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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.

Always up for swapping piss with other dirty men. Outdoors in jeans and boots

Party bottom looking now in Irving Texas.

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Cummy/cum-filled kisses -- hell ya! More, please! OINK! Reminds me how hard I got when I watched Fred Mayer doing it in his bb vids.

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

Can't stop fantasizing about this story and so hope it continues soon.

This week Scruff wasn't offering up any local younger guys for bb sex. So last night was my free night (I'm ending a contract job on July 31) for bb sex and fun. I decided to go to Steamworks Toronto for their Lights Out. I got a room for 8 hours and thought I'd last for the entire 8 hours. I had a double expresso earlier in the day thinking this would have wired to be able to stay up most of the night. Well, I didn't quite make it the entire 8 hours. I got to Steamworks around 8 PM and stayed until about 2:30 AM. Not bad. I did manage to get 2 loads down my throat (not a drop wasted!) and my 7-day load was fucked into a visiting younger guy from Europe. His beautiful boycunt was parked in a sling. I asked if he takes raw cock. He said, "Hellya!" With his approval I went to town on his boycunt and enjoyed rimming it. Then I slid my daddy cock and his ass muscles took over. When that happens, I cum pretty quickly. I could feel my cock giving up its load directly into his smiling faces and eyes. A win-win for both! OINK! I did get to suck some great cock. Guys weren't ready to shoot yet. Oh well! A few bubble butts to eat in dark rooms. Short and sweet time there.

I made a resolution that when I fuck in 2013, I will only fuck bare. I'm starting to communicate my preference for topping bare in online profiles instead of just sounding things out once I meet a guy. It's paying off in that I am meeting more guys and having great encounters. The problem is that I also want to date, and maybe find a new partner. People in the dating pool seem to respond negatively to the idea of a non-monogamous relationship, let alone to the mention of barebacking. I don't agree that the only valid relationship involves I white picket fence. I want to commit to the kind of guy who comes home with another guy's load in his ass and tells me about it as I add my own, and who encourages me in my extra-curricular pursuits. Any advice from people about being a slut and having a relationship at the same time? I know it's possible to open up a relationship after the fact (usually with tears, jealousy and conflict, it seems). I want something that starts out emotionally solid and sexually open. Thanks, and I hope that this isn't a dumb question.

I've been travelling to Southern Texan on and off for a while now. While I hate the trip, I love it when I get there. well, I love it at the hotel, not necessarily in Texas. Anyways, a couple of trips ago I stayed for nine straight days and nights. The great thing is, our work was mostly sit and wait, but mostly sit. On the 1st night I didn't do much except par-ooze the websites for possible hook-ups. Almost everyday I was there I tried to set up a gang-bang for myself, unsuccessfully. I hooked up with at least one person each day and I enjoyed dicks of all sizes and shapes, mostly with condoms (their choice). But on the last night, I met someone who changed my perspective a bit. When we met I could tell I was easily out of his league. He had some serious skills for lack of better word. While he did fuck me, I could tell that we just weren't on the same groove. About a week after I left I learned I was going back. I emailed the guy to see if he wanted to get together. But he politely turned my down, and offered no explanation. I poke and prodded a little and he finally came clean. He told me, based on my ad, he was expecting (and preferred) a submissive cum-dump. But he added it was clear to him that I was looking for sex! I knew what he meant, and he was right. I was looking for a connection, he was looking for a hole. Despite my attempts to try meeting again, he decline and said good luck. So I get back to Texas. Same scenario... I'm there for over a week, and each night I try the hookup sites. This time I get a lot less replies. I met 4 men over the time I was there. The first one was into the cum-dump thing. So I literally let him fuck me his way until he came. Then he quickly left. It was unemotional, cold, and impersonal. It wasn't my preference, but I found the value in it. The next time I met with 2 guys. Same thing, they wanted my hole, not my sex. As they thrusted in me I would sometimes put my hand on my ass to act as a bumper because they were hitting my insides. But they would pull my hands away. Other times I would try to fall to the bed to get their dick out of my gut. But they would fall with me and keep it in me. The girth was fine, but I couldn't get along with the length! lol They knew it was hurting me but they kept going because they were talking slutty and I was going right along with it. I didn't want to stop, but I didn't want my insides to break either. They "finished". Their sex was mean but afterwards they were super nice. They definitely made me feel like a whore. My final night, I met up with someone, the last person on that trip. To my disappointment he said he was only looking for oral. After seeing his dick pick, I REALLY wanted this guy in me. He wasn't about the cum-dump scene but I agreed to his oral only plan. Not to blow the story, but this motherf'er rocked my world! I mean I seriously wanted to be around him the next day, and the day after that and so on and so on. He gets to my hotel room and we talk for a bit. He wanted beer so we had to go the store. He drove. We're driving down Sam Houston Pkwy and he reaches down to unbutton his pants. Out comes his thick, black, beautiful dick. He steers with one hand and plays with his dick with the other. I grabbed his leg and he looked at me with bedroom eyes. When we were away from all the other cars I undid my seat-belt and disappeared into his lap. His dick (soft) was really big and thick. I sucked and licked like my life depended on it. He didn't respond. His dick stayed flaccid. We get to the store and get our beer. They have no good beer in southern Texas, AT ALL! So Coors Light it is. We get back in the car but this time no dick. We get back to my hotel and right away, he pulls his pants off and sits on the sofa next to my bed. He strokes his dick but still nothing. I was getting sad (sort of). It was still dick and it was in my face! It was all good. I sucked him and lathered his privates with my mouth for almost 30 minutes. Finally, we have a grower. It grew, and grew. It was finally, big, thick, black and stiff! It wasn't overly long but it was long enough to be a worry. I kissed the hell out of that thing and he held the back of my head against his crotch. About an hour in, he sits up really fast and said, "Dude, I wanna fuck. Are you cool with it?" My face was wet and sloppy as I said "yeah!" He gets up, pulls me up and takes me to the bed. We went really slow, but after about 25 minutes I was acclimated. It was the length that I just couldn't figure out. Again I had to put my hands there to keep him away, but instead of him moving them, I removed them and let him go with it. We fucked for a long time until he pulled out and came on my back. When I reached back to feel my hole it was still very open and wet with tons of lube. It almost made me cum feeling it like that. But wait it gets better. We lay on the bed for while talking and I keep rubbing his dick. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. While I'm washing my hands he comes up behind me, grabs my ass cheeks really hard and pulls me into him. I could feel his dick rubbing against my back, still hard. He kisses my neck and tells me, "I almost came in you!" I asked, "why didn't you?" He said he didn't know if I"d be cool with it. I reached around and backwardly stroked him and assured him it would've been cool. He gently grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my into the sink to bend me over. With his other hand he grabbed his dick and guided it to my hole. He slid right in and I was in heaven. It didn't hurt, and my hole just opened up again for him. Slightly bent over the sink, he grabbed my sides and pulled my ass towards him, then pushing out. He pulls me up and swings me around and I start walking towards the bed. He held on to me tight as we slowly 'fuck-walked'. He was a lot more aggressive this time around. He was more verbal and more direct with what he wanted me to do. At one point his thrusts were no longer hurting my inside. I don't know if it's because I relaxed and finally figured it out, or he was continuously getting into the 2nd hole. Every once in a while it would hit a wall and hurt. He put me on my back, grabbed my hands and held them together tight above my head. I felt him tense up and slow down, then a little fast, a little slower, then deeper, then he goes in deep and holds it there. He gets quiet, then releases. He moaned as he fucked his cum into me. I moaned too. He laid on top of me for a good few minutes, slowly moving his dick in and out me, no words, just tender jabs. We were both sweaty as hell. He back up off me and when he pulled out I could here and feel the squish. It was the best feeling I've ever experienced! In all my time of being a bottom I have never been fucked so loose to the point where I'd hear the 'suction-swish' while getting fucked. I was so relaxed with him that his girth was never an issue (except at first). Then, the proverbial needle screech. As he's getting dressed I could see he still has a nice stiffy going. He said, "My wife makes that same face sometimes!", referring to my squinting from pain during sex. He said he noticed I was taking my hands away and that turned him on. Turns out he's not only married, but he was on the blue pill. Hurray for that pill, not so much because he was married. They are no longer intimate at all so every now and then he gets out. We fucked for 4 hours and 41 beautiful minutes. After he left I kept feeling my gape and playing with it. When I woke up in the morning, I was still very loose and horny. It was good trip for dick, but not for business!

Went to a group party last night, stripped down and soon had a cock in my mouth and in my ass. Had several cocks in my ass but no one bred me until a guy that was partying took me into the backyard telling everyone he was going to give this faggot his chempiss. A few minutes after he bred me and pissed in my ass I was feeling really good. Some guy came along while I was getting fucked anx hsve me a couple pills and a long swig on a bottle of vodka and the rest of the night was a blur of cock and cum. Woke up about 3 or 4am with a couple black guys dp'ing my ass and blowing their loads in my ass. They pulled me up, told me to get my clothes and led me out to their car stark naked. They drive to a bookstore while I was sucking one of them and they led me in stark naked to the back video rooms and announced that the faggot was taking all cocks. It was hours later that they let me put on my underwear and they drove me back to my car, covered in cum and leaking it out of my hole. Like they said, I am just a faggot hole to be 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. ?

What makes a slut? Insatiable, unashamed craving for cock and cum in my opinion.

It was a hot sweaty day so I went looking for hot sweaty sex. When I got to my regular sauna, everyone else seemed to have had the same idea as I managed to take the last locker available, there were no more places free to gain entry after me! So I thought the darkroom was bound to be heaving. The gym area was busy with action for the first time in ages, but the darkroom was quieter than I'd hoped. Nevertheless there was a willing arse ready to take my now erect cock. After a while I moved on to another guy, but he was ready to head out. Then I found a new guy with a fairly thick cock, having sucked it to its full girth, I straddled him expecting a ride to be told he didn't bareback! Another guy came over and I helped him out by sucking him off, whilst teasing his hole and balls, he rewarded me with an oozing of his salty semen. Then another guy entered with an amazingly fitm cock. I ensured it was rock hard with a combination of jerking it off and sucking it hard. Then, as before I went to straddle it and got the now unfortunate same refrain "I don't bareback!" Although I'd had some sweaty encounters, I was getting frustrated and went to take a refreshing shower. On return to the darkroom, the guy was still there and I lay beside him. Much to my surprise after stroking my dick to full erection. we slowly got into a position, where my cock was pressed up before his hole. A little later and my cock was beginning to penetrate his arse without a condom, this continued for a few minutes, but I couldn't maintain the position, so I stood up and took him from behind, but after a few thrusts, he suddenly said "Have you got a durex?" that stopped everything and I ostensibly left to laocate one. Another shower and then down to the gym, where I sadly was unable to penetarte a too tight arse that a guy oblingly offered me after sucking me to hardness again. So I returned to the darkroom for a final time. The "non-barebacker" was still on the bench in the darkroom, playing with another guy's cock. I came close to him, the chemistry between us was indeed very hot. After a bit, we pulled oursleves together so that our cocks brushed each other. He then wanked me to full hardness and then to my surprise mounted me without a condom. He was really enjoying riding me and no doubt thought he could monitor things so that I wouldn't come. Unfortunately for him, I was enjoying me as much as he was and I could feel the tension mounting. I wasn't going to let him no I was about to pour my spunk into his now well-barebacked arse. As I thought, as I spaayed my semen inside him, he had no idea his barebacking had lead to a full seeding. I was able to pull away knowing I had initiated another guy into full barebacking!

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 third post is here. * * * I was cruising back from Saturday baseball practice in my new Mustang convertible, my eighteenth birthday present from my dad. As I turned the corner to my house, I saw a police cruiser sitting in my driveway and felt this wave of fear sweep over me, not understanding the meaning of its presence. I pulled into the driveway next to the cruiser, put the car in park, and ran into the front door. I called out to my dad, worried that something had happened to him, relieved to hear him call out from his office on the first floor, "Jake, I'm in here. Come join us." I ran into the office and saw my father standing next to this giant of a man in a cop's uniform, complete with gun and handcuffs. "Dad," I gasped, "is anything wrong?" "No, son, I'd like you to meet my friend, Isaac," he said calmly, pointing to the big man next to him. "Pleased to meet you, Jake," said the cop, extending his hand in greeting, "I've heard a lot about you from your dad." Isaac smiled and his face beamed with a knowing look. "I was just doing a favor for your dad," Isaac said, shaking my hand with a grip that felt like it was going to cripple my hand, "and wanted to drop something off for him before I headed home." As I stood there shaking his hand and watching him give me the once over, I returned the favor by running my eyes from his handsome face down to his huge boots. Isaac had to be almost seven feet tall and must have weighed in at around 300 pounds. His beefy forearms were covered in tight, curly black hair, and his biceps stretched the sleeves of his uniform, looking as though they would burst through at any minute. The uniform pants were equally tight across his thighs and the seat hugged his ass like a glove. Returning my gaze to his face, I noticed a pair of beautiful, green eyes on either side of a broad, flat nose. His head was round and shaved, and his chin was just above the top of my head. His smile was filled with big, white teeth, made even more noticeable by the darkness of his skin. His handshake seemed to go on a little longer than normal, and he finally clasped his other hand over mine before ending the grasp. "He's everything you described," Isaac said, turning his head to look at my dad, "you sure are one lucky man." Dad beamed at the compliment and motioned for me to come over and stand by him. "But I really need to run to the store on the way home and pick up something for dinner," Isaac added. "Tom will be tired when he gets home from the hospital, and I'd better have something on the table or he'll be impossible to deal with." Isaac started walking towards the hallway and dad said, "I'll walk you out." As they left the office, I noticed dad putting his hand on Isaac's ass and I followed them to the front door. Before opening the door, dad leaned over and gave Isaac a quick kiss on the lips and as he turned the knob, said, "I'll tell you how everything goes. I really appreciate you doing this for me." "No problem," said Isaac, "what are friends for?" Shortly after the door was closed, I heard the cruiser start up and back out of the driveway. "When I saw the cop car, I thought something awful had happened," I said. "I think my heart's still pounding a little from the thought." "Are you sure your heart isn't pounding for another reason?" dad asked, smiling wickedly. "Well, now that you mention it, he is very hot. But I wouldn't have thought about that if I hadn't seen you grab his ass." I laughed. "Isaac was bringing me a little something for you," he explained. "I figured it wouldn't hurt to cover our bases in case anyone asks any questions." Now I was really intrigued and asked him what he meant. "Isaac had a friend at the DMV make up a fake ID for you," dad said, "You might need it tonight because you're supposed to be 21 years old at the place I'm taking you." "And where might that be?" I asked curiously. "Why, to the baths, of course," he replied. "Now come upstairs and help me get ready so we can go." I followed dad up to his room and into his bathroom. He took off his work clothes, throwing them in the hamper and pulled the cordless trimmer out of the drawer. "Why don't you get undressed, too, and we'll shower together after you help me with my little chore?" he asked. I pulled off my sweaty practice clothes and followed him into the shower. Flicking on the trimmer, he handed it to me and asked, "Would you mind doing the honors for me? I did an extra pump at the gym today and I don't think I can reach as many spots as I usually do." I took the trimmer from him and ran my empty hand over the broad expanse of his back, brushing up the hair that covered it so the trimmer could get as much as possible. I ran the trimmer over his back and worked down over his hard ass cheeks, spreading each one to get a closer cut along the crack. After working over his legs, I turned him around and stood up again, my dick getting hard from the feeling of his dense fur under my fingers. I clipped his chest and arms, working carefully to make sure every hair was the same length. I dropped back to my knees to trim the front of his legs before starting on his cock bush. As I ran the clippers around his crotch, his dick started to bounce and lengthen a little. Still running the trimmer around his bush and balls, I put the head of his cock in my mouth and started a little tongue work around the plum-sized knob. Dad sighed with pleasure and I felt the meaty tube fatten and really start to grow, pushing towards my throat. I clicked off the clippers, set them down outside the shower, and pushed my mouth down to his hairy crotch. I began working on his cock with long, slow strokes, feeling it reach its full ten-inch length and stretching my lips with its width. My actions on his dick was getting dad really hot and he put his hands on either side of my head and began to fuck my mouth. The big head was pushing into my throat with each thrust and I struggled to keep from gagging. It didn't take long before dad was really pounding into my mouth and I was working my tongue and throat to give him the maximum sensations. His breath was coming in ragged gasps, and suddenly he shoved the whole length into my throat and I could feel the pulsing of the big vein on the bottom of his cock as it sent wads of hot cum down my throat. I pulled back a little to get some of his cum on my tongue so I could taste him, and after getting some of the salty fluid, I began running my tongue rapidly over his ever more sensitive cock head. As dad's breathing calmed and his dick began to soften, I grabbed the base of his cock and slowly squeezed the length of it, coaxing the last drops of cum out of it and onto my tongue. I stood back up and leaned against the opposite wall of the shower, wrapping my right hand around my own cock and started jacking it furiously. Dad reached between my legs and searched out my asshole with his middle finger. As the fat finger entered my ass, I could feel my balls slapping against the underside of his massive forearm. He grabbed my balls with his left hand and gently squeezed them while I continued jacking my cock. The combination of the ball work and the finger fucking my ass was more than enough to push me right over the edge. I shot my load all over his hairy chest and felt my ass gripping his finger with each pulse of cum, not wanting the feelings to end. My legs were weak and, after pulling his finger from my ass, he pulled me to him in a bear hug, then kissed me deeply and held me for a few moments. When he thought I could stand by myself, he used one hand to turn on the shower and blocked the water until it got warm enough. We slowly washed each other's bodies, got dried off, and slipped on some jeans and t-shirts. Dad packed a few things from his nightstand into a small, leather bag, and we went downstairs to fix something to eat. After a quick dinner, dad drove out of the suburbs and headed for the city, ending up in an industrial area lined with two and three-story buildings. He parked the car across the street from a white, windowless two-story building with a solitary sign above the door that said "Club". Inside the door was a counter with a young man behind it, handing a key and towel to a guy on our side of it. When he saw dad, he exclaimed, "Ben, it's been quite a while since you've been here. It was a nice surprise to hear your voice earlier. I've reserved the double room for you, just like you asked." "Randy," dad said, "I'd like you to meet my boy, Jake." Randy extended his hand to shake mine and as we did, he leaned over the counter and kissed me. "Happy to meet you," he said, then asked. "First time here." "Yes," I answered, a little nervously. "Don't worry," he replied, "your dad knows his way around. I'm sure he'll show you a good time. I just need to see some ID. Silly rule if you ask me, but it's required in case the cops ever check the records. And speaking of cops, I think there's a couple already here. But I don't think they're looking to bust us, if you get my drift." Dad laughed and told me to show Randy my ID. I pulled the new driver's license from my hip pocket, handed it to Randy, and watched as he check it and then looked back at me. "I wouldn't think he's all that old," Randy said, a little laugh in his voice, "but that's what it says. I'll get you fixed up right now." As dad pulled some bills from his wallet and laid them on the counter, Randy placed a couple of towels and keys in front of dad, and swept the money into the cash register. "You're all set," he said, "I think your dad can give you the tour." Randy reached under the counter and the buzz of an electric door release sounded behind me. Dad picked up the keys and towels and said, "Thanks, Randy, you're a sweetheart. C'mon, Jake, I'll start the tour and we'll see who's here tonight." As we went through the door, a couple more men were coming in to the front door and Randy turned his attention to them. "Have fun, Jake," Randy called out as the door was closing behind us. Dad put his arm around my shoulder as we walked through a short corridor on the other side of the door. When we got to the end of the hall, there was door on the right and an open space ahead, filled with couches, chairs and a TV set. Through the door was a series of lockers and I could hear showers going in the background. The open area had a few men standing or sitting around with nothing but their towels wrapped around their waists. The realization of what was going on in here struck me and I think my mouth dropped open in disbelief. Dad was watching my face and smiled at my reaction. "I thought you might react like that, almost everyone does the first time," he said. We walked past a snack bar with more guys talking or drinking, and then down a short hallway lined with doors, each one with a number on it. Some of the doors were open and as we walked by I glanced into a few of them. Men were laying naked on single, raised mattresses, some face up and others face down, the lights inside the rooms dimmed to produce a eerie effect. Music was coming out of speakers overhead, some electronic composition with a smooth, sexy beat behind it. We walked up a staircase at the end of the hall and came out into another corridor with more doors on either side. We walked around a few more halls until we got to a room that, from my take on the layout, was right by the convergence of most of the halls on this floor. Dad unlocked the door with one of the keys Randy had given us and then shut the door behind us. This room was larger than the others I had seen, with a double-sized mattress on a raised platform, a small table next to the bed, and a small, industrial-type wall light above the table. There was a dimmer switch under the light and dad turned up the brightness a little so we could see better. The walls of the rooms were ten feet high, but the room was completely open above them and I could see the ceiling of the building a few feet above them. Along with the sensual music coming from all around, I could hear the sound of other men having sex. "Get undressed and hang your clothes on one of the hooks. You can put your sneakers under the bed," dad instructed. "And while you're doing that, I'll unpack." Dad set the leather bag on the bed, opened it and started to pull the items out of it. I recognized the poppers, rubbers, and lube, but he had to explain the next few items, as we had never used them when we had sex. Dad had brought some tit clamps, a couple of dildos, and a couple of cockrings, along with some white hand towels. He put everything into the drawer of the table, slid the bag under the mattress and started to undress. I was already naked, except for the towel wrapped around my waist in the fashion I had seen on other guys during our walk to the room, sitting on the edge of the bed waiting. When he was undressed, he wrapped his towel around his waist, adjusting it so barely covered his dick, balls, and ass. The whiteness of the towel against his completely hairy body was a total turn-on, and I felt my dick jump a little with a nasty thought. He slipped the elastic band holding one of the keys as far up his meaty forearm as possible and slid the key under the band so it wouldn't rattle when he moved. I followed his example with the key and then he said it was time to finish the tour. We left the room, locking the door behind us, and walked through more hallways, his arm over my shoulder and my arm around his waist. There were men everywhere, walking slowly like we were, some just standing against the wall. Most guys were wearing their towels, but some had them thrown over their shoulders, around their necks, or carrying them in one hand. There were men of all ages, shapes, and for those not wearing their towels, sizes. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and my mind was racing with the possibilities of all these men wandering around, looking for someone to have sex with. Dad showed me where the dark rooms were, unlit spaces with bunk beds along the side and mattresses around the floors. We walked into an orgy room and the center mattress was occupied by a buff guy getting fucked, another guy's cock in his mouth, and his hands jacking a couple of other guys at the same time. We watched the action for a few minutes and I felt my dick starting to harden, which was not an unusual reaction as I took in the other men standing around watching as well. While we were watching, a few guys stopped in front of dad and touched his dick through his towel, but he gently moved theirs hands away and they walked on. We left the orgy room and walked around some more, stopping in different doorways to see what the men inside looked like. There were some really hot guys laying on their backs in a few of the rooms, some stroking their cocks, and others just watching their brief visitors. We passed by one room where a man was laying on his stomach on the mattress and another man was standing over him, running his hand over his ass and stroking his own cock through his towel. We watched this scene for a few minutes as the standing man started to spread the other's ass cheeks and play this his hole. The man on the bed lifted his ass in acknowledgement and the other buy reached over to shut the door. We walked a little further and came to a glass door that was steamed over. When dad opened the door, steam came rolling out and we stepped into the thick fog inside. We were in a white-tiled maze of short corridors, some with niches on the side and men standing alone or in pairs inside them. We came around a corner into an open space with tiled benches and a tiled platform in the center. There were men all around this area, some sitting and others standing, watching the men on the platform or the others around them. Guys in different sex acts covered the platform and surrounding benches. Several guys had men on their knees in front of them, sucking their cocks or eating their asses. One man was bent over the tiled bench with another man fucking him slowly from behind. The heat and steam was causing sweat to bead up all over my body and the hair on dad's body was glistening with the moisture from the steam. I was trying hard not to throw a major woody but the sights around me were so astonishing and sexy that I was losing the battle. As I looked around the steam room, I saw a good-looking man leaning against the wall that caught my attention. He had short red hair, styled like a military haircut, and a beard the color of copper, almost hiding his full lips. He was about five foot, six inches tall, and very well built, his full chest and flat stomach covered with coppery hair. He had a deep tan and the hair on his arms was sun bleached to a beautiful reddish-blond. To confirm my suspicions about the haircut, there was a USMC tattoo on his left bicep. When he turned to look around himself, I saw that his back was smooth but there was a tuft of long, curly hair at the base of his spine, indicating that under the towel was a really, hairy ass. I whispered to dad to take a look and after a few seconds, he whispered back, "You've got good taste, boy. Do you want to have him join us in our room?" I was startled by the suggestion, but instantly realized that's exactly what I wanted, so I nodded, and dad steered me over in the man's direction. When we stopped in front of the hot man, his eyes cruised up and down dad's body and then over to me, and a smiled lit up his face. Dad leaned over and in a husky whisper said, "My boy and I think you're really hot and would like it very much if you'd join us in our room." After a moments hesitation where I could almost hear him thinking about it, "Sure," he answered, "Lead the way." We left the steam room with the hunk following us, and after the short walk to our room, closed and locked the door behind us. "My name's Ben and this is my boy, Jake," dad told the man. "My name's David, but all my friends call me Red," the man answered. "Then Red it is," said dad, and leaned over, pulling Red's head to his and starting kissing him. I watched as the two hairy men in front of me kissed passionately, tongues going back and forth between mouths, and low moans starting to come from deep in Red's throat. Dad broke their kiss and used his hand to turn Red's head in my direction. I leaned in to kiss him and had my tongue sucked into the hot warmth of his mouth. Wow, I thought, this guy can really kiss, and I returned his attention, pulling his tongue into my mouth and running mine all around his mouth. As Red and I were kissing, dad dropped his towel and undid ours in turn. He reached down and took both our dicks into each hand, slowly stroking them as he watched us kissing. We stood together in the room; Red kissing each of us and taking turns stroking one another's dicks. Dad and I spent a few minutes kissing each other, putting on a performance for our new friend, and feeling him play with our cocks. Dad pushed Red into a sitting position on the edge of the mattress and said, "Suck his cock, boy." The tone in dad's voice left no question in my mind and I got on my knees in front of Red and took his dick in my hand. Red's dick was about the same length and width as mine, a milky white with lots of veins and purple mushroom head. I placed my mouth over the wide head and started running my tongue around it. Red moaned in agreement with my actions and I plunged down the whole length, sucking the head back into my throat. As I was working on Red's dick, dad leaned over and continued to kiss him and started working on his nipples with his fingers. I could feel the little jerks of Red's body as dad pinched his nipples and his moans joined the others coming from over the walls. Dad stopped working on Red's nipples and presented his big dick for him to suck. Without being told, Red started sucking dad's dick, matching my rhythm as we both filled our mouths with hot cock. Soon, dad pulled his dick from Red's mouth and pulled me up to my feet with a gentle hand under my chin. "Boy, get on your knees on the mattress, with your back against the wall," dad growled. "I want Red to get on the bed, on his hands and knees, and suck your dick." We both did as we were told and as Red sucked the entire length of my cock into his mouth, dad got behind him and started rubbing his ass. I watched as dad spread Red's hairy ass cheeks, bent over, and started licking his hole. Red squirmed in front of me, and renewed the hungry way he was sucking my dick. I watched my dad rimming Red's hole and remembered how good it had felt when he ate my ass, and could see why I had enjoyed it so. Every now and then, dad would roll his long tongue and stab it into Red's ass like a little cock, then open his tongue flat again and lick around the outside of the quivering hole. Dad started to alternate one big finger with his oral manipulations and Red was humping his ass up to meet the finger as it entered his hot chute. Dad reached into the drawer and pulled out the poppers, and after unscrewing the top, handed it to me. I took a deep draw through one nostril and moved the bottle to Red's nose. He stopped sucking my dick long enough to take a deep breath and handed the bottle back to me. I gave it to Dad, who took a hit and set the bottle down. As my rush drew all my attention to my dick, I could see and feel Red's reaction to the poppers as he tried to suck my dick and balls into his throat. Dad was plunging two fingers into Red's ass, twisting them as he pushed them in and pulled them out, his face a mask of lust and concentration. I could almost see the images in dad's mind as worked on Red's ass and it fueled my lust. Dad slapped Red's ass hard and said, "Get on your back with your head over the end of the bed." Red stopped sucking my dick and rolled over onto his back, shifting around to get into position. "My boy's going to fuck you first to get you ready for my big cock, and then I'm going to fuck you until you cum," dad growled. I moved around on the mattress between Red's legs and dad moved down to the foot of the bed, placing his balls over Red's mouth. Red began licking and sucking dad's big balls as I reached into the drawer for the lube. "Don't forget the rubber, boy," dad said, and I grabbed a Trojan and put it on the mattress next to me. Dad grabbed Red's feet and pulled his legs back towards him, opening up the hairy furrow under me. I poured some lube in my hand and greased up my dick, then rubbing the remainder on Red's hairy crack. I opened the condom package and rolled the sheath over my dick. I poured a little more lube on two fingers and inserted them into Red's ass, smearing the slippery liquid around his hungry hole. "Get the poppers," I heard dad say, and handed the bottle to him. I spread some more lube over my condom-covered dick and pressed the head to the quivering asshole below me. Dad let Red have a hit of poppers and took one himself. When I saw the redness flush his skin, I sank the entire length of my cock into Red's ass, feeling his hairy ass scratch through my pubes. As my dick entered his guts, Red let out a loud moan, muffled only by the presence of my dad's balls in his mouth. I'd never fucked anyone before, and the heat and moisture of his ass was an amazing sensation. I knew now why dad liked to fuck me, and I fantasized about the some of the times in the last few weeks when his balls would be slapping my ass as his big dick filled my chute. I started a slow, fucking movement in Red's ass, savoring the grip of his ass walls and feeling the rush of pleasure from my cock head as it slipped in and out of the hot tunnel. Dad pulled his balls from the red bear's mouth, letting his head fall back over the edge of the bed, and pleading with dad to fuck his face. Dad pushed his dick into Red's mouth and started his own fucking motions in bear's other hole. The sight of dad's huge dick disappearing into Red's mouth spurred me on and I increased the speed of my fucking into the hot ass. I looked at the expanse of fur below and in front of me, from Red's crotch up to my father's face, the color changing from red to black and back again. The vision of these male animals grunting and moaning in heat began to pull the cum from my balls. I started slamming into Red's ass, trying to get every inch of my cock as deep into the hot chute as possible. The first wave of my orgasm swept through me like a storm and as I continued pounding the ass below me, my cum spurted into the rubber and all the tension of the fucking was draining from my body. I collapsed onto the hot bear underneath me and started to lick and suck on his neck, feeling my dad's dick stretch it as he continued to slide it deep into Red's throat. Dad pulled his cock from Red's mouth, the length covered with spit and glistening in the dim light. "It's my turn, boy," growled dad, and I sat back on the bed, my dick softening as I removed the rubber and laid it on the table. I pickup one of the Magnum packets from the table, opened it, and handed it to my dad. He quickly slipped the oversized rubber over his dick, rolling it down the length. Dad spun Red around and pushed his legs back with one hand and held his monster cock with the other. In a quick, smooth movement, dad sunk the entire length of his fat dick into the ass I had just fucked, causing Red to moan loudly, and his head snapping upward to watch the action at his ass. "Fuck my ass, you hairy bastard," Red spit at my dad, "fuck me good with that big dick." Dad didn't need any more encouragement, his face twisted with lust, as he started his long, hard strokes into the hot ass under him. His big, hairy balls were slapping Red's ass with each stroke and Red continued to urge him on, grunts forced from him as his guts were filled with long, fat cock. Red's belly has covered with pre cum, the long hairs matted down, and fat, shiny drops pulsing from his cock head with every thrust. I was watching the lust of these two magnificent bears build and heat the air around me. My asshole quivered with desire as I saw my dad's cock sliding in and out of Red's ass, knowing the feeling of pleasure that big dick could give you. Red reached up with both hands and grabbed dad's tits in his strong fingers. From the sound of dad's groans, I knew it wasn't going to be long before he was shooting wads of cum deep inside the red bear's hungry ass. The speed of dad's fucking and grunting increased until finally, he shoved the length of his cock deep into Red's ass, and held it there, pushing harder with each spurt of cum I knew was filling the rubber. As dad's dick was pulsing into his ass, Red grabbed his own cock and with a few short strokes, bear cream shot over his chest and stomach, accompanied by loud grunts of ecstasy. The two bears stayed almost motionless, panting as if in exhaustion, dad's cock planted deeply in the other's ass. "Come here, boy," whispered dad as he lowered Red's legs on both sides of him and leaned over to kiss him. I joined the hairy men on the mattress and the three of us traded kisses and stroked each other while the tension drained from their bodies. I tweaked Red's nipples lightly, and each shock sent shivers through him and dad, as Red's ass squeezed his dick with each spasm. Dad slowly pulled his dick from Red's ass and Red whimpered as the cock that had filled him so fully was sliding from his chute. I knew exactly how he felt as I never wanted to lose the feeling dad's dick gave me when we'd been fucking. Dad got one of the hand towels from the table and wiped Red's chest and stomach clean of cum, and then wiped his own dick clean after removing the condom. We continued to kiss, stroke, and make small talk for several minutes, until dad finally said, "I think a good, hot shower is in order, don't you men?" I felt incredibly proud that dad had included me when he used the word, men, and both Red and I agreed it was a good idea. We got up off the mattress, wrapped our towels around our waists, and opened the door to leave. There was a small group of guys across the halls, leaning against the wall. I had forgotten the rooms were open on top, and they must have been listening to sounds of intense fucking that was coming from our room. I smiled as I saw them look back and forth at the two, hot bears I had just fucked with, and then at me. Red, dad, and I went to the showers on the lower floor and spent about half an hour, soaping each other down, rinsing off, kissing, and stroking under the hot streams of water. After we had toweled off, the three went to the snack bar for an energy boost, and dad wrote our phone number on a scratch pad, giving it to Red. "If you want to get together again, give us a call. We'd love to see you again, right boy?" "Right," I answered, "you're a great fuck." "And I'm sure you are, too," replied Red, rubbing my ass and winking at me in a knowing way. The thought of having my ass filled with his hot, bear dick gave mine a little jerk. "You'll have to ask my dad," I said and when he looked in dad's direction, dad answered with only a big smile. "Enough said," replied Red, and the three of us said our good-byes. After Red had gone into the locker room, dad looked at me and asked, "Would you like to wander around and see what more mischief we can get into, or go back to the room and take a little nap?" "Gee, dad," I said, "how about we do both?" He just smiled, wrapped his arm around my shoulder and steered me toward the labyrinth of hallways.

I'm glad you have decided to get on PrEP and that you are finally getting the sex you need. I think it is time to talk to your boyfriend about an open relationship. You said in the first story that you have evidence he is sleeping around, too. It will be a load off your mind if you have permission to have sex on the side. That said, I understand that cheating can be a turn-on in and of itself, so if that is what you need, carry on. Thanks for sharing your hot stories.

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.

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.

Hold it inside myself for as long as possible. I love keeping seed, especially if I have several loads in me. My ex aways use to butt plug me after group sex or gangbangs and now if I host three or four tops at home I always use a butt plug between times to give them some creamy lube to fuck me with. Tops seem to love creamed holes.

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.

Thanks for all the comments! I really do appreciate any feedback people give. Had more time to work on this update. Going to try and start shooting for a weekly update, but not sure how well I can achieve it with work. Hope you enjoy! -- PART 6: Stoking the Flames “Jake?!” Matthew said with a gasp, hand in hand with her. “Matthew,” I replied curtly, looking down at their hands before looking back in his face. I kept my face completely emotionless. “What…. what are you doing here?” he asked, first looking at her, then me, then their hands intertwined, “Um… Jess… sweetheart, do you mind going up without me I need to talk with Jake… alone…” Looking at me with a satisfied smirk, she turned and smiled at Matt, giving him a huge kiss on the cheek before releasing his hand. “Not a problem baby! I’ll see you upstairs! I’ll miss you bunches sweetie!!!” she replied, her fake saccharine sweet tone grating against my nerves like nails on a chalkboard, as she stepped into the elevator. I watched as she pressed the button for our…. now her floor. She looked at her nails as the doors slowly closed, looking up for only a second to glare at me menacingly. I turned my attention back to Matthew. “She's a real gem,” I said, my tone flat, as I shifted the box in my arms. “Look, Jake, I wanted to tell you but…” Matthew replied, his face bright red from embarrassment. “You’ve just been so busy, right?” I said, blinking slowly at him, suddenly very tired of his bullshit. “Or, let me guess, you forgot?” “No, Jake, baby…” he stammered before I cut him off. “Oh no…” I said, take a step towards him, letting the coldness flow through the tone of my voice, a wave of satisfaction hitting me as he reflexively took a step away from me, “I'm not your ‘baby' anymore Matthew. That new job title is ALL on little Ms. Jess.” “Please Jake, let me just explain…” “Explain what exactly? How you slept around behind my back? I think if I’m smart enough to get a medical degree, I can understand that one without having you explain it to me. You wanted to stick your dick into something new, and boy, you really made sure it was something new,” I smiled, knowing it probably was more like a sneer. Shifting the box to my other hip, I started walking towards Matthew again, “And you know, now that I see the both you together? You two make just a perfect couple. Don’t worry though babe, I’m not here to mess that up. I’m just here to get my things from OUR apartment,” I said, my cold tone and quiet demeanor slowly pushing Matt back against the wall behind him. “Honey, please… it’s not like…” “It’s not like that? Hmmm…. let’s look at it from my point of view. You see, if you wanted an open relationship, you could have come to me and I just might have been open to trying it. Hell, if you wanted to spice things up in the bedroom, I would have tried anything you wanted. A threesome? Sure, why not. Needed to see if you were straight? Not where I saw you going, but something I’d be willing to talk about.” “Wait… really?” he asked, a small glimmer hope in his eyes. “Oh yeah… Absolutely,” I said, with a smile and adding a bit of fake flair to my voice, putting my hand next to his head and leaning in close to his ear, “I really, truly would have. Because I loved you with all my heart and I would have done anything to keep you happy. And I do mean ANYTHING. Things that that girl you’re playing house with up there would lose her shit over babe. Depraved things you can’t even begin to imagine. The type of shit you’d only find in the deepest, darkest porn. I would have fulfilled your nastiest fucking fantasies, just to make you happy and keep us together. Our time apart has shown me some new things about myself you probably would have really liked. Nasty, perverted things the likes you’d never believe, baby.” I let out a soft sigh across his ear and ran my hand through his hair, knowing it was a major turn on for him, watching as what I did made him shiver and bite his lip. I smiled cruelly, knowing he was getting turned on, as I could feel the beginning of a hard-on form in his pants against my leg. I leaned in even closer, giving it a small lick and started to whisper into his ear. “But you fucked all that up the second you went behind my back. When you packed up my shit into those boxes. And when you gave away my things to that piece of trash. Now? Now we are nothing. You aren't my baby, my sweetheart, my love, or any o those false platitudes. You took all the love in my heart for you and threw it into the trash. I could literally not give any less of a shit what you do now. Sleep with whoever you want. Enjoy this thing with that piece of ass. I really, truly don’t care. We are done. Any hope you had of us ever getting back together ended when you packed me away like an unwanted toy.” I gave him a small kiss on the cheek. I stepped back and started walking away. “Jake,” Matthew said, his voice almost needy, “Please… Don’t… I love y…” I stopped and looked over my shoulder. “Oh, no. Don’t even try that one on me. We both know what a big lie that is, and that little boy lawyers like you will always say anything to get what they want when they know they can’t have it.” I watched as he cringed, my words hitting him in the gut as I allowed myself to let every hateful thought I felt about him flow out of my mind and into my mouth. Was it low? Was it the below the belt? Absolutely, and he deserved it. With a smile, I tilted my head and regarded him one last time. “Oh! Before I let you watch me walk out that door one last time, I just have one more thing to tell you,” I said, a smile on my face that I knew didn’t reach my eyes, “Get your bitch her own laptop. If you ever give my shit away to someone else, I will personally make sure to come into your house while you sleep at night and cut your balls off myself. And we both know I have the time, the knowledge, the easy access to the supplies and most definitely the support staff to back that up. Goodbye, Matthew.” I walked out the front doors of my former home, a sense of satisfaction restored at being able to end things with Matthew on my terms. Sometimes, being an evil, heartless bitch felt amazing. — I walked back up to Whitehorn’s with a few minutes to spare, thankful that Eric was still there and waiting. Opening the door, he held it open and gave me a huge smile. “Hey! Jake! Glad you made it back in time!” he said, smoking a new pipe this time, puffing the fragrant smoke in my face. I took a small breath in and had to admit, it smelled wonderful. Different from the cigar for sure, but amazing nonetheless. “Yeah, had a little issue at the old apartment I had to take care of, “ I said, setting my box on the counter and with a grateful sigh rolling my shoulders. “Sorry to hear that man,” he said, taking another puff with a frown on his face. “Oh, nothing major, just had a run-in with the ex and such,” I said, shrugging my shoulders, amazed at how much better I felt after telling Matt off. I turned my attention to the different pipes on display on the counter. “Oh…” he said, looking down at the slightly open box. “I guess you and she didn’t end on good terms?” he said, looking back up at me. “Her? No…. him…. my boyfr… my ex-boyfriend…” I said. “Oh I just assumed since…” he continued with a bit of confusion on his face. “Since?” I asked, not sure where he was going. Pointing down into the box, I looked down at what he was showing me and I let out a sigh. “I mean, pink and sparkly? I wouldn’t exactly call that masculine…” he said with a snort, before letting the smoke from his pipe pour out of his mouth and nose. “Yeah. I can see what you mean. That would be the handy work of my ex’s new girlfriend,” I said turning my attention to one of the displays as Eric continued to move around and straighten up things and turn lights off. “Damn. Traded you in on a girl? That’s fucking cold,” he said, giving me a look of pity. “Wanna talk about it?” I told him the entire story of my breakup, from walking in on Matthew to the satisfying breakup as he finished closing everything up, omitting only the sex parts. He said nothing as he worked except the few outraged replies and angered growls, just puffing at his pipe while letting me vent my entire story out. As I finished, he moved my purchase to the top of my box. “Wow,” he said, speechless for a moment, “Just. Wow. What a fucking douchebag. Fucker deserved everything you gave him. I mean fuck! If I had a smart and sexy guy like you, I’d never let your ass get out of my grip, much less leave our bed!” That one sentence got my immediate attention. “Oh… you’re…” I said, definitely sure now that he was not only flirting earlier but actually being toned down. “Gay as fuck? Shit rainbows and fart glitter? You bet,” he said with a smile as he took a deep puff. He let the smoke out with a large nose jet. “Shit rainbows and fart glitter? That’s a new one. I’ll have to remember that, “ I said, as I let out a small laugh, transfixed by the display of his smoking. “Feel free to use it,” Eric said, taking a few more puffs before reaching under the counter and grabbing a well-worn leather satchel, “Well, shop’s all closed up. Time to leave.” I followed him out the door as he set the alarm, before pulling out a set of keys from his bag. I stood there checking out his firm ass, as he turned around and locked doors. “Look, man,” he started, turning back around, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and bringing it up to the bowl of the pipe. He took a few puffs which make the bowl smoke even more. I watched with interest as he took a deep inhale that he nose jetted out, “This is probably pretty forward. I know you’re fresh out of a relationship. Same here. Not nearly the nasty breakup like yours, but still. If you ever want to meet up and chat, or take it up a notch and take me up on that pipe lesson offer, or even just hook up for a quick smoke fuck, hit me up. You’re one sexy piece of ass, and the fact you’re into smoking is a major plus in my book… And I’d definitely love to get us both puffing away naked sometime and find out how freaky you can get. If you’d be into that kind of thing.” I watched as he reached down, grabbing his cock through his pants and showed made his bulge more prominent. “I kinda have a feeling you are, though,” he said with a smile, taking another puff of the pipe. “You… I…” I spit out, unable to form a sentence at the sudden change in Eric’s attitude outside the shop. I would never have guessed this guy had a dark, kinky side. Though, I guess the same could be said of me. “I saw you checking me you earlier, sexy… getting hard as you saw me smoke,” he said with a wink, “and you’ve had me boned up all day thinking about you lighting up those thick stogies. Something tells me that you’ve been smoking them longer than you let on.” With that, he handed me his business card, and on the back was a telephone number. “That’s my cell. I don’t give it out to just anyone, so… Give me a call soon, stud?” he asked, rubbing his thumb on the back of my hand as I took the card from. “Um… sure!” I said, shocked but pleasantly surprised before blurting out, “Do you need mine?” “Text me and I’ll add you. Well, I gotta go meet up with a few friends tonight for a thing I promised to do with them. I want to see you again soon though,” Eric said, putting his hand on my shoulder and rubbed it with his thumb as he took a deep inhale on his pipe and then pulling it back out of his mouth. “Defini-“ I began to say when he mashed his lips against mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth and blowing his smoke into me. His hand held against the back of my head, holding me against him as I breathed it in, my cock instantly got hard. We stood there for several moments, kissing deeply as our tongues slid against each other. He stepped away, a grin on his face as I slowly exhaled, savoring the taste of his pipe smoke as the thick cloud poured out of my mouth and nose. “Just what I was hoping for. Later hot stuff,” he said, winking at me as placed the pipe in his mouth again and started walking towards the parking lot across the street. I stood there for a minute in a stupor, bringing my fingers to my lips as while watching him as he hopped into a small SUV and drove off, waving to me as he passed with his pipe dangling out of the side of his mouth, the only thing in my mind that I seriously needed to get a pipe or two. Finally snapping out of it, I blinked a few times and walked down the street towards my apartment. Almost to my building, I stopped, looking at the adult bookstore from the night before. I was horny and knew I was going to need to get some relief later at the glory holes. That’s when I realized it. Poppers and an ass plug. I definitely had enjoyed using the poppers every time I had access to them. And as for the plug, with the amount of cum I would hopefully take up my ass very soon, I knew I would need something substantial to keep them trapped inside. My ass ached to be flooded, and I wanted to take all my hard earned prizes home. Walking in, I looked back to the back towards the video booths counter, hoping that Kyle would be there to ask for help. Sadly, instead, there was a small twink guy with bright blue hair, texting away on his phone looking bored. Disappointed, I went to where I saw the poppers before, and after a while found a bottle that looked similar to the ones Kyle had shoved under my nose. The bottle proudly displayed ‘Super Rush’. Next, I walked over to the butt plug and my mind nearly shut down at all the choices. They came in sizes big and small. They could be made of glass, metal, rubber, silicon. Inflating, vibrating, cellular connected. Tails, cock rings, even jeweled. I shuddered at the last one. After the horror that my laptop had become, I could never look at rhinestones and fake crystals the same way again. And then, I saw it. The box called it a jock style plug, and it spoke to me with how it looked like a giant cock, but still, would work like a normal plug. Plus, it came in a two pack, so if one was too big, I could go with a smaller one. Going up to the counter, I paid for the items and threw them into the bag with the cigar supplies. Satisfied, I walked back out and realized as my stomach growled that I had no groceries. Thankfully, on my previous adventures in the neighborhood, I had discovered a decent grocery store, and so I walked across the street to it. A quick run through the aisles and I had a few TV dinners and a couple other staples to last me until I could make a full run to the store the next day. Laden down with both the box and my grocery bags, I walked back and entered my building. With a small lift of my fingers in a wave to Amal, who was talking on the phone, I then proceeded to call the elevator. While I waited, I shuffled the things in my hands and pulled out my phone. Flipping through the numbers, I sent a text message to Kyle: Hey, it’s Jake from last night. If I were to go to the video booths, what time should I go?? I watched as the message sent, and got into the elevator. Looking at my watch, it proudly displayed 6:45 pm. The doors opened, and I looked at my door which caused me to let out a slight curse. Maintenance In Progress, Please Come In Well, I sighed to myself, looks like I’ll have to wait until they are done to try out the purchases. With a groan, I opened the door, and walked in, setting down everything. “Hello?” I called out loud, looking for the maintenance man. “Sorry, in here,” I heard a muffled voice say, coming from the utility closet. Something about it sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it. A ding from my phone interrupted my train of thought on where I knew the voice. As I read the reply from Kyle: Depends. y? Me: Well… it’s been a day. And I need to get rid of some stress. Was hoping to have fun like last night. Picked up some poppers and a few cigars. Have a few with your name on them as a thank you. Kyle: fuck! not there tonight, but you tell benny the twink at the front i said you can go in on the friend discount. have to get you to come by a different time so we can enjoy the gars in style fucker Kyle: 2 answer the other ? tho i would say if u want loads dripping out ur cunt like the fuckin slut u are, go after 10 tonight Me: Seriously? Thx! Me: Wait… Slut? I've only ever been there once! lol Kyle: and u were a hot nasty cumdump pig. loved seeing that latin fukkers load drip out ur pussy and watching you take my prick and inhale my fuckin gar man. you have a great hole btw. so tight n made to suck out jizz. wish i was there to watch you get filled with cocksnot til u drip. Kyle: so wanna feed your lungs a few reds and sum more gar smoke, then when ur high on smoke, fuck you up on poppers n get u 2 back your hole up on some nice anon raw dick Kyle: have 2 also get u 2 the bathhouse sometime too. u wood be real popular there. maybe give u the grand tour and have a few buds give you some extra special loads. i know theyd love to take a long hard ride in your ass before filling up ur cunt w their hot swimmers Me: Might just do that. All of that sounds pretty fucking hot actually lol Kyle: just let benny know ur looking to be a cum dumpster 2nite. he’ll send em ur way. btw, he says some preppy guy that fit what i said you look like just came in and bought a nice fuckin set of ass plugs and sum high power poppers. that u? Me: Yeah… I tried to find the kind of poppers you used. And I bought a set of butt plugs that looked really hot. Kyle: hot damn fucker. please tell me its for the loads tonight? u gonna fill up ur hole and let em marinate all night? Me: Maybe…? Kyle: fuck!!! making me wish i was there to help you trap all that ass grease into your cum pit. gonna make you smoke so much more next time we fuck together now i know ur a smoke pig. would love to watch you smoke some reds. watch em dangle from your lips. maybe even give u my piss. Me: Never tried them or piss, but I’m game for both. Kyle: fuckin nice bud! so hot that you are turning into a nasty breeding piggy. never would have pegged u 4 one, but fuckin love it. use booth #8 bro. small enough you can get it from both end anon. hungry pig like you needs it anyway he can. cant wait to fuck your dripping boy pussy again and add my wad. gtg tho Me: ok. ttyl Shit, I have to kill a few hours, I thought to myself. My cock throbbed at the thoughts of what might go on tonight, and I felt antsy, wishing I could start sooner. Maybe I could smoke one of the cigars and get high on the poppers, then work the smaller plug inside me. But first, I’d have to wait for the maintenance guy to leave. Resigned, I unloaded my groceries as I turned my attention back to the voice in the closet. “Oh, sorry. Um… important work text I had to answer. Just didn’t want to startle you when I walked in,” I called out, suddenly realizing I had never replied back to the maintenance worker. Taking my box from the old apartment into my room, I placed it on the ground next to the dresser and made the bed, which I had forgotten to do the night before, picking up a few clothes and putting them into a pile before I reached down and grabbed my used underwear from the night before. Looking at the doorway, I briefly took a quick sniff of the dirty garments, enjoying the smell of dried cum before throwing them in the pile. Grabbing the cigars and supplies, I walked back out and nearly dropped the bag as I was confronted by someone I definitely didn't expect to see. “Holy shit…” I said, slowly, walking up to the kitchen counter, ”Jackson?” Standing in front of me was the man who had introduced me to smoke sex and barebacking. He gave me a slight look of shock as he realized instantly who I was. “Shit! Jake, right?” he said, wiping the sweat from his brow, clearly out of breath. “Yeah, um… why are you…” I began, my nervous habit kicking in again as I began to scratch the back of my neck. Without speaking, he pointed to his shirt, clearly labeled “Maintenance.” Turning back to the new washer and dryer now sitting in the utility closet, he pressed the start button on both, smiling as both started up perfectly. Shutting both off again, he turned his attention back to me. “How have you been? I mean, good I’d guess. Got a new place obviously!” he said, smiling and he went over to and washed his hands before drying them on his shirt, “But things have been going better since I last saw you I hope?” “Yeah, um… Things are better for sure. I just moved in yesterday,” I said, unable to stop staring at him. He looked almost unrecognizable in the polo shirt and lack of prominent piercings, “Why are you working here though? I mean, I thought you did construction work…” “Oh yeah. I still do,” he said, before opening the cabinets to pull out a glass. “Hey, do you mind if I get some water? Been standing on my head for an hour and these polos don't breath at all.” “Sure…” I said, waiting for an answer. I watched as he filled the glass and gulped it down. Setting it in the sink, he turned around and fanned his shirt as he continued. “Little brother is the property manager. He started on a few months back, and his team lost several of the maintenance crew. Few of them to another building and the rest had to be fired. He asked if I could fill in,” he said, as I nodded, checking him out. If anything, he looked even hotter than before, “I love my little bro, and he was in a pretty rough patch. Between that and the cooler weather cutting down on my work, I said sure. So, steady income and benefits until I want to leave. Also get better hours than on my own. In fact, you’re the last job of the day and I get to go home.” “Oh, cool,” I said, feeling my cock harden at the memory of his cock, now a prominent bulge in his pants, filling my ass. “How about you?” he asked, apparently enjoying the fact I couldn't stop staring. “Not much I guess…” I said, trailing off, slightly embarrassed as he made his way over to me before grabbing the bag in my hand. “Damn!” he exclaimed, looking at the name on the side of the bag, “Looks like someone has good taste.” I blushed as he gave me a huge smile. “I, uh… yeah…” I said, muttering slightly trying to come up with something to say, “Kinda have you to blame.” “Shit! Really?” he said, peeking inside of the bag as he sat it on the counter, “How is that?” “You got me really turned on to cigars that night… well, among other things…” I said, still slightly embarrassed. “Double fucking damn!” he said, smiling and rubbing his crotch, an evil grin on his face, “Don’t mean to intrude but… mind if we fire up few of these fuckers? Been dying for a smoke all day, and I’m now officially off the clock. And,” he said, reaching in and pulling out the bottle of poppers as well as the butt plugs, “It looks like you came prepared to play hard, boy. I seem to remember that you owe me a few cigars from the other night.” With a huge grin, he walked over to counter next to me and set the bag down before reaching into the bag and pulling out two of the large Asylums I had purchased. Unwrapping them from their cellophane, he ran one under his nose, inhaling deeply, before reaching over and setting the bottle of poppers in front of me. Next, he opened the butt plugs and taking the smaller one, licked the bottom and shoved it onto the side of the cabinets, where it stuck firmly. “You’re gonna need these poppers with the hard fuck I’m gonna give your tight hole, boy,” he said before he reached down to grab my dick through my pants, “And when I’m done, I’m gonna trap my loads deep inside your cunt.” I put my forehead against his chest, breathing in his sweaty, manly scent, mixed with the faint smell of cigar smoke. I moaned in pleasure. “In the mood for some fun then?” he growled, squeezing my cock, “Want to take a few loads to keep that hole warm all night and let me really fuck those lungs of yours?” Immediately my cock strained even harder in my pants, the thought of having a repeat of that first night made my hole ache to be stretched and filled, and my lungs hungered for the smoke. Slowly, I began to nod.

An hour later there was a knock at the door. As soon as I opened it a tall skinny black man with a camera walked in. I said "What are doing here?'. He said" I'm here to film you get fucked by your gifter." He then removed all of his clothes. I could see he had the wasted look and a very large cock. My gifter came in and said "Get on your hands and knees". "We're going to be porn stars." Soon for the first time in my life I was getting filmed in the act of getting fucked. All I could do is stare at the camera man's cock. I knew then I wanted to take his cock up my ass. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me. "He said that is one of the reasons I'm here. "Your gifter said you liked getting fucked by full blown AIDS top so much that he invited me here.". Soon my gifter came. I knew that I would get fucked by a second gifter soon.

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.

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 almost threw my laptop across the room when I jumped up. I'd almost given up on ever seeing Sam again. He'd stopped returning my texts and I didn't care for a second why he was at our home when I leapt into his arms. He endured my excitement until it had calmed. When I finally pulled back, I noticed his eyes were on Chance. There wasn't any anger lingering behind them. They emanated something, but I wasn't sure what. I was just happy to see his face again, since the last time it was swollen and tear stained. Chance stood from his seat and turned to face us. His face was unreadable. I stepped back, unsure of what was coming. It seemed like a power struggle. Thickened air was rolling around the room. Sam stepped very slowly towards Chance as Chance began maneuvering around the couch. Time stopped for a minute. I held my breath, unsure of what was about to happen. Chance got to the reverse side of the couch and stopped. Sam hesitated. Chance held his arms open and burst into a smile, "welcome home." Sam ran into Chance's embrace, letting loose a ******* of tears. I smiled to myself. He was back! Within a couple days, Chance was back to his normal self, feeling better. He'd given Sam his gifts, much to Sam's delight. That weekend, Chance made reservations at one of the classiest restaurants in town. Dressed to the nines, we stood waiting for the table. Typically in public, we refrained from displays of affection, not wanting to draw attention to our less-than-typical relationship. That night though, we were bold and uncaring what anybody else thought. We did gather some pretty interesting glances when Chance sat on the bench, flanked on either side, holding hands with both of us. We'd stood in the face of adversity and came out with newfound strength. It was our night to celebrate and reap the rewards. Dinner was amazing, dessert: remarkable. Toward the end of the meal, Sam confessed his whereabouts during his self-imposed exile. He'd been staying at a few friends' places. He came to realize how miserable he'd been without us; how nothing Chance had said would be unfulfilled. Somewhere in between the second and third week, the ache for primal acts of lust crept into his mind and he found himself trying to get ahold of previous lays. His thirst for a cum slopped ass was too overwhelming for him to manage. That's when he made the decision to return, though he waited another week to be sure. "Well I'm glad you came back," Chance confessed, "I missed you." I smiled at the honesty in his voice. We finished at the restaurant and went home. It was dusk and Chance went straight into the bedroom after entering the house. Sam and I kicked off our shoes. Chance had closed the door to the bedroom and locked it. Sam and I exchanged glances, wondering what was up. Moments later, Chance emerged and there was a visible glow emanating from the bedroom. His expression signaled caution. We stepped towards him and showed no fear. Face to face with Chance, I ran my hands over the lapel of his dinner jacket. This was it, the last few moments before diving head first into a new life. I thought I'd be afraid, paralyzed, and unable to continue. But looking into Chance's eyes, I felt nothing but peace. Chance took our hands in his. Backing slowly, he lead us into the bedroom, which had been illuminated with candles. Resting on the bed was a glass pipe, a lighter and a bottle of poppers, neatly rested on a small hand towel. Chance's smile was vibrant with energy. We stood before him as he soaked in the sight of us, dressed up and ready to take the plunge. He turned around and took the glass pipe into his hands. He offered it to Sam first, who took it carefully into his hands and lit it up. As he twisted it and the tiny rocks began to melt, smoke filled the cavity. Sam drew the smoke in slowly, and held it. Chance took Sam by the back of the head and pressed their lips together. Sam exhaled the smoke into Chance's lungs and immediately began feeling the effects of the drug. I watched his eyes roll back into his head and his shoulders relax. Chance exhaled, then offered the pipe to me. I repeated the process and passed it to Sam. Then Chance with me. Within minutes we were all fucked up. Chance began taking off his jacket and I put my hand on his chest. He pulled it back over his shoulders and I gently nudged him onto his back. He landed on the bed and stretched out. Sam and I crawled up next to him, I fiddled with his belt, quickly unfastening it and grabbing the button of his pants. Sam pulled the zipper down as I stuck my hand into his pants, freeing the hardening monster inside. I paused and looked at it, knowing it was about to infect me. I watched a huge drop off precum build up at the tip. I looked up at Chance, who was watching intently. I took the shaft of his cock into one hand, ran the other up his shirt, feeling his well shaped abs. I brought my lips down on his piss slit and gave the head of his cock a peck, smearing my lips with his tainted precum. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes. I was showing him that I love him, no matter what. He smiled and eased his head back onto the comforter. I broke the cock kiss and licked my lips. I don't know why, but I expected it to taste different. I was delighted to find it was just as sweet as ever. I aimed his cock toward Sam, who eagerly popped the head into his mouth. He began to bob on it, letting his mouth sink down half way before pulling back up slowly. Chance grunted into the air and opened one eye to look at me. I crawled up to meet his gaze and began to kiss him with a passion unlike any before. I felt tingly all over and felt the temperature sky rocket in my veins. It may have been the drugs, but I like to think it was built up sexual tension. Having gone over a month since getting any was igniting a wildfire in my body. Chance began pulling off my clothes, popping the buttons off my shirt and tearing the fabric of my undershirt to expose my bare skin to the chilled air of our bedroom. "I wanna taste that pussy baby," he whispered coarsely as he began grabbing at the fabric over my ass. In one strong tug, I felt the seam of my slacks give way, exposing the brightly colored underwear I had on. Another tug and those were in tatters too. He helped guide me over his face, lining his mouth up with my hole. I looked down to see Sam's lips pressed firmly against the skin around the base of Chance's cock. Suddenly, with a long, slow drag of the tongue, Chance began eating me out. Instinctively, my hole contracted briefly before relaxing on his tongue. It had been far too long since I'd been stretched open, so his tongue struggled to push inside me. He was starved for my ass and before I knew it, my hole was soaked with spit. I felt my hole relax more and Chance's tongue pushed the tight muscles encircling my hole open. I reached behind me and pulled Chance closer, completely burying his face in my bubble butt. Sam was voraciously deep-throating Chance at this point and his face was getting covered in his own spit. After a while doing this, Chance pushed me up enough to tell us to change positions. I maneuvered myself into my stomach and Sam joined me, overlapping his leg over mine so we were hip to hip. Chance ripped a hole in Sam's pants too, finding that Sam was commando. I leaned over and started kissing Sam as Chance began eating him out. Not wanting to ignore anyone that night, Chance ran his fingers over my quenched hole. Sam moaned into my mouth and I knew Chance was tongue fucking him. At this point, Chance roughly jammed two fingers in me. Flinching, I noticed that Chance was curling his fingers inside me, followed by a slight tinge of pain. I responded by arching my back, imposing his fingers deeper in me. After a few minutes, he switched, tongueing me while fingering Sam. Chance worshipped our holes non-stop for over an hour until both Sam and I were beyond desperate for more. Abruptly, Chance pulled off us and I looked over my shoulder. He was pulling off the remnants of Sam's clothing. I noticed he was sweating and his fingers were leaving red trails on Sam's white shirt. High as fuck, it took a moment for me to process that it was blood. One if us was bleeding from his finger fucking, maybe both. Chance finished undressing me, then Sam and I stripped Chance. The room was scorchingly hot. We were all dripping sweat. Sam and I laid back on the bed and Chance stood in front of us, glancing back and forth. "Guess we're at the hard part," Chance said. I looked up at him quizzically. "Who goes first?" I chuckled and said, "Sam can if he wants." I wanted to watch my knight get truly bred. Sam responded by laughing and pulling me on top of him, so I was straddling him. Chance took Sam's cock and aimed it at my hole. Goosebumps rose all over my skin. I felt the fat head of Sam's 8 inch cock push past my first sphincter and I greedily swallowed the entire thing. My moan filled the room. I bent down and kissed Sam, arching my back some so Chance had a clear image of my hole stretched over Sam's neg cock for the last time. It proved to be more than Chance could handle and before I react, I felt the head of Chance's cock begin to push Sam's aside. My hole took forever to let him in. An audible pop, followed by a pleasant burn around my hole told me Chance was in. Had we not smoked from the pipe, I probably would have been in a significant amount of pain. Chance pulled me up, wrapping his arms around my chest and lifting. I closed my eyes, wondering how I'd be able to process vision in addition to the tremendous stretch I was enduring. I took a deep breath in through my nose and felt the chill vapors from the poppers Chance was holding up to my face. Instantly, I felt my hole relax and I started to work my way down their shafts. Chance took my movement as a sign I was ready and with one swift thrust, buried as much of his cock into my rectum as possible. Anther thrust posted him past my second sphincter. The third and he was hilted. At this point, he froze, allowing me a moment to adjust. The moment wasn't long enough, and before I knew it, my hole was getting plowed hard. I grabbed the sheets and Sam pulled me down into his arms, planting kisses on my lips to help comfort me of the intensity of sessions I was enduring. After a few minutes, my hole dilated enough to accommodate their cocks and the warm burn became a pulsing pleasure. My moans and the sounds of an intense double fuck filled the room. You know the ones, the sloppy, slightly echoed, sloshing from having two big cocks in you. Chance was sweating more now, the drops colliding with my back. At one point, the two of them synchronized their thrusts so that Chance would be pushing in as Sam pulled out. Sam started talking in a raspy voice, "how's that big poz cock feel in there babe?" "Fucking perfect," I couldn't say more, too focused on the sensations. He continued though, me nodding and grunting in response. "Remember? The last time we played with T? How long it took for Chance to cum? Two hours at least right? You gonna take it that long? Gonna be a good bitch for us baby? You want that poz cum in you don't you? Do anything for it? Your hole is so wet babe, so sloppy. Feels so good." Soon, Chance joined into the dirty talk, "Sam's right babe, it's gonna take a while for me to blast this poz cum in you. You wanna stop?" I almost screamed my response, "NO! FUCK NO! DON'T STOP! EVER!" They kept fucking me for over an hour, fueling each other's dirty talk, which encouraged Chance to keep going. After an hour, my hole went completely slack, dragging the ruined ring of muscle along their shafts with each thrust. Chance and Sam seized the opportunity and started wildly fucking me. I lost track of time then, blanketed from the world in our fuck fest. God-knows-how-long later, I felt a tension rise in my gut, that inched it's way over my entire body. Like someone turned on a light inside me, it exploded, and I began blasting cum all over Sam's face and chest. As I cried out wildly, my hole spasmed on their cocks, pushing Chance over the edge. He held my hips firmly in place and drove every bit of cock in as deep as he could before blasting my insides with white hot toxic cum. It flooded into me so hard; I could feel it splash against the walls of my depths. Chance finished cumming and remained buried in me, securely plugging my hole with their cocks. He wanted to make sure his sperm wouldn't somehow escape the cavern they'd made of my hole. Time slowed down and it felt like we stayed like that for hours, though it was probably more along the line of twenty minutes. Once Chance started pulling his cock out, he began spanking my right cheek, so I'd tighten up and not lose more cum than necessary. Once his cock popped out, he held it at the entrance to my hole for a minute. He shifted his weight and showed me his phone. He'd taken a picture of his cock, pink with cum and blood, with Sam's cock sporting a giant drip of cum on the shaft where my puffy ass lips clung to it. Immediately, he told me to spin around so I was facing him. It took a moment, because I was dizzy with lust. Then he had Sam roll us over so I was under him, with his cock firmly lodged in my freshly bred hole. He told me to hold Sam's muscular ass open. I grabbed Sam's cheeks and pulled them as far apart as I could. Chance rammed four fingers into Sam and roughly fucked him with them, sinking down to his thumb with each thrust. Without skipping a beat, he ripped his fingers out and stuffed his cock in. Sam groaned loudly and bit my neck. I pushed my hole back onto his cock, feeling the trimmed pubes tickling my swollen hole. I stayed there as Chance began working up a fuck frenzy. Chance aggressively plowed into Sam, relentless, like he was trying to fuck a hole through him. Chance grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back, planting a dominating kiss on his mouth, jamming his tongue down Sam's throat. I lay under him, feeling the kinetic energy of Chance's thrusts in Sam's cock. Every so often I'd feel his cock expand and contract and I began grinding my hips against him. I wanted to massage his cock head into the cum drenched walls of my hole. Chance felt this and started talking dirty, "That feel good baby?" Sam moaned, "Does his hole feel nice on that cock?" Another moan, "you like having your cock soak in my poz cum don't you baby boy? You love it. You're anxious to have your own hole infected too. You wanted it all along baby. You wanted to catch the bug. Didn't you?" Sam moaned loudly, and Chance thrust particularly hard into him, "say it. Tell me the truth about why you let anyone fuck you." Sam whined, "Fuck baby! Yes, I want to be poz, I want to take any and all cocks. I've always wanted it. I need it! Please baby! Give it to me!" That was all the encouragement Chance needed. He started railing Sam's hole, pounding him into me. I grabbed the sheets and pulled, but unable to move, I was forced to stay put. Chance continued fucking Sam for well over three hours before he finally shot off in him. Sam was so turned on that he blasted his last neg load into my hole, mixing with Chance's. Once he'd calmed down, Chance popped his cock out and plugged Sam with the largest plug he could fit in him. He wanted it to massage his DNA into Sam's torn walls. Unable to sleep, we spent the rest of the weekend taking turns fucking one another. Chance let us fuck him for the first time. It was the best weekend of my life. The one where I knew I'd always have Sam and Chance, not just emotionally, but in my blood. And that was the best feeling of all.

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."

As soon as we were unstrapped and hollowed of the dildo, Sam took off out the door. I shot Chance a look of disgust and followed suit. Ryan met us outside and before Chance could join us, we were driving away. The ride was silent, none of us knowing what to say. Chance had betrayed the trust we'd placed in him. Even Ryan seemed conflicted by the event. He pulled up to the front of the house and Sam threw open the car door and slammed it shut. Ryan rested his forehead in his hands and exhaled before turning to me. "You guys probably want some time to yourselves," his eyes were compassionate and soft, a look I'd never seen in him before. I stared for a moment, feeling the rage build up inside me. "Fuck you," I practically screamed as I threw open the door and began walking to the door. Halfway up the path, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It made be flinch and I turned to face Ryan. "I didn't know this was going to happen, babe," he was trying to quell his wrath. I didn't care. I turned again and continued to the door. I threw it open and Sam was packing a bag with clothing. "Don't leave Sam, please? I can't do this without you." I started to shake. Everything was falling apart. I walked to him and took his hands. He pulled them away, quickly. I stood staring at him, shocked that he reacted like this. He'd never been cold to me. His eyes looked to the door, where Ryan stood. "What the fuck do you want?" Sam yelled, throwing a shirt to the floor. "I didn't do shit with this Sam! Guys! I'm serious! I didn't know this was going to happen!" Ryan was trying his best to remain calm, but his anger was pervading his face. Sam pushed past me, throwing me against the wall hard, and grabbed Ryan by the front of his shirt. "You knew damn well what the fuck was happening. You stood there and watched. You fucking took part in it!" He swung hard and clocked Ryan in the ribs. I jumped up and ran to Sam, trying to pull him off. Everybody was yelling. I felt a sharp jab I'm my gut and fell back, trying to draw air into my lungs but to no prevail. I looked up to see Ryan pin Sam against the wall and pull his arm back. He clenched his fist and like lightning, decked Sam square in the jaw. I tried to stand, but I was too weak. Sam slumped to the floor and started crying. I managed to get one good deep breath. "Get the fuck out of my house!" I expended the entirety of my lungs in that command. Ryan looked to me and see the zeal in my face. He picked up his keys and ran to his car, slamming the door hard. His engine whirred as he sped off. Sam lay sobbing on the floor, blood coming from his nose. I got my bearings and stood cautiously, walking to the fridge. I grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and returned to the trembling form of my boy. I cautiously applied the ice to his face and caressed his hair. "Please don't leave me Sam, I need you." The words escaped my lips at a whisper. A moment passed in silence. "I don't know what to do anymore," Sam confessed. "I feel like I'm being ripped in two." I helped him off the floor and onto the couch. I laid on my side and rested my head on his lap. I felt a drop or two of blood hit my cheek but couldn't find the strength to wipe it away. I felt so weak, exhausted. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, the light from outside was blinding. I sat up and Sam looked to me. "Hey baby," he whispered. The affection in his voice soothed my fears over him leaving. His face hadn't swelled too much, but it was obvious he'd been fighting. I looked around cautiously. Unsure if I was ready to see Chance yet, I found relief that there was no indication he'd returned. "Did you sleep?" I asked Sam, who shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "No. Couldn't." Understandable, I thought. "So what do we do now?" I was afraid of the answer. "First, I apologize for hitting you. You don't deserve that." I looked down, acknowledging the ache in my side. "Then we wait, I guess." I nodded and slowly made my way to the kitchen. There was blood in the entrance, but I didn't have the energy to deal with it. I grabbed a box of Lucky Charms and returned to the couch. We started eating them and neither of us spoke. Whatever happened, it seemed we'd be going at it together. The minutes turned to hours that day. The house seemed so quiet. Lifeless. Or maybe that was just an externalization of what I felt. I found it upsetting that Chance hadn't returned to bear the results of his actions. He might have stayed at a friend's house. I found myself worrying, which surprised me. Late in the evening, as the sun was setting, we heard a car pull up. We looked to one another, both unknowing of what would be said or done. The next few minutes were long. So very long. They clung to the clock like honey. Finally, we heard keys jingle, the latch tick, and the gasp of air as the door opened. I turned my head. Sam didn't move. Chance filled the door frame, holding two bouquets of flowers. I felt sorry for him. It was going to take more than flowers to remedy this. He wore the same clothes as the night before. His hair was undone and lazily brushed down. I made eye contact with him, unyielding in expression. He knew how hurt I was. He moved to the front of the room, took in the sight of us. Sam's bruised face and my side elicited a look of surprise from him. He set the flowers on the coffee table. Sam stood quickly. "Sit down, Sam." Chance's voice was low and gentle. Sam turned and took a step away. "I said sit the fuck down." No longer gentle, Chance's voice blasted through the house. Sam paused, unsure of his next move. "Please," Chance almost whispered. A deep breath escaped Sam before he returned to the couch. He seemed to be choosing his word carefully, as there was hesitation in his voice, "You're mad. I know this. Hate me probably. But you're not seeing everything right." Sam rolled his eyes, I looked to the floor, "if you're going to break up our home, do it for the right reason." This cought my attention, and I looked up to him. He waited till Sam made eye contact before he continued, "Look at how you go through guys Sam," I held my breath, this wasn't going to be pretty. "You know it was just a matter of time before someone infected you. And then it'd be a waiting game till he got it," he looked at me. I broke eye contact. "I'll be fucking damned if some guy bugs you because he lied to you. If either of you get this, it should be by your choice and by someone who loves you and will take care of you after." Tension in my shoulders eased. I eyed Chance cautiously, none the less. Sam's leg was bouncing. He was aggravated and understandably so. As pissed off as he was about what Chance said, there was no denying its validity. We've all been borrowing time. And apparently that time was now up. Chance continued, "So the way I see it, you can either accept this change and stay with someone who loves you very much and who wants you to be yourselves. Or you can leave and either continue playing Russian roulette with your tricks, or live afraid of who you really are. Choice is yours." Well fuck.

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.

Your dream isn't that uncommon. Not everyone is destined for or wants a white picket fence life. And not everyone wants to be monogamous to another. I've known men who have a partner or boyfriend and get fucked on the side and bring loads how to their partner and they get filled more at home. ..I like the idea as well. As much fun as it is taking random loads and loads from buds I would be more then willing to date a horny dominant top who pushes my limits and who I get alone with well and I'm able to give them much more then just hook ups. But at the same time it's even hotter if they want me to go out and get loads from other tops and bring the loads home or bring the tops home. But you still have more of a connection or bond with the one you are dating. There was a guy a while back who talked about doing that but I think it was more of a fantasy for him. I think that's the real difference. Some people aren't programmed this way and the idea is foreign to them. Or some just like it as a fantasy but might not actually go through with the reality. What alot of men don't understand too is just because you are dating someone means you are chained to them. It means you are exploring things with them and deciding for yourself if you want to keep dating them, take it further, or take a step back or just be buds. But you aren't alone with this There actually is a top who I would like to get to know more and maybe even date. After moving and settling in gets better I'd like to see where things go. It's always good if someone you like be it top or bottom wants to do more with you then just sex, a session, and getting naked. Good to have friends

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.