Leaderboard

I've read about the Cum Union parties for years but had never been to one. As it happened, I was in town and a Cum Union party was that night. Not knowing exactly what to expect and sense I was a few minutes early, I got in-line with about 20 other guys who were also early. For the most part, the guys appeared to be from their early 20's to late 60's with the majority in their 40's and some of them were damn hot to me, I love bearded bears. I was towards the end of the line so, when I got to the lockers, I could see how far down guys were going with their clothes coming off. A few were keeping their clothes on while about half striped down to shorts and the rest were in jock straps, I was with the jocks group, what the hell! Going into the club, men were already at the glory hole wall getting blow jobs which I've never been big on getting. So I walked to the front room which has kind of a nook in it with a sling and this hot 30's something goteed guy getting fucked by a bearded stud with a thick 10" cock, damn! I've been in this place less than 10 minutes! There are three other guys in here and a bearded guy who's giving another guy a blow job starts feeling my hard on. This guy stands up, bends over and starts giving me a great cock sucking while the guy he was blowing is fucking him. About this time, this big dicked black guy who was stroking his cock next to me starts fucking the guy in the sling while the guy sucking my cock turns around to take my cock. Fuck, his hole was good and juicy with cum from the guy that had been fucking him. I fucking love sloppy seconds! This guy liked being fucked hard and he got my first load a couple of minutes later. I stepped out of that little sling area and ran into a guy I'd talked with on BBRT and he was looking to fuck. I figured what the fuck, there was a table right here in this big common area with video's playing that a guy had just finished getting fucked on, so I bent over the table and my buddy pushed his big thick cock all the way in, I was in fucking pig heaven, getting fucked in front of about 10 guys by a HOT stud with a huge beard. When my buddy pulled out, I noticed the big dicked black dude from the sling area was standing next to me and stroking a big cock of his, whats a pig to do, I bent back over the table and felt his cock slide in, fucking good ride! When the black dude pulled out after a few minutes, the hot stud that I saw get fucked on that very table pushed his hard cock up my ass and he whispered in my ear "I'm gonna breed ya" it didn't take long and I had his load in my hole! When he pulled out, he bent over the table and my cock was deep in his hole. I get super horny after I get fucked and I pounded his hole and put my second load of the night into him... that wouldn't be the only load I'd put in him! I saw a bearded, tattooed black guy laying in a sling with his legs up. Too good of an opportunity to pass up! I started rubbing my cock against his hole and he just said "breed me!", I did, load #3. I was ready to take a break from fucking when I cam across the guy with the 10" cock and I could see how thick he was and ready. I've never taken a 10" cock before but this guy knew how to fuck! We fucked for at least 20 minutes before I needed a break. Smoke break, which is where I ran into the first guy I'd fucked, nice guy. Later, we were in the hallway where I put another load in him, he said that made load 7 in his hole! I went into the dark room which was packed. I worked my way over to the wall, I didn't realize there was a guy behind me until I felt his fingers feeling my hole. I reached around and felt his rock hard thick 8" and since he was sitting, I lowered my ass and felt that thick monster cock slide in. Was a bit uncomfortable due to the angle but we played a good 15 minutes. I saw my bearded black dude in the hallway and he wanted another load, I was more than willing. After taking a bit of a break, decided it was time to put my ass in one of the slings. The crowd was thinning out but it didn't take long before a mustache black dude came in and pushed his hard cock up my ass and gave me a good fucking. I didn't realize that my bearded black bud had been watching my ass getting fucked and came right in and pushed his 8 inches deep into my hole after the first guy finished. As he said, " I owe you at least two loads". Damn he was good! It was a fun time!

Part 26 - The Jogger At 20 years old Zack was quite a catch with his good looks and floppy mohican hair style, he often wished he was taller as he only stood at five foot seven. Still very much in the closet with his family but certainly not shy with men, he knew he had to talk to Jake and tell everything, he was the one person he could confide in. He was early and stood mindlessly at the corner of the road texting with a guy on line who wanted to meet for sex. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a jogger heading towards him, he loved admiring joggers so he had a good look at the figure approaching his direction. Nice he thought, early 20's, slightly taller, very chiselled features almost European looking. Yes he thought great boyfriend material, he returned to his texting waiting for him to get closer when he would sneak another look. Andre spotted him standing there on the corner, did he just check me out he thought. He slowed his pace down then stopped about 20 feet away, pretending to adjust his earphones and turning the music down whilst having a better look. He casually walked up towards Zack and the closer he got the more interested he was. Neither looked at each other as Andre walked in front of him, he waited until he was a few meters away before turning his head around. Zack was eyeing him from behind when he saw him turn and smile, his heart skipped a beat and feeling a little embarrassed at being caught out. But he had stopped and was walking back towards him. "Hey, do you need any help?" "No, am waiting for my cousin but arrived half an hour to early. Did you have a good run?" "Yes, but now very hot and sweaty. I'm Andre." "Zack." "Nice to meet you Zack, do you want to hang out whilst you kill time?" "What you got in mind?" "I live just down here and you look like you may need a cooling shower." "Sure, but I have to be back here in 30 minutes." Zack walked with Andre along the road until he stopped at a tall gate, he watched him place his index finger against a small panel and gate opened. They slipped in to the house by the side entrance and up the back stair case to Andre's room. Once inside Andre pinned Zack against the wall, not a word spoken, just a fleeting smile between them as their lips touched each other, parted and then Andre slipped his tongue in to Zack's mouth and kissed him for all his worth. Zack's arms were like octopus legs and they coveted every inch of Andre's body, hands began removing clothes until they both stood naked. Still locked in their hungry kiss Andre began moving Zack in to the bathroom and the shower enclosure. Water cascaded down Zack's back and gradually over his head as Andre pushed him further in until his was refreshed by the cool water. Zack felt himself being pushed down to his knees only to come face to face with Andre's eight inch hard cock, protruding upwards in a gentle curve with the head already exposed. His lips encircled around the head as he gently sucked taking more in to his mouth until his tongue began caressing Andre's oozing cock. The precum was salty a kind of bitter sweet, his head was being pulled forward to take more cock in to his mouth as Andre began face fucking Zack gently. Zack began to apply more pressure as he felt Andre change rhythm and his breathing became heavier. It was more than Andre could take and loosing the battle to hold back, he shouted 'Fuck'. Zack felt the cock twitch and his mouth instantly became full of Andre's toxic seed, he was trying to hold it in his mouth as he had never swallowed before, but the cock kept releasing more filling his mouth. Zack gulped and swallowed a little, he began choking firing a mouth full of seed back over Andre, at the same time he released his own load over Andre's leg. He quickly withdrew his cock out of Zack's mouth, checked he was okay and pulled him up to his feet and began kissing him with more passion than before. The both stood looking at each other, Zack was on cloud nine and this was the quickest pick up he ever had. Andre stopped kissing him and they both washed then dried off. "Thank you Andre, wow, thank you." "You are seriously sexy Zack. How old are you?" "20 and you?" "24, dam good cock sucker for a 20 year old." They both laughed before Zack realised he had 5 minutes to get back to the meeting point. They swapped mobile numbers with Zack promising to call him later. Andre opened the door and escorted him out down the staircase and across the entrance hall. "Zack!" They both turned to see Jake and Marco standing there having come out from the dining room. He face turned bright red as he never would have expected to see Jake standing there, even the look on Jake's face showed surprise. Marco chuckled to himself. "Well I guess that answers that question Jake. Andre I thought you went out for a run?" "I did and came across this cutie at the corner of the road checking me out." "Andre lets go get a coffee, I think these two need to have a talk." Andre and Zack walked over to where Jake stood, he noticed that Zack was shaking a bit having been caught with his pants down so to speak. Andre and Marco headed to the kitchen but was still overly confused by what was going on. Marco got Andre up to speed as who Zack was, he was laughing at the irony of the situation and told Marco that all they needed now was Jacob and they would have the whole family. Zack was dumbstruck and had no idea what to say. "I suppose the cat is out of the bag now." "Is that what you wanted to meet me about?" "Yeah I wanted someone to talk to, you know how auntie Sue gets when she grabs on to something." "Oh Zack, but picking people up on a street corner, seriously." "Doesn't look good does it. Do you really live here?" "Yes with Marco and several others. It is a big house and feels empty when no one is around." "I'm sorry about you know, with Andre." "I have to ask Zack, did you have sex?" "Kiss and blow. But hell he is sexy." Jake was laughing his socks off and called his cousin a cheap hooker. They entered the kitchen where Andre and Marco were sat talking having a coffee. Marco fetched them both a drink and sat back down across the table from Zack and Andre looking at the both of them. Zack shifted in his seat and felt a little uncomfortable, he had never sat down with a pick up before, it was always wham bam out the door. Slowly he opened up talking more as they all listened. Fabian came in to the kitchen in his white dressing gown, he stopped and looked at the four of them. "Don't mind me just getting some coffee for Paul and me." "Fabian this is my cousin Zack. I think he wanted to meet to tell me he is gay but Andre outed him as only Andre can." Fabian laughed and went over to Zack. "Nice to meet you Zack. Hope Andre behaved himself." "Hello and no he didn't behave himself, he had me naked in the shower and totally molested me." Andre shoved Zack who was laughing, Fabian smiled at Jake and winked. He knew by now that was Fabian's way of giving the seal of approval. He told Andre to be honest and open, Zack didn't know what was meant by that comment, Jake knew and realised he would have to tell his brother and cousin before either of them got to entwinned in the family. Jacob opened his eyes slowly, he was still laying on his side and was looking straight in to Ben's eyes. He looked for a moment and cuddled up close to Ben who let out a slow pleasing groan as they hugged in bed, their lips touched in a quick kiss and they laid for several more minutes holding each other. Ben extracted himself from Jacob's arms and stood up and started changing in to his gym clothes, he picked up the gym clothes Andre had leant Jacob, he groaned but got dressed and walked with Ben down to the gym. Zack and Jake spent some time chatting whilst the others gave them some space and left the kitchen. Ben wiped himself over with his towel as Jacob sat watching him. Ben needed a smoothie to get some energy back so they both walked upstairs and crossed the hall through the dining room and in to the kitchen. Ben stopped and was face to face with Zack, Jacob crashed in to Ben and laughed until he saw Zack and stopped. "Zack, what are you doing here?" "Hello Jacob, I was going to ask you the same question, never expected you to come through the door." "Someone please tell me what is going on, this is like the Waltons here." "Sorry Ben, this is Zack, mine and Jake's cousin." "Sounds like there is a story here, but I need a smoothie then the pool." Jacob felt very awkward as Ben grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the fridge. Jacob said bye as he and Ben left them to get back to their conversation. Zack's face said it all, Jake began telling him that there is a possibility he might be gay, but no one wants to push him to hard. Stunned at the revelation he went on to say that he thought Ben looked very familiar but couldn't put his finger on it. Jake remembered that Zack was a keen gymnast until a couple of years ago, it was this reminder to Zack where he finally placed Zack. He had seen him in competition at Wembley about 3 years ago, he was now bobbing around like a little child and was desperate to get a selfie with him, Jake managed to calm him down eventually. But Zack had to get going back to his family so Jake walked him to the gate. "So what about you and Andre?" "Don't know, when I first saw him I just thought he would be nice bf material, I don't think he is that interested." "If he is it will happen." He walked Zack out to the gate and gave him a hug and watched Zack leave. As Jake turned to go back inside he thought how weird things are turning out, Zack he was almost sure from what Marco said at the hospital and Jacob was quite the revelation. Heaven knows what their mum and dad were going to think if he Jacob came out of the closet as well.

A gaping hole like this one is awesome as well.

I'm a fan of this look.

Moderator's Note: Please find another hobby. Aggressively questioning people's arithmetic is out of line. If you just cannot let it go, try something more along the lines of "I don't think your numbers work. Could you clarify?" There is no reason to be rude.

Part 18 Home Slice Dante came back down as I was being helped out of the sling. Dante then helped me out to the pool while Marc took my place in the sling. After a short swim at had a big breakfast before heading up to catch some sleep. We spent most of Friday in bed sleeping and recovering. My ass wasn’t as sir as I thought it works be, but I knew I wasn’t going to be getting fucked until we got to Hawaii. We you up I the afternoon to do some packing for our trip. Dante made several calls making sure all arrangements were made for our trip, as well as, Jeremy’s party on Saturday night. There were only 4 of the dozen (or so) guys that Jeremy invited that were going to show up. The others were either to intimidated or scared or paid off not to attended. Robbie was the first to arrive and texted that he was the only one there as planned. Dante’s plan was to arrive late with myself and Pedro, one of his crew who couldn’t stand Jeremy. He was a Latin top with a dick longer then Dante's (which felt nice when he fucked me at my gang bang) and planned too destroy Jeremy’s hole. When Jeremy opened the door to see Dante standing there he got an excited look on his face which quickly changed when he saw myself and Pedro. Dante Jeremy was not happy that I brought Home Slice & Pedro with me. He actually said to me, “I only wanted you to come over. Can you ask Chris and Pedro to go?” I held my ground, “Listen pussy boy, they go, I go!” He hesitated for about 5 seconds before luring the door to let us in the place. He led us back to an area he set up for play with a sling and a futon that he placed a decent mattress on. I already am planning on getting him to take mine and Pedro's cocks in a dp on that mattress after he’s been ‘flying’ most of the night. I looked over at Robbie who gave me a nod with a finger to his nose letting me know what Jeremy’s drink was already spiked with G. I could see that it was half gone when I toasted him for his birthday eagerly egging him on to down the last of his drink. Robbie quickly refilled his glass and Jeremy took another good swig. Since I knew the big 18th birthday, sex party was a bust I had to start priming the pump. As I stripped down I motioned for Jeremy to get into the sling so I could fuck him. While I got on my knees to eat his white ass I asked, “When are your guests going to arrive?” I figured for my tongue was working him into a sexual frenzy it would allow me to drive him to a point where I could bring in my ‘poz’ friends. His answer was expected, “You know the fags” this town, they either arrive late or flake out.” Home Slice chimed in perfectly, “They’re probably not coming over.” I was just lubing up my condom wrapped cock (first time I ever wore one that wasn’t ready to break) and gently slid into Jeremy’s ass. He was finally getting what he had been begging me to give him for the past 2 years. I fucked him gently for a good 10-15 minutes. I was never close to cumming with the condom on, but his tight ass felt. I couldn’t wait to get back in him raw. I finally asked him, “I know a few hours who’d might like to join the party (I placed a emphasis I parTy that went over his head).” Between moans from my dicking him he asked, “Do they play safe?” I let him know, “Bro, they will ‘play’ how ever he wanted then to play. It’s your party, your place, you set the rules.” He asked one more question, “How many guys can you get to come over?” He answer sealed it, “How many do you want? Keep in mind the more guys you have over the more guys that stand around with wanting to fuck, they may fuck someone fist who’s here or leave disappointed.” His eye’s lit up asking, “Just have 2 or 3 more guys over. I think 6 to 7 is plenty. Besides, I’m sure Chris can help keep then busy by only sucking them hard like a ‘fluffer'.” That was the insult I ever wanted to hear from this douche bags mouth. The only thing I want to hear from him after this were strong coughs and probably an ‘OH FUCK’ after he’s slammed and him begging to be fucked and bred. I pulled my cock out quickly telling the soon to be high and knocked up twink, “Let me make some phone calls.” Home Slice I quickly took Dante’s place at Jeremy’s ass. The only difference is the condom I had on had a couple of Tina shards in it and was going to break almost immediately. I slowly sank in to the surprise pleasure of Jeremy. He moaned as my Caverjack aided 7+” bottomed out balls deep. I pulled back almost all the way out before sinking back all the way I when I felt the condom rip allowing the Tina to tare across his rectum and my cock feeling the bare walls of his ass. Jeremy’s second drink was over half gone when this all happened. You could start to see his eyes glaze over. He started to make a comment, I sure about the Tina burning I his ass, as I leaned in to give him a ‘birthday’ kiss before wishing him, “Happy birthday buddy. I think you’re liking my cock.” Jeremy simply nodded as I began to really fuck him. I was almost pulling completely out, knowing that when I did he’d see the shredded condom towards the base of my cock. I had to wait for Dante to get back so that Robbie and Pedro could keep him restrained while Dante administer the newly born chem pig’s first slam. Dante was finally done contacting the other poz pigs, who were paying Dante you privilege of pozzing Jeremy, that it was time to come over. At that moment Robbie and Pedro were on either side of Jeremy and as he relaxed from the G and the Tina flowed from his ass to his brain he unknowingly raised his hands some his head, having onto the chains as I was about to long dick him. He closed his eyes for a moment and I pulled my cock completely out before slamming back inside. As I did this a couple more time I slapped him I the face which brought him back to reality as I pulled out one more time. He looked up into the mirror above the sling, seeing that the condom was on the lower quarter of my cock. His eyes got real big as Robbie and Pedro quickly restrained his arms. I pulled off the remnants of the condom, threw it in him and resumed fucking him. He pleaded with his eyes and begged me, “Dude, you got to wrap up, I only fuck safe.” I looked down at him and answered, “Not any more. This is pay ball for telling my father about me being gay.” Dante asked him, “I thought the reason you kept asking me to fuck you was that you wanted me to turn you into a cum pig?” Jeremy was shacking his head and saying “FUCK NO! Now let me go” while moaning with every hard thrust I gave him. Dante was now placing a tourniquet on his arm saying, “I guess we’ll have to give you a little ‘something’ to help you discover your true self. Now best you hold still as not to get seriously injured.” Dante found a good vein, swabbed it with alcohol, and as I paused my fucking street’ll with my cock buried deep I his ass, gave Jeremy his first slam. It was a strong one to start. I resumed my pounding of his hole the second the needle was pulled out. When the tourniquet was removed and the Tina began to move into his chest, I felt his hole convulsing with every cough. It made me double my efforts to seed his ass. Quickly a change came over him. He was moaning even louder and stared to beg me to fuck him harder. I looked at him asking, “Is our new chem pig liking my raw cock I his ass?” His answer was no surprise, “Oh, fuck yes.” His answer to my next question didn’t matter, he was getting my load, and anyone else’s who fucked him from that point on. I asked him, “Where does Jeremy want my load? Are you ready for me up breed you for the first time in your life? Are you ready to become our cum dump? You ready to me knocked up? We all have a special gift to give you for your birthday? You do want our special gift?” I have no idea of he had any clue what I was talking about, but in his drugged up brain all he could do was say ‘Yes’ and ‘Give it to me, please give it to me’. All this talk and the action of slamming him had me ready to shoot my first load in nearly a week. I roared, “Ready or not bitch, I’m about to fill you with a big load of dirty, filthy, poz cum.” As I slammed in and out while my balls over heated and I began to have one of the strongest orgasms I had ever had firing over a dozen times. I felt my cum begin to back splash song my cock as I worked my toxic spooge into the walls of his soon to be poz ass. When I was spent and my softening cock began to slip from his ass, I was quickly replaced by Dante. Dante fucked Jeremy for a lot longer then I did delivering 2 good loads. After another slam Pedro fucked him next. He went for depth making sure whatever cum that was inside was pushed in deep. As Robbie took his turn the others that Dante had recruited and had paid him to fuck Jeremy showed up. By Sunday afternoon Jeremy’s ass was dropping pinkish cum. It was strange but when we left Pedro hung around to ‘take care’ of Jeremy.

This four-part story from Usenet's alt.sex.stories.gay, posted in 1999, still gets me hard. It was a shame that it was locked away in Google Groups. Bringing it out into the light of the web seemed like a good idea. The original post is viewable here. * * * Finally after six years at sea, I finally was going to get shore duty and with luck, my detailer friend had set me up with a good shore billet. To be honest I was doubtful. "Personal assistant" to the commanding officer of some little assed base that no one had ever heard of before in Alaska. Hell, I was hoping to go someplace where I might find a little action. This base was in a town of 1100 and half of those were Navy but Keith said to trust him. Since he had showed me the best time I have ever had when I was in DC, I gave him the benefit of the doubt. I arrived on the base and went immediately to the CO to report in. I went into the command center and found the office. I was dressed in my Cracker Jack Dress Blues that were just a bit too tight. As a result, the crotch of my pants left little to the imagination. My cock and low hanging balls were outlined perfectly with the dark material. As I approached the CO's secretary's desk, her eyes widened as they went passed my crotch. I laughed to myself, thinking, too bad baby, that thing is for men only. "FC2 Sams reporting to see Capt. Clarkson." I said in my most military, macho voice. "One moment," she said, staring at my crotch. "FC2 Sams to see you sir, " she announced through the intercom. "Send him in," came the reply. She motioned to the door and I could feel her eyes on my ass as I walked away, a grin on my face. "Close the door," the Capt. said as I entered the room. He was standing behind his desk with his hands behind his back. My new commanding officer was one hot fucking officer. He stood an impressive 6' 5" tall, with black hair (just starting to gray at the temples) and green eyes. His body looked well buffed beneath his uniform and his handsome face was like something out of a GQ magazine. I closed the door and approached his desk. As I approached, it seemed as if he was checking me out. "FC2 Sams reporting for duty, sir!" I said saluting. "At ease," Captain Clarkson said with a twinkle in his eye. "Strip!" "Pardon me, sir," I asked dumbfounded? "I said strip, sailor," he commanded. "Are you deaf or something." "No sir I said," pulling my jumper over my head. "Keith was right, you are one hot sailor," he commented as he came from behind his desk. "I hope you're obedient as well." As I began taking off my pants, his hand reach out and pinched my nipple, making it stand out hard and erect. "These are the duties you will perform while you're here:" he announced as he began running his hands over my chest and back. "Number one, you will be available 24 hours a day. Because of this you will not be in a duty section. Number two, you do not question anything I ask. Number three, after every order you will answer with, 'yes sir' and nothing else. Number four, you will perform all sexual acts I ask of you. Number five, you will not cum unless I give you permission. That means you will not beat off or have sex with another man unless I say so. Are these orders understood?" "Yes sir, " I responded standing there with a raging hardon silently thanking Keith for this duty assignment. "Bend over," Capt. Clarkson ordered. "Yes sir, " came my immediate reply. I felt his hands spread the cheeks of my ass. Then, I felt his thumb rub my puckered ass. "I hope you like things up your ass, because you're going to find it filled quite often," he said as he continued to inspect my naked body. "We're going to have to get rid of a little of this hair though. I like my boys smooth. With that he grabbed my cock and led be to a door in the back of his office. Inside the door was the captain's own private head, complete with shower. "Bend over the sink," he commanded and I complied. Whack!!!! His hand slapped my ass. "What did I tell you to do when I gave you an order!" he demanded. "To say 'yes Sir, ' Sir" I answered. "So why didn't you?" he asked giving my ass another spank. "Sorry sir, it won't happen again." I assured him. "Good!" he said and grabbed an electric clipper. I felt him start to remove the little hair I had around my ass hole with the clippers. When he finished he ordered me to turn around. "Yes Sir!" I answered and immediately complied. He then took the clippers to the area around my cock and balls plus the little bit of hair that ran up to my navel. Once he had it clipped, he put shaving cream around my incredibly stiff cock and shaved the little bit of hair that was left. The cool sensation I felt around my prick when he was done was unbelievable. I felt so dirty and horny that I almost came without touching my cock. "That's better." Captain Clarkson said. "Now let's see what kind of talents you have." With that, he began to undo his belt. I looked down to see that his cock was beginning to get hard and tent his uniform pants. As he unzipped his pants, his cock sprang free. The captain wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock was huge. It was uncut and nine inches long and very thick. It was sticking straight out and I could just see the purple head pushing its way out of his foreskin. At the slit, a drop of pre-cum was just beginning to form. "Get on your knees, sailor!" came the order. "Now suck that cock and don't even think about touching yours." "Yes Sir," I answered, licking my lips in anticipation. I started by going after that drop of pre-cum with my tongue. It had a strong musky taste. My head began to spin as I inhaled his very masculine smell. I dove my mouth onto his shaft and worked my tongue into the foreskin around the head of his cock. The area inside around the head of his cock had that same musky taste of his pre-cum. As I licked my tongue around the head of his cock, savoring this taste treat, Captain Clarkson put his hands on either side of my head and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. I opened my throat and let it slide down. "Yeah, Sams, you have one fucking hot mouth!" I reached up and grabbed his balls, which were just as impressive as his cock. They hung down at least three inches and they felt like two eggs inside his scrotum. They were also shaved to my delight. He still had pubic hair but his balls were smooth and absolutely hairless. I grabbed them and pulled them down towards the floor. The captain responded by moaning. I pulled my mouth off his cock and licked the crease between his balls and his legs. I loved the way he tasted. The salty, sweaty musk his crotch gave off was driving me crazy. Next, I began to tongue his smooth balls. "Fuck yeah sailor, suck those balls!" "Yes Sir!" I responded and sucked one of them into my mouth. I rolled it around with my tongue and was rewarded with another moan. I tried to get the other one into my mouth at the same time but they were too big. "God what a load of cum these things must produce," I thought to myself. After I had given his balls a good bath, I returned to his cock. I began to slowly work my mouth up and down his big tool. I was giving it the best head I knew how. It must have been too much for him though because he put his hand behind my head and began to fuck my face. In and out of my mouth and down my throat, he drove his cock. My head was spinning with the sensation of having this monster prick being forced down my throat. "Yeah, suck that dick you fucking sea whore!" he said. "Yeah, you like having your face fucked don't you? You want my cream in your mouth don't you?" My mouth was full so I couldn't answer. Instead, I just started working my tongue harder around his prick and started fondling his balls with my hands. Soon, he was fucking my mouth faster and I felt his balls pull up in preparation for releasing their load. When his cock let loose with the first blast of his jizz, it hit the back of my throat so hard it gagged me. I didn't care though. I wanted every drop of my captains hot man juice. He pulled his cock out so that just the head of it was in my mouth and let me savor every blast of his sweet tasting cum. I pulled the foreskin away from the head so that I could swallow every drop. Captain Clarkson shuddered as his orgasm subsided. "Fuck sailor, you have a great mouth." As his cock slipped from my mouth, he looked down and frowned. "I thought I told you that you could only cum if I gave you permission," he bellowed. I looked down and saw that I had blown my load all over the floor between his legs and I hadn't even touched myself. "Get down and lick it up sailor!" he ordered. "Yes Sir!" I answered bending down to lick up my own spunk from the floor. Bent over with my ass in the air, the captain spanked my ass each time I reached my tongue out for another wad of my goo. "Now I hope this is thelast time you disobey one of my orders." Once the floor was cleaned of my load, I was ordered to get dressed. "As my personal assistant you are at my disposal always, therefore, you will live in my house." He through me a set of keys. "Your room is in the basement. Go and unpack your things and then you can have the rest of the day to explore the base. But be back by 1800. I am going to need you this evening." My cock got hard just thinking about this evening as I headed to the captains quarters. It must have been really obvious too because I sure got a lot of stares. I didn't care though. This was going to be one great duty rotation.

Yesterday started with a nice hard pounding from a regular that texted that he needed a hole. I was blindfolded and ass up when he walked in the front door. Left a nice load in me. Then I went downtown to meet a couple who met me naked and hard at the door. Went out back where both of them and another guy gave me 4 loads. We were sweating from the effort and the heat of the sun when they finished. Cum was dripping down over my balls as I cleaned them all off and then got dressed. Being the horny cum slut I am I went to a nearby bookstore, got naked in a room and slid a few dollars in the slot. Left the door slightly open so guys could look in and it wasn't long before I was sucking a nice hard black cock. When he felt the cum in my ass he turned me around and slowly slid into me. He wasn't quiet as he moaned and told me how he was going to leave his baby juice in my ass and that attracted other guys into the room. I left a few hours later after having gotten 8 loads in my ass and 2 down my throat. An hour later I went to a friend's place where he was having a July 4th bbq and pool party. He saw the cum stain in my pants and slid a hand down the back to finger my hole. I groped him and felt him get hard as he asked how many loads I had. At his command I stripped naked and he bent me over the sofa and proceeded to pound my ass right then and there. As he pulled out he told the other guys there I was a slut hole that needed to be used and I had another cock in me in seconds. Spent the rest of the evening being the party whore for any drunk guy that was horny and wanted to unload. All in all it was a fantastic 4th for this cock whore!

Last weekend this insanely hot guy from London was in town visiting. He's a top, but I'm more top too, and he wanted to bottom for me. We got a hotel room together so we could fuck all night, but I had to leave early. I gave him 4 loads before midnight. He just kept making me so hard, and then sitting on my cock till I burst. He's coming back again, and the best part is now he wants me to fuck him and then find a bunch of strangers to breed him too! Can't wait till next time!

Part 22, Princess and the pigs. His bicep vice grip around my neck was making me choke a little bit at first, but as he started to pull me through this bedroom, he squeezed even more. I was able to choke and gasp the words out.....'Please dont hurt me'. He slowly started to relax his arm once he realized I wasn't resisting. Being happy to breath again, I put my hands on his forearms which were still around my neck. I commented 'what amazing ink', his skin was as pale as mine as I slowly traced my fingers across the beautiful orange, white and red coy going up his arm. 'Do you remember me?' he asked? I was confused and said, 'I don't remember, I am sorry. Should I? I love your art, I would think I would have remembered.' 'Well, I had a long white sleeve shirt on. I was one of the servers last night.' 'Servers?' 'Yes, at Mr. Ali's house. ..... Last night....., I was the one who got you the celebration drink, and later handed you the pie and the brown bottles to take down to our visitors in the woodshed?'. 'Oh wow, sweet, I guess.... last night was kind of a blur to me,' I said. 'Oh man, as soon as I saw you, I wanted you. But I knew I was just there to work, but man, you had all the pigs oinking. Too bad your daddy ended your fuckfest so early, you disappointed a lot guys.' He kind of brought me slowly over to the bed, realizing I wasn't fighting back against him. My hands stayed on his ink. He started to pull his t-shirt off over his head. His whole body was covered with tats. It was like a canvas telling a story. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a brown bottle. When seeing it, my eyes got wide. My eyes followed the bottle like in a trance. He was moving it up and down, left to right, like an optometrist would during an exam. He laughed and said, 'Oh shit, I thought they were kidding' 'Kidding about what?' As my eyes followed his hand. It then triggered in his head... that's why I wasn't scared, I had seen the twink in the other room huffing the bottle and I was already under this control. He pulled his shoe off and threw it at the door in an attempt to close the door. As doing so, he said, 'I need you before my house mates find you here. I told them about you when I got back. They were pissed they didn't get to work the party, but Mr. Ali doesn't like black ex cons that much. He thinks they are not safe. My buds are cool, but they LOVE LOVE LOVE white boys.' 'That's awful about the party, I am sorry, I hate people who are racists. But, on the good new side..... well they are in luck, my daddy told me I am a special boy.' 'Special? How so? My name is Daron by the way.' 'Yes, daddy said I am a special boy, that was born with a pussy and she was put here in me to give other men a place to play so they didn't have to worry about those dirty gross women's pussies.' 'Oh really, is that what he told you?' Daron said. 'Yep, and all the guys last night said she was amazing.' 'Well sport, what if I drop a big gift in her now and then my homies can take a crack at her as well.' 'Gosh, that would be great. Maybe I should call the store and let them know I might be a little while. I am sure it will be ok, Mr. C said whatever I need to do, to make the customer happy.' 'Oh, Mr. C said that did he? Not sure he meant us, but....yeah, hand me your phone. You have way to many clothes on. I will call while you get that boy hole of yours naked for me.' I started to strip and took the phone out of my pocket and handed it to him. I heard him say, 'yeah, your princess is safe with me' It sounded like Jax on the phone and I could hear him starting to get angry and yelling something about don't you dare, there is going to be trouble. I heard Daron say, 'yes of course I showed him the magic bottle, but he already had watched Mr. Big in the other room working over some bitch who had one too.' I could hear Jax yelling more but then went quite. I heard my phone power off and Daron tossed it on the pile of clothing on the floor. 'Is everything ok?' Jax sounded upset. 'Oh yeah, he is cool, we go way back, we got our first ink together when we were up state' 'I heard him yell something about dont you dare' I said 'Oh that, no.... he was talking to someone there at the store they were taking the wrong pizza or something.' 'Gosh, maybe I should call back and see if I can help, they count on me to give ideas'. As he looked at me laying there naked, he started to remove the rest of his clothing and said. 'Hey, I got an idea, get that bottle open and start sucking the magic out of it' My eyes got big and I smiled and opened the bottle and started taking deep hits. 'How many should I do? All three like Uncle Terry said?'. 'Oh? Uncle Terry it is now? Well, no, the house rule here is 5, deep, and each side. Holding as long as you can. Now get sucking on that vapor.' As I laid on my back on the bed practicing my deep breathing exercises, Daron came over and grabbed my legs, with one big pull he pulled me over to the side of the bed. He stood there next to the bed, covered in tats from his neck down. They were so beautiful, my eyes were lost in looking at the whole scene. Fish and flowers in vibrant colors on the top and then leading down his chest and belly to more sinister images of black and red devils and snakes with fangs and scorpions near his pubes. My ass was hanging right at the side of the bed and I could feel his hard cock slowly wetting my ass crack with his precum. His cock was getting harder and harder as it slowly moved from south of my butt hole to up and over my pucker up higher and higher to my nuts. I could feel him slap my asshole with it by the time I was on the third hit into my left nostril. As I exhaled and moved over to the right nostril, he went hands free on his cock and started to use my tits like radio dials. He could tell how my pussy reacted. He looked down at my fuck hole and said, 'fuck, would you look at that, the more I dial your tits, the more she opens... like a beautiful flower. His cock was leaking like crazy and I saw him hock a big spit ball down onto my taint. I could feel the warmth of his spit slowly drip toward my hole. As I started inhale number 4, left side, I could feel the warmth of his spit and the head of his cock at my fuck hole. A twist on my nipples and he got a huge smile. 'Yeah baby, suck that spit into your cunt. Swallow that spit with your cunt lips, oh FUCK yes, make it blossom for sucking in that fluid.' I could feel his cock pressing a little harder and working my nipples with a little more aggression as I exhaled popper hit number four from the right nostril. I was sooooo fucking flying, I wanted to stop. But sensing my slow down, he looked up and said, I heard you aint too bright, but I would think you could count to 5 at least, one more princess..... deep and both sides. Sensing he was about to make penetration, I pulled a condom off the pillow and started to try and open it. But my hands were full with the bottle and the cap and I was trying to bite and tear the condom open. I knew it was a matter of timing because he was pushing in with more pressure. As I exhaled with the fifth left nostril, I finally got the condom open and as I inhaled on the final hit, I put the lid on the poppers and handed him the rubber. 'Oh thanks princess, but you were so slow, I already got one on, I will just lay that on your belly in case this one slips off later or for the next dude.' On my final exhale, I laid my head back and he went in full tilt. I felt him bottom out as the hair on his nuts tickled my baby smooth nut sack. My mind was floating and my eyes were closed. I could feel his withdrawal and then reenter. It was like hard but velvet stretching my hole open. In the darkness in my head, I could see a light appear. It was amazing, like some far away star turning into itself. Inside the light circle it was white and yellow and looked like boiling fluid. It made me think it was the cum churning in his nuts trying to get out. He really started to pick up speed and I opened my eyes and realized he wrapped had his arms around my legs to keep my ass locked onto his cock. He was like an animal swelling up inside his bitch, locking his cock into place inside me for my loading. Sweat was starting to form on his pale white skin and I was in awe of his muscles and the coloring of his tats and how they glistened with the sweat. He took each of his hands and grabbed an ankle and pushed my ankles far apart. He was looking down at my cunt and smiling like the cat that ate the mouse. He was slowly long dicking my hole with his shaft. I realized I hadn't really seen his cock, but I could tell it was quite thick and meaty. He closed my legs again and started to bite and kiss the back of my calves. He was really picking up tempo and starting to make the bed creak. I laid my head back and he told me to take a couple more hits and let my flower bloom as it was about to get fertilized. I was half way through my second and I heard the door bust open. Startled, I looked up and over at the door and it was the two black dudes from the other room. They still had their game consoles in their hands and said, 'what the fuck Daron, where did this come from'. C's Pizza sent her over for the afternoon BOGO special. The longer haired taller one said, BOGO? Daron replied, 'hey, buy one, gift one, and she is about to get her first gift.' With that, he was holding my legs so tight and was power fucking me like he was holding onto the life raft for dear life. His thrusts were pushing me across the bed and his friends each grabbed a leg and forcefully pulled me by the legs, back toward him. They were both holding onto a leg trying to pull me off the bed, but Daron's body and cock were between my legs to prevent me from moving further. 'Hold her right there, bros, hold ...... hold...... her ..... right...... fucking........ oh shit...... there.......' And with that he shook and shuddered and collapsed into a big sweaty mess onto me. He was screaming like he was in pain so I put my hands on his head and pet his hair. I could feel his heart beating onto my belly. His heart was racing and he was gasping for breath. His buddies each took the leg that they were hold onto and put it up on his shoulders. His breathing slowly came back to normal and he started to laugh against my belly. 'What is so funny? I asked, 'Is everything ok?' He looked up and said, 'I thought they were making shit up about your pussy, but holy fucking god, they were right, it was sent here from heaven. You are a lucky princess. Your pussy is going to save this city from the debauchery of those female skanks.' As my eyes moved from him over to his buddies they were shucking their clothes off as fast as they can. I wasnt really paying attention as I was coming down off the poppers, but I did hear Daron say.....'If you guys want a piece of this, you better hurry the fuck up. Once Mr. Big smells her over here, you aint going to be getting a chance....and I think her owner will be coming to collect her and we are going to have hell to pay.' Then Daron looked down at me and said. 'Lukas right?' I nodded yes. 'My friends here are a little more rough than me, that dont really deserve a pussy as fine as yours, but would it be ok if they had a chance to blow a load in the best cunt of their life?' 'Sure, according to my daddy, that is what I am here for' 'Ok guys, I will go see what Mr. Big has done with his twink, but just keep him sniffing the bottle and dont take all fucking day, be careful you dont tear that open until Mr. Big can have the pleasure himself. You know how he gets when he smells red.

Part 17 Dante I met Marc 3 years ago when he was a senior in high school (and I the closet). He was an aggressive, dominating top who took the opportunity to fuck the football team’s student manger or one of the ball boys. They knew not to say a word or he’d beat the crap out of them. It was at a party I was working when I first stumbled upon him fucking this skinny, nerd wearing glasses with his pants around his ankles which Marc used to force his legs back towards his head. Marc had the perfect angle allowing him to achieve maximum presentation. I quickly observed that he was barebacking the poor kid. I stood there and watched for half an hour as Marc didn’t just deliver a good pounding he also gave the kid several loads of his jizz. When he finicky stopped and pulled his semi hard cock from his ‘victim’ I could see the pinkish color cum ooze out of his abused hole. While the kid struggled to pull his pants up Marc was making an attempt at a ‘quick’ get-a-way. Considering I was between him and his only way of escape, I tried to put him at ease, “Damn bro, that’s one hell of a pounding you gave that nerd. Bet you shot a gallon on cum in his ass. Wish you hadn't let him go do quickly, I would've enjoyed adding my special (special since it was poz) jizz to his abused hole. How’d you get him to drop his pants?” He seemed too relax and paused, leaning against the wall as he drank some of his beer and answered, “The nerd is just one of a few scrawny boys will worships the ground I walk on. He’s either I his knees trying to suck my cock before I just grab his head and skull fuck him, or he’s bending over with his pants some his ankles spreading his ass cheeks begging to be fucked.” I followed up asking, “They let you breed then like that, any of then ask you to wrap it up?” Marc just shook his head ‘No'. I finally introduced myself and he gave me his name. I told him my ‘business’ and let him know if he supplies the white ass, I’ll supply the party favors. He then asked what I meant by party favors. As I explained it to him be seemed to know about weed, coke and x, but when I started to talk about Miss T and how she can make anyone really horny beyond his imagination he was curious. It was never my intention to turn him into a bottom bitch. The next night he brought over a couple of his ‘fan club’ nerds and we partied. Getting those nerdy boys to smoke from the pipe was easy, getting Marc not to some too much was the tough part. After an hour where he and I switched off between fucking the two boys that he's had brought that night and reach nerd hard a steady supply of my toxic jizz on his ass my job was done. I figured that those two wouldn’t know a damn thing for a couple years, and by then they’d have no clue where they got it from. Once they bareback, they never go back. I knew they’d always seek raw cock and cum. Next thing I knew Marc was playing with his soft (Tina) dick. He was really worried that he couldn’t get hard. I knew the problem, but didn’t want to press the issue until he stared to play with his ass. I could tell that the Tina he smoked had now made its way you his ass. I really didn’t want to turn him into a bottom, but he began to talk, “Damn in so horny, I want to fuck but can’t bet hard.” Reluctantly I moved next to him, “We ain’t got no more bottoms to fuck and you can’t get hard. How you gonna fuck?” Marc them reached out, stroked my hardening cock and said, “Maybe it’s time for me to get fucked.” I reminded him that I only fuck bare, I never pull out and he would be taking every drop of my ‘special’ cum. He simply laid back on my bed, pulled his legs back and said, “I understand, I need to fuck or be fucked. Do what you need to me to fuck me, I’m all yours.” Now this I wasn’t going to pass up. I grabbed a dildo b that was just a little smaller them my own cock. I figured I’d have him work his hole with it as I got things ready. I lined up the ended, dip it in someone Tina and lined it up with his virgin ass, telling him, “Take this and slowly work it into your ass while I get a few things ready. This is going to get your ass ready. It’s not unusual for you to feel it burn when it first goes inside you, but if you’re truly meant to bottom it will morph into an intense pleasure where your ass will become the center of your world.” Yeah, I knew I was stacking the deck worth the Tina on the end, but at this point I was looking taking his cherry and getting him pregnant. I waft to prepare a couple rigs as I watched him slowly work this end of the dildo into his ass. I saw the slight look of pain on his face when he paused he dildo’s advancement. As I was finishing up the two rigs I noticed that he had not just pushed some nd the dildo further inside, but was rocking it around. I came back to him with he points, pulled the dildo from his partied up hole and said to him, “I see that you’re ready for the real thing.” Marc had a pleading look on his face needing his ass filled. I looked down in him, told him to hold still that he was about to go I the ride of his life as I gave him his first slam. As he coughed I slid my cock inside him without him knowing, slammed myself and figured him until Sunday evening. Now that he had gotten when he had wanted from high school, to fuck and breed his high school wet dream, Home Slice, it was for him to get another for dicking from me. He moaned and begged until I had given him 3 loads and he could ranged more. I turned him over to a couple of my boys

[Above: A picture of me in March 2013, immediately after taking a raw load deep in my pozzed-up cumhole.] I wasn't always a cumpig. Throughout my 20s, I was extremely careful to use condoms all the time, even in committed relationships. But when I was about 25, I discovered bareback porn, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen: these guys freely gave up their asses to raw tops, BEGGING for loads, celebrating cum instead of fearing it. Bareback porn felt dangerous and intense and exactly right. Soon enough, I was on the local phone chatline, talking to guys who told me all about the world of poz pigs: bugchasers, giftgivers, conversion parties. I began posting profiles on bareback hookup sites, but only as a top -- that was my compromise, my attempt to play with fire from a safe distance. But every time I had my raw dick buried in a jockpig's beautiful wide-open boybutt, I'd see the blissed-out look on his face, his muscular legs spread wide to reveal his hungry faggot cumhole. And after pounding his guts full of my DNA, I'd feel that total sense of connection as I pulled my cum-covered cock from his hole, tiny strings of jizz connecting my raw dick with his pulsing, hungry, dripping cunt. Of course, I wasn't content to live vicariously through those bottom pigs. I wanted to BE them. I finally began living the life of an unapologetic bareback pig in 2007 -- the same weekend I moved to San Francisco. It was mid-July and I was looking for a hookup online. I found a hot couple (one top, one vers); the top wanted to watch his boyfriend take raw dick. I volunteered and headed their way. When I arrived, I was happy to see that they were even hotter than their pictures. Both were in their 30s; the top, Jake, had a square jaw, wolfish eyes, and a tuft of chest hair sticking out from the neck of his T-shirt. His boyfriend, Trey, was a few years younger, clean-shaven and very preppy-looking. It was clear from their tight T-shirts that they had some seriously hot bodies under their clothes. I sat down on their couch, all of us still fully dressed. After a little bit of small talk, there was an awkward pause. Then Jake said to me, "So -- do you party?" I shook my head. "No, I've never done that." He glanced over at Trey, then back at me. "Well -- would you like to try it?" "It's no big deal either way," Trey said to me, doing his best to be as nonchalant as possible. "This stuff just makes you feel a little more horny, that's all." I shrugged. "Sure, I guess," I said. Jake flashed a little half-smile, then grabbed a pipe from a desk drawer. He put the pipe up to my lips, lit it, and told me to wait until his command. Then, when smoke began emerging from the top of the pipe, he told me to begin inhaling slowly. It was a very big hit -- he had me inhaling for a long time, and the cloud that came out of my mouth was thick and solid white -- but he registered disappointment. "That wasn't a very big one," he said. "Let's try one more." Then another. All three hits were administered under the pretense that they were too tiny to be effective. But after that third hit, I sat back, rubbed my crotch, and immediately began squirming on the sofa, feeling a strange, restless need to be naked and feel Jake's muscular, hairy body rubbing up against mine. Jake was watching me closely, nodding while he growled under his breath. "You can take your clothes off, Ben," he said, smiling that half-smile again. "Just get naked. Show off for me. You feeling good?" [Above: A picture of me taken immediately after returning from a hotel party, where I took two loads in my pighole.] I nodded. In fact, I had NEVER felt so good. As I took off my shirt and pants, Jake pulled his dick out of his pants and picked up the pipe again. His 8.5" cock was the perfect instrument for pounding another man into submission -- fat, slightly curved upward, with a mushroom head that was already dripping precum. This amazing tool, hard and glistening, bounced up and down as Jake hit the pipe. He blew the smoke into my mouth, then began running his hands all over my body. "How do your nips feel?" he asked. "They're tingling," I said. He laughed. "Yeah, they sometimes do that when you're fucked up. And how does this feel?" He ran his fingers lightly between my balls and my hole, causing me to gasp. No man's touch had ever felt this amazing. My legs immediately spread to give him easier access to a spot I never knew existed. Jake grinned again. "Nice, Ben. You ever get fucked?" "Sometimes," I said between shivering breaths, his fingers still brushing against my perineum. "Not often." "Well, you certainly look like you're in the mood for some dick," he said. "Do you want my dick inside you?" I answered with a nod. "No," he said, "Nodding isn't good enough. I asked if you wanted my dick inside you. I need to hear what you want." "I want your dick inside me," I said. "Good boy," he replied. Then a pause. "You read our profile, so you must be aware that we only fuck raw," he continued. "Did you know that?" I nodded. "I need to hear it," he said. "I know you only fuck raw." "And once I'm inside this sweet little fuckhole, I will not pull out. Period. Do you understand?" "I understand." Another pause as he continued to brush his fingers around the perimeter of my hole, my legs stretching further and further back as the Tina gave me a hunger for sex like I'd never known. "Now, unless I'm mistaken, I think your profile said that you're negative," he said. "Is that true?" A long pause. I didn't want to answer, because I was afraid that if I told him the truth, he might send me home out of concern for my health. But something about the situation -- his seductive tone, his dripping dick, his half-smile -- told me that I could be honest. "Yes, it's true," I said. "I was tested last week, and I'm still negative." "So you must be aware that the two of us are positive. Right?" "Yeah, I know you're poz." "And you still want me to fuck you?" I couldn't answer at first. All I could feel were those fingers teasing my partied-up fuckhole. "Yes," I finally said. "I still want you to fuck me." "Raw." "Yes, raw." "With our poz cocks, our poz precum, our toxic seed?" "Yes, poz." He grabbed both sides of my head, and drew me close to him so that we were looking directly into each others' eyes. "Tell me what you want, Ben. I know you've been keeping this a secret for a long time, but your secret's safe with me. And you can't get what you want until you tell me exactly what you're craving right now." "Poz seed," I choked out. I couldn't believe I was saying this, and yet I'd never been so turned on in my life. "You want poz seed blasted inside this sweet little neg fuckhole?" "Yes." "Good boy. Repeat after me: 'Please poz me, Jake.'" "Please poz me, Jake." "Louder, boy." "PLEASE POZ ME, JAKE." "Good. I'm so proud of you, Ben." He slapped my ass. "Now I think you need to go jump in the shower. You know what you're about to become? You're about to become a true bottom. Do you know what that means?" "No." "A true bottom," he said, "doesn't let fear get in the way of his top's dick. A true bottom freely surrenders his hungry fuckhole, spreads it wide for the man splitting him in half. Poz or neg, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is for the bottom to serve his top man like a good bottom should. It's all about embracing your role as a hot, muscular, hungry jockhole, existing solely to please pig tops. Is that what you want to be -- a true bottom? A bottom pig?" "Yes, please. Please make me a true bottom." At that moment, I saw his fat dick twitch, then ooze a heavy stream of precum onto the floor. Jake's half-smile was now a wide-open, evil grin. "Go shower up, boy," he said. "I can't wait to blast your insides full of my poz seed." MORE SOON...

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.

Well, it was time to visit Grandpa. That was until I discovered all these hot bareback sex sites on the 'net and found that while it made me sick, it also made me hard. I started reading all the stories I could find and would go on icq and chatrooms and get off on the heady world of barebacking. After months of this, it dawned on me that I really wanted to do it. I wanted to be pozzed, even if I was only 18. And better yet, I didn't have to look very hard to find a guy to poz me, it could be a family affair. Yeah, you guessed it. I want my Grandpa to do the honors and breed my teenage ass. So, one Saturday I caught the bus out to the hospice, which was located just over the City line, and was run by Jerry, a very nice man, and his partner, Trevor, both of whom were in their twenties. Jerry and Trevor oversaw the hospice and on this occasion there were about twenty men staying there, all of whom had AIDS. I had been here several times before, but generally had found the place depressing, perhaps because I had never taken the time to appreciate the finer beauty of the disease. Instead, on earlier trips I had focused on the smell of death which pervaded the hospice, and, to be honest, I found it difficult to watch my Grandpa waste away. He had been a vital and fit man who lived life to the fullest, but at this point his very body was rotting from within, his muscles had wasted, although he still looked fairly good, I suppose, as his body was still lean and tight. I also distinctly remember my grandfather generally seemed happy, even if he was dying. Upon arriving I chatted with Jerry, and he remarked how happy he was to see me again, and continued saying my grandfather often spoke of eagerly of my visits, telling all his friends that I was a fine and good-looking young man. I blushed at hearing his description, only to have Jerry look me up and down and confirm the truth of my grandfather's compliment. I looked at him, and wondered if I should read a message in Jerry's remark, but Jerry simply smiled and mentioned it had been awhile since there was someone really fit and healthy in the hospice, and in the course of his remarks, casually let it slip that both he and Trevor were also infected. I looked at him somewhat incredulous, but couldn't deny to myself that my dick was bulging in my shorts at the very thought. Jerry offered me a chair and chatted for several minutes, mentioning he had been pozzed several years earlier, and that he was one of those men who hated condoms and so one night he simply decided to stop using them. The rest, as they say, was history. I asked about Trevor, and Jerry said he had, in all likelihood, infected Trevor. Encouraged by his openness, I asked all sorts of questions, thinking to myself that I felt almost as if my cock was about to shoot. It was all too much. Jerry told me that infecting Trevor hadn't hurt their relationship, as Trevor wanted to convert, taking the view that as he was young and sexually active, it was only a matter of time before he became infected anyway, so it made sense to be converted by someone he loved? I remarked that Trevor's view made sense. After a few minutes Jerry commented that I seem very interested in raw sex. I responded "Yeah, I'm into it, well, I wanna be into it. I've been reading a lot of stories off the 'net and chatting to poz guys around the world." Jerry asked how I would summarize my thoughts, and I replied "Well, it freaks me out, but I can't stop thinking about it and my best jack-off fantasies are thinking about some guy fucking me raw and infecting me." Jerry smiled, and remarked "I can see you're into it, if only 'cause you're rock hard." I blushed when I realized my excitement had resulted in a full hard-on that was tenting my shorts. I look over at Jerry and he laughed as I was bright red, but he told me there was no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed, as it was a natural reaction. He went on, remarking that hot bareback sex was hot, and that when I was ready I'd make the right decision. I considered telling him the reason for my visit, but decided to hold off, as I was worried about how he might react. Then after some more conversation, in which he told me some stories involving his hottest bareback encounters, he suggested I must be anxious to see my Grandpa. I replied that I was, and with that he led me to my Grandfather's room. It was time to visit Grandpa. "Grandpa?" Standing at his door, I knocked and waited for a few seconds, but didn't hear a reply, so I cautiously opened the door and peered in. Empty. Grandpa wasn't there, but I decided to wait his room for him. I made myself comfortable on his bed and, looking around, I saw his night table was littered with bottles of poppers and some porn magazines. The magazines all had a common thread: youngish guys being fucked raw by older men, some of whom were old enough to be my grandfather. I flipped through the pages and felt my cock bulging again, so I picked-up the poppers, unscrewed the lid and took several deep sniffs, thinking to myself, 'Oh fuck, this is good stuff'. The sensation was overwhelming and, as I felt my heartbeat quicken, I also felt the rush overcome me and I felt the need for cock as I salivated while looking at the photos. It was too much. I needed to beat my cock, so I pulled off my shorts and sat there on my Grandpa's bed, jacking my cock while taking repeated sniffs from the brown bottles, sampling each different brand. Rush. Jungle juice. Pig sweat. Mmmmm! I spat on my fingers and work some saliva into my hole, jacking my cock vigorously. It felt great and I longed to be one of those young guys in the fuckrags taking cock from an older man cock into my ass and throat. I wanted to be a whore for men. I got up on the bed and bent over, working a finger into my ass. In so doing, I accidentally dropped the bottle of poppers and in reaching down to pick it up, I noticed a crusty looking vibrator gleaming under the bed. Perfect! Seeing that Grandpa wasn't available, his vibrator would be the next best thing. I took a few more hits from the poppers and greedily wrapped my lips around the crusty vibrator, coating it with my spit. Then, lapping the foul tasting juices off it, I took it down my throat. getting it nice and sticky with my teenage spit. I then take another sniff from the poppers and after sucking on the vibrator a bit more work it slowly into my hole, feeling it push at my virgin ass and thrust inside my cherry. God it felt good. I thrust the vibrator slowly into my hole and moaned as I felt my ass twitching in response to the penetration and longing to feel a real cock in my ass. God, I still can't believe what I did. Here I was, on my Grandpa's bed and fucking myself with his vibrator. But as my ass slowly opened up and adjusted to the vibrator, I stopped thinking where I was, or with what I was fucking myself. I needed to be fucked. So I thrust the vibrator in harder, took a few deep huffs from the bottle of poppers, and fucked myself even harder. And then it happened. I felt my balls tense-up and my ass sucked in the vibrator a little bit more, my balls drew up and my body spasmed as I sprayed my cum on the bed sheets. My load sprayed out of my cock which was twitching wildly, shooting load after load of seed over the bed sheets, drenching a poz man's bed with my neg load. After cleaning up a little and pulling my shorts back on, I looked around the room further and came across a photo album which was filled with hundreds of photos, some of which showed my Grandpa as a young man of my age, and even more surprisingly, it included photos of my Grandpa at close to his current age, having sex with guys of all ages. I flipped through the album, and examined each photo carefully, noticing that some of the photos had a caption, including remarks like 'Bred this one' and 'Didn't want it, but changed his mind with a dose of X'. My god! The album was a virtual treasure trove of some of my Grandpa's sexual exploits. After settling back on the bed I flipped through the pages and felt myself getting hard again. Looking at the photos of one young guy being fucked, I couldn't help but feel the need to beat off and dream about how hot it was to look at photographs of my Grandpa fucking his poz cock into the boy, making the guy his poz bitch. Man. Talk about a trip. And then it dawned on me: my Grandpa was a breeder! My god. The realization was enough to make me wanna shoot, but I somehow held off and keep looking at the photos while my dick leaked precum over my stomach. As I sat there looking at the photos I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and further it almost seemed as if the room was crashing in on me. I wanted to be bred at a hospice filled with men with full-blown AIDS. Seeing the numerous fuck rags and bottles of poppers in my Grandpa's room. And just where is Grandpa? Shouldn't he be here? I assumed Jerry had understood my Grandfather was in his room, but obviously he must have been mistaken. Just then I saw the door slowly open. "Grandpa!" "Adam? God, boy, it's good to see you!" We hugged and I felt a bit embarrassed that I was still hard and hoped he didn't notice. "Its great to have you here boy. I've missed you." And with that he noticed the open photo album on the bed and commented "Ah, I see you've discovered some of my secrets." "Yeah. I didn't mean to pry. It was just that once I started looking at the photographs I couldn't help seeing more." "No need for explanations, boy. Judging from that nice cock that I see you're packing, it's obvious you enjoyed what you saw." Fuck. He noticed. I stood there blushing and imagining the bright shade of crimson I was turning, but Grandpa just laughed and hugged me again and patted my crotch. Then he invited me to sit on the bed and we had a long man to man talk. Since he knew I was aware of at least some of his 'secrets', my Grandfather was quite free in his remarks, and there was no ice between us. I told him of my reasons behind wanting to visit and he expressed some surprise that I wanted him to breed me. He wasn't shocked that I want to be bred, no, he understood that all too well. He knew what a fucking turn on it was to take poz cum - as well as to give it. I asked him what it was like for him to shoot his poz cum into all the guys whose photographs I had seen in the photo album, and he replied "It was fantastic. Shooting poz cum into a neg body is an amazing turn-on, knowing that once his raw cock was inside the guy's ass, that it would be up to him as to whether he filled the guy's hole with poz seed, admitting "Sure, some guys didn't want it, but that just made me even more determined to give it to them." I smiled and asked how he became a breeder, and Grandpa replied "It was a natural extension of taking and giving loads. Many years ago, when I was neg, I would go out to baths when Grandma was home baking or off shopping with friends, and while I loved your Grandma, Adam, it wasn't enough. Sometimes a man needs more than a woman can provide. And so it was with me and your grandmother. I loved her deeply but found the sex I was getting at the baths was much better than anything she was providing back home." When I asked him when he sero-coverted, Grandpa gave a hearty laugh and slapped me on the back, remarking "My, you sure are well-educated, aren't you?" adding "Honestly, I don't know when I converted - I fucked around with many, many men, so it could have been virtually anyone." I then gulped and asked him if it made fucking Grandma difficult, knowing he was out fucking unsafely with other men and then doing her. He just smiled back at me and answered "Not at all, Adam," giving me a sleazy leer. I was shocked, and in my mind, begin questioning the circumstances that led to my Grandma's death. She was sick rather suddenly and was sick for a long time before she died. My god. Did my Grandpa breed my Grandma? I slumped back against the wall and looked at my grandfather in a whole new light. Grandpa noticed the shocked expression on my face, and asked "You alright, Adam?" "Yes," I replied, adding "It's just that I can't help wondering if you infected Grandma." Grandpa laughed and replied "Maybe I did, but she's dead now, and besides, you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs, Adam." He then laughed and I couldn't help but, in some way, admire his confidence: infecting and bugging up others and not giving a shit what happened. Just looking out for himself. Grandpa then looked at me affectionately and complemented me, saying how wholesome I look, and adding that it had been a long time since he had seen such a hot, healthy boy in the hospice. I asked him how life was in the hospice, and he answered it was really good, that sometimes the guys had bareback orgies and occasionally a boy will come into the hospice, the grandson of one of the other men who stay here, and that he will suck off several men, as other men fuck his neg ass and poz him up. Grandpa mentioned that even Jerry and Trevor occasionally got in on the action. I replied "That's pretty hot shit, Grandpa, and I love bareback" and with that our conversation moved onto my experiences. I told Grandpa that, for many years, I had had fantasies of men barebacking my neg raw ass, but only after seeing some of the bareback sites on the 'net was I was finally able to express verbally what I wanted, that when I saw the pictures and stories on the 'net part of me would feel sick, but I would also feel a sexual flush: I'd sweat, retch and feel nauseous, but my cock would be bulging in my jocks and straining for a marathon jack-off session. Seeing he was turned-on by the thought, I continued, saying that sometimes during class I would excuse myself 'cause I found myself looking at my hairy teacher in mathematics, and found myself thinking about him creaming in my young hole. Fucking me up and dominating my body. Afterwards I'd walk around the campus and see some of the other students and think how hot it would be to take all their loads, and I'd start jacking, thinking about some older men with HIV, fucking their poz cocks into my hole and changing my status, pumping their seed deep into my body and converting me whether or not I wanted it. Grandpa replied my fantasies were hot, but he pushed me for specific experiences I had had. I returned his gaze, and blushed, saying that when it came to actual encounters with guys, my experiences were few, and that beyond sucking a few cocks, and having had a few guys come on my face and chest, that I hadn't any stories to offer. Grandpa laughed, saying "That's nonsense. Looking at you, it's clear you have many things to offer, and all you need is a guide, an instructor, if you will. Someone to coach you about sex." I returned his gaze and asked "Will you help me, Grandpa?" Again he laughed, replying "Of course, Adam, I'll help you, boy!" and with that he gave me a rather wicked leer, adding "And now it is time for your training to begin, Adam, so follow me out to the patio. There are a few people I want you to meet." Grandpa led out to the back were a group of older men were sunning themselves. Some wore jocks, while others were fully nude. I noticed one man smiling broadly at me. He was a black man who appeared to be in his 40s. While I couldn't help but stare at his emaciated body, I also couldn't help but stare at the bulging nine inch black snake hanging between his legs. It was massive and I could already feel my ass twitching. Following my gaze, Grandpa quietly remarked "That's Frank" and introduced me to the group. Although apparently some of the residents of the hospice had gone out on a day trip with Trevor, over a dozen men were present on the patio. All were very friendly, and all but one was old enough to be my father or... grandfather. The youngish guy was in his 20's, and I eventually learned he had the supervirus strain, and had been infected when he was 17. After he continued fucking around for a number of years, he found he was getting sicker by the day and hence, he was admitted to the hospice. I looked over the young guy and although wasting, he still had a prettyboy look about himself, even if his face and body were obviously being ravaged by the virus. He commented that if I wanted it, he could help me out, and his strain would help me get over being so nervous about HIV. I just smiled and replied, "Thanks, but no thanks." As we chatted, I noticed Frank looking on appreciatively as he slid his fingers over his enormously long and thick black cock, which had a glob of pre-cum oozing from the head. He smiled and winked at me. I quickly turn away, embarrassed by his blatant invitation. Grandpa looked on, laughed and suggested I make myself comfortable, adding that he needed to go out briefly, but that he'd be back soon. With that Grandpa asked his friends to look after me, and he left the patio. With Grandpa's departure, I felt a bit edgy, but the men were all very nice and accommodating. If fact, several of them were clearly sizing me up, and Frank continued stroking his ever-growing black cock while he looked intently at me. I couldn't take my eyes off of Frank, and not surprisingly kept imagining the different ways I might enjoy his cock. It was just so big and fat. I wanted to kneel there and tongue the fucking pre-cum off it, running my tongue up and down the gooey shaft and lapping at his balls and letting him push me around. Being a black man's toy. The idea appealed to me enormously, particularly given that I had had limited to so few actual encounters with men, and then, never an interracial encounter. And I knew Frank wanted to play with me: I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to fuck his big cock into me and give me his poz cum. Fuck, I bet he had pozzed hundreds, maybe thousands, in his lifetime. Given the appeal of big cock, he'd have no shortage of guys wanting to swing on it. These thoughts ran through my head and naturally I was horny, so I asked where the toilet was, and upon learning it's location, I took leave of the guys. I needed some relief fast: I needed both to piss and beat off. Hurrying to the toilet, I entered the stall and shut the door. Inside I found some fuckrags on the floor, as well as a half-empty bottle of poppers. I took a few deep hits of the poppers and enjoyed the sensation. Of course I had read about them off the 'net but prior to this visit to Grandpa's hospice, I had never tried them, as it had occurred to me the use of poppers is one of the reasons bareback sex is so rampant: guys get all fucked up on substances, lose their inhibitions and do what they really want. But then who gives a shit about analyzing this fuck when the hit takes hold and you get that rush and euphoric sensation coursing through your body? I sat on the toilet, stroking my cock, as I looked through the magazines, taking an occasional additional hit from the little brown bottle. Fuck I was so horny, and wished Grandpa was with me right then and there. I knew I could really use some cock. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I didn't reply, but continued beating off, but then there was another knock. "Occupied" I answered, adding "I'll just be a few minutes," but then the door opened and standing in the doorway was Frank, his cock hanging out, swaying back and forth, pre-cum drooling from the tip. "Oh, I think you'll be in here for some time, Adam" and with that he pushed himself into the toilet. I stared back dumbly at Frank and tried to gauge his smile. I told him I was a bit embarrassed, that I was just sitting there minding my own business, but Frank answered he was having none of that, that he could clearly see what I had been doing, that is, I had been beating my cock while looking to fuckrags, even as I was loaded up on poppers! I replied it wasn't a crime, but undeterred, Frank answered he wasn't accusing me, suggesting that I could use some company. I answered I didn't think that was such a good idea and he gave me an ultimatum: "Tell me that while you're high on poppers, boy!" I retorted I didn't have to do anything, but he replied that if I didn't comply with his orders, he would simply rape my ass and take what he wanted. I looked back at him and knew he meant business, so I did what he said. I unscrewed the lid of the brown bottle and took a deep sniff. "Ahhh that's it kid, take some deep snorts, you know you want to." I took three hits under each nostril and tried to remain steady on my feet as I looked back at Frank, but couldn't think of anything relevant to say. I just looked at him and felt saliva forming on my lips and tongue and realized I was beginning to drool. Frank just looked at me and instructed me to sit on the seat and to feed on his cock. I obeyed. Everything seemed to be moving simultaneously both quickly and slowly, that it wasn't really happening, that I wasn't sitting on a toilet seat and being stripped by a black man at an AIDS hospice and sucking his poz cock, sucking it for all I was worth, running my tongue and lips up and down his pole, and letting him fuck the head of his cock down my throat. God, the sensation was overwhelming. It was better than anything I'd read off the 'net, if only 'cause I wasn't imagining the experience, I was living it: I was having sex with a poz man! *** Frank continued fucking his cock in and out of my stretched mouth. My lips felt like they splitting open at the corners as I struggled to deep-throat the fucker. It went on steadily for some time till Frank announced he was going to fuck his entire nine inch cock down my throat, and he suggested I tell him when I was ready. I was psyched for the challenge but realized I needed more help, so I unscrewed the poppers again and took several sniffs under each nostril and then looked up and him and he asked me "Ready, boy?" I looked back at him and nodded, but he hit me in the face, grabbed a fist full of my hair and tells me to ordered me to tell him when I was fucking ready, not merely to just fucking nod! "I'm ready, Sir!" I grab the cock and put my mouth on it but Frank tells me to wait. That he wants to feed his Poz cock to me. So I sit on the seat beating my cock while looking up at him and he tells me to just put my lips on the end of it and to tell him when i'm ready. I feel a bit uncertain so sniff more poppers to help me loosen up and put my lips on the end of his cock as ordered and say with a mumbled voice "i'm ready" and wait for Frank to start. He simply looks back at me and states "you're a fucking hot pussyboy adam... and soon, you're going to be even hotter" i wonder what he means for a second or two and as the realization hits (along with the popper-induced effect) Frank begins thrusting his fat Poz black cock through my lips and struggle as it quickly fills my throat and i began gagging. "Loosen your throat boy. Pretend you're swallowing some water" i take his advice and slowly feel my throat relaxing to the ever-probing cock in my throat and am soon deep throating it like a pro. Sucking Poz cock like I have been doing it all my life. The sensations are incredible. I greedily thrust my lips back and forth on his Poz cock eager for his seed and soon have my lips, tongue and the rest of my face covered in pre-cum and saliva. Frank just smiles and continues fucking my face. ... after what seems an eternity, Frank tells me i'm ready and tells me to bend over. I don't object. I want cock in my ass now. I feel Frank kneeling behind me and pressing his tongue into my quivering hole and greasing me up with his spit. Feeling his tongue work its way over my hole and into my ass its too much and I feel like i'm gonna cum, but Frank sensing this, tells me to stop beating my cock and to just fuck my ass on his face and I do so. Fucking my neg boy asshole on his AIDS ridden gaunt-laden face. Wondering if he has sores on his tongue and is fucking them into my body? Frank stands back up and tells me to take a good snort of poppers as he's gonna fuck my hole good and I comply. Resistance is futile! And then it happens; I feel Frank pushing his Poz cock up into my ass and realize i'am now like one of the boys that that guy zach writes about on the net. The realization is overwhelming and I feel my cock stiffen further as i feel my ass swallowing up the long black cock thrusting ever upward into me. God I don't know what to think? Just a few days ago I was a normal teen sitting at home reading stories off the net and now here i'am living my own story and being fucked by a Poz cock – at an AIDS hospice. Talk about living fast! But somehow none of that really registers or matters to me now. All that matters is that Poz cock thrusting away in my ass and giving my body to Frank and as I feel him wrap his arms around me and pull me backward, I hear him say to me that he's gonna Poz me up. And just then as i hear the words I start to struggle. I don't want this man's load. I want my Grandpa's!!! He was the whole reason I came to the hospice in the first place. But now i'm a mess of confusion. God I don't know what to think. Does any of it really matter in the end? Do I care who Pozzes my neg hole? I just don't know... As I feel Frank thrusting his big black cock in me, a cock full of AIDS cum, i think of Grandpa and can't help but wish he was here right now fucking me. That was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice – to get bred by my Grandpa. Still, as I feel Frank rutting away in my hole and filling it with his splooge and getting ready to seed me I can't help deny that this feels fucking fantastic. I'm no longer just jacking my cock thinking about some guy pummeling my hole with his AIDS cock, its really happening! And it's so much better than anything than I could have imagined. Feeling my ass take his entire cock and feeling it thrust away inside my neg body. Knowing that he has the power to Poz me if he so decides. That is a very heady feeling. Knowing that my health lies in his hands. That at any moment he can make a life-altering decision for me and that which fucks me, could ultimately kill me. Make me die. Change me from a healthy neg teen into a diseased Pozzed-up cumwhore. "Oh fuck... " i feel Frank's cock thrust in deeper and as it does so, it slides against my prostate and my body is racked with pleasures, the likes I have never known. "Oh god... " I begin thrusting back harder on Frank's cock as I take another hit of poppers and tell him to fucking tear my hole up and shoot his Poz cum into me. I want it so bad. I've never wanted anything so bad... Frank slams his Poz cock in and out of my ass and tells me he's gonna charge my hole. Really fucking give it to me. That i'm just a pussyboy asking for it and with that I feel his cock get hotter in my ass. Maybe it was the poppers, maybe it was the sheer pleasure I was feeling, but I could have sworn that his cock felt hot in my ass just then. And then it happens. Frank's balls draw up and he tells me he is about to cum and then I feel like a loaded gun is going off inside my neg ass and i feel all warm inside and can feel his Poz cum shooting inside my body. Drenching my insides and coating my asswalls with his diseased load. "Oh fuck... " Frank holds onto me and slams his cock back and forth as more cum sprays out of his piss-slit into me. It's never-ending and my hole feels like its taken a bucket full of Poz cum deep inside. I just stand there gasping at the sheer pleasure. Defeated, and wanting more. And then I think of Grandpa. I had thought he would be the first man to fuck his Poz cock into me. But he wasn't. It was this slimy diseased black fucker Frank and his thick gooey AIDS-laden cock. A black man tearing up a white boy's ass. He was the one. God... Frank squeezes the last of his AIDS cum into my neg ass and slowly slides his thick cock out of my ass; telling me that I was a hot fuck and that any time I want some more of that, to just come to his room. I don't reply. In fact, I feel like nothing is really registering. I realize that i'm in shock. I then hear the door close behind Frank and knowing i'am alone, crumple to the floor. It then all finally hits. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Been fucked. Raped. I didn't even ask for it. And yet, I didn't really put up much of a struggle did i? The poppers clouded my judgment and now I have a Poz load saturating my insides like all those boys zach writes about. But this is real. It's not some story i've read on the net. This is my life and its really happening. So I just sit there on the toilet for several minutes collecting my thoughts and then, standing up, notice the pain in my ass. God, its hurts. Frank's cock was so big. Never in my wildest dreams did I think my first time would be that brutal and would be with someone like him. But it was, and now I have to deal with it. I grab some toilet paper and wipe my ass; noticing the sheets of paper are coated with cum and streaked with blood. Shit. My hole is torn. Still, it doesn't really matter I guess. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Poz cum. Does it really matter if there is blood? I suppose not. As I stand there wiping my crack, I decide this is all too much to deal with and after pulling back on my clothes, go back to my Grandpa's room and lie on the bed thinking about what just happened. Maybe all of this is my fault? After all, I was attracted to Frank. Hell, when I saw him out on the patio stroking that big black cock of his, I was spellbound. I'd never seen something so enticing in person before... and that's why I needed to beat off in the toilet so bad. So, why am I upset? I should be happy! Frank obviously liked me as well. That's why he pushed his way into the toilet and fucked my mouth and ass. Made me his. I guess the real problem is that i'm having trouble coping with the fact i've just taken Poz cum and my mind is trying to sort through everything i'am feeling. It's all rushing at me and little of it is making sense. But then, maybe it's not meant to? Maybe this is that primal desire zach writes about so much. Giving into what your body really craves, regardless of what your mind might be telling you. God, I wish he was here so I could talk about the encounter with him. Tell him what i'm experiencing and thinking. I'm sure he'd understand and have some comforting words to say to me. But i'm alone. And there's nobody to talk to. Not even my Grandpa. So I sit here alone thinking about what just happened and as I do, something strange happens. My cock, which has been oozing pre-cum all over my shaft and balls, gets hard again. Obviously, my body likes what happened, even if my mind is still playing catch up. And then it dawns on me. I just had a black man fuck his Poz cock deep in my ass and shoot his diseased cum in me. Fuck. Why the hell am I upset? This was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice in the first place. To get Pozzed. Okay, so my Grandpa wasn't the one who fucked me but then who cares! I have Poz cum in my ass. That's all that really matters. As I think about Frank fucking his big cock into me, I strip down and bending over, work a finger into the cum oozing from my ass and wipe the slime over my full lips, licking the cum off it. It tastes so good. Poz cum. And then it dawns on me, I want some more. More Poz cum in my ass and almost involuntarily I pull my asslips apart and moan. I think about Frank fucking his big cock into my ass again and take a deep sniff of poppers, making sure to get the fumes under each nostril and inhaling several times. "Oh fuck... " i'm so lost in desire that I don't notice the door opening and before I can react, hear my Grandpa's voice. "Adam? What are you doing boy... ?" "Oh my god! Grandpa!" I quickly right myself and Grandpa just stands there watching as I pull my shorts back on. I make up some excuse about being horny but he's having done of that. He tells me he saw cum oozing from my ass. "I've seeded enough holes in my lifetime Adam to know when someone has been fucked. And you my boy, have been fucked!" Grandpa looks back down at me inquisitively but demanding and so I tell him. I tell him how Frank fucked his Poz cock into me and how much it hurt but how much I loved it at the same time. Grandpa, at first, wants to go have a ‘word' to Frank but I tell him no; that would only create a scene, and besides I enjoyed it. Grandpa puts his arm around me and pulls me close. "But Frank's Poz Adam. You realize what that means don't you?" I tell him yes, I do. But that it doesn't bother me. Deciding the moment is finally right, I tell my Grandpa that the only thing I regret about the encounter is that he wasn't the first. I look back at my grandfather and ask him "will you fuck me now?" And he stares back full of lust, and tells me yes. "Drop those shorts boy and assume the position. Its time for Grandpa to fuck you boy" yep u guessed it. "That's it Adam. Spread your ass cheeks for me" i pulled my asscheeks as far apart as possible and bent right down on the bed. My ass high in the air behind me. I felt Grandpa's fingers prying at my hole and him pushing two of them in me and then lapping at the juices on them as he pulled them out. "Mmmm. Frank always does cum a lot" I heard him moan in pleasure before he did something most unexpected... "Grandpa? Wha? What are you doing? Ahhhhh. Oh god... " my Grandpa had buried his face in my hole and was licking out my ass. Sucking around my hole and licking and sucking on Frank's load which was still oozing out of my hole like some bubbly foam. It felt so good. I'd never been rimmed in my life before and never expected my Grandpa would be my first. It felt wonderful. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life eating out his young grandson's ass and working his diseased sore ridden tongue back and forth in the young boy. He loved the taste of cum and though he was a bit mad that Frank had fucked the boy, he had definitely done a good job. Ripping his grandson's ass right up and fucking it with his AIDS load. Grandpa was hoping he would have been the first but he knew when he had left and saw the hungry look in Frank's eyes, that it would have only been a matter of time before Frank pounced and lunged his lethal cock in the boy. And besides, as Grandpa knew only too well, good-looking boys like his grandson Adam were meant to be fucked. That's all that mattered. They should be fucked hard ... and often. And Adam would be fucked a lot in his lifetime. Just looking over his grandson's beautiful body that much was obvious. Grandpa was a randy AIDS fucker and loved eating out the young hole before him but he wanted to do more than just eat the ass. He wanted to fuck it and fuck it hard. He may not have been the first but he wanted his grandson to remember this experience. Given the 1000's that would no doubt follow, that would not be an easy task to be sure, but he was damned if he would give it his best. And besides, Grandpa had fucked many boys like just his grandson in his lifetime. It was one of the reasons he had been so active and notoriously active in fucking young boys up. He had often fantasized about his grandson as Adam visited him over the years and lost count of the loads he had blown in the shower or down the toilet while thinking about ripping those tight blue jeans down and fucking his grandson in the ass. Fucking him with his AIDS cock and making the boy a cumdrenched teenage fuckslut. That's why the revelation from Adam that he had wanted to be fucked by him and Pozzed had been such a wonderful surprise. So Grandpa got some lube from a drawer, and coated his large slimy cock which was sticking out from his groin like an obscene weapon of mass destruction, and pushed it hard into the boy and told Adam that he was gonna fuck his hole up good and proper. Really fuck him hard. He heard Adam cry out and knew it was hurting the boy, especially after the pounding Frank had given him, but he didn't relent. He lunged at the hole and fucked his big cock back and forth in his grandson's ass and told Adam to take several hits of poppers to lesson the pain. "It'll let you take more without hurting you. The pain will turn into pleasure" Adam knew he was right. He was surprised at how effective these fucking little bottles of fucklust were. They were able to be absorbed into the body and make even the most painful experiences pleasurable. They gave rise to the body's natural fucklust and enabled the person to erode their inhibitions. And they felt so good... Adam took several hits from the bottle under each nostril and waited a few seconds for the effect to take hit. Three, two, one... Bingo. "Fuck me Grandpa. Fuck me! Yesssssss... Tear my hole up! Fuck me with your big cock. I want it so bad... " Adam gripped the bedsheets and thrust back at his Grandpa like a diseased whore in a brothel. Which he was in many ways. Getting assfucked by these AIDS ridden fuckers. He wanted all of them. As he fucked his ass back onto the big AIDS cock in his hole, that was tearing up inside his young body, he thought about all the other men in the hospice and how much he wanted them all to fuck his ass. To fuck him with their diseased cocks and fucking spooge all of his holes with their AIDS cum. He wanted it all. It felt so good having my Grandpa's cock finally in my ass. I loved each thrust as I felt the old man fuck his cock deeper into my hole. Every inch of his lethal cock was embedded in my ass and I moaned and snorted poppers like the young whore I was. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. He loved how tight Adam's asshole was. Even Frank's big cock tearing it up and spooging it full of cum hadn't loosened it much. Grandpa liked tight holes. Problem was that good looking boys often lost that as they got fucked repeatedly. Sure enough, Adam, would be just like them. Grandpa knew as much. Adam would be like those boys he had fucked at the clubs and parks over the years with a hole that hung permanently open from repeated fucking but then that was the life of a good looking boy – to get fucked and be of service to anyone that wanted to use them. The sooner Adam learnt that, the better off he would be. Adam thrust his ass back on to his grandfather's cock and moaned as Grandpa gripped his waist and sunk all of his inches deep into his young grandson's hole; savoring every moment. Especially as he had jacked thinking of doing something like this so many times over the years. Now it was a reality. Grandpa fucked the boy in many different positions; he had his grandson lay down on the bed, fucked him doggie-style and got the boy to bend over while standing up. But for the climax he wanted to see his grandson's eyes so he fucked him legs up as his sweaty young grandson lay back on the bed and threw his legs apart and over his grandfather's shoulders. "Oooooohhhhhhh" Adam moaned. "Don't stop cause i'm halfway there Grandpa. This feels ahhhh, sooooooooooo goooooddddd" Grandpa thrust his big cock back and forth in the hole and loved how Frank's Poz load stuck to his cock as he thrust it along the abused asslips. He looked down with a lust he hadn't felt in some time and told Adam how much he loved him and how hot his hole was. Adam just grinned and said to fuck him harder and thrust his ass back onto the cock, embedding it all in his torn ass. That's when it happened. Grandpa felt his balls draw up and as Adam arched his head back Grandpa unloaded in his grandson's willing ass. Drenching it with another load of AIDS cum. He felt his cock spasm wildly and cum shoot out of the tip; saturating his grandson's cum-filled hole. It felt so good. Adam meanwhile was jacking like crazy and wanted to cum badly. He really wanted to shoot his fucking load over his stomach but Grandpa sensing the boy's urgency told him to hold off doing that. That he had a better idea where to shoot the load and bent over for the boy. "Fuck me boy. Fuck your Grandpa" Adam lost in lust didn't even think about it. He just used some of the cum dripping out of his ass, lubed his stiff teenage cock and lunged towards his Grandpa's hairy asshole and fucked his neg cock into the AIDS body. It was a feeling unlike any other. He was now a top fucking an AIDS man. It was incredible. Grandpa moaned as he felt Adam fucking his cock into his hairy ass and knew it wouldn't take long for the boy to cum but he wanted the load to go somewhere where it would become part of him. Adam felt his balls draw up and with a strangled cry, yelled out and unloaded his neg cum into his Grandpa's ass. It was a cum unlike any other. It was the best fuck of his life. Fucking with his Grandpa had been an awesome experience and as the two lay there together sweating and panting, he knew it was only the beginning. That they would share many other incredible adventures together. A new life had been formed.

Flirt I was a faithful husband in a monogamous marriage of three years. My husband was a god among men: handsome, strong, successful, and a great partner in every way. But when I let my mind wander, it wandered down the same path. What likely started off as a desire to see raw fucking had morphed over the years into a fetish for bug chasing. And such dominated my fantasies (as well as my porn searches). I was not on any hookup apps but was popular on other social media. Periodically, I received messages from strangers wanting to meet me or chat me up. I generally declined their messages., but for a reason still unknown to me, one such message didn’t go ignored. The sender’s name was Travis. A brief skim of his profile revealed he was cute (though skinnier than I preferred). He worked as an EMT and lived in the suburbs. His life looked decidedly less – refined? desirable?-- than ours, with a cheap and dirty looking apartment compared to our city condo, a pickup truck to our luxury SUV, a mutt to our Labrador. He initially messaged in response to a photo I posted from the gym, complimenting me on my form. I thanked him, and followed him back. Minor chit chat ensued between Travis and me periodically for the weeks after. And then one Saturday afternoon, our exchange took a turn: Out of nowhere, he sent a photo. It was a selfie from neck down, revealing a skinny torso giving way to what I can only describe as a perfect dick. Thick, long, and beautiful, with a mushroom head that I immediately craved. I was mesmerized and told him so. I wanted to see and know more about Travis suddenly – not just chatter, but substance. His dick had penetrated me through my phone. In the coming weeks, through online conversation, we got to know one another through words, photos and videos. I learned that Travis only fucks bare, which I found so hot. Condoms, he said, were a turn-off. I learned he had followed me online for a while, intuitively knew that I was a bottom who would want his dick. He was a master of words that struck at my core of sexuality: I needed raw penetration and I needed cum. Ultimately, our chats led to the inevitable question: would this be just an online flirtation, or could we meet up in person to consummate our passion. For him, there were no reasons not to get together. He wanted to breed me, and I wanted to be bred. End of story. On my end, all I saw were reasons why this could never happen. I was married (happily, I might add), and my husband would never let a third like Travis into our relationship or allow any open-ness for me to experience this tryst. And if I were to cheat, which I never had, I couldn’t do it raw despite all of our banter and my fantastical desires for Travis’s cum. Travis pressed for a secret get-together. He described how it could go down: I find you in a bathroom, where you drop to your knees. You pull out my big soft dick. You take my cock in your mouth and it grows to rock hard. I pull you to your feet and take you into a stall, bend you over and slide my wet hard cock, drenched in precum, into your amazing hole. Then you milk my load out of me. I loved every detail of this fantasy and tell him so. I told him how I wanted his load in me so badly. I told him what a god he was, how my hole was made for penetration by his perfect wood. But conflicted and faithful, I said I couldn’t. Travis said I was wasting his time by chatting with no future. Our online conversations were likely coming to an end, and that our fantasies were going to be thwarted by reality. But then, unexpectedly, my husband had to leave town for the weekend. Drunk My husband and I were rarely apart, so his weekend away was somewhat momentous. I went out drinking with friends, who treated the event almost like a bachelor party. Midnight rolled around after a long day of boozing, and I decided to call it a night. In the cab home, I instinctively opened my phone and messaged Travis. He was always on my mind. “Hey stud.” “Sup?” was his nonchalant response. “My husband’s out of town this weekend.” A statement that dropped like a rock into a still pond, with ripples reverberating forever into the distance. “I have to come over. Now.” Travis said. I guess I knew I’d invited this response, but it was just so… real. Did I really just open myself up to having an affair with one drunken text? “Like, now now? For real?” I responded. “Yes. Send me your address. I can leave right away.” My stomach churned with excitement and fear as I typed out our address and told him to text me when he arrived so I could guide him into our building. I panicked. What was about to happen? I didn’t know Travis beyond smut talk. It was already late at night. What was I thinking? I decided to jump in the shower to sober up a bit and to prepare for whatever was about to happen. Time was limited if he was already on his way. Fuck My phone buzzed: He was downstairs. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” I said aloud to myself. I was literally shaking as I walked to the elevator. I looked at my reflection in the doors as they slid shut. I’d opted for my go-to outfit at home: a jock strap, mesh shorts, a tank, and sneakers. I thought the lighting did right by my muscles, and I smirked at myself. The door opened into the garage level, and there he was in real life. Travis. He was not my type, but he was also everything I hoped him to be. He was tall and lanky, with a mop of sandy-blond hair and a mustache. He wore baggier jeans than I would wear, and his t-shirt had a stretched out collar. He was pale and wore a bright gold chain. For a fleeting moment I thought of my husband, tan, muscular, and perfect, some five hundred miles away for work as the warm summer air blew through our parking garage. “Sup, Eric.” He stated as he boarded the elevator and put his hand on my shoulder with a grin. The doors closed. His hand made its way down my back. He squeezed my ass. Once inside our apartment, he pushed me to my knees. Even though I could surely overpower him, I was powerless: he was in command. Just like in the fantasy he’d sent earlier, I unlocked his soft dick from his jeans and began working it with my mouth. Looking up, I could tell by his facial expressions he was pleased. “Damn boy, I didn’t think this would ever actually happen. Thought you were catfishing me. Yanking my chain.” I didn’t think it would ever actually happen either, I though, as his dick grew. A salty taste gradually took over my mouth; I knew he was pre-cumming a lot. My head bobbed back and forth, occasionally taking a break to suck on his balls or to lick his shaft up and down. His dick was as glorious as I’d thought via photos and videos. Perfect really, and now pulsing thanks to my oral pleasures. Finally, he pulled his cock from me and said “get up” And I did. “I want to fuck you in your bed.” He said with a grin. He liked the symbolism of fucking in my marital bed. I led him to the Master bedroom, turned, and he pushed me down onto the mattress. “Take your clothes off.” He commanded, but then seeing the jock strap said “Leave that on.” Spreading my legs wide, he positioned himself next to the bed and removed his clothing. He then stroked his glorious dick a few times and began aligning his dick with my hole. No lube, just pre-cum and spit. He pressed. It burned. His perfect mushroom head plodded inside me. My longstanding fantasies arose with Travis’s raw entry. I thought about how personal it was to be fucked bare, how there could be no further closeness to be had. I thought of how vulnerable it was to take another man’s bare cock and to accept their load, with whatever that load carried with it. I then thought of the dudes who begged to be pozzed in the videos I’d watched, and the dom tops who boldly proclaimed they were pozzing their subjects. My hard-on raged. “Are you….?” I trailed off. “Fuck that feels good. I’m… I’m not on PrEP. Are you…” It wasn’t my sexiest banter. I felt his dick drive slowly deeper within my tight ass. He diverted his eyes from his dick entering my hole to my face. “I’m not either.” And he grinned wider, pulling out slightly then pushing back inside me. He began these mini-thrusts with his hips. Slowly but surely, plunging his cock getting deeper and deeper. “That’s hot.” I exclaimed. “It’s too late for me to be on that shit. And too late for you now dude.” “Huh?” I half-asked, delighting in the rhythmic fuck. “What do you mean?” “Dude, you’re mine now. It’s just you and me. My raw dick. Inside your pretty ass. Soon my bare, poz cock is gonna be dumping an unmedicated load in you. I’m marking you forever tonight, Eric.” I arched my back and my eyes rolled back as I felt the ecstasy of our hairy balls finally hitting each other as his dick reached my prostrate. His words were processing in slow motion. “Fuuccckkk” I moaned as he pulled out a bit. “You like my poz dick in you?” he said, just as I’d heard many porn stars say before. Red flags were going up in my brain, but “Fuck yeah” escaped my lips. “I knew you would. I knew you were meant to be my slut.” Travis exclaimed as he increased the vigor of his thrusts. “Fuck your ass feels so good. I’m so fucking ready to take you as mine.” I heard and felt his slim thighs and his full balls slamming against mine as his rhythm grew even more. I clenched my sphincter muscles around his dick, hoping to milk it soon. My tender hole could not take much more of a pounding. My dick was leaking precum all over my stomach. I looked up at Travis, who’s grin had given way to an intense grimace as though he wanted to destroy me with his forward thrusts. His skinny torso was glistening with sweat. His chain bounced back and forth as he pounded me hard. He began grunting loudly – I worried my neighbors would hear. “UNH – UNH – UNH – UNH – FUCK I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNG CUM!!! UNH!!! UNH!!! UNH!!!!!! OH YEAHHHH!!!!!!” He screamed, as a toxic eruption took place deep in my guts. I was rock hard and my dick was throbbing as my fuck hole was now lubricated with Travis’s unmedicated being. I stroked furiously, thinking to myself how hot it was that I’d just taken a load from this stud with the perfect dick I’d worshiped from afar for weeks. He resumed slowly pulsing his dick out and in my ass, fucking his POZ jizz deeper into my chute, he wanted to make sure it would take hold. I gripped my dick harder and kept stroking. “You’re mine now, bitch. I’ve marked you like a dog pissing on a tree. You have my DNA in you forever. Your purpose from here out is to worship my cum, to worship me, and to become mine in every way. Lick my pits you fucking bitch. He leaned down and let me lick his sweaty armpits. My tough meandered down to his nipples. My balls tingled, signaling it was time for me to erupt too. “Fuuucckk!” I screamed, and a fountain of neg spunk erupted over my torso.

What have I done? Last Sunday I awoke with a huge hard on and felt very horny so logged on to Grindr & BBRTS but no one was around that early therefore decided to take my frustrations out on a bike ride seeing as it was such a glorious day. I had a quick wash and clean out, just in case, I looked into my wardrobe, revealing many different coloured Lycra cycling outfits - black, red and many other coloured shorts. I chose none of these and decided on my white bib shorts. I squeezed my slim 21 year old body into them, making sure they were as tight as possible and ran my hands over the silky curves of my pert ass before adjusting my cock and balls that jut out leaving no one in any doubt of my size and girth. I went outside, got on my bike and off I went. Less than half an hour into my ride is a fabulous undulating road with sweeping corners and one fast downhill section all within a cool forest. It felt great to be alive! I flew on the downhill section hitting 43 m.p.h. then just as I swooped past a big beefy fellow cyclist came a sharp right-hand corner. Suddenly the front wheel washed out under me on a swathe of gravel and I promptly hit the deck, hard, sliding some short ways further down the road until coming to a crumpled halt spread-eagled on the asphalt. Luckily the guy I just passed stopped to help me up. “Hey young fellah, you hurt?” adding, “It’s not often a young man falls at my feet, must be my lucky day!” “Just winded, I think” as he clears my bike to the side of the road just as a car comes along, as I’m still dazed I’m swept up into his big powerful black arms and carried me out of the way to the roadside layby then gently laid me on my side in the recovery position. “Stay there and catch your breath young’un” he says “Oh you have ripped a big hole in your shorts, bit of gravel rash too. I’ll get some wet wipes and clean you up.” As he goes off to his bike saying, “It may hurt but there’s no blood…yet.” On his return, he kneels in front of me his crotch right in front of my face as he’s gently cleaning my tender now throbbing ass. He’s so close I can smell his musk and the sheer size of his dick, which I swear is growing, as he cleans up my scraped butt cheek. I must admit the ministrations to my ass were hot-wired to my now rock-hard cock. “Is it that bad?” I ask thinking he is spending a lot of time cleaning me up back there. “Oh sorry young’un I got carried away…gotta open the wounds to get the grit out” He stands up and offers to help me to my feet. “Ummm looks like you’re already UP!” I know I am blushing and as a result sheepishly admit, “It felt great even if I do hurt a bit…in fact I feel sick!” I stumble to me feet, lean against the nearest tree and retch, my stomach flips a couple of times but nothing comes up. “Gosh! I now need to pee” as a sudden urge hits me and just in time I pull the front of my ripped shorts down as a bladderful of golden piss strongly arcs from my dick. As I stand and shake the last drips off I look down to notice broken packets of lube, used condoms and soggy tissues by the foot of the tree and am instantly hard as an image of orgies flash through my mind. I stand there that bit too long slowly jacking until brought back to reality with, “Ummm, shock I guess” the black guy with the deep booming voice informs me, his breath hot on my neck as his arms wrap around me again, “here let me help you out.” I instantly melted into his muscular body and felt his hard BBC press into my ass crack and it felt huge. His hands brushed both my nipples and worked his way down to my cock. He ripped away at what was left of my torn lycra shorts and cupped my exposed ass. His one finger brushed my hole. I moaned. While he was doing that I rub my hands over the thin material between my hand and his cock and marvel at the amount of precum that is already seeping through the lycra as I rub his dick to full near lycra bursting hardness. In no time I pull down his shorts to free his gorgeous thick curved cock. We kiss, hard, tongues battling with one another saliva all over my face. He broke off the kiss "Are you OK?" "Yes...... I need this" I pulled off my top as I bend down to lick the end of his cock, swirl my tongue around his fat mushroom head and tease his piss slit. His reaction was to moan out loud. When I stood up he was almost naked. We grind our bodies together all the while kissing hands exploring one another’s bodies. "I love the taste of my first black cock," I tell him Our cocks sliding against each other. He easily turns me round and bumps his cock towards my hole. Rubbing it on my hole makes me moan as I move up and down on his hardness as I was so horny for him to fuck me. He pushed me up against the tree and continued kissing. He worked his way down my neck to my chest and sucked on each nipple turning me on even more than I thought possible. I wanted to make him feel good more than anything in that moment. He bobbed down and ate my ass. No one had ever done that before. I was in heaven, moaning and pushing my ass back against his tongue. He ate my ass for about 10 minutes opening me up and getting most of his tongue right up my chute and when he turned me round and we made out and I could taste myself on him. It was sooooo hot. He slammed me against the tree and slid one, then two, three and finally four fingers in and out of my ass. Wow, my legs shook but boy it felt great I open my legs wider to give him the best access as we continue like this for what felt like forever and I was sooooo into it. The whole time his cock was rubbing copious amounts of precum in my skinned ass making it sting, wet and sticky. His cock felt so good on my ass that I spread my legs more and just then his cock head slipped in my ass about halfway. I was shocked and so was he. We hadn't used any lube and he wasn't trying to penetrate me yet, or so I thought, but there was his cock in my ass, bareback. It felt so good. I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, fuck it hurt like hell but though wincing I told him, "Don't stop. Fuck me. C’mon fuck me" He pushed in hard as my sphincter gave way to the pressure, pinged then stretched further as he plunged the whole length in to his scratchy pubic hairs and with no time to adjust rapidly began pumping away. His sawing in and out threw me about like a rag doll but I hung on to the tree for support every time he bottomed out in my guts. "Oh, fuck, I'm getting close!" he says then started to gently rock his bare cock slowly in and out of my ass. I loved it. No cock had ever felt this good in my ass, I was getting barebacked and I loved it. I thought about stopping but I didn't want to. I knew it was dangerous, but it felt so great that I just kept kissing him and saying "Fuck Me. Fuck me" over and over again. It wasn't much longer before I felt him getting close to cumming, his dick swelled and felt extra hard. He started tensing up and said, "I'm going to cum, cum in your ass, bitch." I’m telling him, "Do it. Cum in me." and pulled him into me as he shot his cum in my ass. "Shit! I'm cumming ... fuck, I'm shooting right NOW." I too was also shooting, but unlike his load, my cum blew all over the forest floor. It must have been biggest load I've ever shot and even after my climax had ended his cock was still throbbing and pulsing spilling cum deep in my bowels. No time for a post fuck kiss as I get one huge shock! There’s clapping behind us, “Nice show Kyle. Heard you tested Poz the other day, he your first victim since?” Kyle’s cock was still rock hard in my ass and I felt it twitch again in response. WHAT DID HE JUST SAY? I completely froze. “So, your husband told us you finally have HIV now, congrats you’ve joined us in the brotherhood man! Good to see you’re spreading your diseased seed.” My mind was racing. ‘Shit what had I done. Is it too late? Maybe I’ll be lucky and it won’t take. They’re joking, right?’ I had just been in fantasyland, fucked by an unbelievable man with a fantastic big black cock who had cum inside me and now I find out he’s POZ? My head was about to explode and my mind was spinning fast. What should I do? Time was passing so slowly with everything that was on my mind. Kyle’s cock was still hard as a rock, his erection planted deep in my guts plugging his toxic seed making sure none could escape. I tried to move forward slowly to remove his cock from my ass but I was too up against the tree and now two other black guys were surrounding me. Oh God! What to do? The answer was made for me as a minute later their zippers were down, my head yanked down and on to another enormous cock, “Suck this, get it slippery and wet coz that’s the only lube you’re getting bro’” I was hard as fuck again and rocking back and forth getting skull fucked which in turn pushed Kyle’s cock farther inside. Now I didn’t care about the hot load inside me. I was hungry for more cock, needed more black cock. I had to keep from screaming when Kyle pulled his monster out of my ass, partly because it hurt and partly because it left me feeling so…empty. I pulled off the dick in my mouth, turned around looked Kyle straight in the eye and begged him to fuck me again. He didn’t need asking twice but I found it to be a big turn on for me and in no time at all he had that monster back inside me and was fucking me as hard and fast as he could with his full length. And I thought the previous fucking was good, man could this guy move. Getting seriously plowed by a POZ stud with a huge cock, one load in me and another on the way was the biggest aphrodisiac coz my dick was bouncing rigid spraying strands of clear precum everywhere as my head was pulled down to suck dick again. “You like this big dick fucking you?” “Mmmmm. Yes. Sir, I sure. Do.” Is all I can say with a mouthful of cock down my throat? “You heard I’m POZ?” I immediately moan, “Yes,” in response. He pushed hard into me driving his cock as deep as he could and , grabbing my hair and pulling my head back as far as he could. “You want another POZ load in that hole don’tcha?” “Yes.” “Yeah I know you do. I’m working on it young’un. I’m gonna fuck so much cum into you. Do your friends know you’re a cum slut? That’s what you are now, a dirty POZ cum slut?” He all but shouts into my ear whist all the time is driving that HIV laden cock in and out of my ass, his diseased cum filled balls slapping my ass. “You want this load? You want me to breed you? You want me to infect that ass, don’t you?” There is only one answer I can give “Yes. Yes. YES! God yes!” I wanted him to blow another load into me and keep on fucking his POZ loads until I was infected and he would just keep fucking me. “You asked for it baby boy, here it comes.” His body slammed into me again and again as he climaxed dumping shot after shot of poisoned cum into my hole. I was shaking from the thrill as I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and I could feel his cock throbbing with each heartbeat. After a moment, he pulled out with an audible plop and a flood of cum ran down my wobbly legs, he smeared his cummy dick across my scratched butt cheek then moved in front of me and ordered me to clean his dick off which I happily did. I took his dick in my mouth and sucked him clean of cum and ass juices. God did that cock taste like heaven. “Good boy young’un” was all he said satisfied that it was clean he put it away in those tight lycra shorts. "He’s all yours Jay. Won’t need any lube now, plenty of slick lubricant in that wrecked hole. Cum, the best lube ever!” I soon felt Jay’s index finger go inside me, followed by another, and yet another as he tried to stretch my hole enough to accommodate his impressive, shorter but much thicker member. "Oh man, oh baby boy, your hole is still so tight and hungry, I love how you grip my fingers despite Kyle’s hole wrecker twice fucking you good. I'm gonna love adding to your hole making you our own personal cumdump." Jay barked into my ear as he roughly fingered my hole. "I think you're ready baby boy, take a deep breath, relax and enjoy, you are so gonna be in for a bumpy ride." Jay’s fingers were ripped out of my ass, he stood as he mate thrust a bottle of poppers under my right nostril and said "Take a couple of deep breaths boy, trust me, you're gonna need all the help you can get". I breathed in the heady smell and as this warm relaxing feeling rushing over me and my hole relaxed, Jay's big cock head popped inside me and I felt my hole stretch wider than it had ever stretched before. "Ohh fuuuuck!" I groaned as he continued to slide his cock inside me and I felt my insides shift to accommodate this monstrously thick cock totally filling my no longer tight, ass. He finally was planted balls deep inside me. "Hey baby boy, I wish you could see how your hole twitches around my cock! Renton look at this, it’s sucking me in, the hungry bitch wants more" He exclaimed excitedly. He started slowly pulling his cock out of me and I could feel the rim of his cockhead pulling on my ass lips as he withdrew until only the head was in me. He pushed balls deep again and started a slow in and out sawing motion that had me trembling with pleasure, excitement, and what I can only describe as ecstasy once more. Not wanting to be left out, Renton stuffed his thick uncut cock into my mouth and I was soon gagging on his equally huge hard cock now stopping the oxygen supply that sent shivers throughout my body and I felt light headed and limp. I came to as Jay roughly slammed his cock balls deep inside me, just as Renton pulled out, his breathing quickened and his pistoning actions became erratic as he started grunting and groaning. "Fuck! I'm not gonna last any longer! I'm gonna fill you up baby! You ready?!" Jay slams his cock balls deep and holds it there deep inside me shooting bathing the walls of my ass with his red hot POZ juices. Jay collapsed on my back panting hard he eventually caught his breath and slowly pulled his huge cock out of me, leaving me with an empty feeling that needed to be filled again. "Fuck Yeah! I want that ass right now!" Renton exclaims. Renton's cock was thinner but slightly longer with a wicked curve than Jay's and instantly I felt his cock easily slide balls deep into me. That curve made a noticeable difference from the first in stroke, pressing on my prostate, making my cock just and shoot yet more precum. “Fuck Babyboy clamp those ass muscles around my big black dick!” I try my best “I love the look of your lily-white ass against my black log as it swallows it whole.” Renton says as he completely pulled his cock out and rammed back in, “Pushing all that POZ cum deeper up your ripped-up guts, making sure we knock you up good.” By this point, my young cock had been painfully hard from all the prostate stimulation making me tingle all over and my toes curl with pressure building in my balls, cum boiling ready to shoot at any moment. Renton bucks his hips hard against butt making me scream "Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!" "Shoot, get rid of that useless neg load" he bellows while continuing to slam back into me and his thrusts become even more frantic and that was all it took. Cum flew from my dick, my hole spasmed erratically and gripped his cock tighter clearly pushing him over the edge and he slammed balls deep, “Pozzing your ass, your ass is mine too now Babyboy!” As I distinctly felt every blast of poison shoot from his dick. The three hugged me and Kyle growled in my ear, "Your ass is ours! From now on you're gonna want my dick, and my friends' dicks and you'll always carry us with you, coz you only get pozzed once!” Jay adds, “We’re here at this layby most nights, dusk time so when you need another fucking you know when and where to come…and when you get sick find us coz we’ll all need a potent recharge from your fresh HIV Positive white dick. Gotta keep them strains toxic!” When I got home I lay on my bed thinking about what had just happened. My cock was rock hard again, painfully hard and I don’t know what’s a matter with me? I jacked another load out, perhaps my last neg cum as I fingered my puffy hole and shot all over my now not so white bib shorts. I certainly got a fitting souvenir of a remarkable ride, one I’ll never forget.

Top here. Really need to unload. Cant find a bottom to fuck lately since CL personals were taken down :/

I'd been working hard and had been seriously stressed out so I decided to take some much needed time off and decided to head to Las Vegas to relax at my condo and hopefully get fucked. Man, did I get way more than I expected. I got home, aired out the place and took a shower. I cleaned out really well in anticipation and once I was settled in, I smoked some weed and went online to look for that evening's entertainment. Being the usual workaholic that I am, I hadn't checked my email on any of my websites or apps in almost a month so I knew I'd have some catching up to do. I signed into BBRT and was greeted by almost two dozen messages. Right towards the top, one message in particular caught my eye "CumUnion - Las Vegas: Saturday May 16th." "Holy fuck," I realized, "that's tonight!" Right then and there I made up my mind to finally attend a CumUnion party. Over a week later I'm still in a post fuck glow. Ha ha ha. I decided to kill some time and had a few Jack and Cokes and smoked another bowl so I was pleasantly high and buzzing. At around 8:00 I ordered an Uber and headed over to Hawk's Gym. Luckily, there were a couple of rooms left so I got one towards the back facing the main corridor. After undressing, I went in search of some fun. I went into the dark room first and saw a couple of tall muscular bodies standing like wallflowers, each of whom was fondling a huge bulge under his towel. I made my way to a platform in the rear of the roomlooked like huge bulges under their towels. There's a platform made from sectionals which were positioned in the rear of the room. I walked over, dropped my towel and knelt on the platform, face-down, ass-up and pre-lubed for whoever wanted to fuck my tight hole. In less than 15 seconds I felt a huge, rough calloused hand stroking my ass cheeks and a thick finger shoved into my hole. I relaxed and enjoyed the ass play for about a minute when suddenly his hand retreated. The next thing I felt was a softball sized cockhead stretching my hole to its limit. I hit my poppers and felt my hole relax that final inch it needed for the huge cock to slide balls-deep inside me, filling me more completely than I had ever before felt. The cock must have been at least ten amazingly thick inches. The guy fucked me with a rough but steady rhythm. I still had no idea what he looked like and neither one of us had said a word. He fucked me roughly, grabbing my hips and squeezing my ass cheeks with each hand. The whole time I was hard as a rock and on the verge of cumming but I fought the urge to cum with every ounce of will power and gave into the shiver inducing pleasure, milking his cock, or at least trying to, given my hole was wrapped tight around his dick. He fucked me relentlessly for a few minutes and all too soon, he shoved in as deep as he could go and I could feel his huge cock pulsing and throbbing as he groaned and I felt a warmth spreading inside me letting me know that I was getting bred. He squeezed my ass tight, forcing me to clench my ass as he pulled out and I did not lose a single drop of his seed. I was flying from the poppers and as I lay there catching my breath, he walked away and all I saw was a manly silhouette as he exited the dark room. I lay there panting and was about to get up and stretch my legs when I felt the other guy who had just watched me get barebacked put his hand on my upper back, bent me over again and started slapping my hole with his equally impressive cockhead. With no further foreplay, he started sliding in with no more lube than what was already around my hole and I felt him go about another inch deeper than my first fucker. This new guy was out to get his nut and started almost hate fucking me. I loved every fucking second of his thick cock banging against my prostate and I started building up towards my own orgasm. This guy's brutal pounding was almost too much for me and I started groaning and moaning. He also fucked me for a few delirious minutes and as he hilted himself in me and started shooting his cum inside me. Icouldn't hold back and my own dick started spurting my own load. I collapsed onto my stomach as he held his dick in me until our respective spasms subsided. As he pulled out and walked out of the dark room, I turned and caught a glimpse of a tall bearded 20 something white stud with an impressive thick cunt wrecker leading his way. Draping my towel over my left shoulder, I walked back out into the main corridor where I caught a glimpse of a cock. I had been at CumUnion for only 20 minutes, and already had two loads inside my ass. I went in search of more loads, knowing the night would be amazing.

Yesterday it was a nice and hot day here at the beach. I was free from work so Decided to go to the nudebeach a couple of miles from here. It was early so I got one of the better spots in the dunes and started tanning. Half an hour later a younger straight couple came by and landed a couple meters furder from where I was. They couldn't see me half but I could see the spot were the guy was laying very clear. I would say that they where around 19 and both look very hot and sexy. The guy had short dark hair, a swimmersbody and a nice cock between hit leggs. The girl had long blond hair, firm tits and a slim body. Since I am gay she looked nice, but I was hot for him. After an hour I went for a swim and it was not to long after I was in the sea that the couple came and joined me. We started talking and they told me they where from germany. They told me they live at a trailerpark and loved to be naked all day. After our swim they came and lay with me. They asked me stuff about my hometown and why I was there alone. When I told them I have a daddy and that he was on holliday they where interested in my sexlife. I told them some things and I saw the guy getting hard. The girl told me that they dated a lot of couples and that they both are bi-sexual and loved to fool around with the samesex whet they dated couples. After a while her phone rang and she told us she was going for a walk while talking to the phone. When she was out of sight the guy (who introduced himself as Danny) came and sit close to me. He said that he was hard because of my stories and said that I had a nice big dick. He grabbed my dick and started stroking it. I was so horny that I took his dick in my mouth and I started sucking him. His cock tasted like sex and I loved it. After a couple of minutes he came down on my cock and sucked me like a pro. When my cock was rockhard and wet he lay in front of me and lined his hole in frond of my cock. I was surprised, but shoved it in his ass and by my surprise he was wet and open. I started fucking him hard and he whispered in my ear that I needed to be quick. I moaned and told him he had a nice lose and wet hole. Sloppy you mean he said and told me he loved baresex. That brpught me over the edge and I shoot my load deep in his willing hole. When I finished I pulled out and he sucked me clean. He gave me a note and told me to call him an hpur after they wpuld leave. After half an hour Sandy came back and told me they needed to go because she was meeting a friend in an other city and that danny needed to go to the gym. After 15 minutes I got so excited that I packed up my stuff and went home. On the way home I watched the nudes I took from Danny when we finished fucking and my cock was throbbing. Finally home I took a shower, cleaned my ass and put on some porn. When the hour was passed I picked up my phone and called Danny. He picked up the phone in a sec and moaned that he was licking up my sperm and wanted my adress. After 10 minutes he nocked on my door and there he was, tanktop, sweatpants and sneakers. When he came in he took down my sweatpants and started sucking my hard cock. I grabbed his head and fucked his mouth hard and deep. Then I turned around and he licked my ass, damn was I in heaven. We did some dirtytalk and he stoot up and shoved his hard 7 inch in my willing hole. He fucked me hard for a couple of minutes saying he loved fucking gayguys bareback. After speeding up his pace he breeded me deep and I felt his sperm shoot deed inside me. Damn was I in heaven again. We kissed like crazy and I led him to my bedroom. We took some beer and he begged me to fuck him hard all day. My cock was rockhard and he started telling me he loved cheating his girl and even lets his friends seduce his girl and let them fuck her. I grabbed him and rammed my barecock in his wet hole. I fucked him hard, dumped my load and continuing to fuck him. After 3 hours of fucking I dumped my 6th load of the day and collapsed beside him. His hole was dripping my cum and even I had a wt hole with 3 loads in it. He told me it was the hottest man on man sex he had ever had and that he loved all the cum in his ass. He didn't asked my status but only told me he loved the risk. He left after we took a shower and told me he would be back the next day till his holliday ends in about 4 weeks.. I am still rockhard writing this and he just left an hour ago with 2 loads in his ass.. Who knows I write down more stories to come. I hope my daddy will like him when he comes back next sunday..

Chapter 1 After two years of training and four years of waiting I’m finally working for a big airline as a first officer. I’m about 5’10’’ tall with 160lbs and in my late twenties with brown hair and scruff however most guys tell me I look like 22. My cock, or I call it banana, is bent upwards, however even if most guys are very interested in a curved cock, my hole is my selling point. I have a perfectly shaped butt with a very tight pink hole. If I shave it clean - and it usually is shaved - my hole looks like that of a 14-year-old that had never had a cock up his ass. About two years ago I broke up with my first boyfriend. We were in a relationship for two and a half year, however I always suspected him to cheat on me. He worked in the medical field while I was trying to keep my life together while waiting to work in my dream job as an airline pilot. He was the second guy in my life to breed me - and the first guy I asked to do it. When I was 13 I was abused by some hairy guy in his forties. He made my hole bleed and I felt as if it was my fault. So I never told anyone about it - not even my boyfriend - but made up a lie telling everyone that I had my first sex at the age of 19. But since that day I was into hairy older daddies. So maybe you’re asking yourself why I think he cheated on me. At first I really was afraid to allow him to bareback me - because of HIV. So when he really got me horned up I often allowed him to put his head raw in my ass but told him to pull out before cumming. After some months I thought I could trust him and even without doing a check-up first I took his load the first time up my ass on my 25th birthday. We fucked four times a week - it was always him fucking me. Never the other way round. His cock sometimes made my hole bleed as it was really thick. However some days after our second anniversary it suddenly stopped. I often tried to find out why he didn’t want to fuck me anymore and he always told me it was because of the stress he had at work and not because of me. On the other hand I soon found out he was a member of Grindr again and often wrote with guys. So I assumed he was cheating on me. I still tried to be faithful to him and without considering two incidents of a cop breeding me I managed it. However after half a year without sex I broke up with him and felt free again. I rode cocks after cocks, never thinking about being in a relationship again. But something in my mind had changed. I could not take cocks with condoms anymore. I hated it if they were wrapped in some rubber. I wanted to feel the cocks skin-on-skin. So I allowed the guys to fuck me bareback but not to cum in my ass. That’s when I met a judge - Jay. He was a stocky daddy-type guy and already poz and it was my first contact with a poz cock. He loved to rim my pink hole and soon realized that I’ll let him do anything he wants as long as he makes my hole wet with his tongue. So in the end I took his poz cock up my ass during rape play. And after thinking it through for days I loved the feeling of his dick in my neg cunt. However he was already undetectable so nothing ever happened. After the break up I had some personal trouble. I thought I’d never fly for an airline and being rejected by hot daddies made me feel insecure and so I had the feeling I was the ugly guy that wasn’t worth a shit and that was struggling to keep his life together. So why not being a real useless piece of shit? During that time Jay realized that I didn’t care anymore if he went to his check-ups and that I started taking cocks bareback at restrooms. So he arranged an appointment with his HIV doctor and took me with him. I liked the doctor. His name was Christian and he was a really nice guy, married with kids. And Jay had told me he had a huge cock. Christian wasn’t really my type as he was thin but I wanted to see his monster cock - and wanted to know why Jay knew his size. So I talked with him and told him about my problems. He assured me that these troubles were normal after a break-up and after having to cope with some health problems. However he wanted to do a full check-up and so I had to take my clothes off so he could check my cock and hole. He was really professional and I could not tell if he liked my ass and cunt - or guys at all. After the check-up he told me he will message me about the results - so I gave him my mobile number and went home. Three days later - at a Sunday - he messaged me that he would like to speak with me about my results and if I could come to his office. I knew that he treated some drug addicts at weekends so his other patients would not have any contact with them. He greeted me at his door and when I entered his office I realized that it was empty. He asked me to wait in his room and strip down to my briefs. So now I was sitting there, expecting him to tell me that I got pozzed. He entered the room and showed me my test results. Everything was fine but he wanted to talk with me about my sexual preferences. Jay obviously had told him about me taking loads at restrooms. I was expecting Christian to try to talk me out of this behaviour - instead he explained he had expected to meet me at the restroom the last three days. Of course I realized now why Jay knew about Christian’s cock and got hard instantly. Jay saw it and asked me how I liked him. Even if he wasn’t my type I wanted his cock. So I told him how hot he is and in the end he fucked me on his office table - bareback and filled me with his cum. So instead of stopping my behaviour he enforced it. I always also thought Christian was into STD as he always fucked me bareback first before taking some tests to check why I felt sick. This behaviour lasted about almost one and a half year and Christian prescribed me PEP twice after taking some possible toxic guy’s cock. I expected the loads to be toxic as the guy refused to tell me about his HIV status after breeding me. At that time I thought it would be better to stay negative until I started my pilot’s career. Now last year things started to finally work out. I finished the last part of my training and started to work for an airline. During the training I often saw Martin. The first time I saw him I knew that I wanted his cock. He is the perfect daddy - around 50, airline captain, stocky build with a small belly, full black beard, short dark hair and a voice to die for. Unfortunately Martin was married to a wife. He did not have any kids but his wife still wanted some. When I was new I was one of many first officers. I greeted Martin everytime I saw him and soon he started greeting me too. Sometimes there was a bit small-talk and I tried to hint as often as possible that I’m gay. After some weeks - and with the help of a gay friend working in management - I finally had a tour with Martin as my captain. When we met at our briefing booth he hugged me and I swear I could see desire in his beautiful brown eyes. We usually have a 4 days tour with the same crew. So I knew if I work it out on the first day I may get his cock every day. After finishing the flights of our first day we went to our crew hotel and Martin asked me if I wanted some drinks in the bar. So I went to my room, cleaned out my ass, changed clothes and went to the bar. I was already drinking a cocktail when Martin finally showed up. “I’m sorry champ, my wife called and did not stop talking.” I assured him I was fine with him showing up late. “So what were you doing while I was on the phone?” - “I was just drinking and checking out some guys.” - “Oh did I interrupt your hunt?” - “No, I prefer your company.” Martin smiled and we were sitting quietly next to each other, enjoying our drinks. “So, maybe it’s just the alcohol, but… may I ask you… when did you know you were gay?” I could feel Martin struggling to find the right words. “I think I always knew. I never were interested in girls, I always liked the bearded daddies. But I think at the age of 12 I knew that this was not normal.” Martin stared at me. It took me a moment to realize that I just had told him that I’m into him. I panicked a bit as this could destroy all my efforts and if he wasn’t cool with it he could also destroy my career. I was looking right at him and he was still staring at me. It felt like an eternity until he laughed and asked jokingly, “Shall I shave my beard off?” I felt relieved and responded “That would not help anyway!” Martin blushed and played with his drink. “You know I experimented sometimes in my teens. Of course no longer anymore.” - “Why did you stop?” - “I met my wife and my parents made me stop having fun with guys. Or soon-to-be ex-wife.” - “Your ex-wife?” - “Yes we already had an open relationship the last years as things slowed down between us but now she met some politician and wants to live with him. And we agreed to divorce if one of us finds a new love. She just called to make sure I’m still fine with it.” - “I’m sorry about that.” I touched Martin’s big biceps as a sign of comfort. He looked me in my eyes and put his large palm on my shoulder. I already could feel the weight of this man lying on me and as his fingers traced down my spine my cock went rock hard. We were frozen in that position until the bartender interrupted us and told us he would close down the bar now. We both realized we had chatted for about an hour and it was already 1am in the morning. “Better to move to our rooms then.” Martin pushed me of the barstool and to the elevators. I loved the connection between us. We were waiting for the elevator and just as I decided that I would try to kiss him as soon as the doors were closed a flight attendant of our crew showed up and entered the same elevator. In my mind I cursed her stupid tits. I was so close to Martin’s cock but now all efforts were in vain.

I once went to grocery and liquor store on way home from bookstore. Both places I had some weird stares from folks, but as I was leaving the liquor store the middle aged cashier was visibly pissed and told me to "try looking in a damned mirror soon". I got to my truck in parking lot, and in the mirror I could see two distinct HUGE ropes of cum in my beard. One short rope on the side and one about 3" long right under my chin. Half dried but still visibly ropes of cum. I was embarrassed then, but by the time I got home I couldn't jerk off fast enough. I know my beard kept me from feeling the cum against my skin, but am wondering if anyone has had a similar experience?

Around here we routinely speak of bottoms’ lower orifices as ‘holes’, which implies something round, and the average anus, as a contracting sphincter construction, generally is. But on occasion I encounter references to it as a “slit”, which specifically describes a long, narrow opening, and I have seen a few instances of bottoms with holes that appear more like slits than holes. I have questions: • If you have a slit-like opening, has it always been that way, or did something occur to bring it about? • If it’s something that developed or was engineered, can anyone do it? • (Importantly) Tops, is an asshole that vaguely resembles female genitalia moreso than a common anus a turnoff or a turnon? Personally, as a slut bottom I think such openings are fantastically hot and wish mine looked that way so I could well and truly say I’m just a cunt for cock. I mean, I am, so I say it anyway, but it would be nice to have the visual to complete the package.

asa a portheatre fuckslut, online pussyboy, cruising spot bottom, apartment hopping bitchboy and most of all an anonymous bareback bathhouse gangbang cumdumpster i could not even estimate how many loads have been dumped in my body or how many men have used my pussy to get themselves off. i have had MANY weeks and a dozen or so 3 day weekends alone in which i have taken over a hundred loads(usually during a summer Cumunion bareback party weekend. i get around 40 loads there sometimes)i kept track a couple times and took over 2000 a year and i dont even see what most of the guys who breed me look like cause i get used in dark rooms and usually blindfoldedmy favourite sport in the world is laying blindfolded on a bathhouse sling allnight on a busy taking load after load from strangers without even seeing any of their faces.most guys dont even speak to me.they just use me then leave me for the next raw cock to slide in.groups of men standing around watching n taking turns in me,telling me what a whore i am and talking to each other about "the cumdump in the sling" i love knowing im nothing but a fucktoy and a cumhole for everyone who wants to breed a bareback boyslut.i love the feeling of being so full of cum that some drips out everytime a guy breeds me then pulls out.it helps to let guys online know im gonna be there taking loads.i have had a few boyfriends come and watch me get gangbred and even find guys to bring to me to fuck his slutty bf lol.they love watching me take loads from guy after guy without even seeing them.each load just makes me more hungry for loads

To be honest, I love getting fucked by older ugly/chubbier guys. The thought of them getting off to using my hole turns me on..... Most of the time, they are so grateful to have an eager young boy cunt at their disposal to unload in and it gets me even more horny when they talk dirty to me and whisper in my ear what a dirty little boy I am while they are mounting me.

Hurray for the Netherlands!!

If you're ever in the area, I'd help you bury that bone. Appearance isn't as important as attitude, personality, and hygiene. Don't get me wrong, a huge dick helps, but in my opinion, appearance is one the least of the traits to worry about.

@ drscorpio. lol, yeah, i noticed the 21 year old is really 27 now. @ bbcunthole: Not "everyone." ? For me getting fucked is way more about the attitude and the energy of the Top and the chemistry between us. i had a FB with a 2" cock (not exaggerating) and was always impressed that He could even fuck with it, but He used to breed me beautifully and i developed a great deal of affection for Him. The primary thing i get from a Top is His drive and desire to connect and leave something of Himself inside of me, and i am not just talking cocks and cum. A Top can 'mark' a bottom with a part of Himself in so many different ways, many of those ways can be emotional as well as physical. i love receiving a Mans pleasure, desire, creativity into me, and that is what i love most about being Topped, it's that transference of desire and pleasure from Top to bottom that is magical to me.

So this story is probably true...? This evening I was talking to a guy who wanted to pozz a bttm bitch at a local cruising place. He said he is pozz and has gone and that the neg bitch has syf. I am undetectable, but was still on antibiotics after i got a std. When I arrived there I spotted the neg bttm, but didnt like him, not my type at all. I went for a walk and after some time I saw both of the guys (pozz and neg) getting serviced by somebody oraly. I went closer and reckognized the cocksucker immediately. It was a blond dumb bitch called Toni. Toni is tall, cute, blond and has a bf who is a condom nazi ( the bf has no idea what his whore of a bf is up to usually). I went behind Toni, pulled down his shorts and started fucking him bare. He was wearing a jockstrap like a good whore. The pozzer and syf neg bttm feeded Toni their cum and I breeded his ass. The dumb bitch never know what hit him.

Since converting a short time ago, I've been suspended for posting in the wrong place. So here is an update. I met to young black guys, in my local area. They Are both poz. I invited them to fuck me, while I was converting. But ended in hospital with pneumonia. When I got back home, they came over to help me get back on my feet. I wanted them to fuck me. But told me to wait until I got better. I met them last weekend at the pride parade. They had a cute white boys with them. He's 18 but looks like 14. He told me the to black guys had agreed to poz him. I invited them to my place to do the deed.

Part 72 - Adios Cancun The morning came quickly and Joe turned to Kyle. “Last full day, babe. What do you want to do” asked Joe. “Let’s relax today. My ass is sore, my dick is sore and my balls still ache.” Kyle replied. “Yeah, sounds good” Joe said. They showered and went down for breakfast. They heard several comments about them in the restaurant, some good and some bad, obviously from guys that had watched them get fucked the night before. They just laughed it off and ate their food. They went back to the room to put their swimsuits back on and found Javier in the room, cleaning. Joe closed the door and they walked into the room. “Hola, Javier” Joe said. “Hola” replied Javier as he walked out of the bathroom. “Thank you for the little surprise yesterday. They both were very tasty” Kyle said. “I’m not sure what you are talking about, señor” Javier said. “The champagne and the person delivering it” Joe explained. “Oh. Yes” Javier said, looking down at his feet. “I cannot infect him. I do not want that on my shoulders, but I told him that you might help him. I don’t want it to be anyone that he knows.” “You had no problem giving it to Ian the other day” Kyle said. “Yes, I know. But I do not love him like Francisco. I have given the bug to many people who asked, but I can’t do it to my friends” Javier said. Joe leaned in and hugged Javier. Holding him close he said “He’ll do anything to be with you, he’s already proven that. If we didn’t do it, then it should be you.” “I understand señor” replied Javier. Joe and Kyle put their swimsuits on and headed down to the pool with their supply bag. They lounged in the pool, played in the ocean, drank a lot and smoked the last of the joints trying to soothe the aches and pains of their sexual endeavors. They took a long siesta under an umbrella and made out like on their first date. They decided to head back to the Mexican restaurant and ask for another assortment of dishes and to make sure that Roberto was going to the club that night. They even got the chef to come out of the kitchen for a toast of tequila. Joe and Kyle did their usual post-dinner walk and spent a long time out on the beach kissing each other and staring at the stars. Eventually they heard the music start emanating from the club and wandered back to the buildings. The club was packed and they noticed it was a mixture of guests and resort workers. Some of the workers were still in their uniforms, others had taken their shirts off and others had changed into street clothes. Joe and Kyle grabbed a drink first and then checked out the groups in the club. The music was thumping and everyone seemed to be getting looser as each song passed. There were shirts draped over chairs and tables at the back and few people were wearing them by 10pm. Further back in the club some of the off duty staff had shucked their pants and were down to their underwear. Joe and Kyle had their shirts tucked into the back pocket of their shorts and had joined the group in the middle of the dance floor. They were dancing with an ever-changing group of guys when Joe felt two hands grab him around the waist and pulled him back against a nearly naked, sweaty, hairy body. A head poked over his shoulder and whispered “You’re even sexier without your shirt on. I bet it’s even better when you’re naked.” Joe pushed his ass back and ground against the guy behind him. The voice was familiar, but he couldn’t place it since the music was so loud. He looked over towards Kyle, but all he got in exchange was a big grin and a nod. A few minutes of grinding later, Joe felt a hand slide down the back of his shorts and then a finger probed his crack. Joe leaned his head back and moaned as the finger slid up and down between the two halves of his muscled ass. Joe pushed his ass back again, hoping that a finger would push inside his sweaty hole. “Yes? You want it inside you? You want to be my little puta?” the voice asked. “Oh god yes” Joe moaned. The guy guided Joe off the dance floor to the back of the club. On their way back, they stopped and the guy behind him told someone dancing “treinta minutos”. They got further back and there was a large area to the side with stacked chairs and large carpeted boxes that was obscured from the main part of the club. The area was dimly lit and most of the light was from the main club area. Joe looked and he saw nine guys all having sex in some form. One was bent over being fucked with two men behind him, one stroking and waiting for the other to finish. Another guy was on his back on one of the boxes getting fucked. Two guys were on their knees each sucking someone. Joe was led over to a corner and then pushed to his knees. Kyle watched Joe get taken off the dance floor and was guessing he had no idea who he was with. He kept dancing and flirted with several guys until he was tapped on the shoulder and turned around. Javier was there completely out of uniform. All he was wearing was a shiny red thong that barely contained his cock and balls, the sweat that was dripping off his body and the biggest grin imaginable. Kyle chuckled and moved in closer, dancing with him for several minutes. He turned Javier around and pulled him against his body, rubbing his bulge against Javier’s naked butt. He thrust his hips forward a few times provocatively and got a shove back in return each time. When the song faded into the next he felt Javier reach back and grab his shorts and pull him off the dance floor towards the back of the club. He saw several guys either on their knees sucking and a few more fucking two bottoms. Javier took him to a corner and spun him around. With one swift move Kyle found himself on his knees and Javier’s thick cock in front of him, blocking any view of the other guys. He wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to suck the thick uncut monster. He reached up and felt the heft and then ran his tongue up the shaft. He pulled back the foreskin and then sucked on the head before slowly descending to the base of Javier’s cock. His mouth was stretched wide and when he made it most of the way down he felt it hit the back of his throat. Kyle relaxed his throat and tried to go deeper but he struggled to deep throat it. He got more spit in his mouth and took several deep breaths and tried again and felt it start to go in. He wrapped his hands around Javier’s ass and pulled hard, forcing the thick chorizo down in. His face was pressed into Javier’s pubes and he flexed his throat around what felt like a baseball bat in his throat. Joe was on his knees and his face was buried in the crotch of someone he thought he recognized the voice of but knew nothing more. He knew in this position what was expected. He reached up and unbuttoned and unzipped the pants, before pulling them and the guy’s white underwear down. He was met with about seven and a half inches of uncut cock. In the darkness he couldn’t really tell the skin color and definitely couldn’t see the plus-sign tattoo on the shaft. It was about average thickness and he could circle it with his thumb and forefinger which he used to pull the foreskin back and taste the sweaty head along with some stale piss for extra flavor. He licked and sucked and inhaled the scent. This was a cock that had been locked inside clothing while the guy had worked all day, sweating and pissing. It was a smell and taste that always made Joe even hornier than normal. He sucked on the cock, getting it deeper and then taking the cock into his throat. He felt two hands grip his head and the guy started to forcefully fuck his face. Joe was taking the cock well and using his tongue and throat muscles to pleasure it as best as he could. After a few minutes of face fucking the guy suddenly pulled Joe’s head off his cock. Joe started to look up to see who was using him and his head was forced down with one hand and while the other hand reached down and pulled Joe up, turning him around before shoving him against one of the boxes. Joe felt a hand roughly undo his shorts and then shove them down. Joe was left standing there in his jockstrap and his shorts around his ankles. Instinct kicked in and Joe pulled his foot out of the shorts and spread his legs wide. He heard the guy laugh behind him and then say “Yeah, you are a good slut. Get ready.” He heard the guy spit and then two fingers roughly pushed into his hole. The guy’s other hand was still firmly holding his head down and there was no way Joe could steal a glance to see who he was. The voice was familiar and obviously had a slight accent. He figured it was one of the Mexicans from the resort that he had met during his stay, but which one? More spit was added to his hole and the fingers went back into his pussy, twisting and stretching him for the inevitable fuck. Joe tried to relax his hole and it didn’t go unnoticed. A third finger poked in and Joe moaned out. His penetrator knew he was ready and he felt a cock slide up his crack and in, replacing the fingers inside him. Joe grunted as the cock drilled in all the way and stayed there, throbbing inside him. “Time for my dessert” the guy said and Joe instantly figured it out. He pulled his cock back and slammed in hard, forcing Joe’s body to rub against the rough carpet that covered the box. It repeated over and over, slightly faster each time - slowly the cock would withdraw just so the head was inside and then a hard thrust in. Joe enjoyed the motion, it was one he used often as part of a hard fuck. The assault on his ass went on for a good twenty minutes. The other guys having sex or getting blown in the room were all in quickie mode and were gone and replaced a couple different times while Joe sucked then got fucked. Kyle’s throat was raw and sore and yet Javier kept face fucking him. Kyle tried to yell out to get him to fuck him, but there was never enough time that his mouth was empty. Kyle tried a different tactic and collected some of the spit running off his chin on his finger and slid his hand up between Javier’s legs. He pushed the finger between the flexing ass muscles and then to his hole, digging it in up to the first knuckle. The first reaction he got from Javier was a cock slammed all the way into his throat. It wasn’t what he wanted, but he had no choice. Kyle pushed his finger in deeper and then wiggled the last two knuckles inside Javier’s cunt. Kyle heard him groan and felt him pull his cock halfway out before flexing his assring around Kyle’s finger. He pushed his finger in as far as he could go and then wondered if he was setting himself up to fuck or be fucked. Javier pulled his cock out and tilted Kyle’s head up and looked down at him. “Oh, no. It is your ass that is mine” Javier said with an evil grin. Kyle pulled his finger out and in only a couple seconds was hauled up to his feet and turned to the wall. Kyle braced his hands and spread his legs. He felt hands pry his ass apart and then a face spread it wider as Javier licked around his puckered hole. Spit started soaking the hole and then a tongue started pushing it in. A finger joined the tongue and then two fingers. Kyle knew that he needed to be prepared to take Javier’s thick sausage. He tried relaxing but the assplay was turning him on and his cock was rock hard. The tongue disappeared and three fingers were tugging and stretching his hole out. He almost was ready to feel a fourth finger when the fingers came out of his hole and he felt Javier stand up behind him. He bent his knees a little and pushed his ass out. Just as with his throat, Kyle thought he was taking a baseball bat up the ass. Spit alone wasn’t enough and his hole had constricted enough since the fingers were removed that the cock was just bludgeoning his hole. He tried everything he could to relax and let it go in. Javier started nudging his fat cock in and finally pulled out, spit on the head and gave one hard shove. Kyle saw stars. The shockwaves of pain ripped throughout his body. As the initial shock faded, Kyle realized he had only taken about a quarter of Javier’s cock. He felt the pressure from Javier starting to pump in and out and he felt like he was being split in two. Sweat was pouring off his body from both the heat in the room and the pain. Once he felt Javier get half way in he realized he could do it. He slowly started pushing back to meet Javier’s thrusts and a few minutes later he felt their bodies meet. Kyle let out a loud moan which was mostly drowned out by the music. Kyle felt Javier’s cock throb inside of him and then felt the emptiness take over as Javier pulled out. It wouldn’t be empty long as Javier immediately pushed back in. The strokes were always the same length, Kyle got to feel every inch. The speed and intensity varied as Javier pounded his hole. Kyle remembered Javier’s earlier comment about pozzing up many guys and he knew how. It probably only took one fuck like the one Kyle was getting now. His victims asses were torn and wrecked from taking the monster cock inside and then the cum that flooded their holes full of virus filled fluid would find thousands of ways to infect them. Kyle was rocked back to the present as Javier slammed his cock in all the way and screamed out. He felt each pulse and then his cunt filled the warmth of the huge load. “Now you have my poison inside you, like Francisco has yours” Javier said breathlessly with his chest pressed against Kyle’s back. The cock kept slamming into Joe’s hole and the spit inside him had mixed with precum. His hole got sloppier and he countered by squeezing down on the guy’s cock. The grunts got more frequent and he felt the thrusts get erratic. Joe clamped down as hard as he could and then felt the cum start to pump inside him. “Breed me Roberto! Give me that load!” Joe yelled out. He felt some teeth bite down on his shoulder and a growl come from behind. The spurts finally stopped and their bodies were glued together. “You figured it out. You are smart AND sexy. I hope your tattoo is not a lie because the cum you have in you now will infect you very soon if it is” Roberto said into Joe’s ear. They stood there a moment and then Roberto slid his cock out of Joe’s battered hole. Joe could feel the cum run out of his hole and soak into the pouch on his jockstrap or down his legs. Joe went to step back but there was a guy on his knees right behind him. “Please wait a moment. This slut is here to clean you up” Roberto said. Joe guessed it was the guy Roberto told “30 minutes” to on the dance floor. The guy sucked the cum out of his hole and Joe helped by feeding him some too. While the tongue licked and explored Joe’s hole he heard two guys walk up. “Damn, I didn’t get that kind of service after my fuck” Kyle said. “This is Martin. He works in the kitchen here and he is here for you to use. He is looking for the bug and we have shared ours with him and now it is your turn” Javier said. Martin stood up and Joe turned around. The five of them were in a circle, oblivious to the other guys around them fucking and sucking. Joe and Kyle looked Martin over like a piece of meat. Martin stood five foot four and was twink-like in stature but had a dense covering of hair on his chest and a trail down to a heavy bush around his cock. Likewise, his legs were hairy and his head was covered with a thick mop of black hair. His face was clean shaven and he looked innocent from a distance, but the fire in his eyes told a different story. “How old is he?” asked Kyle. “Twenty two” replied Javier. Joe’s cock got harder by the second and was poking above the top band of the jockstrap. “Do you really want it?” Joe asked. Javier repeated the question in Spanish. “Si, señor” he replied. Martin looked at Joe with pleading eyes and then did the same with Kyle. Martin stood there in just his white bikini briefs. Joe turned him so he was facing the boxes he had just been fucked on and dropped to his knees, tugging Martin’s underwear down. He went to rim Martin’s ass but his tongue tasted nothing but cum with a faint coppery taste. “We have already given him two loads. You will not need lube” Roberto said. Joe stood up and popped his stiff cock out the side of his jockstrap pouch. With one swift move, he was balls deep inside Martin. The cum inside was the perfect lube for the next round of breeding. Joe ground his hips against Martin’s small round butt. He heard a moan come from Martin’s mouth and Joe gave him two more full length thrusts before he began to fuck in earnest. Joe wrapped his arm around Martin’s neck and his hips swung back and forth, driving his cock in and out of the creamy hole. Even with Martin sucking the cum out of his ass, Joe felt more of Roberto’s load running down his leg. His cock slammed in over and over and after ten minutes of fucking, he drove in and shot six big spurts of his infected semen into Martin’s guts. Before Joe even started to pull out, Kyle was moving closer with his rigid shaft in his hand. Martin’s hole was cock-less for only a second with Kyle’s cock digging in at an angle. The piercings clawed at the already bruised flesh. Martin cried out, but no one looked at him except for the guys orchestrating his pozzing. Kyle didn’t fuck as hard as Joe, he figured all he needed to do was to shoot his load inside the already wrecked cunt. He enjoyed the feeling of the cum slick chute. He was surprised at how well Martin was able to massage his cock with his ass muscles after getting fucked by Javier. He would jab in different directions occasionally and varied the speed of his penetrations. Kyle lasted a little longer than Joe but once his balls signaled their intent he was unable to slow it down. He grabbed Martin tightly and thrust his hips a few last times and then the volleys of bug-ridden cum filled up his hole, mixing with the three charged loads already inside. Joe had found his shorts and had put them back on while Kyle was fucking Martin. When Kyle finished, Roberto had a plug ready to put back inside Martin to hold the juices in to do their magic. The five left the back area and Joe and Kyle went straight to the bar. Guzzling down several glasses of water they then grabbed a couple beers and watched the mob of flesh on the dance floor. As last-call was made, they finished their beers and headed back up to the room. The two were passed out and the next thing they heard was the alarm going off. It was a quick run through the shower and they grabbed some clothes to wear on the flight back home, tossing everything else in their suitcases. They ran down and rushed through breakfast and then were back in the room to grab their stuff. Joe and Kyle ran into Javier in the corridor who gave them both a hug before they ran down to hop on the shuttle bus. They got to the airport and through security and finally on to the plane. Joe looked at Kyle and said “Now we need a quiet vacation to recover” before laughing. Kyle nodded and then fidgeted in his seat trying to find a comfortable position for his still sore ass. ———— That’s all for a few weeks until I get back in town at the end of July.

I wish I knew my lifetime count. I can't even begin to guess. I've been a bareback cumdump for 20 years and have been to 14 bathhouses across the country not to mention all the bookstores and adult theaters. When I go to a bathhouse its usually for 12 to 24 hours and I take a lot of cock. I think about 30 for one evening is my personal best. My load count has to be in the thousands by now.

Totally relate with you on this, I think the majority here in this thread are full of shit when they glorify how they were molested as a kid and liked it, I call bullshit on all of them.

So you get a slit from getting fucked or toying a lot then. mine is still round but not been fucked much and only just starting to toy more with big toys

I stretch my ass with huge dildos, and that's why mine is a slit. I really want one of those gaping round holes, though! When try to gape it open the slit just gets wider...heh.

Anyone in the San Diego / Southern California area interested in a totally toothless blowjob? When I remove my teeth I have a velvet mouth pussy; those who have tried it love it and I always swallow!! You can have it soft and gentle or a jackhammer mouth fuck. Also like drinking piss from the tap (swallow all of it). I'm on Adam4Adam https://www.adam4adam.com/profile/view/CockPleaser

Dirty Cheating Danny. I had barely got back home when my ass started itching for a fat dick. Pretty much as expected when I got home Aiden was thrilled to see me and hugged and kissed and we went out for a romantic dinner together. (And pretty much as expected we did not have sex that night.) Dinner was at a restaurant run by good friends of ours, a married gay couple. We went there a lot as it was walking distance from the house. Aiden had met one of them at college and they remained friends, even after we got together. Danny managed the front of the restaurant while Chuck managed the kitchen. Danny was quite flirtatious, but never when Chuck was around and Aiden had made negative comments about it more than once. This evening was no different. Danny gave us each a big hug and kiss and showed us to our table. I was quite turned on when he squeezed my butt when he hugged me. Danny was as hot as hell! As we sat down Danny smiled at us and quipped. “I guess we’ll keep dinner snappy, as I’m sure you two will want to go home and fuck like little bunnies, considering that you have been apart for a whole week.” I wish. It had been months since we had done anything together. “I should probably chaperone you boys home after dinner, and if you get too frisky together I can prize you apart by inserting myself between your sweaty bodies.” As he walked away I saw the irritated expression on Aiden’s face. “I wonder sometimes if Chuck knows how much Danny flirts with us when he isn’t around. I mean, it’s not right. They’re married after all. He grabbed my butt while he was hugging me and now that last comment!” I quietly chuckled to myself thinking that if he continued flirting I might call his bluff. “Well, Chuck has nothing to fear. We wouldn’t do anything with him.” Aiden waited a moment before replying. “Yeah, I know, but other guys might be different, and I’d hate for Chuck to get hurt. After all, I’ve known him since college and he’s one of my best friends.” I looked Aiden straight in the eye. I’m not sure why I said what I did, because it often led to arguments, but I did anyway: “Well maybe…” and I paused to see Aiden’s reaction, “maybe they have an arrangement. Like an open relationship.” That was a red flag to a bull. I really should have not gone there. “Don’t be fucking ridiculous Greg. They’re married. And Chuck told me that they fuck BAREBACK. There is no way they would have an open relationship. It’s impossible.” Time for me to shut up and enjoy the cocktails and the wine and the dinner. And subtly flirt with Danny when Aiden wasn’t looking. The meal was excellent as always and both Aiden and I had quite a bit to drink. I needed to pee so I excused myself and went to the men’s room. I had barely pulled out my cock from my fly and started pissing when Danny walked in and stood beside me at the urinal. He looked at me with a smirk and said. “Nice cock. Did it get any exercise when you were away?” I looked at him straight in the eye. “What do you think? You know we don’t fuck around.” Of course, I was staring at his cock which was rather impressive even when soft, and I was admiring the ample foreskin which made me think of Brandon. “But you want to mess around, don’t you?” he said as he slowly moved his foreskin back on forth over his fat dickhead. He could see the lust in my eyes and for the first time I admitted to the lust I was feeling. “Yeah, but you and Chuck, you don’t fuck around, do you?” “Fuck NO! Chuck would kill me. I mean, he’d kill me if he found out that is. But he doesn’t need to. I mean, if you want to. I won’t tell Aiden and you won’t tell Chuck.” He reached out and started to stroke my rapidly hardening cock. I gently moved his hand away. “Not Now. Aiden might get suspicious. Later. Some other time.” Danny grinned and nodded his head in acknowledgement. Of course, I wanted to, but to set up a get together was the issue, but Danny resolved that easily. “Chuck has to go out of town to visit family on Sunday. Why don’t you swing past Sunday morning before we open, and we can see what we can do. It is safer here than your place or our place.” I just got the idea that this was not the first time that Danny had done this. I staggered back to the table, and I realized that I had had way too much to drink. Aiden’s only comment was “Are you OK. You were gone a long time.” And I answered. “Yeah, just a little drunk.” Before we even got home I got a text from Danny. “Be at the back door of the restaurant off the alley at 10 am Sunday. I’ll meet you there. I’ll have what we need.” Don’t let anyone know. As told by Danny. Before I met Chuck and fell in love with him I was very sexually active. Some prudish queens referred to me as “The Original Good Time Had By All” and I did my best to live up to my reputation. They were just jealous of my ability to get dick and ass. I usually played safe, only occasionally slipping up and going bare. I had some regular fuck buddies on the Swim team, the Baker twins, Brent and Brad, as well as their best friend Robbie. The first time they ambushed me in the locker room they fucked me bareback. After all the action was over I noticed that they all had bio-hazard tattoos on their crotches. I knew exactly what that implied so I was furious. They had basically raped me not knowing my status and me not knowing theirs. When I confronted them, Brent had just laughed at my concern. “Danny, don’t get so uptight. We haven’t tested poz yet. We just got them because we are poz friendly. We get more hookups that way.” Yeah right, I thought. When last were they tested? I went home and cleaned myself out as well as I could. After panicking for the next month, I got tested. Negative. Then again three months later. Negative. We fucked regularly for the remaining few months of the year. Brent, Robbie and Brad barebacked each other, but I always insisted on condoms when my ass or dick was involved. Even though they moved away after college we all remained good friends. I found out later that what Brent had said about not having tested poz was because none of them had ever been tested. So, none of them knew at the time what their status was. It was about a year later that I met Chuck and it was love at first sight. Chuck is as sex crazy as I am and the first day we met we could hardly keep our hands off each other. Naturally that soon led to fucking and since neither of us was expecting anything to happen we ended up barebacking. The next few times we fucked it was bareback as well, I suppose based on the idea that if you have done it raw once, how much more risk is there in repeating it. Funnily enough every time after we had fucked Chuck would start with his sad little “We should REALLY have used condoms” refrain. To which I always answered. “I trust you and I know that I am negative.” We fucked pretty much every day for the first few years together, except for a couple of weeks shortly after I met him when I was very sick with the flu. After that condoms as a topic of discussion went away and neither of us ever got tested, as we were monogamous and weren’t going to catch anything from each other that we hadn’t caught already. The few times I had mentioned getting tested Chuck had made a point of dissuading me. We’d been together for about two years and married for one when I got a call from Brent. They were going to be in town for a few days and wanted to get together. As luck would have it, Chuck was going to be away on restaurant business. A shame really as he said he was really was keen to meet them as I had told him about all the fun times that we had together on the swim team. We were all friends on Facebook so we all knew what everyone else looked like. We discussed various options for meeting up, and we soon enough Brent suggested that they should come to our place, as they wanted to see it. As always, they were very punctual arriving exactly at six pm, as planned. When I opened the door, I was blown away by the boys. Not boys really, but hot-as-hell bulked up from their days on the swim team. Brad caught me staring. “Yeah Danny. We’ve been working out since you last saw us. We found a gay gym where we can work out our bodies as well as our dicks and holes.” Some things never change. They were obviously still the horny sluts they were when we were in college. Thinking about good old times, I was aware that I was starting to get hard and I glanced down to check if it was getting obvious. Brent continued. “And still not using goddamn rubbers. Luckily almost no-one at the gym asks for them.” Both were looking at me to see my reaction. “Knowing Chuck, and that you guys are monogamous, I assume that you have now discovered the pleasures of barebacking.” Looking at them, with their taut muscled torsos poured into their tight t-shirts and the crotches of their faded jeans displaying what they had on offer I could not help wanting them to feel their massive dicks deep inside me. I had to crush that thought. I couldn’t cheat on Chuck, and we didn’t have any condoms in the house anyway. After an awkward moment when I swear they were leering at me, I invited them in and showed them around. Our townhouse was small, but nicely furnished and Brent couldn’t help making a smutty comment when he saw the bedroom. “I guess this is where you guys fuck each other’s brains out.” Then he noticed the lube on the nightstand that I had forgotten to put away. “I like that brand of lube. You expecting company while Chuck is away?” Brad sniggered. I felt the heat rising to my cheeks as I blushed, which just made everything worse as I now looked as if I was, but of course I wasn’t. After an awkward moment of silence, we finished the house tour and ended up in the living room. While they made themselves comfortable I made as all drinks, strong ones. I was feeling rather awkward, between my obvious desire for the Bakers and their suggestive glances and comments. I gave them each their drinks and put on some music from our college days. We had fun talking about the stuff we did together and what we were up to now. They wanted to know all about the restaurant and what Chuck and I were up to but when I started asking them about their lives it pretty much degenerated into a discussion of their sexual activities. By now we had all had a few drinks and were starting to get trashed on the stiff vodka cocktails. Since Chuck had been so keen to meet them I thought I’d mention how disappointed he was that he couldn’t be with us. “Yeah. Chuck was looking forward to meeting you guys, especially after I told him all the fun stuff we did on the swim team.” Brent looked at me with a quizzical expression. “That’s weird dude. You mean Chuck never mentioned that he knew us when we were all at college together? We were fucking around with Chuck while we were fucking around with you. And unlike you he never insisted on condoms, quite the contrary. As you no doubt know, he loved a load up his ass as much as he enjoyed giving them.” It took me a moment to take that in. My head started spinning and it wasn’t the alcohol. I had been paranoid about using condoms with them after I had seen their tattoos, while Chuck had happily accepted their loads. “Yeah,” Brent continued, “He had quite a reputation around the campus, taking loads from anyone who was willing and reciprocating in kind. Never used protection. His motto was whatever happens, happens”. I felt sick. I felt my heart throbbing in my chest as if it was about to burst. I am sure I looked like a ghost. “I…I…Never knew. He never…” Brad interrupted me. “FUCK BRENT! Why did you have to go there? You didn’t need to say anything.” We sat looking at each other in silence for a few moments. My mind was racing, thinking about some of the little interactions between Chuck and myself over the last two years that I had ignored. Things I hadn’t wanted to notice. Like all the times he would suddenly have to leave the restaurant for an hour or two to “run an errand”. I was hurt and furious. What if Chuck was cheating on me. What if he was poz when we met? That would mean I was poz. Why had he never said anything about the Bakers? My heart sank to the pit of my stomach as I remembered the terrible flu I had had shortly after meeting him. Brent and Brad looked at each other and then looked at me. They came to sit on either side of me on the couch and put their arms around me and hugged me. It felt really good to have their hot bodies on either side of me. To my dismay I found myself getting hard at their touch and the masculine fragrance of their bodies. The two of them glanced down at the growing bulge in my crotch and then without a word moved in to kiss me. I opened my mouth and let their enthusiastic tongues enter. The three of us kissed with a furious energy, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths and lips. Oh Fuck. I had forgotten how passionately the twins could kiss. I knew how this was going to end. I had never cheated on Chuck, but now I wanted it badly. I was angry. I didn’t care if the Bakers were poz or not, or whether I was. I extended a hand to each of their crotches, and found that they were both rock hard. Brent lent over and whispered in my ear. “I want to fuck you deep and hard”. Brad unzipped my fly and saying nothing I unbuckled Brent’s belt and undid his fly buttons. Brad now was loosening his jeans as he whispered in my ear. “I guess that means yes? You’re going to cheat?” The Bakers pulled down their jeans revealing that they were wearing their college team swimsuits as underwear. “We were kind of expecting this to happen, so we wore these for old time’s sake.” As they pulled down my jeans it became obvious that I was also wearing my old team swimsuit. “Well, I wasn’t expecting this, but I wore mine to remind me of good times.” Brad chuckled and went down on my spandex clad erection, sucking the head of my cock through the tight spandex. Since there was no longer any pretense of where this was going I pulled down the front of Brent’ speedo and took his massive member into my mouth, working my tongue over his fat dickhead and playing with his ample foreskin. Soon we were naked, in an enthusiastic triangle, alternately sucking dick or slurping on needy assholes. I was beyond rock hard, leaking precum like a broken faucet. Brent looked up from between my legs and said. “Let’s move to your bedroom. I want to fuck you and load you up in the bed that you and your husband share.” Brad was in immediate agreement “And then I can fuck you and get sloppy seconds.” This was a violation of Chuck and my marriage, but considering that I was still angry that he had never told me what he had been up to in college I justified it almost in a sense of revenge. We got up and went to the bedroom and got onto the bed. They turned me onto my back and Brent lifted my legs, exposing my hole. With obvious amusement Brent asked “I suppose you want me to use a condom? Do you have condoms?” Then he answered his own question before I could. “No, I suppose not. Why would you. You don’t fuck around. I’m going to have to bareback you and cum in your hole. I want you on your back while I pump you full of my sperm so I can see your face.” I noticed that both of them now had matching scorpion tattoos on the left side of their crotches, to go along with the biohazards on the right. Brad saw me looking at them. “Oh, the scorpions? We got them recently. We’re members of a sex club back home, and at a certain point they encourage you to get one.” I knew what they meant. I was guessing that the biohazard tattoos they got in college may not have meant that they were poz then, but probably were. But the scorpions indicated that they definitely were now. I didn’t care. I was going to take both of their loads. Brent put a pillow under my ass, and slicked up his dick and my hole with the lube. He was a lot bigger than Chuck and I was going to need it. He eased his way in and I was surprised how good his massive uncut cock felt sliding up into my hole stretching out the walls of my anal passage to the maximum. Fuck! He pushed harder and was soon balls deep in my hungry chute. Brad moved behind him and slipped his unlubricated meat into his brother’s hole. Brad saw the look of surprise on my face and grinned. “He’s got two loads up there already. From guys at the airport. Stretched out and pre-lubed.” Being fucked while fucking me was obviously a great turn-on for Brent and he started fucking hard and fast and deep, slamming against my ass with every stroke, while simultaneously fucking himself on his brother’s ample cock. It didn’t take long for him to get close. As his breathing got heavier he looked me straight in the eye and told me what I was about to get. “I’m gonna cum in your cheating slut hole.” No, he wasn’t asking me where I wanted him to cum, he was telling me. “Gonna breed you with my toxic poz cum. Gonna knock you up.” With that he thrust hard and bottomed deep in my hole as I felt his poisonous cum flood my bowels. They wasted no time, Brad pulling out of Brent and Brent pulling out of me as soon as he had finished shooting. Brad didn’t lube up his cock before sliding into me as it was already slick from the loads up Brent’s ass. Brad had already got close a few times while fucking his brother, and it only took a few thrusts before he bred me as well. “Gonna poz you, cheating slut.” I felt him ram against my hole as he started to cum. “That is, if your slut husband didn’t do so already.” Now that the ice was well and truly broken, the three of us spent the next few hours sucking and fucking until we had all cum a few times and had multiple loads up our asses. Eventually it was time for them to head back to their hotel, and no doubt to find a few more asses to fuck. The guys were insatiable. After they left I sat down on the couch to collect my thoughts. Fuck It. Chuck had neglected to tell me a whole lot of stuff about himself. Like the fact he was probably poz when we met and he knew it. All that crap about “really should have used condoms” every time we fucked until I got the flu. And that the flue was probably the fuck-flu. Stuff that was probably really important. If he had been such a whore at college what chance was it that he was really being faithful to me now? I thought about all his little side trips and what he might be getting up to. I still loved him, and we still had crazy good sex, but now I decided it was time for me to get some of my own on the side.

Part 13 Dante Someone outed Home Slice to his father. I was determined to fund it who was behind this and make them pay. Although I am totally pissed off, this does play to my advantage, he needs a place to live and that place was with me. It was going to be nice having his white ass in my bed every night. His father was a real ass hole about it reporting the truck stolen, I had plans for him, but first I needed to take care of my boy. He was going to need threads and a ride. He sat quietly I the passenger seat, I got the feeling he may have thought I was mad at him. I spoke first, “Don’t worry Home Slice, I’ve got it all covered.” I started working my contacts. First he needed a ride. I called my connection at a used dealership. The owner dis business with Miguel and me so he always can do me a favor. I explained the situation and he said I should stop by the lot at 6:00 pm. Now to get him clothes. It was Sunday afternoon so the best place to shop was the mall. I let him know the plan for the day, “We’ll stop by the condo so you can drop off your stuff and then we’ll head over to the mall and get you some new threads.” He spoke for the first time, “I’m sorry Dante, I didn’t mean to it you in a spot with the police.” I reassured him, “No worries, I know those boys. They help keep the heat off. You got any idea who did your dad?” He shook his head ‘No’. I had to ask, “You think it was Michael?” He answered, “No, not after Robbie and I convinced him that it would be in his best interest to say a word.” I wasn’t going to tell Home Slice, but I plan to have a ‘nice chat’ with Michael. That all changed when we walked into my crib to find Robbie waiting for us. He quickly explained why he came over to my place, “I tried calling Chris, but his phone was disconnected.” Chris quickly said, “That figures with what he liked with the truck.” Robbie continued, “l tried to stop him, but he we determined to fuck Chris up. Jeremy told your father about you being gay. He was in the entry of the bathroom last Monday when Michael was talking to you. He heard everything and was determined to out you.” Home Slice quickly begged me, “Please don’t kill him. I’m sure we can come up with a good way you get him back.” I was not going to kill the little bottom bitch, I had a plan and I knew Home Slice would love the idea. Jeremy has been begging me to join him to party-n-play. I knew the little queen never barebacked and he’d probably not want me to fuck him if he knew I was poz. I told Home Slice and Robbie my plan, l Jamey's 18th birthday is in a week, right?” Robbie answered, “The night after graduation.” I added, “I bet he’s planning a party night for him and a select few. I’m going to agree to join him but his birthday as looking as I can bring a couple friends, Home Slice here along with a couple of my crew that are all poz. I take it you’ll be there Robbie?” Robbie answered, “Of course I’ll be there, I never miss one of Jeremy’s parties, even though he insists on everyone playing safe.” I asked Robbie to do something that I knew he wouldn’t say no to, “Robbie, I need to know who he is going to have at the party.” My plan was to make sure that the only ones to show up would be poz. Home Slice guy a huge grin on his face when he realized that my plan was to poz Jeremy’s ass. I’m sure Home Slice knew Robbie was poz, after all, he did get fucked by all my crew after he taught him how to suck dick. Robbie looked at Home Slice and asked, “Are you finally poz?” Home Slice answered, “I think so, just had the ‘flu’ last week.” Robbie went and gave him a hug and a kiss saying, “Right on, welcome to the club bro. The thought of you now poz has gotten me fucking horny.” Damn, two horny 18 year-olds, I’d love to watch these two to at it right now, “Why don’t we go to my bedroom where you two can have some fun.” As we headed to my bedroom I cashed uupon a couple of my guys who are hanging around to grab a couple cameras and join us I my bedroom. One we got to my bedroom it didn’t take lot for them to get naked while I prepped a couple points and some Caverjack to keep them hard. I first administers the Caverjack to each and as my guys arrived with the video cameras they were ready to be slammed. They began to record when I started to slam both twinks. I told them, “I want you two to flip fuck ave have some fun while I watch and there guy record the action.” They stared off kissing, but that didn’t last long before they were sucking each other’s cocks. Robbie was the first to top and quickly mounted Home Slice’s ass pounding away until he unloaded inside his ass as he screamed, “Take my dirty cum.” Once Robbie had pulled out Home Slice quickly flipped Robbie around and slammed his cock inside Robbie balls deep in a single thrust which caused Robbie to scream out. Home Slice took his time as he worked his cock in and out of Robbie's hole. The purpose of letting them fuck each other was to not just let them have some fun, but to see how Robbie will do as a top when he is Jeremy. When Home Slice finally shot his load Robbie was begging to be filled. He wasn’t ready for Home Slice to remain hard after he shot his wad. Home Slice looked down as Robbie and asked, you ready for a second load?” Robbie answered, “Give it to me.” Home Slice screamed out, “FUCK! I’M CUMMING AGAIN!” Fling Robbie with a second wad before going soft allowing Robbie to switch and mount his ass from behind keeping Home Slice ok his hands and knees. Robbie showed little mercy as he slammed his cock in to the root. While grabbing Home Slice’s waist he pounded away until he shot his second load. This went on for 3 hours before they began to tire out I need to take Home Slice to get some new clothes.

Woke I awoke Saturday morning with a splitting headache and a dry mouth. I rolled over and opened my eyes to see Travis sleeping soundly by my side, and the clouds in my mind cleared quickly: My ass was sore. This man, who’s not my husband, fucked me last night. Bare. To completion. And he’s HIV+. Fuck--what have I done, I thought. I began to sweat, as the gravity of my fuckup hit me. And then my phone buzzed on the bedside table. I rolled over to look and saw it was my husband Brad calling. “Hey baby!” I answered with a somewhat hoarse tone. “Hah – hey lover” he said, “you sound rough. How was your night on the town with our boys?” “Oh, it was pretty fun I guess,” I responded half-heartedly. “Not too eventful.” And then I felt my jock strap snapped from behind and Travis’s hands on my ass. I clinched my gluten as an attempt to indicate the touch wasn't welcome. He inched his naked body closer to mine anyway. I’d awoken the big dicked, skinny stranger with this phone call, and it was apparent he wasn’t going to make chatting with Brad easy. Travis parted my ass cheeks with his hands as I tried to ignore him and pay attention to Brad, and then Travis inserted his first finger. As he began his single finger fuck of my tight hole, the fact that his poz spunk was still buried in me was on the forefront of my mind. And then a second finger slid in alongside the first. I grimaced. And then a third finger made its way inside me. In any other situation I would have yelped in pain, but I remained silent for Brad. “What you up to today?” Brad asked, as Travis began assaulting my fuck chute with his callused fingers. He worked my hole, shoving his digits in and out, twisting them with each entry. Occasionally I felt his finger nails scraping against my tender anus wall. It was all I could do not to make an audible response to the act. And yet, my dick began to harden. “Not totally sure. Probably just laying low. How about you –- are the meetings going well?” I asked as I felt Travis’s whiskers on my neck, kissing me, sucking on my jugular. I would certainly have a hickey from this. I lost track of the conversation as I was focused on not reacting to the man molesting me from behind. As Brad began going over the list of colleagues who were getting on his nerves, Travis withdrew his fingers. I then felt his dick being guided up and down my ass crack, leaving a slimy trail of precum. “Fuck no, surely he’s not gonna try to fuck me now?” I thought to myself as I tried to move away toward the edge of the bed. But as Brad continued the monologue against his coworkers, the tip of Travis’s monster cock found my hole. Travis’s arm wrapped around me to hold me close, and I had no option but to grit my teeth and accept the entry of his big dick. Travis wasn’t in the moment for romance or to be gentle: he wanted to mark his bitch. He wanted me to get caught. He wanted to claim me as his own. He wanted to emasculate Brad. He slammed his mostly dry cock deep in me. I winced and fought the urge to scream. It hurt like hell. He withdrew most of his shaft from me and then thrust forward into my body again. And again. And again. Brad then started talking about recent discussions with his family about summer vacation plans. I was successfully masking the intrusion into our marriage by remaining quiet, with occasional banter to keep the conversation going (things like “oh wow,” and “that’s great”). Travis pulled my hair as his fuck pace increased. He wanted to cum in me before Brad hung up the phone. I instinctively ground my ass backwards into him, enabling his dick to go deeper and deeper inside me. My own dick was now throbbing and was leaking precum onto our sheets. Brad took hold of my cock and began stroking it in rhythm with his pounding of my hole. My breath was becoming short. Travis was close. I was getting close. Travis picked up his pace. Brad began to wonder about the change in my breathing. “Everything ok there?” “Yeah” I said, thinking quickly and seeing the dog bed in the corner, “Molly and I are playing tug of war with her chewey. Sorry lover, go on.” Brad continued speaking, until finally Travis slammed his body into mine and let out a guttural sound. “unnnnnnnnnnhhhhhh.” Another batch of his poz dna had been injected deep inside me. “Oh fuck” I said, and then recovered “Brad, I gotta take Molly out now. Can I call you back later babe?” “ummm – ok? Sure. " He said, unsure of what was happening on my end of the phone. " Have a great day lover and call me back later!” Brad said as we ended the call. With his dick still pulsing out poison sperm into my ass, Travis jerked my dick until I began spurting my neg cum onto the sheets. “Your pussy of a husband will never fuck you again, slut. Mark my words, slut. You’re mine.”

Part 12 Dante Seeing Home Slice fuck like that got me going. I couldn’t wait to fuck him again. One we were done with the two college boys we took a dip I the pool then grabbed a bite to eat before I grabbed his ass and fucked him right where those future whore bottoms could watch. Towards the end of the weekend I could tell Home Slice had had enough. I knew he was about to get the fuck flu and told him to not come over this week and to take care of himself. He was disappointed, but agreed as he left for home. Home Slice I was disappointed when Dante told me not to visit during the week, but I had a feeling if had his reason. I went home Sunday morning feeling more drained then I did the previous weekend. I went to church with my parents then home to do my homework before dinner then watched a little TV before going to bed. At school on Monday I saw Michael. He cornered me in the men’s bathroom. I figured he was wanting to catch up on our weekends. What he actually said to me caught me totally off guard. Michael Monday morning and there was the little fag going into the men's bathroom. I knew it was the right place you confront him and find out why he became a fag. I followed him in and there was no one else there but the two of us. I walked up to him and he greeted me, “What’s going on Michael?” I quickly shot back, “I know what’s up, it was Dante's dick in your mouth and ass.” The look on his face was priceless. He knew he was busted, he just didn’t know how as he tried to deny the facts and said with a laugh, “What are you talking about bro?” I let him know, “I followed you Friday when you left school. I followed you to where you meet Dante. I watched as you sucked his cock and then when he started fucking you. Did he force you to be his fag?” He was like a deer in headlights the way he just stood there in the bathroom. He didn’t say a word, his expression said it all. I expected him to deny it until, but he surprised me with his admission, “No Dante didn’t force me to do anything. He helped me discover myself. Yes, I’m gay and I hope your sake you’ll hell this to yourself.” There was no way I want going to waste this opportunity, “You think I’m not going to take advantage of your new found talents.” He looked at me with an expression that told me he didn’t understand my meaning so I explained,” I’m going to find it how good of a cock sucker you are.” Home Slice There I was standing in the bathroom with Michael telling me how he followed me and discovered my secret. And now he wanted to use me. I had to tell him, convince him what Dante would do to him if he tried. “Michael, it wouldn’t be wise to do any of that with me. Dante is liable to kill you or worse.” He replied, “Then Dante better not found out.” Suddenly we were joined by the one guy at school, Robbie, who knew about me since he was one of the guys who taught me how to suck dick. He reaffirmed what I had just told Michael, “Dude, he ain’t kidding you. Dante will protect Chris and way possible. I wouldn’t cross him. There’s no way this could be kept from him and when he eventual finds out he’ll take it all out on you.” I had to add what happened over the weekend to make my point, “Friday night two college boys tried to use me when Dante caught them. I thought he was going to kill them on the spot, but he had other plans for them. He gay then taken to his place where they are being trained to be whores before they are shipped off to Mexico to work.” I had hoped that Michael saw that as a fate worse then death, “I have no doubt if you carry out those intentions he’d do the sane to you.” Robbie added, “You'd never know, he might dose your weed with something that might kill you. He’d make it look like an overdose easily.” Michael seemed to get it. He didn’t say or do anything to hurt my without hurting himself. He agreed to leave me alone on one condition, I never talk to him ever again. That was a easy agreement to make. I made it through Monday without any more issues. Tuesday was a different story. As the day dragged on I began to feel tired and achy. I knew I was coming down with something and the way Dante had been talking about my ‘sero converting' I was hurting that it might be starting. After lunch I went directly home and to bed. I made sure to text Dante, ‘just got home from school, not feeling that great…..think i've got the flu’ Dante replied, ‘i had a feeling u’d b feeling sick this wk…..sleep & stay in bed’ I had no plan to do anything but sleep. When my mother got home from work she wanted to take me to the doctor. I let her know that there was something going around school and that I now have it. Jr should be home I a few days and that all I needed was rest. I didn’t the next 3 days in bed into I started to feel better Friday afternoon. Texted Dante letting him know, ‘starting to feel better, should be up to fuck this wknd’ His reply was surprising, ‘not this wknd, i want u strong when u cum over nxt' I understood his concern and knew he was right. What happened next through me for a loop that I was never going to recover from. My parents went to church Sunday and I stayed home. I was watching laying in bed, watch TV when my father busted right into my room yelling at me, “NO FUCKING FAGGOT IS GOING TO LIVE IN MY HOUSE! YOU’VE GOT 10 MINUTES TO GET YOUR FAGGOT ASS OUT OF MY HOUSE!” I tried to find out what he had heard and from whom, but he was counting the time down and I figured I needed to grab what I could before he would most likely physically throw me out. I grabbed my school books, laptop, what clothes I could gather up and the them in my gym bag. I quickly headed out of the house without saying a word, got on my truck and left. I had no idea what I was going to do, where k was thing to go. I immediately I called Dante telling him that my father threw me out on my ass. He told me to come over his place and we’d fugue this all out together. I was already headed towards his place when he told me to come over. I was probably 5 or 10 minutes from Dante's when all of a sudden I saw police lights in my rearview mirror. I knew I wasn’t speeding, didn’t run a stop sign or red light. I cashed Dante as I pulled over waiting to see what they wanted. With Dante listening I heard the police order me to shut the motor off and put my hands out the window. Dante told the to do as they said and be right over to where I was stopped. They had me get out of the truck, hand cuffed me and put me on the back of their squad car. I asked the officers, “Can you please tell me what I did officer?” The officer who put me in the back seat told me, “You’re under arrest for stealing that truck.” I explained to the office that the truck was nine and that my name is in the registration asking when my father's. The other officer had already pulled the registration from the truck and the one who put me in the patrol car had my driver’s license. The two were looking both over when Dante arrived. Both officers knew Dante, get week from what I could tell as they exchanged hand shakes before heading over to me and letting me out of the car and cuffs. The police figured that this was a family matter. Dante suggested to the officers, “Since this is a family matter why don’t you impound the truck and have the owner pick it up.” I grabbed my stuff out of the truck and headed off with Dante.

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.

Traveling for work, and had some downtime this afternoon. Fired up a few apps, and connected with a black guy that was interested in getting together. Being married and only playing occasionally, I had never had the opportunity to be with a black guy. The situation was right for today, and I invited him to meet at my hotel. He arrived, and was hot as hell. About 5'6, bald, and sculpted like a football player. We got undresed and climbed up on the bed. I was impressed with his 4-5 inches of limp cock, and as I started sucking, it grew. And grew. And grew to the point where my lips were catching on the rim of his head as I went down on his cock. I could barely fit it into my mouth, and went down on him to fill my mouth to choking with my entire hand still wrapped on the base of his cock. It must have been at least 8-9 inches long, and filling my mouth. By far, the largest cock I have ever played with to date. I continued to suck him until he was rock hard and ready to fuck. I bent over the corner of the bed as he got behind me. After a liberal lubrication of both my ass and his cock, and several deep hits of poppers, he slowly started invading my hole with that monster cock. Slow, consistent pressure make my ring stretch and give way bit by bit, until I felt his pubes tickling my ass cheeks and rim. He was fully inside me and it felt like I was penetrated by a baseball bat. I've never been stretched this wide before. And I loved it. A few more hits of the poppers, and I began to push back, inviting him to start working my hole. I was in 7th heaven as he began to slowly saw in and out, side to side, up and down, teasing my insides with his pole like I had never felt before. This man was a fucking machine, literally. I can only say that I have been fucked many times in my life, but I have never been with a top who's only job was to send me into orbit in waves of pleasure. It was amazing. I've never cum from bottoming, but he pushed me over the edge and I blew a huge load all over the side of the bedspread. As I came down from my high, he flipped me over and put my legs over his shoulders. He leaned forward, kissed me, and asked me where I wanted him to cum. I passionately kissed him back, looked him in the eye, and said. "cum inside me and make me your bitch." He smiled, and started deep dicking me with reckless abandon, using my stretched out hole for his pleasure. I saw droplets of sweat forming on his bald dome and trickling down his face. A droplet formed on the end of his nose and danced there. His assault on my hole was in full force, sending waves of pleasure through me. The drop fell onto my chest and as it hit, his back arched and he drove that magnificent black cock to the root inside me as he exploded. I felt his cock spasm inside me as I clenched down hard to milk the load from his shaft. After our orgasmic high receded, I felt his cock plop from my hole, leaving me with an emptiness I wanted filled once more. I rolled off the bed onto quivering legs, dropped to my knees, and licked his large cock clean, savoring the taste of his cum and my ass, mixed together. As he got dressed and left, we both knew that I was in town for 4 more days, and we would be doing this again and again.

I was at both Hillside and The Woods about 9 to 10 years ago. Back then, it was as if Steamworks had been transplanted to northeast Pennsylvania. A practical note: wear comfortable hiking boots and bring the Deep Woods Off or Cutter BackwoodsInsect Repellent.

https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/bbc-fucks-me-bare-31742392

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

Looking forward to more about Pup.

College boy was going to be at the house soon and I didn't want him smelling everything that has happen that day. After washing and drying off, I grabbed a hand mirror I use to shave with and bent over to see how bad my hole looked. It was red and puffily, looked like it had been fucked hard, which it had been. I just didn't know if I had it in me to keep going, I had a big dick coming next and then Peter and zack both wanted a repeat. I'm thinking that, I may just blow college boy and call it a night at this point. So I got some shorts on and made a drink, then I saw the clock. Fuck, it was only 3 in the afternoon, I'm having a drink and been fucked by 4 guys. What the hell is going on with my life. I finished the first one and made a second, they were strong and going down easy. By the time college boy showed up, I was on drink 3. I was buzzed a little and feeling good. I was getting ready to make one more drink when college boy walked in. Fuck did he look good, tank top and soccer shorts with no underwear on. You could make out his cock in those short so easy. He was looking half hard already. God did he look good, he walked over to me and stole my drink. Toke a slip and spit it out in the sink, he ask me what the hell I was drinking. I just laughed and said str8 whiskey, the only thing I drink. So, he said, your be nice and loosen up for some fun. I just smiled, I'm thinking, I'm loose, but it's not the whiskey that did it. He grab a beer from the frig I had left over from a weekend party. We hit the couch and relaxed, talked about school and what not. He is now telling me that the gf has not been putting out and how he is not all that into her. That it takes to much to get her ready for a fuck and that it's not like fucking a guy. How he is so much more turned on by a guy then her or other girls. I ask how long it been since he had fucked her, he put his head down and said 2 months. He tells me that he has fucked me more in the last 4 months then he has his gf in the last 8 months. That she is always bitching about his size and that she will only let him put half of it in and he has to go slow the whole time. I ask him if he has been fucking other guys and he said that he has fucked one other guy but most guys see it and don't want to try. I laugh and then see that I just set myself up for a total fucking problem. He asked me if I was fucking guys or anyone been fucking me. Busted, how do I get around this. I like him and he is a great fuck. I don't want him to think I'm a total slut or have to tell him that I've been getting fucked all day. I bit my lower lip and tell the truth. He just sets there and looks at me like I'm crazy. I'm waiting for him to get up and leave. But he is still just setting there looking at me. I finish up the story for the day and wait. He just looks at me and say why are u setting on your ass, you should be setting on my cock. I'm shocked, that was the last thing I was expecting from him. He looked to much of a golden good boy for some runchly sex. But, I was wrong, he pulled down his shorts and he was hard. He starts spitting into his hand and rubs it onto his cook. He looks at me and says have a seat. I want you to ride me, I have not fucked in a week and the last guy was a bitchy bottom. He is waving his big cock with a big glop of spit on the head. I pull off the shorts I have on and stratal his hips. He puts the head at my hole and ask if I'm ready to set down on him. I know that this will be the fifth cock of the day and I should be loose, but he is a big boy with a flat head. There is no point or slop to it, its just as wide was the pole. So, when it goes in, it the full wide off the bat, no easing into it. i just don't think I'm going to be able to take it in one go. I slowly go down on the head and begin to slide down on it. Before I know it, I'm setting in his lap. I have him all in me, I can't believe I did it. Guess I'm a true slut now, I just sat on the biggest cock that I have ever had in me, in one go. I just set there for a second and try to take it all in. As I'm doing this, he starts to move his hips up and down, slowly fucking me. He has a smile on his face, he is enjoying my loose hole. I get the hint and start to ride him, his cock feels so good in my ass. It's making me feel so full, but not in a bad way. I know I'm a sloppy slut right now, but I have an amazing cock in me that I'm riding. So, I don't care. I'm riding him and making out and I'm just so into it. I lost track of time. I forgot all about Peter coming back over at 4 to finish me off. So, as I'm riding college boy as Peter walks in the door with zack. Peter is bitching at zack about something and just stops mid sentence. I've now stopped mid ride on the kid. No one says anything or moves for a minute. Then leave it up to zack, he is all hell yes. " I get to watch him take the monster". College kid is red in the face and doesn't know what to say, I can feel him getting soft inside me. I kiss him and ask if he is ok with a show and more. He is thinking about it and zack walks over with his pants undone and cock hanging out of his jock and something big in his hand. I want to blow him again and have the kid fuck me. This day is getting out of hand. Peter, is now setting in a chair with his dick out and is pulling on it. He is setting there looking at everyone and decides he will direct the action. He tells me to get on all four, college kid to get behind me and for me to blow zack. Zack is a dirty mouth fucker, he is explaining to me how he can't wait to see the big cock open me up more. That its going to be so hot to run the train on me, one dick after the other. That he want to be the last load, that he is the man to do it. That I'm going to be so sloppy that he will be able to power fuck me with no regrets. As he is telling me, he is sliding his cock into my mouth and slowly fucking my mouth. This is not like the first mouth fucking of the day, he is taking it easy. Waiting till college boy is done fucking me, he is planning on fucking me next and then again after Peter. College boy is back inside me and is fucking me good, he is doing a nice pace and not trying to kill me with his big cock. I'm feeling like a see saw, the way they are pushing and pulling on me. College kid is moving a little faster on my ass, I can feel he getting harder. I know he is getting close. (He is one of those guys that only get 3/4 hard when fucking, but going totally hard just before he unloads. That is so hot, it doesn't get longer but it gets fatter. You feel your inside stretch wide just before he unloads in you. I love that so much.) he is sweeting and holding on me my hips and is push in as much as he can. He tells me he about ready and starts to unload in me. As he is unloading, zack pulls out of my mouth and is sliding under me. College kid just pulls out and zack is already pushing into me. He wants me to ride him, so I set on his cock. As I'm riding him, he grabs my arms and pulls me down onto him. He is hold my arms and then moves to a bear hug. I'm trapped on top of him and can't move. He is now telling Peter to do it, Peter is still in the chair and says no. Zack is fucking me from the bottom and I just have to take it. Being trapped in the bear hug. Zack asked college boy if he can get hard again quick, that he has me trapped and he wants to fuck me with two dicks. College kid says he doesn't think that it's a smart move, that he is way to big to double dick me. I try to get loose from the hold that zack has on me, but he is not letting go of me. He starts to kiss me and tells me that it will be ok. That it will feel so good having two in me. Just let it happen, that today it just friends. I'm having my doubts about getting double dicked. I finally give, I tell Peter to just do it.

When we got to my place. The young boy waisted no time stripping, and at the same time begging to be fucked. The rest of us stripped. The boy got to his knees and took our cocks in his hot mouth to get us hard. While he took turns on the two black guys, I noticed how hot he was. Bigger muscular pecs, arms, and absorb. His dick was as big as the two black guys, and has nice fat low hanging balls. One of the black guys got behind him and began to rim his ass. While he hungrily sucked the other. He moaned in lust. I got on my knees and began to suck his dick.

im a pretty complete bottom and have fantasized about no cock at all. Have had a few Doms who referred to my cock as a "clit" and talked to me about having only a "pussy." The idea is a turn on for me, but more fantasy than anything. For me it's a power exchange thing, but have had so pretty hot hook up responses with this pic.

Part 4 Jason watched his younger brother Greg drop to his knees and suck Scott and couldn’t believe how submissive Greg was being. Hearing that his brother wanted to be in the sling shocked Jason as he never knew him to bottom. Then Jason saw Scott push Greg’s face on Timmy’s pissing cock and watched him swallow he started to get aroused. But when Greg went back to his knees and started to suck Scott again and was roughly fingering his own hole and finally when Greg nodded to Scott when he was asked if he wanted to be his urinal too is when Jason knew his own little brother was going to become his own personal slut boy before the night was over. Scott had been friends with Greg for a few years and always thought he was strictly a top. He noticed that Greg’s rig looked to be as full as Bobby’s was and figured he needed to get fucked up in order to get fucked. Scott held Greg’s head in both his hands as he started to cum. He pulled back a little to make sure Greg tasted his load rather than shoot it directly into his belly. Scott knew he always could use a piss after cumming and continued to hold his friends head but pulled his cock nearly all the way out so that just the tip was in his mouth and then he slowly started to piss. Once he saw that Greg was going to swallow it all he pushed all the way into his mouth and let the piss out faster which caused Greg to gag some but Scott held his head tight and forced his friend to swallow faster. Meanwhile, Hank had strapped Bobby down to the bench and then gave him his shot and watched the twink cough and start to rush and once he knew Bobby was flying he fingered the twink’s boypussy and asked him if he was ready to get spanked for real this time. Bobby told Hank he wanted him to use the paddle and asked if he could be gagged so that Hank could paddle him really hard. Hank decided that was a good idea as the kid’s screaming would get annoying soon and he expected the kid to be screaming a lot. Bear loved fucking Timmy’s ass and told the jock boy that his ass was the hottest and tightest that he had fucked in a long time. Bear started to deep stroke Timmy causing the boy to feel the most intense fuck possible and making Timmy moan, not a whore moan like the twink Bobby but a more guttural sound that came from his very core. Timmy couldn’t believe how great the massive cock made him feel. At first he was nervous but the chems helped make him want it and now he knew he needed to be fucked and he hoped Scott had more friends like Bear. Timmy thought about his baseball coach and then realized how much Bear looked like him and wondered if his coach would like to fuck him too, in his mind Bear became his coach and he yelled to Bear, “Coach, fuck me harder, Coach, I’ve wanted you for so long please fuck me hard.” Bear smiled knowing the boy was having a great time and he started fucking him harder and told him, “Oh you’ve wanted your Coach’s cock haven’t you boy, well now you have it and do you want my seed too? Timmy do you want your Coach to make you pregnant?” “Yeah, Coach, give me your seed, make me pregnant with your seed” “Oh fuck, Timmy, here you go, take it, take my seed” Bear leaned over and shoved his tongue in Timmy’s mouth as he pounded his load into Timmy and they made out for a while until Bear started to fuck him again. Jason wanted to fuck his brother so bad and watching him suck Scott off then swallow his piss and listening to Bear breed Timmy got him rock hard and since Hank was using Bobby and he didn’t have anyone he approached Scott and his brother and told Scott it was time to get his bitch of a brother on the couch as he was going to breed his little bro. Greg tried to stand but Jason held him down and told him that if he wanted to be a bitch boy he could crawl over to the couch. Jason told Scott that he never expected his brother to be a bottom and now he plans on making up for lost time. Jason told Scott “Maybe we can get together more often and take turns fucking our boys”. Greg looked at Jason and Jason told him, “Yes you are now my boy and whenever we finally go to sleep and wake up you will be moving in. Bro, is your ass still cherry?” Greg nodded. “Good boy, you’ve been saving it for me haven’t you?” Greg nodded and quietly added “Yes, Sir” Just then the doorbell rang and Jason asked Scott to get the door as he needed to fuck his brother and couldn’t wait. Jason had Greg lean over the back of the couch and using only spit he lined his cock up with his little brother’s virgin hole and plunged into his brother causing him to scream but once Jason pulled back some Greg yelled for him not to pull out but Jason just plunged in again and laughed and told his brother that he wasn’t pulling out until his balls were drained. Scott and Phil and three other guys entered the playroom.

i used to be with a black thug guy who was sadistic if that fits the violent mold you speak of. he was into beating my ass till i was bruised not just red, but purplish. he also loved to slap my face hard during oral...im talking 10 - 20 hard slaps then hed feed me dick again, 2 min of sucking hed pull out and keep slapping my face super hard. this went on for probably 20 min until id collapse on the floor as a sign of please my cheeks can't take it no more. which would signal to him it's time to rape my ass. while fucking me he'd pull out and use a wood paddle to smash my ass til i lay flat on the floor and beg him to stop. then hed prop me up for more dicking. he talked a bunch of trash to me while doing this. sometimes hed tie my hands and give me gut punches while finger fucking my throat. it was brutal. after sex was done hed punch my shoulder hard, or sometimes i'd kick a swift kick in the ass in public. shit like that. he was not into bdsm, but just liked to beat me up physically and mentally. sometimes i couldnt take it and would ignore his calls. that made him more angry, he'd show up knocking at my door and i'd hide. eventually like a few days would pass and he'd all again, i'd pickup he'd yell at me and come over...those where the times i'd get it real bad. but he's gone now, this was like 7 years ago. i think i let it go too far...but for that uncut bbc hairy dick i'd do anything i guess...i probably won't let it get that far again since he really put fear into me and i'm not sure if that was a worth it. or who knows...maybe the right guy can treat me like that again...i do have fantasies about those times, they really stick out more so then those lovey dovey sex partners i've had.