn’t even a possibility until that second that he might not be able to get it up. “Maybe I’ll take the Viagra, just in case.” “Good idea,” Dave chuckled and pulled his towel off. Underneath was the tiniest pair of blue athletic shorts with white piping, known to man. Reaching into the pocket, he pulled out a little blue pill, a leather cock ring with silver snaps, and a bottle of lube. “Take this now, then go do a quick enema to make sure your asshole is clean. There is plastic tubing and water spigots in the stalls by the showers. Then come back here, get your dick hard, and put on the cock ring. Once it is on, your dick will get soft but not smaller. Then hop in that singlet and I’ll see you by the stairs.” Max didn’t have time to ask why he needed the enema before Dave was out the door, but he often administered one before a match to get down a weight class, so he knew what to do. Popping the pill and sliding his briefs back on, he made his way back to the shower area and spotted the stalls. There were a lot more guys around the bath house now than when he arrived, but Max was on a mission, so he didn’t stop to wonder about it. After he was sure he was clean inside and out, he headed back to the room, squirted a generous amount of lube onto both palms and plopped down on the mattress to get his dick up. The video had progressed to a scene where a petite asian girl was being gang banged by 8 hung white and black men, with dicks in every hole, and sometimes two in a single hole. Max’s cock went from flaccid to fully erect in no time, achieving its full 7 and a half inch glory. As the asian slut begged for more cock in her ass and pussy, curiosity got the best of Max, and his right middle finger slid slowly into his virgin crack, teasing his asshole as it had on the rare night when he felt particularly horny. The last time it happened, Max was jerking off at home after a party where his girlfriend had spent the whole night grinding against his cock through his khakis. He’d had a few too many by the end of the evening, and there in his bed he couldn’t quite get hard enough to cum. One teasing finger slowly penetrated his sphincter that night in the dark. It was joined shortly by a second finger, thrusting just deep enough to hit his prostate and blast a huge load all over his chin, neck and chest. Every time he’d played down there he vowed never again, and every time he went a little further. As he remembered the euphoric feeling of the last orgasm, his lubed finger punctured the tight hole, eliciting a drop of pre-cum out of his pisshole. The clock next to the tv caught his eye causing him to pull the finger out since he only had five minutes until he had to be on stage. Carefully gathering his hard dick and big balls in one hand, he snapped on the cock ring and quickly admired how big it made his dick look in the mirror. All his practice getting into uniform after weigh-ins payed off as he shimmied into a black jock strap with a white, semi-transparent pouch, followed by his singlet, knee pads, elbow pads, shoes, and helmet. He almost forgot the lube and oil, but slid them into his elbow pad before grabbing the key and towel and dashing to the stairs. “Right on time.” Dave said, now wearing only a leather cock ring, leather vest and boots. They began up the stairs, as the sound of excited men’s chatter grew louder. “The gang’s all here. I know Tony told you ten to twelve guys, but once I sent out the link with your body pics from the club downtown, we had some added interest. I’ll throw in an extra $500, cool? “Yeah man, whatever.” Max felt like he was floating, rushing and calm all at once, just like before a wrestling match, only better. The crowd noise sounded just like the fans during a meet, tricking his brain and making him forget to hold his towel in front of the obscene bulge in his singlet. “Just tell me where to go and I’m ready.” “I can tell,” Dave said as they turned a corner and stopped in front of a curtain. He reached out and rubbed Max’s muscles just like his coach at school before a match, with a few added strokes along the outline of his cock. “Once you hear your name announced, pull the curtain, hop up on the platform and get going. Do some poses, maybe a wrestling stance or two, then show us what you can do. You’ll get better tips if you go out into the audience a little, but don’t stay out there. They’ll never let you go. ” Dave stepped into the room beyond the curtain, and Max was left alone in the hallway. One last thought of running came to mind, but then a voice came over the speaker and asked the crowd to give it up for wrestling champ Max Rider. The cheer that went up was gigantic, and Max forgot all about running. Rushing through the curtain, he took two long strides and jumped up onto the stage. Max was caught off guard by the fact that it ran the length of the entire room, about 30 feet, but was only 4 feet deep. The wall behind him was mirrored head to toe, with six huge flat screen suspended above, all showing Max from a different angle. The music blasted as the crowd began hooting and hollering. The spotlight in the corner effectively left max blind, but he was sure there had to be at least 40 guys there just based on the shadows and voices he could make out. Ignoring his anxiety, he began by flexing his arms, chest, legs and butt. Once he’d gotten some significant applause, he got down into a wrestling pose and did a take down on the pole located at the far end of the stage. Hearing the guys whistle and clap seemed to make Max excited, in all senses of the word. His cock was about ¾ hard the entire time and working its way to full steam. After tossing in some tumbling and a handstand transforming into walking on his hands, he was running out of moves. Looking up at the tv over his head, Max was relieved to see they had a timer in the corner for how long he’d been up there, which just hit 7 minutes as he watched. “Enough stalling stud! Take it off!” came from the gallery. Do or die time. Max started by peeling away the shoulder straps of his singlet, followed by the helmet and elbow pads. He kept the knee pads on and did a running slide on them to the opposite side of the stage. The next five minutes were some of the most terrifying and thrilling of Max’s life. Once he got the singlet to his waist, he grabbed the oil and hopped into the front row and asked who wanted to oil his chest. The winner was a 20-something thin guy who had a gigantic dick and kept trying to get Max to touch it as he oiled his chest. Another audience member got excited and hoped up and did his shoulders and back, leading to a third guy reaching out, grabbing the singlet, and taking it down to Max’s ankles in one foul swoop. This was too much, so max hopped back on the stage and finished his legs himself. Somewhere in his mind he knew he wasn’t totally in control, and it was only reinforced when Dave climbed up next to him and insisted he be the one to oil up Max’s ass, and max didn’t argue. “Bend over and grab your ankles,” Dave ordered. Max did as he was told and felt as two large, rough Italian hands spread the oil up the back of his thighs, over his cheeks and into his ass crack. He tried to stand up, but Dave pushed him back to a bent position, then spread his ass and oiled the crack for at least a minute, teasing and pressing against the hole. His finger might have gone in if Max hadn’t regained his senses and pulled Dave’s leg out, getting him in a wrestling hold. The audience loved it, and apparently so did Max’s cock, as it was stone hard and dripping. “I’ll give you an extra hundred if you let me peel the jock off with my teeth,” Dave whispered so only Max could hear it. Max released Dave from the hold and stood up, nodding yes. Dave took his sweet time, running his scruffy cheek and lips over the jock before biting the waist band, and slowly dragging it down over the thick pink boy dick. Once the cock head cleared the elastic, it sprang up, flinging a string of precum into the audience. Somehow the teen wrestler with the pulsing pink dick, wearing only knee pads, wrestling shoes and a cock ring got the entire crowd to shut up. Max closed his eyes and began to rub his hands over his chest and abs. Once they were good and oily, he slowly reached down and began to work his dick and balls. As he got closer to cumming, the noise got louder. By the time his half hour was ending, he was still not quite there. A thought came to him and he jumped on it before he realized what he was doing. He turned around, dropped to his knees and spread his legs as far as he could, leaning his face against the mirror. Reaching back he slid one finger down the crack of his ass, circled the hole twice, then rammed it all the way in. He had only seconds until his load would come charging out, but with no other options, he simply threw his shoulders back until they hit the stage, with his head hanging off into the audience. Two strokes of his dick and one thrust of his finger and the explosion began, shooting over his body and into the first row of men. Groans and cheers surrounded him, many of his audience shooting their own load without Max ever knowing it. The next few minutes remain a haze in his memory, but Dave was proud to see the embarrassed straight boy lose himself in the moment, get up, wag his cock at the audience, collect his wrestling gear, and take a bow before rushing off to hide in his room. Back in the basement, Max was spinning faster than a tilt-a-whirl, half of his body tweaking from the tina, and half unable to move from the ghb. He answered a knock at the door to find a very happy Dave. “Fantastic show Max,” He pulled him into a hug, not caring about the sweat, oil, and cum all over Max’s chest. “Here’s the rest of the money plus a generous tip. You were the best I’ve ever seen! Any chance you’d consider doing more stuff for a lot more money?” “No way dude!” Max pulled away and grabbed his towel to cover his nudity and shame. “I can’t believe I did that stuff! I’m gonna shower, get dressed and go home.” “That’s fine. Too bad you can’t stick around though because a buddy of mine wanted to give you a t-shirt of tina as his tip. Room 30 if you change your mind.” Dave knew a new druggie when he saw one, and Tony told him how Max had gone from one purchase every few months to twice a week. He’d specifically given him more than he could possibly afford, knowing he’d be desperate for more and all too willing to exchange his virtue for some cash and crystal. “I…I’ll think about it man.” Max pushed Dave out of the room and disappeared to the showers, washing as fast as his ghb-ed brain could manage. Most of the men in the club were still upstairs so he managed to get clean and back to his room with only two guys making a grab for his cock and ass. When the door shut behind him, he whipped out his pipe and was horrified to see he had smoked most of his stash with Jax before the show. He took a couple big hits and decided to stop by Dave’s room just for the tina. He slid on his briefs and jeans, but couldn’t find his shirt. Knocking at the door, he could hear multiple voices talking in hushed tones. When it opened, Dave, Jax and another tall muscular man were inside, all stripped down to their underwear, including Jax, who had finished his shift. Dave, now in a leather jock with a tear away pouch, introduced Max to Sam, the third guy, who bore a striking resemblance to a wwe wrestler that Max couldn’t quite place. He was built buff and broad like Jax and Dave, but was smooth and had a small belly. Max thought the belly looked good on him, hot even, before remembering why he was there. “Of course Max, I have it right here.” Sam reached under a pillow on the be near him, which made Max notice that this room was much bigger than his, containing a weight bench, some sort of chair suspended from the ceiling and a queen size bed. “Wanna join us for a bowl?” “I guess.” Max was handed the clear glass pipe, but Sam lit the torch and cooked the bowl, forcing him to take a huge hit. He coughed and sputtered and Jax appeared next to him, guiding him to take a seat on the bed between he and Dave, who handed him a bottle of Gatorade to help with the choking. The liquid tasted a little funny, Max’s thought, but downed the entire bottle in a few minutes, while the pipe continued to make the rounds. At first Max was involved in the conversation, but soon found it hard to concentrate. Before he knew what was happening, he was agreeing to let Dave take some photos of him for some extra cash. Jax and Sam helped him to his feet and encouraged him to take off his jeans. He argued for a minute, but must have lost as Sam was sliding them down his legs. Jax had some sort of lightbulb moment and disappeared as Dave and Sam told Max where to sit or stand and what to do. Jax returned with some of the jocks and costume pieces from Max’s room, and helped Max to change into some of them for different shots. Max could hear a voice in his mind telling him this was gay and to run away from these fags, but it was so quiet and the guys were so commanding that Max couldn’t help but give in after every time he argued with them. Once they had shots of him in a bunch of different undies, Dave made a snide comment about how sad it was to see a young guy who couldn’t get it up.Max looked down to his crotch and realized he was soft. Embarrassed, he insisted he could get hard, he just needed a few minutes to jerk off with the porno. “Okay stud, here’s some lube and the tv is right over the bed there.” Dave directed Max’s drugged form to the bed and peeled away the last pair of undies, leaving him nude. “Take your time and get hard while I get some shots of Jax on the weights.” Watching the porn and laying down brought Max back some, allowing him to focus on working his pink dick and balls. In a few minutes he was almost fully hard, but couldn’t seem to get that last little push to full mast. Checking to make sure the other guys weren’t watching, he snuck his finger between his legs and poked at his hole. He worked it in to the second knuckle before he was interrupted. “Looks like Straight Max likes it up the ass,” Sam had turned around and was pointing out Max’s finger play to the others. “Nah man, I just don’t feel right,” Max interjected in his defense. “It’s like I am drunk or something.” “Oh damn, you must have gotten the Gatorade with the ghb be in it,” Jax postulated, knowing full well he had been feeding it to Max all night. The last bottle contained enough that Max was finally letting go, allowing for the next step in Dave’s plan. Max seemed worried but they assured him he’d be fine. “No wonder you need a little fingering to get it up man,” Sam sympathized. “but it’ll work faster if you do a little booty bump to get your ass warmed up.” “What’s that?” Max asked as Dave took a large crystal from the bag and placed it on the end of his lubed finger. “It’s just like smoking a bowl, but it will help get you horny.” Dave said, as Sam pulled Max’s legs open. “I’m gonna put it in this time cause you don’t know how and you might mess it up.” “Wait man, I don’t---UHHHN.” Max groaned as Dave replaced Max’s small finger with two of his thick meaty digits. Max tried to pull away, but Sam held him fast as Dave pushed the big rock as deep into his virgin ass as he could. With his free hand, Dave began stroking Max’s cock, ignoring Max’s feeble pleas for him to stop. A burning sensation deep in Max’s hole made him moan, which Jax decided to mute by taking off the white briefs he was wearing and shoving them in Max’s mouth. Much to his own disgust, the booty bump did the trick and Max was hard as a rock in minutes, leaking copious amounts of seminal fluid and suddenly hungry for another finger in his hole. Dave could see the fight fading out of Max’s eyes, and began working his fingers back and forth. The crystal had dissolved entirely by that point, and Max was primed for the cherry-popping. Jax pulled the briefs from max’s mouth and, as expected, he only moaned. The three men shared a look and a smile between them, acknowledging the rape they were about to commit. Sam released Max’s legs and moved to the end of the bed, where he set up a camera. Jax reached up to the head of the bed under a pillow and pulled out poppers, a butt plug, a huge bottle of lube, some adjustable cock rings and a cock pump. Dave stayed put, working Max’s hole, but releasing his cock to Jax who lubed it up and slid it into the cock pump. While their teen victim’s cock was pumped bigger than ever, Dave reached back and pulled at the snaps on the pouch containing his cock. Max could just barely see over the end of the bed when he raised his head, and began to squirm again once he saw the 9 inch uncut monster Dave was lubing up. “Don’t worry about that Max,” Dave leaned in and whispered to the stoned boy. “Sam’s got at least two inches on me. That’s why I am going before him.” Max jerked his head to where Sam was filming the action, and sure enough, stroking his 11” cut monster dick. The head alone was enough to split Max down the center, let alone the thick, veiny shaft. Max wanted desperately to push them off and make a run for it, but instead he got a shotgun hit of tina from Jax’s goateed mouth, followed by his first man-on-man kiss. His mind was screaming “disgusting,” but his body leaned into it and kissed back. “Fuck yeah, he’s ready.” Jax told Dave, who was coating his dick with tina-laced lube. Afraid for his life, Max tried with all his might to over-power the urge in his loins telling him to do it. It might have worked, except Dave simultaneously pulled his fingers from Max’s ass. “Don’t!” Max moaned, reaching out to try and stop Dave from depriving his hungry hole of something to fill it. “Put it back.” “Damn, this boy IS ready.” Sam said, laughing and moving in closer to get a good shot of Dave pulling Max to the end of the bed and putting Max’s legs up against his shoulders. “Give it to him Davey-boy.” “Don’t worry Maxwell, I’ve got something your ass will like even more.” Dave promised while working back his foreskin, pressing the head to the virgin hole, and leaning in. “FUCK!” Max screamed. His body shot back to almost total control, but Jax was prepared, holding Max down as one, two, three, six inches sank into his no-longer-virgin cunt. The men knew every boy’s first fuck was hard, and they were prepared to make sure this deflowering happened whether Max wanted it or not. “Take it out man! Jesus! Get off me you fucking faggot!” “You’ll regret that bitch,” Dave growled like an animal and started thrusting in and out, faster and deeper with each stroke. Within five strokes he was balls deep. Within fifteen strokes, he was up to a steady rhythm. By the 25th stroke, he was pounding Max like the whore he was meant to be. ‘No’s and cries for help were replaced with sobs, which turned to grunts, eventually becoming moans and whimpers, until Max was able to form words again. “Yeah. Fuck. That. Hole. Dave.” Max urged his rapist on. He felt guilt, shame and disgust at the core of his being. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he realized he was asking a man to fuck him like some two dollar prostitute. He also felt the most satisfying, complete physical sensation he’d ever known, like a constant orgasm, coming directly from where Dave’s cock head bottomed out in Max’s butt. “That’s right Max, you’re mine now. You’re nothing but a bottom bitch cumdump from now on. You’ll try to fight it after you leave tonight, but I guarantee you’ll be back in a week or two, pretending you haven’t spent every day dreaming about having me breed you again. Maybe you’ll even get a girlfriend to play house with, but she’ll just be keeping you busy until you have a man shooting inside you again.” Dave was now up on the bed, fucking Max so hard that his shoulders where next to his ears. Jax had to remove the cock pump because it was hitting Max in the face everytime Dave buried his dick balls deep in Max’s boyhole. “Open your eyes and look at me Maxwell. Good, now tell me you want me to cum in your ass. DO IT!” “Cum…Cum in my…” Max wanted it but admitting it out loud would take away the last straw of dignity he had. “Say it or I pull out right now and you’ll never have a dick inside you ever again,” Dave stopped his pounding and rammed his cock as deep as he could and held perfectly still waiting for an answer. Max was silent until Dave began to withdraw his massive meat, motivating Max to make the rightchoice. “Cum in my ass sir, please! I need you to cum in my ass right now!” Max screamed, reaching up to grab Dave’s hips and pull him back into the hole. “You asked for it.” Dave resumed pounding, kicking it up to top speed for the longest minute of Max’s life, a minute that Max wanted to continue forever. “Fuck, Fuck, FUCK. HERE I CUUUUUUMMMM!” Dave forced his dick a fraction of an inch deeper than the deepest he’d gone and flooded Max with two weeks of tina-filled cum. He tried to count how many pumps of sperm he unloaded in the sweet boy hole, but lost could around 18, which was somewhere near the middle. Once the last drip had worked its way out of his piss slit, he slowly retreated until only the head of his considerable cock remained lodged just inside Max.”Come take my place quick Jax.” Jax did as requested, hoping off the bed and sidling up as close as possible. Max moaned when Dave’s angry read cock head finally popped out, but settled down an instant later with Jax continuing where Dave left off. Dissatisfied with the position he was fucking his new toy, Jax thrust his muscular arms under Max’s shoulders and pulled his body up off the bed, fucking as they walked over to the weight bench, which was set on an incline. Once there, Jax spun Max’s legs until the boy was face down with his head downhill from his hole. Max lost track of time as he gave in to the bliss he felt with every thrust. He didn’t even object as Sam stuffed his mouth full of the giant dick that would eventually destroy his spermy, sloppy butt. “Here cums load number two. Take it Max!” Jax 8 ½ inches swelled and throbbed as he added another pint of baby batter to the straight cum receptacle he had schemed, drugged and abused. Jax knew at the moment of his orgasm that he had done the right thing. Max asked for more when Jax slid out with an audible pop, and then he remembered who was next in line. Dave was now working the camera as Jax jimmied the butt plug into max, and then helped him up and walked him over to the suspended chair the men called a “sling.” With Sam on his right and Jax on his left, they hoisted him into the leather contraption, and secured his arms and legs, before unplugging his ass. He was about to ask why they did that when Sam inserted 2/3rds of his massive meat into the boy in one thrust. Max screamed and passed out for a few minutes. When he awoke, Sam was all the way in, and Max was getting shotgun hits of tina from Jax and Dave. Max never did get used to the length and girth of the horse cock rearranging his organs, but he did beg for every inch of it when Sam got ready to shoot. There was no one left to fill Max after he received the third load, or so he thought. “Sam and I are headed to the shower, but we’re leaving the door open and Jax will be running the camera.” Dave told Max while force feeding him more ghb. “Sam stuffed another rock up your dirty hole, and it should kick in just in time for the news to spread that our straight stripper boy is open for loading. I expect you to have at least two more loads by the time I get back.” Max struggled against his bonds and begged for them not to do it as the g kicked in. They did it anyway.

Most of this story is true. Part 1. Losing my real virginity to Skinhead in London It was two days after my 18th birthday. I was out with some friends in London celebrating We'd been clubbing, met a few people and ended up back in basement bar of a hotel. The hotel it turned out was notorious for it's gay clientele. Which made mad sense - the people we met were cool - two gay gays, a very femme camp twink, and couple of fag hags who were now getting friendly with my two mates. Now I think back I realise I was supposed to be the prize for the gay guys or the twink to play with. I'd always been skinny. And with ginger hair and pale skin I must have looked delicious to these older gay guys. I was wearing a tight white t-shirt, skinny blue jeans and boots. I knew I was a bit camp and played up to it. But at the time I was straight. I'd had a couple of girlfriends, but only had sex twice. The first time was with a big girl at a party, I got hard but didnt know what to do. She knew what she wanted. She removed her knickers, parked her huge arse on me, straddled her big thighs over me and rode me until she had an orgasm. She then got off and left me there. The next time was with my new girlfriend. We'd done it once, but she had to grab my cock and put it in her. I pretended to cum. She told me she liked my cock, although it was the smallest one she'd fucked she said. I am about six inches and nice and straight. But even though it was small it was very good looking she thought - like the Johnny Depp of cocks - small but perfectly formed. She laughed and said my small balls and ginger pubes made my cock look cute. However even though I had nice tight balls I'd always produce a lot of cum! Thinking back I loved porn, and wanked a lot even to straight porn. But I always fantasised I was the slut on my knees getting a face full of cum or sucking cock. I love the idea of cocks up my arse, but I never had anything up there - i tried with a finger but it always hurt. But I'd play with my arse hole opening, rubbing a finger over my pink hole and pushing as much as I dared. I'd dream of being a slut on all fours when I wanked. I'd create rape fantasies of being forced and used, taken against my will and degraded. I'd cum in my hand or on the floor and hungrily lick it all up. I even used to be able to put my cock over my mouth and cum on pretty pink lips. As I mentioned, I'd cum a lot so spraying my mouth and face with huge spurts of cum was easy. Anyway, back to the hotel. Time was passing and everyone was getting pretty drunk. Most people in the hotel bar had left. I'd drunk a lot of beer and the ecstasy was wearing off. I staggered down the hallway, down some stairs and into the mens toilet. It was a big white tiled old fashioned toilet. Very bright and very white I remember. Six stalls facing some sinks and a big steal urinal at one end. I headed down and went for a piss - leaning with one hand against the wall for support. I took a big long piss and was thinking how fucked I felt and I should probably head off. I was supposed to see my girlfriend tomorrow. Just then someone came and stood next to me. He got his cock out and started pissing. He was standing very close, right next to me. I could smell him. Aftershave and sweat and leather. Even though I'd never had any experience before somehow I knew this man was gay. I glanced down and over and caught a glimpse of his cock. My heart started beating faster and my mouth went dry. Quickly I buttoned up and walked to the sinks. For some reason I then turned around and looked back - i just stood there. I was looking at the man pissing. He was taller than me - i was only around 5'8. He was easily six foot. Dressed like a skin head. Shaved head. Ripped jeans. Leather jacket on, boots, chains, the lot. His arms were covered in cool tatoos. Then he turned, took two steps away from the urinal and just stood there with his cock out. I couldnt believe it. I'd never seen anything like. This big white cock. So thick and so manly. With a prince albert on the end - a big silver ring piercing the head. Instinct took over and I walked towards him, got on my knees and took my first cock in my mouth. It was amazing. The taste, the feel, the heat of the flesh. So much bigger and more powerful than mine. I greedily sucked and tasted his meat. I was consumed with lust, finally I knew my place, I felt so at home on my knees with a cock in my mouth. I was transformed from a straight boy into the cock sucker I wanted to be. The cock was enough and I sucked in his balls and licked around his crotch tasting his body. I realised he was shaved which I liked, how did I know I liked that? I'd never even thought of it before and here I was deciding i liked shaved balls. I heard something behind which woke me from my delirious cock sucking. I looked around, I didnt see anyone but realised I was exposed. If someone saw me they'd know what I was. I was still straight and no one could find out. I dragged the skin head man into a stall and closed the door. I went to continue my cocksucking, but instead he kissed me. Harder and rougher than I'd ever been kissed. Forcing his tongue in my mouth and tasting me. I went weak at the knees - I was breathless and had never felt this turned on before even though I wasnt even thinking about my cock. He roughly pulled down my jeans and grabbed my cock and balls hard and twisted them. "You like that slut?" he said, "Yes sir, thankyou sir" I moaned. Where did that come from? I'd never called anyone sir before. He spun me around and pulled my cute white arse cheeks apart. I moaned and pushed back offering myself to him. It felt so natural. He ran a finder up my crack and I shivered in excitement. He tried to push a finger in, but I clamped shut. "Please no" I said "I'm a virgin, I'm too tight and it hurts". He didnt say anything, instead he knelt down. Then I felt it. His tongue on my arse. Oh my god that was incredible - like nothing else. The licking and the probing of his tongue. I began pushing back and moaning like a bitch on heat. I'd never felt anything like it and it was perfect. I was having the best sex of my life and I hadnt even touched my cock. I started moaning like the sluts in pornos "I'm a whore, lick my cunt hole, eat my pussy, use me like a whore... fuck my cunt like a bitch. Fuck my virgin cunt hole and make me your bitch". I was really going to town on the moaning, I was transformed from a straight boy into a drooling faggot. The skin head stood up and put one arm around my waste and the other around my neck. "You dont have a cunt" he said "you've got an arse hole and I'm about to fuck it. Do you want that? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to breed you?". I couldn't believe that my dream was about to come true. "Yes, please, fuck me. Fuck my arse". Even though I didn't know what it meant I begged him to breed me. It sounded slutty and I liked being a slut. It made my arse seem more like a cunt, and a cunt could be used to get a girl pregnant and I liked being more like a slutty girl. After all you cant breed an 18 year boy can you? He positioned his cock head against my hole. I moaned.. then I paused "Not with out a condom" I said and pulled away. I was suddenly awakened to my situation and how long I'd been down there. I'd better get back to my friends I thought. "I want you to come in my mouth" I said and tried to suck his cock again thinking I could get my reward quickly and rejoin my friends. No one would be any the wiser. "No, thats not what you want or need." said the skin head "I know what you want, but I guess tonights not your lucky night". With that he unlocked the toilet door and headed back upstairs. I washed my face and hands and sheepishly. I figured I'd head back upstairs and rejoin my friends, maybe pretend like it never happened. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was still feeling high and drunk. Even more now I thought. Normally I'd have sobered up a bit by now, but I was feeling even more drunk and things seemed blurry. Time to get a cab. I staggered out of the mens room and into the hall. To be continued.

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

My name is John, i'm 24, average height, slim build with soft brown hair and blue eyes, I'm not the best looking guy but I get my fair share of attention. i'd finished university in the summer, split up with my boyfriend and started my graduate job in a large business firm in the city. The company managed product development for major companies and brands so I was thrilled to get a place within such big company. My parents always told me to never turn down an opportunity that could take you somewhere. After working in the office for a few months I quickly got used to the fast pace, that started to creep into every part of my life. After working all week, putting in 50 hours, I was normally exhausted on a Friday night and would just head straight home and masturbate for as long as I could, it had been ages since I'd had sex, with work being so busy. That is however, until I got talked into going to a bar by one of my co-workers. He was married, unhappy about it, and constantly stressed in work. We went to a bar a couple of streets away from the office, It was dark and you would walk past it if you didn't know it was there. It wasn't the sort of place I imagined anyone in work would go to, least of all Mick. We sat at the bar and was served by an overly flirtatious girl, I rolled my eyes now realising why Mick came here; "Not your type then?" Mick asked me "She's certainly not anything I'm looking for." I said, realising i'd probably said too much. "Oh shit, I didn't realise you were gay, don't worry about it my nephew is gay, It doesn't bother me." "I...er... please don't tell anyone in work. It's hard enough being new without them knowing." I pleaded "John... relax, lets have a drink and i'll point you in the direction of the gay bars in the city, you need to try stop thinking about work all the time." We finished our drinks and after Mick had bitched about work and his family we headed out. He told me what train to get and explained where to go from there. I thanked him for the drink and told him I'd see him on Monday. Little did I know what was coming. I took the train to a part of the city I'd never been to before, walked the short distance and found a few bars with guys hanging around outside smoking. I walked into the bar with the least amount of guys hanging around outside, hopefully it meant the bar was quieter. I just wanted a couple of drinks and maybe a dance-floor fumble, I was still exhausted and hadn't prepared for any kind of sex, my pubes hadn't been trimmed for weeks and my ass wasn't clean. I grabbed a drink and found a stool at a table in the corner of a small but open bar and dance floor area. It was inoffensive and there was an okay selection of guys. Mostly in their 30's and upwards but I didn't mind a slightly mature guy. They tended to be less pushy. After nursing my drink for about 10 minutes or so a guy sat down across from me. He was in his late 40's, maybe. Good hair, perfect smile and from what I could see he kept himself in shape. It was his crisp white shirt that first caught my eye. "Hey, I'm Tom." It took me a minute to register what he said, I was lost in his bright blue eyes. "I'm John" I mumbled out, I couldn't stop looking into his eyes. "Are you here by yourself?" He asked, breaking our gaze and looking around the room. Once I regained my composure I smiled at him. "I've just came from work and was just looking for a quick drink, I'm not looking for anything else tonight." "You're a bit presumptive kid" he said laughing "How about I buy you one more drink, and then once we've chatted a bit you can try turn down my sexual advances then" He smirked at me and his blue eyes narrowed in a dangerous way, he turned for the bar and I found myself just sitting there. I wasn't normally as direct with guys, but there was something about Tom that made me feel slightly scared, even if my cock was growing in my briefs. Tom came back with two drinks, he handed mine over and I took a few long sips, trying to avoid conversation. "Sorry it took a while, I bumped into a few friends at the bar.... so, I'm guessing you're not from around here?" "I just moved to the city after I graduated, I got a job in the city. A friend told me about here, tonight, I thought I'd come take a look, I've not been out much since I moved." I quickly finished the rest of my drink, completely embarrassed by how pathetic I sounded. We chatted for another half hour or so, my cock stayed hard the entire time. I told him about myself, where I grew up, what I studied, how I've only had one boyfriend at Uni and how I hadn't had sex since we split up. He just sat there the entire time staring into my eyes, I realised I hadn't asked him anything about himself. "Sorry Tom I've not even asked you anything about yourself." "Don't worry about me, I find you very interesting. How did you and your ex have sex?" I was surprised, I wasn't expecting such a blunt question, I guessed it was only fair after our conversation earlier. "Well...I'm versatile, but I mostly fucked him" I said timidly "You cum in his ass boy?" "I...eh...no, we only played safe, the condom broke once, but we stopped." I was surprised at myself for telling this stranger about me and my ex's sex life. "I'm sorry Tom, I really should be going home, thank you for the drink." I stood up and turned towards the door. Tom stood as quickly as I had. He was six foot, and his chest and arms looked very buff. I glanced at his crotch too and he had a nice bulge under his black suit trousers. "Wow kid, slow down, just asking you some friendly questions. If you insist on leaving, at least let me walk you back to the train station. It's easy to get a bit disorientated in this part of town." I let him walk me down the street towards the train station, the fresh air must have gone to my head, I was beginning to feel a bit dizzy and my vision was getting blurry. I felt Toms' arm around my waist holding me up, we turned a corner. I didn't remember walking this much when I first got off the train. "Whats happening...I don't feel right" I mumbled finding it harder to walk now. "Shhh...Not much farther, my car is park just over here. You must have had too much to drink...." Tom said with a wicked smile, although I couldn't see it. We walked a bit further and I heard the sound of a car door being opened, I felt myself being laid across the back seat, too limp to say no. While lying there with my eyes closed I could hear mumbled voices outside of the car, I think I heard Tom say; "I'm going to claim him first, I'll text you when he's ready"

THERE NEEDS TO BE A TOTALLY WEBSITE FOR POZ PERSON TO POST ROOMATES WILLING TO SHARE AN APARTMENT OR OTHER HOUSING ALSO MATCH PEOPLE NEEDING HOUSING

Let's revive this topic! Club New Orleans (RIP) during Southern Decadence was incredible. I always have fun at Club San Diego (good mix of military guys, Latinos, college guys and porn performers). Haven't been to Steamworks Chicago in a while, but still have fond memories.

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I guess to each his own mine don't work that well from radiation but will keep them around. but rest of holes work real well

rubadubdub, 3 men and I was in the tub. I'd gladly do it again.

Good question! I started to enjoy BB sex about 3 years ago. Always knew and understood the risks. Then it happened, I thought I was gifted. Honestly the feeling was amazing. I wasn't looking for it to happen, but I had signs of Fuk Flu, and thought it did. It ended up not being the case though. At that point, I had made up my mind, I had no issues in being pozzed, BUT I wanted to know who did it, rather than just being a random cum dump. I want someone that would be an ear to lean on as I convert. Someone who has been there, and that I could talk to if I needed to. Yea, I know, somewhat of a hopeless romantic. My thought process is this. Once a conversion takes place, there is plenty of time and opportunity to be a random dump. When it comes down to it, its a personal decision. I had thought about Prep until the time I thought I was pozzed. Something seemed to change. Guess its up to you. You seem to know the risks, its just a matter if you are OK with becoming poz. As suggested, use Prep as training wheels, and see where it goes.

Part 11 Home Slice I felt safe with Dante after he confronted the two ass holes that came into our room while he was gone. Luckily for me they had barely started to rape me when Dante returned. At first I was scared that Dante was going to kill them right where they stood, but thankfully to our host here he let them walk out of here. I asked him about them but knew better then to pursue an answer. I was sure that there was something specific he had in mind for them and I knew I’d find out in due time, but for now it was time for another slam and more of my man's poz cock and his dirty cum. He took great care with me as he administered my slam then his own. He then resumed fucking me and seeding my hole. The poz talk continued and I couldn’t get enough of his poz cum. The idea and anticipation of becoming poz had me so turned on I wanted as much of his cum be could give me. Dante I wanted to kill them when I first saw them raping my boy. They were lucky that we were at my friends place, if I had a way to control the situation better they would be dead now, but I had better plans for them in mind. I had one of my crew that was at the party with me to call for some help as he followed the two. Once they were in an area where they could be ‘persuaded’ to accompany them to my place they were go grab them by knocking them out when chloroform. Then once they were back at my place they were to be blind folded, shaved head to toe, restrained in slings and slammed hard before they were to be fucked by any and everyone who wanted their asses. From my friend who was hosting the party the two were cocky, total tops who (from what my friend told me) were neg on PrEP. They came to the party just to fuck ass, and, apparently, any ass they cound find. They found the wrong ass to fuck. When the party began to wind down we got dressed and stared to head out. We spotted the convertee as he was being helped out of the sling. We could see the cum dripping from his well fucked hole. Home Slice stared very long as he rubbed his own ass. I had to nudge him that we were leaving. Home Slice As we were leaving the kid who had been fucked am night long by everyone who came to the party, with the exception of my Dante, was being helped out of the sling. I stared in amazement as the cum flowed from his well fucked hole. It made me wonder what it would be like to be fucked like he had been fucked. Dante had to pull me out of my trance as I watched the action before me. Once in the car I had to ask Dante, “Why didn’t you set up something like that for me?” Dante told me, “The only DNA I want you to have is the DNA I have. That will come from me,” he paused for a few seconds, “or Miguel. I know you’ll never repeat what I’m about to tell you.” He paused again before continuing. “Miguel is the only man who has ever fucked me. He did that when I was 18 and just starting to do business with him. He felt it would bind the two of us as brothers just as I want us bound together by he bug.” Dante From Home Slice's questions I knew that was something stirring in his mind. I knew he was itching for something more then what I was giving him. I knew he had that curious itch within him. I knew he also needed to be prepared for what was about to happen within the next week when he gets the fuck flu. I had to ask him, “Are you disappointed that I only Miguel and I have fucked you?” He was quick to answer, “No, not at all.” I stared to explain to him, “First I want to prepare you for what will probably happen this week. You’re going to sero-convert, in other words, it’s the sign that you’re beginning poz, in other words you’ll come down with the fuck flu. You’ll feel really bad, sore and achy all over. That will last 3 to 5 days before you’ll start to feel normal again.” I saw a little grin appear I his face as I continued, “With the amount of poz cum I’ve for into you, I’m surprised your not sick already.” The grin on his face grew as he said, “Can’t wait.” After his enthusiastic answer I had an idea on how to celebrate. It was something I knew Home Slice would love. I told him, “I have a idea of how we can celebrate your sero-conversion, once you’ve tested HIV positive, we can celebrate by putting you I the sling on a Friday night, keep you high as a kite and let anyone and everyone fuck you until you can’t be fucked any more.” He didn’t answer right away, he just smiled before he answered with a “Fuck yeah, I’d like to experience that.” I quickly added, “This will be a one time thing. I prefer not to share you with anyone, but the way you’ve reacted so well to my pozzing you, I think I can get you this one wish.” Home Slice Fuck yeah, one I poz I can get gang banged. I let Dante know, “I understand that this would be a one time thing, and I don’t want anyone other than you as well. This would be a great way to celebrate and let the crew know I was HIV positive.” We pulled into the garage of his condo. Nothing as said as we climbed out of his car and walked into the condo. I wasn't really surprised when I saw the two guys from the party restrained in slings getting fucked by members of the crew. Dante leaned towards me and told me what was going on with them and what the plan was for them in response to their attempted rape. After their addiction to Tina and their conversion to total bottoms they were to be shipped south of the border to Miguel where they were to be out to work as whore's. Miguel would make sure they were continually be kept high on Tina and forced to serve any man did wanted to fuck them. Dante knew that Miguel would make them pay for what they did. Looking at the two guys getting fucked I stared to get hard. I stared to think how ironic it would be if I fucked them. I tugged at Dante’s arm and after him, “You think I could fuck them?” Dante answered me with a question, “Can you get it hard enough to fuck them?” I answered by pulling my jeans and underwear off and letting my hard cock spring free. Dante didn’t answer as he too dropped he pants as I stripped the rest of my clothes off as one of the crew was about to blue his load inside one of the ‘rapists’. Once he was done I quickly stepped up and, for the first time in my life, fucked a guy. I didn’t hold back anything as I pounded as hard as I could. Dante was giving the guy I the sling next to me. It took me a good 30 minutes before I felt my balls tingle. I knew my orgasm was eminent as I began to fuck faster. I roared out, “FUCK! I’M CUMMING!” as I shot a huge load into his ass.

Fucking brilliant story man and well written. Keep up good work!

Matt and Josh – Breeding and Seeding Party Of course, I had started making plans for the party before I had gone to see Sam. Getting my official test results was just the final piece of the plan. When I had told Sam about the party he was amused, as he said Matt and Josh had already invited him to the “special party” that Saturday Afternoon, but had not filled in the details. Dean, the nurse from the clinic had immediately accepted the invitation, when I told him about the party. I promised him that he could be a cum dump for all of the hot poz guys who would be there. Ben had no idea what to expect, other than I told him that I’d been speaking to Matt and Josh that week and that they had invited us around for a barbeque and some hot tub time that Saturday. Of course Ben knew that with those guys hot tub time equated to hot fucking time! I’d also spoken to Zach and his husband Billy and they had arranged for the twins to join us as well. The arrangement was that everyone would be wearing some sort of gear, and they would all be there before Ben and I arrived. In line with the little illusion that I had been maintaining, we would all have “safe sex” until the big reveal. Ben seemed more excited than usual before a planned sexual encounter. I was perhaps because I told him that there would be some hot new guys to play with. Exactly on time we arrived and I rang the doorbell and waited. I hadn’t met Josh and Matt, but I had seen their pictures online. I was somewhat surprised when the door was opened by Brent, wearing a black latex wrestling singlet with yellow trim. It was totally opaque, hiding his biohazzard tattoo, as planned. Also true to his colors, when I leaned in to give him kiss I caught the faint odor of piss. I guessed there was going to be a repeat of the piss play from the party. I wondered how Ben would react, as he had never expressed any interest in watersports. Ben looked at me quizzically. “You know him?” I grinned back at him. “Oh, we’ve met before.” Ben just smiled, as he liked what he saw. Brad appeared wearing a similar singled to Brent, except that it was dark blue, also with yellow trim. Brad was obviously curious about the “husband” of mine that was going to be the guest of honor at the party, and I could see that just as Ben was hot for Brent, Brad was turned on by Ben. He moved forward and gave Ben a hug and a deep kiss on the lips. Ben looked at me with a look of confusion, as if he did not know what to do next. I knew why. His pissy odor was nowhere near as subtle as Brent’s and Ben didn’t know how to deal with it. As Brent and Brad turned around to go inside I glanced down at Bens crotch, and realized from his rapidly growing erection that is was not going to be a problem. Ben put his arms around Brad and followed him inside. We walked through to the play area. Everyone was already there, drinking beer. Josh and Matt were wearing neoprene backless boxer briefs, Sam was wearing a pale blue spandex wrestler singlet. Zach and Billy were dressed in matching leather harnesses and jocks. Dean was wearing a shorty wetsuit, with zippers that ran all the way down the front and up to the middle of his back. Obviously designed more for fetish purposes than for surfing. Jeremy was barely concealing his engorged massive cock in a tiny pair of white Japanese style speedos. Ben and I rapidly stripped off our clothing. Under my jeans and t-shirt I was wearing red cycling bib-shorts and Ben had on sky blue compression tights. The guys were obviously horned up and ready for action. Everyone except Ben knew that the primary goal of the day way was to breed and seed Dean with their toxic loads. Jeremy wasted no time. He got up and went over to Dean and started kissing him. Matt and Josh moved over as well. Matt zipped down the front of the wetsuit and dove in and started licking his salty, sweaty flesh, while Josh was nibbling his ears and slurping on his neck. Brad and Brent took a fancy to Ben and had sandwiched him between their two latex clad bodies. I could only imagine how strong the Baker boys fragrance must have been to Ben squeezed between them. Both Sam and I had gone down on our knees. I was eating out Billy’s ass and Sam was working on Zach. Billy’s ass was as well used as Zach’s, and he had obviously been recently fucked, as I could taste the cum mixed in with his ass juices. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Brad who was standing behind Ben had pulled his engorged cock out of the fly of his latex suit and was rubbing it on Ben’s spandex covered ass. Brent whispered something in Ben’s ear and Ben grinned. The next thing I was aware of was the sound of splashing. Brad was pissing on Ben’s butt and a few seconds later a stream started running down Brent’s legs. He was pissing in his latex singlet. To my surprise a cascade started between Ben’s legs. He was pissing his tights. I had no idea that he was into that! It turned me on to the point that I immediately needed to fuck Billy. I pulled down the front of my bib shorts releasing my cock and I slid it straight into Billy’s needy hole. Sam pulled down the front of his swimsuit and slid into Zach. Dean had seen what Brad, Ben and Brent had done and started filling his wetsuit with his own hot piss. As it started to gush through the zippers, Matt and Josh pulled them open revealing his spraying cock and tight asshole. Josh pulled out his cock, spat on it and lined it up on Dean’s hole. Matt slicked up Dean’s piss wet dick with spit and backed onto it. Brad pulled down the back of Ben’s tights and was penetrating him, while Brent pulled down the front, releasing his rock hard cock and guided it to his hole. Within moments Josh was furiously fucking Dean who was fucking Matt, Brad was fucking Ben who was fucking Brent, I was fucking Billy and Sam was sandwiched between Zach and Jeremy. All of us with the exception of Ben knew that we were not going to cum until we penetrated Dean’s ass with out toxic cocks. Josh made no effort to slow down his orgasm and he was excited to the point that he came deep in Dean’s bowels within a minute or two. As he slid out of Dean’s ass he spoke. “Here’s an idea guys: As a soon as anyone cums, you all have to stop fucking and find a new ass to plow. And Dean here is ready for a new dick and his hole comes pre-lubed.” We all took turns fucking each other but made sure the we all dumped a load into Dean. The only one of us that didn’t was Ben, but Matt, Josh, Jeremy, Brad and Brent all made sure that they loaded him up as well. The rest of us, we spread our second loads of the afternoon at random once Dean and Ben had been loaded. Everyone had come more than once and we were all pretty much spent, Matt suggested that we get out of our gear and hop in the hot tub. That was the cue for the moment of truth. Matt, Josh, Jeremy, Brad and Brent stood in front of Ben and stripped, revealing their tattoos. Ben just stared at them in a trance, looking a their grinning faces and their tattoos. Josh spoke. “We had new blood work done recently. High viral load, totally toxic. We’ve been poz for quite a while, and finally decided to mark ourselves.” Ben looked horrified. “What the fuck did I just do? I let these poz guys cum in my ass!” I grinned at him. “It’s not what you just did…it is what you did when you first did it.” Ben looked at me mystified. I continued. “I got tested this week. You know it was not ordinary flu that you had a couple of months ago, and I had a few weeks later than you, don’t you?” he still seemed to not understand so I had to help him out. “Ben, you were having bareback sex with poz guys behind my back, and got pozzed.” Josh looked at him with a confused expression. There were some parts of the story that I didn’t share with the guys when I was arranging the party. Jesse spoke up “Dude, the first time we met you at Sam’s, you were so eager to take our bare cocks we assumed you knew we were poz. I thought you know the group of guys Sam regularly sleeps with….” His voice trailed away as he realized that he had probably said too much. Everyone just looked at each other awkwardly. After a few seconds I broke the silence. “When I saw how willing you were to bareback the first three times we had a threesome, and how you and Sam continued fucking after you knew the condom broke, I was curious. So I did some research on bareback hookup sites, looking at profiles.” I looked him directly in the eyes, and I could see he was close to tears. “Guess what; I found Sam, and he says does not know his status but is probably poz. And that he’ll get fucked by anyone irrespective of status. I also found Jim. Pretty much the same story. As for Matt and Josh, they have no problem stating in their profiles that they are poz. So it all fits together now. Sam probably fucked you bare the day you guys met up again and pozzed you and then you pozzed me a week or three later.” Ben burst into tears and I just laughed. “Too late for that now, Ben. I believe that you’ve taken loads from everyone in this room except Dean. And I am almost certain they are all poz. The only guy who is probably still neg is Dean, and he is here to be bred and converted. We had better make the most of it. It’s now your turn to take as many toxic loads as you can.” Sam looked at Ben. “Don’t feel too bad, those dirty little sluts Matt and Josh talked me into bareback fucking and taking loads from them and they probably pozzed me too.” Josh chimed in “Yeah. Why do you think you always got our loads and Sam’s when we fucked? We wanted to make sure. We love taking loads just as much as you but you needed them.” Ben had a further pang of remorse. “What about Dino and Steve, they thought we were neg?” I laughed again. “Well, just like us, Steve was goody two shoes while Dino was getting fucked raw every time he went out of town on a business trip. Dino said the neg foursome was Steve’s idea, and that since he had been having a lot of raw sex on the side and was not sure of his status he would understand if we just dropped the whole idea. I said it was ok, having figured out we were probably poz already after the fuck flu. After we fucked, Steve felt so guilty and they went and got tested. He was very upset to find out they were both poz, but I said I was cool with it.” Now it was Dean’s turn to speak up. “Ben, you haven’t fucked me yet. I’m neg and I’m here to take poz cum, so take control of your new freedom to load up my gut.” “ After Ben fucked him and gave him his final poz load of the day, Dean tested everyone in the room who did not already know their status. Unsurprisingly everyone was poz except for Dean, so we celebrated by another round of fucking and breeding and seeding.

Part 21 It was early Wednesday afternoon before Rob finally woke up. When he opened his eyes and glanced around he realized that he was definitely not in his hotel room. He was naked in a small nondescript room containing a couple of chairs, a large cabinet and a small bed. He wasn’t in that bed however. He found himself curled up in what appeared to be a fleece pet bed inside a large dog cage with thick metal bars. He went to test the strength of the bars but found his hands locked and encased in thick stiff mitts. He couldn’t really grasp the bars; all he could do was hit against them with his open palms. There were also iron manacles around his ankles connected with a short chain so even if he did get out of the cage he wouldn’t get far. His ass was immensely sore. He was afraid to look, but tried to position himself to catch a glimpse in the full length mirror across the room. He could only rise up on all fours due to the height of the cage and it was narrow enough that he couldn’t really turn enough to see his ass in the mirror. When he touched his ass with his mitted hand he found it to be very tender and it felt swollen to him. That was the least of his problems, he had come down of his drug high and his whole body itched and ached for another fix. He was trembling and didn’t know why. He just knew he needed something to make him feel better. Rob called out “Hello… Hello; Can anybody hear me?” There was no answer. All he could do was lay there in the cage curled up in a ball and try not to think about how horrible he felt. He also was parched; he really needed something to drink. There was some sort of bottle hanging from the cage door down near his feet. He crawled around and managed to turn himself to face the door. Sure enough it was a water bottle with this strange looking nozzle. Rob tried to remove the bottle and nozzle but without his fingers he was unable to do so. He stared a little longer at the nozzle and realized it was shaped like a penis. He needed water so he took the penis nozzle in his mouth and sucked on it like a baby bottle. He was rewarded with a trickle of water. He recognized the strange taste. Where ever he was, it also had the same strange tasting water as the water at Master Nick’s Leather shop. He was so thirsty he drank nearly the whole quart bottle and then he lay back down. He still felt bad but the water did perk him up a little. It also made his cock harden. Now he was in misery and horny. About an hour later Nick entered the room. “Nice to see you survived your party,” he said. “Nick please let me out of this cage, I need to go; people will be looking for me,” begged Rob. Nick just shook his head and then sternly replied, “First off boy, you need to address me as either Sir, Master or Master Nick, do you understand?” Rob did not reply so Nick kicked him through the cage bars. “Do you understand?” “Yes Sir,” replied Rob.” “Next,” Nick continued, “I don’t think anyone will miss you; in fact most people will be glad you are gone, apparently you didn’t treat people too well.” “As far as your job, you put in your resignation on Monday via your cell phone.” Nick paused and looked at Rob’s shocked face. He then started laughing, “Well actually you were fired after those pornographic pictures of yourself were sent to the company wide e-mail distribution list from your phone.” “Who knew your HR department had such stringent rules about the distribution of pornographic material via company e-mail.” Rob was horrified and speechless. He knew the power of sending pictures on someone else’s phone, after all he had done it many times and had a record of destroying peoples’ relationships, reputations and lives in the process. He never expected that he would be caught up and ruined in a similar manner. After Nick decided his last informational tidbit had settled in with Rob he continued with more news. “Since you have your rent, utility and other bills all on automatic payments, none of your creditors will notice you are gone either.” “We’ll keep an eye on things for you though; that file you stored on your phone with all your account numbers and passwords is so useful.” “But enough of that chit chat, we need to help you in your quest to be transformed into a cum dump bottom.” Nick walked over to the cabinet in the room and retrieved a loaded point from it. He returned to the cage and squatted down to get closer to Rob. “I imagine you are feeling pretty sick right now.” “Coming down from the party drugs is such a bummer.” “It’s only going to get worse unless you get another fix.” With that Nick started waving the syringe back and forth in front of Rob. “You ready to feel better pig boy?” Rob now fully realized why he felt so terrible. Although Rob tried to act the part of a tough guy, he knew he needed the meth. He extended his arm through the cage bars to get slammed. He felt so much better once the drugs were in his system. Now between that and the fuck water he had drunk, he was ready for some sex. Nick sent a text on his phone and a few minutes later two men entered the room. One was a young well-built ginger that had a familiar look to Rob. The other guy was carrying a video camera and started filming. The ginger took off his clothes and his hard cock sprung out and pointed at Rob. “You remember Red don’t you,” Nick asked Rob. Rob shook his head no. In fact he was a bit apprehensive about the question. He had to admit though the guy had a good body. “Red, turn around and spread your ass cheeks maybe that will jog the pig’s memory.” The ginger smiled and then turned around, spread his cheeks and pressed his ass against the cage bars. It then hit Rob; it was the ginger from the first party. He had fucked that ass at least twice he recalled. Rob licked his lips and patted the smooth ginger’s ass with his mitted hand. “Have a seat Red; the pig will be over in a minute.” Red sat in a chair spread his legs and started to slowly stroke his cock. Nick turned to Rob and said, ”Time to hone your oral skills, crawl over there and suck Red’s cock.” Nick unlocked the cage and opened the door. Rob exited and tried to stand, but Nick quickly hooked his boot on the chain connecting Rob’s ankles and tripped him. Rob fell with a thud. ”I said CRAWL over there and service Red’s cock.” Rob took Red’s cock in his mouth and started to slowly suck. Red grabbed Rob by the back of the head and forced Rob down on his cock. “Don’t be shy pig, I may be a bottom but I do love when a fellow pig services my cock.” Once Rob had his face buried in the ginger pubes, Red held him there and said “Breathe in that smell and concentrate.” “You are there to pleasure me that should bring you pleasure as well.” The slam had twisted Rob enough that it was easy for him to not think about what he was doing but rather only the pleasure of doing it. Red started pumping Rob’s mouth and throat. He grabbed Rob by the ears to control the depth of his strokes. Rob quickly was deep throating on his own and Red shot his sperm down Rob’s throat. “You’ll get better with some more practice.” Red and Nick helped Rob to his feet and led him to the bed. Rob was confused as they got him positioned on his knees with his ass pointed toward the center of the bed. “Red just said he was a bottom, why would he fuck me,” thought Rob. Red took two fingers and probed Rob’s ass, Rob just sighed at the intrusion. Red then got on the bed in the same position with his ass pointed towards Rob. It made no sense to Rob until Nick showed up with a double headed dildo. Nick greased the dildo up with some T-laced lube and pressed one end in Red and the other in Rob’s ass. Having something in his ass was meeting another need for Rob and all his pleasure signals started firing to his brain again. He slowly bucked his ass to try to get the toy to slide across his prostrate but wasn’t having a lot of success. Red chuckled and yelled back to Rob,” This is what you need ass muscle control for.” With that Red squeezed his ass tight on the dildo and thrust his hips back toward Rob. The motion drove another 4” of the dildo up Rob’s ass in one quick movement. Rob yelped. Red then gripped the dildo with his ass and pulled out a few inches of the dildo from Rob’s ass, only to repeat the previous action and drive more back in. After a few repetitions Rob started getting the idea and started to mimic Red and would drive the dildo further into Red. While his ass muscle control wasn’t on par with Red, he was learning. It became almost a contest to see who could impale the other the deepest on the dildo. The pair fucked each other on opposite ends of the two headed toy for nearly an hour before Nick stopped them. “That’s enough for today boys.” “We got some great footage for the website.” “I think the subscribers are going to love it.” Nick pulled out the dildo with a plop. Red jumped up and got dressed. “I’ll be here Thursday at the normal time for the party,” he said as he walked out the door. Rob on the other hand was put back in his cage. The cameraman brought in a dog bowl full of soft mushy food and placed it in the cage with Rob. He also refilled the water bottle. Nick looked at Rob as he was relocking the cage and said “Eat up; you’ll start your work-outs tomorrow morning.” “We need to have you fully recuperated so you can be in service tomorrow night for the jockstrap party.”

Had a fuck buddy who was an attending physician at a hospital near me and said his partner wasn’t giving it up enough so he snuck me into one of the on call rooms after I had just been bred by another bud and he slid in bareback without hesitation and gave me a second load once I told him he was getting sloppy seconds.

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): boy or whatever the top wants. Your cell number (for texts and voice calls? message me on here or A4A (Orionboy1) A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Tampa FL 33614 Times you're generally not available: Flexible schedule Age: 30 Height: 5'10" Weight:160 Ethnicity: white sub bottom boy, waxed smooth hole, Always have fresh poppers.

2. Thanks for the positive feedback guys, here's part two for you to enjoy My eyes were drawn as he peeled back more of his foreskin to full reveal the mushroom head, “Suck it” I was instructed from the other side and instinctively I stuck my tongue out, he moaned lightly as my tongue grabbed the little bead of precum, my lips wrapped around his dick-head, and my mind went into sensory overload. The taste; both the salty sweet taste of his precum, “Ummmm delicious….” I unconsciously murmur. I licked up and down his shaft, eager to trace every vein and fold of his foreskin and fat precum leaking mushroom head. One thing I had not learnt so far is how to orally deal with a big thick cock, but damn I was hungry to learn...his cock felt warm and heavy in my mouth, but it was tasty and perfect and I felt elated especially as for a newbie like me. I was able to move my head back and forth getting more and more in without gagging, but drool and slobber was running out of my mouth as I battled to take as much cock as I could down my throat. “That’s enough, pull off and turn around” he instructs. “Why have I done something wrong?” I worriedly ask. “No mate you keep doing whatever you're doing I shoot and I don’t want to cum just yet and certainly not waste it down your throat! Now do as I say, turn around and push your arse up tight to the gloryhole, dummy..." Whilst I’m saying, “I’ve never been fucked before….” I’m doing as told and for some reason just wanting this connection, wanting this cock and his cum. As soon as my butt was pushed up against the partition wall he tenderly gave my cheeks a few kisses before parting them as best he could and suddenly the heavens parted with them as his tongue hit my hole. I felt a jolt of electricity hit my body and course through my body like never before scoring a direct hit to my cock and balls which jumped and spat out a huge gob of precum. “Holy fuck, holy, holy shit, fuck holy fuck shit fuck damn.” The man had very strong rim skills, he poked and prodded, licked and sucked, kissed and ate, spreading my ass cheeks wider, eager to get in deeper. Ravenous, he treated my ass like a starving man’s buffet, eager to make sure he got every taste of me as I felt his sexual appetite rise to fucking insane levels. I felt his warm breath on me, in me, as he took a small break to breathe. He dived back in with renewed energy, digging deeper, harder, faster, stronger with every flick of his tongue! I couldn't feel where my hole ended and his tongue began, I was enjoying every single moment of it. My hole sent every wave of pleasure straight to my dick, and my right hand was immediately magnetized to it, while my left arm had to brace myself against the opposite partition wall as I knew my body would give in without support. It only took a few strokes and I was shooting cum all over the wall and floor. Fuck! It was like I had drenched everything with a gallon of my cum. My mind went blank.

Part 60 - Reunion Ric woke up next to Marty and Zac. His stiff morning cock was pressing at the entrance to Marty’s hole and he wanted to thrust in and fuck Marty like he had done numerous times before. He decided instead to get up and save his load in case he could hookup with Spencer again and help make sure that he joined the club. He wandered over and grabbed his phone and took a look. Six unread text messages. He had one from his mom asking if he was ok. One from Ethan asking where he was from yesterday afternoon. One from Jason wanting to fuck sometime Saturday. One from Alex and two from Dave. Ric’s cock twitched and he heart started beating faster. He opened the chat from Dave and read: “7:58 PM: hey. good to hear from u. busy tonite, meet tomorrow? U at reg pool or jock pool?” “1:13 AM: just tagged a swim coach at bar. said he got fucked earlier. guy he described sounded like u” Ric laughed and decided that he wasn’t going to be the sole breeder of Spencer. If it was going to be someone else, Dave was probably a good person to share the deed with. He played a few games on his phone while the other guys slept. They looked exhausted when he came back to the room the night before after their tag team of the other swimmers. At 7 AM, he woke the guys up and they all got showered and dressed. They got down to the breakfast area later than they were supposed to and the coach was none too happy. “Where the heck have you guys been? You look terrible. Did you guys get any sleep? You better not have been drinking.” the coach barked. All he got was three groans. Ric and the other three swimmers looked well rested and ready for the second day of camp. After a quick breakfast they piled into the van and went over to the university pool. Ric hadn’t paid attention to where they went the day before but today he was keen to make sure he knew what building they were in. They pulled into the parking lot and the coach parked the van. The team went back into the building, with Shane, Marty and Zac all dragging behind. Ric had a large duffel bag over his shoulder and a smaller one in his right hand. As they got closer Ric saw in big letters on the side of the building “Thomas Shelton Memorial Athletic Center.” He repeated it over and over to himself as they walked inside and to the locker room. The team dressed for the days activities and once again, Ric went to his spot from the day before, book in hand. He hadn’t even read one page from the book so far, it was there just in case he got bored. He looked around and saw another team arrive with the coach hassling two of the swimmers who looked as tired as Shane, Marty and Zac did. He looked closer and it was the two guys that his roommates had brought back and then kicked Ric out. Ric waited until 9:30AM and started sending replies to the text messages he had missed. First was to Dave: “hi. sry i missed ur msg last nite. at thomas shelton athletic center. be here all day, at hotel after 5” The next went to Jason: “with swim team at camp out of town. be back tomorrow nite” He read the message from Alex: “8:01 PM: finally got tested. neg. guess it was reg flu. wtf?” Ric chuckled and said to himself “I guess I’m not as good as I thought.” He typed out a reply: “sry i didnt reply last nite. out of town. we need to try harder. need to breed u every day til it happens ;)” He sat back and watched the new exercises that the guys were going through. He scoped out all of his favorite guys from the day before. A couple of the college swimmers weren’t there and he decided he really was into guys four or five years older than him. He watched as the swimmers all started practicing their starting dives. They would dive and a college swimmer or coach would show them what to improve. It was a little hypnotic and when he felt a hand on his shoulder he almost jumped out of his skin. “Sorry, dude. Didn’t mean to scare you” said Joe. Ric got a big grin on his face as he turned around and saw Dave standing there. “Dave! Its fuckin’ great to see you again” Ric said as he moved closer and hugged him. Ric really wanted to kiss him, but decided that would be a bad idea, possibly for both of them. He stepped back and saw him standing there in a tank top and sweat pants. He would have preferred him naked, but that wasn’t going to happen. They sat down and started to chat. Catching up on things that had happened since they last saw each other at Ric’s club initiation. Ric told him about how he got the entire swim team pozzed, half by himself and then as a group effort with the other guys. He told him about his dad and what a poz slut he had become. After about the tenth time Ric called him Dave, Joe stopped Ric and said “There’s something I need to tell you.” Ric’s heart sank. He figured that Dave was about to tell him to stop contacting him and move on. He almost started to cry, but said “Yeah?” “Dave is my escorting name. We’re kinda past that. My real name is Joe. I consider you one of my friends, Ric. We may not see each other all the time, but we’re connected. You’re almost like my little brother” Joe said. “Oh, OK” Ric said, with a tear running down his cheek. Joe smiled and wiped the tear off and asked “What’s wrong?” “Nothing. I just never could figure out where I stood with you. Was I just a client or was there more?” Ric said. “Yeah, we met with you being a client. But it evolved. As I said, I consider us friends. Friends that sometimes fuck. I do have a boyfriend, so thats probably as far as its going to go. I hope that’s OK?” “Yeah, thats cool” Ric replied and a big smile slowly formed on his face. They talked some more and then Ric asked “Your message said that you hooked up with a coach last night?” “Haha. Theres a gay club I go to by my apartment and this guy I hadn’t seen before was on the dance floor. My boyfriend and I hit on him and eventually I took him into the back room to fuck him. When he went to blow me, he saw the scorpion tat and said “what the fuck? is everyone poz here.” I asked why and he said a guy from one of the swim teams had fucked him earlier and was poz too. I told him I knew one guy that was in town for the swim event and asked him to describe the guy that did him. It sounded like you” Joe said. “Do you know his name?” Ric asked. Joe laughed. “With hookups like that I don’t get names or numbers, especially if they’re from out of town. Maybe a grunt or a thank you.” “Ah, yeah. I haven’t done anything like that, yet. I can’t get into bars. Just a bookstore a couple times” Ric said. Joe smiled, happy that Ric tried more bookstore sex after the attempt at their first meeting. Ric looked around and tried to find Spencer in the crowd of swimmers and coaches. Once he spotted him, Ric pointed the guy out and asked if that was him. Joe laughed again and said “Yep.” “You know, he used to chase but gave it up. He kinda freaked when he saw my biohazard tat. But he gave in and let me breed him. I thought he was a great fuck” Ric said. “Wow, I wouldn’t have guessed that. Mine was a quickie against the bathroom wall, but yeah he was a good fuck. Great ass muscles” said Joe. Ric laughed. He had never compared notes on how good a bottom was with another top guy. Joe’s phone buzzed and he checked the message. Joe chuckled and typed back a reply. “I hope you don’t mind, but we’re going to have a visitor in a few minutes” Joe told Ric. “Oh? Who?” asked Ric. “You get to meet my boyfriend Kyle. He left his keys at home and can’t get in. I have the car keys with the other set.” Joe explained. “Uh, I don’t know. Is he gonna be jealous that we’re meeting?” asked Ric. “Nah. We’re very open. He lets me escort and fuck on the side and I let him fuck others too. We need each other though and that’s what makes it work.” “Cool. I hope I can find a relationship like that” Ric said as Spencer waved at him. They talked a few more minutes and Kyle walked up. “So this is the guy you were telling me about?” Kyle asked Joe. “Yeah. Ric this is Kyle. Kyle, Ric” Joe said. “You skipped the part about him being drop dead gorgeous” Kyle said as he put out his hand. Ric stood up and clasped Kyle’s hand pulling it into a bro-hug. “So, you’re one of Joe’s victims, huh?” Kyle said as he sat down next to Joe. “I guess you could say that” Ric said, a little embarrassed. “It’s a special gift that needs to be shared. Nothing to be ashamed about, its a badge of honor” Kyle said, sensing Ric’s uneasiness. Ric chuckled “Oh, I’ve been sharing.” “I was just about to show Ric around the building. You want to join us?” Joe asked Kyle. “Sure, sounds like fun” Kyle replied. The three got up and headed past some double doors. “This end of the building is aquatic stuff. There’s three pools total, one for diving, one for races and one training pool. In the middle is where I used to spend my time when I was on the wrestling team” Joe said. “You were a wrestler? Fuck I bet you looked sexy on the mat” Ric said. Kyle and Joe both laughed. “Yeah, nothing like flopping around with a sweaty guy trying to find out who’s gonna be on top” Joe said. As they walked around they kept running into college athletes. Many would let out a casual “Hey, Joe” and some would come over and give Joe a hug. More than a few mentioned that they missed seeing him around. Joe showed Ric the workout room. There seemed to be a permanent scent of sweat and testosterone in the room and Ric saw row after row of top notch equipment. It was nothing like the workout room at the hotel or even his school. Over a dozen guys were working out on various machines. Some were obviously football players, others could be soccer players, gymnasts, and runners. They walked past a few conference rooms and Ric looked a bit confused. “Believe it or not, athletes have a lot of meetings. We go over matches or games to see what we can do better or see what the competition is like. There’s strategy and the good athletes know how to think as well as pin their opponent” Joe explained. They turned a corner and almost ran into a guy jogging down the hall towards the locker room. Ric gasped when he saw the black swimmer from the day before. The guy stopped dead in front of them “Joe! How the fuck are you? Long time.” “Hey Marcus. Doin great. How about you?” Joe said. “Good…good. Hey Kyle. You still got this guy on a leash?” Marcus asked while giving Joe an extended hug. “Yeah, but he keeps breaking free” Kyle replied with a laugh. Marcus moved over and gave Kyle a quick hug and then asked “Who’s this hottie with you?” “This is Ric. He’s visiting and helping out one of the teams for your swim camp” Joe replied. “Rawr. He doesn’t look like a swimmer but he’s damn fine. If he’s a friend of yours he must be family, then” Marcus said running his finger down Ric’s chest. “Yeah he is, but back off. Your cute little ass couldn’t handle him. He’d rip you in two” Joe said semi-seriously. Marcus had moved behind Ric, his chest against Ric’s back and he ran his full hand down Ric’s chest, abs and then grabbed his cock and balls through Ric’s jeans. “Oh, yeah. I bet he’s lots of fun” Marcus said, breathing on Ric’s neck. Marcus was a little shorter than Ric but all of Ric’s observations the day before seemed to be pretty accurate. Even in street clothes he had a sizable bulge, a hot butt and perfect, unblemished chocolate skin covered his toned and taut muscles. “I’d love to stick around, but I’m already late” Marcus said as he released Ric and took off. “You know him?” Ric asked. “Oh yeah. We haven’t fucked in a year or so but we used to do it a lot after workouts” Joe said. “Shit. I bet that was hot” Ric said. “You like him?” Kyle asked. “He was one of the guys that I was watching yesterday. I didn’t know if he was gay or not, but he’s definitely sexy” Ric said. Joe pulled out his phone and thumbed through his address book and then tapped out a message. “152, right?” Ric looked at him confused and then realized he meant his room number at the hotel. “Yeah.” “Now he knows. Maybe you’ll get room service” Joe said with a laugh. He led Ric around showing a few more areas of the building and then circled back. “I saved the best for last” Joe said as they went through some doors into what was the wrestling area. “The team is at a match in Kansas this weekend, so no wrestlers are around for you to try and tap” he said as he took them into another smaller room with more mats. They kept walking through the darkened rooms, with just a few dim lights on to prevent the room being in complete darkness. Joe opened a door to the side and went in. It was a half empty storage room that contained some boxes and a rolled up wrestling mat. The floor was cushy and Ric looked down to see a section of wrestling mat on the floor. The door slammed shut and then there was the click of a lock. Suddenly Joe had him pinned against the wall, his hand unbuttoning RIc’s jeans followed by his lips on Ric’s, kissing him. Ric felt awkward with Kyle standing there watching Joe kiss him but then Kyle pulled off his shirt and said “What’s it gonna be, poz boy? Top, bottom or both?” Joe stepped back and yanked Ric’s shirt over his head and unzipped the jeans, tugging them to the floor. Ric took the hint and pushed his shoes off and then pushed his trunks down, stepping out of his jeans and standing there naked. Kyle was next to be undressed and Joe was scrambling to get his clothes off too. “So?” asked Joe. Ric’s mind raced. He had spent most of his time lately topping and desperately wanted to feel Joe’s cock in him again. But he also wanted to fuck. Kyle was really cute and he thought it would be hot to fuck him in front of Joe. “Everything!” Ric blurted out. Joe and Kyle moved in, sharing kisses and gropes. Three stiff cocks were doing a sword fight while hands roamed over bodies that were beginning to sweat in the still air of the storage room. Joe pulled Ric away from the wall and Kyle moved around behind Ric. Kyle kissed Ric’s neck and then started to suck really hard, leaving a very visible hickey. “Joe marked your insides, I get the outside” he said with a chuckle. Joe moved down Ric’s front side and Kyle did the same with the back. Ric gasped as Joe deep throated his cock and Kyle dug his tongue into his tight, hairy hole. He had remembered Dave, er, Joe knew how to suck his cock, but it had been months since it had happened and none of the guys that had sucked him recently came close to being as good. Joe was, after all, a professional. Ric’s cock was dripping precum into Joe’s mouth and throat. It seemed every time Kyle forced a pair of fingers deep in his ass, Joe would take his entire shaft into his throat and massage it. Ric’s senses were overloaded. His cock was ready to plow into a greedy ass and at the same time his ass was ready for a bare, poz cock. Joe grasped his balls and squeezed while tugging them down. Ric started to whimper as he struggled to not shoot his load down Joe’s throat. Joe could sense that Ric was close and slowly pulled off of RIc’s cock and tapped Kyle’s leg, letting him know it was time to switch it up. Suddenly, Ric’s cock was now poking out into the air and his ass was empty. Joe made sure that he wasn’t like that long. He turned Ric around and bent him over to Kyle’s waiting cock. Ric started to swallow Kyle’s cock but then Kyle shoved it into his mouth and down his throat. He struggled a bit until he got into the rhythm of Kyle fucking his throat. It lasted only a few seconds when he felt Joe spit on his hole and then shove his cock deep into his pussy. Ric tried to scream out, but Kyle’s cock was filling his mouth. Joe let Ric get used to having his cock inside his ass for a few moments and then started to fuck. After the brutal penetrations, Joe and Kyle’s fucking tamed down. It was still a hard spitroast, but much more enjoyable. Ric was surprised as his lips, then tongue felt a row of little bars on the bottom of Kyle’s cock. He kept flicking his tongue over them and they really turned him on. He thought they were going to feel really good when Kyle swapped with Joe and fucked his ass, but for now he was feeling Joe thrusting in deep. His fuck was similar to how Joe fucked him right before his dad showed up on that fateful weekend. Each thrust was strong and purposeful, the way he liked it, not like how some of the guys assumed they should fuck him since he was younger. Joe and Kyle started to fuck harder into each end and Ric tried to massage both of their cocks with his throat and ass. It got to a point, though, that Ric couldn’t keep up and he became just a pair of holes for them to use. Kyle pulled Ric on to his cock and held him firm while Joe pulled out and then rammed in. Ric didn’t think Kyle’s cock could go any deeper into his throat, but he was wrong. Kyle pushed him back, letting him breathe for a second and then pulled him back on to his cock. Joe shoved his cock in and Ric could feel the pulses. More of Joe’s precious poz seed was filling his guts and he loved the feeling. His ass was sore from the pounding and he was sure that the piercing added to the soreness. Joe was bear hugging Ric from behind while his balls emptied their infectious contents. Ric savored the closeness of Joe’s sweaty body on his back. Kyle had pulled out as Joe bred Ric and then watched the two become one for a few moments. Joe kissed the back of Ric’s neck and then stood up, pulling his cock from the swollen pussy. Cum dripped out of the gaping hole, running down Ric’s balls and legs. Kyle scooped some up it up with his cock and slid easily into Ric’s ass. Joe moved around and presented his cock to Ric, who licked off the tip before opening his mouth to let Joe push his cock in deeper. Joe slowly inched his cock in, making sure that Ric had licked all of the cum and ass juices off the shaft before giving him more. When his pubes were against Ric’s face, he pulled back out and let Ric lick off his balls and pubes. Kyle was drilling into the cum filled hole and would moan louder when Ric squeezed his pucker around his cock. Ric loved the sensations of each bar piercing under Kyle’s cock rippling through his hole. By now, the feeling of the PA was a pleasant enhancement to a fuck. The ladder piercing was new and really enhanced it even more. Once Rick had finished cleaning Joe’s cock and balls Joe pulled away. Ric wanted to suck his cock more while Kyle fucked him, but Joe had a different idea. Kyle pulled out and Joe got on his knees and bent over the rolled up wrestling mat. Ric looked at him and then realized what Joe was thinking. He got on his knees and spit on Joe’s hole and then moved in and mounted him. Kyle followed along and once Ric was planted deep inside Joe, he thrust back into Ric. Ric had never been in the middle of a three way. He almost always was the one at the back or in front getting sucked. It took him a few tries to get it working right, but once he started fucking Joe and then back into Kyle he loved it. Ric fucked faster and faster into Joe, and that meant that he was also fucking himself faster onto Kyle’s cock. He controlled the pace - faster then slower, a hard slam followed by a quick backward shove and then even firm thrusts. He heard grunts from both directions as Joe took his cock in all the way and then Kyle’s cock impaled Ric’s ass. The tingling in his balls signaled the impending rush of cum, so Ric thrust in hard a few times and then grabbed Joe’s shoulders, pulling him in as far as he could. Kyle immediately knew what was happening and shoved in hard too, pressing Ric firmly against Joe. Ric’s cock erupted, shooting his own poisonous recipe into Joe’s poz ass. The orgasm caused Ric’s hole to milk Kyle’s cock which only needed a little encouragement to release his own poz brew into Ric’s young ass. Ric and Kyle both were yelping as each spurt shot out, waves of pleasure rushing through their bodies. The shots faded away and the three were laying there recovering when Ric said “Oh my god that was fucking awesome.” Joe and Kyle both concurred, saying “oooh, yeah.” Kyle pulled out and then sat down against the rolled mat and Ric did the same. The three sat there for a few moments until Kyle said “I’m surprised you came here, Joe, since this is the room you got busted in.” “Yeah, it may have some bad memories, but a lot of good ones too. I just need to find someone to poz in here and it will be complete” Joe said with a laugh.

Before I start.... Thanks to all of you who emailed me with ideas of how to please the fans of Mr. Ali's export business (in a different story line.) I will probably start a new story with an alternative to Lukas once I think the plot through a little more. But, thank you for your kind words. I am not much of a writer, but your kind words and supportive comments sure make me want to be better and write more. ;o) Part 18,... I had a dream My head was still buried into the pillow as I woke to the smell of bacon filling my nostrils. Bacon? Bacon? really? I love bacon. Where am I? My mom would be too hung over this early to be cooking. Wait, my birthday is over she wouldn't cook for me if not a special day. Particularly bacon, she can't afford that these days. I realize I am totally naked and this bed is like a cloud, so soft, so warm. I feel someone moving under the covers and they roll over behind me. This big arm covered in fur wraps around my side to my chest and pulls me in tight to him. WTF? Oh shit. There is a guy in bed with me. I open my eyes and as they adjust to the light I realize I am in Mr. C's house. Oh, that right, I slept over. I smiled as I realized he must be making breakfast. Well, wait. Whose arm is this? Just then I feel warm breath on my neck and stubble from his beard and Uncle Terry whispers into my ear, 'Good morning pup, how did you sleep?' Oh, right of course, Uncle Terry slept over too. He tightened his arm around me and pulled me closer as he pulled up behind me at the same time. I could feel his hairy stomach and chest on my back, I could feel his hairy legs entwine with mine, I could feel his groin press up to my smooth boy butt. He was totally naked.... and I froze. Oh shit, I jacked off with them last night. What was I thinking? My mind was racing. What am I doing? I felt Uncle Terry plant a bunch of kisses on my neck and shoulder and just held me tight. Oh man, there my cock goes again, it is getting hard. Are you fricken kidding me? Why am I getting hard. I know I must have to pee.? No, not really, I don't have to pee. Sensing my tenseness he said...'Can you just relax and cuddle with me a minute. It's just a cuddle'. 'Oh, I am sorry Mr. Terry, I mean Uncle Terry. My mind is still trying to catch up with me.' As I laid there and calmed down and melted back into the amazing bed I felt how sniff my legs were and how sore my butt was. Then, I started to have these memories. Oh, I had very intense dream last night. I remember being in a dark room with candles. More of it started to come into my head. I was so relaxed and focused, I was in my own little world quietly spoke out loud, 'wow, that was so bizarre'. The sound of Uncle Terry saying, 'What was bizarre', shocked me back to reality. I opened my eyes again as I heard Mr. C coming down the hallway humming and singing. I said, 'I had this really bizarre dream last night and I am just remembering it. Oh man, that was so strange really. You were in it Uncle Terry.' Just then Mr. C sat on the side of the bed he slept on. I was facing him and cuddled in right behind me was Uncle Terry. Mr. C said, 'well look at you two cuddle buddies. I am making breakfast for us, it is almost done. Uncle Terry was in what Lukas'. He raised his hand and ran it through my hair and seemed to be calming down my bedhead look I had going on. 'Actually, you know, now that I think of it. You were both in it,' I said. Uncle Terry said, 'apparently Lukas had a very strange dream last night and we were both in it,' Uncle Terry commented. Mr. C said, 'Oh do tell, I love the creativity of dreams.' 'Oh, it was very strange. I was in this really dark room with just candles. You two were there standing next to this hammock thing I was in. It is like the hammock you have down in the rec room Mr. C. Oh, no, I better not talk about it.' I saw Mr. C look at Uncle Terry with wide eyes and then looked at me and said 'why not pup'. 'Well, it is very embarrassing and kind of confusing.' Uncle Terry nuzzled up even closer behind me. I could feel his sniffing penis against my lower back and butt. He commented, 'Aww, Lukas, remember we are buddies and buddies can talk about anything'. Mr. C looked concerned and rustled my hair back up after he just put it into place and said....'lets go eat, Lukas doesn't like his bacon too crispy' I was starving and started to sit up and said, 'how did you know that Mr. C'? He started to laugh and said, 'don't you remember telling me?' 'I told you I don't like crisp bacon?' 'Yes, probably 10 or 11 years ago, some of the other kids were having a lemonade sale in their yard. Your parents were gone and your siblings weren't watching you well. So you cooked up about 10 pounds of bacon and picked lettuce and tomatoes from your moms prized garden and were selling BLT sandwiches out by the street for a quarter each if the bacon was crispy and $.30 if it was done correctly. I thought it was so cute that I ended up buying like 15 of them.' 'Wow, I do remember that now that you say it. You were my hero and I wrote you a card.' 'Yes and it is still hanging on my fridge, come see'. As he pulled the blanket back, I couldn't hide my boner. 'Um Lukas, look how hard your cock is, what's going on down there?' Mr. C asked. 'Well Uncle Terry was hugging me and, well and, well I am not sure, it just felt really nice the way he was holding me. I felt safe and secure and I don't know, kind of felt loved and wanted in a way.' As Uncle Terry started to get out of bed, I could see his hard on in the light of day. It was huge and beautiful. I must have stared too long because I then heard him clear his throat and say, 'hey Lukas, eyes up here' and he laughed. I must have turned bright red because he quickly said, 'I am just joshing you, it liked the way yours looks too.' Just then Mr. C came up from behind and put my arms through a beautiful white robe. He then went over to Uncle Terry and put one on him and leaned in, kissed him on the cheek and said 'good morning babe'. What an interesting thing to say I thought as Mr. C took my hand and lead me down the hall to the kitchen. 'Wow, all of my favorite's cinnamon french toast, watermelon, bacon and juice', I said with a big smile. 'Not just bacon, but look, it is thick and limp not crispy....just the way you like it and I pressed the juice myself.' Uncle Terry patted Mr. C on the ass and said 'nice work, this looks amazing and that bacon is the only thick and yet limp thing in the room' as he looked down at Mr. C's robe that was tented out. 'Now, Lukas, lets hear more about this dream.' 'Are you sure I should say? It is really pretty freaky, I might just need to keep this to myself? I did some pretty awful and sinful things.' Uncle Terry quickly poured some coffee for himself, Mr. C and handed me a mug. 'Oh, I cant drink coffee, that is the devil's water and will stunt my growth.' I said. 'I am good with juice. I love all kinds of juice'. 'Well by all means, we don't want your growth stunted big boy,' Uncle Terry said with a smirk. Mr. C then said, 'it is ok Lukas if you dont want to tell us about your dream, but sometimes I have learned by talking it out makes it better.' 'Well. ok.... here goes.... I was in this dark room and there were candles burning. You were both there, but you were dressed in these leather costumes. Like you had a hat on, a vest, these cool arm bands, some type of like harness or chest protector, boots, the whole thing. Oh and you were both smoking a huge fat cigar.' 'Oh, you remember all this from your dream you had'? Uncle Terry said. 'Oh and out of curiosity, how did we look in those leather costumes (in air quotes) as you say'. 'Oh yes, that was all in the dream. You guys looked super cool. Like something out of a magazine or on a poster, totally bad ass. And then there was a guy, I think he was probably middle eastern, he had dark skin and was covered in fur.' 'Fur? That's an interesting term for it' Mr. C said. 'Well, that's where it gets really strange. I was like no longer in the hammock but floating over it and I was looking down at myself. But the guy kept calling me princess and she and her and girl and baby. And, well. He.... He was doing stuff to me, I mean her.' 'Stuff?' they both asked in unison. 'Yeah he was having, well, he was putting his penis inside her.' 'He fucked you? I mean his princess? I mean the person in the hammock'? Uncle Terry said while playing with himself through the robe. 'Yeah and he kept telling her that he was going to give his princess his special gift. And I moaned, I mean she moaned and moaned and Mr. C was playing with my tits. I mean her tits. With the person in the hammock's tits. It was all very confusing. There were times when it was me for sure, but then there were times when it looked like me, but I was a she. I dont know. It is stupid and doesnt make sense.' 'Well lets not worry about, did you like it? Did you like what was happening, I mean was it a good dream?' 'Oh yes, near the end my penis erupted and shot all over the place like old faithful in Yellowstone,' I said. 'Oh, you had a wet dream Lukas, those are very common, Mr. C said. 'I just remembered something, Mr. C, you kept calling me son and I kept calling you daddy. Isn't that a hoot?'. 'Yeah, that is something' Mr. C said. 'Well, what did you think about me calling you my son? My sweet sweet son.'? I got a big smile and said. 'oh yes Mr. C, it was great. I was very proud to be your son.' As we finished up our breakfast, Uncle Terry said. 'Ok, I have heard enough for now.... Tony, is there some of your special 'Jungle Juice' in the fridge Lukas might like?' 'Terry, I think we are on to something here, maybe Lukas is happy with his orange juice, maybe he doesn't want more juice.' 'The boy said he loves ALL KINDS of JUICE, I am SURE he would love our special Jungle Juice.' They went back and forth about this juice for a minute and debating whether or not I should have more juice. The juice Mr. C had made was delicious but this new juice sounded great, but why are they arguing over it? So, I just said, 'If it wouldn't be too much trouble, Mr. C, I would love some more juice and I never heard of the safari juice, oh, wait, I mean jungle juice, but it sounds really good.' and I winked at him. 'Ok, ok, ok, you two win, I think we were doing great, but sure, why not make this easier' as he reached down and adjusted himself....'you can have the juice.' 'I tell you what Tony, I really need some help NOW, not in a hour, or not in a day or two if that works out like you want it too.... but now..... or I am going to explode. Just a little juice now but you can say enough is enough whenever you want.' 'Oh, I understand, I am sorry Mr. C for pushing it, I got really good tips last night, I am happy to pay for the jungle juice well and the bacon, it must be very expensive juice.' 'No, it's not that Lukas, but yes, I agree, I am suddenly in need of some juice too. Tell you what, Uncle Terry and I will go back to my bedroom, could you be a big sport and put these dishes in the sink and then get the bottle of Jungle Juice out of the door in the fridge, it is in a small brown bottle. Once you have it, come down to the bedroom ok?' They walked down the hall whispering to themselves and I quickly rinsed the dishes and put them into the dishwasher and went to get the safari juice, no, I mean the Jungle Juice. As I grabbed the handle and open the refrigerator door I saw the handmade Thank you note I made to Mr. C when I was just a young lad. The card had my bacon stand on it and me giving Mr. C a big hug. I smiled and opened the refrigerator door...

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So I guess my main question is where in the world are you located? Because depending on that, there are tons of options for you, that would mean no matter what the outcome you live a very full normal life. By the language you use, and dialect I'm guessing in the UK, even if you quote the CDC. FYI, I Know EXACTLY how you feel. I didnt get tested for three years at one point way back when I was fucking my HIV+ boyfriend raw, I just assumed I had it. The problem is that fatalistic approach took a huge drag on other parts of my life. After I finally got tested, and in my case it came back negative, I swore I would never do that again, because no matter what the result, not knowing is worse in almost every case. At that point I also went into outreach and prevention. I really hate giving bad news, but I can also tell you in most cases, even when people think they are HIV+, it comes back negative, non-reactive. My friend who just tested poz, was literally stunned when he heard the news... He had tested neg two weeks before, and he only tops! but it happens. Less than a month later, his life hasn't changed one bit except a pill a day. HIV is only a fate today if you let it be one. Otherwise, you will have a regular life, and can fuck guys as long as you please bare!

I know. I think the 1 in 161 stat from the CDC is total bullshit. It's a conservative estimate ...as I've said, the risk in reality is most likely much, much higher than that. I've had countless discussions with people who bareback anon ass in the saunas, the cruising places, public toilets etc and msot of them are not scared because they believe topping is low risk. When I was growing up, they always told us that anal sex is high risk for HIV infection. They did not say that ONLY bottoming is high risk. No differentiation was made between bottoming and topping. They just generalized that ANAL SEX altogether is high risk. If topping was low risk, it would not be so rampant in Africa among straight men and the virus would not be infecting people like your cut friend who you mention was/is an exclusive top. Btw, to your question about why don't I just go get tested, since it's so easy? As I said, I don't feel I am emotionally or mentally ready to be told that I have this devastating virus. I know that, if I am infected, as I most likely am....then my immune system is being depleted as we speak....and I run the risk of falling ill with some rare opportunistic infection like Kaposi's sarcoma ....a skin cancer which will spread like wildfire over my whole body and destroy my looks....or develop pneumocystis pneumonia (a really severe form of bronchial pneuomina almost always fatal in HIV positive patients)....every day I think about it. I think about all those bare asses that I fucked in the bathhouses/saunas, in the cruising parks, the random hookups from the internet and apps like Grindr and Hornet ....all those asses that i enjoyed soooooooo fucking much. Will it all have been worth it when I'm lying in that hospital bed surrounded by my own puke and shit, having lost so much weight that I look like a someone from a Nazi concentration camp ?? Even though I know I have the virus most likely deep within my bloodstream, hoovering up all my T-cells and eating away at my brain ....the urge...no...the NEED....to go and fuck more raw ass is overwhelming. I know that fucking anon bare ass is killing me. But I cannot stop. It is an addiction like no other. Raw hole just feels so good. And yet it is probably going to be the death of me. At least I'll have died from something that I loved.

I had an eventful weekend. Saturday my bud called me up, he was getting wild at a hotel with a guy. I was busy but went over that night. The other guy was good looking, Israeli. But his ass stunk from taking seven loads. My friend went down to meet his other bud, skinhead looking young guy. While he was downstairs I stuck it in the Israeli but wasn't in the mental place where I wanted the smell yet. He said I was big and it hurt, so I told him to clean his ass and we'd try again. The other two came up. We all got going,. I ate the skinheads ass pounded him for a while and fucked my bud . Israeli was sort of falling out. Skinhead was very into me pounding him but chatty and being nosey, I said I'm here to fuck not chat about my criminal past and stuff from years ago. Finally skinhead swirled out. I fucked the shit out of my buddy,.after opening his hole with my fingers. He had a couple loads up there alreaady. Dripped out. Finally we were kneeling on the floor --him in front of me with my hands on his shoulders. Going really fast. I blew my load in his ass and it felt so sensitive I shook. He actually came right before me. Afterward he said it was amazing . I hate that word. AMAZING Reminds me of a left wing hipster . It was fucking. That's all. Sunday things got crazy.

It's a lengthy explanation- something about bacteria under foreskin. I cut this from article: While the men showed similar communities of microbes before the circumcision operation, 12 months later, the circumcised men harbored dramatically fewer bacteria that survive in low oxygen conditions. They also had 81% less bacteria overall compared to the uncircumcised men, and that could have a dramatic effect on the men’s ability to fight off infections like HIV, says Price. Previous studies showed that circumcised men lowered their risk of transmitting HIV by as much as 50%, making the operation an important tool in preventing infection with the virus. Why? A high burden of bacteria could disrupt the ability of specialized immune cells known as Langerhans cells to activate immune defenses. Normally, Langerhans are responsible for grabbing invading microbes like bacteria or viruses and presenting them to immune cells for training, to prime the body to recognize and react against the pathogens. But when the bacterial load increases, as it does in the uncircumcised penile environment, inflammatory reactions increase and these cells actually start to infect healthy cells with the offending microbe rather than merely present them.

Glad to see someone like minded as me since I been divorced I slept with more men than I have women and loved being B.B. bottom just had no luck of a pozzed cock or cocks still a neg bottom in Texas here

Part 5; Re-entered the play room, I placed a large vinyl play sheet on the floor. Perching on a stool in front of the sling I took out the Rosebud plug (time for a real Rose), and liberally lubed up my Bare hand and forearm with the fisting gel I had made earlier. A combination of PnP, entry a few inches past my wrist was very easy! Starting with fingers and thumb forming a beak shape I twisted and turned, building up to mid forearm. Pulling out I changed hand shape to a proper fist, and carried on as before. Then changed to alternating between slow punch fisting (left to right to left hand and so forth) to clasping both hands together and going in up to both wrists. Alternating between all of the above we played like this for a good hour. The boys hole was now beautifully gaping. During play I could see his rose eager to bloom, so assisting I pulled back his inflamed puffy lips around and behind his rose, licking and sucking on his bloom. I heard some noise downstairs. Tom must have arrived. Being very close trusting friends he obviously has a key. I carried on playing with the boys cunt. After a while I heard footsteps. Looking up there were two people at the play room doorway. Tom, who was completely naked with the exception of his moustache, army boots, a Leather executioner hood, and a red hanky around his neck. Accessorizing with his long term PA which today sported a large spiked gauge'. Plus he was holding onto a dish washing brush. The second figure, none other than our skinhead friend Malcolm, fully clothed in his usual gear; Braces, 20 Hole Boots, etc, with Heineken in one hand, gas mask in the other. He is in his early 30s, broad and stocky, and is part of the bug club. He had been diagnosed about 4 years ago, and had never taken Medz. Apparently his last viral load saw an increase from 73k to 226k. His specialist had recommended he start treatment, but, he wasn't ready for that yet. I could see through Toms eye pieces from his executioners hood that his eyes were looking yellow. I had not seen him naked either for several months, and he had several new KS lesions, and like me had also lost a lot of muscle mass. His bones were very prominent. I was actually pleased he was re-starting treatment next week. Tom walked over, lubed up both hands are forearms, which I took as my cue to get off the stool. He took my place and got to play. Malcolm unzipped his jeans, and along with his lager plonked himself against the wall on the rubbered up mattress, stroking. I sat next to him and couldn't help but notice he was oozing a creamy gunk from his Dick. I knew what that was. I mouthed to him; 'Gonnorhoea'. Affirmative with a nod. Jesus, this room was now a plethora of active infections. The audible silence was eventually broken with Tom speaking; 'When I say 'push', you push like you are having a shit, and hold it there'. Instinctively, the boy went to remove his blindfold. I got up and stopped him, and restrained his wrists, and attached a ball-gag in his mouth. Tom started punch fisting the boy hard and fast, audibly counting to 10. He got to 10... 'Push'. The boy did as he was told, to reveal a huge big juicy rose. Tom reached for the dish washer brush and vigorously brushed this beautiful juicy flower. He then stood up, took the tip of his Dick and using his spiked PA started stabbing the boys gaping cunt. Then he plunged in, and started fucking, no mercy. He might have been rather unwell, but he still showed signs of his usual insane stamina. Malcolm went to get another lager, taking his gas mask with him. Now it was time for the boy to become more aware of who was there. I took his blindfold off, and sat against the wall. I started stroking, getting really turned on by seeing Tom ploughing the now very loose cunt of this sweet twink, and seeing his pale wasted ass (his asshole was no longer hidden by flesh). Part 6 to follow...

That's when you should cum in them and tell them their hole is so hot, you came before you could pull out.

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

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Thanks to Ray for editing my story into a more understanding language, and i added a new chapter to the story, more to come if you like it

Part 9 The next morning we checked out after I had spent a couple of hours scrubbing the dirty writing of Mitch's body. I rubbed his skin raw removing the evidence of his whorish weekend. I admit I loved getting to rub and scrub his God like rock hard body, feeling every muscle of his teenage splendour. We walked back to the house and snuck upstairs to my room, skipping our classes for the day. We spent the afternoon together, resting on my bed, his massive arms holding me tightly to his chest. Eventually he had to leave for practice. We had agreed he couldn't skip it, even though he was tired and his well used ass ached like a son of a bitch. Too many people knew his secret already, and he couldn't risk pissing coach off. When he didn't return to the house for dinner, I got a little concerned. He finally returned after 7. I was in my room when he knocked and entered. He looked like shit. Worn out, exhasted, beat down. He just flopped face down on my bed. His intoxicating aroma filled the air. His young body reeked of sweat and more. "Coach kept me after practice." He finally said. "He fucked me again, twice. He knows we stayed another day at the hotel. He saw one of our adds. He made me tell him about the men that used me while he plowed my ass. He really fucked me hard, Cole. He slapped me, and spit on me, and called me filthy names. He choked me as he came in me. My ass hurts so bad right now dude!" I just looked at my man with pity, just imagining how he felt right now. He had been whored, abused, exposed, all in the last couple of days. But yet my cock got hard as I thought about it. "Do you regret yesterday?" I asked. "Kinda, I guess. I don't know. If felt so good at the time. Now it hurts. Practice almost killed me. I could barely move. Then coach pounding me after...." I pulled his shirt off and started rubbing his poor, aching body, kneading his strong muscles, trying to give him some release. He groaned in pleasure as I massaged his sore body. After a while he rolled over, and I could see his rock hard cock outlined in his shorts. I peeled them down and buried my head in his sweaty jockstrap, inhaling his glorious musky scent. I pulled it down, freeing his fat, uncircumcised 9 incher. I removed his shoes and socks and pulled his shorts and jock all the way off, leaving my God naked on my bed. I started rubbing his size 13 feet, massaging them, working my thumbs into his arch, the balls of his feet and his heel. Mitch moaned lightly as I rubbed and squeezed his sweaty feet. Soon I was licking them, sucking his toes, breathing in deeply his strong aroma. Mitch groaned more as I worshiped his manly jock feet. Finally I grabbed the Vaseline and greased up his throbbing erection and squatted over him, sliding down onto his rock hard cock. I grabbed his dirty jockstrap and covered my nose, inhaling his musk as my ass worked his cock deep in my hole. Mitch just laid there and moaned as I continued to pleasure him. When he finally got close, he grabbed my hips and rammed himself into me as deep as he could, spraying my guts with his precious fluid. I barely touched my own cock before it shot it's own load all over Mitch, the first shot landing on his face, then coating his chest. He looked deep into my eyes as he scraped my cum off his face, then seductively licked it off his fingers. He scooped more off his chest and fed it too me. I sucked his cum covered fingers as he smiled at me. He pulled me to his chest and held me tight as we drifted off to sleep. It was several hours later when we were awoken by a knock on the door. We looked at each other in a panic as I grabbed my robe and cautiously cracked my door open. I was instantly pushed back as Andre and Tony forced their way in. "I knew I'd find Miller's faggot ass in here!" Said Andre. "You queers in here making fag love?" He asked sarcastically. "Please guys!" Mitch pleaded. "Leave us alone tonight. I SWEAR I'll meet you tomorrow. I can't take more!" "Shut the fuck up Faggot!" Hissed Tony. "You got some prime ass and were gonna get some more right now!" Mitch knew he was helpless as his frat bros grabbed him and rolled him over, pulling his legs off the bed. Mitch's rock hard bubble butt stuck up in the air, as his pink pucker was exposed for use. Tony grabbed the Vaseline and greased up his beer can thick cock. He grabbed Mitch's dirty jock and stuffed it in his mouth, gagging him. Without even a warning, he rammed his fat cock all the way into Mitch in one mighty push. Mitch screamed into the gag as Andre shoved his face into a pillow, further silencing the helpless teenager. Mitch howled and cried as his already incredibly sore ass was mercilessly raped. Tony grabbed the studs shoulders and jackhammered the jock beneath him, fucking him with a deep seeded rage. "Fuck yea faggot! Gonna make that queer ass bleed. Gonna make your pussy bleed like a girl! Gonna wreck that quarterback hole! We're gonna fuck you so much bitch you won't even feel you boyfriend's pathetic dick in you anymore. Fuckin queer!" Tony kept up the hard assault on poor Mitch's ass until he finally went ridged and pumped a big load deep in the football players guts. As soon as he pulled out, Andre rammed his 12 inches of dark, purple cock deep into his frat bros open hole. Andre didn't say anything as he grabbed Mitch's hips and piledrived him as deep as he could. Mitch just lay there crying as he was forced to take the huge cock deep inside him. Andre finally shook and spasmed as he unloaded yet another big load of cum into the weeping hunk of muscle beneath him. He pulled out as pink cum oozed out of Mitch's open hole. Andre just pulled the jockstrap out of the sobbing quarterback's mouth and wiped his dirty cock on it. Then he wiped Mitch's oozing pink hole with it before shoving it back in the young jocks mouth. "Don't say a fucking word!" Andre said as he glared at me. Then they left the room leaving a sobbing wreck of a cumdump on my bed. I just carefully climbed on the bed and cradled Mitch in my arms. He held me tight as he sobbed into my chest.

Thanks for the comments guys. Hope you like it! Part 3 I woke up about mid-day on the Saturday and tried not to think about the night before. I don’t know how I ended up getting myself into that situation but I made a promise to myself to watch what I was drinking and to stay focused on my work. I did jerk off to the thought of Tom though, I mean he was hot, even for an older guy. About 6 in the evening once I had been to the gym, did my grocery shopping and done some laundry, I finally felt like I had made up for my spoiled evening. That is, until my phone lit up. ‘Hey Boy, time to make up for last night. I’ll pick you up in an hour, be clean. Don’t try to say no’ I paused for a few minutes, and re read the message over and over. How did Tom have my number, what did he mean by ‘don’t try to say no’? I threw my phone back on the chair and thought it best just to ignore it. After watching some TV for an hour or so my phone lit up again. ‘You better be ready Boy. I don’t like to be kept waiting. I’ll be there in 15 minutes.’ I thought about it again, and against my better judgement I got up and had a shower, this time I made sure I was thoroughly cleaned out, I could still feel Tom’s cock from the night before. I convinced myself that we’d have a drink and maybe another fumble and then I’d make it clear that I didn’t have time to be seeing anyone romantically and that he’s out of my age range. After cleaning myself up and throwing on a pair of black jeans and a plain red t-shirt. I paced around my apartment waiting for another message. Right on cue a black BMW with tinted windows rolled up at my building. I couldn’t remember Tom’s car from last night but I guessed it was his. ‘Black BMW, move your ass kiddo.’ I was right. I made my way down to his car and without doubting myself I jumped in. “Looking good boy” Tom said looking me up and down with a smirk. Those blue eyes piercing through me, I got a semi within seconds of looking at him. “Thanks, sorry again about last night. I didn’t think I had drank that much. it was good of you to look after me the way you did. Oh and don’t worry about the condom breaking, I’m due a check-up this week anyway, so I should be fine.” “I’ll look after you kid, don’t you worry about that.” We drove off, I wasn’t sure where we were going but didn’t feel comfortable asking. Tom had been perfectly quiet since we started driving. Occasionally he’d adjust his crotch, which only made me hard, but he never spoke. “We’ll jump into my place first for a drink. I don’t want to take my car anywhere.” he said giving me a slight fright. I just smiled over at him. Once we were parked and in his apartment he put his hands on my shoulders, leaned down and whispered into my ear; “Take that hot boy ass of yours into my bedroom, I’ve been wanting another go at it since I dropped you off last night.” I gulped but couldn’t find the words to say anything, I took myself into Tom's room and turned to face him. “Tom, look, sorry, I think I need to be clear, I’m not really after anything at the moment. You’re a nice guy and I’m flattered you’re interested in me but I don’t think we should do anything. Maybe I should just go” I stammered out, my heart racing. Tom slowly turned and closed the door, locking it shut. He then turned to face me with that intense stare I remembered from the bar. He walked towards me and shoved me onto the bed. I was shocked and completely terrified. “Please Tom, sorry…I…” “Shut it boy, I’ve been wanting to claim your ass since you first rolled into town. I tried to be polite and let it all happen accidentally, but you’re a tough little cunt. Not to worry, Daddy will break you soon enough.” I lay on the bed, confused and terrified. Did Tom know me from before the bar last night? What did he mean by ‘Claim me’? I didn’t know what to think but my body was betraying me, I was hard as a rock, each time Tom called me boy my cock did a leap and when he called himself daddy I could have came. Tom marched over to the bed and immediately was on top of me, pinning my body to the mattress. “Mmm, Boy you’ve got a boner. Wait till I tell you what Daddy has for you, then you’ll really get scared!” He reached around and after a brief struggle, and a hard slap to my face, my hands where pulled tight and I was tied to the bed. My legs were still free which let me try to kick him, but that resulted in another slap. “Try that again boy and I’ll leave a permanent mark!” I stopped struggling, now really concerned for my safety. “What do you want? Stop, please don’t rape me!” I started to plead as tears rolled down my flushed cheeks. Tom just laughed, he took a pair of scissors off the side table and cut off all my clothes. I lay there completely exposed, freshly shaven, hard as a rock and quietly crying. He reach for a small bottle of what I guessed were poppers, he put them under my nose. “Take a deep huff boy, you’ll need them! Daddy isn’t going to be as gentle tonight.” I took a couple of hits and felt my head spin and my body relax. Again Tom kept his clothes on and just took his monstrous cock out, it was growing bigger every time he stroked it. He grabbed lube and swiped some up my crack, it was cold and certainly wasn’t enough to allow even the head of his cock in me. “Please Tom, I’m sorry, I don’t want this….” I continued to cry He took the tip of his cock and pushed it against my tight hole, edging slightly inside. “At least put a condom on!” I screamed out. A hard slap hit my face, I was dazed from the surprise. “You’ve already had it in you raw, I’m not wrapping it up again. It takes a lot of effort to tear a Condom when a daft boy keeps checking it, and you’ll call me Daddy from now on Boy!” As he spat those words out he slid about 3 inches raw into my barely lubed hole. I screamed out. “Keep screaming boy, It just makes Daddy harder!” he moaned as he kept pushing deeper inside my hole, with a hard thrust he slammed completely into me, and I blacked out.

Part 6 Mitch woke up around 5 am, waking me up as he pulled his muscular arm out from under me. Grabbing his clothes, he quickly dressed as I poked my head out of the door to make sure the coast was clear. After all, we didn't need our brothers knowing our secret! A quick slap on the ass and he was gone for the night. I returned to bed, a little sad he wasn't still in it, but I had to be thankful for what I had. Friday night rolled around, and I knew I'd be alone that night. Mitch had a game Saturday afternoon, and wanted to get a full nights sleep. I was fine with that, so I was totally shocked when he knocked on my door later that night. "I'm not here to fuck dude," he started. "I gotta show you something." He handed me his phone which was open to his email. My heart started to pound and I felt Mitch's anxiety as I read the email from coach. "Boy I have decided to invoke my rights for the first time. You will not disobey me! If you do, I will destroy you! I not only have pictures, I also took video on my phone. Video of you on your back like a whore, taking cock, and begging to be fucked. Begging like the faggot you obviously are! It would take nothing to spread that video around, so I KNOW you will be obedient! You will follow my instructions to the T! 1) You will NOT shower after tomorrow's game. I don't care what excuse you give the team, just do it! 2) You will take with you the jockstrap and socks that you wear in the game, as well as your regular workout jersey and shorts. Again, I don't care how you do it, just do it! 3) At 8 pm you will arrive at room 406 at the Holiday Inn downtown. You will NOT be late! 4) You will be wearing the jockstrap, socks, jersey, shorts, and your smelliest running shoes. 5) Before your arrival, you will go to the track in said uniform and run 8 laps. I will have someone watching so don't even think you will lie about it. Then you will run to the hotel. You will have to time things carefully so you are not late! 6) You will tell your boyfriend to also be here, but he is to be here at 7:45! If he gives one fuck about you, he WILL be here! These instructions are clear, simple, and non-negotiable." That was it. I looked at Mitch and saw the fear on his face. "What can I do Cole? I have to do what he says! What do you think is going to happen when I get there?" "I have no idea. Maybe this is just a kinky game for him. He probably just wants to fufill a fantasy. I wouldn't worry too much. Just do what he says, it will be fine." I consoled him. "Yea, your probably right. Not like he hasn't already fucked me. He just wants more. Thanks buddy, I gotta get to bed. Maybe I'll sleep better now." With that, Mitch left for the night. But I didn't sleep well. There was something more ominous in the email. The tone, the demands made me feel there was more involved tomorrow. But it was out of my control. We would just have to wait and see. The game went surprisingly well. We won by 14 points. Mitch performed as he should, even though I knew his mind must have been elsewhere. At 6, Mitch was in my room, visibly nervouse. I couldn't think of anything to say. "I guess I'll head to the track at 7." He said. "That will give me plenty of time to run the laps and run downtown." "I hope so," I replied. "I don't want you to pies him off. He's already got too much dirt on you." "I know, I WON'T be late! I guess I'll see you there." Mitch grabbed his bag with the gear inside and left. At exactly 7:45 I was knocking on the hotel room door. Coach opened the door and smiled, knowing his orders would be followed. As I entered the room, my heart beat faster as I saw two other men in the room. I realized instantly what was going to happen, even though I didn't know the extent of it. They 23rd both middle aged men, probably in their 40's, and both looked like they had been jocks in their youth, but now had bellies and thinning hair. "This is the faggots boyfriend. I'm going to have him film." A lump formed in my throat as he handed me a video camera. "Just film the action boy. Keep the mens faces out of the frame. Keep the focus on the faggot as he gets used!" I just nodded, knowing it was pointless to disagree. Shortly, there was a knock on the door. "Start filming boy! I want to capture the faggots reaction as he walks in the room!" I turned the camera to the door as coach swung it open. There stood my god, drenched in fresh sweat, his clothes sticking to his well sculptured body. As he entered the room, his face fell as he saw the other two men, instantly realizing what coach had in mind. I thought for a moment he might belt, but he knew better. "Here you go men, the sweaty, smelly quarterback, just like you paid for. Have at it!" coach said as he sat back in a chair to watch. Paid......PAID!!! Coach had sold him like a whore! Mitch blushed in embarrassment as he heard those words. I saw tears in his eyes as he accepted what was about to happen to him. But oddly, my own cock got hard. The men moved in and grabbed Mitch, one pulling his jersey off, the other his shorts, as they threw him face down on the bed. One guy buried his face in Mitch's hairy, sweaty hole while the other guy unbuckled his pants and shoved his hard dick into Mitch's mouth, forcing it down his throat. Soon the ass eater pulled off and dropped his pants, revealing a sizeable hard on. He just lined it up to Mitch's hole and plunged in. Mitch howled at this sudden intrusion, but was silenced as the mouth fucker buried his cock all the way in, burying Mitch's nose in his pubic hair. Mitch choked and gagged while the ass fucker drilled him deep and hard. "Oh yea," said coach. "Rape that faggot jock! Don't be gentle! Since he likes dick so much, he's gonna get plenty tonight! His faggot holes will be sorry in the morning! Come on, he's a big, tough football player, he can take it rough! Don't hold back! The faggot needs to be taught a lesson!" With that the two men pounded into Mitch even harder. The ass fucker slapped Mitch's cheeks as hard as he could while the throat fucker held the back of Mitch's head and skull fucked him relentlessly. Mitch just cried choked, helpless to stop the brutal spitroasting. My own cock throbbed as I watched the man I loved get brutally raped by two strangers who had paid for the priveledge of using the hot, young jock. Soon both men were pumping their loads into Mitch's now official whore holes, filling the quarterback with hot man cum. They pulled out, their cocks both slimey, and switched places. They rolled Mitch onto his back, his head hanging off the bed. Without a moments rest, they both slammed their still hard cocks into his open, available holes, spearing him once again. The cock that had been in his ass was covered in a brown slime, but this was soon cleaned off by Mitch's clinging throat as it forced it's way down past his toncils. "Fuck yea guys," moaned coach, "Bust that faggot open! Put that Viagra to good use. He'll be begging for mercy before this night is over! He'll learn what it means to be a cumdump!" I don't know how long these guys fucked him, but it was a while. I heard another knock on the door as coach admitted the next man into the room. "Fuck yea!" the new guy exclaimed as he looked down on the star quarterback taking cock deep in both his holes. "Your next trick is already here boy." sneered coach. "I don't think you'll be getting much rest tonight!" Soon the first two men were dumping their second loads each into Mitch's already sore and abused holes. After they pulled out, the ass fucker stuck his now deflating cock into Mitch's mouth to clean it off. Coach grabbed a fat sharpie pen and proceeded to write "FAGGOT JOCK CUMDUMP PLEASE USE ME!!" on Mitch's chest. He rolled him over on his back and wrote "CUM IN HERE" above his ass, with arrows pointing to his hole, and across his shoulders he wrote, "FAGGOT'S CUMLOAD TALLY" with 4 slash marks underneath. "That's a good start for the night!" he said as the new stranger slid his hard cock into Mitch's wet hole.

Ben Cheats with Sam – as told by Ben As much as I love Brandon I love variety in sex and love getting fucked bareback by a big dick. Really, bareback is the only way I like it, which is why I was on PrEP when I met Brandon. I fucked around raw so much before I went on PrEP that I am surprised I never got sick. We had only been married about three months and I was already ready for another guy’s dick in my ass, preferably raw. Brandon had left on Sunday afternoon for a one week business trip. Realizing that we were out of beer I ran down to the local liquor store for a six pack. To my surprise and delight I ran into my old college roommate who had recently moved back to the neighborhood. Blond haired brown eyed muscle hunk Sam. Brandon’s 8 inch dick is amazing but Sam’s 10 incher is the biggest I have ever seen (or had fuck me). Sam is uncut, just the way I like it and he had fucked me often while we were in college, always with a condom. He always pulled out to cum, pulling off the condom to jerk off over my ass or belly. I longed to take it bare and to take his load deep up my chute, but he would have none of it, always insisting on protection. We spent a few minutes standing between the rum and the bourbon catching up on all that had happened in our lives in the few years since we had seen each other last. I could not help myself looking. Sam was even hotter than when he was in college. He had obviously been working out and was tanned and buffed. His tight jeans left nothing to the imagination and I kept looking at his bulge. He noticed. “So you’re married huh?” “Yes.” “But that doesn’t seem to stop you from eyeing my meat. Looks like you want it!” I looked at him with lust. “Yeah. Brandon and I have an agreement. Sort of a don’t ask don’t tell arrangement. We can fuck around as long as it is safe and we don’t have to tell each other. Since it’s only been a few months I have not done anything yet. With Brandon out of town I have not had a fuck for days.” I looked at his crotch again. The bulge was becoming more prominent. Sam was obviously interested in a replay of those nights in college. Sam was not quite ready to respond to the hint. “Well, I guess you’ll just have to go home and jerk off to that bareback porn you love so much. That way you won’t be cheating on your husband.” “Actually, I was thinking more on the lines on what we did in college: Drink beer, listen to music and then do what comes naturally.” Sam grinned “Yeah, remember those days? We fucked a lot. You used to try and get me drunk so that I would forget the condoms and fuck you bareback! I never did give in to you, did I?” “Nope” was my response. “And now I am married with an agreement to abide by.” Sam chuckled. “Yeah! Of course. I also have my rules, just not an agreement.” He paused and looked hard at me before continuing. “How about this: We grab some beers and go to my place. My condo is only two blocks from here. Then we can catch up on old times, drink beer and see what happens.” He looked down at the growing bulge in my pants and said “Based on what your pants are telling me I’ll take that as a yes.” We each grabbed a six pack, paid for it and headed out into the street. Sam was not kidding when he said his place was close. He told me not to bother moving my car and we were unlocking his front door in less than five minutes. So convenient, a bit more than a mile from our house! His condo was sparsely furnished as he had only recently moved in, but it had all the necessary stuff. We sat down in the living room and each of us cracked open a beer. We discussed old times and old friends and what everyone was up to. The talk was getting more and more sexual and I could see that he was getting aroused, and I was getting uncomfortably hard in my tight shorts. Sam stood up. “I’ve gotta piss. Beer is starting to work. Be back in a minute.” As he walked out of the room I marveled how good his muscular ass looked in his tight jeans. While Sam was gone I looked at the Porno DVDs lying next to the DVD player. When we were in college he refused to buy or watch any bareback porn unless it was “Pre-Condom”. Judging from the titles his tastes had changed: “Truckstop Bareback”, “Bare Gloryholes”, “Bareback Cheating Boyfriends”, Cum Loaded” and “Taking Loads: Not a Drop Wasted”. Not a condom movie in sight. Sam returned carrying a couple of hand towels, a bottle of lube and some condoms. He placed them on the coffee table near to us. “I brought some supplies, just in case we decide we need them.” he said with a smirk. I had thought the whole idea was that we were going to fuck so we did need them! He grabbed “Taking Loads: Not a Drop Wasted” and put it in the player. “He turned to me with a grin. “This is one of my favorite porn movies. I love the guys’ attitudes. They’ll take anybody’s dick in their asses.” We grabbed our beers and sat back on the couch to watch the movie. The move was set in an abandoned warehouse. Guys entered one by one and soon the stars were sucking dicks and rimming asses. The movie had barely started when Sam went down on my dick. He was still as good a cocksucker as he had been in college. I watched the movie while he worked on my dick. Quite a few of the guys in the movie had biohazzard tattoos, and soon the fucking started. First it was the biohazard guys fucking each other, and then they started randomly fucking the other guys. Sam stocked sucking and motioned me to go down on him. It was wonderful to get my mouth on his massive cock and taste his ample pre-cum after so many years. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that the movie had got to a scene where three bottoms in a line were getting fucked doggy style by three tops with biohazard tattoos. Unlike many movies this one actually had the actors speaking. While I was deep throating Sam’s massive dick and working his foreskin with my tongue I could hear the tops talking dirty were saying how they were going to load the bottoms with their poz cum. Both Sam and I were rock hard by this time and he was leaking copiously into my hungry mouth. He eased me off his dick and looked at me “Ready for some real action? I want to taste your sweet ass.” I got up and went down on the couch on all fours. Within seconds he had his face in my ass crack and was greedily slurping on my hole. I relaxed my muscles and he thrust his tongue as deep as he could go. I was drooling profusely by now leaving a slick puddle on the leather of the couch. This did not last long. “On your back” Sam ordered. I watched as he reached across to the coffee table and grabbed the bottle of lube and a condom. He squirted some on his hand and then worked one, two then three slippery fingers into my greedy hole. “You ready for this? I know you want it SO BAD.” He said with a grin, squirting some more lube onto his hand and slicking up his rock hard cock. He wiped his hand off on a towel and then lined up his drooling cock with my hole. Then he did something unexpected; he ripped open the condom packet and rolled the condom over my dick while slowly pushing his way in. There was a brief spasm of pain as his massive meat entered my chute and then extreme pleasure as his bare dick stretched my anal walls and started to slide up into my ass. “I know you’ve always wanted me to fuck you raw.” He said as he thrust in balls deep. “But I always played safe, never did what you wanted. Now I only fuck and get fucked bareback. But you can tell your husband you wore a condom when we fucked.” I burst out laughing, which just made him fuck harder and faster. I had forgotten how well he fucked and I was extremely turned on by his tight muscular body as he thrust deep into my gut. I put my hand on my sheathed dick but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me. “NO. I don’t want you to waste your cum. It belongs in an ass; my ass.” He was so turned on by the thought of fucking me bareback at last that he did not last long. “Oh fuck yeah. Fuck. I’m close. You always had the best hole to fuck but this is so much better.” With that his dick started to spasm and he slammed his crotch into my ass as he started to unload his seed as deep as possible in my colon. “Breeding your tight ass good.” He thrust hard a few more times spewing his load into my hungry cunt. It was really hard to not cum hands free in the condom as the experience was so intense. He remained deep in my gut for a few moments before he spoke. “Fuck yeah. That was hot. And I know you are so ready to cum that if you stick it in my ass you will cum even before you are all the way in. I nodded in agreement. He withdrew his still hard member from my ass and went down on his hands and knees. “Eat my ass before you fuck me” he ordered “Get it good and sloppy so we don’t need lube.” His anus was not the same as I remembered it from college. No longer a tight pucker, his puffy ass lips relaxed to reveal a gaping hole. Sam had obviously been fucked a lot since we had been together in college. As I thrust my face into his tangy crack and slid my tongue into his welcoming hole I heard him say. “Yeah, like it? Not as tight as I used to be because I love getting double-dicked. I can take it real easy now.” I gave a muffled affirmative as I tasted cum in his hole. So he had already been fucked today. He obviously knew what I was thinking. “Yeah, Matt and Josh loaded me after brunch this morning. You’re going to have a slick ride.” His ass was now nice and wet so I got ready to fuck him. I still had the condom on and my dick inside was slick with all the pre-cum that I had been leaking. I pulled it off and lined my fat cockhead up against his ring. As I slowly pushed in I got a thrill from finally getting to do something that I had wanted so many times in college; Get my bare dick in Sam’s needy hole. Sam was moaning with pleasure as I slid it all the way in and past the inner sphincter. I started thrusting slowly, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming all the way home to get as deep as I could. Sam sighed.” Fuck yeah, you have no idea how many times I wished your dick was bare when you fucked me in college”. When he said that it took me over the edge and I rammed him balls deep and started loading up his ass. “Fuck bitch, I’ve wanted this for so long: Seeding you good and hard.” In that instant a long held wish came true for both of us. We rested for a few minutes taking in the moment. As I pulled out of Sam’s sloppy hole he joked. “Wrong porn movie. Should have been the Bareback Cheating Boyfriends. One of my favorites. Except it should have been husbands.” As we were getting dressed I asked Sam what had changed his mind about barebacking. It was quite by accident he told me. “About a year ago I met this really hot couple for a threesome. They said they always fucked each other raw but we agreed that when I would fuck and get fucked it would be safe. It did not work out that way and I am sure they planned it like that. We had all fucked each other at least once, me with condoms and Matt and Josh raw with each other but none of us had cum yet even though we had been close a few times. Matt was fucking Josh while I was sucking him. He turned to Matt and said I sucked better when I was being fucked and next thing Matt slid his bare cock out of Josh and slid it up my ass. No condom this time and slick with Josh’s ass juices. It felt so fucking good. Matt must have been really close because he only thrust a few times before I felt his dick swell and he started dumping a massive load in my hole. Then Josh said that since I could not catch anything from him that I could not catch from his boyfriend he wanted to fuck me raw as well and he did. Well, that did it. It felt so incredible that by the end of the evening I had seeded them both and each had bred me twice. They admitted afterwards that they liked hooking up with safe-sex only guys and converting them to bareback in the heat of the moment. I never used a condom since and I must have been bred by more than a hundred guys. Matt and Josh go as bbcpl4loads on the internet.” I wondered about the risks Sam had been taking but I still wanted him to bareback me again. I guess I should have still been on PrEP even though I had never been as good about taking it regularly as I had been about taking loads.

PART 3 Conrad looked up at me and smiled. His legs were still wide open, and a pearl-size drop of cum escaped his hole. I pushed it in with my finger, and he moaned. “Sit up, boy,” I said. “Take three nice hits off the pipe for your big bro. I’m gonna get us ready for a night at the baths.” I heard the click of the lighter as I grabbed a white jockstrap from the laundry basket, giving it a quick smell and catching a whiff of cum, sweat, and piss in the fabric pouch. I threw it to Conrad. “Here, bud—wear this,” I said. “It’s only slightly used.” He nodded as a dense cloud billowed from his mouth. Meanwhile, I grabbed my playkit, threw on a T-shirt, and pulled my gym shorts over my cock—still rock-hard and glistening with fresh poz seed. The mesh fabric strained around my erection, pulling on the elastic and revealing just a little bit of the thick patch of hair above my cock. I heard the boy hit the pipe a second time, then a third, as I prepared another dose of G in the kitchen. I brought him the dose as he exhaled smoke from his nose like a regular chemwhore. “Drink up,” I said, “then put on those shorts. But leave your tank top here, OK? I want everybody to see my lil’ bro’s hot fuckin’ body.” He nodded, gulping at the G-laced soda before pulling his shorts over the jockstrap. The waistline landed about one-third of the way down his bubble butt, revealing a bright-white band of elastic. “Good boy,” I said, lighting up the pipe and sharing the smoke with him in a deep, hungry kiss. “Now let’s go feed your hot little butt.” He practically ran to the bathhouse, stopping every 50 feet or so to keep his shorts from slipping to the ground. Finally I grabbed his hand, unbuttoned the top button, and let the shorts fall. He shot a worried glance my way. “Don’t worry, bud,” I said with a triumphant grin, opening the front doors to the bathhouse. “Nobody here’s gonna complain.” My buddy Rick was on duty at the ticket window. As Conrad and I approached, he gave the kid a once-over and laughed. “Holy shit, dude,” he said to me. “This one's gonna be good.” “It already is,” I said, showing him one of my fingers slick with cum from Conrad’s hole. Rick practically licked his chops. (He was one of my regular top buddies, and he especially loved sprinkling a layer of T on his raw poz dick and sliding it inside a faggot’s wrecked, dripping cumhole.) As he secured a room for us, I glanced back at the guys standing in line. All of them craned their necks to see my boy leaning against the counter in his jockstrap. I pulled his ass apart, revealing a trickle of cum running down his leg. That earned a few grunts of piggy appreciation. Then I whispered in my lil’ bro’s ear: “Keep spreading it, boy. Be proud of your hunger.” He nodded eagerly, reaching back and showing off his smooth, knocked-up boyhole. One of the dudes in line responded with a single word: “Fuuuuuuuuuck.” “The sling room is taken,” said Rick. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll be invited there at some point.” (He gave the word “point” a little extra emphasis, followed by a wink.) “Anyway, I managed to get a deluxe room for you. Come on through and let me check your bags.” We walked through the security door, and I put my playkit on the counter. Rick opened it up. I'd packed everything I might need for a night of poz-fucking: a row of prepared points, a large dimebag full of T, a needleless syringe for administering booty bumps, and a water bong. “Looks good to me,” he said with a smirk. Then he leaned over the counter and lowered his voice. “I’m off at 6 am. You’re welcome to come by my place when you’re done here.” Rick often hosted a group at his place on Sunday mornings. It was always a good crowd—mostly because he would recruit the hottest partyboys from the bathhouse by giving them a glimpse of his big dick while “checking their bags.” I gave him a nod. “Fuck yeah,” I said. “He’ll be very ready for you by that...point.” “Point taken,” said Rick with a smirk. “Now get to work.” As Conrad and I began walking down the hallway toward our room, I put my arm around his shoulder, bringing my mouth close to his ear. “If you see anything you like, just let me know. OK, buddy?” “Yes, big bro,” he answered, causing my cock to nearly spring out of my shorts. We walked past the hot tub, where some kid sat on the edge, legs dangling in the water, his hole eagerly riding a Daddy's raw cock. The kid was clearly tweaked out of his mind, and I could hear the top muttering a steady stream of pigtalk as the kid bounced hungrily on his dick. Conrad stopped and stared. “Don’t worry, buddy,” I said. “That’s nothing compared to what you’re in for.” We turned the corner. Ahead of us, leaning against the wall, a furry guy in his mid- to late 20s stood watching the men walk by. He was wearing nothing but a towel and a camouflage ballcap. I thought to myself: this is what Conrad might look like in a few years. The dude sported a little more muscle, a spray of hair across his pecs, and a clear treasure trail leading from his abs to the towel wrapped around his waist. But that's not what really caught my attention. No: what caught my attention was the giant red-and-black biohazard tattoo just above his left nipple. And then something happened that blew my fucking mind. Conrad saw the dude standing there, let out a little whimper, and made a beeline for this total fuckin’ stranger. And without a word, he placed his tongue on the guy’s nipple...giving the biohazard tat a long, slow lick. The dude grinned, placed his hand on the back of Conrad’s head, and encouraged him to keep worshiping the mark of poz brotherhood. Then he looked over at me. “This your boy?” he said. “Fuck yeah,” I answered. “I’m Sloan. This is Conrad.” “Jason here,” he said. “But before we go any further, he needs to be clear on one thing.” “What’s that? “My tattoo isn’t gonna give him what he wants. Only one thing is gonna do that.” He pulled the towel away from his waist, and his fat uncut cock swung forward, its head grazing my lil’ bro’s abs. Conrad whimpered again. I leaned over to give Jason a long, sloppy kiss. “Come with us,” I said. “I wanna see you help my boy earn his tattoo.” Conrad broke away from his poz-worship, and the two guys followed me to the room. Once inside, the boy dropped to his knees and began noisily and shamelessly slurping on Jason’s poz cock. Fuck yeah, I thought to myself. That G is definitely kicking in. “Goddamn,” said Jason with a laugh. “You got this kid fuckin’ blitzed, huh?” I answered with a proud nod. “Nice,” Jason said, then lowered his voice. “So…how are you guys partying?” I raised my eyebrows, then gave Jason another deep kiss as Conrad kept trying to devour his cock. “Fuck, dude,” I whispered in his ear. “That’s one of my favorite fuckin’ questions.” (As most partypigs know, the only people who ask “how you’re partying” are slammers—so Jason was not only a hot poz fucker, but a slampig too.) “Oh yeah, fucker?” he said with a smirk. “You been playing darts with this boy?” “Not yet,” I answered. “But in a few minutes, he'll be getting his first fuckin’ slam.” I took Jason’s hand and guided it to Conrad’s hole. His finger made contact with the warm seed slowly dripping from my lil’ bro’s knocked-up cunt—and with that, Jason’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned in appreciation. “That’s poz load #1,” I said. “My load. I got this kid high and pounded his virgin cunt full of seed. And of course he’s hungry for more.” “Of course he is,” Jason said. “Listen—I’m here with my poz Daddy, the dude who knocked me up about a year ago. We’re in the sling room. We love getting negboys on their backs, slamming ‘em up for the first time, and transforming them into little poz cumhounds. You wanna join us?” I flashed him a wolfish grin, then leaned over to kiss him again. “Couldn’t have planned it better myself,” I said. “Fuckin' A. Let’s go create a slampig.” MORE SOON…

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…