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Hospice Worker Today was my first day on the job as an AIDS Hospice worker. My agency provides in-home services and proudly specializes in what they term “loving care.” I had received hours and hours of training, but this was to be my very first case. I was 2 minutes late when I rang the doorbell. A tall, fair-haired man opened the door. He had a pleasant face but at that moment, he looked tired and rather stressed out. He stepped back and beckoned me to enter. “Hi! I’m Bill. You’re here to see Martin, right?” I replied, “Yes! Hi…I’m Joey…from the agency!” “Well…thank God that you’re here!” he said. “He’s been asking for you!” “I’m not sure how much longer he’s going to last,” Bill said as he walked me up the stairs to the master bedroom, which had been converted into a sort of hospital room. “I know that he’s excited to be seeing you! He’s been saying that there’s something that he wants to give you before he goes.” I didn’t know what he was referring to, but…looking back…would it have made any difference? I was trained to see to any and all needs that my client had, right to the very end. Bill tapped on the bedroom door and opened it gently. “Martin? Are you awake? Joey’s here to see you!” After entering, I saw Martin lying on the hospital bed. Although now he was emaciated by the disease, at one time he must have been a rather fit and good-looking man. He had a ready smile and I could still see a passionate fire smoldering in his eyes! He said, “You must be Joey! I’m SO GLAD to finally meet you…SO GLAD that we can spend some time together!” He turned to Bill, “Could you bring Joey a cup of tea?” Tea is not really my thing, but like I said, I’m here to serve. When Bill returned with a cup and saucer, I murmured my thanks! Bill nodded and said, “Well…I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll check back in a bit!” There were no chairs in the room. Martin patted the spot next to him on the mattress, “Here! Come sit on the edge of the bed next to me. We can get to know each other.” I sat down, holding the tea saucer on my lap. We chatted about this and that. Even though this was our first encounter, he seemed exceedingly pleased to have me there. His cheeks had a feverish flush and his eyes burned brightly. “So…how’s your tea? Earl Grey, is it?” he inquired. I politely took a sip and said, “I’m not sure…but it tastes good!” Out of the blue, he asked me about my HIV status. When I informed him that I was HIV-Negative, his face lit up with an amazing smile. It was like the sun suddenly coming out from behind the clouds. “I, on the other hand,” he said, “have an incredibly high viral level! I bet that I’d convert you…I mean, someone like you…in no time at all! It makes me horny, just thinking about it!” His hand found its way onto my thigh. As we continued talking, he left it there. It didn’t really bother me, so I said nothing. Soon, however, his fingers began to trace lazy circles, almost as if he was trying to seduce me. In the interests of propriety, I tried shifting my leg a little but his remained perched where it was. He kept telling me to finish my tea, so before long, the cup was empty. I started to feel unusually tired. Martin asked, “Are you OK?” I answered, “Yeah…it’s just that all of a sudden I really feel like going to sleep.” Martin’s response was, “That’s just the knock-out drops kicking in. Don’t worry! They only last a few minutes. Here now…just relax! You’ll be alright!” I heard him call out, “Bill!” and vaguely heard the bedroom door open. As if from a distance, I heard Bill’s voice say, “I’ll get his things off!” Hands tugged at my clothes and then, at some point, I was aware of being naked. Bill’s voice came again. “Here you go! Up on the bed with you!” After that, I must have drifted off. At some point, my eyes popped open. I could feel what must be a large stiff cock, inching its way up inside me. Where was I? Someone’s fingers were playing weakly with my nipples. I became aware of someone’s hot labored breath on the back of my neck. I managed to speak. “Martin? Is that YOU?” A voice said, “Relax! I told you that you’d be alright! It’s just me! I wasn’t sure you’d want me making love to you…you know…you being NEGATIVE…and with my AIDS and all. This will be my last time and I wanted it to be with someone special like you. I hope you won’t hold this against me for doing this.” Once I was past the initial shock of my situation, I was able to put things into perspective. Martin had needs. Needs that only I could fulfill for him. Wasn’t that part of my job, after all? Martin, along with so many others, was entitled to the same joys and physical pleasures as the rest of us. I felt as if were my duty to open myself to him and provide what comfort I could. His hips started moving, pumping his organ in and out of my hole. God, it felt so good! His hands continued to paw at my chest as my back arched with delight. In his weakened state, he didn’t last very long. “Joey!” he cried. “Take my SEED! I’m passing my virus on to YOU! Treasure it! Keep it safe within you and let it flourish and grow. Let my DNA join with yours! That way…I’ll live on inside of YOU!” His body started to spasm. His hips slammed into me 3…4…5 times…and then held against me as the last of his toxic sperm drained into me. “Don’t move! he whispered imploringly! “Let my seed find a place to latch on to your innards and begin to multiply! It’s my GIFT to YOU!” It was the least I could do to remain there with him still inside me, his last diseased load beginning its assault on my immune system. A few minutes later, Martin passed away, a contented smile on his face. Bill re-entered the bedroom and helped me disengage myself. He handed me something and said, “Martin was hoping that you would use this!” It was a butt plug. “He wanted you to give his bug the best chance to spread throughout your body!” That made perfect sense. I won’t clean out tonight. I’ll keep his gift inside me & cherish it as a way to honor Martin and keep some part of him alive inside me. All I know is that, from now on, I’ll let our clients know that I’ll willingly offer my body as an incubator for their their viral seed.

This happened quite a few years ago when I was still together with my partner. I've never told anyone about this before but it was one of the horniest experiences I ever had. It happened when my partner's nephew, Sean, was staying with us for a couple of days. Sean was 30, small and slim, with dark hair and glasses. He was quite quiet and serious looking but had had a cheeky grin and a wicked sense of humour. He had been in a relationship with a guy he met at uni for several years and had split from him about six months previously. My partner told me that Sean would be staying with us for a couple of nights whilst he was in London for work and of course I said that would be fine. I liked Sean and got on well with him. I asked how Sean was getting on since he had split with his boyfriend and my partner said he seemed to be fine and was enjoying playing the field a bit. I said that was natural and my partner agreed. He frowned and looked a bit worried as he added "but I don't think he always plays safe....." Sean arrived a few days later. He was on a two day course in London and was out during the day. In the evening we had dinner together and on the Friday night we went out for a meal and a drink. I enjoyed Sean's company and a couple of times when my partner went to the bar he flirted with me a little which I enjoyed. On the Saturday morning my partner left early to go to work and I had a bit of a lie in. I heard Sean getting up and taking a shower and while he was in the shower I thought I would get up and make us some coffee. I pulled on a pair of jogging bottoms and went downstairs to the kitchen. After a while I heard Sean coming down the stairs and he joined me in the kitchen wearing only a dark blue T shirt and a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs that didn't leave very much to the imagination. "Morning" he said cheerfully as he took the coffee I offered him. We chatted for a while and once again I was conscious that he seemed to be flirting with me. I knew I should probably go upstairs and get properly dressed but I didn't really want to. I was enjoying chatting to Sean (and also enjoying seeing him in just his T shirt and pants!). After a while the conversation turned to relationships and Sean told me about the split from his partner. He said he was enjoying being single and added that he was getting a lot more sex than he had got in the last couple of years in his relationship. He grinned and I couldn't help grinning back. I could feel myself getting turned on and I was fairly sure Sean was too. I never thought for a minute that anything was going to happen beyond harmless flirting but then Sean told me he had always thought I was really fit. He said that he had always liked guys with hairy chests and then added that he also liked older guys. He was looking straight at me as he said "I've done it with quite a few older guys lately." I knew I should not let things go any further but I was really turned on now and I could see that Sean's cock was now sticking up in his pants. I didn't stop him as he reached out and began to run his hand over my chest. My cock was hard now too and soon we were kissing and his hand was on my cock. I didn't stop him as he pulled my joggers down and began to wank me and then got down on his knees and began to suck my cock. I couldn't have stopped him now even if I had wanted to - he was giving me one of the best blow jobs I had ever had and I could easily have let him suck me until I unloaded in his mouth but I didn't want this to end. I pulled him up and and kissed him again and then I got down on my knees. I pulled his pants down and his cock sprang out. I took it into my mouth and began to suck him. He sighed and I felt his cock grow even harder. "Mmm" he moaned" That's fucking good." I sucked him for a bit longer and then indicated to him to turn around. He didn't hesitate. He turned round, pulled his pants right down and pushed his arse out. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his hole. His arse was smooth but his hole was quite hairy. I pushed my tongue right up him and began to lick his arse. He moaned and pushed his arse back into my face. I licked him for while and then stood up. He pushed his arse out and looked over his shoulder. "Fuck me." he said. I wondered if he would mention condoms but he didn't. He moaned as I began to push the head of my cock into his arse. My cock slid up him surprisingly easily and soon I was right up him. I gave him a moment to get used to my cock and then I began to fuck him. He leaned forward and said "Oh fuck, yeah!" as I started to fuck him. I didn't hold back - I fucked him right there in the kitchen, bent over with his pants down and my bare cock up his fit young arse. "Fuck me." he moaned, "fuck me!" I began to fuck him harder as he pushed his arse back against me and moaned. I was getting close now and I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him even harder as he moaned and urged me on. I fucked him until I couldn't hold off any longer. I told him I was going to cum and he moaned "Fuck yeah!" I hadn't cum for several days and soon I was shooting a massive load of cum deep into his unprotected arse. When I had finished cumming I pulled out and he stood up. He pulled me towards him and we kissed again and then he pushed me down and I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck him off until I was rewarded with a mouthful of cum. We were both out of breath as we pulled our pants up and he grinned at me. We had some breakfast and a little later we went upstairs where I fucked him again and dumped another load deep in his arse. I split with my partner not long after that and never got together with Sean again. Fortunately my partner never knew that I had fucked his nephew bareback and loaded up his arse - once in the kitchen and once in our bed.

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

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

Last night I went downtown to a club for a drink or two. There were a few bartenders and one kept looking at me. After a while he came over, poured a beer and slid it over the counter to me. Told him I didn't order a beer and he laughed and said that was free because he was going to fuck me ... again. I just smiled and asked where and he said in a very quiet backroom where no one would hear him flogging me. Then he said he had fucked me already but I was blindfolded ... which was entirely possible since I love to get fucked anonymously. I asked him if he wanted me to wear a blindfold again and he just grinned and told me how to get to the back. He was right ... it was in a far corner of the building well away from the bar. I stripped down in the room, put the beer on a shelf and started putting on the blindfold when I noticed a few flogs on a hook. I picked one out and hung it over my shoulder then bent over and waited. Steps approached and the door was closed. I heard pants fall to the floor and a hand explored my ass. He lightly pulled the flog over my body and then gave me several hard smacks with it. i moaned and he called me a slut. It was then I realized this was not the same guy but it wasn't my place to refuse him. He gavd me poppers and hit me again several times... hard.... and then I felt the tip of his hard cock agsinst my hole. He pushed into my ass and called me a whore as he felt the mix of cum and lube already there and started fucking hard. Wasn't long before he started grunting and leaned over to whisper that he was going to give me his poz cum. That sent me over the edge and I began begging for him to load me up and use me like the hole I was. When he finished he told me to clean him up which I did eagerly and thoroughly. He told me to stay here because there were more coming back here and that I was theirs to use tonight. By the time I went home I had several shots of various liquors and 7 more loads because the bartenders were sharing me with their friends. I definitely need to frequent that bar more often!

So would I. I sometimes think that I should get work as an AIDS hospice worker just for the honor of receiving their gifts. God is my cock leaking from the thought of it...

I was 7 or 8 when I sucked my first cocks...started with a couple neighborhood boys my age, just playing around and experimenting...but I loved doing it. Then it progressed up to me sucking off a couple older boys who were like 13-14 which was amazing because I thought that they had such big cocks and they could cum (I didn't swallow yet). After moving when I was 9, I had to start over and get a new group of guys to play with, but that didn't take long...a couple camp-outs and games of truth-or-dare and I had 7 guys in my neighborhood that would play around...and while I loved doing other things, I was a natural born cocksucker. At 12 one of my friends older brothers caught us (he was 16) and ask me to suck his cock, which I gladly did, followed by swallowing my first load of boy cum. He shared the news with a couple of his friends and I soon had 3 16yo cocks to service! Around 13, when we all started being able to cum, one of my suck buddies asked to fuck me, so I got my first load of cum up my ass! That was followed by many more for the next year until we moved again and I had to start over...

It was Yesterday. Working long hours and really too exhausted to fuck. My straight military top planned to fuck me Saturday but needed to bust his one week load earlier and ditched his GF cause he likes my ass better. I always give my ass to him. No nonsense type of guy who knows what he wants and says it straight forward. “I need to fuck your wet pussy now.” i try to look for other tops in the area to make me wet but none were around. He cums over and both he and I enhale poppers. I take as much as I can cause I know his 9X6 is going to rip me, no matter how often he fucks me. He digs in deep and grinds his rock hard bbc into my walls. “Don’t run away fag, take that raw black dick.” “I fucken love your wet pussy feels so fucking good, you’re my Asian pussy.” I don’t know if it’s his huge dick or his dirty talking that turns me on. I encourage him on, “fuck wreck my pussy give me your babies, breed my Asian cunt.” He is now one foot on the bed and digging his dick against my ass walls and i think I rip a little. “I’m planting my nigger babies in your sweet wet ass, fuck your cunt is so fucking wet” . He pulls and slams in and finally pushes it deep to the second ring and deposits his one week load. He pulls, no yanks out and is still hard but slams in again to get that extra drops in. He washes up and before he leaves, “there you go, go get some more loads your pussy is wide open.” Which I do... I see my regular neighbor on line who only fucks me when I have a fresh load. He tells me to cum over for a quickie. At the same time a Latino tourist in Waikiki hits me up on Bbrt and asking me if wanted his 3 day load. Fuck I hit the mother load tonight. God bless the full moon. My nieghbor has me in his closet. Semi anon, “I don’t wanna see your face just us your hole” scene. I’m ass up and he’s dicking me doggy while I’m puffing poppers. At the same time my Latino hook up is on Uber riding to my place which is not far from me. I text him that I’m getting my second black load now and if he wanted sloppy seconds. He said not only did he but he wanted to eat those fresh loads out of my ass before he fucked me. My neighbor lies. The fucker is not quick, he is using my ass with no lube and I feel the cum of the first guy on his dick. He’s about 8x5 and is pulling my guts out since there’s no lube. It’s hurting until he reaches deep into the second ring and his dick is lived by the first guys cum. I’m in heaven and he is using my hole good. Like the fuck doll I am to him. My Latino hook up is at my place. I’m hopping he is not going to leave. I text him that I’m still getting fuck and sure enough, my black neighbor busts his silent load in me, pulls out and walks to his bathroom to clean up. I go home and meet my next fuck.... #hawaii #bbc

The short answer is don't walk around like you are in a Milan catwalk and you are the top model in the world and people should be privileged just to look at you. Welcome to 70% of Gay sex clubs. If you are a slut, look hungry, smile at everyone. check people and find where the action is. Be the party, don't wait for others to initiate it. You will be waiting a long time. You don't have standards. You are the cheap slut, not the high class call girl. You see cock, you suck. You turn around and you show what you want. Important. Advertise. You are a slut, act like it. Moan loudly when you are being fucked. It will attract other guys. Be verbal . Well at least that works for me.

I got a text message from a guy I used to see saying he was in the area and could he pop round. He is quite dominant which is what i like so i said yes. He came round within 10 minutes, as soon as he was through the door we stripped off, he lay back on the bed while I sucked his cock and got him nice and hard. He then told me to sit on his cock, I quickly lubed his cock and and straddled him. Its been a while since I've been fucked and so it was quite a tight fit. Eventually his cock slid into me and i started to slowly ride his cock. After a while he told me to bend over the end of the bed. He does this when he is nearly ready to cum so i knew I was going to get fucked hard. He pushed me on to the pillow and pushed is cock into me and started to give me a hard pounding, He likes to fuck hard and i could hear him slapping against me as he fucked me. After about 5 mins he started to moan loudly and fucked even harder, with a few deep hard strokes i felt him cuming in me. He pulled out and i cleaned his cock for him and he dressed and left. Love being fucked like this. My arse is still sore and I still have his load in me.

Part 2 I was really high now. I could not focus anymore. It seemed my brains had moved to my ass. This was now the center of my body. I was moaning out loud now, feeling in heaven. My eyes were rolling in the sockets from the pure joy I was feeling. His tongue was going in real deep. It felt so good. I felt so hot and horny now. I had the urge to kiss Dirk and thank him for making me feel so good. Dirk slowly climbed up to me, putting his whole weight on top of me. My chest and face were crushed into the mattress. He was pushing up my hands above my head, and holding them there. Dirk was grinding his fat meat between my buttcheeks, it did feel so good, i was really enjoying his attention, his dick did feel so big on my ass. Dirk started licking my neck, and moved to my ears, when one thing gets me going it is licking my ears, or licking my balls. How do you feel buddy, he purred in my ear, does it feel good? I could only moan, and confirm with a nod, I did feel so happy and content. You like some role play Mike? Did you ever try that? My mind was racing, what was he meaning by role play??? Did he want to play daddy and son as in the movies, or had he other things on his mind. Anything you like Dirk, you make me so horny. I was not to disappoint him, i was ready to please him ans give him anything he want. What can i do to please you Dirk? How can i make you happy. You already make me happy babe , but i want to see you as a real slut in my bed, i want you to feel horny baby, try new things, i will teach you, you trust me Mike, i wil make change you in a sextoy to be enjoyed by many men. Keep still baby i get some things, and we can spice up our game a bit. Dirk came back with a plastic box full with leather gear. Soon he was displaying all the stuff on the bed, most things i did not even know, there where blindfolds, leather cuffs, gaggs with balls, gaggs with dickholes, horsebitts, dogcollars, all kind of stuff. He was picking out a big leather blindfold, and told me it would excite him when i would wear it for him, soon i was blinded with the blindfold, and was he putting on a dogcollar on me and some leather restrains which he clicked together, it did feel a bit akward, moving now. Dirk made me lie down again on the bed and said to relax a bit he had some things to do. It did feel weird not knowing what was going on around me, but i did feel content, my head was still spinning from the juice, but i made nothing out of it. Dirk was talking to me while i could hear him move stuff around the room, it sounded to me like he was replacing some furniture within the room. What I of course could not see was that he was installing several cameras on tripods around the bed, aswell was he going online via zoom, and was he showing off his new dumm victim to his friends. His friends where coming online one by one with the special password he had given to his friends. Dirk nearly did need half an hour to set everything up, with his mobile computercamera, he was showing off the body of the bounded Mike to his computerbuddies. Mike was lightly dozing of into a sleep being alone on the bed blindfolded. He was getting the most amazing dream of being loved by his new lover, and getting happy with their shared home and relation. The reality could been not further from the dream. Dirk was preparing some suprises for his slut to be. First he was mixing some G together with juice for Mike to drink, and some bottles of gattorade then he was preparing a booty bump with tina, and some riggs with tina to enhance the willingness of his slut to be. After an half an hour he was ready to commence the fun, he was signalling the guys online that the fun was starting to begin. Dirk was picking up the juice and moved over to the top of the bed, he noticed that the little slut to be was making moaning noises, and obvious had a hot steamy dream, tome to bring him back to reality, and make him do it in real. Hey Mickey, wakey wakey babe, i have a drink for you babe, you must drink a lot it is going to be a hot night. Drink was pulling up the sleepy Mike and brought the glass of juice to the mouth of Mike, come on babe, drink your juice baby it will make you feel good. The taste of the juice was even more bitter then the one before, must been another bottle. Soon the glass was empty, and Dirk, let Mike lie down again in the bed, he was setting the glass on the night stand and rolled Mike over on his tummy. Dirk was moving next to Mike and was caressing him, and kissing him all over. He was whispering sweet words to Mike and make him feel good again. In the meantime he was watching his computer sceen, and he saw that there must be a least 50 viewers enjoying his show on Zoom. The cameras on the tri-pods where registering all movements from the 4 bedsides, and he was already thinking about the monitoring of the film, and sell copies online on the net. Dirk did move to the back of the bed, and was putting up his back at the wall of the bed, and he was pulling Mike up so that his face was resting up the upper tigh of Dirk . He was caressing the head of Mike with one hand, and he was starting to stroke his cock with his other hand. His fat cock was already oozing a lot of precum of the toughts of the things to come. He was smearing the head of his cock on the face of Mike, his precum was marking the nose of Mike and his upperlips. The little slut did automatically open his mouth, and tried to swallow Dirks dick in one go. Hmmm the little slut is eager to suck my cock. His hot mouth did feel so good around the fat head of his dick. To be continued

3. One more layby visit or not? It's Friday lunchtime and my only gay co-worker, Matty and I went to the park to soak up the Summer sun and check out other cute guys stripped down catching the rays. We sit on the browned grass and slowly eat our sandwiches. Matty leans over and says, “Wow, eyes right to the guy in those skimpy white shorts, he is making me so horny that I’ve got a wet patch in my pants already and the beauty of it is he doesn’t even know it. I could go and pounce on him right now!” "Well, you’re always telling me you're horny, so nothing new there!" All too soon we have to pack up our lustful ogling and return to work and as we swipe back in I tell Matty, “I’ll catch you in a mo, I need to pee” but all he does is laugh and follows me into bathroom…although there are three brilliant white urinals Matty stands next to me, so we piss next to each other. Matty and me might be the only gays in the office but we have never tried anything on between us so I was surprised to see his big white cock pissing whilst hard from his lunchtime fantasy. He of course caught me watching and must have thought that was permission to go further as he then he put his hand inside of my trouser waistband and started to push his finger into my puffy hole. “Oh! Wow! Who’s been a lucky bitch getting fucked hard to end up with a hole like that? I gave him a knowing smile and pushed him off telling him we should behave, I can't afford to get fired. This little interaction made me feel horny too and I longed to be filled by my new best friends. The afternoon dragged. I couldn’t concentrate on work as my mind kept drifting off wondering how the hell have I become hocked on public sex, bareback sex and more worryingly wanting POZ cum ALL the time? If only my fellow workers knew what a dirty Slut was amongst them. Finally, the working day ended and I made the sweatbox journey on the tube back home with the only highlight being; strap hanging, my ass pressed up hard against a cute older guy whose hot breath was on my neck and whose sweet cologne I inhaled and as the tube train jumped on the tracks my butt rubbed against his groin and I swear I felt his cock stirring…but sadly he snuck out at the very next stop. By the time I eventually got through my front door I was sweaty, hot, horny and frustrated but soon forgot about that as I noticed something in the letter box. A scribbled note, ‘come to the layby tonight at 7:30 I have surprises for you’ “Damn it” I thought out loud, having vowed not to go back there again…but as I read it through again my hole and cock did the thinking for me as I stripped off got in the shower and began to make sure my hole was squeaky clean for whatever Kyle and co. had in mind. At 7:30pm it is still light and despite the undergrowth and trees anyone would be visible if they were engaged in any action, but here I am sitting in my car waiting for my surprises…I don’t have to wait long before I see Kyle, Renton & Jay pull up, get out and head in to the wooded area. I get out and follow...as you do. Surprise 1 is a wooden bar has been screwed between two trees: “Strip” I hear Kyle say and without thinking I comply, just leaving my trainers on, feeling liberated being naked outdoors and possibly on view to any passing cars. “Bend over the bar” is the instruction and no sooner had I obeyed than I my arms and legs were bound in place leaving me at the mercy of Jay and Renton who quickly took up positions to spit roast me hammering hard and fast as they made out above me until the inevitable Poz cum injections. As they withdrew I felt Kyle’s hand slap my right butt cheek, “tighten that hole and get ready for my cock and cum” just as his blunt bell end nudged my winking hole I squeezed my ass muscles tight, pushed out and squeezed again until a bubble of cum popped out. I could feel Kyle smear the cum around my ass lips and then plunged in, balls deep, in one go, he slapped my ass again, my instruction to squeeze down tight again gripping his rock-hard flesh buried in my guts. In this bent over position Kyle was getting in deeper than before, his long black cock reaching parts no one had got to before, his thighs slapping mine and his musky sweat dripping down on my back. I was in a World of my own, it felt like heaven being filled by him and pumped by him, just Kyle’s cock with my hole gripped tightly around it . Then he started to pound me harder until I heard, “Bro, you’ve got to tap this ass. It’s so hungry that it’s milking my cock throughout this entire fuck.” Kyle quickened his pace, thrusts in deeper than he had ever been inside before, then shouts out loud, “FUCK YEAH! Bitch, take my CHARGED LOAD!” I distinctly felt his cock thicken, twitch, his balls rammed up tight against my hole pump their payload but his cock is so deep that’s all I felt. He rips his cock out move around to my head and simply says, “Clean it” I hungrily slurp on his glistening dark meat until it’s squeaky clean savoring the taste of cum and ass slime but surprisingly no blood this time. “Not bad for a white boy” I hear, “D’ya think he can handle this?” and I feel something fleshy slap my ass. “Only one way to find out” Kyle says “Then he’d better get sucking my cock hard and then we’ll see how much of my 10.5 inches I can slam up his pearly white cunt?” Without any hesitation I opened my mouth in readiness as the mystery man moved around in front of me; a black muscly man-mountain with all 7.5” of semi-hard nasty looking cock; his pre-cum looked cummy, a creamy white that he smeared around my lips then edged the tip into my waiting mouth and, was that blisters on his shaft? I think I saw as it swiftly reached the back of my throat and, as he pulled back, he said, “Take a deep breath in when I start to push back into your mouth cocksucker.” He then grabbed my head between his two beefy black hands and pushed his cock back in, “Get ready to deep throat my cock slut” Not waiting for an answer, he kept a steady force as the cock slid easily into until it plugged throat, stopping the air almost making my eyes pop out of my head. “Almost there cock whore, only about another inch or so to go”, I felt light-headed and began to go limp through lack of oxygen as just in time the snake like cock withdrew just enough for me gulp in some urgently needed air in to my lungs before the second assault. I felt the hardening cock go deeper this time as prickly pubes just tickled the end of my nose as the growing cock plunges further down my throat. Knowing I was going to need air he pulled back just enough allowing me to inhale and fill my lungs with fresh air before he pushed all the way back in, “Swallow whitey boy, keep swallowing” I complied as best I could until fully impaled his pubes were mashed into my nose making my throat muscles pulse around the steel-like flesh jammed down my gullet. The man was in heaven as he felt his gono dripping cock spill directly into this cock sucker's stomach as his cock reached it’s full length and hardness. “God damn it boy, you took all 10 plus inches and now I’m ready to fuck” Slowly he pulled his hard, dripping cock from my throat, barely giving me anytime to catch my raggedy breath as he walked around behind me and without wasting a second, quickly lined his cock up with my cummy hole and was balls deep in one oh so long thrust. I had no time to prepare for this plowing his long dick in before pulling almost all the way back and thrusting back in deeper this time making me grunt and moan as he got deeper dragging my ass lips inwards, almost turning my hole inside out! Each deep thrust was a unique mix of pain, pressure and pleasure, “Oooh, aaahhh, mmm” was all I could uncontrollably mutter until he said, “You ready for whole length now?” I froze momentarily as what he said sunk in and before I could say “What or YES” The mystery man pushed his hips violently forward, I felt some type of popping in my stomach, “FUCK!!!” I screamed, his huge cock felt so good as it reached deep in me somewhere where no cock has reached before and my entire body was shaking uncontrollably with pleasure…my cock started to shoot, spraying a massive load of cum, an endless supply as he kept on popping the length of his cock in and out of this new place deep inside my guts. Each thrust causing me to cry out, “Oh God YES, Fuck YES” and “Please don’t stop fucking me.” As sweat, tears and cum dripped from every pore as I moaned, shivered and whimpered in sheer pleasure. To bring me back to reality he squeezed my butt cheeks his buttocks whilst also running my hands up and down his upper thighs, telling me to relax, slapped me few times as he started to move his cock in and out at greater speed and power grunting as he did so. He then gripped my waist tightly and said loudly; “The thought of my strain of HIV destroying you is turning me on boy for you to share, just like my boys here do.” “Yes Sir. I NEED to be infected. I WANT YOUR GIFT.” “Gifts boy, I’ve got a little something extra to help you on your way. You definitely want it? “Yes!” “Then BEG for it pig” as he rams in harder than before. I give a strangled “Arrgh!” then add, “PLEASE….infect….me…..” I’m hanging on as he power fucks so hard it’s knocking the wind out of me. “Infect you with what whitey boy? “Your GIFTS Sir” “You mean you want my highly toxic Poz cum, Gono and Hep C and Herpes embedded in your system, changing you for LIFE as they replicate through your body, destroying your soul?” “Oh fuck” is all I can say as I shoot another massive load. Is it the dirty talk, the actual act or the onslaught on my prostate? I don’t know or care anymore. All I know is my love muscle is spasming around his deathstick, dancing up and down the entire length trying to milk his dick for all the nasty bugs it can get. “Then Beg whitey.” I said “Fucking BEG.” “PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.” And my hungry ass clamped down hard on his dick, he rammed in hard, thighs and balls smashed into my ass….I saw stars as pain deep inside me exploded in eye popping fashion and then I felt this hard lump of toxic fuck weapon arch up and down I my guts as a soothing torrent of diseased cum put out the fire in my belly and I slumped forwards, sweat drenched, limp and totally exhausted. Kyle, Jay and Renton couldn’t tell if the moans I was making came form pain of pleasure, nor did they much care as I heard them High-Five Elliot as I heard his name for the first time. Eventually I had a slap on the ass and the ‘snake’ slithered out of my destroyed hole. “Fuck Elly, you done did a great job this time, look at all that blood on you dick” It was the last thing I heard as I blacked out and the next thing know as I come to is my arsehole is sore beyond words, I’m cold, it’s dark and I’m slumped in the driver’s seat of my car. I gingerly drive home, drag my sorry body in to bed and collapse into the welcoming darkness of sleep.

flag Travis pulled his dick out from my ass with slow intention. I felt empty as his thick mushroom head gradually retreated from my tender fuck chute. Once all the way out, he held me tight, sweaty body to sweaty body, my cummy, used bubble butt against his cummy, softening cock. “You know, unlike a woman, a guy can only get pregnant once. A woman can get knocked up with many men’s babies. But a man… A man can only really get knocked up once. I want you to carry my baby. I want to be the one who fertilizes you, who gives you a legacy, makes you what you’re supposed to be. Brad can’t do that for you, but I can.” His tone had taken a gentler turn than it’d been just moments before. We hadn’t yet acknowledged the bug outside of our two sexual encounters. I was still processing it: both turned on and terrified. “I don’t know if… It’s just that, I love Brad. I didn’t mean for this – us – to happen. And it can’t. I can’t…. I can’t cheat on him anymore. I can’t get HIV. I just… this isn’t who I am.” Travis kissed my neck. “It’s who you are meant to be, baby. Think of all the times we talked about raw fucking, how turned on you are by it, how much you crave it. I’m giving you the key to unlock your potential. Freedom to fuck whoever the fuck you want, whenever you want it. And to be mine. I’ve finally planted my flag in you, I’ve claimed you. Don’t turn back now.” I sat up and turned, putting my feet on the ground. I inhaled deeply, exhaled, and said “I gotta shower.” When I emerged from the steamy bathroom, Travis was gone. affix Hours later, the dryer buzzed: our sheets were finally clean. I remade the bed. My phone vibrated: Brad texted that the client was in meltdown mode, and that he’d have to be away for at least another four days. I missed him and felt bad I’d hurt him, even if he didn’t know anything yet. I looked up the clinic’s address and grabbed my car keys off of the counter. I was going to make everything all right. My phone vibrated again, only this time it was Travis. “So are you mine or not?” All my alarms were frantically ringing in my mind. No, of course I’m not, I thought. I’m Brad’s husband. And time is ticking to get treatment from this mistaken tryst, to think of how I’m going to tell Brad about all of this, and to make things right in my marriage. Travis followed up with a photo of his dick that I’d never seen before. In it, he wore a thick, tight cock. His engorged member curved up his slender stomach, veins protruding all along the way, concluding in its perfect mushroom head, which was wet with precum. I could almost taste it through my phone. I was again fixated on Travis’s fuck weapon, and I needed it: it had a power over me. “I need to be serviced. So what’s it gonna be: are you mine or not?” He followed up. I clenched my keys in my fist in mental anguish. That goddam dick. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” I said to myself again as I typed “I’m yours.” He sent me his address. Claimed I pulled into the vinyl-clad apartment complex and continued to doubt my actions. My primal desire for this man’s dick kept me on track toward this unkempt place. I knocked on Travis’s unit. He answered in a wife beater and jeans and ushered me inside. “Take your clothes off.” He said. I complied, exposing my muscular frame and tan lines to him once again. I looked down at my sculpted body and my semi-hard dick and I thought about my husband’s Adonis-like build. I then looked at Travis: a skeleton in comparison, pale, tall, lanky. He certainly had an unrefined cuteness about him, but the physical contrasts between him and me or Brad were sharp. As I stood there naked in his living room, he bolted several locks on the front door. “Bedroom’s back there. Imma grab a beer. I want you ass up, face down on the bed.” My stomach fluttered with nerves as I walked down a short hallway into a messy bedroom. The bed was not made, and the sheets looked old. I climbed onto the bed, knees spread wide, ass up, head down on a formless pillow. He entered the room moments later and grabbed my right wrist. He affixed a rope around it and proceeded to tie it to a corner of the bed. “I don’t think I want to . . . “ I began to turn to tell him that I wasn’t into being tied up. He backhanded me, and I must’ve blacked out in surprise. When I awoke, ropes constrained my hands and feet, and I was spread wide like a star fish on the bed. I felt the familiar sharp pain of dick entering my ass, and a hand between my shoulder blades as leverage. I let out a moan of pain. “Hey boy, welcome back. I’m sorry I hit you. Now don’t question me in that tone again, ok? I don’t want to have to mess up that pretty face of yours.” Travis said from behind as his dick pierced into me. “Can you untie me? I’m not into….” He pushed his dick hard into me, maneuvering his mushroom head a few inches inside me in one thrust, and slapped my ass. “Listen. You’re tied up for your own good. I know you’ve got doubts. I know you’re inclined to run. But I also know your destiny. I knew it from the moment I saw you. Do you want to be mine or not?” I was clear this was rape-like and his language was mentally abusive, but I was also clear that he was right: All of my sexual fantasies had led to this, to him. He pulled out a bit and then slammed back into me, getting closer to my prostrate. “Oh fuck, that hurts – can you slow down?” I said of the entry. “It’s got to hurt some, bitch.” He said I felt his balls brush against my ass. “Your cunt needs to get a little beaten up as sacrifice to the hurt your causing Brad. You’re becoming mine as we speak. My cells are dividing in you, growing, spreading, taking over. And tonight, I’m going to ruin you so that I can remake you.” My fat dick grew from the friction against the sheets of the fuck from behind. I felt his balls slapping against my inner thighs I felt my ass tearing in a way I’d never felt before. His monster cock was wrecking me. “You want to be Poz like me?” He asked with a shortness of breath. I hadn’t really confronted it directly -- to myself or him – yet in such terms. But I knew the answer now, like I’d heard in so many porns and read in so may stories. “Yeah, I want it. I want to be yours. I want to carry your seed, your virus. Knock me up. Make me like you. Give it to me. Make me pregnant with your baby.” I wanted to touch Travis, to touch myself, to turn over and see what this sweaty man assaulting me looked like in this moment of passion. But I was locked into place, my ankles and wrists tied to the four corners of the bed. All I could do was turn my head and glance at Travis with side eye. My dick was leaking precum on the dirty sheets. With each thrust Travis made into me, my cock humped the bed beneath, skin flexing against the mattress. With his dick balls deep in my ass, Travis moved his hips from side to side to side, front to back, up and down, slowly, now, opening my ass, getting my ass ready to be the cum receptacle it was meant to be. He was dripping sweat onto me. His eyes were closed. He was savoring being deep in my hole and just ruining it with each movement he made. Side to side. Back and forth. In and out. “Fuck yeah, baby. You are mine. You’re nothing but a cheating, Poz fuck toy now. My cheating poz fuck toy. Your ass is going to get used and abused so much by so many men after me. You want another dirty load to seal this deal?” “Yeah, give it to me. Poz me. Breed me. Remake me." I said He pulled out and resumed his final fuck pace: he was ready to blow a wad of jizz in my wrecked hole, and crescendo-ed into an intense assault of my chute. I was in ecstasy feeling totally at the control and mercy of my big dicked god. My cock began spurting cum on the sheets. “Fuuccckkk” I screamed, unable to control the flow of semen from my cock. Travis’s eyes rolled back as cum bullets shot deep into my gut, penetrating my DNA inextricably. Volley after volley of Travis’s toxic jiz filled and marked me. He screamed and I moaned in a symphony of passion. After relishing in our orgasms for what felt like an hour, Travis collapsed onto me. Sweaty bodies against one another, he whispered in my ear, “you’re mine.”

I would have taken daddy's venom. My own father started fucking me shortly after he woke up and found me sucking his cock. I tired to explain I seen it dripping and I was afraid he was going to piss on the couch. When he learned I was willing to swallow his pisss, he started using me as his urinal. He started letting men use me to to cover his bar and gambling debts. I loved every minute of it. Your story flooded me with memories. Great job.

A few hours later he was hard again and ready to give me more of his toxic seed. "Get on all fours so I can give you more of my AIDS babies," he commanded. Once I was in position, I felt his cock sliding deep inside my hole, and he began pounding my ass hard and fast. I distinctly remember enjoying the stimulation his cock was giving my ass, and when he asked "Do you want my AIDS babies?" I replied without thought "Yes, I want your special cum." Upon hearing my reply he fucked my hole with even more energy, hitting my prostate with almost every stroke. Involuntarily I found myself almost chanting "More More More , Give it to me. I want your AIDS babies." "Nothing turns me on more than a white guy who wants my poz cock up his ass," he remarked. I encouraged him adding "I can't wait to give you more of my toxic cum." "Don't worry, I'll make sure you convert," he answered with an air of confidence as he violently unloaded his cum. Yeah, he was doin' his best to ensure I converted.

Party bottom looking now in Irving Texas.

Yes. I want a short fuck and to cum quickly if I am converting. I have the hole prepped and blood oozing out so I want to get my cock in there and quickly cum so my toxic seed has the best chance of being absorbed by the chaser

If a bottom's ass muscles start to milk my daddy cock, it's not too long before I blast my cumload inside him. Some tops last longer. To each his own!

Exactly as above quoted NL. May I also say, although i am a bottom, you have such a sexy hot arse that would look great in anything.....

Me too! Story made me realize a new fetish!

Will follow soon

New to Melbourne and new to kinks as well as slamming. Exploring and want to go wild. Looking for top masters to slam me and send me flying high and dominate humilate me. I won’t ask anything just follow whatever you order. Few of my kinks which I want to explore: Role play, slave master, exhibition, humiliation, outdoor slamming, unknown random fucks on road, blindfold, lashed and treated as bitch, cumdump, pissplay, groups, double fuck, fisting etc etc etc. would love to taken by surprise. Blood marks and extreme pain are limits and rest willing to discover and used.

tricky topic, So if a father bonds with his son over sports it is ok. However if a father bonds with his son over sex it is questionable--if they were tag teaming a woman most would say ok. My deal is if your a bottom and they fuck you what the heck--if they play together alone who cares, I guess I would get over it,

...and a willingness to ACT UPON those desires unselfconsciously. ?

Part 32 - The Virgin Brother Ben was feeling very sorry for himself in the morning, he pulled the duvet back over himself after his kissed Jacob who was off to work. Jacob came out of the bedroom and started walking towards the stairs when he heard Fabian call him from down the corridor, he did an about turn and headed to his bedroom. As he walked in he was surprised to see that Fabian was naked saying good bye to Paul, as Paul left he said to Jacob that he would see him when ever he turned up. Jacob thought that was a strange thing to say but he forgot about when Fabian closed the door and started talking to him. "How are things with you and Ben, still going strong?" as he strolled to sofas by the balcony hinting to Jacob to follow. "Yeah really good, he has an almighty hangover this morning though." "Hmm, not surprised with the amount of bubbly he was putting away last night. Mind you I heard about your little bit of fun." "Oh errr." "Finally nailed your brother then, I know Jake has desired that for ages." "Alcohol and hormones I guess got the better of me." he sat there smirking. Fabian sat beside Jacob who was now sporting a semi hard on, he had no idea why. Fabians closeness caused his cock to become fully erect and he could see that Fabian was also sporting a pretty big erection, he owed a lot to Fabian and Paul come to think of it. Jacob didn't recall how it started but he was kissing Fabian and laying underneath him still fully clothed. He had never played the role of being a bottom, in fact Jacob had never been fucked but was all this about to change and his future about to take another turn. He felt Fabian pulling him up into his arms and carry him over towards the bed, his feet landed on the carpet as Fabian began to undress him. Jacob already undid his trousers and they fell to the floor followed by his underwear. He stood exposed and naked wrapped in Fabian's muscled arms, he moved his mouth towards Fabian until their lips met and he felt the moist warmth of Fabian's tongue enter his mouth, his tongue meeting Fabian's as they locked together in a passionate kiss. Fabian picked Jacob up and placed him on the bed and quickly turned him over on to his stomach, he laid there not sure what he was suppose to do or even if he wanted to be in this position. He let out a slow moan as he felt Fabian's tongue licking the inside of his thighs, his tongue progressed round to his balls then up across his hole, he squirmed and raised his arse up off the bed. Fabian now made his way up along his spine to his neck, Jacob was now clutching at the duvet moaning in to the pillow. Fabian looked at the tattoos adorned across Jacob's arms, finally lowering himself on top of Jacob. He whispered in to Jacob's ear 'I want you to become family Jacob and you know what I want to gift to you.' Jacob starred at the headboard of the bed. He felt Fabian's cock slide in between his arse cheeks and rubbing up and down against his hole announcing it's arrival and intention. Jacob turned his head slightly to the side unsure if this was really happening or if indeed he wanted it to happen, he couldn't speak only murmur as the he felt the a wetness between his cheeks from the continuous rubbing and leaking precum from Fabian's cock. Fabian kissed Jacob on the neck and slowly lifted his hips up all the time manoeuvring his cock towards Jacob's hole. The copious amount of precum leaking from Fabian provided ample natural lube, Jacob tried to raise his head and shoulders off the bed only to be met by the solidness of Fabians pecs almost pinning him down to the bed. Fabian reached round with his arm securing Jacob in place as first their eyes met then their lips, slowly he moved his cock side to side applying light pressure to slowly open Jacob up. Jacob winced and Fabian held tightly as the head of his cock finally slipped in side, immediately he felt Jacob's legs pounding on the bed 'are you okay Jacob' he asked kissing his mouth and neck. He never got an answer as Jacob struggled to cope the shearing pain running through his arse, every time his heart beat it exasperated the pain causing him to groan in agony until the pain started to ease, Jacob grabbed Fabian's free hand with his and squeezed it tightly holding on. His hold was tight around Fabian's cock who was now controlling himself to prevent a premature ejaculation. Fabian applied more pressure as another inch ripped it's way in to Jacob, the pain was to much for Jacob to handle as he cried out in agony, but he never asked him to stop. Fabian reached over to the bedside table and picked up a bottle of poppers, he told Jacob to take a couple of deep inhales each side. Jacob complied as Fabian held the bottle under one nostril the closing the other with his thumb. Immediately Jacob felt his head spinning and feeling that someone was hitting him with a hammer deep inside his head as the chemicals began to course through him. Fabian felt the hole relax and pushed in a few more inches, Jacob moaned but was in less agony now but the legs kept pounding at the bed every now and then. He gave Jacob a couple more sniffs from the bottle and pushed last five inches of his cock deep in to his arse, as he did he hooked Jacob's legs his feet pinning them to the bed. Jacob looked ahead eyes open wide and the pain ripping through his arse moaning and crushing Fabian's hand with his tight grip. He felt his heart beat in his head as the pain began to subside, he felt the invading cock making small gestures of movement inside him as he emitted short gasps each time. He legs were immobilised and he was trapped underneath Fabian in a most erotic way, a sensation he slowly began to enjoy feeling the real dominance of a man. He felt a couple of harder thrusts deep in his arse and knew that Fabian was about to start fucking him. Each thrust in was still causing him to gasp and groan at the pain but it was becoming more tolerable. Fabian kissed his neck as he sensed Jacob was now relaxing, steadily with his hips locked against Jacob's arse he quickened the rocking pace of his thrusts, his cock sexually devouring Jacob. He could feel Jacob's legs tensing against his feet as he sped up, Jacob grunting and moaning tried to push his arse down in to the bed in an effort to ease the discomfort in a futile attempt. Still he held on to Fabian's hand squeezing hard, he let out a big moan as finally he completely relaxed his body, turned his head and kissed Fabian. Jacob started feeling the weight of Fabian's balls gently slapping up against his arse, the coarseness of his pubic hair rubbing against his hole when Fabian ground his cock deep in his arse. From their kiss he sensed a change in Fabian's breathing pattern becoming quicker and more erratic, he let out a moan in Fabian's mouth as he felt a strange feeling as if the cock inside him and grown even more. Fabian moved his hand to hold Jacob's head as he felt the tightening of his balls, he had held back as long as he could and was now at the point of no return for Jacob. He pushed his hips hard up against Jacob's arse, Jacob cried out at the pain of the cock lodged deeper inside him. Fabian held his head so his face was close to his, Jacob felt the cock pulse twice in quick succession as he grabbed the duvet with his one free hand. He cried in to Fabian's face just as Fabian let out deep grunting sounds from his chest, his cock pulsed again and Jacob felt Fabian's seed firing in to his arse in multiple streams, coating and penetrating his worn arse lining in toxic laden seed. Jacob inadvertently pushed his arse up harder against Fabian's cock causing him to thrust down harder and deeper as Jacob winced in the pain. Fabian closed his mouth over Jacob's and drove his tongue in to his mouth in wild abandonment, Jacob's legs straining against Fabian's feet locking them down in place. All of a sudden he felt Jacobs arse muscle clamping down hard and tight around his cock, Jacobs body shuddered underneath him as his cock erupted soaking the duvet underneath him with his own orgasm. Fabian continued pushing in to Jacob feeling the muscle relax and quickly clamp back up again, he started fucking Jacob again much harder this time. Jacob's arse clamped down again and Fabian moaned as he released a second toxic load in to Jacob. He laid on top of him for several minutes as they gently kissed, Fabian told him to relax his arse otherwise he would never be able to pull his cock out. Jacob smiled and replied we wasn't sure how to do that causing Fabian to laugh and kiss him at his naivety. After about 15 minute's Fabian's cock had softened enough to pull away from Jacob's grasp, it was painful for Jacob as he winced with every inch being withdrawn from his arse. Mission completed Fabian rolled on to his back and noticed there was blood on his cock, he went to the bathroom to clean off and when he returned Jacob still laid there on his stomach. "You okay Jacob?" "Sore, very sore." "Sorry about that, it will be okay after a day or so." "Does it mean you have given me what you gave Jake?" "It does, but if you want I have some PREP here to prevent it." Fabian opened a draw and pulled a white pill container out and held it up to Jacob, he took a moment and looked at Fabian before moving closer and kissing him and then said he didn't think that's necessary. Fabian dropped the pill bottle on the bed and wrapped his arms around Jacob kissing him deeply. They were interrupted by Jacob's phone buzzing at a new message, then Fabian's phone buzzed. Fabian saw the message on the screen from Paul asking where Jacob was, he picked up his phone and called Paul. The conversation was short telling Paul that Jacob had a sore arse and wouldn't be in to work today, laughing as he hung up the phone and told Jacob to go and nurse Ben through his hangover. Jacob wiped his brow as he felt hot and uncomfortable sitting at his desk at work a couple of weeks on from his sore arse sick day. Dave walked by and looked at Jacob asking if he felt okay. It took a few moments to realise Dave was speaking to him before he quickly disappeared and got Jake. He arrived and told Dave it looks like he is coming down with flu, he went round to Jacob's side and hoisted him out of chair taking him to Paul's office. Jake called to Tad to open the door, as they stumbled in Paul looked up and immediately picked up his phone calling Spencer. Within 20 minutes Spencer and JP arrived, administering the quick test Spencer nodded at Paul who in turn called Fabian to let him know and they were coming home. Back at the house Spencer carried Jacob up to Fabian's room whilst JP collected the hydration drip feed bags and stand from their house. Ben came bursting in the room and went over to Jacob's side, he stayed and helped nurse him through the next 4 days. Jacob was slower to recover than Jake, Fabian stood at looked at the two of them as Ben's arm was around Jacob's neck cuddled up close and both sleeping, he then looked at Marco. "Remind you of anything Marco?" "Yes, when Jake told me he loved me. Do you think history is repeating itself?" "Jacob has become an extraordinary person, I see the same spark in him I saw in Jake when he was around you." "They are feisty together but always end up having sex, I think that is what draws them to each other." "Ben told me two weeks ago he had fallen completely in love with him, hopefully Jacob will realise this." Jake walked in the room and gave Marco and Fabian a kiss and looked at Ben and his brother sleeping. He chuckled quietly and told the Marco and Fabian that it looked like us several months ago, the both smiled and put their arms around Jake. Andre appeared with coffee and set it on the table by the sofas, Zack appeared a minute later carrying two protein shakes for the boys. Today was the last Friday in October, it was wet, wind and cold. Jacob laid there in Ben's arms he had never felt such love and affection as he did right now, slowly he was perking up and feeling horny, he could hear the others in the room as he realised he was laying in Fabian's bed. He slowly turned to see Ben fast asleep facing him, he kissed him lightly on the lips. He felt Ben's arms hold him tighter and their lips met and engaged in a long kiss, Ben didn't open his eyes and let his left hand wandering down Jacob's body round to his arse until he cupped his butt cheek, all the time they played tonsil tickling. Andre was first to notice the subtle movement of limbs under the duvet and pointed it out to the others who were now looking on like it was a shop window display, watching as Jacob had become a full member of the family. The end.

My head hit the wall and the wind was knocked out of me, He had his hand tight round my throat and I was struggling to breathe. He savagely thrust his tongue deep into my mouth and crushed my balls with his free hand. My head was spinning as he sucked the breath from me. Then he removed his tongue and bit my lip sharply and I felt blood trickle down my chin. He licked it with his tongue and pressed his lips on it to taste more then he stepped back saying 'Be careful what you wish for'. Then he turned and left the toilet. I was left standing by the wall with my cock throbbing and gagging to cum, I was so turned on and shocked. I turned to the urinal and stroked myself hard and shot a powerful load out that almost hurt with its intensity. Minutes before I had watched him head for the toilet in the pub and followed him. I had seen him at the Tuesday bike meet the previous few weeks with his gang of five guys, all about the same age and all very deeply attractive in a rough way, like him. I had heard a rumour that they were a gay biker group and I wanted to know more. Two friends had warned me off, but they couldn't give a good reason why. I wanted to see Tom, the obvious leader, close up and personal. His dark intense eyes and the way he moved and interacted with his lads was consuming me with curiosity and lust. SO I followed him into the toilet and stood at the urinal right beside him. I looked down at his cock and mine, which I had removed thinking I would piss, started to harden immediately. His cock was a good size, but that's not what struck me: his cock shaft was tattooed with a design I couldn't quite make out without really staring Added to that he had an ampallang bar crosswise through the end of his cock-head which was protruding from a big foreskin and I thought I could just make out some metal on the underside of his cock. That's when he turned and struck, pinning me to the wall and setting my pulse racing and my cock on fire. By the time i left the toilet he and his lads had ridden off and I was left feeling empty and longing for him. I had always been completely top, but seeing his cock made me crave attention from it in a way I couldn't even understand. I waited impatiently for the next Tuesday meet. I was there early, like a stupid kid, and was twitchy every time I heard another group of riders approach the pub. I had almost given up and was feeling very frustrated when I heard another group arriving. I tried not to look to obviously at him when he removed his helmet and walked across the car park towards the bar, but our eyes met. I tried not to give anything away in my expression and he half-sneered, half-smiled at me then turned away. My heart was in my mouth and I could feel it beating so hard. He didn't look my way again and it felt like he was ignoring me or teasing me, and he was surrounded by his other guys, who all seemed to be like acolytes; it was clear he was the centre of their universe. I didn't know what to do, but eventually he broke from the group and went into the toilet again, so I quickly put my bottle down and followed. I was scared that he'd ignore me or tell me to leave him alone. I took the urinal beside him again and risked taking out my cock, which was harding. He was pissing and I glanced at his cock again and mine jumped with the stimulation of seeing it again.As he pissed he made a sort of display of his cock for me. He lifted it up and I could finally see he had a ladder of piercings on the underside of his shaft. I gasped involuntarily when I saw it. He turned and surprised me again by pushing me against the wall again. His cock was still free of his pants and it was pushed against mine, and was hardening. He put his face right up to mine and looked straight into my eyes and said 'I thought I warned you to be careful what you wish for'. My mouth was dry and I hardly knew how to speak. 'What does it take to join your group?' was what I managed to get out. He sneered again and said 'I don't know if you're man enough. You have to be prepared to take stuff and give other things up'. I didn't understand, but at that moment I thought anything would be worth doing to be with this guy. He could see the lust in my eyes and he knew he had me hooked. 'There's an initiation', he said, 'and new members have to submit to me and the group'. 'OK', I stuttered, 'but I only top, is that ok?'. He tongued deep into my mouth again, expertly, but roughly, and I groaned with desire. I could feel the roughness of the metal in his cock rubbing against my erection. 'If you want to join, you do exactly what I want, or you never bother me again'. I couldn't think of anything except how his tongue made me feel and the touch of his cock. He had me. 'I'll do anthing' I said. 'Anything can mean a great deal - are you sure?' he replied. 'Yes', I said, 'I want to be in your group more than anything else'. He kissed me once more, this time less roughly, then he carefully put his cock away and turned to go. 'Ok', he said, 'follow us back'. Then he was gone and I was left wondering what I had just let myself in for. I didn't know whether to be scared or excited, but my desire and the thought of his dark eyes and his mouth was driving me wild, and I couldn't even concentrate my mind on his cock, the thought of which was making me feel in ways I had never felt before. I got myself together and walked out into the car park. Tom and his guys were already getting on their bikes and I went over to mine and got helmeted and gloved and fired up the engine just as they were pulling out. I followed for about 8 miles. Tom was leading on his hot Ducati 848. Eventually they pulled off down a tree-lined lane and then turned again into a stableyard of a small farm. They parked up their bikes inside a small barn and I followed and parked up. I was shaking with nerves. They all must have been familiar with what was to happen as, without speaking, they led me to a stall at the end where there was a sling and a lot of other equipment. The five guys stood around me and between them stripped me of my leathers while Tom watched, his face showing no emotion whatsoever. They removed all my clothing and I have never felt so naked as I felt under the gaze of those five guys and Tom. My cock was semi-erect and was twitching as they lifted me into the sling and fitted arm and leg shackles. I was now completely at their mercy and exposed. They removed their leather jackets and Tom said 'Time to change to our initiation hardware'. They went to the chest at the side wall and there was a tidy as you might use for screws on top of it. Each had a drawer with their own name, which they removed and set down. Then they removed their identical black tee-shirts and removed their boots and leather trousers. All had identical leather jocks, which they also removed. Their bodies were similarly toned and hot but the other similarity gave me a gut-punch once it registered in my consciousness. They all had identical tattoos across between their hips, around their navels and down onto their cock shafts. The overall effect was stunning, intricate tribal and celtic ink work that flowed across their lower abdomen and down their shaft. Then my brain saw it for what it was - the ink work was an intricate working that encompassed several biohazard symbols. I flipped. 'You guys all poz?', I spluttered. 'Please tell me you're all on meds. I'm clean and I really really don't wanna be pozzed'. I was pulling at the restraints to no avail. Tom walked over to me, bent down and whispered into my ear 'You said you'd do anything, and I did warn you. There is no way out now and I promise I will look after you'. He kissed me and at that point I wanted to kill him. The guys, including Tom, then spent the next few minutes in complete silence at the side carefully changing the ends of their piercings. Like Tom they all had an ampallang and a ladder of 10 piercings on the undersides of their cocks. I couldn't see clearly, but was later to realise they were exchanging normal round ball ends for sharp pointed bar ends. By this time I was thrashing in the sling, swearing and threatening that when I got out I would kill them all one-by-one if they went ahead and pozzed me. They took no notice and Tom came to the head end of the sling. He was fully erect and he thrust his cock to my mouth saying 'Get it well wet or it goes in dry'. With that he pushed his cock deep into my mouth. I tried to scream as the sharp ends of his piercings cut my mouth, so instinctively I opened my mouth wider to avoid the cutting sensation. When he pulled it out, his cock was covered in my spit and blood. He moved to the other end of the sling and the other five guys stood around me, holding me down. Tom placed his cock at the entrance of my hole and I despaired. He forced his cockhead, which I had admired so much so recently, through my tight entrance. I couldn't exactly feel it but was certain that the sharp ends of the ampallang had already cut into the flesh of my anus. Once his cockhead was inside me he urged me to relax, almost sensually and his gaze held mine. He thrust his cock deep into me and I could feel pain like I had never felt before. I kept his gaze and as he fucked me I felt like I was drowning in his eyes. In spite of the pain I started to see the beauty in his eyes and face and I submitted to the intensity of his cock raiding me. I lost sense of time but I was aware his eyes were changing and the soft look was becoming harder and I realised that he was building towards orgasm. His cock, which filled my tight hole, swelled and then the most fantastic thing happened. As his cock pulsed and showered my insides with his toxic cum, the intense discomfort from the cutting from his piercings was soothed, bathed in his soothing toxic load. Tom's muscles all tensed as he came inside me and I was suddenly overwhelmed with desire for him again. As he pounded his cum into me, his ampallang directly massaging my prostate I lost control and my cock exploded in a huge orgasm that shot over my head and onto the chest of the guy holding my shoulders down. Tom left his cock inside me briefly, then removed it gently. He licked my cum off the guy behind me and off my chest and kissed me tenderly. I melted under the invasion of his tongue and our kissing was lubricated with my cum. He moved his lips up to my ear and whispered 'You're one of us now. You became completely mine once my demon seed was released into you. And now the others are going to initiate you too.'

Muscle Bear Dad is another story I've enjoyed, posted in alt.sex.stories.gay.moderated. It is M/t, but all the action starts on the eighteenth birthday of the narrator. The first post is here. * * * My senior year in high school turned out to be a real turning point in my life. I was cruising along, minding my own business and doing everything I could to prepare for life after high school, that I was completely unprepared for the chain events that brought me to where I am today. My name is Jake, and from all indications, I was living a perfect existence as a typical high school senior. I studied hard and made good grades, always a 3.5-point average or higher, but like many of my peers, I really wasn't all that interested in social studies, and was constantly admonished by my teacher to try harder. I was captain of the football team last fall, and since one of my best talents in that game was my running, I was getting ready for the track team practices about to start. I was good at sports, competitive and recreational, and I have my dad to thank for that. He was always playing sports with me as a kid and throughout my teenage years, encouraging me to play better. He was always showing me the techniques he had learned when he was growing up that helped make him one of the most proficient players on his high school and college teams. Let me tell you a little about my dad. His name is Ben, and while I may be somewhat prejudiced, he's probably one of the most handsome men in the city. Many people have commented that he looks a lot like Lee Majors when he was in his prime. Dad is 6 foot, 2 inches tall and weighs 245 pound of well-muscled beef. Dad has owned a slowly growing chain of fitness spas, named Muscle Buddies, for the last 15 years, ever since training professionally as a body builder. He won a few minor titles shortly after I was born but when mom deserted us, he took his winnings and opened the first Muscle Buddies so he could be there for me. Mom and dad met on the competition circuit. Mom was a stewardess, an air mattress as dad describes her, and a groupie to the body builder crowd. They had dated a few times, and when she got pregnant with me, he did the honorable thing and married her. After three years of playing housewife while dad competed in competitions, she got bored with the routine and left us to go back to flying full time. She didn't have any problem when he petitioned the court for full custody, and except for a birthday card or Christmas present once in a while, I haven't heard from her since. My father has thick, black hair that he keeps cut short so he doesn't have to do much to make it look good. His eyes are that hazel color, which look gold in the sunlight, topped by long, black lashes that many woman spend tons of money on mascara to duplicate. His beard is so heavy he has to shave two or three times a day or he has a five o'clock shadow by noon. The muscles he works so hard to maintain are covered with tons of glossy black hair, so much that it's hard to see skin between the straight, coarse strands. A few of my friends have commented that he looks like a gorilla, but to me it just makes him look more masculine than other men. He showed me some of his old competition photos and I couldn't believe that the smooth, shiny body in the pictures was he. He told me it used to take hours of shaving and gallons of Nair to keep it that way, and certainly doesn't miss all the torture he used to have to go through to get that competitive look. Dad keeps the hair on his body trimmed so it doesn't look too unmanaged and many times asks me to help with the spots he has trouble reaching. That's how I know what his dick and balls look like. I'll be studying or watching TV and he'll call out from the bathroom asking for a little help. When I get there, he's standing naked in the tub with the clippers in his hand and that frustrated look he gets when faced with a problem he can't solve easily. He hands me the clippers and points to the places on his wide back that he can't reach, so I help him out to make sure everything is even. At those times, I get to run my hands over the hair on his back, and down to his 34" waist, under the excuse of making sure there weren't any hairs matted down that the clippers might miss. My dad has big hands, thick wrists, and bulging forearms, all covered with thick hair. He's so hairy he even has tufts of hair on the middle knuckles of each finger and toe. The hair on his arms goes about halfway up his 20" biceps, but thins out enough so you can see that thick vein on the top of each one. His thick, muscled legs and round, hard butt are a single, smooth carpet of hair, so thick that they always look tanned. His abs and pecs are covered as well, but instead of stopping at the top of his chest like most guys, it continues on over his shoulders to meet the hair growing up his back. You can see his nipples, which cap the thick, chiseled 50" pecs, protruding from the hair on his chest, each one topped by an eraser sized nub of flesh. If he didn't shave his neck and face, there would be no part of his body, except around his eyes and his forehead, that weren't covered in soft, thick fur. He even clips his pubic hair to the same length as the rest of his body; he said it was just easier to run the clippers over the whole body than to worry about sculpting different areas. His soft dick was long enough to almost reach the bottom of his ball sac and about the diameter of a silver dollar. The smooth, circumcised head of his dick is a rosy, purple, bigger and darker than the thick shaft. His balls look big enough to cover the entire palm of my hand if I were to reach over sometime and cradle them. Hell, I don't think I would be able to close my hand more than halfway around his balls without hurting him. I've never seen my dad with a hard-on, but once when I finished helping trim his back hair; it was sticking straight out from his body and had grown noticeably. I got embarrassed and hightailed it out of the bathroom, but I really wanted to see what it looked like fully hard. I got a ride home from school on the afternoon of my eighteenth birthday from my best friend Jeremy's mom. Dad doesn't usually get home until after five during the week but today he'd taken a day off to clean out the garage and do some puttering around the yard. I went through the front door calling out for him but he wasn't inside so I went out the French doors to the backyard and saw him trimming the hedges by the back fence. He was only wearing some grungy old gym shorts and the sweat from his exertion was streaming down his face and matting the hair on his chest and back. The waistband of the shorts was soaked and the shorts clung to the round globes of his ass. He only goes shirtless if he's working in the backyard where no one can see him, otherwise he'll wear a tee shirt to keep from spooking the neighbors with his excess hairiness. I called out and waved and when he heard me, he waved back. He stopped the electric clippers so I could hear him and said, "I'm almost done. Let me just finish these and then I'll be in to discuss dinner plans to celebrate your birthday." I went back to the kitchen and got a soda from the fridge and a glass with ice. After pouring the soft drink and waiting for the fizz to stop, I grabbed my backpack and went up to my room to do my homework while I waited for dad. A half hour later, dad stopped by the door to my room, sweat still running down his handsome face. "I'll take a quick shower and be with you in a little bit," he said smiling broadly. Presently, I heard the water running in his shower and knew it wouldn't be too long before he was dressed and ready to go. I opened my math book and looked over the problems due for tomorrow's assignment. I was on the second math problem when I heard him call my name and ask me come into his bedroom. I thought maybe it was trimming time at the zoo again, so I hopped up and walked across the hall to his room. Dad was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, tan chinos, and a pair of Topsiders. He looked great as usual. He asked me to sit on the bed and then came over to sit next to me, carrying a plastic bag. The bag was one of those magazine bags they give you at the newsstand, and I immediately knew what was in it. A lump grew in my throat and I had a hard time swallowing. "I found these while cleaning out the garage today and I thought we should talk about it," he said quietly. There was no anger or embarrassment in his voice, he just stated it matter-of-factly. He dumped the magazines from the bag onto the bed between us and I knew I'd been caught. He'd found my secret stash of porno magazines, made up of Honcho, Advocate Men, and a gay porno color glossy that Jeremy's brother bought for him once. This was a moment I'd been dreading ever since I hid the first one in the garage, but I didn't think it would arrive so soon. I'd only been collecting them since last fall after Jeremy and I started messing around. "I figure there's something you that been on your mind for a while and this is as good a time as any to talk about it. I'm not mad; in fact, I had a good chuckle when I remembered back to my porno stash when I was your age. They were a little less gender specific, but I'm sure I was looking at the guys more than the girls." I must have looked startled when the meaning of his words hit me. "You, you mean," I stuttered, "you mean you liked looking a naked guys, too? You're gay?" I asked. "Yep, figured it out when I was competing in body building," he answered. "There's lots of great looking men with beautiful bodies all around and I found myself wanting to do more than just admire them from a distance. I've kept it from you so my lifestyle wouldn't influence your development. I needed for you to figure out for yourself what you wanted and I didn't think it would be a good idea for you to see me carrying on with other men while you were growing up. Life for a kid is confusing enough." "Remember the weekend trips I started taking every few months when you turned sixteen?" he asked. I nodded and he continued, "Well, I was going to larger cities to visit some friends I've made over the years, some of them fuck buddies, and others, really good friends to go out on the town with, and maybe find some stud to have sex with. So, in case you were thinking I'd be angry or hate you, it's not like that at all. In fact, I'm really proud of you for coming to terms with this difficult decision and not let it screw your head up. You're a great son, Jake, and I'm equally proud to be your father." His confession moved me so much that tears began to fill up my eyes and I started to sob a little bit. Dad stood up and spread his big arms, letting me know that I could hug him, and I moved against his hard body. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight to his chest, my head cradled in the crook of his neck. He let me sob against him for a few minutes, and then used his big hands to pull my head back and look into my face. He used both thumbs at the same time to wipe the tears from under my eyes and looked at me with this incredible, loving smile. All my love for this man came welling up from deep inside me, and I moved my face closer so I could press my lips to his. Dad gave me one of the fatherly pecks and tried to move away, but I pressed my lips against his again and tried to open his mouth with my tongue. He tensed, stepped back, looking at me with a little surprise on his face and said quietly, "Jake, I don't think we should be doing this." "Dad, I want this more than anything," I whispered. "I want you to show me how much you love me, how much two men can share together." He stood for a few moments, looking at my face, seeing the budding lust there and feeling the shivers of anticipation coursing through my body. "And I do love you, son," he whispered and began to kiss me in earnest. We stood by the side of the bed, probing each other's mouths with our tongues. He hadn't shaved since this morning and the almost full day's growth was rough and exciting against the skin of lips. Our tongues were licking each other fiercely when he turned my head to the side and stuck the full length of his tongue into my mouth. I felt that sucker fill my mouth and almost reach the back of my throat. I sucked on his tongue, trying to bring it deeper into my mouth and slowly pulled my lips back along its length. As soon as the tip of his tongue escaped my lips, I looked up at his face and saw his eyes were glazed, a mere hint of a smile gracing his mouth. We stayed looking in each other's eyes while I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His gaze shifted to watch my hands and I soon had the shirt open, exposing his broad, hairy chest. I slid my hands up from his waist along the coarse hair covering his stomach and chest, slowing sliding the shirt from his shoulders and down his arms. He took his hands off my back and dropped them to his side, long enough for me to slip his shirt to the floor. The silk shirt whispered through the air and lay in a heap on the floor at his feet. I returned my hands to his broad back, feeling the amazingly soft fur beneath my palms and flowing between my fingers. Our mouths met again in hot fury and our tongues again took turns filling the others mouth with hot flesh and delicious spit. His mouth left mine and began to attack my neck just below my earlobe. His thick tongue began swirling and stabbing at my neck, his mouth sucking, and his beard sending little tickles through my skin. I lolled my head to one side, opening up my neck to his attentions, showing him how much I wanted these incredible feelings to continue. He worked along the underside of my jaw, towards my throat, licking and sucking and rubbing with his mouth, at first slowly and then with increasing passion. He stopped and I looked at him to see why, but his gaze was somewhere below my face. Dad moved one hand from the back of my neck and rubbed it along the hard tube of flesh beneath the material of my jeans. His other hand joined the first one and he pulled open the buttons of my 501's, spreading the flaps to rub my cock through my underwear. He pulled at the bottom of my tee shirt and slid it up my torso. When my shirt reached my armpits, I lifted my arms into the air and let him pull the tee shirt over my head and throw it to the floor. His hands cupped my ass and he pulled me to his chest. I could feel every one of the hairs on his chest send little sparks into my skin and I started working on his neck as he had on mine. He opened his neck to my hungry mouth, and low, sexy moans issued from his throat. I continued to caress his back and arms with my hands, luxuriating in the feel of all that fur beneath my fingers. I was almost finished licking the expanse of his neck when he pulled back a little, bent over, and started licking one of my nipples. His tongue swirled around the flesh of my nipple while his mouth sucked on it gently. His teeth made little nips on the growing nub that sent shocks straight to my dick. Each time his teeth tweaked my flesh I could feel my dick pulse and gooey precum oozed into my shorts. He switched nipples and lavished the same affection on it, again sending thrills through my body. His mouth left my chest and he dropped to his knees in front of me. Dad bent over and undid the laces on my sneakers and removed them. He grabbed the waistband of my jeans and shorts, and slid them down my legs, freeing my oozing cock, which swung up from my crotch, pulling a thin thread of precum from the head to my waist. I lifted my legs so he could remove my pants and he tossed them into the pile with my other clothes. One of his hands grabbed my cock, the heat of his palm searing my skin. He licked the precum off my body and with a brief glance at my face, began licking around the head of me cock, making sure to get every drop of juice from the dripping head. He laid my dick on his tongue, and with a gentle pull of his hand, squeezed more clear fluid from my tube and licked it back like a delicacy. He followed by engulfing my cock with his mouth and started sucking up and down the hard shaft. The workings of his mouth and tongue were driving me crazy and I soon pulled his head off my cock and pulled him to his feet. We stood slightly apart and I reached for the button holding his chinos closed. He stood silently, watching me pull down the zipper and begin to slide his pants and shorts down his strong, hairy thighs. His dick was pointing down one of the legs of his pants and when I first saw the wide base of it sticking out of his bush, I was stunned by the thickness of it. I started to kneel as I was removing his pants, and I was more than half way down his thighs before his cock sprang free and slapped him in the stomach. He helped me by kicking off his Topsiders and lifting his legs so I could get the pants all the way off. Tossing his pants aside, I settled to my knees and looked at the monster I had freed with a stunned look on my face. My dad's dick was huge and an involuntary shiver of fear slid through me. I wrapped one hand around the base, pulling it down towards the floor, but I wasn't able to touch my fingers on the other side. I wrapped my other hand around the still uncovered portion of his shaft and the dark, purple head remained in view, looking like a plum and shiny from the precum he was leaking. I kept one hand holding the base of it and ran my tongue over the shiny surface of the head, tasting his precum. I stretched my lips over it and sucked slowly down the shaft. I knew I wasn't going to be able to get his dick into my throat like I could with Jeremy's but I was going to give it a good try. I could take about half his cock in my mouth and tried a couple of times to get more but each time my gag reflex triggered and I had to pull back. I worked on the portion I could handle and swirled my tongue around the head, hoping I was giving him as much pleasure as he had given me. Dad pulled me off his dick and helped me to my feet, looking into my eyes the whole time. "I'm pretty big," he said and flashed me a sexy smile and a wink, "but maybe with a little practice, you can swallow the whole thing. I'd be more than happy to help you work on that any time you like." He let go of me and turned towards the bed, his big cock bouncing and swinging as he did. He grabbed the bedspread and blanket underneath and pulled them down to foot of the bed, laying bare the sheets and pillows. Dad clasped my hand and pulled me over to the bed, laying me down on my back, head on the pillow, and crawled over on top of me. He lay down on top of me, covering my body head to toe with his hairy frame, the warmth and weight of his body like a heavy blanket. Dad spread my legs with his knees and settled between them, returning his lips to mine in hungry passion. I was running my hands from his shoulders to his butt, feeling the unbroken expanse of hair and the clenching of his butt muscles as he ground his crotch into mine. The movement of his body was jacking our dicks, the hair on his stomach getting slick with both of our juices. He spread my legs a little further apart and moved his mouth to my right nipple. He gripped the nub between his teeth and slowly applied more pressure. The pain was delicious and when it grew to such intensity that my back began to arch, he released the nub and continued to lick the swollen flesh. He moved to the other nipple and did the same thing, this time causing my knees to bend and my legs began to rise on their own. He slid further down my body and took my aching cock back into his mouth. He sucked the length of it into the back of his throat and squeezed those muscles around the head. I put my hands behind my head and watched the handsome face of my dad licking and sucking the flesh of my cock and thoughts of disbelief flooded my mind. I couldn't believe this was happening and how incredible he was making me feel. After what seemed like a long time, but was really only a few minutes, he lifted his head from my cock, opened his eyes and looked at me. "If you'll let me, I want to fuck you," he said quietly, "I need to fuck you," his face looked pleadingly at mine. After a few moments of silence, he said again, "I need you, son. I need to fuck you. Can I," he paused, "Please?" I stroked the hair on his head with both hands and ran my fingers along his stubbly face, finally placing my thumb in his mouth, which sucked at it greedily. "I've never been fucked, dad. But I need to feel you, feel your dick deep inside me." He got up on his knees and placed his hands under my legs, pushing them back towards my head. "Put your arms around your legs and hold them back for me," he said. I did as he asked and he slipped his hands under my ass, lifting it up to his face and using his thumbs to spread my cheeks. I watched as his tongue thrust between his lips and moved into the channel of my ass. The stubble of his beard was tickling the tender skin along my crack but when his tongue touched my asshole, I forgot completely about that feeling. Electric shock ran through my body as he washed my hole and the surrounding area with his big, wet tongue. I could feel him building up more saliva and when he thought he had enough, he spread it around my quivering hole. Jeremy and I had never done anything like this and my head was swimming. Soon, he stiffened up his tongue and began to probe the opening like a stubby finger. The heat of his mouth and slickness of his spit relaxed my hole and his tongue was starting to slip through. He switched his hands so his fingers were between my ass cheeks and he spread them wider so he could get his mouth closer. His lips closed over my hole and his stiff tongue was plunging in and out of my hole like an anteater looking for food. My upper torso was thrashing around on the bed and, taking this as a sign of my ecstasy; he worked his tongue harder into my hole, wringing gasps of delight from my throat. He lowered my ass down to the bed and leaned over to the nightstand closest to the wall. He opened the drawer and pulled out a small, brown bottle with no label and a black top, which he set on the nightstand. Next came a tall bottle with a rounded top and he laid it on the bed next to his leg, followed by a white hand towel. Closing the drawer and sitting back on his legs, he pulled up the top of the tall bottle. He poured a large dollop of the clear liquid onto the underside of the fingers of his right hand. He dropped the bottle on the bed and, lifting my ass slightly, ran the fingers of his right hand along the crack of my ass. The cold liquid caused me to shiver and he said, "Don't worry, it'll get warm quickly. I promise." He massaged the slippery liquid around the outside of my hole and placed his index finger in the center. "I need to loosen you up so I can fuck you without doing any damage," he informed me and slowly inserted his fat finger into my hole. There was a slight discomfort as he breached my opening but it was gone in an instant. His finger continued to slide into my chute and when it was in to the knuckles of his hand, he began to slide it more quickly in and out. I could feel the ring of my ass gripping his finger as he moved it in and out. He was using a twisting motion at the same time, widening the circle and opening up my anal ring. He stopped for a second and placed another finger against my hole and slid them into my body. He continued this attention until he had all four fingers in my ass and the twisting rhythm of his hand, coupled with the in and out movement, was stretching my hole wider than I had ever thought possible. Satisfied that he had stretched my hole enough to fit his monster cock, he removed his fingers and left me wishing he hadn't stopped. He poured some more lubricant on his fingers and applied it to my ass, reaching inside and spreading it around the lips of my ass. He poured another glob onto his hand and spread it over the length of his dick, smearing it around the base to coat the hairs clinging around it. He poured one last glob into his hand and rubbed it onto the massive head of his cock, making sure to leave a thick layer covering its surface. Inching towards me on his knees, he leveraged my butt on his thighs and placed the head of his cock at my asshole. He inched a little closer; making sure the head of his cock was securely lodged on the outside of my hole. He used the towel to wipe off his hands and reached over to the nightstand and picked up the brown bottle. He twisted off the cap and laid it on the nightstand, covering the top of the bottle with his thumb. "These are poppers," he told me, "and they'll help loosen you up more. I want you to inhale some of this and when you start to rush, I'll slide the head of my dick inside you. Once I've done that, we'll wait until you get used to the stretch and then you'll do another hit so I can feed you the rest of my cock." He placed the mouth of the bottle under one nostril and closed off the other with his thumb. "Take a slow, deep breath, breathe it out and change nostrils. Hold the last breath for as long as you can," he instructed. I slowly pulled the cool, metallic, fumes from the bottle into my lungs, filling them completely and then slowly breathing out. Dad switched nostrils and I took another deep breath. As I was holding this one, my heart started to beat faster and incredible warmth filled my body, radiating from the core of my body to the outer edges. I could feel every nerve in my body and was aware of the feeling that my asshole was expanding. I closed my eyes with the feeling and as I was swimming in the sensation, I felt a pressure on my asshole, followed by a quick flash of pain. I gasped at the pain and the pressure on my hole stopped but I could still feel that it was stretched more than ever before. As the rush subsided, I opened my eyes and looked at Dad. He was looking at me with concern on this face and I said, "I'm all right. It feels like a log is stuck up my ass, but it doesn't hurt anymore. That stuff you had me inhale is amazing." "Do you want to keep going," he asked. "We can stop if you want to." "Oh no," I answered. "This is exactly what I want." "I can tell," he told me. "Your asshole is squeezing my cock like it doesn't want to let go. But I have to warn you that this might make me your daddy instead of just your dad." I didn't understand the meaning of what he had said, but I squeezed my asshole around his cock to tell him I wanted more. He put the bottle under my nose again and I inhaled more deeply than the last time. As I was exhaling the rush was already starting and filled my lungs again. Dad took a long draw on the bottle with one nostril and screwed the top back on, dropping it to the bed. As I was peaking on the drug, I felt the pressure again, this time a long, slow slide of his huge cock into my ass. When I came out of the rush, Dad's legs and balls were resting against my ass and I felt this amazing fullness down there. While pressed against me, he started a circular motion with his dick, widening my hole and churning the big tube around my guts. He lifted my legs and laid them on his hairy shoulders, holding them under the knees. I felt him pulling his dick slowly from my ass, out to the head and then slowly back in. He continued like this, slowly fucking me in and out, eyes closed, savoring the feelings my ass was giving his cock. When he opened his eyes after a few minutes of this slow fuck, he saw me smiling back at him, giving him the unspoken approval to fuck me as he wanted to. On his dick's next retreat from my ass, the head slide out while my asshole stayed open to it. Before it could close, he sank the entire length back into me, rubbing against something deep inside that sent flashes of pleasure through my body. "This is called long-dicking, and it's one of my favorite things," he told me. "I hope you like it, too." I didn't have to say a word, as the look of ecstasy must have told him everything he needed to know. Each time his cock left my asshole, I was left hoping like hell he was going to slide it back in, and each time he did I got lost in the incredible sensations his big dick was creating. Dad continued to long-dick me for a while and then sank the full length of his rod into my ass and held it there. He lifted me up a little more and pushed my legs further down so my ass was sticking up in the air. When he started to fuck me again, he increased the speed of his stroke. Each time he plunged into me, his balls would slap my ass and some part of his cock would hit that button deep inside. He worked up to a constant rhythm, pounding my ass a little harder every few minutes. His strokes were driving me crazy with lust and I could feel the cum in my balls start the upward climb towards release. He must have sensed I was close because he stopped, grinding his crotch against my asshole as if he were trying to get more of his body inside my hot channel. He picked up the poppers, took the top off and offered it to me. I took the bottle from him and took a deep hit through each nostril, handing it back to him. This time he took a long, slow breath with each nostril and put the top back on. He lifted my legs again and started fucking me, slowly at first, then speeding up as his rush took him over. He was pounding my hole, stabbing into me from different angles, and pushing me closer to the edge. Sweat was pouring from his face, and a look of animal lust changed him into the sexiest man I had ever seen. My nuts were boiling and even though I wasn't jacking my dick, I knew I was about to cum. The big dick fucking me was pushing the cum from my balls and the earthquake of my orgasm started. "Daddy, I'm cumming," I screamed, unable to hold it any longer. My first shot of cum flew over my shoulder and hit somewhere behind me. The next few spurts coated the hair on dad's chest and dripped onto mine. My asshole was squeezing the big dick filling my guts and the added pressure must have been the trigger for dad. He threw his head back, cried out, and slammed his cock one last time into my pulsing ass. I could feel his dick expand and the huge spurts of his cum were hitting the walls of my chute like soft bullets. Spasms shuddered through his body and as his shooting cock subsided, he started a slow fuck again. He was using my tightening ass to milk the remaining cum from his cock and even though I could feel it softening, that cock was still sending waves of pleasure throughout me. As his heavy breathing subsided, he pulled his cock out of my hungry ass. I suddenly felt very empty and my eyes filled with tears briefly. He lowered my legs, letting them lie flat on the bed, and covered my body with his again, lips touching mine and tongues swirling gently together. I caressed his back and butt, blowing cool air onto his forehead between kisses and moaning softly in his ear. My cum was smeared all over both of our chests and the smell filled my nose like a funky perfume. Soon, dad rolled onto his side next to me and used his free hand to position me with my back against his chest, and his arms hugging me close. He kissed the back of my neck until his breath slowed to a soft, easy rhythm and I let myself fall asleep, cradled in his big, hairy arms.

Last load wasn't someone's breeding my ass but it was a rather hot encounter. The weather has been so hot in CA and I couldn't sleep so I walked to the beach, sat on a bench near the pier around midnight. There were some peeps walking around, mostly couples and then there's a mid-40s dad-looking guy with a young female looked like she could be the daughter. They didnt hold hands and she walked down the stairs and into a restroom. The guy followed and waited outside. He was looking around and then the door opened, he sneaked in. About 30 minutes later, the door opened and the female left, guy followed not long after. I could see his face this time as he came up the stairs, pretty good looking latino, built but with a small beer belly, shorts and sandals. Somehow, I got a hard on, wishing im in that restroom with him. After he walked far away, i walked down to their stall, hoping the space might fill with him cum scent or he might spray onto the floor or on the wall. As a pig, i entered with excitement. There, he left a condom on the floor next to the toilet bowl, well, i wasnt sure it was his till i touched it. warm. i lift it, its a magnum size condom filled with quite some creamy cum. i washed the exterior of the condom, wasting no time, i sat on the toilet bowl and smell it. OMG, the smell of the rubber and its fresh cum, thinking about his face, i dipped my tongue right into his cum. Taste heavenly great, and i scooped some with the tip of my tongue to taste and i swallowed with my saliva. Then, i emptied the condom into my mouth, stroking myself thinking of him breeding my ass. once i swallowed all of his creamy cum down my throat, I cum all over my clothes and went home. I will probably cruising the public restroom more often, see if i will collect more straight men's used condom.

I used to suck off a married guy who worked close to my place. His wife hated to suck dick. He was an older white guy, had a 8.5 cut dick with a plunger head. He would stop by 3x a week (Mon/Wed/Fri) after work for me to suck him off. I'd lay back on the bed and he'd hop over me and fuck my face like a madman. He always shot huge creamy loads that I gladly gulped down. That went on for three years. I've probably taken 500 or so loads just from him.

The fourth post is here. * * * Dad and I walked slowly, arms around each other, through the corridors of the baths, glancing in rooms as we went past open doors. I was on the right, checking out the guys on my side of the hall while Dad took in the sights on the left. We had just rounded a corner when I saw something that made me stop and shake my head in disbelief before I looked again. I looked back into the room we had just come to and saw the biggest dick I had ever seen. The man was sitting up against the wall at the head of the mattress and was slowly stroking a piece of meat that was bigger than Dad's. "Dad," I whispered, "look at the size of this guy's cock." Dad turned back and peaked around the doorway at the man showing off for all passersby. "I'd recognize that dick anywhere," he said to me and stepped into the room, pulling me along with him. "Isaac," Dad said to the man stroking his cock, "I thought you were cooking dinner for Tom tonight." At the mention of the man's name, I realized who this was and tore my eyes away from his crotch, looking him over from head to toe. "Tom was so tired from working two shifts in the ER today, that all he wanted to do after dinner was hit the sack. Since I knew he wasn't going to be in the mood for a little action tonight, I told him I was going to come down here for a while and see what the men were doing. It's been fairly quiet, but it seems to be picking up now that you and your boy are here." Isaac hadn't stopped stroking his huge dick while we were standing there, and was smiling at me because I couldn't take my eyes off his meat. I finally broke my stare to take in the rest of him and what I saw was causing my dick to stiffen. Without his uniform on, Isaac was even more impressive. His chest was so big and well built, the pecs cast shadows on his abs. His massive chest and back tapered to a six-pack of abdominal muscles and a small waist, before widening into his ass and thighs. He was covered from head to toe with lots of short, curly black hairs, highlighted by the light cocoa color of his skin. His huge dick, and large, low hanging balls, were much darker than the rest of him, and a sheath of foreskin alternately exposed and covered a big rosy colored head as he continued to stroke the fucker while talking to us. I was getting turned on by the thought of all that fur rubbing against my skin, and by the desire to feel that dick filling my ass. "Ben," said Isaac, "I thought you were showing your boy the lay of the land. He's looking a little hungry, if you ask me." "I have been," replied Dad, "we had a little action with a hot bear earlier, and now I'm looking for a good fuck for him. But you have to admit; there are not too many guys out there with your sort of equipment. Is it any wonder he can't keep his eyes off it." "Well," added Isaac, "if he can take a good fuck like his old man, I'll be happy to help out." Dad turned to me and asked, "Boy, would you like that? Isaac's really a big, old teddy bear, but he'll give you a mean fuck, if that's what you want." "Yeah, Dad," I answered, "I think I'll be fine without you for a while." Dad patted me on the back and said, "That's my boy. I'll meet you back in our room later. Take your time and enjoy this stud. He doesn't get out much and you'll find out why his other half likes to keep it that way." Dad walked out of the room, closing the door behind him, leaving me alone with this hot man. The hot stud staring at me didn't waste any time with pleasantries. "Lose the towel, and get up here, boy," he commanded. His tone and his deep voice left no doubt in my mind that I had better do as he said. I dropped my towel on the floor and crawled up on the mattress, putting one leg on either side of him and sitting with his huge cock sandwiched between us. His curly body hair was causing a million little pinpricks through my skin and stiffening my dick as I rubbed against him. Isaac put his hand on the back of my head and pulled my face to his, locking his full lips on mine and forcing his thick tongue into my mouth. I sucked his tongue deep into my mouth and swirled mine around it. As we were tonguing each other's mouths hungrily, I felt his other hand slide between my ass cheeks and start to rub my hole with his fingers. Isaac's mouth was getting rougher, his teeth nipping my lips and tongue, before starting to chew and lick on my throat. His tongue was pressing hard into the flesh of my neck, sending shocks through my body, the probing fingers at my ass searching for entry into my hot chute. When he finished chewing on my neck and saw me leaning my head back in lust, he pushed me back a little and attacked my tits. There was nothing gentle about the way he was working my nipples and the little bites were making my asshole twitch in anticipation. Isaac worked one finger into my hole and started sawing in and out while working my tits, making my ass clench the invading digit. Isaac stopped chewing on my nipples and pulled his finger from my ass. "Get on your hands and knees with your ass towards me," he growled. "I'm going to get that boy pussy wet and open for a good fuck." As soon as I changed positions, he grabbed my ass cheeks with his big hands and spread them as far as they would go. When his thick tongue touched my hole, I started quivering from the sensations. Isaac licked all around my hole and stabbed his tongue into it. I could feel him working up lots of spit and applying it liberally to my hole. He moved his fingers closer to my opening and started pulling it open sideways. As it opened for him, he started chewing around the edges and pushing his tongue further inside, followed by a finger from each hand. Isaac was stretching my hole with his fingers in all directions, needing to get it loosened up to take his massive cock. More fingers joined the ones already stretching my hole and I felt it being pulled open wider and wider, his tongue reaching inside as far as it would go and applying more spit to the walls of my ass. Isaac stopped working my ass long enough to get a bottle of lube from the table and pour some on my ass and his right hand. He made a pointed fist of his hand and started twisting it slowly into my hole, punching a little deeper with each twist. I was getting hotter by the moment, pushing back against the invading hand, trying to get as much of this hot man inside me as possible. He continued working his hand into my ass, going as deep as his knuckles, spreading his fingers and really opening my hole. When he stopped, I looked back to see why and saw him pouring lube on his big prick. Isaac pulled a condom package from the table, opened it with his teeth and rolled it down his long cock. The condom only covered about three-fourths of the length of that monster and I felt a stab of fear deep in my guts. That big fucker was never going to fit, I thought and asked, "Do you have any poppers?" "You're going to need something much stronger to take this baby," he said, "Now stand up and squat down on this bad boy." As I shifted position to do what I was told, he picked up a spray bottle and handkerchief. I centered my ass on the big head of his cock and sat down a little to get it lodged in my hole. I could feel the head sliding slowly into my ass but stopped when the pain started. "Just wait until you feel the rush from the ethyl chloride, then push down as much as you can stand. We've got lots of time to get this right." Isaac sprayed a big circle of liquid onto the handkerchief and handed it to me. "Put this in your mouth and inhale slowly until your lungs are full and you don't feel the cold anymore," he explained. I took the rag, let out all my air, put it into my mouth and started to inhale through the cloth. A cold, metallic taste filled my throat and lungs, and when I couldn't breath any more in, I handed the rag back to him. I felt the rush start like poppers, but suddenly my ears were ringing and it felt like my whole body was vibrating in time to the ringing. The heat spread from my chest outwards to my toes and I felt my asshole opening to allow more of the big head to enter my chute. My ass lips were suddenly hungry for this man's cock and I pushed down, ignoring the pain, feeling inch after inch of the big fucker filling me like never before. I pushed down until it felt like the head of his dick hit a wall way up inside me. I looked down and there were still a few inches of hot dick left underneath me but I didn't think like I was going to be able to take it all. Isaac sprayed the cloth again and handed it to me, so I breathed deep, feeling the rush start before I'd finished inhaling. I lifted myself up, my ass lips hugging the fat dick inside me, and then pushed back down, determined to get all of this man's meat inside. As I sat back down and got to the point where I had stopped before, I felt something shift deep inside and I slid on down to rest on his pubes. As I was coming out of the rush, I looked at Isaac and saw him beaming at me in admiration. He placed his big hands under my ass and started to lift me up as if I weighed nothing. Using my legs to help, I slid up to the top of his big, long cock and then slid back down, grinding my ass into his pubic hair. I was so full of cock, it was pressing on every nerve in my body and driving me crazy. I raised and lowered myself on that big fucker, hitting my prostate on each down stroke and punching deep into my chute. When he thought I was used to his size, he leaned me back onto the mattress, lifting my legs onto his shoulders. He pulled his legs underneath himself and knelt behind me, pinning me with his dick. Isaac started fucking me in long, slow strokes, sliding his big dick all the way in and out until just the head was left inside, clutched tightly by my stretched hole. He fucked me slowly like this for a few minutes, watching my face for signs of discomfort, and when he saw none, he began to slip it into me a little faster. His fuck speed was increasing with every minute and I was thrashing on the mattress, going crazy from the action. As he plunged into me, he was moving his dick up and down, side to side, working my hole and stirring my guts. I was getting the fuck of my life and felt myself pushing up to meet his strokes, clenching my hole to drag more pleasure out of him. He slammed into me and stopped, flexing his rod while moving my legs and laying me on my side. He leaned over me and spread one ass cheek upward so he could push more of his dick inside. He continued his slow, hard strokes, pulling completely out of me and then plunging back in to the hilt. When his dick pulled out of my hole, I could feel it staying open, as if begging to be filled again by that thick fucker. My ass was loving this punishment and Isaac was grunting with pleasure each time he sank that big cock all the way in. We were both starting to sweat from the effort we put into this fuck, and the hairs on his chest and stomach were glistening with it. When he stopped again, he pulled his dick out of me and rolled me onto my stomach. He grabbed the ethyl and rag from the table, sprayed a big circle on the rag and inhaled it. His sprayed another circle on the rag and handed it to me. While I has filling my lungs once again, Isaac was using his fingers to stretch my hole and lodge his cock head just inside it. As the rush hit me, I felt the cock head slip past the entrance of my hole, then he smacked one of his big hands on my ass, stinging my flesh and causing my head to jerk back. He slammed his cock into me and started his hard, strong strokes again, slapping my ass occasionally to punctuate his fucking, his big heavy balls slapping mine. He started talking dirty to me, groaning into his sentences, "This boy pussy was made for fucking. You need big, daddy cock inside you, don't you, boy?" I was watching him over my shoulder as he fucked me, not believing that this much cock was driving in and out of me. I lifted my ass to meet his strokes and clenched my hole as he was pulling out, trying to keep that big fucker buried deep inside me. Isaac was completely taken over by his own rush from the ethyl and was pounding my ass as hard as he could, my own rush focusing all my attention on the sensations that big dick was giving me. There was nothing else in the universe but that dick and my ass, the sounds of our fucking and the feelings coursing through me obliterating everything else but those moments. I knew he was getting close to cumming because he was grunting faster and faster as he fucked me. His balls were pulled up inside his big sac, slapping my ass with each hard stroke. His dirty talk was fueling my fire and this pussy boy was trying to get as much of his fuck daddy inside as possible. I reached back with both hands and spread my ass cheeks as wide as I could, feeling the wide base of his cock stretch my hole even more. He was slamming into me, faster and faster, his breath matching his strokes, his fingers playing around my hole, trying to stretch it further. When he started cumming, he roared with the feeling, shoving his dick hard into my quivering asshole. I started clenching my ass even harder while he was filling the rubber with his spunk, his loud grunts of ecstasy blocking out the music from above us. I was sure guys downstairs could hear this stud's orgasm. After several seconds, Isaac stopped his hard fucking and slowed the strokes to milk the last of his cum from his cock, while I continued to clench my hole to help pull his juice from that fat tube. When he finally stopped his strokes and plunged one last time deep into me, I shifted around so I was on my back, watching him catching his breath and still impaled on his huge cock. I wrapped my hand around my throbbing dick and started jacking furiously, my ass still full of this big man's cock. It didn't take much to bring myself off, every nerve was on fire from the fierce fucking I had just gotten. Cum shot from my dick, shooting past my head and all over my chest, my asshole twitching as my muscles pushed the cum from my aching tube. My body was wracked with spasms and shivers from the intense orgasm, and I lay there, drained and incredibly satisfied. Isaac was sitting back on his feet, his breath starting to subside towards normal, his crotch still pressed against my ass, the softening dick still filling my chute. He began to inch backwards, slowly pulling his dick from my ass. I saw him reach one hand to his dick and felt him grab the base of the condom while he pulled the rest that monster out of my hole. I looked down between my spread legs and saw his cock laying on the mattress like a fat snake. He slipped the condom off his cock and laid it on my chest. There must have been a cup of cum trapped in the latex sleeve and I was eager to know what his man's spunk tasted like. I put the condom up to my lips and licked my tongue deep into pool of cum at the bottom of it. The sweet and salty taste of his cum covered my tongue, mingling with the odor of mine and the smell of our sweat. When he saw me tasting his cum, he bent over, putting both arms around my back and pulled me towards him. As I was sitting up, his tongue scooped up a wad of my cum from my chest and he fed it to me as our lips touched again, our tongues mingling in my mouth. Isaac was holding me tight against his furry body, licking the sweat from my face and neck in slow, sensual kisses. I was surprised at the tenderness after such a brutal fucking, and I felt myself melting into him as he continued the post-fuck intimacy. It now made sense why his lover would keep him on a short leash. When we both thought we could use our legs again for walking, Isaac suggested we go downstairs and take a shower. I wiped the cum off my chest, wrapped my towel around me and headed out the door this big man. We took a hot shower and Isaac washed me gently all over. When he was rubbing his hand down the crack of my ass, my hole was sore and felt as if it were stretched open permanently. When he slipped a finger inside me, I felt the lust for his cock again but it vanished when he pulled it out and continued soaping me up. After our long shower, Isaac and I walked back to his room where he grabbed me and kissed me for a long time before opening his door and saying goodnight. I watched as the closed behind him and then turned to walk back to our room. When I turned the corner by our room, I noticed the door was open and Dad was sitting naked on the mattress, stroking his big cock like Isaac had been doing. I stopped to watch for a moment or two, along with a small audience on the opposite wall. Every once in a while, someone would step into our room but I heard Dad say he was waiting for someone else. He finally saw me watching him and motioned with his head to come inside. "Leave the door open, boy," he told me, so I hung up my towel and walked over to the mattress. "I can tell by your face that you had a good time with Isaac," he said, "I told you he was a good fuck, didn't I?" "Yeah, Dad, he was almost as good as you," I replied. "Gee, thanks son, but I have to tell you I learned a lot from Isaac when we were dating, and I can only hope to be that good." "Well, Dad, you are," I told him, "and if you're not too tired, I'd be ready for some more daddy dick." "I was hoping you'd say that, and I hope you don't mind if we leave the door open. I want to show off my boy while I fuck him raw." In answer to his question, I reached for the lube and poured some into my right hand, spreading it over the length of his cock and down around the bush at the base. I put some more in my hand and bending over to show my ass to the open door, I shoved two fingers into my hole and worked the slick liquid around slowly, then jacked some onto my dick. I picked up the popper bottle and filled my lungs twice, exhaling between breaths. As the rush took over, I crawled onto the mattress and placed my asshole over the head of daddy's fat cock, put my hands on his shoulders and slid down the entire length in one movement. A groan of pleasure slipped from Dad as I hit bottom and I moved my ass in a slow circle to loosen myself up again, and feel his fur against my body. There was a residual soreness from the fuck I had gotten from Isaac, but the poppers and my lust for my Dad made me forget all about it. Dad picked up the poppers and took a hit while I lifted my ass up to the top of his dick and slid back down again. He placed his hands under my ass to help with my movements and moved his mouth to one nipple and began to chew. The pain from my nipple was spurring me on and I was riding that dick like wild man. I bent my head over and shoved my tongue into Dad's ear, swirling it around and making him work my nipple even harder. We got lost in the sensations we were giving each other and I completely forgot the door to the room was open. Dad stopped chewing on my nipples and lifted me up off his dick completely. My ass was feeling so empty and he told me to lie on my stomach. As I turned around, I saw the doorway was filled with men watching our action. Most were stroking their hard cocks under their towels, and others were standing there naked, openly jacking their hardons. I turned my head to look at Dad, and when he saw me looking at him, he said, "What does my boy want?" I knew this was part of the performance so I answered him, "I want hot, daddy dick fucking my ass." One of his big hands came down hard on my ass cheek, and he asked again, "Tell me what you want." My head had jerked back from the slap and I groaned, "Fuck my ass, daddy, fuck me with your big dick." He handed me the poppers and was teasing my hole with his fingers while I took a double hit again. I handed him the bottle and heard him inhaling deeply. The rush made my ass rise up to swallow his fingers, which were soon replaced with the head of his cock. "I'm going to give you all the big, daddy dick you need, boy," he groaned and sank the length of his meat into my hungry ass. He took no time to be gentle, slamming the full length of his cock into me, balls slapping my ass in time to his strokes. He was fucking me hard, moving his cock around to stir my guts and widen my hole for his onslaught. Dad was fucking my so hard, he was driving the breath out of me and sending shocks of pleasure through me every time he hit my prostate. The crowd of men watching us was moving slowly into the room, trying to get closer to the action that was getting their cocks dripping. One man moved over to Dad and was rubbing the fur on his back with a look of ecstasy on his face. Another was standing next to Dad, and squeezing the nipple closest to him. The tit work only caused Dad to increase his speed and ram his big cock deeper into my ass. His hands were spreading my ass so he could get in further, grinding his pubes into my hole. I opened my eyes to see a man standing in front of me, stroking his hard, dripping cock just inches from my face. "Feed my boy your cock," Dad commanded the man in front of me. The man stepped closer and I opened my lips to let him slide his cock into my throat. I was full of cock at both ends and I started working my mouth and lips on the cock lodged there as I was working my ass on the dick that was fucking me. Dad lifted my ass up so I was on my hands and knees, feeling the two men fuck both my holes in unison. The guy who had been working on Dad's tit knelt down and took my hardon into his mouth, the wetness and tongue work adding another sensation to my body. The man fucking my throat was holding my head so he could get all of his cock into my mouth, his balls slapping my chin. Dad was sawing in and out of my ass with such force that I was shoved onto the cock in my throat with every thrust. The crowd was urging the men fucking and sucking me. I could hear my Dad saying, "this ass is so hot for daddy dick," and "take that fucker's cock in your throat. I want to see you drain his balls while I'm watching." The man fucking my mouth was groaning with pleasure and saying, "suck that dick, you cock whore. I'm going to fill your guts with spunk." Someone put the poppers under my nose again and soon the rush was coursing through me, amplifying the sounds of bodies slapping together and dirty talk urging me to give this fucking everything I had. Suddenly, the dick in my throat expanding and I could feel the big vein on the bottom of it pumping cum into me, the man groaning loudly and calling me names. I was still getting my ass pounded as the cock in my mouth was pulled out, only to be replaced by another one. Dad was slapping my ass hard, and the mouth on my dick was sucking the cum up out of my balls. I was groaning that I was about to cum, but the dick in my mouth made my words unintelligible. I'm sure the three men knew it as well as I did because they intensified their efforts on my behalf and before I knew it, an incredible orgasm shook every part of my body. I felt the head of my cock swell in the guy's mouth and shoot wad after wad of hot cum down his throat. When I had stopped shooting, he pulled his mouth off my cock and moved away. The man fucking my mouth slammed into me one last time and I felt his hot liquid hitting the sides of my throat. The only man left moving was Dad, and his gasps were coming faster and faster so I knew he was close. Then Dad made one last thrust into my chute and groaned, "I'm going to fill my boy's ass with daddy juice." I felt the wads of cum hit my ass walls like soft bullets, while Dad was gasping and groaning behind me. Every pulse of his spitting cock was trying to get more of it inside me. My arms and legs were so weak from the orgasm that I sank slowly to the mattress, clenching my Dad's dick and bringing him down to collapse on top of me. A few of the guys in the room closest to us were jacking their dicks furiously, hell bent on cumming. In seconds, cum was flying from the dicks around us, some of it hitting our bodies and the rest splattering on the floor around us. Dad was still lying on top of me, twitching and shivering from his orgasm, as I watched our audience slowly leave the room. The last man out turned and smiled at me, and closed the door behind him. Dad and I were alone now, the smell of cum and sweat all around us. The furry hunk on top of me rolled both of us onto our sides; his dick still lodged in my ass, and placed his arms around me. He was gently kissing my neck and slowly running his hands over my body. The last thing I remember hearing before falling asleep was the sound of my Dad's voice telling me how much he loved me.

The majority of my fucks are done anon in some way so doggy works best for public (parks, restrooms) and also face down/ass in air (hotels, bath houses). The big turn on for me with doggy is it makes it much more transactional and less emotional. A top needs a hole to unload into and I am the lucky slut that gets it. My job is to ensure he gets his release. If I’m in a situation where I have time and it’s more than blow & go I like to end in missionary. I like to grab the ass of my breeder and pull it toward me as he’s thrusting. Also, I like see the look of pleasure on his face as he deposits his seed in me. Usually after the top comes I clamp down with my ass muscles to squeeze every drop of his cum in my ass.

Part 5; Sex is not normally allowed in the shower area, but an incredible show was just about to be put on, so, I am sure the rules could be bent on this one occasion! We got to the shower area, and there were two showers free. We took the end one, where I at his command held onto the bit that held the shower head that was firmly in the wall. Some guys were showering, some were drying, and some were passing through to get to another part of the sauna. His voice boomed out; - May I have your attention please my fellow good Men? I am HIV+, I have the strain that I first became infected with in the late 80s, and the Cuban strain that I acquired more recently due to being a fucked up nasTy sex pig. Now this sexy handsome young Man wants something from me, don't you. - Yes Sir - Tell the good people what it is you want from me - I want you to infecT me with your poz cum Sir - You have been begging me to infecT you, haven't you boy - Yes Sir, and I will continue to beg for as long as it takes for you to give me what I want, and what I as a worthless FAGGOT deserve! Someone from the gathering crowd piped up; - Fuck YEAH, I gotta see this nasTy horny sh!t go down He took my towel away from me, revealing my pert tight high round ASS - Holy sh!t, I wish it was me that was knocking up that cutie! I suddenly felt his nasTy piece of AIDS-Meat slapping on my ASS cheeks - What's my viral load boy, remember? - Isn't it 13.3 Million copies, Sir - Yes boy, well done, but louder so everyone can hear you. What is Sir's viral load? - 13.3 Million Sir *I said , raising my voice* I think he was trying to humiliate me, which turned me on to no end. He turned to the crowd, which was building ... - So, are there any objections? I stood up straight to get a good look at everyone. And everyone seemed to be fully erect, most stroking their hard Dicks. I think everyone was excited to witness my life change! I suddenly caught the eye of another AIDS fucker, looking at my Sir with an evil looking smirk, as though to say, 'I know your game, because I play it too' ... He walked over, sporting his Bio-hazard tattoo on his left pec. He also was yellow, skinny, and gaunt. FUCK, did I pick the right day or whaT to come here. He re-positioned me to how I was before I stood up straight, stood to the side of me, parted my ASS cheeks; - Go on mate, fuck your boy. Do NOT make him wait any longer. I felt my AIDS God grab my hips, and penetrate me and begin fucking my eager begging to be pozzed, neg cunt. As he fucked he spanked my bubble cheeks. - Oh Fuck YEAH. Your cunT is feeling very warm and silky wrapped around my Death-weapon, and soon I am going to take full ownership of it, boy! - Fuck Sir, I have secretly waited years for this moment to cum, when a REAL Man would claim full ownership of me by giving me his DNA ~ I CANNOT wait! My AIDS God's soon to be partner in crime began to make himself fully present in our worlds from here on in; - I heard ALL of what you both said. The entire dialogue! Fucking NASTY mate! I am unmedicated too, and also have a super-infection. But I have Hep C, also. - I have Hep C too - Oh yeah, know your Genotype? Mine is 6! - Mine is 2! - GREAT! My HIV super-infection is subtype AE. Between the pair of us we've got plenty to keep his immune system very busy. - Join us in my private cabin when we are done here if ya like. - Fuckin' DONE mate! They are having this conversation whilst my Sir is fucking me, attention not even on me, just being used like some piece of Fuck-Meat, and I couldn't have asked for more, or been happier, although, I was about to get MUCH more! The new AIDS Daddy that had joined us pulled my cheeks apart ... 'Go on mate, infecT him .... INFEEEEECT HIIIIIIM' The second time he said it was really loud. MY AIDS God picked up his pace and it kept hitting my prostate each time he was in deep. And that was it, I started pumping my neg cum without my cock even being touched. I felt a powerful electrical surge rage through my body, as I hyperventilated, whimpered, and screamed in extreme poz-itive ecstasy. Now that my prostate had it's release, my cunt really began to feel the invasion on each thrust. It felt like I was being stretched by clouds and razor-blades at the same time, and I was fucking floating on them! A guy about 1 foot away from me, in a shower, kept pressing the water each time it stopped to keep himself wet, as he tugged on his Big Dick, looking at me, mouthing stuff like; 'Fucking AIDS whore', and 'Nasty Poz FAGGOT' with an intense evil grin. Then the momenT came where my life changed. - OH FUCK YEAH, I am about to inject my lethal poison into you. You ready boy? - YES. Knock me up Sir. Fucking own my soul Sir with your Demon seed! Then came about 15 seconds of intense, hard, demon power fucking, THEN, he started to cum, and when I say cum, he roared like something that didn't even sound Human. He really sank into my hips with his fingers. Through his roaring I could hear whoever was watching either grunt as they shot their load, clapping, or cheering. His filthy toxic sperm didn't have the usual wet and warm feeling. It felt wet, and ... HOT. It actually felt like it was burning. And I fully accepted it, as it bathed in my charged up cunT.

I met a guy a year ago from a gay hookup site. There's nothing unusual in that, except as it was he turned out to be an 66 year old top, which essentially matched my age and role, so I honestly didn't expect a session with him would be particularly interesting, still, while I am usually a top, there are those occasions where I'm versatile, so, just for a change I agreed to let him top me. Now, the guy mentioned he went to the gym three to four times a week, so I wasn't surprised to see he had a great build, but what I hadn't anticipated was his large, rock hard cock - which had a wicked curve, no less. He mounted my ass. The initial pain brought tears to my eyes. Then he proceeded to fuck me stupid for an solid hour with an occasional break during which he instructed me to rim his ass - just to keep him going. It was his kink, but one which was okay by me. I lost count of the number of anal orgasms he gave me even, even after having pumped my prostate dry. I had experienced such orgasms only rarely in the past, and then only when very randy. I guess this was an experience for the books. He finally dropped a massive load in my arse which, by then, was so loose a lot of cum dribbled out, notwithstanding my efforts to clamp my ass closed. He left me so spaced out I could have been on pot, and quite honestly it had been almost too much for me and for the first time ever in my life I had almost backed-out, about to announce "I can't take it anymore." However I didn't, and subsequently we've met once a week for the past fourteen months, and each occasion has been as fantastic as the first. Honestly, I doubt I could handle a session more than once weekly. He must have changed my insides from his rough pounding as my cock no longer automatically springs to an orgasm when he slides into my hole. I should add I haven't tried to top him, and I certainly never need to wank myself. I've also noticed my rectum is no longer smooth but now lumpy and even more sensitive than the first time. Outside of sex, I've pretty much concluded we have nothing in common, but still I can't wait until the next session. My conversion from a dominant Top to a totally compliant Bottom is total and nobody who knows me would believe it. My star is still throbbing as I write this.

Yes, yes, yes, please yes. What other word than "love" can describe how I feel about pulling cum from the cock of a man who is married to a woman and totally closeted? Okay, there are others, I adore it. I crave it. I worship their cocks. They are married to women. They are totally closeted. I am giving them pleasure like their wives won't or can't--especially if they end up fucking me missionary. It is so fucking hot when I am on my back with his bare dick inside me, and he can't take his eyes off our fucking. It's obvious that he is staring at the fact that it is a MAN he is fucking. It is a man that is making him horny and making him cum. There is no way he can avoid knowing it. Then he goes back to his wife and will always remember that he chose to shoot a load into a man's asshole.

I took a year-long "Prep holiday" because I missed that thrill of risk that any load could be the one that charged me up. It's like skydiving or riding a rollercoaster... the idea that you could crash and burn is what makes it so hot. I'm not exactly sub (more total vers) and don't think it's my or any gay man's destiny to get pozzed. I made it to the end of the year still neg and went back on Prep. All things considered I'd rather not deal with the hassles of being poz. But it was a great ride while it lasted.

My Dom says, all sex is risky. Bareback just removes all doubt.

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 Six: Swallowing Every Drop *********************************************** Cocks, no matter how hard they get, are still flesh. When push comes to shove (literally), inevitably they bend, flex, contract. But metal? Metal never gives way to flesh; it pushes flesh aside, maintaining its movement and motion at the expense of flesh. And such was exactly the case with Tom's barbell as I felt it slowly pulling out over my second ring, my soft tissue--already brutalized--stretching awkwarldly and tenderly as the pair of balls slid over it. Tom slowly pulled back, then pushed forward again and slowly buried himself to the hilt once more. "Mmmm, yeah. You feel me deep inside you there? My head and bar feel so wet, Gary really spunked you good." Twice. Gary had injected his fatal load in me twice, both times copious amounts of tainted cum, and now it was coating Tom's head and piercing, ready to be gouged into the soft walls of my rectum as they eventually tore open under the onslaught of the metallic monster inside me now. Just one more way to make sure that I left this bed, this house, a changed man. He pulled back and thrust in again. "Much as I love seeing your eyes squeezed shut as you try to enjoy this, I prefer a different angle when I fuck. Time to get on your hands and knees boy." How long had I been laying here? Did it matter? Despite every last ounce of common sense I had that told me I should stop this... get out... go... run, here I was about to roll over to give this sickly and wasted man a better angle to inject his poison into me. I somehow managed to make my arms move and began pulling myself to the left as I, for the second time that night, attempted to turn myself with a solid shaft deep in my ass. I felt a slight dry tug as my outer ass ring painfully began to slide left with me on the base of Tom's dry cock. If you've ever attempted to execute this maneuver, you know there's no way to do it that isn't awkward. Like a pig on a spit roast, you have an axis on which you must rotate, and your limbs become less useful than at any other time. You may need to use short motions, moving one limb at a time, your body rising and falling as you gradually move your right arm underneath you. Eventually you bring your arm far enough underneath that you can plant your hand and begin to make your upper body rise, as your left arm and hand also make contact with the semi-soft covering of the bed. Your body and face begin to rise and your legs in turn begin to establish themselves as your feet adjust to stradle your top. And yet this was made even more complicated for me by the feeling of a piercing tearing at my inner ring with every up and down and left and right movement of my body. Yet somehow I managed to do it and there I was on all fours on the bed, Tom's rigid tool still buried deep within me. Gary reached under and pulled away the pillow that had elevated my ass for him. "Much better." Tom's words were punctuated by another withdraw from my deepest insides, but instead of a short and gentle thrust, this time his head and piercing pulled back until they were just inside my outer ring. And gradually they decended again into me; it was time for him to fuck me. He began to long dick me, the ass juices and bits of Gary's cum no doubt beginning to lubricate his shaft as each pass felt less dry and more smooth. Well, as smooth as can be in this case, since his much thicker shaft continued to stretch my ass, with no loosening in sight. I was clamped firmly on his rigid penis. As his long, slow thrusts continued, I felt the bed shift as I saw Gary mount it in front of me and he laid himself down on his back in front of me, positioned head to head so that he appeared to be upside down. I didn't have to wait to wonder what he intended, as he reached his arms up between mine and slowly pulled his head past mine and moved under my chest. I was now faced with his hairy chest, boney ribcage clearly visible, the lesions just inches from me. And then... Oh fuck. His warm mouth enclosed my right nipple and my head snapped upwards and backwards, and I felt my ass painfully try to clamp down on Tom's tool, almost trying to expel it, as if I could push his nine inches out of me that easily. There was very little my ass muscles could do in their traumatized state, but they definitely did their best to tighten my hole, and as I let out a gutteral groan, I heard Tom do the same and I knew he had felt my contraction. My ass would contract several more times as Gary shifted to my left nipple, and then back to my right, alternating between the two as he suckled them. His hands reached up to my sides, and I noticed for the first time that night how coarse they were as they moved along my lower abdomen, out to my sides, and toward my back. All the while Tom continued his rhythmic assault on my ass, his piercing never failing to remind me of its presence as he steadly gouged my rectum with each thrust and retraction. His pace increased slightly and I felt his balls begin to gently slap against mine with each re-entry. They were definitely large, as large as Gary's, and no doubt just as full of lethal AIDS virus as his partner in crime's were. Virus that I had no doubt would be deep inside me in the very near future. I felt Gary shift further underneath me and as his warm mouth sought out and enclosed the foreskin of my uncut head and my ass contracted one more painful time, I found myself now with my closest look at the weapon that had impaled me at the start of this night. He was solidly hard again, his head swollen beneath the hood, his thinner shaft unable to keep his cock upright as the weight of his bulbous acorn kept it almost laying against his chest. Precum poured from his piss slit, already pooling in a small wet spot near his belly button. The underside of his shaft visible to me, I noticed even it was marked by a lesion, one that had been inside me; I shuddered, both from this knowledge and from the warmth of Gary's mouth as he elevated his head to take most all of my dick into his mouth. Again my ass contracted. "Oh fuck boy, you are bringing me close!" Tom's words refocused my attention on his now-pounding of my ass as his balls began to slap heavily against mine. His hard thrusts driving his barbell deeper into my ass, its walls, and my vulnerable soft tissues as he spread Gary's seed throughout my ass. "Yeah, it's time to fuck this wad into you. Oh yeah, gonna cum, gonna.... AGHHHH!!!" His thrusts had reached their climax, his balls has begun slapping me higher as they drew up, and his already thick and solid shaft grew harder, and with one last, as perhaps the most painful thrust yet, he lodged himself as deeply inside me as he could... and came. It was another torrent of seed as I felt the first two or three jets impact my inner hole's walls; his load was indeed just as large as Gary's, and it continued for a good 8 or 9 well sized shots. He must have been holding this one for days. And as his cum began to find every exposed surface inside me, coating me with deadly seed, my own cock could take no more of the wet, warm attention being paid it and without warning I erupted down Gary's throat. And as his throat was coated with my last negative load, my ass continued--as it had with his two loads--welcoming Tom's seed deep inside me, my inner ring swallowing every drop.

If I knew now years ago, how hard it is for a negative guy (especially a circumcised one like myself) to catch HIV from fucking raw, I would have been a lot more wild and promiscuous. So many of my friends on here are negative even after YEARS of steady raw playing. They, unlike me have no issues with eventually turning poz. I became a quasi-recluse, although jealous guys would cock-block me to their friends as 'oh I don't know... he fucks EVERYBODY!' You can't win. And if you can't win, join them! But sero-conversion was never intended nor desired; but that awkward sex with rubbers ALWAYS killed the moment for me! So I settled for 'cutting down the numbers' and having less sex, with fewer guys. But with the few I did, always bareback and feeling guilty afterwards... what BS all that was! 'IT HAPPENED' when I least expected it; in one of my serial relationships with a seemingly innocent twink who was unaware he was poz, HVL and then one day had issues with bleeding gums... long story short: I'm still with him ten years later and we FINALLY play wild, but both undetectable. In retrospect I deprived myself of AT LEAST 90% of all fun that was available to me in the 'fear-and-loathing-days' of 'vanilla-safer-sex' and all that BS. Now with both of us being undetectable, I catch myself once again still not not fully 'going with the flow'... avoiding self-declared 'negative' guys who for all I know are full of it... which might explain why a boldly and proudly-promiscuous guy or one who has a bio-hazard tattoo is now the ultimate fantasy-in-the-flesh!

Was able to get the next chapter finished. Thanks, all of you who commented, and as always, please feel free to give me feedback. If you want to see something in here, let me know, and I'll do my best to work it in. And in appreciation of all of you who made it through the ordeal that was part three, I give you part 4. Also, if anyone is fluent in Spanish and notices any mistakes on my translations, let me know so I can fix them. -- PART 4: A WARM WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD Bent over, I waited for the uncut cock attached to the guy behind me to enter my ass. I had to have been a sight to see. A short, blond guy in his mid-20s, short, well-kept hair, swimmer’s build, naked from the waist down bent over a small bench, waiting expectantly for a hot Latino to shove a dripping uncut cock deep up his ass raw. The very thought made my cock drip as I felt the guy trying to get access to my hole. Frustrated, he kept pressing harder and harder against my hole, which refused to give up under his assault. He pulled out the bottle of poppers, opened them up and handed them to me. “Keep breathing those in puta (whore),” he muttered, shoving two fingers up my hole, making me gasp in pain and shock, “You need to take my bicho (dick).” I nodded, immediately sniffing the liquid, its effects hitting immediately as my hole relaxed to the stretching the hot guy behind me was doing. I took a quick look back at him, watching as with a slight nod of his head, he pulled his fingers out. With a quick push, he slammed his cock deep into my guts, making me yell out in both pleasure and pain. Fully sheathed within my ass, he held me for a second, waiting for me to adjust to his cock before he licked up the side of my neck. Satisfied that I was ready for more, he reached under my shirt and pinched my nipples as he bit on my left earlobe. This immediately caused my ass to clamp down on his cock, making him hiss in pleasure. Reaching back down, he grabbed my hips, and whispered into my ear, “Follemos, cochino. (Let's fuck, pig.)” With those words uttered, he started slamming my hole like a jack hammer, causing me to cry out again as he began his assault on my ass. The pain was like nothing I had ever felt. Gritting my teeth, I rode it out, using one arm to prop myself up on the bench, and the other stroking my throbbing cock. Slowly, the intense pain in my ass slowly gave way to pleasure with each passing stroke. I could feel each stroke slamming against my prostate, sending pleasure down into my balls and up through my aching cock. I had never been fucked like this before, but I was loving every minute. Above me, the hot Latino muttered words under his breath in Spanish. I only caught bits and pieces, such as ‘quieres sue me venga (do you want my cum),’ ‘a huevo (fucking sweet),’ and ‘pajarito (faggot).’ Sadly, I didn’t know what any of these meant, but they way he said them told me that had to be dirty and hot. We continued fucking at his fast pace for a long time, my tight hole stretching further and further before a slight squelching sound hit my ears. ‘This guy is turning my ass into a fuck hole’ I thought to myself. The idea made me even harder, causing me to drip even more precum. After the onslaught on my ass, I knew I would be shooting a huge load quickly up his ass. Quickly enough, I noticed his strokes becoming more and more irregular. Sensing he was close, I clamped down on his cock, recalling how much Jackson had liked it. “A huevo, puta! (Fuck yeah, whore)” he yelled out, slamming even harder into my ass, “Me voy a venir! (I'm going to cum)” Even with my limited knowledge of Spanish, I knew it likely meant he was going to come in my hole. I continued the motion with my ass, trying desperately to milk his cock. With one final, hard slam, I felt his cock start to throb as he yell out loud. “Me vengo, cabroń (I'm cumming, fucker)! Me pinche corro en tu nalga (I'm fucking cumming in your ass). Y sin forro, joto! (And without a condom, faggot!),” he yelled out, feeling my ass milk his cock for all it was worth, as he weakly kept slamming my ass before finally stopping. We both stood there in silence for a few minutes, sweat pouring from our faces as our hearts raced. Finally, I felt him pull slowly out of my ass, a hiss escaping both our lips and we both stood up and kissed. Breaking apart, I knelt down, taking his softening cock into my mouth, sucking the remnants of ass and cum off, making him involuntarily push my head off. “Damn, Papi (baby),” he gasped, a grin spreading on his face, “Too sensitive.” With that, he grabbed my shoulder, pulling me back up before taking my hard, hot, and throbbing cock into his hand giving it a few tugs. Leaning in, his kissed my neck, grabbing slightly on the back of my head to pull me closer. “What’s your name, baby?” he asked, giving slight kisses down my neck, his hand slowly moving down to my balls, giving them a slight tug. “Jake. You?” I replied, lust making my voice deepen. “Mateo,” he replied, letting go of my balls and stepping away slowly, his fingers rubbing in his ass before he bent over slowly, holding his cheeks apart to showing me. “Your turn, papí,” he said, looking back at my through his legs, “Fill my nalga (ass) with your hot load.” I let out a loud gulp before reaching beside me to the lube dispenser, coating my bare cock before rubbing the remaining lube onto his hole. Slowly I pressed against his ass, relishing as it quickly swallowed my cock halfway to the hilt, making Mateo groan before me. I stopped suddenly, worried I was moving too fast. “You ok?” I asked, inadvertently pulling out slightly. “Coño (Fuck) man!” he said as suddenly pushed his ass the rest of the way, making me groan in return, “Give me that piece of meat! This puta (whore) needs it bad.” I sat for a minute deep in his hole as I felt it adjust to my sudden intrusion. The wet tight heat wrapped seductively around my hole, slicker that I would have expected. “Fuck,” I muttered, “You’re so wet!” “Yeah man,” he said, reaching down and stroking his slowly re-hardening cock, “Been taking loads all day. Probably six or seven in there.” With those words, I felt my dick throb. Jesus, I thought to myself, shocked yet somehow turned on by those words. Here I was, balls deep in a stranger who had just cum up my ass, and he’s now telling me he has several random loads in his ass. With that though, I smiled and slowly started pumping in and out of Mateo, enjoying the feeling of stranger’s cum sliding around my meat. This continued for a few minutes when I heard the door suddenly open. “Shit!” I said, stopping suddenly as whoever had just entered closed the door. I went to pull out of Mateo when I felt a pair of hands grab my ass, one of the fingers probing into my well-fucked hole before smacking my ass with a loud pop, causing me to jump and nearly cum right there. “Damn,” the voice said, sounding extremely familiar, “didn’t expect you a hot piece of ass like you to take to this place so quickly!” Looking over my shoulder, I instantly recognized the man behind me to be the skinhead attendant from people. “Feels like my boy Mateo here already got the first dibs on breaking in your hole,” he continued, pulling his finger out and sticking it in his mouth, “Fuck! Nice tasting hole too!” I watched as the skinhead made his way in front of me, unbuttoning his pants and pulling his shirt off before standing in front of Mateo. “Fuck ya.. 'Sup Kyle,” the Latino grunted, as I started fucking him again. “Shut the fuck up slut,” Kyle muttered, as he pulled his pants off. I stared in awe as Kyle revealed his cock. Like his face and ears, the 9-inch cut cock before me glistened with multiple piercings. A large PA stuck out of the tip of his cock, with an ampallang bisecting the head. Multiple piercings bisected his urethra before ending further down into another piercing, which I now know as a lorum. He also had several scrotal piercings. I stared down at his glittering groin as I continued to slowly watch in stroke himself a few time, before finally stuffing it into the Latin’s open mouth. I watch as the hot Latin guy below me was stuffed on each end, gagging on the skinhead’s meat while I plugged away at his hole. Suddenly, I found myself getting close to orgasming, when I felt Mateo grab my balls and squeeze them roughly. “Fuck!” I yelped, immediately feeling my building orgasm disappear. I watched as Mateo slowly pulled his mouth off Kyle before he smiled up at him. “I loosened him up for you,” Mateo said, an evil grin on his face. Raising his eyebrows, Kyle turned to me, gripping his pierced cock at me. “Well boy,” drawled out, stroking his meat with the copious amounts of saliva from Mateo’s mouth, “I do think a thank you is in order. I did, after all, let you in here for free. And it appears you let the money run out on your monitor. Very bad form.” Looking over at the monitor, I saw that it had in fact run out of time. Looking back at him, he continued. “Honestly, company policy is that we’re supposed to kick both of you out,” he continued, grabbing the back of my head and pulled my hair, causing my head to arch back, “But you see, Mateo and I go way back. So I’d have to just kick you out.” He pulled his face close to mine as I opened my mouth in a slight wince. He smacked my ass, even harder than before causing my mouth to open further in pain, and without hesitation, shoved his warm wet tongue deep in my mouth. Releasing my mouth, he looked deep into my eyes. “I could look the other way if you let me sample that prime boy pussy of yours. I’d wager it’s never had a nice thick piece of pierced meat inside it. And hell, I’ve been dying to feel my cock inside you the second I saw you walk up to me. So what do you say? Let me drop a nice load in that freshly fucked twat?” I stared at him as he pulled away from my face, staring at me with an evil look in his eyes. My mind raced at the thought of taking a second cock in my hole. The idea made me horny, but I still felt myself hesitate. I stopped fucking Mateo as my brain went through its mental gymnastics. “No?” he asked mockingly, stepping back further. He reached into his pocket and pulled out something long and dark from his pocket. I realized with a start that he had pulled a cigar, sticking it in his mouth before proceeded to pull out a lighter from his other pocket, expertly lighting it. That was what did it for me. Something clicked inside my mind as everything hit me. Being balls deep and completely raw in a hot Latino guy who minutes before had come inside my ass after a hard pounding, and now a hot skinhead smoking a thick cigar talking about sampling my hole. It was taboo. It was risky. It was SO. FUCKING. HOT. Immediately, I started nodding, excitement causing my previously tight ass to pucker. Kyle drew deeply before he pulled the cigar out of his mouth, blowing it directly into my face. “Good choice bitch,” He said, immediately walking behind me smacking my ass several times. I felt him pull my asscheeks apart, lightly rubbing his PA across my hole. I was surprised at how warm the metal felt until I felt him pushing into my newly wrecked hole. With no effort, he worked himself deep inside me, the different piercings adding extra pleasure to my hole. “Fuck,” I blurted out, feeling the metal continually pounding into my swollen, well-fucked prostate, “That feels so good.” “Always aim to please fucker,” Kyle replied, puffing away on the cigar as he continued to rape my ass. The three of us continued to fuck, sweat dripping off each other. Mateo, underneath me, was now fisting his cock in time with my strokes into his ass, muttering in Spanish. Every once in a while, he would tighten his hole, which would cause me to slam him harder. This caused Kyle to nearly pull out of my hole, and in turn take an extra long stroke back into my ass. The room took on a haze as the cigar smoke, the glow of the monitor accentuating it. We continued pounding at the others hole, and before long, I felt Mateo start to tighten even more on my weeping cock. “Hostia!” he cried out, his ass giving my cock one final squeeze. “Me vengo (I'm cumming)! Shit! Si, venga papi, vente en mi culo (Yes, cum baby, cum in my ass)!” “What?” I asked, trying desperately to not lose my composure. “He wants you to cum up his ass fucker,” Kyle barked, taking a drag on the cigar and watching as Mateo began shooting all over the floor, “Give him your load and you can get mine injected right up your cumdump! Give him all you got Pig!” I picked up the pace, feeling my balls start to boil, but I just couldn’t get to the point of no return. Then, an idea hit me. I put one hand in the center of the spent Latino’s back and grabbed the bottle of poppers he had been sniffing, taking several hits in each nostril before setting back down. I waited a few seconds, feeling the warm feeling rush through my body, and then, pausing for a second, I stopped fucking Mateo’s hole and reached behind me, pulling the cigar from Kyle’s mouth. I stuck the nearly spent, spit covered cigar butt into my mouth and start smoking the cigar. FUCK! This is what I needed! I thought to myself and started slamming the hole in front of me. Suddenly, I felt the burning sensation deep in my loins, and with one final stroke, shot deep. “HOLY! FUCKING! SHIT!” I yelled as it felt like all my body fluids shot through my piss hole, my balls draining completely of their cum. Shot after shot flowed out of me, shooting deep into Mateo's hole and mixing further with the other loads in his ass. “Fucking hot,” Kyle cheered, watching as I twitched over and over, my orgasm took over my entire body. With one final twitch, I slumped over slightly over Mateo, letting out a deep breath. “My turn piggy,” Kyle said, and with an extra hard slam, I felt his cock begin twitching in my ass. He picked up the pace, a blur in my hole. Kyle moaned as he slammed my hole, and with one final groan, he slowed to a steady slow slam, sliding deeper than he had gone previously, over and over with each shot. I moaned in time with each thrust, feeling the cum jet deep inside me. After about 20 slams into my hole, he finally stopped moving, pulling the now spent cigar from my mouth and tossing it on the floor, crushing it under his foot. We all stood there for a few minutes, enjoying the afterglow of the hot experience that had just transpired. Mateo was the first to move, standing up slightly and pulling my now deflated cock from his ass. Kyle followed suit, and with a soft plop, cum dripping from my wreck hole. My asshole quivered as the air hit my gaping hole as I stood up, a content smile on my face, still panting from the workout. I watched as Mateo reached into his pants, and without warning tossed me his phone. Catching it, I looked down, slightly confused. “Put your number in it dude,” he replied, pulling his clothes back on, “We definitely have to hook up again soon.” Nodding, I put my cell into the phone, adding my name and handed it back to him. With little more than a wave, Mateo left the room, shutting the door behind him. Kyle did the same with his phone, and as we both got dressed he started talking. “So, what do you think?” he asked, picking up the used cigar and throwing it in the trashcan. “Is it always that…” I started to ask, at a loss for words to describe exactly what I felt. “Hot? Dirty? Fucking twisted?” he guessed, pulling his shirt back on, “Not always. Usually, a lot of trolls here looking for a piece of prime boy pussy like yours. Just depends. Fridays and Saturdays are best.” I nodded, making a mental note of everything he was saying as he continued. “Mateo is a regular here, but it's rare to see him top. That boy tends to be a gut busting bottom. Nice to see him giving a load to a hungry hole for once.” “Oh,” I replied, a look of concern on my face thinking back to what he had told me earlier. Seeing my face take on the look of concern, Kyle continued. “Don’t worry. That cumslut works down at the free clinic on Broadway. Also on PrEP, if his profile is to be believed. And I just got tested last week, so no worries from me.” A bit of relief from those words, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “So, got a name stranger?” he asked. “Jake,” checking my pockets to make sure I had everything, starting to feel tired as the adrenaline and hormones finally ran their course. “Nice to meet you, or should I say 'meat your hole',” he replied with a chuckle, “Really from around here, or just visiting?” “No, really am from around here. Just moved in next door,” I replied following him out the hall and towards the stairs up to the main part of the bookstore. “Nice! You should really consider getting a membership then!” he said, climbing the stairs before opening the door and holding it for me, “It’s usually $100, but I’ll talk with the owner and see if he’ll give you a deal.” “Thanks,” I said softly, considering the idea. “Well, I’m off and have finals to study for, dude. See you soon?” he asked, nodding at the new attendant in the booth, who then handed him a backpack. “Sure,” I replied, and with a slight flourish of his hand, he waved goodbye. “I’ll text ya soon!” he called behind him and walked out the door. Feeling my exhaustion ebbing at my mind, I walked out the door as well, making the short walk to my building. Looking down at my watch, I realized that it was already 1 am, and I was suddenly thankful that I had the weekend off. The security guard at the front desk looked up from the computer screen and his phone, starting to get up. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my key, and with a slight nod, he sat back down and turned his attention back to the monitor. — A quick ride up the elevator, I dragged myself across the hall as the elevator opened. With my key still in hand, I tapped the card to the door and listened as the door lock whirred and let me in. The door closed automatically behind me, and I grab the knob, turning it back to locked. Slowly, I trudged into my bedroom and stripped off my clothes before pulling back the covers and climbing into bed. The cool air of the room caused goose bumps to break out across my skin, and I pulled the light sheet on top of me. I reached over and shut off the lights before laying back in the extremely comfortable bed. Lying in bed, I let my mind wander to that night's events. Slowly, I ran my fingers slowly down my torso, grabbing my ever slightly hardening cock, still too spent from the earlier festivities, relishing in the slight stickiness from ass juices and strangers cum mixed with my own now dried all over me. I let out a slight laugh and continued to draw my fingers ever lower before lifting my left leg up slightly and shoving a finger into my sloppy, cum-filled hole. I slowly shoved the finger in, loving the slick feeling as it sank in deeply, followed by a second and then a third. After a few minutes of finger fucking myself, I pulled them out and brought my fingers to my nose. I took a deep sniff of them. Fresh cum and ass. My cock twitched slightly, and an evil thought flashed into my mind. Tentatively, I licked the index finger. The flavor of two loads mixed with my ass tasted amazing. I sucked them clean, thinking about what Matt would say if he saw me doing it. I smiled again, and after a second sighed. “Fuck the British twat… he doesn't get a say anymore,” I muttered before turning over, quickly drifted asleep.

Soon I was on my hands and knees so the cameraman could fuck me. It didn't take long for him to get his 12" cock inside me. It hurt a lot for awhile and then it felt good.. Soon he was vigourously stimulating my ass with his toxic cock. It felt really good having that bbc deep inside me. This made me say "UH UH UH UH. Give it to me. I want you to give me your AIDS babies." The camerman said " That turns me on to hear a white guy say he wants my toxic cum." Soon he unloaded a big cum load. He then said "I'd like to do this again." There was no doubt he was going to fuck me a lot in the future.

No HIV positive guys - It was bound to happen It was a week before I was flying to reunite with Connor in New York City. Reunite. That really was the word. I felt like half of me was gone in another place. I could communicate with it, but it felt as if my legs were detached. My brain could tell myself to walk, but I couldn't feel the movement of walking. The hope of seeing Connor again and reconnecting the missing pieces, missing feelings was growing daily. I moved us into the new apartment with Ramon, Seth, John and Bradley. We ran into some of my neighbors while moving. Bradley knew a few of the guys. They were older, late 30s early 40s maybe. They invited us down for drinks once we finished. We were all exhausted after we moved everything. Seth and Ramon bailed on us. Bradley and John went home to change. An hour later John, Bradley and I knocked on my neighbor's door. There was some music playing and we could hear voices. It definitely sounded like a party. Bradley's friend took us inside and introduced us to a couple of people. Everyone was really nice. I was not wearing party/club clothes, but was instead in older running shorts, flip flops, and a tank top. I had just picked what was on the top of the garbage bag (classy, I know) and quickly dressed. I thought it was just drinks at the neighbor's place; not a party. I was a bit embarrassed that I was under-dressed. John told me not to worry, that I looked like the most perfect Jewish bottom boy ever. We laughed, especially since John is the most perfect WASP bottom boy ever. We were at the makeshift bar at this point and one of the guys said; "You're right. He is the most perfect Jewish bottom boy ever." I turned to see who it was and I was stunned. It was the guy who had given the lecture in psychology class my freshman year - the positive guy who said it's the other guy's fault if he doesn't ask my status or ask me to use a condom. My cock twitched. What the fuck was wrong with me. He introduced himself as Rob. He was sexier now than I remembered him. I didn't remember the nice pecs, the great biceps or the amazing smile. He was older, but he was so fucking hot. No wonder guys would forget to ask him to use condoms. We chatted for a bit while I drank my first cocktail. John chatted with Rob's friends. Bradley scouted for his older bottom guy for the evening. We had arrived a little around 8pm. By 10pm guys were thinning out to go to the bars, but most of the crowd stayed. Bradley peaced out with a very well dressed man on his arm. John and I both rolled our eyes - Bradley's type is so expected. It's as if an archetype just keeps churning these guys out to sit on Bradley's cock. I was decently tipsy because I hadn't eaten and had moved furniture all day. I had now been drinking for about 2 hours. The host came into the back yard and asked if a few of us would run to the corner store to buy some vodka. Rob was near me and said he would go and said he would take the "most perfect Jewish bottom boy ever" with him. He looked at me and said, "You moved today. At least I know you can carry things without breaking them." Off we went. It was about a 6 block walk. Rob asked me a lot about myself on the way to the store. He also hit on me blatantly. He told me what a tease I was wearing an outfit that barely covered anything. In truth, my tank top reached almost down to the hem of my shorts so at times it looked like I wasn't wearing any shorts. John had also told me that he cold see my underwear up my leg hole when I sat down earlier at the party. So I just stood the rest of the time. I guess I was dressed like a slut. I tried to explain that I had a boyfriend, had just moved, grabbed what was on top of the bag, didn't know it was a party, etc. Rob listened and then leaned close to me and said, "You are still making me hard you perfect Jewish bottom boy." He asked if I was a bottom. I told him I was. He asked if John was my boyfriend and I laughed and said "No, he's another bottom boy." Rob said, "I bet he'll have some guy's cock up his ass by the time we get back to the party." I explained what a "good boy" John was and how he always made me feel slutty because he would never do things like go to a party and end up getting fucked by a guy he just met there. Rob caught that immediately. He said, "But you have gone to parties and been fucked by guys you met there." I blushed. About a block from the store there was an area with old growth trees that blocked the street lights. It was darker than other areas along the main street. Rob pushed me up against the tree and kissed me. He pushed his body against me and I could feel his hard cock on my thigh. I opened my mouth for him. He invaded my mouth. His hands slipped onto my ass and he said, "Plump ass." He slipped his hands down the back of my shorts and I was wearing a jock strap. He said, "Slutty most perfect Jewish bottom boy wearing easy access jock strap." I kissed him and felt his chest and biceps. He was a well built guy. I felt his cock. It was a good cock - 7", but thick in the right way. I unzipped his pants and took his cock out. I dropped to my knees and swallowed his cock. I was such a fucking slut. I wanted this cock. I knew he was HIV positive and I didn't care. I was on the sidewalk sucking off a guy I had just met at a party. He must've been horny because he did not hold back. I was quickly swallowing his load. He said, "Good boy. I'll have to try that ass later." We got the vodka and headed back to the party. We had probably been gone 30-40 minutes. When we got back the party was probably down to 12-15 guys, including us. I put the vodka in the kitchen and went to find John. This was a typical one story New Orleans house - not a shotgun house; but a typical layout with bedrooms opposite the main living areas and the kitchen in the back leading out to the backyard. I looked through the living areas, checked the backyard, and then the bathroom. There was a guy I had seen speaking with John earlier coming out of the bathroom. I asked if he had seen John. The guy nodded his head to one of the bedroom doors and said, "He's fun." I laughed and said, "I know right." I opened the door to the bedroom. There was John bent over the bed naked getting spitroasted. One guy was fucking his ass while he was sucking another guy's dick. I made a move to check on him and make sure he wasn't being raped. As I stepped closer, I saw that John was drunk but definitely working that cock in his mouth with all his effort. I heard Rob say, "Told you." I turned and Rob was in the doorway. I was kinda turned on by the scene, but also really surprised. I started to leave the room. Rob stopped me and turned me around. He stood me in front of him and had me watch the sex scene. The guy fucking John said he was getting close and John said, "Cum on my back." The guy fucking him pulled his cock out, ripped off the condom, and jerked his load all over John's back. The guy in front then went to fuck John's ass. He put his cock at John's hole and John handed him a condom. "No glove. No love," John said. I relaxed a bit. John may be slutting around, but he was still being safe, per usual. Safe sex poster boy John. He really was a good boy. What was wrong with me. I craved bareback sex. I was actually less turned on my the baseball player shaped hunk plowing WASPy twink John's ass because he was using a condom. I actually felt my cock get softer. I looked at Rob and said, "Want another drink?" We left the bedroom, closed the door and headed to the kitchen. I poured a vodka cranberry and stepped outside. Rob didn't leave my side. He said, "You're right. Your friend is a good boy. He's giving his ass up just like a good bottom boy should." I said, "I know right. He's almost too good. Like I said, he makes me feel like the slutty one most of the time." Rob laughed out loud and hard. He said, "Really? Your friend is in a stranger's bedroom, getting fucked by multiple guys, and doesn't look like he's going to stop anytime soon. All you've done is suck my cock and swallow my load. I think he's taking the slutty prize tonight." I drank some of my drink, wanting to get drunk. Wanting to just say that "I'm sluttier because they wouldn't be using condoms to fuck me. I'm sluttier because I wouldn't stop once we ran out of condoms. I'm sluttier because I love when a guy cums in my ass." But I just stood there and drank my drink. Rob looked at me. He handed me his drink and said he would get himself another. When Rob came back he asked if that was the first time I ever saw John getting fucked. I laughed and told him that John and I met at a party both getting fucked over the same bed. Rob took an ice cube and ran it up the back of my shirt along my spine. I squirmed. He laughed and said stand still. He slipped the ice cube down my ass crack and against my hole. In all the sex I'd ever had with Justin or Connor or Eli or anyone else; I'd never had someone do that before. He pushed and I thought my body would react my tensing up against the cold. Instead my ass popped open and he slipped the small, rapidly reducing ice cube up my ass hole. I was surprised. He did it a few more times. Then I realized I needed to push out all the water or it would all leak out of my ass and down my leg. I went to the bathroom, embarrassed, and sat on the toilet pushing out some water. Luckily, I had cleaned out before I left the house because I thought I would have a couple of drinks and come home and jerk off with a vibrator. I cleaned up, opened the door and Rob was standing there. He asked if I was all clean. He smiled and took a drink. I said that I was. He asked if I wanted to leave. I said, "Not yet. I want to check on John, make sure he is okay, and finish my drink." I wanted Rob, especially after that fucking crazy ass ice trick; but I knew he was HIV positive and I was in no rush to ride his cock. He turned me on so much, but I knew I would be betraying Connor again. And this time I could really hurt him. I was in no rush. If Rob grew bored of me or thought I was a tease, so be it. I opened the bedroom door. The baseball player hunk was laying on the bed obviously in post coital glow. John was sucking off another guy. I went in and sat on the bed. I gave John a questioning look. He leaned over while still jacking the guy off and said, "I'm out of condoms and the host says he doesn't have any more. I'll get this guy off and then I'm ready to go if you want." I said, "Ok. I'll be in the backyard." I went out, shut the door, refreshed my drink and went outside. Rob was sitting in a lawn chair talking with the host. I went over to them. The host asked if John was cool. I said, "He's having fun. Says you are out of condoms though and he's ready to go." Rob almost choked on his drink. He looked at the host and said, "I didn't even know you had condoms." The host looked at Rob warily and said, "Of course I do, but I'm honestly out. And John is out of his own. Either he's getting fucked bareback or he's not getting fucked anymore tonight." I said, "What if other guys want to hookup?" The host said, "My friends don't usually end up with a twink taking multiple cocks in my bed so I wasn't prepared for it." We all laughed. Rob slipped his hand up my shorts leg. I naturally spread my legs. His finger found my hole. He rubbed my wet ass and tried to slip a finger in me. It went in some, but not much. The host asked me if I wanted to hang out after John left. I said sure. John came out in the backyard almost on cue. He said he was ready to go and the baseball player hunk was going to take him home. We hugged and I told him I was going to finish my drink and head out. The host walked them out. He went inside and came out with the guy John had been sucking off. The host said, "One friend is passed out in the guest room. It's just the four of us and I locked the front door. I'm too tired if more people show up/come back." We all laughed. Rob pulled me into his lap. I sat there and spread my legs over his so they were laying outside his thighs. I leaned back against him and drank my drink. The host and the other guest sat in chairs facing us and we all chatted. The host asked if I smoked pot. I said I did and he went inside and came out with a small tray with a few boxes on it. In one there were rolling papers and in another one pot. He rolled a joint and we all smoked. I was really relaxed now. Rob told me to tell them about how John and I met while both getting fucked over the same bed at a party. I told the story. As I did, I could feel Rob's cock growing against my ass. He pushed off my tank top and said, "You've been teasing us with your body all night. Let us see some of it." I let him take it off me. I was drunk, horny, and high and my cock was getting hard in my old running shorts. The other guest said, "Zach, I can see your underwear. I'm guessing you wore those shorts hoping we would see up the legs." I tried to protest that I didn't know it was a party and it was just the stuff on the top of the bag. The guest slipped his hand up the leg of my shorts and said, "Don't worry man. You already saw my cock. Showing off your stuff won't shock us." I felt his hand rub my crotch and he asked, "Jockstrap?" I nodded. He said, "What did John call you?" Rob answered, "John called Zach the most perfect Jewish bottom boy." The host asked, "Are you?" I blushed and drunkenly said I was. Rob said, "You wear a jockstrap when you want to get fucked don't you?" I said, "I wear one almost every day." Rob asked I've I'd been fucked yet today. I said I hadn't. The host said, "But you want to get fucked don't you." I said, "Yes." Rob stood me up and slid the running shorts down my legs. I stepped out of them. I looked back at him and kissed him. I undid his pants and took out his cock. I bent over to suck his dick, showing the other guys my ass framed by the jockstrap. I felt their hands on my ass. I then felt some slickness on my ass as one of the guys put some lubed my ass. I heard clothes dropping to the ground. I felt fingers ease into my ass. It wasn't long before there were three fingers inside me. I heard one of the guys say, "Sweet ass." The fingers were removed. I felt a cock head push at my hole. He pushed and it hurt a bit. The angle was wrong. I came up off the Rob's cock, said "more lube," and then grabbed the bare cock and aimed it at my ass. The cock slid right inside me. I knew without a doubt that one of these older guys was in me bareback right now. I had felt his bare cock when I lined it up to my hole. He called me a hot slut as he fucked me. He kept asking me how I liked his dick. I would either say it felt great or I would mumble something around Rob's cock. I heard the guy say he was going to cum. As I was trained to do, I popped my head up off Rob's cock and said, "Do it! Cum in me." The guy blew his load in my ass and I went back to sucking Rob's cock. The second guy slid his cock in me next and I knew he was bareback too. Another guy whose name I didn't know and whose status I hadn't asked. I knew he was in me bareback because there weren't anymore condoms in the house. He rode me for maybe 3 minutes before his cock blew in my ass. He withdrew. I turned around and saw both guys walking into the house. I didn't know which order they'd fucked me in. But now I was lowering myself onto Rob's cock. Rob's cock. I knew he was positive because he had spoken to my class. I knew I hadn't discussed HIV status with him. I knew neither of us had condoms. I knew his raw cock was sliding inside my hole as I was thinking all these thoughts. I was riding his cock and jerking mine. I was thinking about how Rob said it was my responsibility to ask about HIV status and how it was my responsibility to ask him to use a condom. I was thinking I wanted his cum in my ass. His positive cum. This man who made me rock hard telling me how irresponsible I had been in my freshman psychology class now had his raw cock inside me. I squeezed my ass and his friends' cum lubed him more as it slid out my ass and around his cock. I rode him harder as I was getting closer to cumming. I told him I was going to cum soon. He said he was too. I got so turned on thinking about it that I started cumming and almost screamed, "Do it! Cum in my ass." Rob pulled me down on his cock's full length and exploded inside me. His positive cum was inside my ass. FUCK! I slipped off Rob's cock and laid on the grass. Rob looked at me and then got on the grass with me. He said, "You really are the most perfect Jewish bottom boy and you have an amazing ass." He slipped a finger inside me as we laid there. He said, "Your ass is so wet with our cum. You like getting cum in your ass don't you?" I said I did. We just laid there. He ruminated a bit and said something about Tulane. I said, "You spoke to my psychology class my freshman year." He said, "Oh really?" I said yes and told him what I remembered about his talk. He said, "But you didn't ask my status or ask me to use a condom." I said, "I know." He said, "Most of the guys I fuck from those classes seek me out. They never ask my status. They know it. They never ask me to use a condom." I was a bit surprised. As he slipped his hard cock back into my well fucked ass he said, "That's why I've been giving those talks for years. And I always will. So many of you college boys want my poz cock that I never lack a hot young ass to fuck." I moaned as he fucked me. This time he lasted longer, but after about ten minutes I was begging him for another poz load. Once I left the house, I felt incredibly guilty. What had I just done to Connor? What had I just done to myself?

They opened the door and there stood a huge black guy. He looked like a pro football linebacker. He had to be 6.5 feet tall and was solid muscle. He stepped into the room and shut the door as the other guys left. I was standing over by the desk in the room and had poured a few shots of the Everclear into my glass while the guys were getting ready to leave. I didn’t bother to mix anything with it and as I drank it down I could feel the burn. The black guy said his name was James. He looked to be in his late 30s. He said that he hoped that the previous guys hadn’t worn me out as he was looking forward to shooting a couple of loads up my ass. He began to get undressed as I got my popper bottle and began taking hits from it. I told him that my hole was hungry for cock and it was his to use for his pleasure. As he took his shirt off I just starred in awe at the mass of muscle this guy had. I couldn’t have resisted if I wanted to. This guy could crush me if he wanted to. His abs rippled as he began to undo his belt and my hole began to twitch in anticipation. James suggested that I drink a few more shots of alcohol as I was probably going to need it. I was already quite drunk and high from the alcohol, Vicodin and poppers but I thought why not. As I dropped a couple of ice cubes into the empty glass and then filled it with the Everclear, James explained that he was not gay. He was into women and had no interest in sucking or even playing with a guy. The problem was that most women would not let him fuck them. A guy was just a willing hole to dump his load in. I had taken a couple sips of my drink and was about to ask James why women wouldn’t let him fuck them, when he undid his pants and began to take them off. I almost spit out the mouthful of alcohol as his cock came into view! His cock was still soft, but the head dangled between his knees. It had to be 12” long. As I gulped down the alcohol in my mouth I gave a little gasp. “It will grow another inch as it gets hard. When fully hard it is just over 13” and 2 ½” across. Most women can’t even take just the head, let alone the full length. But you are going to feel every inch of it in your ass, so you better drink up.” I knew that his monster was going to tear my hole wide open. Yet my cock was bobbing up and down as if saying, YES. YES. I downed the rest of the alcohol in my glass and then grabbed my popper bottle and moved over to the bed. As James finished undressing he walked over to the foot of the bed. I leaned over to take his cock into my mouth, but he pushed me away. “The only hole I am interested in is your boy pussy. Now hand me the lube.” He applied a generous amount of lube to his cock and began stroking it which caused to rapidly begin to harden. Within a minute, he was fully erect. I just watched in awe as I kept taking one hit of poppers after another. James then told me to lean over the edge of the bed with my ass up. As I did he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a can of Maximum Impact which he quickly sprayed onto one of the towels that were on the bed. I took one last hit of poppers and then capped my bottle. “You are going to need a little of this while I get the head in”, James said as he reached around me and held the towel to my nose. I could feel the head of his cock slide between my cheeks. As the head found my opening I exhaled and then buried my face in the towel James held in front of me and then inhaled deeply. I only lost consciousness for about 30 seconds, but that was enough for James to get the head in. When I regained consciousness, I became aware of this huge fullness. I felt like my insides had been stretched to their max. I felt him press a little bit further into me and with the pressure against my prostate, I became aware of a steady stream of fluid emanating from my cock. James continued to slowly work his cock further into me using short but firm strokes. When he got about 8 inches into me pleasure began to turn to pain. The combination of my insides being torn up the night before and the thickness of his cock, the pain became too much and I asked him to stop. James pulled his cock out apologizing for hurting me. I assured him it was okay. As the head popped out of my hole I suddenly felt empty. James noticed some red streaks along his cock and again began to apologize. I told him that it excited me that he had stretched me that far as I went and got a wet washcloth for him to clean his cock with. As he cleaned up an idea came to me. I asked him if he wanted to hang around for a little bit as I would like to try again. James said he doubted we would have any more success but if I wanted to try he would stick around. I poured him a drink and he sat down in the easy chair in the room. I brought up some straight porn on my computer for us to watch as I dug in my shave kit for my bottle of Oxycontin. Knowing that I was still high from all the alcohol and the Vicodin I had taken, I was hoping that the half a tablet of Oxy would be enough. Grinding it up I put it into a glass and added about three shots of the Everclear. I explained to James what I was doing as I sucked the mixture into a syringe and then injected it as far up my ass as it would go. I immediately felt the burn of the alcohol, but soon the warmth of the Oxy took over. Then I poured myself a drink that was mostly alcohol and sat down to watch the porn with James while I waited for the Oxy to take effect. As we watched the porn, James slowly stroked his massive cock, keeping it erect. I played with mine as well, although between not taking any Cialis and all the alcohol my erection was beginning to subside. James said he was single, as most women wanted nothing to do with him once they saw the size of his cock. He admitted that it really was a curse having that large a cock. Although he did enjoy playing with it. It had been almost 4 years since he had been with a woman and that one would only jerk him off. I felt sorry for him which only made me more determined to get him fully in my ass. We had been watching the porn and talking for about 20 minutes and I had three more drinks to his one. I was now very drunk and very high. The video we were watching ended so I brought up another one. This one was a gay one with a big black cock fucking a white guy. I fast forwarded through the beginning until the point that the fucking began. As the video started playing, I noticed James’ cock got a little harder and he was stroking it a little faster. I went over and sat on the edge of the bed and began taking nonstop hits from my popper bottle. I noticed that James’ cock was beginning to leak precum which he rubbed around the head. A few more hits of poppers and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. It was now or never. I laid back on the bed with my butt cheeks on the edge. I spotted the can of Maximum Impact that James had brought and sprayed some onto a towel. I looked over at James who was now watching me and said, “Come fuck me with that massive cock. I want every inch of it in me!” Walking over to the bed, James bent down and lifted my feet up, hoisting them up until they were on his shoulders. Then he poured some lube onto his cock and lined it up with my hole. As I felt the head press against me, I held the towel to my nose and inhaled deeply. I felt my eyes roll back as my hole opened accepting his head inside. With steady pressure James quickly slid 8” into me. I tried my best to push back against him feeling his cock hit resistance. Putting the towel back over my nose and mouth, I again inhaled deeply. Suddenly I felt my internal organs shifting around inside of me and the last 5 inches of James’ cock slid in. I felt his massive ball sac slap against my ass cheeks as he hit bottom. The look on his face was pure heaven. He asked me if I was okay and I told him I was more than okay. Looking down at my stomach I could see the bulge created by his cock buried deep inside me. He slowly pulled out a couple of inches and then pushed back in, slowly at first but then a little faster. As his strokes got faster, he began pulling out further each time and slamming back in harder. His grip around my legs kept me from being pushed away. I grabbed my popper bottle and took a few more hits and then I heard myself saying, “Pound my ass with your fuck meat. Ruin my hole. Permanently stretch it so it never closes again.”. Even though my cock was no longer erect, a steady stream of cum was running out of it, coating my stomach. I could tell from his facial expression that James was getting close to cumming. I wondered how his balls weren’t in pain from the force they were slapping against me. I tried to tighten my hole and milk James’ cock but I couldn’t. He was now pulling out about 10 inches on each stroke and then jack hammering back into me. Suddenly he stiffened and buried his cock all the way in me and held it there. I could feel the pulsing begin and see the bulge in my stomach going up and down in perfect timing with his contractions. And then I felt it unleash a huge volume of cum coating my insides. As the contractions slowed to a stop, James said that he had never cum like that in his life. I told him neither had I as I looked at my own cum that had been forced out of my prostate coating my stomach and chest. After he had recovered from his orgasm he withdrew his shrinking cock from my hole. I expected to feel my insides and my hole begin to contract, but I didn’t. As James lowered my legs and stepped away, I reached down and felt my hole. It was still wide open with a steady stream of cum mixed with blood running out of it. James again asked if I was going to be okay and I reassured him. I just lay there in post coital bliss as he headed to the bathroom to clean himself up. When he came back, he said that he had never experienced anything like this before. He had shot every bit of cum he had in me and didn’t think he would be able to get it up again for a week. We both laughed. As he began to get dressed, I told him that I had thoroughly enjoyed it and that I would love to get together with him again sometime. He agreed and gave me his phone number before he said goodbye and left. I looked over to the clock on the nightstand and saw it was 4AM. I checked to be sure the door was locked and then crawled into the bed and passed out.

This was about 20 years ago, but it was such a hot and crazy scene that I still remember it vividly. I was in Daytona Beach, FL on business. Staying at a hotel right on the beach. Next door to the hotel was a public toilet and shower facility with public beach parking. I had some free time one afternoon, so I decided to see if there was any action going on in the restroom/shower facility. I walked in and went into one of the two stalls that separated the urinal area from the shower stall. There was a peephole in the metal wall separating my stall and the 3 urinals. There were no partition walls between urinals, so peeking through the peephole gave me a clear shot of all 3 urinals. I sat in the stall for about 20 minutes watching various guys come in to take a pee. Saw some really hot dicks. Saw a couple of guys stroking each other off at the urinals. A couple of the guys would also bend over and suck on the dick next to him, until they'd get interrupted by someone else coming into the restroom. So, there was definitely some action going on in this restroom. I was enjoying being a voyeur and stroking my dick in the stall. But then it became kind of quiet in the restroom for awhile, so I decided I'd leave. Just as I was washing my hands I heard the heavy metal door scraping against the concrete floor. Someone else was coming in. So, I lingered at the sink to see who it was. In came a young man in his late 20's. Very handsome, 5'11", 185, in great shape with washboard abs and muscular arms. All he was wearing was a speedo with a towel wrapped over his shoulders, his flip flops slapping against the concrete floor as he walked in. He was pushing an umbrella type stroller with a year old baby boy that was struggling to stay awake. Oddly, the young daddy stepped up to the urinal that was right next to the sink I was standing at, in stead of the urinal at the other end, which is what most guys would have done for more privacy. He pulled down the front of his speedos and pulled out a gorgeous looking piece of meat that appeared to be about 8"s, uncut, with tightly curled black pubes that looked like they'd been carefully trimmed and sculpted. I was trying to be inconspicuous as I looked out of the corner of my eyes at his beautiful cock. But when I did turn my head slightly to get a better view, our eyes met. I was embarrassed at getting caught staring at his dick. But he gave me a friendly smile then began to slowly stroke his cock to show it off for me. His cock began to grow as he slowly slid his hand up and down his growing shaft. This young daddy's swelling cock was causing my own cock to swell again. But seeing his drowsy baby just behind him in the stroller was kind of freaking me out. The speedo hunk finally turned to me and said, "Sorry to ask this of you, buddy. But I want to wash this salt water off. If you have time, could you just keep an eye on my son as I quickly rinse this salt off?" "Sure. Of course", I said. He turned and walked back to where his sleeping son was. He pulled his speedos down and stepped out of them. His nearly fully hard cock stuck straight ahead of him. He didn't seem to be embarrassed at all as he stepped out of his speedos and hung them on the handle of the stroller, along with his towel. He was now completely naked, except for his flip flops as he walked into the shower stall. I leaned against the wall, next to his baby, as he turned on the water and waited for the water to warm up. "Shit! I forgot the soap. Could you reach in that bag on my stroller? There's a small bar of soap and a small shampoo bottle. Could you just hand those to me, please?" "Ya, sure. No problem", I said. I opened the small bag and found the soap and shampoo. I walked to the opening of the shower stall and handed them to him. His wet hand brushed mine as I handed them off to him. I glanced down at his cock. It was now at full hardness, sticking straight up, with beautiful, low hangers below. He bent over to place the shampoo bottle on the floor, giving be a great view of his solid, bubble butt. I lingered at the shower opening as he began to soap up his muscled body. His soapy fingers repeatedly lathering up his cock, balls and asscrack. Stroking his cock with the soapy lather as he looked me in the eye. I didn't bother to walk back to the stroller with his now asleep baby boy in it. I leaned against the wall of the shower opening as I watched this hunky dad showing off for me. He was making me horny as hell. I wanted to touch that beautiful cock. He rinsed the soap off then took a step towards me. His hard cock sticking up at a 45 degree angle. I stepped towards him and wrapped my fingers around his cock. Knowing that the loud sound of the metal door scraping the floor would give us warning if someone came in, I then dropped to my knees on the wet floor and took his cock into my mouth. He let out a soft moan as I began to suck his cock. One of my hands was massaging his balls, as I reached between his legs with my other hand and rubbed his puckered asshole. All the while, my mouth made love to his cock. It didn't take long for him to finally arch his back, let out a low growl as his sweet juice filled my mouth. I milked every drop I could from his cock. Then he quickly pulled his now softening cock from my lips, took another turn under the water to rinse off, turned off the water and stepped past me, walking towards his son in the stroller. "Thanks", was all he said as he dried off with his towel that was draped over the stroller handle, along with his speedo. He stepped into and pulled up his speedo and stuffed his nearly soft cock back into the the speedo. Taking hold of the stroller, he then quickly exited the restroom with the stroller. "Daddy..!!" I heard a young girls voice exclaim outside. "What the HELL have you been doing in there for so long?", I heard a woman's voice say. "I was about to come in to find you", she said again. "I had to wait for the shower. It was being used", he said. "Well, come on. I want to get these kids bathed and cleaned up", she barked as they headed for their car in the parking lot. As weird as it was to have this dad's young baby right there as I sucked off his daddy. It was also kind of hot, knowing that this "Str8" young father didn't care. He just wanted his dick sucked.

"Bobby did you see the look in Uncle John's eyes when he bred your boyhole? Could you feel his cock take possession of you? You are a boy and your purpose is to give yourself to men. Some men like me can be the Daddy you need but other men like John you will allow to use your body to remind you that you should be used." John was slowly fucking his cum in my as Daddy told me and I nodded and continued sucking my thumb as I listened and enjoyed John's fucking as I was flying. "Bobby you should thank uncle John and ask if you could clean his cock." "Thank you, uncle John, for letting me give you my body and may I suck you clean?" "Oh, fuck! This keeps getting better. Yeah Bobby lick my cummy cock.". John said as he pulled out and walked around and pushed his cock into my mouth. I immediately noticed my boyhole was empty and I didn't like that. Henry did a line as I sucked John then came back and pushed back into my boyhole. I started to suck John more and he told Henry that he hopes Bobby will let them use him again after Henry leaves. Hearing that he was leaving reminded me he was only on vacation and we couldn't be together for long and I became very sad and started crying. John pulled out but Henry kept fucking me as I told him I didn't want him to go. He told John to fuck my face and as John pushed back into my crying mouth Henry spoke. " Bobby yes I will be gone in a week and you'll need to get use to falling in love with every Daddy and then hurting when they leave as most will. But you will learn to find another and you can let men like uncle John use your boypussy while you wait for Daddy. Now stop your crying as I plan on spending a lot of time this week with you and if I want to see you crying you will learn how much some Daddies like making boys cry." Henry and John both started fucking me harder and then Tony walked into the room. "Oh no. What are you doing to Bob?" "Tony, don't get your feathers ruffled. Bobby gave himself to us." "He's crying!" Henry told John to pull out but Henry kept fucking as he told me to tell Tony what I wanted. "Tony, I want this. They didn't force me. I'm crying because I don't want my new Daddy to leave already" Tony stood there quiet and watched as John started to fuck my face again and I watched as Tony's cock started to rise. "Let's all take a break. And I'll take Bobby to the guest room and quiet him down as John you fill Tony in on everything. But first, Tony Bobby is going to need a plug so he doesn't drip everywhere" Tony brought back a plug and Daddy pulled out his cock and pushed the plug in easily. He then told Tony that I'll need a bigger one before the night was over. Henry led me to a guest room and he sat down and told me to clean his cock while he told me what will be happening this coming week. Tony couldn't believe what John told him and said he should have had Henry visit a year ago.

Ivan slammed the rear door shut on the moving truck. It made a huge bang, metal colliding with metal. He had already excused his crew earlier, splitting the day's job tip but making sure to take a hefty sum for himself. He entered the drivers cabin. "Here's a cold beer," Roberto climbed into the passenger side, tossing a bottle. "I ran down to the corner deli. We fuckin' deserve this!" "Yes. Thank you," Ivan grabbed the bottle, twisted the cap off and took a big gulp of the cold beer. "Fuck. That good," he said, matter-of-factly. "OK, I drop you home now." He started the engine and placed his beer down and entered the traffic lane. Rush hour was over so the streets of Brooklyn were not so congested. He weaved around corners carefully and took swigs from the bottle every few blocks. Roberto was already on his second bottle when they were driving through the southside of Williamsburg. The truck made a right and moved along the avenue, passing older warehouses that were rapidly converting into overpriced housing, bars and restaurants. As the truck progressed north through several neighborhoods, it passed a tall, brick apartment building. Ivan slowed down a little, peering out the window looking up at the residential tower. He smiled and Roberto noticed. "Watup?" Roberto asked. "What's that face for?" Ivan grabbed his beer and swallowed. "I fuck cunt there once," he said flatly. "Fucking amazing open cunt!" "Really?" Roberto sipped on his beer. "What was she like?" Ivan looked over at Roberto, assessing the situation carefully. "I not say it woman. It was man." "O que você disse?!?" Roberto was stunned, almost dropping his beer. "Repeat that?!?" "I said it man. This man had mancunt. It was fuckin' amazing." Ivan drank from his beer again. "Best fuck I had all year." "MANCUNT? Tell me more," Roberto asked, curious. "He into kinky sTuff." Ivan continued. "He had all this fisting porn that I packed up..." "GETTHEFUKOUT!" Roberto yelled. "You mean he was one of our clients?!?" "Yeah," Ivan swallowed from the beer. "I move him with other team. Few months ago." "Holy fuck." Roberto was surprised. "Go on!" "I notice he keep looking at me. You know, those gay man look at your crotch first, then your face." Roberto nodded, laughing in agreement. "He do that all day. And I see all his porn. He good looking guy. Younger than me, about your age, muscular. Manly." Roberto took another sip. "I always hear gay man give best blowjob," Ivan continued. "So I make him know it ok." "Yeah," Roberto commented, "..that's true. The fags give the best head." It was Ivan's turn now to be surprised. "You have sex with man before?" He asked matter-of-fact. "Of course! Come on Ivan! I'm fucking Brazilian! Look at me!" He held up both his arms spreading his chest proudly as a bit of beer spilled out of the bottle. Both men started laughing and crashed their bottles in a toast. "So then what?" "Well I go go back his place after last job that day and we parTied." Ivan declared. "ParTy?" Roherto asked. "You mean with drugs?" "Yes." "I didn't realize you get into that, man." Roberto placed his free hand on his crotch, brushing against a growing bulge. "I didn't. I didn't know anything about parTy. That first time. He had this stuff called Tina. Wow. It made me so horny. Never feel that horny-ever! We fucked and I fist him. Amazing mancunt. Lips like pussy. But taste better." "You went down on hIs asshole?" Roberto was genuinely shocked. Never in a million years would he ever expect Ivan to eat a man's asshole. "Yeah. His hole special. Pretty hole. It get Big and puffy. Mancunt lips. It look better than real pussy. Felt better than pussy!" Ivan grabbed the large bulge in his pants also. Roberto noticed. That's a big monster you got in there," Roberto smiled. "He able to take that? And you FISTED him?!?" "Oh yes. He have no problem. I tell you this special mancunt." Ivan looked over at Roberto who was now stroking his long cock through his pants. "You like this?" "Yeah, turns me on listening to you. I like to parTy once in awhile. But not easy to find a hot chick into it, you know?" Roberto finished his beer. "Either they aren't too hot looking or too used-up, you know what I'm sayin'?" "I understand." Ivan replied. Behind them, sirens wailed so Ivan pulled the truck over, pausing on the side of the road. "You know, we should plan parTy with this guy." Ivan took a swig from the bottle. "What?!?" Roberto leaned over on his seat. "You. Me. Him. ParTy." Ivan leaned over and grabbed Roberto's hard cock and squeezed. "I see you like this idea. We can have fun with his mancunt with our big dicks. I know he will like it. We will like it." Roberto smiled, grabbing two more beers, handing one to Ivan. "Sounds like a good plan," he said. The sirens that had been behind the truck passed them quickly and faded away after a block or two ahead of their truck. "Let's maKe it special!" Roberto toasted.

I helped Chance off the floor of the bathroom. He reeked of vomit. I sat him down on the lid of the toilet and turned to start the shower. "You've got such a beautiful ass," Chance said meekly. He hadn't been able to keep down much food and it was obvious it was taking its toll. I helped him stand up, and pulled his underwear off. He rested his head on my shoulder and I held him momentarily. I carefully got him situated and leaned him up against the wall of the shower. I peeled off my clothes and stepped in with him. The water was hotter than I wanted, so I started fidgeting with the temps until it was just on the border of cool and cold. Chance grunted loudly as the spray hit him. I wanted to bring his temperature down some, so I let the water crash into his skin for a bit. I marveled at the way the water looked as it dripped down his chest. After a few minutes, he was starting to shiver. He reached over and pulled me close to him. I grabbed the soap and started to work up a lather. "Will you answer my question now?" In his weakened state, he didn't care about patience. I began soaping him up without answering his inquiry. I got him cleaned of the sweat and puke that had soaked into his pores. "Stay," I commanded before I opened the sliding door. I stepped out and grabbed mouthwash off the counter and coined back in. After swishing twice he smelled fresh and alive. Not ready to vacate the cool water, I switched our positioning, so his back was against the water. He looked down, letting the water run through his short hair. I took a good look at him. His cock was flaccid, his skin seemed pale and tepid. Despite this, it was still beautiful to see him. He had an air of fragility. He needed me. I started to think about what I was going to say to him. Did I want to have this talk now? Or should I wait till after he's recovered? He must have sensed my contemplation, "What's on your mind?" Lots. Everything. There wasn't enough time in the world to vocally express everything. I had to be select. I asked shortly, "is this what I'd have to look forward to?" "Maybe. Sometimes you get sick, sometimes you don't." He wasn't energetic enough to sugar coat and I appreciated the blunt honesty, "and no." "No?" "If you get sick, I'll have been there before you, know what to expect. I'll be able to take care of you." "Oh," I had to stop and think before continuing, "are you scared?" The question came out abruptly, innocently and he chuckled lightly, "A little." "Of what?" "Losing you," he paused, "and Sam." He looked up into my eyes and his eyes resembled sapphires. I couldn't stop myself. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. He kissed me back, taking the small of my back into his hands, holding me tight against him. Countless gallons of water later, we stepped out. I toweled him off and we went into the living room and affluent the day watching movies naked. He had no energy for sex, which I was fearful of still. I knew we'd figure that out later, but as much as he needed me now, I needed him forever. There was no way I could leave him. A week later, Chance was feeling near perfect and I was immensely grateful for that. I was sitting on the couch playing a game on my laptop. Chance was watching tv next to me. It was early evening, the sky filling with tangerines and mangos. I heard a click behind me and turned my head. Sam was standing in the entryway of the house. His face was stern and focused. He looked around the room before he looked at me, "Hey."

We were sitting in the steam room at the gym, Chance and I. I'd always liked the steam, the way it made my high feel. Smoke a bowl, patter my way through a workout, jump in the steamer. We were nice and sweaty when Chance mentioned going out. "We should go do something tonight." "Like what?" He cocked his eyebrow, "Bathhouse?" I felt my hole shudder at the thought. It wasn't uncommon for Chance to take Sam or I to the bathhouse for our sexual congresses. I think he got off on watching the guys watch us. He's always prompted us to look our best when we arrive. He liked having trophies, especially trophies with surprises. Essentially he wants you to lust after our tight asses, then ruin your fantasy by revealing how wrecked he's kept our holes. It's a power play to him. I can only grunt a response, lost in my hazy memories of previous visits. Our eyes locked momentarily and it broke me from my trance. He looked down at his cock, which was slowly stiffening, then looked back at me, eyes loaded with expectation. I took the cue and maneuvered myself between his legs on the bench below him. Not in any rush, I slowly teased the insides of his thighs with my tongue, tasting the salty sweet sweat he was building up. I ran my hands up his legs, feeling the curvature of his calves, then his hamstrings. I moved my head in closer to his hips and breathed in the intoxicating smell of his ball sweat. It affected me like poppers and I started lapping at his balls, gently taking them into my mouth and swirling my tongue around them. It was my way of thanking them for producing the cum I have grown to crave. His cock was standing proud at a full, thick eleven inches, the weight of it resting on my face as I worshipped his balls. Thoroughly satisfied with the tongue bath they'd received, I started a long slow drag of the tongue up his shaft. At the base, he began a long, slow moan. I gripped his legs tightly and made my way to the head. The sensitive under belly of the shaft radiated pleasure through his body. He shuddered and before the ripple of pleasure finished running through his veins, I had engulfed his head with my mouth, eliciting a loud, guttural groan, surely audible from inside. I began working his cock carefully, drawing moans from him with ease. He filled his hands with my hair and started helping to guide me asking his shaft. He pulled on it gently, wringing it of the saturated sweat it held. It coursed down my spine, tingling and stimulating the muscles it contacted. It reached the top of my ass and slowed momentarily. Instinctively, I arched my back and the motion caused it to begin a tediously slow drip down the crack of my ass. I held my breath and filled my throat with Chance's cock. The stream of sweat hit my exposed hole, causing it to dilate and retract abruptly. I moaned lewdly, vibrating Chance's cock. He pulled me off his cock, letting the spit and precum create a string between my mouth and his cock. I moved up to kiss him and then got up to leave. I shakily rose to grab a towel and follow him through the columns of lockers. The other guys changing watched Chance proudly strut to his locker, fully erect with me following closely behind, shamefully covering myself with the towel. They watched him dress in awe and jealousy over his physique. We dressed and headed home. A steady stream of smoke was wafting from the underside of the door to the house. It had the sweet pungent aroma of weed and we exchanged glances before entering. Opening the door, we were greeted by a wave of smoke and soft moans. Framed by the window behind, the silhouette of a man on his back getting fucked by another filled our vision. It took a moment for our eyes to adjust to the shift in light. Once they had, we saw that Sam was getting fucked by our long time friend, Ryan. Ryan was another alpha male in our group, trumped only by Chance. He played rougher than Chance and was a great deal of fun in group play. Closer examination showed the two passing smoke between each other as Ryan pounded away at Sam's hole. A bong was sitting on the table. Chance and I went into the kitchen to get dinner ready while they finished. After a roaring orgasm from Ryan, Sam came in the kitchen, completely naked. He opened the fridge and bent down to grab something from the back of it. A stream of cum running down his thigh indicated that Ryan either had multiple goes or Sam had multiple guests during our workout. Neither of which really surprised me. Upon seeing this, I quickly grabbed his hips and dropped to my knees. A close look at the swollen, cum splattered lips of his ass made me salivate. I planned my lips around his hole and took in a deep breath, sucking out his stored loads. His soft whimper was followed by a gentle push of the muscles, filling my mouth with cum. I stood, spanked him and flipped him around, pushing him against the fridge. I kissed him, tonguing the cum into his mouth. Ryan and Chance stood watching, striking their cocks till we finished. Swallowing, I turned back to the food I was preparing as if nothing happened. During dinner, Chance announced our plans for the night, and Ryan readily agreed to join. We finished eating dinner and got ready, thoroughly cleaning ourselves out. Chance took longer than usual in the shower and we concluded that he wanted to look especially hot that night. We quickly jumped in Ryan's Jeep and be started driving. During the trip, Chance was glued to his phone. I saw Sam try to look over his shoulder, but it seemed that he didn't see anything and sat back, placed his hand on my knee and checked out. The outside of the baths was nothing special, a red door with an 18+ sign taped to it. I took the handle and felt a warm rush course through me. Adrenalin probably. The guy behind the counter was a friend of Sam's. It was unclear if it was some guy he'd banged, or just a friend, but he let us in regardless, handing Chance a small Ziploc bag, the contents of which we couldn't see. We followed behind him, descending the narrow, darkly lit staircase into the pits. We walked past a group using a twink's holes. They paused to watch us pass. I felt a stir in my stomach. The smell of sex was awakening my inner whore. We got to the middle of the maze, a large amphitheater-like room with a bed centered in the middle. This was where Chance wanted us. He wanted an audience for tonight. Sam and I sat on the bed. Chance and Ryan nodded and we began kissing. They turned and left, leaving Sam and I alone in the space. We kept kissing and gripping each other's clothes, tugging and pulling them away from or skin, but not removing them. Within minutes, a few guys stumbled into the room. We continued making out, getting thrilled at their watching. Suddenly, the room began filling up with horny guys of all types. The ambient music hushed and the room darkened. Silence filled the room. We stopped kissing momentarily, wondering what was going on. A single light flashed on above us and Chance stood behind us, Ryan in front and two other guys we didn't recognize on either side. Chance had a microphone. He spoke into it. "Welcome guys! You've all been asked here to witness something incredible. I'm certain you've noticed a higher cover tonight than usual, but we have a show for you." Applause. He continued, "Tonight you're going to watch the most intimate thing a man can do for another. Tonight. One of these fine young men on stage will be going home...different." Sam and I exchanged glances cautiously. Something was up. What did he mean different? I felt my heart stop momentarily. Chance turned and smiled at us. I felt my concern melt. I trusted him monumentally. Sam relaxed too. Whatever it was, he wanted it and that's ok. Chance reached to his back pocket and pulled out the baggie. It had four small pills of varying color. He fingered the bag open and thumbed out two pills. He spoke into the mic again. "These two little sluts in the bed are my boyfriends." He handed each of us a pill and introduced us by our full names to the guys around the room. Mine was blue. "The gentleman across from me is Ryan. He's going to help me keep these boys primed and ready for our little show. To my right is Ryan's brother, who's here to assist in case of a struggle. He's very adapt with bondage, you see." We dry swallowed the pills. They clearly were e and they left a strong chemical taste in the back of my throat. "Across from him is the man who will...shall we say...transform the lucky guy tonight. Let's hear it for Shane!" At that point the crowd cheered loudly. I turned and looked him over. He was wearing a black leather harness, a real bull of a man. I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was a mean looking son of a bitch. "Let's get this party started!" Chance turned to us and smiled widely. "Kiss. Make love with each other till I tell you otherwise." He'd pulled the mic away so only we could hear him. Sam pulled me into him and started kissing me passionately. He took the front of my shirt in his hands and with a strong tug, tore it from my body. I pushed him back, pulling the buttons off his shirt, leaving his bare chest exposed to the room. The men grew quiet. We were grinding on one another as the music started. I recognized the dirty beat. It was a trashy, trashy song by one of those famous DJs. We found ourselves taking on the music's tone with our movements. Sam was incredibly assertive with his groping. He tugged my pants off and I reciprocated. Soon we were naked, grinding our cocks against each other, precum soaking our stomachs. The drugs seemed to hit all at once. The lights seemed inconceivably bright, and I suddenly wished they were dimmer. As the song ended, Chance spoke to the crowd again, "How you guys doing it there?" The yells and clapping indicated that they were pleased with Sam and my actions. "You ready for us to move into something else?" Another round of cheers. Chance nodded and turned to us again. "On all fours boys, face to face. Don't stop kissing." We changed positions and the four men around us changed positions. Chance took his place behind me, pulling up a duffel bag I didn't see him bring in. Ryan moved behind Sam, also pulling out a bag. They opened it and from over Sam's shoulder I saw toy after toy held up for the audience to see. Suddenly I felt something warm and extremely wet against my hole. I grabbed the back of Sam's head and held him close. Something pushed against my hole, small, a finger probably. I had relaxed enough to let it in when I felt my hole stretch open significantly. A moment later and Chance's fist sunk into me. I broke the kiss momentarily to cry out in surprise, but Sam pulled me back into the kiss. He flinched and moaned into my mouth. I couldn't see what was in him, but his reaction told me it was big. Chance wasted no time in fucking me with his fist, going from a few thrusts to full on punch fisting. I was used to this kind of fucking, but it usually involved more of a build up. He wasn't merciful that night. Sam must have been getting fucked pretty hard as well, as his face would push close against mine with each thrust. The drugs numbed the pain shortly after and it felt just like getting fucked by your average cock. With a loud pop, Chance evacuated my rectum, leaving my hole wide and gaping. Something cold pressed against my hole and I felt it dilate to accommodate a longer object. Some kind of toy. As it pushed deeper, I felt my hole expand. Some kind of tapered dildo. He fucked me hard with it, pulling it all the way out, then punching its entirety into me. Sam's breathing intensified sharply and then he stopped moving, his lips pressed against mine. Toy after toy, they made their ways through their bags, wrecking our holes. Eventually my hole stopped trying to retract, staying slack and pliable. I felt something taper my hole open as wide as it could go, then it sealed itself in me. A plug. A huge one from my guess. A slow ache ran circles around my hole that made me shudder through my drugged haze. Chance's voice echoed through the silent room of men, "I think it's time, what do you say?" The room went hysterical. It sounded fuller than before. It seemed like the volume of men doubled since I last heard them. Ryan's brother moved to us and helped us rotate so we were ass to ass and on our backs. He pulled my plug free and I looked down to see just how big it was. My eyes widened when I saw it. Easily the largest thing I've ever taken, I marveled at the thought of what my hole must look like. He began pulling from Sam's ass, and I watched a giant horse sized cock pull from the depths of Sam's chasm. Ryan's brother then pulled out a massive 28inch double-headed dildo and started working one end into me. Given the previous toy, it took no effort. Then he guided the other half into Sam. I felt myself opening more as Sam got closer. Soon our holes were pressed against each other tightly. Ryan's brother grabbed a set of harnesses and fastened them to our legs and hips. As a final touch, he pulled out a padlock and secured a strap from each harness to the other, locking us together, hilted by a massively thick dildo. He ran his hands along our stomachs, pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of his work before stepping back into the audience. Ryan left at this point as well and we were left alone on stage with Chance and Shane. I could feel my heartbeat in my hole. It quickened now, with the realization that whatever Chance had planned was about to happen. They stood momentarily on either side of us. I looked up with pleading eyes at Chance, who bent down and kissed me with so much intensity it could only be referred to as reverence. He turned to Sam and kissed him as well. It felt like a goodbye. Something, some part of us was about to leave forever. Chance turned and walked around the table, stepping in front of Shane and bent down, with his face in between Sam and I. With a wicked thrust, Shane pushed his cock into Chance. The room filled with a bellow cast from the depths of Chance's soul. Shane began relentlessly plowing through Chance. Chance hadn't bottomed the entire time I've known him. Exclusive top, and yet here he was getting rape fucked by some guy we didn't know. Jealousy and rage ripped through me and a quick glance at Sam showed his mutual anger. Shane's voice boomed through the room, "That's right bitch." My eyes locked onto his chilled face. "That's where you belong. Face buried in the unclosing, worthless cunts of the men you love. They don't have what you want. What you need. But I do..." He was microphoned, so everyone could hear him. What did he mean? Sam and I started to struggle against our restraints, but each tug made the toy fuck in and out of us slightly. Sam froze. I stared at him momentarily, then it hit me. Like a hurricane it hit me. "I'm gonna poz that alpha pussy!" And he shoved every bit of cock into Chance. His grunts filled the silent room. Seemed everybody was holding their breath, Sam and I included. There was nothing we could do. He was turning my prince, my boyfriend who I trusted so much into a toxic cum dump. I couldn't move. I had a decision ahead of me, one that would change my life either way. Do I stay with him? Do we revert to safe sex? What do I do if I lose Sam because of this? What the fuck just happened? Oh Chance, what have you done?

Here is the 2nd part and conclusion: ----- “Wow.” Ivan pulled away from my mancunt and took a deep breath. He was breathing rapidly, the T and poppers from the last half hour still catching up with him. “Let’s take a break,” I motioned, slowly pulling up from being on all fours. I sat down and also took a deep breath. We looked at each other in the mirror and laughed. We were FLYING but having a fucking amazing time and connection! I slowly stood up, balancing myself, slightly dizzy. “We need to keep ourselves hydrated. Time for another round.” I grabbed our glasses. Minutes later, drinks in hand, I found Ivan sitting on my chair. He was sitting low, almost lazy, his lower half at the edge of the seat cushion. He was slowly jerking off to the FF footage on the screen, his thick, massive dick still hard-as-fuck-!!! - thanks to that pill from earlier. He was biting his lip every now and then and I could see from his eyes he was enjoying the ride. I handed him his drink and squatted on the floor beside him, taking a deep gulp from my glass. Ivan did likewise, looked at me, winked, looked back at the screen. It was pretty hot also: some masculine tattooed guy sitting on a chair, a huge dildo being pushed up his hungry hole. I watched the action on the flatscreen for a bit with Ivan, enjoying our break. I would fondle him occasionally, grabbing that monster cock and tugging on the thick shaft. I grabbed the glass pipe and refilled it with just a little bit more T dust. I don’t overdo it---I still like to be aware and bathe in the sensaTions. Plus it was Ivan’s first time so I was being thoughtful to pace it, size his tolerance and go with the flow. The last thing I wanted from his as a top was to lose his erection! That would be a waste of an evening! I offered him the pipe and lit it. He took a deep, deep breath and held the smoke for as long as he could before exhaling. I did likewise. We repeated this a few times until the T was cooked through. I placed the pipe aside. Ivan was flying now, his dick looking harder and bigger than before. I grabbed the poppers and rag and poured a generous amount of the liquid. I handed it to Ivan who took a few deep breaths. I did the same. I was flying now! I looked at his dick, his ass. I asked him to move forward, a little lower on the seat cushion so that his ass was hanging off the edge. I pulled his legs apart, exposing his hole. Sweet! His ass was thick and round, heavy from all the lifting, firm and solid. His hole looked tight! Small bristles of salt & pepper hair surrounded his hole, flowing into a pattern around his thighs and legs. “Wow,” it was my turn to exclaim. It looked fucking beautiful. I couldn’t help myself and got down between his legs and kissed that hole. Ivan groaned in surprise and pleasure. I leaned in closer, the tip of my nose almost brushing against Ivan's hole. I sniffed his ass. It was musky, the scent of the long, hard workday was there. His balls were also hanging low, framed tight by the straps of his jock. His testicles scent mixed with his ass was wonderful. I took a whiff of the poppers rag and licked his hole, sliding my tongue up the center. Ivan groaned and started jacking his dick furiously. I raised his legs and held up the massive thighs with my hands. I licked some more, flapping my tongue at his hole. And then I placed my entire mouth over his hole and sucked it slowly, pulling on his asslips, sucking it into my mouth while I curled my tongue and fucked his hole with the tip of my tongue. His hole was tight. And although he was clearly a top, the T had also relaxed his hole a bit, opening up just a little as my tongue played with it. He moaned and moaned. I ate his ass more: licking, sucking, kissing that masculine hole. I was giving him a loving rim job. I was really into it, lapping at his hole, making slurping sounds and eating Ivan out. Eventually his legs tired out and he abruptly pushed me away. I leaned back looking at him, seated with his legs spread apart. He was still jerking on that fat cock. Ivan took a big gulp from his drink. "Play another one," he kicked at one of the FF DVDs beside the bed. I found a Dick Wadd title and got the disc in the player and selected the first scene. I love these DVDs : a lot of bareback, piss play and of course FF. The men are always hot. Ivan had settled on the bed beside me and was now fingering my hole. Mmm...that felt good. He inserted a second finger and although I was loose there was a little tightness, even if momentary. I knew where this was going. "Hold on," I pulled away from Ivan, my hole feeling empty. I turned around and leaned over to the party kit. I refilled the glass pipe with just a little bit more Tina. And then I grabbed Ivan's right hand and licked his thick index finger. I carefully pulled that finger to the contact lens case filled with ground Tina dust and lightly coated the tip of his finger. He looked at me curious. I carefully closed the cap on the contact lens case and squatted on my knees facing Ivan, guiding the T-coated finger to my hole. Ivan got the picture and started rubbing my hole inside all around gently, turning it side to side, up and down. It burned it that sensational heat for a few minutes. I bit my lower lip savoring the warmth. I opened a can of grease. I lit the torch and heated the glass pipe waiting for that magical smoke. We shot-gunned deep, long breaths between us, cooking the T until most of it was gone. I placed the glass pipe back inside the party kit. Meanwhile his finger was still finger-fucking my now very hungry hole. Whatever slight initial burn I felt earlier had been replaced by a deep, deep hunger. Ivan pulled out and dipped his hand in the grease and coated himself well. He then placed a lubed second finger into my hole and watched my reaction. I just moaned looking deep back into his glazed eyes. The second finger now felt at home, no resistance at the door. Ivan sensed this also so he continued caressing my hole this way for several minutes. He added more grease to my hole, then inserted a third finger, watching some hot guy get a fist up someone else's hole on the flatscreen. I grabbed the poppers and small towel and soaked it, capped the bottle and placed it aside. Ivan scooted down on the bed now, on his back, his arm pointing straight up, elbow resting on the bed. From his position he could watch the action on the TV and in the mirror. He winked at me. I took a deep breath on the poppers-soaked cloth. That hit mixed with the booty bump and smoked T did the trick: I was now craving more of his invasion. I repositioned myself, ass a little higher, supporting myself by holding on to Ivan's massive upper body. He placed a fourth finger which easily slid into my loose hole. He fucked me like that - these massive, thick fingers just stretching my hole. My asslips were getting pulled out more, clinging to his fingers like a second skin as I looked at the mirror. He fucked me like that for awhile stretching my mancunt. I pulled up a little to allow Ivan to tuck his thumb in. I grabbed the poppers rag and took a deeper, longer breath. HOLY FUCK that felt fucking amazing as the poppers went to my head and then my hole! I squatted down on Ivan's arm and S L O W L Y I felt his entire hand enter me. Mmmmm.....I moaned, deep in pleasure. I watched my reflection in the mirror. I couldn't believe the sight of that thick, wide hand slowing disappearing into my hole! Ivan had his head leaning up a bit and watched in the mirror also. "Wow. Your man-cunt so OPEN NOW!," he exclaimed. He just held his arm steady while I slowly rocked up and down on that massive arm. My hole swallowed his hand past the wrist now. I grabbed the poppers towel and took another big, long breath. Ivan wanted it also so he did the same. BOOM!!!-FUCK!!! It was like my hole just said MORE!!! I instantly relaxed, my hole felt looser, wider and I sank further down his arm. In the mirror I was halfway on his forearm! I stayed still reveling in how much I was taking. I then started to slowly rise, then fall, up and down, up and down. I was fucking myself on his arm taking him deeper inch by inch. Ivan jacked his thick dick with his other hand, "Wow! Wow!" He kept repeating. I lifted my body slightly from the bed, supporting myself on Ivan's torso. This gave his arm a few more inches to piston fuck my now-very-hungry manhole. I steadied myself in that position as Ivan got the hint. He would pull his arm almost out and then plunge it back in! He fucked my hole like that for what seemed like hours but was probably like less than ten eternal, wonderful minutes, changing his pace from slow and gentle, to fast and firm, then random changes in his thrusts. I was in bliss; it was driving me crazy. My hole felt so relaxed and open and Ivan's arm felt like a natural fit. My legs tired so I squatted back to the original position just siting on his arm almost to the elbow, my weight resting on his arm, my hole so fucking content. I reached over and started kissing Ivan, real sloppy kisses, my tongue darting in and around his mouth. Ivan's eyes were rolling as he pulsed his arm inside my hole in miniature movements that felt like gigantic earthquakes inside my tunnel. He was in equal ecstasy, impressed with my mancunt, jacking furiously on his still very hard dick. I saw where this was heading so slowly I lifted myself from his arm. Ivan watched my hole closely as my asslips stretched out as I pulled away from his arm. He was jerking faster and faster so I sat up, Ivan's arm fully exposed, my hole empty and open, then quickly repositioned myself and sat on his dick. My sitting force quickly pushed his hand aside. I had his cock all the way in on that one motion! I took Ivan by surprise, his mouth open, speechless. I squeezed my ass muscles tight and then released and did that a few times. Ivan moaned and grunted. I started to hump his thick tool faster and faster, fucking myself. My hole was still loose and must have felt like a soft, wet tunnel. I kept fucking on his dick and he started shaking his head violently. I grabbed both of his nipples and twisted and squeezed them HARD! That took him over the edge and he plunged his dick deeper into my mancunt and exploded! Ivan yelled, screaming in pure pleasure, his cock pulsing for over a minute, his cum filling my hole. He just kept shoving his fat cock inside my hole, laid still, then pulsed his dick, his heavy, deep breathing filling the room. I could feel his cum inside me. I leaned over and kissed him. It was a sloppy kiss like before yet Ivan looked pleasantly surprised. His cock was still in my hungry hole, still pulsing, spilling whatever seed he had left to give. He sensed my hole's appetite had not been satisfied. "Stand up," he said. I got up slowly and straddled him, both of my legs at his waist. From the bed on the floor Ivan could look up my hole. He raised his right arm and inserted his thick index finger into my hole, feeling how soft and loose my mancunt had turned. Some of his cum started drizzling out of my hole. “Get over here,” he grabbed my legs and pulled me towards the wall suddenly. I was caught off-balance and rested my arms on the wall, supporting myself. I was now positioned over his head. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me down over his head so I was squatting over him. Then he violently pulled me down further so my mancunt was over his face. He greedily started eating my hole. FUCK DID THAT FEEL FUCKING AWESOME!!! My hole was so loose from the fisting and fucking and parTying. It was just an open tunnel. He lapped at my mancunt, sucking his cum that he deposited just earlier, kissing, licking, biting my bloated asslips. “Mmmmm…” he groaned, deep from his gut, enjoying the feast. I writhed and rode his tongue, moving side to side, up and down, letting his tongue tip just slide over my asslips, then dropping my weight, as his tongued furiously fucked my manhole. I grabbed the poppers rag and lifted myself a few inches and placed the towel at Ivan’s nose. He took a deep breath then moved his head and inhaled even more of the poppers fumes from his mouth. And then he pushed my hand abruptly away as the poppers hit him, his mouth enveloping my hole. I sucked on the poppers towel with my mouth, savoring the toxic scent, my hole opening up more for Ivan’s tongue and kisses. He savored my hole. He ate me out for a good half hour, my ass wriggling over his tongue, his mouth - as we took poppers hits. My hole was feeling fucking loved! Eventually my legs tired out so I lifted myself from his magical tongue. I laid beside him. On the flatscreen some guy was getting pissed on, the bottom, his mouth open wide, trying to get every drop; the top aiming his chempiss all over the piggy bottom’s face. Ivan fingered my hole, one finger, two fingers, three, then four. He fed me the poppers rag that we shared as he made love to my hole with his fingers as we watched more nasty piggy scenes on the flatscreen, and then at ourselves in the mirror. "Thank you for your business," I smiled, kissing him deep.

I just learned that the man who got me to try Tina for the first time and probably pozzed my neg ass was my father. He had just dumped several loads in me and fucked (what I hope was) my lay neg load out of me. Hard prick was still inside my ass, as he massaged his dirty seed into the walls of my ass. "Son, your mother didn't marry me cause she knew I was gay. After your birth she asked that I have no contact with you with the exception of sending you a yearly birthday card. I had the feeling that you might turn out to be gay like myself and your grandfather." "Your father was gay too?" "Yes, not only was he gay, but he was the man who introduced me to the joy of man-on-man sex." I thought to myself, 'Wow, my father had sex with his father and now I've had sex with mine.' You couldn't imagine how happy I was at that very moment. I had to ask Greg, "How sure are you that your poz seed is going to take in me?" "There is no guarantee that it will take, but I do know a fool proof method that is certain to make sure you're poz." "What's that?" "Step one you slam some of my poz blood and step two we open the door and let everyone who wants to seed your hole." I was liking the twisted ideas Greg had suggested. I didn't hesitate for a second when I agreed, "Sounds like a plan to me, but on one condition." "Name it my boy." "I get to live with you." Greg looked down with a smile and answered, "Of course you're going to live with me. I wouldn't have it any other way. But your not just going to live with me, you'll work for me too." "Work for you?" "Yes, I'll explain later. Now let's get you ready to be gang banged." He let his semi-stiff cock slip from my hole as I just lay in the sling. He pulled some rope from his bag and fixed my ankles and wrists down securely. Then he took the syringes that he used for the slam he gave himself and fixed another slam for me. He mixed in the water but before he gave it to me he tired off his arm and added his own diseased blood to the mix. I was still flying pretty good from the slam he had given me not all that long before, but trusting him implicitly, I went along with his plans - after all, he was my father. Then he remarked "I know your feeling really good from that first slam. This additional slam will make you a total cock and cum slut. Expect your cock to shrivel up and be soft for a few days. All you will want the next few hours is to be fucked and seeded. I'll be watching over you the entire time." I looked up and nodded, "I'm ready." I watched as he tired off my arm with the tourniquet, swabbed the vein with alcohol, suck the full point in my arm, made sure he hit the vein and then empty the mixture of Tina and his blood into my arm. I knew that with his blood in the mix there was no way I'd escape the bug. I heard the click of the releases of the tourniquet and felt the warmth of the drug as it hit my chest. I coughed out hard, I felt the rush hit me harder then the first slam. I heard a loud ringing in my ears as I lay back and enjoyed the rush. I looked down at myself and noticed that my semi-hard cock I had moments ago was now a pathetic looking stub. An involuntary "OH FUCK!" was my sole reaction. "Looks like my boy is feeling good." I just shook my head yes as Greg went and opened the door for everyone to see. He came back, his hard 8" pointing the way to my hole as he slid in easily. He leaned over and we kissed as he fucked me some more while we waited for others to wander in the room. It didn't take long for our room to become common knowledge, and soon we had a crowd gathered around me. One by one I was fucked and seeded by young and old, fat and thin, white, black, brown, and yellow. Greg kept me flying as I took on all the men who came by. When I finally came down, my hole was dipping and sore. Greg belted me out of the sling and over to the showers to clean up. He helped me get dressed and we gathered up all our belongings. I showed him where I parked and he drove me back to his place where he took me inside and put me to bed.