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Part 9 When Benji got home his mother asked how his friend was gong. Benji didn’t know until David told him as he stopped him off at his car that they sent a text to his mom telling hey that his friend was not feeling well and his parents were out of town and that he be home Sunday afternoon when his friend’s parents got home. She also thanked him for letting her know and that he was a good friend to take care of someone in that situation. It’s just been Benji and his mom since his father’s death when he was only 5. Probably explains the deep down daddy issue the teen unknowingly has hidden. His mother gave him a lot of freedom never really giving hima curfew as long as she knew where he was. Growing up like most boys he was raised in a heterosexual world. He thought his end all be all was to be with a woman. After what he experienced this past weekend, his entire view had changed. It felt natural to have another guy fuck and breed him. Be couldn’t imagine anything other than doing that he rest of his life. Benji attempted to do (what little) homework he had due Monday at school. He couldn’t get it out of his head the discovery he made about getting fucked. He was so very horny and finally his cock was responding with getting semi-hard. By the time he had finished dinner his dick was so hard he thought it could cut glass. He jerked of and experienced the strongest orgasm he’d ever had in his young life. He actually remained hard after he had finally sir his wad and jerked off again. He was able to cum 2 more times before he finally went soft. As he lay in bed drifting off to sleep his mind wondered to a dark place thinking about all the unprotected sex be had over the weekend. He had to admit to himself that he looked how all the men wanted to fuck him and the joy each one received from being able to cum inside him. Although be knew it wasn’t the brightest idea, he liked how it felt to him when someone’s cock throbbing inside his ass at its delivered a load of creamy cum. He was going to get that feeling again no matter the consequences. He drifted off to sleep and had some strange, vivid dreams. One is his dreams was about Andrew fucking him non-stop. He kept breeding Benji over and over again each time telling the teen that the was giving him a gift he’d never forget. Benji woke from that dream with cum in his shorts. He remembered a lot of the things that were said to him and that he said to the men who fucking and breeding him at the party. He got on his computer and looked up ‘gifting’, ‘knocked up’ and ‘impregnate’ as related to gay sex. He discovered a website called Breeding Zone and what he discovered shocked him, but the more he read it also incredibly turned him on. He started reading done if the stories and discovered that getting ‘knocked up’ or 'gifted' with HIV want the end, but a beginning. He realized that he was free to enjoy fucking the way it was meant to be done by men, raw and uninhibited. He did his best to get through the next few days as best he could. He was jerking off multiple times a day. As he made it through school on Wednesday he knew he was gong to see Arthur that afternoon. Secretly he hoped Arthur would fuck him, but we’re about a job so it might be all business. Once school ended Benji practically ran to his car and headed for Manhole Underground. He pulled up to a nice size club with a big parking lot. There was one car park near the backdoor. Benji parked his car next that single car and found the backdoor unlocked. As he walked through the door he was greeted by a smiling Arthur who gave him a hug and a kiss before telling him, “Make sure the back door is locked. The club during open until 6.” Benji made sure the door was locked. Arthur gave the twink a tour of his club showing him the bar area, the dance floor, the theater where he explained once sex shows were performed and the 6 private rooms where ‘couples' could go to fuck. After the tour Arthur asked if Benji, “What do you think of the place?” Benji admitted, “I don’t have much up compare it to, this is the first gay bar I’ve ever been inside. I think it’s very nice. But how can an 18 year old work at a bar, what would I do here?” Arthur explained, “Although you can’t drink, the state will allow someone 18 years old to work in a bar. While your leaning how to be a server we’ll have you bussing the tables, picking up empty drinks. From now until you graduate you’ll when Friday night 9 pm to Saturday 6 am, Saturday night 9 pm to Sunday 6 am. Of course you get one weekend off a month to attend our group party. The job pays $8 an hour plus tips. Most of the guys who work for new can take Home $200 to $300 I tips a night. There are a few ways you can earn extra money of you’re interested.” Benji was impressed with the potential money me could make working at the bar. The fact that he’d be around a number of hot guys was a bonus. Arthur told Benjis, “Let’s get you uniform.” As the two walked towards the back office to where the uniforms were kept, Athur went on, “A hot looking, young man like yourself will attract a lot of attention from a certain clientele that come to the bar. They would pay money to see you perform a live sex show. You’d be paid 25% of what is collected for that show. That includes what is collected from anyone who is in the theater and the cost paid by the person who requested the show. That potentially could be a $100 to $250.” Benji liked the idea of having sex with others watching and getting paid for the pleasure. He’d already had sex with others watching him, why not get paid for echoing exactly what he enjoyed, getting fucked. Arthur had one last thing to tell him before bent Benji his uniform, “There’s one more way to earn extra money, “You can also get paid by some of the men who got to this club the a private fuck session. Those private session are only done here at the bar in of our private rooms. You could earn another $200 to $500 for one private fuck session.” Arthur had Benji get naked so that he could get the new employee's measurements; waist, inseam, height, weight, etc. He then unlocked a locker, went through the various items stored within it and pulled out 2 of everything; 2 leather jocks, 2 leather vests, 2 pair leather chaps, 2 pair thick, white, athletic socks and a single pair black boots. Benji tried everything on and it for perfectly to the point it showed off his ass that Arthur commented, “Those look so damn good on your body you look very fuckable. You’re going to be very popular around here with a lot of our regulars. I wouldn’t bee surprised to see you have good money in tips, live shows and in private. Arthur then pulled a pipe and a small baggie of Tina. He loaded the pipe and lit the torch that was starting to heat the bowl. Benji watched in anticipation of getting high again. After Arthur took a big hit he handed the pipe to Benji. Arthur got on his knees behind his newest employee and began up eat his perfectly framed ass as Benji was heating the bowl. The teen’s ass opened up easily allowing Arthur to blow the smoke from the hit he had taken into Benji’s ass as he took a deep hit he his own. The combination of the smoke in his ass and lungs doubled the effect as Arthur proceeded to rim the twink. Between his moans of approval, Benji continued to hit the pipe before Arthur asked for it so he take a few hits of his own. After he had taken several in a row, he handed the pipe back to Benji suggesting, “Let’s move this onto the theater stage where I can show you the equipment.” Once in the stage Arthur practically attacked the more high and horny teen. A naked Arthur helped the teen into the sling on stage and rammed his cock deep inside Benji in one swift move. Once he had impaled the twink, he helped guide his feet into the stirrups as he derived a solid asspounding. Benji was finally getting the fucking be needed. He knew he was going to like working at the bar, he figured the best perk were going to be the drugs and fucking. And at the rate Arthur was now fucking him, he figured his ass was about to be filled.

PART 4 Tim’s cock wasn’t even halfway in me and I was sure I was being torn up. My first cock was huge and I was trying so hard to relax. But as he slowly worked his hips and worked that massive rod into me, my hole finally seemed to open up. And it felt so good. Instant bottom. And he just kept slowly pumping that man cock into me. “Fuck your hole is so tight. Such a hot little hole,” he grunted. Inspired by the fact that I was pleasing him, for the first time I pushed back against him. I wanted more of him inside me. I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted to make him cum. “Yeah, you like it. You like that big cock inside you don’t you?” He asked. “So good, feels so good,” was all I could get out, as he picked up speed. He wasn’t pounding me, but he was getting more aggressive and taking longer strokes. I had never even imagined it could feel so good. And knowing my hole was making his cock feel good got me so hot I knew i couldn’t even touch my cock. It was like steel and precum was pouring out. I would cum the second I started stroking. And now I was getting pounded. Each slam home knocking my breath out. “Oh god oh god oh god,” who knows how many times I said that. “So close. Fucking tight little boy ass,” he grunted through clenched teeth. “Wanna.... wanna make you cum. Cum in me. Cum in me, “ I begged. He was frantic now, his thrusts getting erratic. It seemed like he was close. “Can’t cum in you. Gotta... gotta pull out. Fuck gonna cum. Oh fuck gonna cum.” I don’t even know where it came from or why it seemed so important to me, an 18 year old virgin, but I wanted to make him cum with my ass. I didn’t want him to finish jerking off. “No! I practically shouted reaching out my hands and pulling him into me, just as he was trying to pull out. Gripping him, I felt him buck and spasm as his giant cock erupted inside of me. I ground into him as I felt his cock pulse and instinctively knew what thAt meant, each spasm meant a shot of cum spraying into me. And it spasmed a lot. I loosened my grip as he finished and I felt his orgasm subside. He slowly slid out of me and looked down. “I’m Sorry. I shouldn’t have let you, I shouldn’t have finished inside you,“ he said quietly. I looked up at him, naive as I was. “Why? It felt so good. I swear, it felt SO GOOD. And I wanted to make you cum with... with my butt. And I FELT it! Your cum. I could feel it like in me,” I said like a kid that just discovered candy. He just looked at me in the same way and said, “Chris, it’s not... it isn’t safe for... I have HIV.”

Part 4 - Fleeting Glances Daniel woke at 6am and felt adequately refreshed, he had managed to sleep through and fight the jetlag. He threw on some shorts and walked through the hotel down to the beach for an early morning dip. The beach was nearly deserted apart from two grounds men raking over the sand and generally cleaning up preparing for the new day. The water felt cool and invigorating so he wasted no time and dived in, the sun was beginning to climb higher in to the sky as he swam and enjoyed the solitude. Jordan stepped out on to his balcony overlooking the beach area, he noticed one person already swimming in the sea. The body causing ripples in the perfectly calm sea as it sped through the water. He was half tempted to go down for a swim until his train of thought was interrupted, there was a knock at his room door, casually he put on the bathrobe and opened the door to a smiling room steward holding a tray of coffee. Jordan smiled and asked her to put on the balcony table, placing the tray she caught sight of Daniel who was now walking back up to the hotel, Daniel saw Milly and gave her a wave and she waved back. "Do you know the young man?" asked Jordan as he took one of the seats at the table. "Yes Sir, that is Daniel" she paused and smiled "lovely young man and such good manners". Jordan thought he would play a different tactic "Yes, we have chatted briefly on the beach, really nice person". "Brought up well by his parents and has a very kind soul." she replied as she poured Jordan a cup of coffee. Jordan wanted to push Milly to find out more but she made her apologies and left him to his coffee. He silently sat on the balcony enjoying the morning sun and drinking his coffee before he headed down for breakfast. It was mid morning by the time he wandered down to the beach looking for the same spot he had yesterday. To his surprise Cael walked towards Jordan and told him he had reserved the sunbed in the same spot, Jordan was chuffed at how the hotel liked to exceed expectation in this fashion. He laid back people watching for a while and then fell asleep. He must have dozed off for an hour or so, he was woken up at the sound of Cael a few meters away chatting, he turned his head to have a peek and saw the young man Daniel assuming the same spot as yesterday. He couldn't fathom out what he found so fascinating about him that and why he had to keep taking glances, there was something he found sexy, or was it loveable, or... oh he didn't know, he went back to staring up at the palm trees overhead. Daniel put on his sunglasses and looked discreetly over at Jordan imagining himself wrapped in those tattooed muscled arms in a loving embrace. For the first time in ages a natural erection began stirring in his shorts, slightly embarrassed he turned over and laid on his stomach giving him ample opportunity to keep looking at Jordan from behind his sunglasses. Jordan sprung off his sunbed and headed down to the water almost shocking Daniel who was away in a dreamy state admiring him, he watched Jordan stroll along the shore before he dived in. Daniel stood and went over to the beach bar to get some fruit juice, as he sipped the refreshing juice he looked out to the ocean and immediately saw Jordan was looking right in his direction before he dived under the water. As he finished his drink he wandered down to the waters edge to cool down sitting just above the water line, his legs being caressed by the gentle waves brushing past and on to the white sand. Jordan swam up towards where he sat only few meters away. Jordan floated in the shallow water "Hello back again for more beach time?" he said trying to dazzle with his best smile. Daniel looked and smiled "Morning, best place to be for chilling out and forgetting everything". "Can't agree with you more" he said as he positioned himself a meter away from Daniel "all your worries just float away". Daniel nervously held out his hand towards Jordan "I'm Daniel". "Hey Daniel, I'm Jordan and American if you couldn't tell. Love your British accent" Jordan took his hand and shook it. Daniel laughed "I guessed you were American by your accent. Holidaying alone?" breathing a sigh of relief. "Yeah for the moment, my father will join me at the end of the week. How about you?" Jordan asked. Daniel rolled his head back stretching towards the sun "Yes, just a quick week's rest and relaxation". Jordan stood up "Maybe we can catch a drink later around lunchtime if I am not intruding?". "Absolutely, talking to the fish in the sea is boring". Daniel chuckled and Jordan went back to his sunbed laughing. Daniel had a good look at the tattoos whilst they chatted but there were no signs on the artwork indicating if he was gay, nor did he give anything away in his mannerisms. All Daniel could think of was that his mother would like him and what a lovely couple he and Jordan would make. Jordan laid back on the sunbed none the wiser if Daniel was gay or not, he figured this was going to be more a friendship for the week and some company, but oh how he desired and needed to be waking up next to him every morning. Jordan surprised himself with such a random thought going through his mind, he looked to where Daniel was who was now laying down at the waters edge. The beach was quiet apart from the few guests relaxing in the sun or under the palms, occasionally guests appeared from the pool terrace to take a swim or enjoy a drink at the beach bar. Laughter rang out from the water causing Jordan to wake from his slumber, he looked over to see what was going on. He saw Daniel talking with the actress and her family as they swam around, his gaze permanently fixed on Daniel as he played around in the sea. Deciding it was time to cool off he headed down to the water and dived in, he swam carefully avoiding Daniel as best he could, he dived under the water and surfaced a few meters away, he was caught unaware as Daniel had swam over in his direction. Daniel wiped the salty water from his face and asked if Jordan wanted to grab that drink. They both swam towards shore then headed up to the beach bar. Cael stood there with a mischievous grin on his face as they took a seat at one of the tables, he approached to take their order patting Daniel on the shoulder. "Danny, Jordan, what can I get you both?" he asked smiling in Daniel's direction. Daniel ordered first "Hmm, Mango and pineapple fruit crush please Cael". Jordan looked at Cael "The same please Cael" not really knowing what it was but it sounded palatable anyway. "Two crushes coming up" as Cael turned he was giggling quietly at the irony of what he just said. "How was your morning, relaxing?" Jordan asked Daniel as he wiped himself off with the cold towel Cael had placed before them. Daniel wiped his face "Completely, finally getting rid of my demons". "I know how that feels, hope you are putting them to rest finally." Jordan replied. They spent an hour or so just chatting about Barbados and general things, Jordan didn't want to broach the subject about Daniel's demons but was a little more than interested to find out. They spoke about what they did for a living but somehow Jordan felt Daniel was being guarded about certain things that he did, all he would say is that we worked for his parents in leisure. On the other hand Jordan didn't mention about his porn career as he was going to put that behind him and didn't see any reason to tell him just yet, plus how would he react to that sort of news. One thing was very evident that they were getting on well and Jordan was smitten and enjoying his company, he was a breath of fresh air compared to how controlling Sage had become. Jordan finished his drink "Time to get back to some sunbathing" he announced as he stood up. "Yes, need to get some colour on my pasty white legs" Daniel replied looking down at them. Jordan took his chance and looked as well "Well I wouldn't say they were pasty" he looked up at Daniel. "You think?" As he said that their eyes met. Jordan paused before asking "If your free tonight would you join me for dinner?" he almost held his breath waiting. Daniel stood up "I would love to, shall we say 8pm at the pool bar?". "Perfect will see you then." Jordan smiled at Daniel as the both headed back to their sunbeds. Jordan spent the rest of the afternoon sunning himself and swimming, Daniel said good bye when he left the beach. There were only a few people left and Cael was tidying up the used towels and sunbeds before he wandered over close to Jordan, he caught his eye and Cael came over. "Hello Jordan, can I get you anything?" he said throwing another towel across his arm. "Yes please Cael, can I have another of those fruit crushes please." he asked. Cael nodded and smiled "Of course Jordan" he replied before heading back to the beach bar. It wasn't long before he returned and handed Jordan his drink, he asked if Jordan had an exciting evening planned as he continued tidying up. Jordan told him he was having a quiet dinner for two, he questioned Cael where in the resort would be most ideal, Cael immediately said the Windward Palm just along the beach on the rocky outcrop, it was the resorts most exclusive dining venue. He stopped before remembering it was booked up for this evening and told him that it was full tonight. Jordan resigned himself that it looked like dinner in the main restaurant which was good but not ideal for a quiet evening. Cael inquired if he was dining with Daniel which caused Jordan to splutter in to his drink. "Is it that obvious." he asked wiping his chin with the towel. Cael laughed "Depends what you mean by obvious, Cael sees everything" chortling heartily as we left Jordan. He shook his head as just when he thought he might get someone to open up a bit about Daniel they wandered off. Jordan gathered his belongings and returned to his room to get ready for dinner, he felt like a teenager going on a first date, but wait this was not a date so why did he feel like it was. Satisfied he looked presentable albeit the red nose where he forgot to apply sun cream, he headed down to the pool bar, slightly nervous but excited to get to know Daniel more.

Quick note: Still working on the semi-sequel to The Decline & Fall of Michael Christian. Hopefully you enjoy this story in the meantime. It's shorter... only this one part (so hopefully that is good news for those who do prefer the shorter stories). And, without further ado, here is Bait & Switch. It was about three months ago. That’s when it happened. When my hole life changed. It had been a long, hard day. My alarm didn’t go off — which meant I overslept and didn’t have time for breakfast. My boss was riding my ass all day — and not in a good way. And to top it all off (no pun intended), I dropped my mobile and cracked the screen. By the time the workday ended, I was in a hell of a mood. I needed to destress a bit. No. Let’s be honest. I needed a good fuck. I dropped off my car at home and took a taxi to the gay neighbourhood in town. I don’t get out to the clubs very often anymore (work is just too crazy) but I felt homesick for one of my favourites. Great music, great drinks, great staff. You know how they say you can’t go home again? It’s true. The bar was full but, at 32, I was probably the oldest guy in there. The music was skewed towards this new and younger crowd… I just found it dull and mindless. Plus most of the staff I used to know had moved on so there weren’t even familiar faces behind the bar. It barely felt like the same bar anymore. I ransacked my memory… how long had it been since I had dropped in? I was surprised to realise it had been my 30th birthday party. Well over a year and a half before. At least the drinks were still good. So I found a (more or less) out of the way corner and sipped my drink. Then another. Then another. Then another. I like to think I’m reasonably attractive guy. I’m no gym bunny but I do keep myself passably fit. Brown hair, hazel eyes, 5 feet 9 inches tall. But none of the guys in the bar so much as said ‘excuse me’ as they pushed past me through the crowd. So I just sat alone in my corner. Drinking. None of this did anything for my mood. Finally, enough was enough. I staggered out of the club. I wasn’t quite ready to go home though… still horny as fuck. I passed some of the other bars but discounted them: the first was too busy, the next was too loud, and at the third the doorman said something about my having been over-served already. So I kept walking. I was about to give up and just hail a cab to head home. And then I looked up and saw where I was. Just ahead of me was the bathhouse. I had never been inside before… I’d always been afraid i would run into someone I knew there. Which would just be awkward. But I had been persistently curious. Could it ever live up to the ‘urban legends’ about the easy sex available within? I paused for just a moment, but horniness and alcohol are a powerful mix. Tonight was the night. I glanced around — just to make sure no one was nearby who knew me — and stepped inside. “Good evening.” The guy at the counter greeted me in a disinterested tone. “Are you a member?” “No… this is my first time in here.” He pushed a sheet of paper towards me. “You will need to fill in this form for your membership.” I took the sheet and began completing it. I was a bit leery about putting any personal information… but I had come this far. No point backing out now. “Locker or room?” “Um… what’s the difference?” He rolled his eyes and pointed to a sign with prices. “The room costs 10 more.” “I guess just a locker.” I gave him back the completed form along the cash. He pushed a towel and a locker key towards me then buzzed me into the bathhouse itself. I walked through into a locker room. I knew enough to know that guys walk around with nothing on but their towel … so a few minutes later I wrapped my towel around my waist, tucked a condom into the elastic armband that held my locker key, and set off to explore. The bathhouse was a fairly large space spread over two floors. In addition to the locker room, on the ground floor I found a small but well stocked bar, a video room showing porn, and ‘wet area’ with a steam room and jacuzzi. Upstairs seemed divided into two parts. To the right of the stairs was a dark area labelled as ‘The Maze”. I decided I wasn’t quite ready for that though. To the left of the stairs was an area with several corridors with small cubicles on either side. One of the cubicles was open and being cleaned by a member of staff. There was a small bed of sorts, a locker, and a screen playing more porn. This, I realised, was the ‘room’ that the clerk had offered. Other than staff and myself, I think I saw 6 guys wandering around. They were older guys, at least late 40’s and not in great shape. Some looked downright I'll. No one I wanted to play around with. It was early though -- only about 9:30 or so. I decided to kill some time and see if the crowd improved. I went back down to the bar and had a couple drinks. Between the drinks at the club and now these, I was definitely buzzed by that point. I wandered over to the video room. There were a couple of the older guys in there, fondling themselves under their towels, but I ignored them and sat on a bench as far away as I could get. The porn wasn’t bad and my own hand found its way under my towel. I was careful though, I didn’t want to get myself off. I ignored the old guys as they entered and left. Just kept focused on the videos. I must have sat in the room for at least 30 minutes. Eventually, however, one of the old guys came and sat beside me. He was at least 60 and had a big beer belly. I tried to move a bit away but another old guy — one of the sick looking guys — was just a few feet away on that side. When the beer belly guy tried to put his hand on my thigh, I stood up quickly and left the video room. I was, however, pleased to discover that more guys had come in while I had been camped in the video room. Hopefully I could find someone who wasn’t quite so disgusting. I went back upstairs but still wasn’t ready to explore the dark maze area so I wandered through the area with the ‘rooms’. Many were closed and dark. Not rented yet, I assumed. A few were closed but with the unmistakable sounds of man-sex audible despite the closed doors. My dick got a little harder. Other doors were open and occupied. I was pleased to see that some of these held guys my age or younger. In one room I saw a cute blond guy, probably early twenties, but he didn’t even look up as I walked by his door. I wasn’t sure what the etiquette was to get his attention so I walked past. It was getting close to the end of the cubicle area and seemed to be striking out. Maybe this was going to be a bust. Maybe those urban legends about the great sex available were just that: myths and legends. And then I walked by the last open door. A man stood opposite, leaning on the back wall of the small room. He made eye contact with me as I walked by his room. I stopped in my tracks. He was one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen. Black hair, playfully tussled. Sky blue eyes. Full lips with the hint of a smile. Unshaven stubble. Skin a natural tan. Body lean and muscular. His tall frame — about 6’ 2” best I can guess - made me want to melt into him. His toned arms tucked behind his back. A light feathering of hair on his chest and a noticeable treasure trail leading my eyes to his towel. And the big, hard bulge waiting there. He was so far out of my league it wasn’t even funny. “Hey, how’s it going?” He said with a smile and an Italian accent. “Um… not too bad.” I stammered, licking my lips which suddenly felt dry. He gestured with his head for me to move into the room. I, of course, complied. I didn't even think to close the door. My hands were trembling as I approached him. His arms were still tucked behind his back. Making his chest and crotch seem even more prominent. Maybe it was his unspoken permission. Maybe it was all the alcohol. But — whatever it was —my trembling hands raised to touch his chest. The muscles firm and warm to my touch. “Mmmm. That feels good.” He said. “What is your name?” “Gary.” I replied. “My name is Mario. Your hand feels very good, Gary.” Even the way he said my name made me shiver a bit. But, at the same time, his voice was so calming. Relaxing. I felt more bold. My hand slowly drifted down. From his chest to his abs. Tracing the muscles. Before moving lower. Following his treasure trail. He didn’t stop me. Just watched with that little smile as my hand felt the hardness through his towel. I slowly started to caress him. I felt him swell a bit more. I’ve always been a bit of a size queen. I just love big cocks. My own cock was already hard was a rock and leaking pre-cum. I leaned in and my lips found his. I couldn’t believe this was happening. You have to understand. Mario was so far out of my league. And yet was letting me touch him. Stroke him. Kiss him. And he was kissing me back. He placed a hand on the small of my back. Just above my ass. Just a simple gesture. But, at the same time, possessive. And it just made him even more perfect. I was in his orbit. The moon to his earth. And, although I didn’t stop to think about it at the time, the moth to his flame. His hand slid lower. Caressing my ass through the towel even as I caressed his cock. My hand sliding under his towel for the first time. My fingers wrapping around his hard shaft. A moan escaped from somewhere deep inside me. Only to be lost in his kiss. “You have a nice ass, Gary.” He whispered. His fingers moving under my towel. Tracing down the crack of my ass. Sending shivers down my spine. “You have an amazing cock.” I whispered back. “Do you like it?” He asked. As if my ragged breath wasn’t evidence enough of that. He put his other hand on my shoulder. Pushing me gently. Down to my knees. I did not resist. I wanted him so much. His fingers ran through my hair. My mouth found his cock. Rolling my tongue over the head. Savouring his taste and smell. This was more than I had ever expected. I could feel him bending over me. His fingers moving slowly down my back. Tracing my spine. Reaching my butt. Sliding into the cleft. Circling my hole. “You like getting fucked?” With my mouth full of his dick I could only moan my affirmative reply. “Hot. You are going to get really fucked tonight. I promise.” His finger circling my hole found it’s target. Pushed inside me. “You're tight, babe. You gonna be able to take it all?” Again I moaned my reply and raised my ass to meet this finger. He chuckled above me. Then slid a second finger in. In and out of my hole. Driving me even more wild. His cock was in my throat now. My face tight into his crotch. I was so focused on the taste of him, of his scent, that I barely noticed any sound behind me. Then I felt a second pair of hands touch me. I jumped… but Mario’s hands moved quickly back up my body. One hand on my shoulder (holding me on my knees) and the other on the back of my head (gently holding my face impaled on his big dick). I felt movement behind me and then a warm met tongue find my hole. “Don’t worry. That’s just my buddy.” Mario said. “You don’t mind, do you? It’s really hot seeing him eat your ass. Getting it ready for a good fuck.” Mario seemed genuinely turned on by seeing the other man working his tongue into my hole. At least his cock seemed harder than ever in my throat. And the tongue was pretty damn talented. I figured it was worth it to get Mario inside me. I wished I could see the newcomer but decided to just focus on Mario’s cock. I wanted him good and ready to fuck me. Mario’s hips were gently rocking, sliding his cock in and out of my throat. I wanted this beautiful god to fuck me so bad. Mario whispered something to the other man. I couldn’t make it out. The tongue on my hole moved away. Movement behind me. Was it finally time? Was Mario ready to fuck me? Hands on my hips. Pulling me back slightly. Something touching my hole. Bigger and harder than a tongue. A cock pushing at my tight hole. I tried to make a disapproving sound but Mario’s cock was deep in my throat. “That’s hot, babe.” Mario said. “You should see his cock. It looks so good pushing into you. Really getting me turned on.” I was a bit annoyed but — well — I had come so far and I didn’t want to lose my chance at getting fucked by Mario now. I pulled the condom out from the elastic band on my arm and handed it to the man behind me. He took the condom from my hand but his cock never moved away from my ass for even a moment to put it on. I didn’t get fucked bare. Not ever. But I was conflicted… I really wanted Mario to fuck me. I clenched my hole against the unseen man behind me. Maybe that would be enough to discourage him. But no. The stranger’s palm came down hard on my ass with a loud slap. I jumped, my hole relaxing for just a second... ... And the unseen man pushed the head of his dick in with a sudden thrust. Bare. “Dude.” Mario said above me. “His dick looks so good in your ass. Just let him open you a bit and then, if you want, he can pull out and he can put on the condom.” It made sense. At least it did at that moment. Alcohol and lust really weaken your resolve. I managed to manoeuvre enough to look up at Mario without losing his cock in my throat. He had a smart phone in his hand. My phone. It pointed it towards my face then slowly panned back towards my ass and the man who was working his way deeper inside. He was recording the moment on my phone. He waved my phone. "I'm recording this for you so you can watch later. You don't know how hot this looks." The cock in my hole was pushing deeper. And deeper. He wasn’t as big as Mario. But he was a good size. Damn. It felt so good to get fucked. It had been so long. I needed it. “You like that, don’t you?” Mario asked above me. “You like that cock pounding your hole.” I moaned agreement. “Yeah. Just relax and enjoy the ride.” Mario encouraged me. And I did. I arched my back as much as I could with Mario’s dick in my mouth. I raised my ass to meet the cock pounding my hole. The stranger’s hands were gripping my hips now. His thrusts where hard and erratic. Frenzied. He was grunting. The stranger slammed in balls deep. And froze. A deep guttural growl escaping from somewhere within him. His shaft flexed inside me. He was shooting his load. Inside me. Oh fuck. This stranger, someone I couldn’t even see, had just cum inside me. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights. But my heart was pounding. What had I done? What was I doing? The stranger pulled out of my hole. Pulling a trail of warm cum. Which oozed down the back of my balls. “Thanks for the fuck, boy. Hope you like my little gift.” I wanted to turn around and look at him but Mario was thrusting into my throat again. He was clearly really turned on. So… was it time? Was he going to fuck me now? But he didn’t pull out of my mouth. And another pair of hands gripped my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. Another cock touched my hole. And pushed in, balls deep, in one thrust. This cock wasn’t quite as thick as the last but was longer, reaching deeper inside. The body behind me felt different as well. Not as solid. I could hear his flesh slapping against mine. And then he raised up on top of me. I felt a big belly press against the small of my back. Shit. Some fat guy was fucking me. But I was in no position to move away. Pinned between this new man’s body and Mario’s cock in my throat. And, yes, it felt good. His cock felt good inside me. Fuck it felt good. The fat guy was pulling all the way out then thrusting back in to the root. All the way out. Back in. Each time he pulled out of my hole pulsed. Like it was begging the cock to get back in. The last guy’s cum had really slicked up my hole and was dripping out each time the fat man’s cock pulled outside my asslips. The fat man pulled himself further onto my body. Resting his weight on my back. Mario stepped back, pulling his cock out of my mouth, and allowed my head and shoulders to sink to the floor under the fat man’s weight. My ass stayed raised though. Letting him pound me. I wanted this fuck. I was lost in the sensations that these men had awakened in me. “I’m going to cum.” The fat man said. “You want it. Don’t you.” “Yes.” I whispered. Ashamed. Ashamed of the desire burning inside me. Ashamed that I liked his cock, the feeling of him fucking me. “Louder.” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” His face came into view as he slid all the way onto my back. The beer belly guy from the video room. Someone I would never have let fuck me. But in the moment, lost in my lust, I didn't tell him no. “Yes. Cum in me. Please. Please cum in me.” “Good boy.” The fat man moaned in my ear. “Since you asked so nicely, here is comes. You're always going to have a little part of me inside you. As long as you live.” He didn’t stop thrusting. But I felt his shaft expand inside me. His flabby arms held me tight. And his cum joined the load from the first man. When he pulled out and stepped away, I didn’t even try to move. I stayed in position. Back arched. Head and shoulders flat to the floor. Ass in the air. An open invitation. And the invitation was accepted. A cock slid between my asscheeks. A big cock. Very big. Sliding up and down the gooey mess that seeped from my ass. Without pushing in. “How many loads does he have?” The third man asked. “You are going to be the third.” “Nice.” The third man pushed a finger into my hole. “Look at me, bitch.” I turned around and looked over my shoulder. The gaunt man from the video room -- somehow I had known it would be him. His cheeks and eyes sunken. His body may have been toned once, you could kind of tell, but now the flesh just sagged. And he had a tattoo. On his groin. Just above his cock. A biohazard. I knew what that meant, of course. “You… you’ve got HIV?” “No, bitch. I’ve got AIDS. And I want to give it to you. I want to fill you up with my toxic cum.And I want you to beg for it. Beg for my big cock. Beg for my toxic cum.” “I… I don’t want… I mean, I’m negative.” “Are you sure? You’ve got two loads in your ass already. Maybe you were negative when you came in here tonight… but how do you know you still are?” I couldn’t breathe. I was terrified. And yet. I was turned on. So turned on. By the thrill. By the risk. By the big dick teasing my ass. I could tell he was big. Bigger than any cock that had ever been in me. Ten inches or more. Thick as a beer bottle. Mario crouched next to me. His hand touched mine comfortingly. His cock just far enough away that I couldn’t reach it. “Your ass looks so hot with a cock in it, babe. So beautiful. And his cock is so big. I want to see him stretching you open. Will you do it for me? Will you let him fuck you?” The big dick was still sliding up and down in the cummy mess of my hole. My sphincter was spasming. My body wanted to feel that cock so much. I looked in Mario’s eyes. His beautiful eyes. I could get lost in those eyes. I nodded to Mario. Yes. He smiled. A gorgeous smile that made my whole body shiver with anticipation. I looked back over my shoulder. To the gaunt man who stood behind me. “Please.” My whole body was trembling. “Please fuck me. I’ve never had a cock that big inside me.” “Are you sure? I’m not going to be gentle. I’m going to fuck that hole without mercy. I’m gonna tear you up.” “I want it. I want to feel that big dick in me.” “And there won’t be any pulling out. I’m going to fuck you until I cum in you. I’ve got AIDS. No meds. There is a good chance you will have AIDS soon as well.” “I want your cock. I want your cum. I need it.” “Look at you, you little slut, begging for AIDS cock.” The gaunt man sneered down at me. “I’m going to breed your hole. Make you a proper cumdump.” “Do it… do it, please.” He pushed forward. I thought my hole was open. Ready. But he was big. Thick. Bigger than any cock that had even been inside me. And by a wide margin. He wasn’t even in yet and already I was sweating. The pressure as he pushed his cock against my already battered sphincter was quickly becoming painful. But, as promised, he was merciless. Insistent. My hole began stretching. Slowly. But stretching nonetheless. Opening wide as it could for him. But it wasn’t wide enough. My ass felt like it was being torn apart. Pain ripped through ever inch of my body. My face red. I tried to crawl away. Not to stop him. Just a quick respite from his onslaught. His hand slapped my ass. Hard. “Get your ass back here you fucking little whore.” “Your too big. I can’t take it.” “You can.” The gaunt man laughed. “You will.” And the head of his cock breached my hole. I wanted to cry out. But couldn’t catch my breath. Tears dripped down my cheeks. He didn’t stop his inexorable invasion. Pushing deeper. Never really pausing. Never really pulling back to thrust. Just a glacially slow, seemingly endless, violation. And yet some part of me didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to know what a monster cock really feels like. And every millimetre he drove himself deeper inside me was a victory for me. I could take it. My own cock was shrivelled up. But that didn’t matter. This was about his cock, not mine. “You’re doing really good.” Mario said. But he wasn’t really looking at me. He had a phone in each hand now. Mine and his I assumed. Filming the cock opening my hole. Occasionally returning to my face to capture my expression. I don’t know how long it took. I really don’t. But I realised I could feel the gaunt man’s pubes scratching my ass. I could feel his heavy balls resting on my ass. He was in. He was all the way in. He pulled out. Then lined his dick back up. And breached me again. Still slow. But faster than the first time. Then all the way out. And then back in balls deep. Each time faster that the one before. The sensations raced through my body like a shock. Like lightning. Pain. Pleasure. The words were no longer distinguishable for me. “See, boy?” The gaunt man laughed again. “Told you you would take it. And you’re never going to be that tight again. Good thing you like big dicks. No normal dick is ever going to satisfy you again.” And i knew he was right. There was no way my ass could ever recover for this. He kept picking up the pace. Really fucking me now. “It’s time, cunt.” “Give. It. To. Me. Please.” I groaned as his hips pounded into me. “Here is comes. Ruining your ass forever.” I couldn’t feel him cum. My ass was too stretched, too inflamed, for that kind of sensation. But I knew. Somehow I knew he was filling my guts at that moment. Defiling me. His breathing gradually slowed. "Welcome to the brotherhood, cum dump." He didn’t pull out. He pushed me forward. Off his dick. I fell forward and sprawled on the floor at Mario’s feet. Mario’s hand was a flurry of motion on his cock His cock was rock hard. Dripping precum. He was getting close. I reached up and tried to pull him closer. But he slapped my hand away. “Please.” I begged. “I want you to fuck me next.” He looked at me as if I had two heads on my shoulders. “You? You want me to fuck you?” “Please. I’m doing all this for you.” He shook his head. “Sorry, I don’t fuck bathhouse sluts like you. I just like to watch.” And then his cum exploded. Covering the floor in front of my face. Wasted on the floor when I wanted it more than anything. My mouth dropped open. “But…” Mario stepped up to me. Cum was still dripping from his dick to the floor. He tossed me my phone. “You’ve just been fucked by three different guys. Old guys. Fat guys. You can see it all in the video. I can tell you all three were positive or have AIDS. And who knows what other diseases they have given you.” “But I only did it because you asked me to.” I whined. “Yeah? And I promised that you were going to really be fucked tonight. And now you are. Fucked for life. But look on the bright side. Now that you know what kind of pervert you are, you can be a bit nicer to the old guys here, huh? Yeah. I saw that earlier. You were rude to these guys. They’re just here for the same thing you are. To get some cock. Or some ass. They aren’t here to get treated like crap by guys like you. Well. Like the guy you used to be, right? Because that guy is gone. Corrupted. Remade. Into a POZ pussyboy who will open his ass to anyone for a bit of cum.” He smiled down at me. It was not a friendly smile. But it was still beautiful on him. “So, no. I won’t be fucking you. But tell you what. You can eat my cum off the floor.” I just stared up at him. “You heard me. Clean it up.” He was right. Whoever I had been when I walked in the door was gone. I lowered my head to the floor and my tongue began scooping up the drops of his cum. I wondered how many loads had been shot on this bathhouse floor. How long since it had really been cleaned. And that just made me lick the floor more eagerly. “Yeah.” Mario said. “I thought so.” He turned to the gaunt man. “See you next weekend, Barry.” And then my Italian stud was gone. I was still licking the cum off the floor when the next man moved behind me. His dick pushed into my gaping hole easily. No resistance. I glanced back at the man who had slipped into my ass. He had to be in his sixties at least: old, wrinkled, bald. And there was a line of men waiting. Old men. Fat men. Diseased men. “Damn, Barry, his ass is loose.” The old man called to the gaunt man who was still in the room, watching me. “You really broke this one in.” He was right. i could barely feel his dick sliding in and out of my wrecked hole. He ended up pulling out and jacking himself off over my hole. When he was ready, he slipped the tip back inside me and shot his load. He pulled out and wrapped his towel around his waist. Then something landed next to my head. I picked it up. A $5 bill. “That’s about what your gaping ass is worth now, whore.” The old man said. “And I’m being generous.” And another man took his place. —- Epilogue: That’s how it all started. A few months ago. Just got back from the doctor’s office. Had the “flu” about a month after that night in the bathhouse. So I knew what to expect. But still took me awhile to get the courage to go. So, yeah, I’m positive. Picked up a few other STD’s as well. The doctor asked me who my sexual partners had been. I lied and said I had hooked up with someone when I was out of town and was careless. No names I could give him for previous sexual partners. He didn't believe me but didn't push it either. My life has indeed changed. For the better? For the worse? Who the hell cares. I'm having a blast. I’ve been going back to the bathhouse at least 2 or 3 nights a week. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been fucked there now. I like hanging out in that dark maze. Not able to see who is breeding me. Just taking load after load. When I'm lucky, though, I see Barry and he pummels my ass. I can take his cock so much easier now. He says he wants to make sure his toxic seed takes. And then he will own my ass. I can't wait to tell him he does. I see Mario a lot as well. He always gives me a smile, especially when he sees me with my ass in the air taking any load. He’s never let me suck him again and never fucked me. I guess I understand. But there’s always hope, right? - END -

We had been texting back and forth for awhile. "I really want this to finally happen," the other guy wrote, adding "I'm really nervous though. Will you be gentle with me?" "Of course I will," I answered, writing "I want to load you with my cum. I wanna give you daddy DNA." I have been chatting with this 20 something year old for almost a year. We live in the same state but he is in the southern part and I'm more north. It had been really hard to envision a hook up, but then he texted me saying he would be in my area for a couple days because of a work meeting and he had a hotel room in my town. I was finally going to pound and breed this 'boy'. When he arrived in town he sent a text message announcing as much. We arranged a time to meet so we could fuck. He said he was nervous but really turned on. He wanted Dad DNA inside his ass. I'm an average guy with an average cock, but I love to fuck and breed man hole. It is my passion. I'm lucky I can cum several times and love loading a hole until my balls were empty. I show up to his hotel at the scheduled time. He tells me his room number and I'm there in a minute. He opens the door and is partially naked. No shirt, barefoot and a small pair of shorts. He is tall about 6' dark hair and eyes. Sexy with a bit of hair on his chest. He invites me in with a great smile. We chat a bit. He is shaking a bit from being nervous. I tell him there is nothing to fear. It is all good. I start to undress. He is on the bed watching me. Licking his lips. I'm hard already and drop my pants. He leans over and sucks me. Licking and sucking my cock. It feels so good. I stroke his hair and whisper my approval. "Good boy" "you're doing a great job. why don't you pull down those shorts." He does. I join him on the bed. He is sucking me licking me. Making me drip. I pull him off my cock and we kiss. Deep. Moaning and groaning. It feels so good. He is getting hornier by the minute. He is licking my nipples. He has perfect nipples. I bend down and suck them gently flicking my tongue back and forth. His cock responds. He is no longer nervous. He is in heat. "Please fuck my hole dad" he whispers. I play with his ass. It is wet and waiting for my cock. My cock is swelling and ready. I am wet from his spit. My cock probes his hole and enters. There is a huge sigh from him. "OMG yes yes yes please fuck me daddy." I am pounding him and he is moaning. I try holding back but can't. Too soon, I shoot a big load inside. He says he can feel the warmth and loves it. I keep fucking that hot hole. Slowly at first and as my dick gets harder and harder I go faster and harder inside him. In a flash I'm sending more juice into his hole. Bathed in sweat, I roll off him and take a break.. We are spooning and I'm grinding my cock against his ass. My cock finds its way to his wet hole. I'm inside again as he is moaning and so am I..it feels so good. I am pounding him. We change positions and I'm on top his legs and feet on my shoulders. We switch to doggie and I'm holding on to his hips and slamming into him. I unleash another load. It feels so good shooting out of my balls and into his ass nice and deep. We fuck again shortly after and after 3 hours of sex I have given him 4 loads total. We are wiped out. He is smiling and thanking me. I thank him, get dressed and leave.. I get a text message a couple hours later. "I loved it dad. I even took a nap after. I hope to be back in town next month and want to see you again." Yes of course you can I text with a smile. What a good "son".

Here you go: A thread from a couple of years ago. Multiple guys reporting that they have taken lots of anonymous or known positive loads on PrEP and stayed negative. I would count myself among them. I have made multiple trips to backrooms and bathhouses since starting PrEP. I never discuss status unless the other guy brings it up. I have taken dozens of anonymous loads and am still negative.

Me too, I also become a total sub, love a verbal top who fucks me real good and tells me how much he likes my asshole, don't care what he calls it as long as he says he loves fucking it, and then there are those, mainly black boys and men, who tell me about the babies they are making in me, love that too, cause I always wanted to have a vagina since my first daddy turned me into a fem boy.

Part 45 　 As Randy's cock slipped out of my cum filled hole, I could feel it run out of me and down my back. Highly toxic cum and some running down across my own cock and dripping off of it and into my mouth. I was completely satiated and could hardly move. He finally got up from between my legs and I let them down slowly so as not to lose any more than had already run out. I loved the full feeling of so much cum in my hole. It was just fantastic. Like usual though, as soon as the glow stopped, my doubts returned about what I was doing. It felt so great during, but after I just could not get around the fact that I was full of HIV cum. No known cure! What the hell was I doing? I should have stopped after the very first time I found out, but the feelings were so powerful that I seemed to want more and more cock in me and more and more cum. My mind was just completely befuddled by what I was doing. As I was thinking, I realized that at some point some more guys had arrived. There seemed to be a good 14 or 15 guys, all naked, and all fucking like crazy. It was almost wall to wall steamy sex. Where had they come from and when? WOW, I must have really been into the last couple of fucks to not notice till now. What a scene. I sat there for a bit and then got up and headed for the back door. I had to get out for a while, fresh air and some quiet time to think this through more. I couldn't think in there as all that came to mind around all that sex was getting more in my hole. I needed some space to figure out what the hell I was doing and what to do. I glanced at the clock and it was close to 3 in the morning now. The time was flying by and I had to decide what I was and what to do. Sunday morning and I had no idea what I was doing or going to do. I just knew time was running out on my decision.

Moderator’s Note: You are correct PrEP does not protect against everything, but that fact a has no bearing on whether PrEP is effective at preventing HIV infection. It is remotely possible for a particular strain of virus to resist both medicines in Truvada. That may have contributed to case of PrEP failing. Your conclusion that PrEP is useless for promiscuous people does not follow. Please no personal attacks. Argue against what people say. I am cutting you some slack because of what you are reacting to. That isn’t true. There have been either 3 or 4 cases depending upon what you count. There was one case where a person happened to be exposed to a strain resistant to both meds. There were a couple of cases where the guys weren’t staying on their meds and did not have enough in their system. The last case is believed to be someone whose initial HIV test was a false negative; that is, they were actually Poz before they started PrEP. So let’s take the worst case and assume there have been 4 failures. In August, Gilead estimated there were 136,000 people in the USA on PrEP. That number has grown since then, and there are people around the world on it now. Let’s say there are 250,000 people taking it. 4 out of 250,000 is a 1/62500 chance. For comparison, your lifetime chance of being struck by lightning is estimated to be 1/12000. I can live with those odds for PrEP and not lose any sleep over it.

Part 2 - The Glitz and Glamour of Hollywood Jordan made the mistake of picking a fight with his partner after he caught him with his trousers down in their own apartment. Sage had been drinking and floored Jordan in one hit. Sage was a 34 year old muscled guy, six foot, and loved playing and pozzing unsuspecting guys. Jordan was no push over at five feet ten incredible muscle definition in his arms and body, his left arm blazoned with a tribal tattoo sleeve, the right also covered in a sleeve of tattoos. He was 30 with neatly trimmed dark beard and an immaculate styled hair cut, to say he was stunning to look at was very much an understatement. Sage and Jordan had been together for 2 years since he persuaded Jordan to do gay porn, he was in big demand by many of the studios, on the downside he was very tired of it but it paid the bills. After their first sexual encounter Sage had forced Jordan in to having bareback sex, he wanted to put his mark on Jordan so that he knew who he belonged to. That first fuck was where he held Jordan down on the bed and tore his arse up before pumping him full of his own highly toxic seed. Unlike Sage who only took medication if and when his viral load went way to high, Jordan tried prep to start with but the toxic seed had already taken hold, he was on treatment which was proving to be very effective. The sadness about it all was that Jordan thought all along that Sage was in love with him, when in reality he was a trophy of Sage's success. Had Jordan stayed in Boston near his family and worked in his father's DIY stores he would have had a different life. And here he was mostly held back by Sage who wanted to control him in everyway, many times he felt that Sage just wanted a fuck toy when he was bored. Jordan raised himself off the floor and went to the bathroom, he couldn't take much more of this and started thinking about an exit strategy and heading back east, but that involved turning over a new page in life. The one thing he had on his side was his father, after being married for 10 years his parents had divorced and his father moved in with another man. At the time Jordan didn't really know what to make of this until realising he himself was gay, and asked to live with his father. As a family unit his parents were still very close and they often socialised and had dinner together, albeit Jordan wasn't a fan of his mother's new husband he tolerated him as best he could. He waited for Sage to collapse through his drink and drug use then logged on an airline website and booked his ticket back home, he would leave once Sage had gone to work. The following morning Sage left the apartment and he started packing what clothes he had with him, scribbling a quick message to Sage he hoped he would be on the plane before he got to see it. The message was simple 'It is not working out between us, goodbye.'. He threw his bag over his shoulder, leaving the flat key by the note he took the bus to the airport. He hadn't even told the porn studio who he was under contract with as he had to make a clean start of it. At the airport he brought a new sim card with a new number, writing down the contacts he had to keep. He sent two text messages one to his mother and the other his father, explaining he was on his way home and would text them from a different number when he arrived. He called the mobile carrier and had the number wiped from the network and placed the new sim card in just as boarding was called. The plane lifted off the runway, he looked out of the window down at Santa Monica pier as the plane banked left over Huntington beach before LA disappeared under the clouds. Sage threw his phone against the wall in rage as the recorded message played back 'Sorry this number is not in use.', angry at how Jordan thought he could just walk away from him. No one does that to me he told himself, I own him and there will be consequences. It was mid evening when the plane finally landed at Logan airport, he was surprised to see his father and his partner waiting for him. He came over to Jordan and hugged him as his partner said that they figured he might need a ride and somewhere to stay. In the car Jordan spilled everything and how it had come to a head the previous evening. His father told him he needed a proper break away from everyone and everything, get his head together then he could come and work for him if he didn't have anything lined up. Jordan said he would take up his offer for a job, he sighed and agreed that a holiday would be just the thing as they pulled up to the house. His father's partner Andrew asked Jordan how he was really feeling, Jordan replied that he had to end it as much as he loved Sage he couldn't see the relationship going anywhere, he was becoming increasingly violent and difficult to live with. He wanted someone to actually be in love with him, he likened a relationship to Andrew and his father how were steady as rock and comfortable with each other. His father returned and handed Jordan a boarding pass for a flight to Barbados in the morning, telling him they would fly out in a weeks time to join him for a little break. Jordan hugged his father as he continued telling him he had booked him in to a room at the Salinger Beach Retreat. Jordan looked surprised and protested that the hotel was not cheap, his father laughed agreeing but he knew Jordan loved the hotel when they use to go there for family holidays. Jordan gave them both a hug and went off to bed, he slept uneasy but managed to grab a few hours before he had to get up. His father dropped him off back at the airport, checked-in he went to sit by the gate. Several hours later and one change of plane in Miami he stepped out of the aircraft door in to the steamy Bajan sunshine, immediately his heart lifted remembering all the times as a child he had felt the same way getting out of the aircraft. How little things change he thought collecting his bag from his carousel and heading out, there was the familiar hotel logo on the side of 3 black limos. Straight away he saw the driver holding a sign with his name on. Smiling he got in the limo and grabbed the cold water and took a swig, settling back he knew this would be a couple of weeks not having to worry about anything. At the reception desk of the hotel the clerk came round from behind the desk and escorted him to room in the Beach wing, pointing out some of the facilities and dining arrangements, they reached room 121 as the clerk opened the door to a beautifully appointed room. Jordan stood there for a moment before telling the clerk that they had refurbished the rooms since he was last here, the clerk smiled saying the owners like to keep things up to date and regularly refurbish the rooms, he left Jordan to get settled in his room overlooking the beach. He unpacked putting everything in the closet and draws before grabbing a t-shirt and shorts then headed out down towards the beach for a swim and snooze under the palm trees.

Last night I was out at a bar and started talking to these two guys while trying to order a drink. They were visiting from the Netherlands for some work convention. Both guys were tall, brownish blonde hair and toned. At around midnight, they asked if I wanted to come back to their hotel and hangout some more. I said yes and we went to the hotel. In their room, we drank some more and smoked some weed before they started to feel me up and we started to make out. Both guys were pretty aggressive and i was immediately shoved to my knees. They took their cocks out and I began to rotate between sucking them, soaking up all their precum. After about 20 minutes of this, one of the guys moved behind me and start rubbing my hole with his dick. He grabbed some lube and started working a finger inside of me. He probably could tell I wanted it when I started to push back on his fingers because he quickly pulled them out and started rubbing his dick on my hole again. I could feel my hole opening and the head of his cock sliding in from the lube and precum. He asked me if I wanted him to keep going, I assume he was testing to see if I would let him fuck me raw because I told him to keep going. Both guys said something to each other in Dutch and he kept pushing into me. The guy in front of me slowed pumping his cock down my throat and held some poppers under my nose and the guys behind me was inside me up to his balls. He started fucking me in steady pace, pulling out almost the way with each thrust. With more poppers I was moaning and leaking precum like crazy. The guy in front my held my face as he was gagging me on his 8 inch cock. I lost track of time and it felt like hours the guy behind was pounding at my ass. He started to pick up the pace and said he was going to cum. I managed to shout out a “give it to me!” and he pushed me down on the bed and slammed into my ass. I could feel what felt like 4-5 ropes of cum shooting inside my hole. He lay on top of me for a second and then without pulling out, started to fuck me again. He did this for a few minutes more before the other guy asked for his turn. They swapped positions and the other guys started to fuck me on my back. The first guy held my hands above my head and he rubbed his cummy dick all over my face. The second guys was a lot faster in his pace and I could feel his cock pushing cum deep inside me. It wasn’t long before he was moaning and shouting things in Dutch at me and he started to shoot his load inside me. He pulled out and cum started to leak out of my ass. The first guy came back over and slide his dick back inside me, using all that cum for lube. They traded me back and forth again until they each blew another load inside of me. Eventually, awe passed out on the bed. When I woke up, the second guy pulled me into the shower and fucked one last time up against the glass while the first guy filmed it on his phone. They both came inside me one last time before they sent me on my way. It was so hot and I had cum leaking out of my ass the entire Uber ride home.

I hopped up into the sling and maneuvered into position. I knew I had no choice now really. If I didn’t, these guys would’ve certainly made sure I was comfortable enough for them at least. “Strap him in.” Bloody hell. Steve took on a master of ceremonies tone to those within earshot. Almost to alert anyone else lurking about the sauna. “Gentlemen! We have an unexpected new recruit among our number this evening. Greg and I have already dosed Dan here with a couple of loads. So it’s over now to you, the panel so-to-speak, to help out with round two of the hiring process.” A shiver ran down my spine. “Brian, here, our most recent successful acquisition. I propose you begin proceedings!” Brian wasted no time, his fingers slipping into my now cummy hole, and his cock following immediately afterward. Jeez. I may have been new to the scene, but I was somewhat surprised how quickly I was acclamated to poz play. Brian was quite a vigorous lover, and I have the feeling his bollocks had been boiling after having been in the sling for god knows how long before I made my appearance. He piston-fucked me like some ravenous animal. I had no choice but to cave in as Greg shoved poppers under my nose again and causing me to groan increasingly loudly, honestly oblivious to the fact that I was strapped down in a sling, surrounded by poz men, all of whom were beating his cocks - hard, all awaiting his turn on me. A couple of guys, in fact, doused me with a load of piss. Before that night I’d been strictly one-on-one, but in the last hour I’d been fucked by three men. I didn't know how many more there will be or how long this would last. I was a lamb being led to slaughter. An offering. Undergoing recruitment. The final rewiring of my brain had seemingly kicked in. Fuck… yeah.

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?"

Favorite things tops have said to me: Before starting: "Spread." "You want me to shoot my babies inside you?" While cumming in me: "Damn right, I'm coming in you." "Take it, you fucking whore." Right afterward: "That oughta hold you for a day or two." "Damn, that's going to get you knocked up." "Well, you wanted me to make a mess in you... told you I cum a lot."

I’d been drinking, and in my inebriated mind decided to walk home rather than wait for a night bus. After checking a couple of apps, I was feeling a bit horny even if I had no mind to do anything about it. It was then when I noticed the illuminated sign for the sauna. I’d passed it many times before and knew it had something of a reputation for its theme nights where one night it’s Daddies/ Bois or no towels or whatever. I decided that I would pop in for a bit, freshen up in the shower and maybe get sucked off. Job done. Once I’m buzzed in I realise that I’m actually doing this, and so check in for a towel, give reception my email for some reason for their mailing list, and head into the changing area, clumsily undress and then head into the main part of the sauna. After doing the rounds – and discovering there’s even a sling area, which stank of piss – I settled into a wood cabin that seemed fairly quiet bar the two older daddy types, mid-50s, looked like regulars but were in hot shape, gently feasting off each other’s bodies, teasing each zone and clearly been there a while. I settled down on a bench to the side and vaguely watched them. One of them reached over under my towel and put his hand on my stiffening cock and smiled “What have we here?” He leaned over further and began nibbling on my cock. Fuck. I hadn’t quite budgeted for this, but my horniness seemingly had me pinned to the spot as his mouth started to suck. His mate slid over and handed me some poppers. I felt obliged to really. It seemed rude not to. Although the minute I whiffed a few snorts my head felt like the wiring had come lose and all that now mattered was this hairy dad feeding on me. His mate leant into kiss me and again and suddenly I’d never wanted this stranger more. I felt the cocksucker’s fingers probe my hole, somewhat looking confused that it was dry and tight, but almost instantaneously the evidence of a sick grin replacing it. “Slow night brother?” It took me a moment to realise he was talking to me. “Uh… not really. Just a bit drunk and horny” I replied. “Hehe, nice. Drunk and horny on a PozBro night. I get you” “Wait, what? I thought that was Tuesdays...” “No mate. Been Thursdays for the last four months. Every other week we let in non-members and chasers” “Really? Ah okay. Bit of a mistake. I’ll leave you guys to it then” as I went to get up, the popper daddy pulled me backed into a kiss. I was beginning to feel strange, and realise these fuckers had me in their web. I could hear the door being locked and started to feel panicked “Not so fast bro… Hey Steve I think we’ve got ourselves a newbie!” I kept struggling as Steve pulled out the poppers again. Fuuuuck. What was in them? They were making me react the way they wanted. My body betraying my frantic mind. Half terrified, half horny. Jesus. I could only hope to get out of this alive. “I think you’re right Glen. Luckily for him we’re on a recruitment drive. I think we should showcase a few of the membership benefits while he’s here.” Glen was starting to tease my hole with his tongue. Oh boy, not felt anything like that before. I had begun to bliss out with the intoxication, feeling reasonably good despite the fact I was naked, horny, off my face in a locked room with two poz fuckers talking about recruiting me. Holy shit. I found myself turning my face to Steve’s cock. Man, what a fucking amazing poz tool, I thought. Thoughts that evaporated as I begun to suck down on it. Meanwhile Glen had been probing my hole, and I’d been slowly aware of letting him begin to probe me further. I wasn’t quite understanding my behavior, but everything felt so good and right and I figured I could risk this. They must be bluffing, I thought, there is no way someone would be so toxic that it would take immediately… That’s how I looked at it. Surely every guy doesn’t get pozzed instantly… That said, Glen was still pursuing my hole. I noticed him spit on his cock. I hoped there’d be lube but it was unlikely I was to get a smooth ride. These two fuckers know too much as it is. “That’s one tight hole there. Good thing you have us here to help you realise what a pleasure centre you can be. So much potential for you as a pozbro”. Oh fuck.

PART 1 It was approximately two months before high school graduation that this happened, which is to say it was about two weeks after I turned 18. Not that I looked 18. I was lucky if people thought I was 16. Although I was 5' 10”, I only weighed 155 pounds, and given my baby face and short brown hair, I didn’t look like a man - yet. But it was men I wanted, that’s for sure. I was 18 and I had a car. It was time. Sure there were gay guys at my school, but I wasn’t into guys my age. I liked guys older than me, guys around 40. Men with big man cocks and big manly cum-filled balls. That’s what turned me on. Now I just needed to find such a man who happened to like me. With that in mind, within days of my birthday, I had my first profile up on a gay hook-up site. Initially I received messages from young guys who were quite like me, or at most a few years older. One or two were tempting but I held out. Besides a few blowjobs back and forth ealrier in the year, I had no experience with men. But in my mind, I was always the one sucking cock and always the one offering up his hole. I was a bottom before I even knew what a bottom was. Then one day he messaged me. He was older, 43, and definitely a top. His pictures didn’t have his face but what it showed was amazing to me. He was 6 1” but thin at 165. His graying hair was cut very short. And then I saw his dick. Magnificent isnt even a strong enough word. The pictures showed a solid eight and a half inch cock, with a nice mushroom head and a thick slightly bending upward shaft. His big balls hung down. They looked massive. Now, my balls are a nice size and I cum tons when I shoot, but I figured a guy with giant balls such as this guy sported must cum buckets. I couldn't see his face, but honestly didn't care. This guy's body was my fantasy come to life. I read thru his profile. And then I saw it: HIV status - positive. Still, I wanted to read his message and at least say thanks for messaging me. Just looking at his pictures had me so hard. It was too bad he had hiv. I couldn’t risk that. So I clicked on the message. “I love your pics. You seem like a really hot young guy. That sexy body. And hot little butt! I saw you like older guys. Hot older Top men, guys that can show you things, take you to places you haven’t been yet and that your body doesn’t know it needs yet. I’ve helped young men like you before. I’d love to meet you. And I can tell by your profile you are gonna want to meet me. I have a huge cock that loves attention and I love showing a young guys hole the attention a boy hole needs. I have exactly what you need. Don’t waste time and message me back. I want you in my bedroom.” wow, he had me rock hard. I mean rock hard. And shaking a little. This was real. This hot as hell man wanted me. And badly, it seemed. I was so scared of the hiv thing but I stared at those pics and read his message again and I didn’t know what I would do but I would find a way to keep safe. I had to meet him. With very very nervous hands, i typed back. “You are really really hot. I’m a little scared about what we can do because i am not hiv positive, but I can’t help it, like I just want to meet you and see you face to face. Your cock is so amazing. I have a car, so I can meet almost anywhere but I love with my parents, so can’t have anyone here.” And I hit send. Within minutes, his reply came thru. “Come over now. We are both horny. My address is 710 elm lane, by the new high school. Can you be here soon? So ready to meet you and have uou here.” I replied within seconds. “Be there in 20 minutes.” I tried to make sure I looked ok and ran a brush thru my hair and went out the door before I could change my mind. What was I doing? But I told myself nothing has to happen unless I want it to. And he was so sexy. And that huge cock. I was hard the short drive over there. I parked on the street and made my way towards his house. It was dark, so that made it a little easier. It was my first time just going to a guys house to hook up. I was nervous as hell but my cock was leading me. I was so horny I almost couldn’t take it. I walked up to the porch and knocked softly. The door slowly opened and I was face to face with my internet friend. His body was more amazing in person. Clad in just underwear that bulged like crazy, he was all his profile said and more. Then I looked at his face and he looked at mine and both of us had a shock. It was Mr Johnson, my 11th grade history teacher. I was shocked and embarrassed he would now reject me and still so horny, maybe even more so now. Mr Johnson a gay Top! All of this shock and me standing in the doorway lasted maybe 3 seconds. And then he gestured for me to come in and I did. My cock was like steel and I was determined to go further, though I didn’t know where. I just knew two things: mr Johnson was my perfect gay man standing in front of me and I had to be carful and not forget he had hiv. I felt his hand on my lower back as he guided me inti the house. The sound of the door jarred me from my thoughts. This was happening. This was really happening.

Robert just moved into his new home after taking his new position as an associate professor of computer science at the local university. He had relocated to take this position and reboot his personal life after his girlfriend left him for one of his co-workers. His home was a 3-bedroom which was more than enough to allow for him to setup an office at home and still have a guest bedroom just in case. Robert was a 32yo at 6’3” 260 pounds who was hairy all over which was something his previous girlfriend hated. What Robert didn’t know was what his former girlfriend didn’t like about his looks his new neighbors next door would love. Next door to Robert lived Angelo and Tony who had been together for 15 years. Both of them you could describe as your prototypical “bears” with Angelo being 52yo 5’8” 275 pounds while Tony was a 47yo 6’1” 290. Angelo and Tony were known to throw wild parties in the neighborhood utilizing their pool and basement playroom to entertain. The previous owner of Robert’s place had been a very close friend of Angelo and Tony who was part of many a threesome or moresomes with them. Tony and Angelo loved to bring new guys into their scene and would think nothing of seducing a straight guy into playing for what they viewed was the right team. Both Angelo and Tony were HIV+ and the only drugs they would take were party favors they broke out with their guests. One of Angelo and Tony favorite guests was Sam who was a 34yo 6’0” 180” guy who had a clean cut businessman’s look but was as dirty as you think behind close doors. What made Sam their favorite guest was that Sam was their connection to getting any party favor needed. Sam had played with Tony and Angelo many times and was carrying their strain in his seed. One day Sam was over with Tony and Angelo to discuss what they would want for their next party when they all saw Robert moving in. Angelo and Tony saw Robert for the first time in his shorts without a shirt on unpacking boxes and immediately started drooling. Both of them imagines having their new neighbor over for some playtime and immediately began to think about how do get to know him. Sam was smitten with Robert as well and told Angelo and Tony he wanted to get close with their new neighbor as well and would make it worth Angelo and Tony’s time to make that connection. What Angelo and Tony didn’t know was who was their new neighbor let alone if he was straight bi or gay. Angelo decide that he would walk over to make the introduction to their new neighbor and see what the story was on their new neighbor. When Angelo walked over to introduce himself to Robert he was wearing very form fitting bicycle shorts which would help see what reaction he could get out of his neighbor and was hoping for one that indicated interest in Angelo’s package. Angelo rang the door bell and Robert answered it and subconsciously looked down at Angelo and saw Angelo’s cock outlined in his very tight shorts. Angelo didn’t say anything about the look but internally smiled knowing he had peaked some interest. Angelo asked Robert what he did and Robert explained that he was teaching computer science at the local university and had chosen this neighborhood as it was close enough to campus so he could tutor students outside of class if needed. When Angelo heard that a very evil thought popped into his head about using Robert as a means to get to and corrupt some college age students. Angelo’s asked more about Robert’s past and heard about the break up with his girlfriend and began to realize that seducing Robert if done correctly could be extremely worthwhile. He knew Robert was ripe to be turned onto gay sex and he could turn him onto Sam with a little help from tony, Sam and some of Sam’s parTy favors. What Angelo wanted to find out before ending this initial meeting was the reaction when Robert would learn that living next door was a gay couple in Angelo and Tony. When Angelo told Robert about his partner Tony, he could see a moment of hesitation in Robert’s response but then he also saw Robert’s cock starting to tent in his shorts as he said that was cool and would like to meet Tony as well. Angelo sensing there was potential invited Robert over to his place for a welcome to the neighborhood dinner for that Friday so he could meet Tony. What Robert didn’t know was that in addition to Tony, their friend Sam would be there as well to provide some favors and more End of Part 1 ….

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.

Don, a truck driver Fuck Bud, cums to town 3 or 4 times a year. He's in his mid-50s, about 6'1" maybe 160, with a wasted AIDS look that makes my Ass quiver. Although I'm a Top, I always take his Loads cause he's such a nasty Fucker. He's not on Meds and has a Viral Load over a hundred thousand. His Strain recharges my Death Seed and my psyche. When I went to his motel last Sunday, he had a hot Muscle Jock stark naked asleep on the bed. I recognized the Kid as a Gym Bunny in his early 20's who worked out daily at the Spa. Don had hooked up with him through Gay.Com. The Bunny's profile said he was NEG and ONLY played safe. "NOT ANYMORE," Don said with an nasty grin. Gym Boy had overdone the booze and pot, got sleepy, and passed out. My Bud had already dumped one Load of Toxic Cum up his Pussy, and I could see Bug Juice glistening in his Ass Crack. I felched out some of that Baby Batter, used the rest to lube up my Death Stick, and rammed it up the Young Man's Cunt. The Twink stirred briefly, feebly tried to pull away, but I easily pinned him to the bed and worked the AIDS BUG up his Rectum. Don gave the Kid an enormous hit of Poppers, and the Fucker just moaned and gripped the mattress for dear life. It was so fucking sweet breeding that Pretty Boy, knowing he'd pass it on to many of his Twink Cohorts. I flooded his guts with rope after rope of POZ Spooge. I wanted to eat it, freshly-spewed, out of his Pussy; but his Mancunt was so lush and inviting, I couldn't help but shoot another Load. Exhausted I collapsed on top of him, and Don straddled the two of us and rammed his POZ Shaft up my Shitter. I wanted to cum in the insensate Youth at the same time Don spewed up my Pussy; and, like clockwork, I spasmed just as my Bud shot. The Punk drifted in an out of consciousness. Don and I swapped POZ Loads with each other, and gave Muscle Jock another tumble. Don said he had Pals cuming over to give the Youth other Strains. I don't know how many Loads the Fucker took that afternoon, and worried that the little Shit might accuse ME of participating in the assault. But no sweat. The Fuck Session must have been too much for the Muscle Jock. He hasn’t been around since.

My Name is Mikey 2.0 – Happy 18th, You’re a Man Now: For a long time, my first clear memory was being in the back of Pa’s camper/RV while some truck driver drooled tobacco spit out of his mouth, down his beard and onto my chest as he shot his cum in my ass. He climbed off me, shuffled toward to the front of the RV while he pulled up his pants as another man came through the curtain, dropped his pants, shoved his uncut dick in me and started to fuck using the other guy’s cum for lube. That’s the way it’s been for a long time now as Pa has driven around the South, hitting truck stops, camp grounds, mall parking lots, anyplace with a free spot to park and horny men looking to fuck. In between these pit stops, Pa and Brett would keep my ass and mouth full of their big raw dicks, hot cum, chemmed up piss. and my special vitamin shots. Pa says they have to keep my ass trained, keep them happy, and take my shots no matter how much I hate the needles. They always call me Sis, I guess short for sissy or sister since that’s what I seem to be for them, but now I know, my real name is Mikey. The nightmares never made any sense to me. It wasn’t monsters or anything, but people I had never seen, places I had never been, things I had never felt all coming at me at once. I would wake up shaking, breathing hard and sweating like I had just outrun the cops after Brett and I had swiped something from a store. I know those aren’t really nightmares now, but memories of who I used to be and my life before – my life before I became Sis. Maybe my vitamin shots don’t work anymore, or maybe whatever it was Curtis and Pa did to me has worn off somehow. I don’t know. Either way, I remember now, some things anyways. I was on a summer missionary trip with a bunch of other kids from the East Coast and we were heading to south Texas to work on a Christian school that had been devastated by a big storm. We had been on the road for almost 24 hours and during that time my 18th birthday had come and gone. Finally our church bus pulled into the campground outside Pascagoula, Mississippi, and just after lunch everyone gathered around to sing me happy birthday. There was no cake, but a box of Twinkies and some other things, and as I stood off to the side licking the last of the frosting from my fingertips I remember seeing Brett for the first time. He was standing about 20 feet away wearing a holey pair of denim shorts that were frayed, faded, and hanging low on his hips. I couldn’t help but stop and stare as he leaned against that tree, casually smoking a cigarette and with his other hand reaching up through the leg of his short’s to scratch his balls. When he did, the head of his dick peaked out, just as shiny and glistening as his tan body was. In shock, I quickly looked around me to see if anyone else saw this, but everyone was focused on setting up our camp. Brett left his dick head exposed as he continued to smoke his cigarette, and while I stared, my own dick got hard, and I quickly grabbed a beach towel and held it in front of me to hide my shame. Brett was smiling at me, tilted his head and nodded, dropped his cigarette in the sand and started to walk away. He walked about 10 feet, stopped, turned, tilted his head again, then turned towards a low-slung building far off to the right through the trees – the bathrooms farthest away from my campsite. My heart beat wildly as I found one of my church councilors, said I had to go use the bathroom, and took off at a trot following the footprints left in the sand by the blond headed, blue eyed bad boy. I stopped just outside the open door marked MEN and tried to calm myself. I nervously looked around to double check if there was anyone else nearby and when I saw the coast was clear, with shaking legs I stepped into the dim room. The Gulf Coast heat made the bathroom hot and stifling. The floor was dirty, there were bugs, and frankly it seemed to be a glorified outhouse. As my eyes adjusted, I cautiously walked deeper in, past a couple open stalls, past a couple beat-up-looking washers and dryers, and then nearing the back shower area I saw him. Brett was standing tall, one hand out against the wall, the other holding another cigarette. I stopped, not sure what to say or do, but Brett took his hand off the wall, slid the frayed leg of his shorts up to once again show me his big, long dick. I cautiously walked over, reached out, and gently touched the skin. His dick was hot and felt like it was burning and I flinched. Brett laughed, coughing out smoke as he did. “It ain’t gonna bite you – damn!” he said, “Go on, touch it.” I slowly reached back out, Brett hiked his shorts up a little higher, and I wrapped a full hand around the shaft of his dick, feeling it pulse and swell in my grip. “AAAHHHH, yeah, stroke it,” Brett sighed. I looked up into his shockingly blue eyes, his scruffy blond hair, and as I stroked him his crooked smile showed the sexiest set of dimples. I guessed he was a couple years older than me and abruptly my admiration was broken as Brett asked, “How old are you anyways? Who’s that you’re with? How long are you staying? Don’t stop stroking it man, keep going, feel how big it gets.” I gulped as I looked down and saw he was right, his dick continued to grow in my hand as I slowly stroked it. “Umm,” I said at almost a whisper, “I just turned 18 and am with my church. We’re just here for the night as…Ummm…well.” Brett’s dick was now fully hard and throbbing. “18? That’s good. Real good. Even though the age of consent here in Mississippi is 16 – well you being 18 just makes shit a whole lot easier now. Suck it for me,” Brett said. I paused my stroking, “Do you have any condoms?” I asked. Brett laughed, “No, fuck no man. Only sissies need to use condoms, and I ain’t no sissy, so come on, get on your knees, just taste it.” I swallowed hard, my throat felt dry, I knew it was not right to suck a dick without a condom on it. We had talked about that in Sex-Ed class at school. I was still debating in my head what to do when Brett tossed his still lit cigarette onto the floor, reached down, grabbed my trunks, yanked them down and set my own dick free. I tried to step back in surprise and shock as Brett quickly knelt and in one motion grabbed my hips and swallowed my dick. HOLY FUCK! I had never been sucked before and this was beyond anything I had ever imagined. I couldn’t say a word and tried to back up, but Brett’s mouth was like a vacuum on my dick and within seconds I started to shake as I cummed in his mouth – and he drank it all. Brett stood up, wiped his mouth, gave me that crooked smile, and said, “OK, since I did it for you, you got to do it for me now, OK? Just like that.” I nodded, still unsure, got on my knees, feeling the sand and the hard concrete floor push into my skin, reached out and stared in wonder at the long dick now facing me. Brett unbuttoned his shorts, let them drop to the floor, stepped out of them, and now stood in front of me totally naked. He didn’t have a tan line at all, and I found that almost as shocking as the size of his dick. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and waited. I flinched a little and squinted my eyes shut even tighter as Brett’s dick gently touched my lips and he ran the head back and forth, coating my mouth with his precum and letting me get my first taste. Instinctively I flicked my tongue out and began to lick his dick head like a lollypop, which he seemed to like as he moaned a little. My dick was hard again so I reached down with my right hand and began jerking it as I tasted Brett’s dick. “Open your mouth wider, that’s it, put your lips over your teeth, good, stay just like that, let me push it in a little,” Brett encouraged. The sensation was so strange and the first few times he rammed my tongue I gagged a little, Brett laughed, but told me it was OK, I was doing good, and I was making him feel real good. I liked that. I liked knowing I was making this guy feel good and kept going and tried to follow his directions. Brett had his hands on my shoulders and had pushed a little more of his dick in my mouth when I heard voices and immediately pulled away and scurried into the shadows of the shower stalls and tried to pull up my shorts. I looked up and Brett shook his head, put a finger to his mouth to say SSHHH, waved his dick at me, and as we listened to the men use the urinals out front, Brett pushed his dick back in my mouth, a little more forcefully this time. I tried to push Brett away as I was sure the guys would hear us as it seemed their voices were coming back towards us, but Brett held my head tight now, shoved his dick as far back as it would go, and I gagged and choked as he began to cum in my mouth. Brett pumped his first load into my mouth and I was repulsed and crazed for more at the same time. His dick flooded my mouth and quivered on my tongue like a fish out of water with each spurt of his load. When he had finished, Brett let go of my head and stepped back, his dick slick now in the dim light with spit and cum. I looked up, licked my lips, took my right hand and wiped my face trying to remove any trace of what had just happened. I guess the men had gone and watched as Brett casually walked over to his shorts, fished around in his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and stood there in all his naked glory, his dick still twitching and leaking. I reached my hand out and Brett laughed, “Oh yeah, you’re a natural cum sissy ain’t you? That’s good, watch me stroke it a little and get it close in no time and I will feed you some more.” I was hypnotized as I kneeled on the dirty shower floor watching Brett smoke his cigarette and jack his dick and then his voice echoed off the cinder block walls, “GET READY, I’M GONNA SHOOT AGAIN, OPEN YOUR MOUTH, OPEN YOUR MOUTH, UGHHHH…GRRR…SWALLOW IT SISSY.” I gulped and burped and slobbed on his dick as I slurped up every drop and continued to try to suckle him as he laughed, pushed me back and said, “Ease up, ease up. You want some more? I’ll give you more. Meet me back here tonight at 11:00, can you do that? You best get back now. Remember, 11:00.” I was still on my knees as Brett pulled his shorts on and left. My own dick was dripping so I quickly jerked off and watched my own load glob up the shower drain before oozing through the dirty grate. No one at camp seemed to have noticed I had been gone and so I dived back in to help get things set up, unpacked, cleaned, whatever was needed, anything to take my mind off what had just happened. We all gathered for our cookout dinner, had Bible study, sang a few songs and I couldn’t help but keep looking around to see if Brett was watching us again. Lights out came and I knew I would have no problem staying awake as I was so excited, and nervous too, and kept shining my flashlight onto my watch to check the time and resisted the urge to jerk off even though my dick was hard as hell. Finally it was almost time, so I stuffed my duffle bag under the sheet on my air mattress hoping it would fool anyone who looked in, quietly unzipped my tent, and just as I rounded the back of the bus to head through the trees to the restroom I was stopped by one of the church councilors who was sitting on a cooler, reading by flashlight. I quickly grabbed my stomach, said I did not feel well and continued on my way, scared as shit and excited beyond belief as I could almost taste more cum. The door to the bathroom was closed now and I thought maybe they had locked it, but a gentle push and the squeaky hinges gave way and let me in. The bathroom seemed even hotter than it was earlier in the day and the lone light bulb barely pierced the darkness beyond the doorway. I slowly closed the door and took a step towards the showers where I had met Brett before. I could hear the sound of muffled voices and was not sure what to do. Was someone else here? Maybe I should leave. Just as I turned to go there was Brett, still with nothing on but his ratty shorts. “Hey cum sissy, glad you made it. I knew you would. Here, take a hit of this,” Brett said as he handed me a lit, hand rolled cigarette. “I don’t smoke cigarettes,” I said. Brett laughed, “This ain’t no cigarette. This is weed. You ain’t never smoked weed? Damn! You are fresh aren’t you. Here, watch me, how I suck in deep like into your guts, don’t just suck it into your throat like sipping a straw, suck it deep, hold it, then you try.” My eyes darted between the fire of the joint to the shadows of his shorts. When Brett exhaled he blew the smoke at me, squinted, laughed, then held the joint out for me. I shook my head and said, “No, I can’t. I mean, what if….” Brett stepped back and said in a firm voice, “Look. No one comes over here. You want some more dick right? So take it. Try it once. Come on. Then if you don’t like it, OK.” Against my better judgment I took the joint, tried to imitate what Brett had done, and the burn in my throat made me cough and choke. Brett wrapped his arm around my shoulder and guided me towards the back, “Don’t worry. You’ll get it. Not bad for your first try. Come on.” I let Brett lead me towards the showers in the back and I stopped short when we turned the corner and there was a man sitting on one of the washers, his feet resting on a large, metal cleaning bucket. Like Brett, he just had on a pair of shorts, but was thicker built, taller, mustached, longer hair, and a hairy body. He kicked the bucket towards me, hopped down off the washer, and said, “Sit.” I looked at Brett who gave me that crooked smiled and squeezed my shoulder to reassure me. I sat on the overturned bucket and nervously clasped my hands together in front of me as I looked from Brett to the new guy. Brett handed me the joint again and both men stood over me, watching, as I took another hit. I didn’t cough this time and was proud of myself, but the new guy said, “Do it again.” So I did. I handed the joint back to Brett and frankly did not feel all that different, but as I sat on the bucket and watched Brett and the other guy hit the joint too I could not help but be fascinated by the hair on the guy’s chest and suddenly his muscles seemed so big. I reached up and ran my hand across the fur line running up from out his crotch and over his torso. He and Brett both laughed as he said, “Oh yeah. Sissy here is baked. You feeling it? Come on, open your mouth, let’s get started.” I could only stare in wonder as he dropped his shorts and a dick that was even longer and thicker than Brett’s hung there. Brett said, “You’ll like how Pa’s cum tastes. It’s the best ever.” I scooted the bucket forward a few inches so I could get a closer look and as I reached out to guide his fat uncut dick towards my mouth he stepped back and said through the clenched teeth holding the joint, “Grab that bucket, and come on. Let’s go in the back.” I couldn’t seem to find the bucket handle, so Brett laughed and grabbed it for me and I followed them into the deep dark recesses of the shower area, the only light now created by the dim gray showing through the high window slits and the lighted joint. I plopped down on the bucket and Pa immediately stuffed my mouth with ripe dick. I had never sucked someone who was uncut and was fascinated by his foreskin. I rolled it back and savagely cleaned the head with my tongue and lips as Pa bent his knees, grabbed my head, and began thrusting his dick down my throat. “A good sissy needs to know how to take all the dick. I don’t want your tongue, I want your THROAT, so open up now, let me feel those tears as you choke on this dick.” I was trying to push him away and scoot back at the same time with no success. The pressure on my head increased as Pa gripped my head and moved his hips while pressing forward. “That’s it, good sissy, feel that? Feel how your throat is full of my dick? That’s the way it should be, now focus and keep that throat open.” I could only get little snorts of breath in between Pa forcing his dick down my throat. My fingers were digging into his sides as I tried to fight and hold on at the same time, but he didn’t care. It hurt so bad and at the same time I wanted more. The snot, tears, and spit flowed while I tried to focus on opening my throat like he said, but I really didn’t know how to do that. In frustration Pa pulled his dick out, leaving me gasping, as he stepped back and asked Brett for the joint. I sat on the bucket panting, Pa leaned against the wall while hitting the joint, and Brett now tried to get his dick in my mouth. “No, hold off,” Pa said, “I have a better idea.” I looked up as Pa bent down, looked me directly in the eyes, and blew his pot smoke into my face. “What would your little church buddies say if they knew what you were in here doing? I bet they would not like it one bit would they sissy. Look at my fucking dick. You got me all worked up here and I got a ball sac of cum just aching to get out. You ever been fucked? No? Jesus fucking Christ. A virgin? Well you’re 18 so he tells me and that means you’re a man, so we’re going to take care of that right now. Stand up and here, hit this again.” I stood up but started to back away, “I think…I better…go…I…” Brett was behind me in a flash pushing me back towards Pa who grabbed my arm hard and sneered, “One more fucking step and Brett goes and tells them all.” Pa sat on the overturned bucket, watched as I hit the joint twice more, I handed it back to him, he smiled, blew his smoke my way then handed the joint to Brett. “Turn around,” Pa said. So I did and he pulled me back towards him, spread my cheeks and rammed his tongue into my hole. I gasped. I had never had my ass eaten and my whole body felt like I had just stuck my finger in a light socket. I leaned forward, Pa spread my cheeks wide and slurped and tongued my ass as Brett positioned his dick in front of my mouth and I tasted again his sweaty meet. After a few minutes Pa came up for air and said, “Just like a fucking peach ripe for picking. Stay like that, Brett, come back here. You know what to do.” Brett and Pa switched positions, Pa wrapped his muscular left arm around the back of my neck, covered my mouth with his right hand, began to nibble on my ear and said, “This is what sissys are made for.” I started to struggle as Pa’s grip tightened and I was held against his body. I felt a sharp pain in my ass and tried to turn and cried out as I realized Brett was pushing his dick into my hole. My cries of NO NO NO were lost in Pa’s meaty, calloused hands. With my head held tight against his chest and no chance of running, Pa growled, “Fuck this sissy.” I slumped a little against Pa’s body as the pain overwhelmed me and Brett ensured I was a virgin no more. There was no pleasure in this at all, only white hot pain, and my foggy brain had a hard time processing exactly what was happening. I don’t know how long Pa held me like that but he growled louder, “CUM IN THAT ASS. FUCK THAT HOLE, USE THAT SISSY CUNT, YEAH SHOOT THAT POZ LOAD UP THAT VIRGIN ASS!” Brett wrapped his arms part way around my stomach and pushed me tighter against Pa as he grunted, his pace quickened, and with every tremble I knew – knew he had just cummed in me and knew he had given me a charged load. I began to cry. My whole body convulsed with sobs as Pa continued to hold me tight and Brett worked his cum up my torn ass. Pa kept whispering in my ear, “Shhh sissy, it’s OK now, that’s what sissy cunts are made for, shhh sissy, shhh.” Brett’s dick softened to the point where it slid out of my ass much to his reluctance as he said, “SHIT,” when it did. Pa suddenly let go of me, I dropped like a stone to the dirty concrete floor, Pa then grabbed me by the hips lifting me onto my hands and knees as he squatted behind me and started slapping my ass with his weapon of a dick. Brett slid the bucket over and sat in front of me as Pa pushed me forward so my arms were on Brett’s legs and his hand was over my mouth like Pa’s had been. I looked up at Brett, my eyes pleading with him, but he just gave me that crooked little smile and said, “You got a nice ass.” My body slumped, Pa gripped my hips tight and started to try to push his dick in my freshly fucked hole. I tried to wiggle away and he slapped my ass hard, gripped my hips so tight it felt like he was ripping my skin off, and started to push his dick inside of me. My cries and sobs exploded as Pa’s monster dick wound its way into my ass and my body shook in pain and agony. “FUCK YEAH SISSY THAT CUNT IS TIGHT,” he growled. As the pain exploded through my body a frightened voice echoed through the darkened room, “STOP THAT, STOP RIGHT NOW, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? MIKEY? MIKEY? LET HIM GO THIS INSTANT.” Brett quickly let go of me, scooted back on the bucket and as my body dropped flat to the floor, Pa’s big, raw dick was ripped from my hole, making me scream. I turned my head and in glow of the lonely flashlight he was holding I could see my church councilor who had been sitting on the cooler. It was like a slow motion movie as I could see his hands shaking, the look of fear, disgust, and more on his face – but mostly disgust as he looked right at me – and then Pa moved liked some dude in an action flick, grabbed the bucket, took three long strides towards my councilor and WHAM WHAM hit my councilor on the left side of the head. It seemed to take a long time for my councilor to fall and before he did, his eyes met mine and again, all I saw was disgust. Pa dropped the bucket and snarled, “Time to go.” I lay on the floor as Pa and Brett found their shorts and pulled them up. Pa had no problem lifting me off the floor, but as soon as he stood me up I dropped right back down. “Fuck it,” he snarled and snatched me up like nothing and tossed me over his right shoulder as he and Brett walked out of the restroom and I watched the light from the flashlight reflect off the knocked out face of my councilor. Brett and Pa were running now and even carrying me Pa moved fast. We went up a couple steps and as Pa carried me towards the back I saw Brett fumble with a big set of keys, jump into the drivers seat, and start up the RV we had climbed into. He called back, “Shit, I got to go unplug the connectors.” Pa yelled right in my ear, “Fuck, just drive. We got to go now.” The RV rumbled to life as Brett hit the gas, Pa dropped me on the bed in the back, then jumped up beside me and parted the blinds to look out the back window as the sound of shearing wood and broken metal joined the chorus of bugs in the night. Tires gripped the gravel road and soon a large jolt to the right marked our entry onto the local highway. Pa leaned back against the window, shook his head, “Fuck, that was some shit huh?” then scooted off and went up front to speak with Brett. I moved to the far corner of the bed, tucked my legs up and held myself as I tried to process what had just happened. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. I started to cry again. I couldn’t help it. It just came out and so I rested my head against my knees and let the sobs come. The smell of weed intruded and I looked up to find Pa naked, dick hard, standing in the doorway, swaying slightly back and forth with the motion of the RV, hitting a fresh joint. He smiled, sat down on the bed, offered me the joint and said, “Here, come on now, I had no choice did I. You saw how he looked at you. He knew what you were – what you are – what do you think he would have done?” I shook my head, trying not to think about any of it and shakily took the joint and did a couple long hits. I laid my head back into the corner, closed my eyes, and realized I just wanted to go to sleep. Pa sat on the bed, “Here, give me that.” He took the joint, put it out in a full, dirty ashtray sitting on the built in nightstand, leered at me and snarled, “Get the fuck over here and suck my dick!” How could he ask me that? After all I had been through? I shook my head, which really pissed him off. Pa’s left hand flew out, grabbed my ankle, and with no effort at all he dragged me forward on the bed, grabbed both of my wrists, flung me onto my stomach and laid on top of me. His body was hot, comforting, and slicked with sweat. As Pa nibbled on my ear I inhaled the smell from his armpits, his musk, and felt his hard dick nudging at my ass. I realized too late what he was doing now and this time as Pa drove his dick into my ass there was no need to cover my mouth to hide my cries and screams while he whispered in my ear, “FUCKING GOOD SISSY CUNT. YOU’RE MY SISSY NOW. I’M NEVER GOING TO LET YOU GO, BREED YOU FOREVER.”

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

I love being on PREP

Count me among those who have definitely "put Prep to the test." Five years, countless loads of all statuses. I have every confidence in it. So, yeah -- there have been 4 or 5 seroconversions in 6 years since Prep was approved, among hundreds of thousands of users and countless millions of bareback fucks. Those 4 or 5 guys simply added another med, quickly became undetectable, and are just fine. In that same time period about 12 MILLION people became HIV+ worldwide -- 240,000 in the US alone -- WITHOUT Prep. Many of them were using condoms, or trying to. Where are the huge screaming headlines about condom failure? Personally I'm more worried about getting in a car accident on my way to a hookup -- something which, unlike HIV today, can be fatal or seriously debilitating. Take your Prep, get tested regularly for all STIs, and stop worrying.

In a private bathroom at work. Met a hot Latino on Grindr with huge dick (8? 9?). Apparently he worked in the building next to mine and knew of a secluded private bathroom. Well, it was a private bathroom, but only one glass door and twenty feet away from the lounge where people were having lunch, chatting, having coffee... He pushed me over the sink and ate out my ass. Then he turned me against a wall and fucked his hung Latino cock into my Asian hole. We could hear people walking back and forth outside. He took a video of himself pumping me, then fucked his load into my ass. -- Last night, a good-bye fuck with a fuck buddy who I've known for two years. This guy is a bit of a jerk. And he has very obvious bottom tendencies, so I would love nothing more than to fuck the shit out of him. But my cock is too big for him, apparently. Anyway, he's a great top. Not a long cock, but thick like a fireplug. He's gotten paranoid lately and has been using condoms with me. I agreed because I'm a good bottom and will take cock how the top wants it. He started pounding me right off the bat. He likes to alternate between doggie style, forcing me to arch my back; and hammering me flat into the mattress. He's vicious when he fucks. Hard, deep strokes. I couldn't help moaning and making continuous little sobbing noises, to which his response was to, "Shut up, bitch. Shut the fuck up and take my cock." Which I tried my best to do, despite the lube drying up about ten minutes in. His cock was really pulling at my hole. It was turning into a brutal dry fuck. But suddenly his cock was pumping me more smoothly, and a minute later, he came -- and I could feel it. He always shoots huge loads, and my insides were getting flooded. After he pulled out, I checked my ass and could feel his cum completely coating my hole. The condom had broken, which was no surprise given how hard he was fucking me. I guess his good-bye fuck was a raw one after all.

I am a dirty, Perv cigar bear in the uk. I was at a sauna last night and met up with a really hot bottom guy. He was about same age as me and we got chatting in the changing room. He was obviously a bit shy and nervous as he volunteered he had never been to a sauna before. I told him not to worry as everyone here is a friendly type. I noticed he was staring at my semi hard cock and I said it would be nice for us to hook up later, he just nervously smiled and I thought nothing of it. Roll forward an hour and I noticed he was waiting outside the dark room. I made my move. I got in there and grabbed him, kissing him hard, my tongue deep in his mouth, my fingers probing his unlubed arse. He started to moan with pleasure. I owned some lube and massaged it in his really tight arse. I was behind him and I also lubed my raw rock hard cock. I started rubbing it on his tight hole as I forcefully pushed him to bend over, compliantly he obeyed but handed me a condom, which I opened and kept in my hand. “We can fuck safe now” as I pushed my raw dick into his hole. It was really tight at first but after a few thrusts I was in nice and deep. All I could think about was my raw dick in this married guys arse (I forgot to mention he told me he was married in the changing room). He was moaning as my fat dick pounded his now loose hole. I took my poppers and held it under his nose to loosen him up further, it worked a treat. “Do you want daddy’s dick” I asked, he just compliantly moaned as I pounded his arse. I was getting close and was thrusting like a man possessed. I called out “take daddy’s seed like a good boy” as I shot myload deep into his guts. I felt his arse tighten around my dick as I moved it around and pulled out. I tapped him on his sweaty back and left the room. As I walked to the shower I smirked as I thought the fella had entered the sauna as a curious married “bi” guy and would leave as a barebacked daddy fuck toy with my seed deep in his arse. Try explains that to the mrs ?. I’m sure I’ll see him in there again as a fully fledged member of the bareback club wickr doccer1967 - taboo & no limits ?

For those in Amsterdam: Cluch Church has the same themed party every first saturday of the month and is in my view better for BB mares. FSM is a real attitude party with door selection and as stated above not a real-love attitude to BB. The Meat Market parties typically have 30-40 mares of which 25% or less are with a red cap or BB. Sometimes as little as 6. The 150+ top crowd is favored toward the bare sluts, so the ratio the red caps get is higher than the white caps. Especially at the start and end of the party (havent quite figured out why). I am there alsmost every motnh and am always good for 10-12 loads minimum. Max was 22 loads. It is a 4 hour party only and is from 16:00-20:00 so really nice to after this go perv some more with a full load cunt in one of the many other Amsterdam dark rooms (my prefs: Cuckoosnest, The Webb, Dirty dicks...) http://www.clubchurch.nl/parties/meat-market.html

"Here it comes!", "I'm blasting in you!", "Take my load!", "Giving you my milk!"

Becoming a Poz Cum Dump How I got here to this point in my young life doesn’t really matter now. I willingly climbed into this sling and allowed myself to be gagged and restrained. I willingly agreed to turn over control to someone I had just met on line earlier in the afternoon. I failed to read his profile and was attracted to his looks that I saw in his profile pictures. My name is Blake. I am 18, 5’10”, long brown hair (actually I had long brown hair, it was cut off moments after I was secured in this sling), brown eyes, and I have a lean, smooth body (especially since he shaved off all my pubic hair, legs, arms, pits, ass, all hair is gone). I never thought another man would humiliate me like this. Now I am watching as he ties a piece of rubber tubing around my left arm. He instructs me to pump my left fist a few times. I comply with his command for fear of what he might do to me if I don’t. He then tells me to hold still as he sticks a needle in my arm. My eyes are fixed on what he is doing as I watch him pull back on the plunger and a small tinge of blood is seen in the clear liquid in the syringe. Next he slowly pushes the plunger all the way down as I watch in disbelief. When the syringe is empty he pulls it from my arm and massaged the injection site as I begin to hyperventilate. The gag is removed from my mouth as he releases the tubing from around my arm. I begin to feel warmth wash all over my body and up into my throat as I begin to find it almost difficult to breathe. I panic for a moment as I cough hard a couple times. I then begin to feel very strange, as if my senses were thrown into over drive. My cock quickly shrivels up to look so small. But I am feeling so super horny. I feel as if I need to be fucked; fucked long, deep and hard. I watch as this stud of a man get’s between my legs and rubs his bare, rock hard cock against my hole. He asks me “What do you want? I can only think to answer, “I to be fucked.” He continues to rub his cock up and down my crack as my hole twitches and throbs for attention. I ask him again, “Please fuck me, I need to be fucked.” He looks me dead in the eye and asks, “How bad do you want my cock in side your cunt?” “I need it really bad. I need to be fucked.” He didn’t say a word as I watch him slide his raw cock into my hungry hole. Several thoughts raced through my head, one was that he was fucking me bare, and the second was that we never talked about status. I’m not sure he’d be honest with me any way, but I had to ask. “Shouldn’t you be wearing a condom?” “Didn’t you read my profile?” I knew I didn’t and after seeing his pics I wanted that cock in me. Now I had it and had a good idea what this guy’s real status was. No more words were spoken as he fucked away at my hole. IF felt so damn good to be fucked by this stud. He was a marathon man as he fucked me. I never knew a guy could fuck this long and I never took a fucking like this before. Most of the guys who fucked me lasted 10-15 minutes, shot their load and were done. I never knew the length of time he lasted, but I do know when he shot his first load into me. He began to pant and groan. He looked directly into my eyes and said that my life was about to drastically change forever. I was so horned up and out of my mind with lust I didn’t care. I looked into his eyes as he came deep in side me. Without missing a beat he kept right on fucking. He never went soft and I could feel his load being swished around deep in my bowels. He fucked me for a few hours (maybe 3 or so) before he pulled out. He placed a butt plug in my hole before he released my restraints and helped me out of the sling. We then went up to his room where he got on his computer. As he sat at his desk and typed away on his pc, I was on the floor between his legs sucking his cock. I didn’t know what more he had planed for me, but the way I was feeling, I didn’t really care.

You are being deliberately obtuse. Hundreds of thousands of guys are on PrEP. Can you honestly believe there haven’t been guys knowingly taking toxic loads? Go look on here. There are several guys who tell stories of doing it. If taking a toxic load ALWAYS infected a person on PrEP knowingly or otherwise, we would have dozens of cases of PrEP failure. No one is saying PrEP prevents everything. No one is even talking about that but you. If you take PrEP as directed you are protected against HIV. That’s all anyone is claiming.

A super hot daddy hit me up on Grindr. Muscled arms and chest and massive thighs. Salt and pepper hair with a devilish smile. His pictures made me weak in the knees. When we went up the elevator he stuck his tongue in my mouth and his finger in my hole. I swear my knees turned to jelly, and I know I let out one of those slutty involuntary moans that bottoms make to telegraph to the top that they have complete and utter control. We went to his office, he locked the door and bent me over his desk. Fucked me with just spit. Fat daddy cock, the type that was thicker in the middle. I could only get halfway down with my mouth. He liked to grind me deep, and whenever he did, I moaned pretty loudly (I guess no one else was in the building?). I pulled off halfway to blow him, just to show him how slutty I was for his cock. At some point he said, "I want to cum in you," and then did just that. Could feel his hung daddy cock pulsing as he shot his load, which happens to be still in me. Fuck.

Part 7 Benji had just swallowed John's cum and as he savored the remnants of the taste in his mouth he thought how he’d never imagined that he could have so much fun with another man as he had had over the past few hours. Growing up with the indoctrination of the ‘norm' to be with a woman, that he’d not only allowed strange men to fuck him, but to fuck him raw and cum inside his ass. The thought of it all felt so natural and right to him. Although there was still something nagging at him that said this was also dangerous and risky, but the pleasure of the moment was winning out as he continued to give into the pleasure and the sleazy thoughts he was having. Now that John was time with him he sat on the bed not sure what was next. John opened the door letting a David come into the room. David was dressed and had Benji’s clothes I his hand. He tossed then to the teen on the bed telling him, “Get dressed and we can go to my place so we can continue to fuck.” While Benji put his clothes on he could hear John and David talking, but want able to have everything they said out clearly. John: “You found another good piece of ass my friend. Here's the $500 prize money. The kid did earn a few tips, totaling $135.” John handed David two envelopes. David: “Thanks. I sure he’ll appreciate the cash. It’ll be a consolation prize after he learns his fate.” John: “You’re going to tell him?” David: “I’ve got 3 friends that want to fuck and breed him. They are slammers and will only fuck a bottom that slams. They're into dirty, perverted talk andwon’t be so secretive about what he’s really getting.” John: “You are you making a video of this right?” David: “Absolutely. I’ll should have it available by Monday.” John: “Make sure he knows about our members, I’m sir he’ll be needing more cock during the week. Does he have an appointment with Arthur?” David: “Yes on Wednesday.” John: “Excellent, once he's working at b Arthur’s club he’ll fall deeper into the PnP scene. I should let you get going, I’m sure he’s going to want more cock and cum soon.” Benji really didn’t understand what the two talked about as he got dressed. David looked at him saying, “OK cum slut, let’s go back to my place. I want to get into that ass of yours as breed it over as over again.” David walked out of the bedroom when Benji quickly following. He didn’t realize it yet, but John was right, he was starting to get the need for a cock inside his ass delivering a nice, creamy load of cum. The two got into David’s car and off they drove. David looked at Benji and recognized the need in his eyes as he let the newbie cock hound know, “I know you need more cock, it should only take about 20 minute to get to my place.” Benji nodded that he understood. The hunger he felt making it a little difficult for him to process words. Twenty minutes later they were pulling up to a nice down town high rise where David owned a condo. After parking his car, they got out and Benji followed like a puppy to the elevators where they went up to David’s condo. Once inside David told Benji, “Why don’t you get comfortable while I grab us something to drink.” Benji looked around the condo seeing a nice big screen TV across from a spacious couch. He kicked off his shoes, sat down on the couch and waited for David to return. David came back into the room buck, ass naked holding a couple GHB spiked Gatorades. Looking at Benji he said in a commanding voice, “I told you to get more comfortable.” Benji got the message looking at a naked David, stood up and quickly stripped. He was then handed a bottle of Gatorade and told to drink. David quickly cash the entire 12 ounce bottle and like a good boy, Benji followed his lead getting a healthy dose of G a long with it. David was already heating up a bowl of Tinasas Benji was putting the empty bottle down. David took a hit from the smoking pipe before handing it to Benji. His desire for a cock in his ass was only matched by his need for the drug he was smoking. Little did he know how much that need for Tina was going to grow after he would get slammed for the first time. After David was satisfied with the 3 clouds the new Tina whore blew, he moved closer telling sure tweaking teen, “Of you want this fuck stick inside your ass you better get it hard.” Benji got right on his knees and took David’s soft cock into his mouth. As it grew the cock sucker quickly took the length into his throat not gagging one bit as it snaked further into the box gullet. David was impressed at the improvement and skill the teen had acquired over one night, but then again, he was a natural at all he had been experiencing the past several hours. Once David was at full mast he decide to choke the cum slut before giving him the fucking be deserved but being a good cum slut at the party. He put his hand on the back of Benji’s head and forced his cock deeper into his cock sucker's throat. After holding it there, lodged inside and cutting off his ability to breathe further established his dominance and control over the newbie. Benji began to fight for the ability to breathe as the cock forced deeper in his throat blocked his airway. As his lack of oxygen stared to affect him after a couple minutes and David could feel his strength beginning to fade, he withdrew his rock hard cock from Benji’s throat. Turning and walking away from the teen as he gasped for air he told his beaten down boy, “If you want to get fucked you better get your ass in the bedroom.” Benji quickly moved to follow his dominant stud as he scrambled to follow him into the bedroom. He was barely inside the door when he David commanded, “Get your ass in the bed on all fours and face the TV.” Without any hesitation Benji got on the bed as he was told. As he faced the TV, David fiddled with his laptop, then turning on the TV and saying, “Here’s side porn to keep you in the mood.” With the Tina and G flowing through his body he didn’t need anything else to keep him in the mood, but the porn would fuel the fire more as the home made porn showed a narrator 18 year old twink getting hang banged by three jocks. As Benji watched the action on the TV, he was wishing he was the kid I the video. I a coupe of hours he was going to be the star of his own porno. The three jocks he was watching would be at David’s soon enough. David had the volume at a level where it could barely be heard. As Benji tried to listen to what was being said in the video David slammed his cock inside his ass. What he was able hear, or recognize, were similar to what he had said to the guys that fucked him at the party. Then he thought he heard one of the jocks say something about pozzing or poz cum, but that thought quickly left his brain as he was repeatedly slam fucked. David fucked him in every position imaginable cumming inside his ass 5 times when he figure the twink would be a bit of a break, some more G before the jocks showed up. Pulling his cock out of Benji without any warning was just where tactic to establish control over the new born cum slut. David headed for the kitchen telling Benji, “Take a seat back on the couch.” Benji dutifully complied with the instructions. It didn’t take long until David returned with G laced Gatorade for the twink. David told him, “Drink all of your Gatorade, my guests well be here any minute.” Benji wanted to ask about the guests David was taking about, but before he could ask David went on, “I know you will like them, give been watching some of their handy work with the twink in the video I was playing.” Benji’s mind began to race thinking he was going to get fucked like the twink I in the video as he began to drink his Gatorade. He noticed a strange taste when he began to drink the bottle. A hard knock on the door followed by David saying, “There here, you better finish that Gatorade quick.” As a naked David open the door letting the 20 something jocks into the condo, Benji was putting the empty bottle down. The jocks knew that the ample amount of G would take effect soon enough and with the slam of Tina that they intend to give him shortly he was gong to be their fuck toy for the next few hours. David introduce Benji to the three never really telling him their names telling Benji that there banners weren’t important. Each jock walked up to the drugged up teen, pulled his hardening cock out to test the twink’s cock sucking ability. Benji did not disappoint taking each jock’s cock down to the root. After each jock was done trying his throat, they each went directly into the bedroom and got naked when Benji following the last one into David’s bedroom. Once Benji was in the bedroom one of the jocks told him, “Get on your back on the bed.” Thec was starting to hit him as he tried to quickly do as he was told. The jocks recognized this as 2 of the jocks helped him into the bed, the third was getting the prepare slams out. While all that was going on, David had his video camera in hand, a long with a couple he had mounted in the room, was ready to record Benji’s final corruption. Benji was kind of out of it when one of the jocks said to him, “The three of us are going to slam, will you slam with us?” Not really knowing what they asked him he agreed. Once jock moved right in with point in hand, placed the tourniquet on his right arm and slid the needle into a fat vein. After getting the red flash the contents were emptied into Benji’s vein. David had a close up of all the action of the slam before concentrating on the newbie face as he was about to ride the waves of his first slam. The tourniquet was removed and as the drugs began to flow Benji's eyes opened wide as he coughed out hard 4, 5 times before saying, “OH FUCK!” The jock who had administered his slam asked him, “Are you enjoying you first slam?” Benji answered and asked, “Fuck, I feel great, what did you to me?” The one jock told him, “I just gave you a slam, I injected Tina directly into your vein. Just as they are doing to themselves.” He pointed to the other two jocks at they administered their own slams with Benji watching intently. The jock who gave Benji his slam then did his own as the other two jocks coughed out then moved in on Benji. The teen unknowingly was playing with his soft Tina dick and throbbing hole. One jock hit between the teen's legs, pushing his legs back exposing his hole and diving in face first to get a taste of the twink’s ass. The other two moved towards his head (one on each side) to feed him their cocks to suck. The jock eating his ass was working on getting him nice and wet, but after discovering that his ass was filled with cum he changed it up and lined his cock up with the kids cum filled ass. As he was pushing the full length of his 9” cock inside the still rushing teen he said, “His slut already has a lot of cum in his ass. It’s time to add my charged load to the mix.” Then looking down at Benji asking, “You ready to get knocked up?” While switching off suckling the two cocks he nodded his head ‘Yes’. The jock fucking him began to long dick him from the start. As he tried to suck the cocks in font of his face each jock began to force the full length of his cock into the teen's throat. His moans were from both the pleasure and pain of being fucked at both ends. When the jock in his ass was ready to deliver his toxic payload be began to thrust in deeper then Benji thought possible as the cocks he was sucking were taken away. They wanted him concentrating on the imminent breeding. After the first jock filled Benji’s ass with his poz cum one of the other jocks took his turn breeding the newbie slut. This went on for a coupe hours. After each jock dumped at least 3 loads each inside the well fucked ass of the newly born cum slut. It was imprinted permanently on his brain that he’d bed cock breeding him from now on. As Benji was about to be inoculated with the last load he was going to receive, the jock fucking him said, “Look at me bitch. You’ve really become a cum slut letting everyone dump their cum inside your ass. Do you know what you’ve been getting from everyone who dump their spooge into you? You know that your fate is pretty much sealed and there’s no turning back. Take my gift slut, I know you’re going to eventual accept your new status.”

Part 6 Benji could feel the massive load of cum slosh around in his ass as Robert’s cock remained hard in his unprotected hole. David watched Benji get fucked thinking with all the loads he had taken through out the night's party they he not only lost his virginity, he lost his innocence to Tina and he would eventually lose his health to the virus loaded seamen he was willingly and asking the men to ‘inject’ into him. Robert was just the latest to give Benji what he needed (cock filling his hungry ass, and cum flooding his ass) along with HIV. Benji was surprised that Robert’s cock was still hard as he continued to be fucked by the now dominant man. With every thrust Robert delivered Benji would push back into as he milked they last drop of cum from the cock invading his body. David was familiar with Robert’s ability as a power top, he could cum multiple times and each dirty load was big and potent. David didn’t have to ask as he leaned toward Benji to say, “Do you want some more of Robert's cum? Cause ready or not he's going to breed your ass again.” David then kissed the teen as he got fucked by another man then said, “I can’t wait to get you back to my place and fuck you again and again.” Benji was a little surprised by David’s words, but by the way Robert’s cock felt inside his ass, he knew the fuck wasn’t ending anytime soon. Robert was going to fuck and fill his ass for ass long as he wanted and Benji had no say in the matter. While maintaining he steady pace of fucking Robert told the newbie, “Damn Benji, you’ve got a great hole. I’d like to explore it some more. We’re going to have to spend a weekend together, just you, me and Tina.” David still making out with Benji as he broke off the his to whisper, “Damn you’re lucky. Robert only likes to spend weekends with a nice piece of ass. He can be very generous with bottoms he likes.” Benji had no real idea of what David was talking about, but that would be explained later as he concentrated on the cock pistoning in and out of his body. After all that he’d experienced over the last few hours he knew he’d be searching for cock and cum. Benji tightened his ass around Robert’s cock in an attempt to get his load. Upon feeling the teen’s ass starting to milk his 8” titanium rod Robert commented, “DAYUM BOY! YOU’RE NEEDY FOR MORE CUM. FUCK I CAN’T HOLD BACK, TAKE MY DIRTY SEED BITCH!” Robert flooded the teen’s ass once again, anointing it with another load of potent poz cum. The mixture of all the loads he’d taken being churned within him, the virus already worked into the abused walls of his ass allowing it to start infiltrating every party of his body. As much as Robert would’ve enjoyed to continue to breed the newbie, he knew that John was waiting to fuck the twink. John was always the last to try out a new piece of ass. This fuck was very important to David. If John enjoys Benji’s ass and the fact that he’s only 18, was a virgin and still in high school it could get him $500. Robert pulled his still hard cock from Benji’s ass, pushed the teen to his knees as he waved his cum covered cock in font of the kid’s face. Benji seemed to understand what was expected of him as he went down on Robert’s tool cleaning the assimilated cum and his ass juices. Remembering the blow job he gave Robert he got fucked, Benji took the man’s cock into his throat and held it there knowing how much that would please the top man. Immediately when Robert felt the twink’s throat wrapped around his still sensitive cock he couldn't hold back. He felt his balls boil over as new began to fire a third load, but this was going directly into Benji’s stomach. Benji felt the cock within in his throat expand and then throb as it derived its payload. Robert pulled back wanting to give the hungry teen a taste of his seed. As his mouth filled up with Robert's load he was told, “Damn boy you’re really good. Now savor my cum. Enjoy the taste before you swallow.” David was impressed at what just happened. He leaned in and told his discovery, “You’re making me proud. Your first night, you’ve taken you cock lie a fish takes to water. You’ve learned that a good bottom will have cock from anyone, a good bottom gets fucked bareback and wants the top to breed him, a good bottom will clean off a top's cock and a good bottom will swallow a top's load. You’ve become a good, cum slut bottom.” Once David was done telling Benji how proud he was at his becoming a cum slut, Robert told Benji he could swallow his cum. After swallowing down what was in his mouth after which Robert pulled the cum swallowing teen to his feet, giving him a kiss and telling him, “I am definitely going to have you to myself for an entire weekend.” David took Benji by the arm leading him into the house. They went directly to one of the bedrooms where John Edward Rutherford was waiting. On the way David handed Benji the now, all too familiar pipe. Benji blew some impressive clouds as David told him, “Benji, I know you had fun tonight at the party. I know you’re going to want to come back here but the get party. So, I want you to be sure to please John I every way he asks. Be sure to thank him for everything he gives you, if he has you suck his cock, you thank him for allowing you to suck his cock. When he fucks you, you thank him and tell him how big his cock is, how you’re going to make him feel good, tell him your hole is there for his pleasure. And be sure to beg him for his cum, beg him for his gift, ask him to breed you, and I want you to ask for his DNA and tell him you want him to knock you up, get you pregnant. You do all that he’ll be so impressed he’ll let you come to our next party.” Before entering the room David had the newbie repeat the instructions. David knew he was taking a chance with the last two, especially adding ttyl get pregnant and knocked up, but if the naïve twink figured it out of was too late to do anything about it. In his drugged up mind the kid was clueless. He have Benji a deep kiss, told him, “Enjoy yourself. I’ll see you after John is done with you. I’m going to get our clothes so when your due we can go back to my place and fuck.” Benji knocked on the door to hear John say, “Come in.” Benji entered the room still bleeding clouds which David knew John would like seeing the novice crystal addict getting tweaked. John took the well packed pipe and torch from the teen and proceeded to have his own hit as Benji let out his latest cloud. Once John was satisfied his lungs were filled with adequate amount of Tina he set the pipe down. John leaned in toward Benji just as he had emptied his lungs. Placing his mouth over the twink’s he waited until the teen had to take in a breath and exhaled the Tina he was holding in his lungs. Benji eagerly sucked the Tina from John’s mouth as the two began to kiss with John pushing his tongue into the tweaked out teen’s mouth. As the kiss finally broke off and Benji was able to blow out a huge cloud, he remembered David’s instructions, “Thank you John for the shotgun.” John let the newbie in his arms before kissing him again, “You’re welcome. Your name is Benji?” Benji nodded and answered, . “Yes sir.” John liked hearing him say ‘sir’ as he let the newbie know, “I’ve heard nothing but good things about you from a number of my guests. If you serve me as well as you’ve served our members we’ll have you come back again. I know number of members that already want to ‘see’ you again.” Benji house they what John ment by the way he said ‘see him again’ that the members he met tonight would want to fuck him again. John then asked Benji about his age, was hi rent still in high shop, his previous sexual experience, his family, and friends. As he finished up his questioning me pushed Benji to his knees allowing him to try out the newbie mouth & throat. He’d heard the newbie was eager too please with his holes, now it was time to try the out. Benji looked up at John thinking about David’s instructions and asked, “May I please suck your cock sir?” John love that he asked for permission to suck his cock and replied, “Of course you can suck my cock.” Before Benji took John’s cock into his mouth he said, “Thank you sir for letting me suck your cock.” Benji then took all of John’s semi hard cock into his mouth and quickly down his throat as you grew within his mouth. He held it in his throat as long as possible as John felt the pleasure of Benji’s throat. John immediate felt his cock start to leak a steady stream of pre cum directly into the teen’s gut. Benji then bobbed his had up so that he could get a breath of air before he went down again letting John’s cock back into his throat. John was enjoying the head Benji was providing. He let the kid work his cock for a while longer before he looked down and commented, “You really know how you suck dick. Now I’m going to fuck and breed you.” With the tip of John'’s cock still in his mouth saying, “Thank you for the compliment. I want you to use my ass for your pleasure.” John pulled Benji to his feet, kissed him again and told him, “Climb on the bed and get on your back.” Benji quickly complied as John climbed between his legs, placing his legs on his shoulders and lined his cock up with Benji’s hole. Benji was in position where he was able to pushed against John as John was ready to push into the twink as Benji moaned and said, “Thank you for fucking me.” John took control over and slid the entire length of his 8.5” cock balls deep into the tweaking teen. Benji was thankful for all the cum that other men had deposited inside him help lube John’s way inside. Once he was fully inside and felt the warmth and tightness of the newbie’s well fucked ass he said, “Your ass feels incredible. I heard you were a needy bitch, and with all the cum you’ve got inside you. I love fucking a newbie ass that is full of cum. It’s allows me to work all those loads deeper into your body where they will become part of you.” Benji replied, “Oh yes, your cock is so big, so hard, so deep inside me. Fuck me, breed me, give me your load, cum inside me. I need the gift of your cum, knock me up, impregnate me, give me your DNA.” John loved hearing everything Benji was saying as he began to repeat the things David asked him to say. John pushed his bottom’s legs back a little further giving him better access to his ass that allowed him to go deeper inside the teen. Feeling John’s dick go about an inch deeper caused Benji to moan out in pleasure and pain. Throughout the fuck, Benji keep asking John up breed him in so many different ways that when he was ready to deliver his poz cum he asked the teen, “Do you really want to get pregnant, you want to be knocked up. You’ve got so much dirty cum inside you there’s no way you can escape the inevitable.” Benji wondered for a brief moment on what John said thinking to sex ed class ave the dangers of unprotected, but that thought was out of his head as soon as John rammed his cock inside him deep and yelled out, “FUCK WHAT A GREAT ASS. TAKE MY DIRT CUM YOU FILTHY CUM WHORE!!” John worked his cock inside Benji until it was too soft to keep inside his all fucked ass. Benji was quick to say, “Thank you for fucking me and thank you the gift of your cum.” John laughed to himself when he answered, “Your welcome for the fuck and did the gift I'’ve given you.” Once there was enough room for Benji to move he immediately moved in to clean off John’s cock surprising the dominant man. John’s cock began to get had again as Benji sucked it clean. John put his hand on his cock sucker head as the teen sucked the top’s cock into his throat multiple times. John didn’t hold back and quickly have Benji his load to swallow. Once his mouth was full he held the load I his mouth, savoring the flavor before swallowing it down. Then he told John, “Thank you for the tasty treat.”

Your first name: Michael Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): 970-964-7989 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Montrose, Colorado. Times you're generally not available:m-f weekends are good  Age: 19! Height: 5’10 Weight:155 Ethnicity:Black/Native American

First Name (or name youll respond to) Tim (BottomPig23) Cell Number:619 530 7211 Baltimore Drive, LA Mesa CA 91942 Generally Not Available 4am-8pm Age:23 Height:5'11 Weight:200lbs

OMG. Yes. The daddy top that took my virginity when I was 18 is still the same one that breeds me now and im 34 now. He made me fall in love with him. He has me very submissive to him and I am very happy. He has other boys but im ok with that.

i don't need Tina to make my dick soft while being fucked.

A week ago I met a guy at a sex party with one of the biggest and thickest dicks I had seen in recent years. I mentioned him in one of the other threads about top's frustrations. Even after I had been fucked by someone else it took a while before I could take all of him. He fucked me several times at the party but didn't give me his load until after he gave me a lift home and had a private session. We chatted since then and last night he came over. This time it was just him and me and I didn't have someone to open me up first. It was again a bit of a struggle but to my own surprise it didn't take too long before he was in balls deep but my hole was absolutely stretched to the limit. He had said he usually is a "one shot guy" and he is done after he cums so he loves to fuck as long as possible, with breaks to prevent him from cumming too quickly. And he did. Hitting my prostate continuously he made me cum in minutes. After several breaks he finally delivered. We chatted afterwards and I started sucking him and cleaning his dick. He got hard again. Said that almost never happens. Round two it took longer for him to cum again but my hole loved taking him there and he managed to give me my 2nd orgasm in the process. It's been hours since he left but even after sleep my sore hole still feels like it's stretched. I'm hoping he will become a regular. I have two other fuckbuds and one of them keeps me fairly busy but this guy's oversized dick is so delicious. Such a slut! ?

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

I struggled as those words sank into my head: ‘Good thing you have us here to help you realise what a pleasure centre you can be. So much potential for you as a pozbro’ – fucking hell. I need to get out of here now. However I’ve been sucking on a poz cock, and there’s another one targeting my hole. “That’s right bro. Let us in” Glen said as his precum started to drip over my hole and started to make his way in. Fuck it hurt, but a good hurt. Everything screaming at me to wake up out of this nightmare. These two toxic men have me pinned down, with no escape. “What’s your name, pig? Good to know which new members to keep an eye on” “Huh? Um, yeah, it’s Dan” “Hey Dan, hot body you have there. We rarely see guys your age – I’m thinking 40? - still neg here, so you have to understand our excitement.” “Yeah but… I don’t want to join. I just want to go home. Please… let me go and I’ll leave you to it” “Too late bro. You’ve got toxic precum in your mouth and around your pighole now, and those poppers are helping us to see what your prospects are and what you REALLY want” “Seriously, don’t do this. I don’t want to become a poz…” It was then when Glen rammed his cock further into me at the same time as Steve shoved his cock into my throat. The pain of gagging subsided as I got used to my plight. I’m being spit-roasted by two toxic fuckers and somehow calming down into their strokes and rhythm against my best wishes. I could hear Glen and Steve muttering encouragement to each other “Yeah, that’s the stuff. He’s adapting nicely”, “That’s right lad, accept your fate. Let these daddies incubate you and start you off right”. My mind was slowing down. The feelings of fear and panic put on the backburner, as I was reveling in my new glimpses of pigginess. Betraying my sensible side and belonging right in the moment. For the next few minutes I was part of a scene I’d longed for but always felt I’d know when to get out of it. My energy, my whole being basically acting as a life support to a cock. Hey… this isn’t quite as terrifying as I feared. Then I was jolted out of it as Steve roared and blew his load in my hole. My addled mind wondering why come I denied myself that cum, that hole usage all this time? A sense of calm flowed across me. Enlightenment. “Oh Steve, I think you’ve hooked him now” Glen then pulled out of my mouth and replaced Steve at my hole, and then set about adding his blend to the mix. “Two unmedicated poz loads. I bet you didn’t expect your evening to end up quite so exciting, hey Dan? You’re going to become one of us mate, and I can tell that you’re starting to come around to the idea.” Dear God help me.

I love giving gushers up the butt. It makes me hard af and lets the bottom know his place. When I'm fucking you it's MY hole to use as I please.

I have been pissed on by 8 guys at once at a gang bang party I loved every time they did this I swallowed lots of piss to in that party

I dont think there is a black man I have ever said no to. Even when I know it will hurt I will say yes. I just love being used by black men. So erotic for some reason.

This happened about 20 mins ago.... traveling for the weekend on my way back to Tampa and we all needed to get out and stretch our legs. We all sat there bullshitting and such and finally I departed the group to use the restroom. First of all this shit NEVER happens to me. At bookstores and cruise parks yes, but not random rest stops. Anyway, as I walked in to the restroom, I thought nothing of the guy taking a leak in the last urinal, i step up to the one 2 over and proceeded to do my thing. I couldn’t help but glance, I think it happens subconsiously sometimes. Well he caught me, then looked over his shoulder (assuming checking for other guests) and showed me stroking his cock. He nodded his head to the stall and I followed. Closed the door I sat down and began to nibble on his foreskin, running my tongue under his hood and as much as I wanted to savor this I knew I didn’t have much time so I just engulfed his cock down to the base. He was precumming like mad and it tasted so sweet. He started to show those telltale signs someone was about to blow their load. So I increased my efforts, I wanted him to feed me that load. All of a sudden he pushes my head back( shaved head so I don’t have hair to pull) and whispers I want to fuck you. I shook my head no I don’t have time, he pleaded, he is so close he just want to cum from fucking. He then said there is a family restroom. He didn’t take much to twist my arm so I followed. Inside he squeezed a huge dollop of Pre-cum and slide his finger over my hole as I was bent over the sink watching him in the mirror. I had no lube and no poppers so this was gonna hurt. But when the hunger strikes you feed it. He spit on his fingers and added more to my hole and then spit on his cock trying for some type of lube. I pushed my ass out and he squeezed another doll up of Pre-cum on my hole smearing it with his head. He applied pressure and I started to open, but fuck it hurt but we proceeded. Finally all the way in he pumped like 3 or 4 times and the grunted as he flexed his hips filling me up. He thanked me and we got dressed and walked out, I saw him go to another car and a woman was waiting, my friends questioned if I was ok and I feined stomach problems. Now I sit here in the back seat typing my story out on my phone with a sore hole, the fuck wasn’t for me it was for him, but I still got the load. I can feel it inside me and my cheeks are cummy.... you know the feeling I am talking about.... WHAT A GREAT NIGHT... this shit never happens to me . Sorry for any errors like I said back seat passenger

Sold Health (Part 02) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** “Think about it while you suck my dick faggot – Don’t forget, I paid for your service – you little cocksucker...” The boy took my cock back in his mouth like he was in a trance. His tongue focused on my glans and lapped my toxic precum up already. He moved his head up and down my shaft. I told him to look into my eyes, while sucking me. Once, he might have been a sensitive and intelligent guy, but now his eyes seemed dull and his spirit was broken. I was pretty sure, that he wouldn’t make a turn with the money. The drug had already fried his brain. His body and mind ached for another shot. “The choice is yours… pay your debts and live like a decent human being. You could try to save yourself and your girlfriend… or buy some of the ‘good stuff’ and make a nice trip. You could get so high – in a way you never have experienced it… you filthy Bitch.” I whispered seductively. “Think faster you stupid fuck. Once my cock spits at your face, the deal is over! He interrupted his sucking. “And you can check my status right now?” I nodded as I pulled his head back onto my penis. “A little bit of your blood will do – and I guess you are not afraid of syringes, huh?” I grinned. “And your friend will give me the money right away…” he interrupted his blowjob again. “We will pile up the money in front of your eyes. You can even count it while we fuck your brains out.” I replied to him. The lad was obviously overwhelmed by this decision. His eyes moved rapidly. And still, while his peanut brain was craving for some good stuff he dutifully lapped his tongue against my glans and sucked more and more of my poisonous scum. “Okay fuck face, you can’t make a decision, then I will shoot my load into your mouth now. You may spit it out afterwards faggot, since you don’t like to take the risk…” I frowned. I grabbed him by his ears and started pummeling into his gullet. “Hrrrmpf….. naaaaaaaw….. *chokes*” his hands moved against my stomach and tried to push me away. He pulled his head away from my cock and begged me to stop. “DEAL….” he screamed and looked at me frantically. “DEEEAAAAALLLLL…” he screamed again and seemed terrified that I would shoot my sperm any second now. I jerked my cock slowly, looking down at this piece of shit and smiled cruelly. “Please don’t shoot your load…. Deal…. please…. Deal…. *sobs*” I stopped jacking off and just sneered at the broken lad. Totally out of breath he stared at my throbbing cock. He looked up to me and asked with a timid voice “Deal?” Get the fuck up and let’s take a blood sample then and you better pray to God, that it is negative then. After a few attempts I found a vein to draw some blood from the boy. I’ve put the sample into the ‘rapid antibody’ test kit. Now we had to wait a couple of minutes for the results. “What happens if I am positive?” he asked uncertainly. “I will leave you, where I found you… what do you think would happen? You are going to die – that’s what’s going to happen to you - shithead” I replied. In the meantime I told the whore, I still had to piss urgently. Initially he went down to his knees and opened his mouth, but I told him to get up again and take my cock up his ass instead. The twink seemed to be scared about that and begged me not to fuck him yet. He really thought I would hump him and he wouldn’t get any more cash. “I am not fucking your asshole you fool. I just want to take a leak faggot.” My cock was still extremely hard and it took me a while to persuade the bitch to get up again and to turn around. In the end I simply grabbed the boy by his nape and held him in place, while I pressed my erected cock against his fuckhole. “You promise not to cum now… okay?” he asked again. He looked extremely worried. “I promise it. Just pissing… nothing else!” and I flashed a genuine smile. Of course I had to make some fucking motions. The boy was so tensed and it took me a while to settle my whole cock into his snatch. I could have rammed myself home, but I wanted to safe the hardcore action for later. I closed my eyes and tried to release my bladder. I felt the little filly was nervous. He almost pranced a little bit. “Stay still….” I moaned and released my waste into him. As soon as he felt his intestines fill up with the hot yellow liquid he mumbled over and over again ‘thank you… thank you’. I guess he wasn’t really thankful for the steaming piss, but he was relieved that I kept my promise. After I finished with my ‘business’ I told him I would withdraw my cock slowly and that he should try to keep my urine in for a while. Of course it didn’t work out completely. A few trickles went down his legs onto the floor. It was not my flat, so I didn’t care. I maneuvered him around a bit and told him he should let go of my piss out with full force. I hit him on his belly several times to encourage him to release my pee. His eyes were closed and sweat was on his forehead. He pressed hard and a yellow stream of piss shot against his cupboard and walls. He knocked some of his pictures over and I had to laugh out loudly. That was the moment when he turned his head around and saw what I had ordered him to do. “Well done boy. Two out of three… not bad!” I praised him and clapped him on his back. I went back to the table and gazed at my watch. We still had to wait a few minutes. “Come here – worthless slut and lick my ass for a couple of minutes” I commanded. Without a word of protest the lad crouched behind my body and pulled my jeans downwards. “I really hope my test results come out negative” he mumbled. “Yeah – me too. Now start tonguing my hole. Lick that shithole clean” I grunted. He started lapping his tongue over my hole. “Good boy…..” I moaned. “Don’t forget to push your tongue into my hole also. Tongue fuck me… you hear me? Clean my dirty hole the proper way.” When the time had come to check the test results I announced, I would open the kit now. He stopped his tongue action and mumbled some nonsense. It almost sounded like a prayer. Yeah – I heard him pray to God, that his results would turn out negative. I slapped him on his head and told him to keep on sucking my ass. When I saw his result was negative I farted into his open mouth and made the boy moan repulsively. “You are negative slut.” I farted again into his face. “Good job!” I turned around slowly. “We got a Deal!” I announced proudly and ruffled the boys hair playfully, like he was the big winner here. “Man – I am so happy I am negative. That is so cool. Now I can get some cash from you. Thank you… man. Thank you for choosing me” he repeated himself constantly. I used my cell phone to contact my partner in crime. “Hey there… it’s me… I found a whore to gamble with us.” “19 years old and wasted. Drugs… he is negative and sort of good looking” “Nah – just an ordinary whore. Yeah – wait….” “Talk to him nicely and give him your address. We want to continue with the show.” I grinned and handed the boy my mobile phone. “Yes. Hello sir. Yes… I am the slut who wants to take poz cum. Thank you. I can’t wait to feel your poz cock tearing up my asshole either *he looked a bit scared now* Yes…. please don’t forget the money, okay?” Then he gave my pal his residential address and then my mate hung up. I took back my phone and smiled down at the crouching boy. He started stroking my cock slowly and smiled back happily. “We will fuck you hard. You know that… Hm?” I asked him. “Yeah” he stopped smiling and looked a bit concerned now. “Will it hurt a lot?” he asked. “We won’t use spit or lube” I told him. “We spend a lot of money on you… it is only fair, that you should tear inside” All of a sudden the twink looked like a small kid again. A bit lost – and still he was a grown up boy who knew, more or less, what he was doing. “I will fuck you at first, because I found you… that might hurt a bit, because I fuck you dry. But believe me, it will hurt my cock too. But you won’t hear me complaining about it – so I expect you to be a champ also and just take what’s coming into you…” “Then my mate will fuck you immediately after I shot my load. So with my sperm as lube you will probably enjoy his fucking.” “After that we will double dick you” I grinned. “And then you are almost done…” I spoke those words and he took it like the ordeal would be over then. But I meant it in a total different way….

I would willingly get on my hands and knees for a poz bbc so I can fulfill my purpose as a bottom. I would think it would be a big turn for a poz black guy to dominate a neg white guy

i was about a month ago at a pool party during leather prode. I was in th egarden area of the resort and three guys took turns fuking me while guys gathered around to watch. Then they started pissing on me while waiting their turn to fuck me some more and i was covered inpiss and cum by the end...it was a total animal high to be covered in so much male scent and from multiple guys.

points made guys...now lets get back to writing or reading or jacking or whatever may be fun... I do understand how anxious it can be to wait for the next post or chapter or edition to cum out and create fresh new eruptions in our hard as rock cocks... and unfortunately our frustrations are heightened by the many examples of the unfinished stories that haven't been updated in years even... butt guys, even though these writers may not be on their knees writing theses things up, they are still servicing us ...and for a lot less than the corner hustler charges... they are taking us to xxxciting places in our minds- touching a nerve that goes all the way down to our dicks... and for this I think most of us are xxxtremely grateful, thankful, and appreciative and would love to get on our knees and service you... and it takes a lot of time and effort and thought and jacking to create these stories, to post them, to proof them hopefully and then to repeat the process over again for each update...and for this-- Thank You-- and we'll take what you give us (butt please keep in mind I am a top) \ +69

Becoming a Poz Cum Dump (Part 3) Knocked up? What the fuck does that mean? I thought about what I had over heard when he came back to the room. He looked me over and said, “We need to get you cleaned up and ready to go out” as he released my restraints and helped me out of the sling. He showed me to the shower and we both climbed in to shower off. After we dried ourselves off he had me get dressed and as we headed out the door he grabbed a duffle bag and threw it over his shoulder. Now was my time to escape but I found myself following him like a little puppy down the street. We walked several blocks till we came to a brick building with no signage as to what the business was. There was a plain black door on the front and a keypad next to the door. He punched in a code and there was a click so that it could be opened. Once inside I saw a reception desk with a cute college age stud standing behind it. He said, “Your regular room Sir?” My host nodded and said “Yes” as key was slid across the counter to him along with a couple towels. I followed as we climbed the stairs to the fourth floor then down the hall to room #405. He opened the door and we entered. I was amazed at all the equipment along the walls. A St. Andrew’s Cross, fuck bench, sling, along with a normal bed. There were mirrors along one wall and the ceiling. A second wall had dildos, butt plugs, whips and other similar equipment. In one corner was a tiled shower and a couple lockers. He told me “Strip down and sit on the bed” as he fixed me another syringe for me he gave me a couple blue pills and a white one and told me to take them with the water he gave me. I noticed that the water tasted a little funny as I downed the pills but I drank it any way. I then watched as he stuck the syringe into my vein. I vaguely remember hearing a ringing in my ears as I felt like I was floating away. I could tell my heart was racing out of control and I felt very warm. He guided me over to the St. Andrews cross where he restrained me. He then dressed in leather chaps, a harness and mask as I watched. He then took down a belt or whip of some kind and began to beat my ass. I was so far gone I never felt any pain. I don’t know how long he beat me for but I do recall when he moved me over to the fuck bench. He made sure I was restrained well when he began to finger my hole. Before too long he had 3-4 fingers in me and was really pushing hard on my hole when he stopped and said “you need a little something in there to help you relax.” I felt him stick something in my hole and then felt a burning deep in me. He resumed his fingering of my hole as I felt my hole begin to throb and suck on his fingers when all of a sudden I felt like my ass was so full. I looked over to the mirror to see his fist disappear into my ass. I began to moan as he worked his fist in deeper. He was half way to his elbow when he began to flex his fingers and then withdrew his fist from my ass. He commented “What a nice gapping hole you have there” as he blew air into it. I was then Moved to the sling and fucked by him hard, long and deep. After he was through with me he allowed anyone who wanted to fuck me. I don’t know how many guys fucked me when he finally let me out of the sling, but I knew I took a lot of loads that day. He led me to the shower in the corner and all I could do was lay there as he, ad a few others that were left, began to piss all over me. They pissed in my hair, my mouth and my ass. I just laid there and took it. Then he turned the shower on and rinsed me off. He had me dress then led me back out side and put me in a cab and sent me home. Before he closed the cab door he gave me a bit of advice, “Next time you go looking for a hook up, read the profile instead of just looking at his cock picas.”

Becoming a Poz Cum Dump (Part 2) We then went up to his room where he got on his computer. As he sat at his desk and typed away on his pc, I was on the floor between his legs sucking his cock. I didn’t know what more he had planned for me, but the way I was feeling, I didn’t really care. As I sucked and sucked slowly his cock came back to life. Then he stood up and led me back to the sling where I was again restrained. He left me there for a few minutes when I heard a knock at the door. There were voices coming from the outer room as I lay there with my plugged up ass exposed. He came back in with a couple syringes; one was without a needle on it and the other was your typical needle type similar to the one he used earlier on me. He placed the tubing around my left arm and like before he when he gave me something that turned me into a cum hungry bottom. He stuck the needle in my arm and I was given more of what ever drug he gave me earlier. One of his friends approached my hole and pulled out the butt plug. Before my hole could close up the needleless syringe was shoved in as far as it would go and the contents emptied into my ass. At that moment the tubing around my arm was removed and I felt an increase in the warmth I felt throughout my body. I heard a ringing in my ears. The guy pulled the syringe from my hole and shoved his cock in me. He looked over to our host and asked, “How many loads he got in there already?” “I pumped in 5 loads. They have been marinating in there for about an hour now but needs something a little special added.” The guy fucking me groaned as he began to fuck me. Thoughts raced through my head as I looked down at the stud fucking me and saw a symbol tattooed around his belly button that I had seen in my high school biology lab. I wasn’t sure exactly what it meant, but knew it wasn’t a good symbol. As he fucked me I noticed 2 other friends standing behind him all stroking their hard cocks. The guy fucking me grunted out as he shot what felt like a gallons worth of cum deep inside me. He fucked me for a few minutes more before he pulled out and was replaced by our host. He fucked me for a good 15-20 minutes before he pulled out. Then the next friend stepped up and fucked me. I was glad I was drugged up because this guy had a huge cock with a 0g PA. I knew he had to be tearing me up on the inside. He pounded me without showing any mercy. He looked me in the eye when he shot his load in me. Again our host fucked me for a while before the last friend took his turn at my hole. This guy fucked me longer than the previous 2 friends did. When he was close to depositing his load to mix with the others he began to breathe heavy and he was sweating like he had been in a steam room. He slammed into me so hard I thought his cum would spurt out of my mouth as he unloaded his seed into me. After his friends were dressed he walked them to the door. I could barely make out what was being said in the outer room. I tried my best to make it out what he was saying, “The stupid cunt came over looking to get laid. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. Serves the cunt right to get knocked up after this.” Knocked up? What the fuck does that mean?

One night I decided to check out this Tearoom. It's relatively safe and you get a good mix there from hot Teenyboppers to sleazy Old Trolls—a hodgepodge that guarantees just about anything can happen and usually does. At first I thought no one was there till I spied pair of hairy legs. I sat down in the adjoining stall and glanced through the peephole. Pressed jeans and Jockeys lay crumbled on the tile floor around a pair of well developed calves. A minute later a youthful hand beckoned beneath the wall. I had no idea what the Faggot had in mind, but was inclined to let the Dude do what he would--till the Guard walked in. “Closing time!” I exited the stall as he switched off the light. It was dark as hell. You can imagine my surprise when an arm went round my waist and a hand groped my crotch. I jumped. The guy in the can? Just as I decided to let him play, the Watchman reappeared . “Out now!” Outside I found myself alone so I trudged off to the Bus Stop. This Teenybopper came in and sat down beside me. The Fucker from the Stall? The Dude was drunk as hell. "Hi." "Hi" back. He smiled in that stupid boyish way. “Guess how old I am.” “Sixteen.” "Nah, you're wrong! Everyone thinks that since I cut my hair. I get soooooo mad when guys think I'm that young. I'm 18." "Uh huh." "Whatcha doing?". “Waitin’ for a bus.” "Me, too. I’m drunk." "I gathered." The Kid leaned in closer. I was about to leave and wait somewhere else when he announced he’d do anything for money. His candor took me by surprise. He hankered to become the Kept Boy of some Sugar Daddy—who‘d pamper him and keep him in the latest shit. I couldn’t help but laugh. "What's funny?" "You're barkin' up the wrong tree, Sonny. Why do you think I’m waitin’ here instead of driving myself home?" " I still like you. Can we go somewhere?" "There’s a park a half mile down." As we strolled along (I strolled; he stumbled, more or less) I got a better look at him. Hot in that street-like grunged-up way—tousled dark hair, brown eyes, smooth skin, 5'8" and slim. The thing I noticed most about him was that he was soused—absolutely reeked of alcohol. He rambled on about his life. He lived with an alcoholic Uncle who’d introduced him to Gay Sex. They’d had a torrid love affair till Uncky took to pimping him. I wasn't sure how much was true and how much, crap; but I listened all the same. I was only a few years older than he, but I guess he saw me as the Big Brother type. He jabbered on about how he'd love to be a Rich Man's Whore and how he'd do anything for pay. I assured him that there were a lot of needy guys out there who'd gladly pay for play. He asked me what kind of things he’d have to do? "Pretty much the usual--suck Cock and spread your Cheeks." That turned him on. I pictured him all boozed up at the Baths. Man! He'd be dripping POZ CUM in no time. The older Dudes would juice his Innards big-time with their Slimy Loads. The Kid wouldn't even know what hit him. Still, the Baths were out of the question as I had only a few dollars in my pocket; but the Kid had possibilities. “I know a place where we can go if you want to get it off.” I told him to be forewarned—of guys who practiced "Unsafe Sex." That didn’t faze him, but he beamed so much I thought, “Why not?" He wants it. It's not my fault that he's gotten soused.” I felt a fleeting pang of guilt. “You sure you wanna do this?” He reaffirmed his eagerness, but freaked out at something in the bushes. "Try not to be so obvious ‘bout bein’ drunk and all. This park is rife with scum. You never know what kind of Slime you’ll cum across--besides the Slime you want to meat. Just hang with me and you’ll be OK.” We made our way to the Men's Room. The lights were out and there was a young guy sucking an older Dude at the urinal. The Sucker looked serene as he worked his lips over the Senior's Dick. I recognized the Suckee as a compatriot of mine—his first outing since a bout with PCP PNEUMONIA. He'd bragged about the Punks he’d POZZED. The Kid looked mesmerized. AIDS DAD beckoned for my Boy to join the fun, but the Kid turned and ran. I followed. "What's wrong?" “I'm tired of suckin'. I wanna fuck.” We walked into the female john and watched two Trolls humpin'. A bunch of dudes lurked in the shadows. I recognized another POZ Bud and some bareback regulars. “More to your liking?” "S’okay," he muttered noncommittally. The guys were ogling him and closing in for the kill. I just stood back and let Nature take its course. The POZ Dude came up behind him, reached around, unzipped his jeans and pulled down his trou. Another shoved Poppers beneath his nose, exhorting him to inhale 'deep and often.' A third knelt to suck his Cock while the POZ Dude (who was old enough to be his fabled Sugar Dad) spat on his fingers and shoved them up his Virgin Ass. I went outside to wait as epithets of Gay concupiscence wafted through the stale night air. AIDS DAD rounded the building fast as his skinny limbs would carry him. He undoubtedly would want a piece of the Boy, too; and he was welcome to him. It was close to 2 AM when the Kid finally stumbled out, and it wasn’t just Booze inhibiting his mobility. He walked kinda funny like he had a Stick up his Ass. I wondered how much Cock the Boy had taken, but decided it was too impolitic to ask. He sat down on the grass complaining how badly his Butt hurt. I nodded sympathetically. He wiped his mouth which gleamed of Spooge. His forehead, cheeks, and chin glimmered ghostly white with Gay POZ Creme. I knew he’d taken Mega Doses and prayed the Bug was careening his hormone-ravaged veins. I helped him up and we headed back to the main thoroughfare—a taxing hike for one who’d been so wantonly abused. Through conversation I tried to distract him from his ills, but his mind was too far gone. I felt a smidgen of guilt until I rationalized that, young as he was, he'd be fit as a fiddle in a day or two and would learn to live with HIV. And with his predilection for rough trade, he’d end up a proliferant Gift Giver. I spotted a cab, and that's how I left him—gingerly parking his torn Butt on the clammy vinyl seat. It was a nice night, and I decided to walk home.