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I met him in an abandoned house in a part of town known for drugs and vagrants. I don't use, but hey, when a faggot slams they let you do what ever you want to them. I'm a sadistic control freak; A pig who gets off on mind fucking and controlling those who have lost control of themselves. I found the post for this anonymous hole on a dark web site specifically catered to pigs like me. The ad had a fairly innocuous title: Slave For Use. I assumed it was the usual unwilling participants that I enjoyed dropping my unmedicated loads in. On second thought, to say they were unwilling would be stretching the truth. Mostly they were guys who got too deep in debt with their dealers and had to pay their way to freedom. Being the nice guy I am, I help pay their way to being debt free and they pay me back by letting me drop my dirty loads in their ass. My usual fee is $500. Seems like a lot, but I get the privacy I want, the setting I need, and whatever supplies I may need to scratch my particular itch that night. It was a special occasion, my birthday, and a celebration of being 10 years poz with no meds. I recently had a doctor friend run lab tests to see what my VL load was. I couldn't believe it when he told me it was two million. Feeling excited and adventurous, I went to my dark web site, found my usual and dropped an extra $500 for something special. The poster was more than happy to oblige and I was hopeful he was able to deliver, he'd never let me down before. After some discussion it was all set. In one day, my birthday present would be ready. An hour before my session was set to begin, I was given an address and told my present was prepared just how I had asked. I remember driving through the neighborhood, a primarily poor section of town. Run down houses, abandoned building, hookers and drug dealers on every corner. Strung out homeless men looking for their next score roaming the streets by the dozens. I found the address I was looking for, parked the car and headed to the door. It was locked. I looked under the rock I had been instructed would have the key under it and there it was, gleaming in the street light. I put the key in the lock and opened the door. The smell of booze, drugs, and cum filled the air. It was heaven. I breathed it in, knowing my request had been performed in full. The house was dimly lit, but as my eyes adjusted, I could see the dirty walls, the dust covering every surface. I looked down and in the dust I saw hundreds of foot and shoe prints making a path to the room where my prize lay. As I walked to the bedroom, I felt my cock bulging against my pants with excitement, my nostrils breathing in the sweet fumes of drugs and sex. As I entered the room, my eyes were drawn to the mattress in the middle of the room, then to the ass sticking up in the air. Bottles of cheap booze littering the bedroom floor, stubbed out cigarettes and joints flung about, and surrounding the mattress of my new fuck sleeve, used needles that were meant for the cunt I paid for. My cock was straining against my jeans, waiting to get out and plant itself in this little neg pussy. There was a light emanating from a computer screen as it replayed the entire drug fueled gangbang, just as I had asked. As I stood on the threshold, I saw the note on the door to my right. The note read: Your money was well spent you sick fuck. After you answered my ad, pimping out this useless neg cumdump (yes he's neg, we did a rapid test), I slammed this whore's ass and cleaned it out thoroughly. Then we brought him to this house, my dealer's house he rents out for just such occasions. I took $300 and spent it on the party supplies you see littering the floor. There's a bottle poppers and a bottle of whiskey just for you as well as a few rigs filled with T to keep the cumdump compliant. Since it's a special occasion and you're a good customer, there's a gallon of chem piss on the table next to the mattress. I had the guys piss in the empty milk just in case this useless piece of trash got thirsty. With the other $200, I traveled the neighborhood and announced to all the homeless guys that there was free drugs and booze if they fucked this guy. I offered the guys a dollar for each load they dropped in him. It was a fucking block party. 36 hours of non-stop fucking and every dollar was handed out. Money well spent sir. The video your requested it playing and there's a copy for you to take home when you're done. Enjoy! I folded up the note and put it in my back pocket. I walked into the room and up to my birthday present. I could hear him moaning, his ass gaping, unable to close as rivers of cum oozed onto the mattress below him. There was a 3 ft puddle underneath him, mission accomplished. I unbuttoned my pants and dropped to my knees. I sunk into the mattress and as I heard the wet squish of cum, which began to bubble up like a towel being rung out. This was everything I ever wanted. The smell of cum filling my nostrils made my dick begin to leak. I took my finger, wiped some precum off it, reached my arm to his mouth and put my finger in it. He moaned like a bitch in heat. Then I put my mouth to his stretched pussy and told him to push. I thought I was gonna drown! What ever was in the mattress was nothing compared to what was in this fucker's cunt. Once my thirst was sufficiently quenched, I told my new bitch to stop, I needed to enjoy what lube was left in his hole. I looked up and for the first time, really noticed the video playing. I thought he was blindfolded, but there he was, a true slut watching as every ugly, strung out homeless man used him like their own personal fleshlight for drugs, alcohol and a few dollars. The blindfold was laying next to him. I asked him, "were you blindfolded during the whole event?" He said "yeah, but while I was waiting for you I had to see who was using me. I'm such a useless piece of trash." I told him: "Yes you are, and tonight you're my useless piece of trash. I was told your dealer made sure you were neg, but seeing how many loads you took,, I'm sure that won't be true much longer. Do you know why tonight is special?" "No," he answered. "It's my birthday tonight, and I'm celebrating 10 years of being poz with no meds. My viral load is two million and I needed a special neg boy to mark as my own." I heard him gasp and with that I flipped him over on his back and looked into his eyes; they were wide, practically black holes from several hours of constantly being slammed, but I could see fear in them. Delicious. You could tell this is not what he imagined his life would be, but he had no choice. He squeaked out "two million?" "Yeah," I said, "you're going to be my prize. A piece of me will live in your forever. There's no way you will stay neg after this, but don't worry I'm about to erase that fear. By the time I'm done, you'll be wanting more." I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took a huge swig and hit the poppers. Then I reached to the floor next to him and grabbed one of the needles. You could see the hunger in his eye. "You want this?" "Yes!" I took the belt still wrapped around this arm and tightened it. There were track marks running up and down it, fresh. They had really sent this fucker spinning. Surprised he could even talk coherently. I put the needle right to his skin, then pulled back. I stuck the needle in my arm and pulled the plunger up, my blood flooding into the chamber. I looked at him and said "insurance," pulled it out and put it in his arm, and pushed down on the plunger. I watched as all those chems filled his veins. I tossed away the needle and shoved my fist up his ass; no resistance. I spent an hour just fisting his cunt and edging my cock, watching the video the whole time. This boy was going to have diseases and I was pushing them further and further up his ass. By hour's end, I was shoulder deep. His hole was just right. I pushed my cock in, his ass so loose it provided no friction. Now I could spend hours fucking this dumb slut with no chance of cumming quick. It was like warm velvet surrounding my cock. I kept telling him my viral load. Kept telling him he was mine. I asked him if converting was what he wanted. He said no. I held up another slam, a rather big one. You could see the look of sheer hunger in his eyes. I said he couldn't have it until he begged me for my poz load. I had to believe it. I had to know he truly wanted me to taint his mind and body for ever. Finally he couldn't take it anymore and screamed "I WANT YOUR FUCKING POZ LOAD! GIVE ME MY HIT AND SHOOT THAT DEMON SEED IN ME!!!" I took that rig, gently put it in his arm, and pushed down on the plunger. I couldn't hold on myself any longer and I blew my load, him begging the whole time. Just to make sure I'd stay in him forever and my special seed didn't fun out, I grabbed his legs, lifted up and shoved my arm deep in his hole. He screamed in pain, but I didn't care. He was here for my pleasure. I dropped his legs and he told me he was thirsty. I took that gallon of chem piss, held his mouth open and poured it down his throat. He choked and passed out, it was too much. Fucking shame, but I got what I wanted. I dressed, took my video of his gangbang. I'd probably need to go to the doctor in a few days, but it was worth it. I wanted to keep up on my new convert, so I took out my phone and emailed the guy who set up my perfect birthday. I told him I wanted to pay off this fucker's debts and make him mine. I left, but as I did, I took him one last look and saw his gaping hole ooze. I felt satisfied this chem slut got what he deserved. By the time I got home, I had received and email with the specified amount to take him off his dealer's hands. I was reasonable so I paid off his drug debt. I made the stipulation though, that he was to be delivered upon a positive rapid test result. Told his dealer to have a little more fun with him in the mean time. Poor bastard had no clue. A month later, I heard a ring on my doorbell. I opened the door to find my little birthday cumdump, his eyes looking down at the ground. His clothes were dirty and he was visibly shaking. I grabbed him, pulled him in the door and slammed him against the wall and kissed him. From out of his pocket, he pulled a rapid test with a positive result. I smiled. I could see he was going through withdrawals. I asked him if he remembered me? He said he did, how could he forget the night we was converted. I got close to his ear and told him I paid for him a month ago, he was free, but I still let his dealer have his way with him. His eyes widened. "Yeah you fucker, I paid for you, but only wanted you when I had confirmation you were poz. I called my doctor friend and he's going to come over and test us to make sure I'm your father. In the mean time, let's take care of those shakes and relive that night." With that I pulled out a rig, stuck it in his arm, threw him to the ground, ripped off his pants and stuck my dick in dry. He screamed and I said "tell me fucker, who is your poz daddy you chem slut?" He remembered what to do and he said "You are daddy! It fucking hurts!" "You're God damn right you little bastard," as I blew my dirty load up his ass, "you're God damn right..."

PART 9 I don’t think even one minute passed before the door began to open. I barely had my shorts up and started to panic to make sure I was covered at the same time I looked at the door. What i saw a guy maybe 40ish around 6 feet. He was a little bolder and didnt wait for me to nod back. He just slid through the crack and shut the door and locked it. In the glow of the gay porn on the screen, I was able to see him better. Yeah a little taller than me, so at least six feet and thin. He had on sweat pants and sandals and a T-shirt. There was already a sizable bulge in those sweats. He approached me and his hand went into my still unbuttoned shorts, but he bypassed my cock. Instead, his hand dipped down and I felt a finger slide into my ass crack and run across my hole. His hand slid out of my pants just as quickly and he motioned me up. As soon as I stood, he slipped my shorts down and began to turn me around away from him. And I just let it happen, half out of surprise and half because i was still horny and this guy was pretty hot. I slipped a leg out of my shorts and spread wider, as I braved myself with my hands. I could hear him tugging his sweats down and heard him spit, managing to look back in time to see him using it as lube to stroke with. Again he spat into his hand and rubbed it on his cock. And his cock was... it was huge. Like at least 8.5 inches and thick with a nice big cut head. It was magnificent. It was obvious that like the first guy, he wasn’t going to use a condom. His cock slick with spit I felt him use one hand to grab an ass cheek to spread me open a little, as he used his other to guide his cock to my already fucked and cummed in hole. I felt him push against my barely puckered hole and it gave easily. It hadn’t even had time to close up from the last cock and with the cum coating my hole, he was able to work his giant cock into me. I don’t know if it would have worked otherwise. Later as time went on, I would take bigger cocks but this guy was hung and as an 18 year old almost virgin still, this thing was just massive. And I was taking it. I was almost naked bent over in a bookstore booth, gay porn blaring away, while a guy I hadn’t exchanged a single word with was almost 8 inches into me and continuing to fuck deeper and deeper. And with the first guys cum and my hole already relaxed from getting fucked a few minutes before, I was taking it and loving every second. There was no pain or discomfort. He was working my hole harder and harder and we were not being quiet. Besides him basically knocking my breath out every time he rammed home, I couldn’t keep myself balanced and my hands kept knocking against the thin plywood wall I was supporting myself against. And he was grunting and breathing fast. And then finally to make It competely obvious, he was finally balls deep and now every time he drove into me there was that slap as his pelvis met my ass cheeks. And I was so lost in the fuck and his cock sliding into my prostate that I didn’t care. I didn’t care that It was sleazy and dirty. The smell of sex and cum made me feel drunk. And I didn’t need to know who was fucking me. All that mattered was that he was hot and had a fucking amazing cock and he was in me raw. And I had already kind of figured it out, all these guys here are looking for cock. I gave in and enjoyed every second and didn’t care that everyone there would know I was getting fucked right there in the booth. Eyes closed and head down I took it until I felt his hands grip tighter and felt his pounding increase even more til finally he rammed deep and erupted. Spurt after spurt of cum coated my guts as I pushed back to make sure I was getting it all. He grinded into me as he stayed deep while his cock pulsed and throbbed inside me, as he obviously was trying to put every drop into me. Spent and satisfied that he had put all his cum inside me, he slowly pulled out. Without a word he pulled up his sweat pants and straightened his shirt up. Looking down, he adjusted his still softening rod and covered it with his shirt. I meanwhile was wobbly legged and was trying get my one leg through my shorts so I could pull them back up. Mr Sweatpants paused by the door to give me a second to get the shorts up and then just as quietly as he had slid in, he popped back out after cracking open the door and then shut it behind him. I noticed it wAs darker and realized I had let the video machine run out of credits. I don’t think even twenty minutes had elapsed and I had gotten fucked twice. And had no idea who they were or if i could even recognize them if I saw them. And I hadn’t asked either one if they were clean. I mean who knows, Tim looks healthy and he has it. But then the thought that hit almost right away was did it matter? Would I have stopped those guys if they were did have HIV? If I saw Mr Sweatpants giant cock and knew he was HIV positive, could I or would I want to say no to it? I knew why I didn’t ask. It didn’t matter. I was taking them raw no matter what the risk. It just felt too good. As all this wet through my head in about 30 seconds, I stood to walk out, figuring enough was enough for tonight and I had not been very discreet and didn’t want trouble. As my hand touched the doorknob, it twisted in my hand and the door opened up a crack as another stranger met my stare. Maybe I wasn’t leaving quite as soon as I thought as we gave each other a quick look over. A mutual nod and I was backing toward the bench of the booth as a new stranger entered the small cubicle with me and shut and locked the door.

Part 9 Now that the time was here, I hesitated slightly, and Chris, surprisingly, gently said, "It is time. You know you want it and need it, but I won't force you. Just look me in the eyes and tell me, yes or no. If no, I will give you one minute to get your things and leave, but there will never be another chance with me. If, yes, then I am going to fuck you and pummel your ass hard with my big cock, till your ass bleeds and then I will dump my AIDS cum deep in you and infect you forever. Then, when my friends get here, I will fuck you again and each of them is going to fuck you, too, and we will cuff you to the bed and fill you the rest of the day and all night long before we free you and let you go. You will be ours forever then and there will be little doubt that you will get HIV and I hope it becomes AIDS, and you spread my virus to others." I turned towards him and looked deep into his beautiful gray eyes. I could see the hurt, the pain, the anguish and the need and lust there. I was drawn in. I already knew my answer and had known since we first met. I could not stop now, the need was too great, I could stop the sun coming easier I think. I nodded to him and whispered, "I want your AIDS. I need your AIDS. Fuck me and infect me and tear my ass up good. Make sure I leave fully converted. I want to spread it." As I finished talking, Chris leaned into me and actually very gently kissed me, driving his tongue into my mouth. I was almost startled by the softness of his kiss. I just felt myself floating away and wanting not only his AIDS but for him to make love to me. Chris was going surprisingly slow and easy and we kissed and made out for a good 15 minutes. He was then lowering down onto the bed. As we laid down he was tweaking my nipples and then his hand went lower and soon had ahold of my steel hard cock. I was writhing with the need already, my cock leaking precum like a faucet. He stroked my cock slowly and gently and then kneaded my balls. In just a few minutes I was almost ready to burst and cum an then his hand pulled one of my legs up and over him and his hand went down and his fingers caressed the crack of my ass. My cock was throbbing and bouncing on my stomach. Then ever so slow I felt a pressure as one of his fingers started to probe my hole. It entered a little at a time until I could tell he was to the second knuckly and then he twirled it around and around opening me up. Very quickly then I felt another finger enter and around it went and then another, until he had 4 fingers in me an making ever wider circles. I was becoming frantic with the need to be fucked soon. He was hitting my prostate and the tingle from that was crazy. Then he pulled his fingers back, no, he dragged his fingers back and I felt his fingernails as they tore at my lining of my ass. My eyes snapped wide open and a scream of pain started to come out, but he smothered it with his mouth. He drove his fingers into e and drug them out roughly and I could feel my insides being ripped up. He leaned back and was learing at me and said, "You didn't think it was all going to be pleasure for you, did you? I have to make sure there is a really good path for my AIDS cum to get into you all the way." Tears streamed down my cheeks as I hurt so bad I had to cry. Then without any more preamble or lube, he climbed on me, lifted my legs high over his shoulders and rammed his huge cock deep into my ass in one thrust. It hurt so bad I could not even scream, only lay there is shock as he bottomed out in my hole and I felt his balls slap my ass cheeks. Chris leaned back and grinned at me as he started to slow stroke his cock in and out of me. He said, "wow, I didn't realize your hole would be this tight. It feels amazing but I won't last long this first time, but it will loosen up by the time we are through." He then started going faster and faster and harder and harder. The pain disappeared and I found myself almost hysterical with pleasure. I was going to get what I had come for, what I had craved, what I needed now more than life itself. I was moaning and chanting, more, more, harder, harder, give me your AIDS CUM! "Hurry, give it to me, " I was yelling. He was pile driving my ass now. Every stroke massive and wonderful. I had to have it soon. He then leaned down and kissed me one more time. Then leaning into it, he yelled, "Here it comes! I am giving you my AIDS CUM deep in your hole!" He rammed his cock deep one more time and I could feel it pulse as he emptied his balls into my hole and into my soul. My own cock erupted just a split second after his and I drove my ass at him as hard as I could. I was getting AIDS and was reborn.

Part 4 -- Ben gets pozzed Parker left my birthday celebration last weekend with some older muscle guy, and didn't come back to the apartment that night. The next day, he said he had the fuck of his life, but wouldn't elaborate. I was definitely jealous. A little about me: I'm what you'd call a twink -- blonde hair, about 5'8", 140 lbs, with a big 9" cock. But I'm a total bottom. I've let so many college guys fuck me the past few years, I can take almost any cock. But always safe, condoms only. Parker was acting really strange for the next few days following my birthday. I wondered if it had something to do with the muscle guy.... what was his name? Jared? Josh? John.. that's it, John. I'd never been attracted to muscle daddies, but maybe I was missing out on something. John did look pretty hot -- and Parker said his cock was big. I wonder if he's on any of the dating apps. I logged onto Grindr, started scrolling through, and sure enough -- I think I found him. A few miles away, there was 40-something muscle torso top profile, with the name J. Me: Hey, what's up? J: Horny, you? Me: Same J: Pics? I sent him pics of my ass, my face, my cock. J: nice. You've got a huge cock, but I'm only interested in your ass. You free? Me: yea. pics? A few pics later and I confirmed it was John. Muscle torso, big cock, and then there was one picture -- his cock, bare, fucking some twink. Me: hot pics -- but I only play safe. J: you don't like cum in your ass? Me: never had it. J: I only fuck bare, sorry man. Hmm. What do I say next? I was really horny. Did Parker let this guy fuck him bare? Did he cum inside him. Me: what's your status? J: Positive. J: But I'll pull out if you want. What the fuck, I thought. Parker let a guy with HIV fuck him? At this point, I was really curious. The guy was hot, Parker clearly loved the sex, and he said he'd pull out. With my hole twitching, I responded: Me: Can I come over? ----- 30 minutes later John answered the door, wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. I've always been attracted to leaner guys, and the young college guys, but one look at his giant pecs and my cock was hard. John picked me up, kissed me, and carried me to his bedroom. He spent the next 20 minutes exploring my mouth, my ass, and licking my entire body. He took all 9 inches of my cock in his mouth, this man knew what he was doing. "Fuck man, you know how to suck a cock," I said. "Call me daddy," John said. "Ok, daddy." "You want daddy to fuck your boy hole?" John asked. "yes daddy." I said. "You want daddy's poz cock in your ass?" John asked. What the fuck, I thought -- but that thought was fleeting. At this point, I was so turned on, I needed his cock. "Yes daddy," I said. "You're not going to make daddy wear a rubber, are you?" John said. "No. I want daddy's cock bare." Here I was, a 20-year-old college boy who'd only ever been fucked safe, with my legs up around the shoulders of this muscle daddy who was about to slide his big poz cock in my ass, and I wanted it. "But you'll pull out, right?" I said. "Yes boy, if you ask," John said. He spent 30 minutes fucking me gently on my back, whispering sweet things in my ear. Telling me I'm beautiful, and how tight my ass felt around his poz cock. He then fucked my on my stomach and jack-hammered away. He brought me to my knees and fucked me harder. My ass felt loose, sloppy, and I was in heaven. He flipped me over and really picked up the pace, I was so close to shooting my load, but I didn't really want him to cum in me... or did I? "I'm getting close boy." John said. "Last chance." "Don't pull out yet, I need to cum." I said. "I'm either pulling out right now and we're done, or I'm going to breed you, boy." John said. "Fine, cum inside me, just don't stop." I said "Tell me you want it," John said. "I want your cum inside me." I said. "Tell me you want my poz cum inside your faggot boy pussy." John said "I want your poz cum inside my faggot boy pussy." I said. At this point, I was desperate, I was so close, I was so lost in the moment. "Tell me you want me to wreck your fucking boy cunt and poz your ass." John said. "Poz my ass. Wreck my boy cunt." I screamed. Then I shot my load everywhere. As I realized what was happening, I started to panic. "No wait, pull out, pull out, don't cum inside me." "Too late, I've already cum inside you twice, and you're about to get a third poz load up your ass." John tensed up, and this time, I felt like cock erupt inside me. He abruptly pulled out, and walked into the shower. What the hell had just happened? I lay in his bed, crying, full of regret, but also still hard while I felt his cum dripping out of my ass. A few minutes later, he came back into the bedroom. "What are you still doing here? Get the fuck out, slut." John said. I started to cry, I had just let this man put his poz cum in my ass, and he was kicking me out. "Oh what, you thought just because I came inside you, you could spend the night? Once I poz a guy, I don't fuck him again. We're done." Visibly sobbing at this point, I started to pick up my clothes and get dressed. I was shaking, I was scared, I felt vulnerably, weak and dumb. "Awe, it's okay baby. I don't fuck poz guys, but many men will. You'll still find some guys desperate enough to use your boy hole." John said. "Ok fine, you can stay the night, but only if I get to fuck you again, right now, and you tell me what you want." John said. "After tonight though, I won't ever touch you again." I didn't know what else to do at this point, so I turned to him, wrapped my hands around him, and said "I want your poz cock." He threw me on the bed, slid his cock in me, and started slowly fucking me again. "Wait," I said. "Did you poz Parker?" "No. I like him, in fact, I might fall in love with him. You're just some dumb college slut I wanted turn into a poz pussy boy." I shot my load everywhere. Again. Fuck.

After a long drive, Brett and I arrived to the house. It looked like a run down house in the middle of nowhere. I got out of the car and walked towards the house; following Brett. As I got closer, I heard some music and a few people in the house. As I stepped on the chipped paint steps, I looked back and around to notice that we were surrounded by trees as far as I could see. Brett called me to come in, and so I listened and stepped inside the battered screen door. When Brett and I arrived, I was greeted by Xander and another man. The mane said "The name's Roger, but my friends and everyone here calls me Stinger." I thought that was a strange nickname, but I didn't think too much of it. I replied "Hi. Nice to meet you" nervously. 'Stinger' saw my nervousness and assured me to relax and that everyone is friendly here. Stinger said "Relax kid, and try to make friends. Hell walk around and introduce yourself. I'll join you in a moment." As I peer across and into the living room, I saw a large crowd of people in the house. There must have been at least 15 people in the living room, varying from ages and race. At this point, Xander and Brett had told me that they had some party preparation to do in the basement. As I walked around, I saw that everyone was looking at me for a brief moment and continuing on to their previous conversations with others. When I reached the kitchen I saw a few older men who were muscular, and certainly much more masculine than me. I felt feminine just being in the same room as them. I saw most of the men in the kitchen did not have a shirt. I also noticed two other men who looked very sick, so sick that I could see their rib cages pressing their skin. Nonetheless, I smiled and walked to the next section of the house. While I was exploring around the house, I saw Phillip and Brett get into an argument. I kept walking, minding my business. I wanted to make new friends and didn't want to get involved between them. In the back area of the house, I saw a few men smoking cigars, and I couldn't help but to over hear something about "initiating a boy to our brotherhood." I didn't really understand or care, so I went back to the main area of the house and towards the dining room. I sat down and I saw Phillip across the other chair in the room. He got up and brought his chair next to mine. He sat down and asked "So are you comfortable?, I see that you wore a comfortable attire." I replied "Yes, is it okay?" Phillip responded "Yeah, thats fine." After a moment, Phillip got up to grab a drink, and he returned with his drink and a bottle of water for me. "Hey so I heard what happened between you and Brett..." Phillip asked. I responded, "Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. He just.. just showed... me and I didn't know what to... so I jus-". Phillip cut me off and said "No worries, it happens. How about we go upstairs and talk about it, it's a bit too loud down here." Phillip and I walked upstairs, and for some strange reason, I hoped that he would continue what Brett had started. Phillip opened the bedroom door and gestured me in. I entered the room and sat on the bed. Phillip sat down next to me and asked me "So do you feel comfortable with what Brett and you done?" I said "Yes. At first I was hesitant, but I kind of want to do more." At that point, Phillip smiled and kissed my lips. It was gentle at first, but a few minutes later, he started to be rougher. He started to push me down on the bed and stick his tongue deep down my throat. I felt pressure on my hip as Phillip reached down to grab my dripping cock. Phillip then ripped my barely fitting shorts. I was worried, but Phillip reassured me "No worries, I'm sure you won't be needing those after this weekend." I was confused at what he meant just now but he pressed me down and continued to shove his tongue down my throat. I was turned on. All I could think about was Brett's cum and how Phillips cum would taste on my tongue. I wondered if his cum would be thick like Bretts or different. Suddenly, Phillip stopped and grabbed my head. He started to force his cock down my throat. I was happy. Phillip couldn't see it, but I smiling while opening my mouth to suck his cock. I noticed that Phillip's cock was uncircumcised. Additionally, Phillip's cock looked much different from Bretts. It had a darker skin, and was thicker, but shorter. However, as Phillip was pounding my mouth, I felt his large balls slap my chin and drag back up as he would move back and forth. Gradually, Phillip stopped moving. He then pulled his cock out of the suction from my mouth and asked me if I was ready. I knew what he meant. I didn't have to know what he was going to do. I know that he was going to give me his cock. I wanted his cock. I wanted him to stretch my virgin boipussy for the first time. I wanted him to fuck me and make me his. I wanted him to cum deep in my ass. I instinctively replied, "Stretch me and fuck me till I can't sit." He flipped me on my stomach, moved my hips upwards, and placed his cock on my hole. Before I could take a breath, he shoved his cock in my ass. It felt like lightning. A sharp pain. "How do you feel?" Phillip asked. I told him that it hurts. He said "it will feel better once I go deeper." The pain continued as he shoved his cock deeper. And then all of a sudden I felt a stronger and more intense feeling of him entering into my ass. Phillip said "Damn boy, you have a short distance to your second hole." I couldn't think. Phillip continued to enter into me back and forth. Phillip held me down and grabbed my neck. I felt a strange feeling building up in my cock. I felt as if something was travelling out. With a few more minutes of grunting, Phillip yelled "I'm cumming, I'm giving you a piece of me. Let it stay in you!" At the same time, I felt the pressure move from my cock and something was coming out, I was cumming as well. As Phillip was huffing, I noticed a biohazard symbol on his left rib. I couldn't see it before when he was grabbing me down and pounding me. I asked him what that symbol was, and that I had noticed it on Brett, but that it was slightly different. Phillip replied " Oh this? This is a symbol of brotherhood, everyone here has one. Some others might have more designs or additions to it, but we all share this here. All 35 of us here share a commonality. By tonight we will invite you into our brotherhood. So just rest for now." I was happy to make friends and be a part of a brotherhood. I smiled ask Phillip's cock was still keeping my ass stretched. Phillip pulled out, and I felt a huge glop of warm cum drip down my balls. He scooped it up and rubbed it around my stretched gaping hole. I felt happy and relaxed. I couldn't move too much as I was in a daze. I then heard steps coming from the stairs. For some reason I felt drowsier than ever. I started to lose consciousness back and forth. I saw Stinger at the door and he asked "Has it been 20 minutes since the boy drank the water bottle?" Phillip replied "Yeah, I also got his hole prepped, I didn't use lube so it would help for our main event down stairs. At this point my eyes closed and I fell asleep.... More to come, been busy but will have more updates this weekend!

Yeah, I’m a bug chaser. It didn’t take me long into my bareback bottomhood to realize that the thrill of sex increased exponentially if there was a danger element involved. So I started doing it with married men. In public places. With the partners of friends of mine. And eventually with Poz men. I must admit that the whole Poz thing really turned me on. At first I was kind of freaked out about how I got off on the idea of playing roulette with my health, but once you experience that thrill of living on the edge and letting a Poz guy stay in you when he cums... well. It’s all over from there. But this was the mid 90’s and dating/hookup apps didn’t really exist yet. And Poz guys weren’t really to be found on AOL and gay.com. At least not where I lived in middle America. What we did have in my community, though, was a small AIDS hospice. Okay, okay. I know how this sounds. Pretty sick, right? A young guy trolling an AIDS hospice for Poz cock? Preying on gay men in the last stages of life?? But that’s exactly what I did. And very successfully too, I might add. I was in my mid-20’s back then. I was decently attractive with a sort of “golly gee” innocent charm about me (that totally hid my pervy side). And I had a good ass. Total bubble butt. I mean, from the age of twelve I knew I was built to be a bottom. Anyway, I applied to be a volunteer at the hospice. I said I would love to come read to the guys or talk or just keep them company. I could come by in the evenings and on weekends when I wasn’t working. AIDS still had a strong stigma back then, so having a young gay such as myself willing to volunteer was a bit of a novelty. I was snapped up quickly. Now, don’t go thinking that I immediately started going down on and raping all the men in hospice— because I didn’t. I actually did read to them and chat and keep them company, as I had volunteered to do. But I was also developing relationships and sussing out which men might be up for some unprotected sex with an eager, 20-something bottom slut. Eventually I found Ken. Ken was in the later stages of his illness. He was still handsome, in a way, but pretty gaunt. Blonde. Sharp Blue eyes. Mustachioed. He was one that I read to on a consistent basis. But we also talked and developed a decent friendship. Once we were fairly comfortable with each other, I asked him about his past. Like, did he have a partner ever? Did he used to have lots of sex? Did he know how he became infected? Did he used to go to bath houses or anything? He smiled slyly at me and opened up about being quite promiscuous in his day. “How promiscuous?” I prompted. Which is when he started regaling me with tales of sex parties, orgies, back rooms of dance clubs, bookstores, and yes— bath houses. He’d done them all. “And I really liked it,” he said wistfully. “I just really liked sex.” In subsequent visits I prodded him for more and more details, always saying things like “Life is so different now— this doesn’t happen. Back then it was so much more... exciting.” To which he’d agree. He didn’t know how he’d become infected, but it was several years ago now- probably in the later 80’s. He laughed and confided, “Yeah, I was stupid back then. I figured since I was a top, I was immune. That only bottoms got infected. Whoops.” Hearing this I asked if he only ever topped. He shrugged. “I tried bottoming a couple times— didn’t really enjoy it. Besides, once guys saw my dick I sort of automatically became the top.” “That big, huh? You poor thing! You must have been very popular!” I laughed. “How else do you think I wound up in this bed?” He chuckled. From there, I started steering our conversations into more sexual waters. Like did he miss sex? When was the last time he had some ass, etc. He looked at me wistfully and said he hadn’t had any since a year before hospice and that he did miss it. “With all the ass I’ve had, you think I’d be satiated, but I’m not. You always want more,” He said quietly. “Yeah, I know.” I told him. “I’m such a slut for big cock, I can never get enough of it.” Then I winked at him. He actually blushed. That was as far as I pushed it for awhile, letting the seed I’d planted in his mind to germinate a little. Plus, I needed to be sure about what I was going to do and then prepare my next steps. After a couple more “innocent” visits to Ken, I was ready to take it to the next level. This time, for my reading material, I brought some gay erotica. I started reading it aloud, as I would have our other book. After it became apparent what I was reading, he stopped me. “This is a bit of a departure from our usual,” He said hesitantly. “Yeah, I know. But I wanted to mix it up. And given some of our conversations I thought you might like this change of pace.” And I kept reading. As I read, I looked over occasionally and could see him fidgeting a bit and shifting around. I also saw him casually put his hands in his lap to mask his growing erection. I smiled at this and kept on reading. It was a particularly vivid account of a young bottom going to the baths and getting bred by stud after stud- cum leaking out of his chute. After the account of the fourth load from a particularly randy well-hung black stud I put down the magazine and said, “Hmm. You don’t have to be shy. Let that boner be free, it’s ok. We’re both gay, and I got one too.” The chair I was reading in faced him so I shifted my legs so he could see my crotch. I saw him eye my bulge hungrily although he did blush again. But he also moved his hands for me. Holy fucking tent. “Damn Ken, you DO Have a big one, don’t you?” I said breathlessly. I could see the sheet moving slightly as his pulse made his dick jump. “Can I... can I see it? Just a peek. Please??” He looked toward the door and hesitated, and I looked him squarely in the eye and said please again. Slowly he lifted the edge of the sheet and freed his impressive cock. “Ohhh. My.” I exhaled. His Dick was beautiful. It had to be 9 inches at least. It was one of those cocks where the head wasn’t huge and flared— just behind the rim of the head his shaft grew in girth until it reached its widest point about 1/3 of the way down the shaft. Then it tapered slightly to the base. It also arced proudly out from his groin, like the weight of the end of it pulled it slightly downward. And below it all were a nice pair of low hangers, just resting on the mattress. “Damn, you are blessed aren’t you?” I whispered in awe. “Sometimes I think it was a curse,” he said. “Like, if I had an average dick maybe I wouldn’t be sick right now.” “Maybe,” I said matter of factly. “But do you really think having a smaller cock would have changed your sex drive though? I mean, I know big dick guys who have no libido at all, and small dick guys who jack off 10 times a day. All I know is that you seem to have been sexually insatiable and probably would have found a way to have tons of sex, with or without that monster.” This talk was making him lose his hard on, so I quickly said, “Hey. How about you tell ME an erotic story. Like from your bathhouse days. Don’t be a lazy bitch and entertain ME for a change.” I smiled. “Surely you must have a hot tale of a favorite fuck to share.” He smiled back slowly and said, “Oh yeah. I have a few good ones. How about I tell you about the young marine?” “Sounds good to me! Let’s hear it,” i urged. “So this was at the bath house, oh many years ago now. I was there one night and in the sling room was this young, muscle-stud. He had a ‘friend’ who was guarding the entry and whoring him out. Several guys were peering in and and watching the action so I asked the ‘friend’ what what was going on. Turns out this little muscle stud was a Marine, had just turned 21 and wanted his own 21 gun salute. The friend was helping to line up good Dick and to make sure things didn’t get out of control. So far the kid was up to 11 loads and #12 sounded like he was getting close. So I asked if I could take a turn and flashed my dick at the friend. The friend smiled and said “you’re up next”.” “Oh damn, man,” I said. “This is my total fantasy! Sorry for doing this but....” I then unfastened my pants and pulled out my throbbing cock. Ken watched me do it and made no protestations. After watching me slow stroke a few times he went back to his story. “So I hear #12 finish up— loudly. And as soon as he left the room, I walked in. The kid was fucking hot. Exactly what you’d think of when you think US Marine. Tan. Well muscled. Lanky. Buzz cut dark hair. Even the dog tags laying between his pecs. His legs were slightly furry as was his ass. The kid looked up at me and his eyes were totally blown- probably on something. Or it could have been that sex haze. Anyway, I walked up to his face so he could get a look at my cock and his eyes got real big! And then his mouth opened... So I fucked his mouth to get myself good and hard. He was choking and gagging on my cock, but also just moaning like a bitch in heat. It didn’t take me long before I was raging hard. Like I am now.” I looked back at his cock and he was back at full mast and throbbing. I scored my chair right up next to his bed so he was within reach. I think Ken knew what I was thinking, but he didn’t stop me. “Go on...” I urged. “So, I pull out of his mouth and moved to position. I look down and can see a trickle of cum leaking out his ass, as well as a good puddle on the floor. I can’t believe I’m saying this but— I bent down and scooped up some floor spunk and slathered it on my Dick. Then I pushed into him. This boy was so used and so full of cum, I really didn’t need the extra lube, but the idea was hot to me. I pushed in pretty easily to a point, then met with resistance as I got to his second ring. So I took my time and slow-stroked him with just enough Dick so I was teasing his second ring. It felt so... WHOA!” It was at this point in his story when I reached over and grabbed his cock. It startled him. “Whaaa what are you doing?” He asked in a shaky voice. “I’m helping you out, man. You need this. And I want to do this. I wanna make you cum as you finish this story.” His breath was shaky and shallow, but I kept my hand on that impressive cock and jacked it slowly. His eyes half closed and he swallowed thickly. And I knew I had him. “So, you were fucking him slowly, right up to that second ring....” I promoted. His eyes close... “Yeah. Um. So I start to tease deeper. I slow push into him and get my head up in his second ring and you would think the marine is storming Iwo Jima from the noises he starts making. I pull out and slow push in again. And again. And again. Eventually this marine is grunting and Ooo Rah’ing and taking it like a goddamn champ. So I really start giving it to him. Hard. The sling chains are singing and my groin is totally covered in cum spatter as all the other loads are being fucked out of him and deeper into him. He’s going cum crazy and bucking into me to take all I can give. I look back at the door and like 5 guys are watching us fuck. I know I can’t hold out much longer and thankfully I don’t have to. Suddenly the kid cries out and I see cum shooting from his Dick all over his chest and belly. I can feel his ass spasming around my cock and that’s about all she wrote. I ram it it hard, as deep as I can, and I flood his fucking slut marine guts. He’s whimpering and moaning and I and I am so turned on that I keep cumming and cumming and... AGGGH.” Ken’s cum shoots in a perfect arc from his Dick and spatters the sheets. The next spurts drip down my hand and onto his balls. When his orgasm subsided, I got up, put my hard cock away, and got him a wash cloth. I then cleaned up the mess. “Looks like someone had been saving up quite a load,” I said with a grin. Ken couldn’t meet my eyes. I think he felt embarrassed or something. I covered him with a sheet and patted his leg. “Dude, that was incredibly hot and I regret nothing. In fact, I hope we can do this again.” Ken didn’t say anything, but.. was that a tiny nod? After that, I would pepper in my visits with some erotic reading, and it would end with Ken telling me of one of his escapades while I jacked him. It was definitely hot- but time to take it to the next level. About a month after our first JO encounter, I started a more frank discussion with him involving his status. “So, did you still have as much sex after you became positive or did it kind of stop after that.” He grew quiet and didn’t answer for a time. “It stopped… for awhile.” he sighed. “But sex is hard to give up. Did you switch to condoms then?” I inquired. “Mostly…?” he whispered. “Bareback sex is even harder to give up, isn’t it? It’s ok, trust me I get it. You can tell me. I’m not here to judge you- we’re friends.” This seemed to open Ken up a bit. “When I was diagnosed, I sort of… shut down. I withdrew and basically stopped all sex cold turkey. I wasn’t partnered at the time, so I didn’t have to worry about that pressure. Heck, I didn’t even jack off. I just sort of became a sexual zombie. Eventually I was finding myself checking out guys again. Getting horny. Getting those ‘inconvenient boners’ during the day. I started jacking again. And then I got the urge to fuck again. I tried some hookups where I used condoms, but … they didn’t work out so well. I just couldn’t stay hard being all gloved up, and I would end up disappointing the bottom. So I kind of gave up the idea of sex again. Until…” he trailed off. “You fucked a guy bareback and gave him your poz load.” I said. Ken looked up at me with a startled look on his face. “Yeah. I mean no. I mean, I didn’t really mean to, but… it just sort of happened.” “It’s okay Ken. We’re sexual beings and you must have been insanely horny. So, this was your first time fucking bare as an HIV positive man— and I gather that you liked it. Tell me about it?” It looked like he was struggling with something internally. His face contorted a bit and he wouldn’t look at me. So I grabbed his hand and held it for awhile and we sat in silence for a few minutes. “I’m worried what you’ll think of me, but…. “ “I was so damn horny. It had been almost a year since my diagnosis and no real sex. I was going out of my mind. One afternoon I found myself on autopilot and sort of ‘came to’ when I was standing outside my favorite old adult bookstore. I went in and paid my 5 bucks and headed to the back. It wasn’t very crowded and honestly I didn’t even know what I was doing there. I didn’t know what I wanted but I knew I needed to get off. Maybe jack off watching others? Maybe a BJ? I didn’t know. I wandered around for a few and noticed that the glory hole booths were busy. There were these two particular booths that had a decent sized glory hole. I noticed a few lurkers hanging in this area, so I figured some guy was giving BJ’s. So I leaned up against the wall to watch. It wasn’t long before one door opened and this hispanic construction worker came out and was fastening up his pants. He headed for the exit and one of the other lurkers took his place in the empty booth. It wasn’t long before we could hear some groans and movement noises coming from these booths. And the booths, being flimsy plywood, were kind of shaking a bit. So it became apparent that more than just a BJ going on. I look over and the other guy has his fly open and is jacking a pretty decent piece of uncut meat…. “ By now Ken was hard, the retelling had him excited. So I reached over pulled back the sheet and took him in hand, as usual. He flinched a little, but let it happen. He still wouldn’t look at me though, his head was facing the other way out the window as he remembered. “So the guy in booth 1 cums loudly and the booth rocking stops. About a minute later, he comes out with a big smile on his face and heads for the exit. Now there are just two of us ‘lurkers’, and we look at each other. The other guy is older, kind of hard to tell his age really. Maybe 60? Looks a bit… sick… you know? Probably similar to how I look now And I knew. I KNEW he was poz. And yet there he was, jacking his cock at the book store…. He raised his eyebrows at me as if asking if I was heading in or not? I shook my head, and he walked into the empty booth. He didn’t close the door. So I found myself slowly walking up and watching. The old guy fed his dick through the hole and started moaning as I heard the wet sounds of a hungry mouth going to town on his cock. ‘Fuck yeah, suck it faggot,’ he whispers harshly. In my head I know this guy is poz and he’s just letting this guy suck him. In my head I’m really conflicted, but I can’t look away. And I’m… really turned on. Soon the wet sucking noises stop and I hear that unmistakable click noise of lube bottle being opened. I know what’s going to happen and again I’m watching it all go down and not saying anything. The old guy moans and I know the guy on the other side of the wall just sheathed that uncut cock in his ass. The booth starts moving slowly and I can hear the wet sound of ass fucking. My cock is so hard at this point it’s like it wants to tear a hole in my pants to get out.” In my hand, Ken’s cock is mirroring his cock in the story. He’s wickedly hard as he’s retelling this and I just keep jacking him. I stop just long enough to spit on my hand and go back. Ken makes a small noise in his throat, then goes back to his story. “The old guy starts really fucking into this dude’s ass through the glory hole. I’m basically in the booth with him at this point, my face close to the glory hole so I can see his cock going in and out of this ass. I can tell he’s getting close by his wheezing, when suddenly he stiffens up and grunts a few times and I know. I know his load, his… sickness… is shooting into the ass on the other side of the wall. I feel like I should say something. I feel like I should have stopped it before it got this far. But I didn’t. I just watched it all happen while my cock betrayed me in my pants. And I kept watching as the old guy slowly pulled out of the ass with a wet plop. Yup. Definitely no condom on that. He zips up and pats my shoulder. ‘It’s worth it,’ he says. And he exits the booth, leaving me alone in there. I see a finger extend into the glory hole from the other side. The international symbol for ‘stick your dick through, i’m waiting’. At this point I’m basically beyond the point of no return, so I close the booth door and open my pants. I hear the appreciative “DAMN” from the other side of the wall an I know he’s eyeballing my cock through the hole. He sticks his finger through again and motions to me. And before I know it, i’m feeding my dick through the hole. It was all I could do not to cum when I felt his mouth around my dick. It had been so damn long! I let him suck me for awhile, then I felt him pull off. Felt him apply the lube to my dick. I knew this was my chance to pull back… to stop. But I … I didn’t. And then I felt him slowly push his ass back onto my dick. The warm, wet heat enveloped me and I almost cried it felt so good! But I also was so conflicted— I was in this ass raw. And even though I’m pretty sure the previous guy just left a toxic load in there, that wasn’t me. Or was it? All I know is that fucking ass without a condom felt so damn good. I’m so turned on that I know I won’t last much longer. This guy is slamming his ass back onto my dick and fucking himself with it and I’m just standing there pressed against the booth wall letting him. I felt the orgasm building in my balls. I knew I was close. I knew I could pull out and spray all over the booth floor. I knew all this… and I let him keep fucking onto me. I needed the release. I needed to fuck. And then… it happened. I was cumming in him. I was in a post orgasmic haze— barely remember pulling out and zipping up. After a minute or two I stumbled out of the booth just as the other guy was coming out of his. We looked at each other. The guy was in his mid 40’s. Handsome. Dressed in suit pants, white shirt, and a tie. And had a wedding ring on. He saw me see it, and he just shrugged and smiled. ‘Thanks for that!’ he says. After that monster, I’m done.’ And he turned and was out the exit.” Ken paused here in his story and I still jacked his cock. I don’t know what prompted me to push, but I did. “That must have been a shock. Seeing that you just put your dirty load into a guy with a wife and kids, huh? Especially for your first time raw fucking as a poz man. I bet you felt sick about it… and turned on, too.” Ken finally looked at me. “Yeah. At first I was angry. I was all “You stupid fucker! You know you shouldn’t fuck without a condom! You have a wife!” “But it was hot because he WAS married and he WAS careless. Which made it all the hotter. Plus he’d taken god knows how many other loads that day. At least 3. Breeding married men is aways the holy grail… right?” I said all while jacking Ken’s cock more quickly. Ken’s eyes were boring into me. “Fuck yes. Stupid married men, thinking with their dicks … and asses. It’s almost like they’re asking for it. Asking to be caught.” “Asking to be infected,” I whispered. “Getting what they deserve,” he says. “Which is what made it easier the next time, and the next time, and the next time…giving all those stupid fuckers your toxic seed. How many did you fuck and fill, Ken?” That’s when I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking him while I still jacked. “Oh jesus,” Ken moaned quietly and I felt his hand come to the back of my head. I finally had his monster cock in my mouth and I lovingly sucked it and worked the head with my tongue. “Shit, I’m gonna…” Ken managed and he struggled to pull away. But I just gripped his cock and kept my mouth planted right where it was. Spurt after spurt of bitter, salty cum filled my mouth, but I swallowed it greedily. I kept him in my mouth until his cock started to soften- the last dribbles of semen pearling onto my tongue. Ken’s hand was still resting on the back of my head. When I finally released him from my mouth, he said “You shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m really sick, man.” He looked away from me sheepishly. “Ken, you know that the risk of transmission orally is very small. Also, I’ve been wanting to do that for months.” I tell him. He looked at me, with a bit of sadness in his eyes. “I’m going to let you in on a secret,” I tell him as we look at each other. “I’m not a nice boy who volunteers at an AIDS hospice and secretly pines for a boyfriend and two dogs and a house in the burbs. No. I’m a naughty boy. Sometimes I have anonymous sex. I don’t always fuck with a condom. I let guys cum inside me. Sometimes even if I don’t know their status. And sometimes…” I see something flicker across his gaze. “Even when I DO know their status.” “I love taking those loads best of all.” And I winked at him. A couple weeks later, I was back at Ken’s bedside for our reading time. But tonight was going to be different. Tonight was the night. I was going to get his cock and load inside me— unless he had a sudden attack of conscience and wouldn’t let me. I had come prepared. I had cleaned out thoroughly, prelubed my hole, and had lube and poppers in my backpack. I was also wearing a pair of gym shorts that I had cut strategically in the back for access. I pulled out the erotic fiction from his nightstand and read a good story to get Ken in the mood. It worked like always and soon he was tenting up that bedsheet. I put down the magazine. “So, tonight I thought maybe we’d do something different,” say. I see him look at me quizzically. “I thought perhaps I’d tell you one of my stories instead? Something… naughty.” Ken licked his lips and nodded approval. “So, there’s this guy I was hot for. Older than me, but handsome. Blonde— like you. Blue eyes, too. We chatted for a long time before I finally got up the courage to make a move on him.” I reached over and grabbed his throbbing cock. “We did some minor stuff— just hand jobs and blow jobs mostly. Turns out the guy is fucking hung like a racehorse! Fucking jackpot! I seriously can’t get enough of his big dick,” I said while jacking him. Ken’s eyes look black as his pupils are complete dilated as he watches me. “I mean, I love sucking that big fucker,” I said as I bent down to suck on Ken’s cock for awhile. “But I need more, you know? I’m a slutty bottom that craves big cock. And if this awesome guy won’t give me his, then I’ll just go to a bookstore and take some random strangers through a glory hole— you know?” Ken’s breath is coming faster now as I continue to suck him a bit. “So one night, I make my move and try to get this guy to FINALLY put it in me already! Only that’s when he springs it on me. He’s HIV positive. He doesn’t like fucking with condoms and he doesn’t want to risk infecting me, so he doesn’t want to fuck me.” I look at Ken as I pause in my story. “So I started sucking his cock and I tell him that I don’t care. That I want him to fuck me bare. That I want to— no, NEED to feel him cum inside me. I tell him I’ve let other men fuck me bare and some of them have probably been poz too. Heck, I might even be infected now and I may not know it. I’m so slutty and careless it’s almost like I DESERVE to get it, you know? Just another stupid bottom thinking with his hole. And whether he fucks me or not, nothing is gonna change this.” I feel Ken’s cock twitch and jump in my hand as I say all this. I then casually reach into my back pack and get out the lube and poppers. Ken’s breath hitches in his chest. I open the lube and start slathering his massive member. Ken’s eyes don’t leave mine. “So, this guy finally relents. I lube him up, open my shorts, lube my hole a bit, then get on top of him,” i say as I climbing onto his bed and mimicking all the actions coming out of my mouth, “and take a massive hit of poppers because I know I’m gonna need them.” I hit the poppers hard. “And then I slowly— finally— lowered myself onto him,” I whispered. It was like being torn open. Even with the poppers, Ken’s cock was huge. Easily the biggest I’d ever taken in my life to that point. It was the thick part just past the head that was the trick. I had to pull off, relube him, hit more poppers and slowly inch my way through that thick part as my hole burned in protest. Then there was a ‘pop’ as that thick spot suddenly breached my hole, and it got easier. I slid all the way down. Ken hissed as I hilted myself onto his dick. His hands found my hips. “The guy’s cock was massive, but I’d wanted it for so long inside me that I took it like a champ. And then I started riding him slowly. I wanted him to feel every inch of my insides and know that I wanted him there.” I rode Ken slowly up and down, getting myself used to his dick. Occasionally I stopped for poppers. “This guy had told me stories about his past… how much ass he’d fucked. I just hope mine would live up to the others. And, truth be told, I loved the fact that his dick had been in so many guys and it was finally my turn.” “I know this guy said he was conflicted about fucking me, but his raging hardon said otherwise. He loved it. And I know that in his secret heart of hearts, that he loved breeding guys with his poz seed. He loved fucking bare and dumping his toxic DNA into as many asses as would take it. Breeding all these guys who would never ask for a condom. Never ask about status. Just take whatever load in their cumhungry cunts. I know he didn’t like to admit it to himself and he probably felt ashamed for doing it. And even more ashamed for being so goddamn turned on by the idea that he’s infected dozens, if not hundreds of guys by now.” “Yeaaaaaah,” Ken moaned quietly as I continued to ride him. “I told this guy that it was ok. I understood. We all had that biological urge to procreate, and this was our way. Making sure a little bit of us lived on in others. And I told him I was a willing vessel. In fact, I wanted him to cum in me. I wanted it to be HIS cum that infected me. I didn’t want to be like he was and not know where the virus came from. I wanted the moment to be memorable. I wanted to KNOW. And I wanted him to know that he was the one.” I was riding the full length of Ken at this point. I had opened up to where his cock was plunging into my second ring on each thrust and I was leaking precum into my gym shorts with every bounce on his cock. Ken was helping guide me as he grabbed my hips. “Do it Ken. Cum in me! Fill me! I want you to be the one! Please??? Be the one who knocks me up!” Ken’s eyes flicked open and he grabbed my hips hard as he thrust up into me. His cock was buried well up into my second ring when I felt the pulses. The throbs. The wet heat. Ken’s AIDS cum was shooting so deep into me that I knew it would take. And I filled my gym shorts with my own seed as I spontaneously came from the knowledge that I was taking a living part of Ken and continuing the line. Ken shuddered and we stayed welded together until his cock had softened enough to easily come out of my ass. As I pulled off of him I bent down and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Thank you,” I whispered. I got off the bed, grabbed a wash cloth and started to clean him off. There was a little blood on the rag after I washed off his dick. He saw it and his eyes got big and I could see him wondering if he had hurt me. “Dude, you have a massive cock- the biggest that’s ever been in me. I was expecting this. Maybe next time I’ll be a bit more loosened up.” And I smiled at him as I went to the wash room to clean myself up. Ken and I fucked a few more times, but it wasn’t long before his health took a turn and before I knew it, he was gone. At least I got to be by his side when he left this world; for that I’m grateful. And yes, I did get sick after our fuck sessions. Sure enough, I had caught the ‘fuck flu’. Testing confirmed it. Given the timing, I knew it was Ken’s doing. And I was grateful for that ,too. I kept volunteering at the hospice after that. I mean, it wasn’t like Ken was the only guy I spent time with during my visits, but Ken was the only one I had cultivated a fuck relationship with. Until Mark. One evening I was visiting Mark and as I was preparing to read to him he stopped me. “Um, I was wondering if you could maybe read this tonight instead,” he asked. He pulled out the magazine of erotic fiction that I had given Ken for our sessions, and he handed it to me. I smiled. “Uh, Ken said that you would read to him out of this and it was very, um… stimulating. I was hoping that maybe we could do the same?” Yes Mark. I was positive that we could do the same.

Yesterday I woke up with a raging desire to get fucked. Well, fucked and bred. And then have the cum fucked even deeper inside me. So I did what any cock and cum hungry bottom slut would do; I sent a few messages to some well-hung tops who've fucked me before, hoping one (or more) of them would be interested... Well, there's a couple that has fucked me a few times over the years, and they're both absolutely adequately hung - and cum in bucket loads! So when they said I could come over in the evening I knew I was in for a good time. They're quite bossy and dominant; they just do what they want, and fortunately that's exactly what I want! During the day we messaged a bit back and forth, and they decided they'd do the foreplay by themselves so I'd only be required when they were fired up and ready to fuck an arse - so I were to show up and be prepared for hard fucking from the start! They wanted my hole soft, open, wet and ready. They know from previous meetings that I happen to have enough toys to be able to open up my hole on my own, and they ordered me to show up with my largest butt plug in place so the whole wouldn't have a chance to close up before I got to their house. It's 6cm (just under 2½") in diameter at its widest point, so I have to be pretty damned open to get it up on my own! Still... I might be a greedy bottom, but I'm also a lazy one. And opening up your own hole can be hard work, right? So... One of my regular fuck-buddies has a solid, thick 8-incher that can certainly do the trick, so I asked him if he wanted to help me out. He didn't have time immediately before my evening visit to the couple, so I went over to my fuckbuddy in the afternoon, hole cleaned up and shaved, but still quite tight. And he knows what he's doing... Within 15 minutes he had me gaping for him, shoved my big butt plug inside me to check for size - and then pulled it out and shot his load into my gaping hole before replacing the plug. Damn, that was good! But that was the warm-up for the main event. When I got home I kept the plug in place for the next couple of hours, pulling it almost-out a few times, just to keep my hole stretched and ready - but not wanting to waste the load that was inside me! Then about an hour before I had to leave I pulled it out and started cleaning myself. I would have preferred to leave the load in place, but they wanted my hole completely clean so I complied. When I was satisfied my hole was as perfect as it could be I injected a generous amount of lube into my hole and replaced the plug - it slid right in with little resistance, which boded well for the evening... I arrived and let myself into their house, dropped all my clothes in the hall and went to their bedroom where they were ready for me, both lying on their back on the bed with hard cocks. They told me to pull out the plug and choose which one of them to sit on - and to sit down ALL the way. No slowly inching myself down; just a quick, rough sit-down to the base - and no whining! Oh, fuck... I really do love sitting down on a hard, fat cock! When I was all the way down the other guy moved behind me - and I know what that means... I'm blond, but not stupid... And I LOVE what that means! Yeah, they wanted to double-fuck me from the beginning... And they did. Oh boy, did they double-fuck me! The guy behind me was pounding me hard from the beginning, and then the guy under me began thrusting up into me in a counter-rhythm so I just felt all this movement in my guts, pounding at my inside and making me moan with pleasure! They fucked me deep, hard and wide, changing their positions every now and then but constantly and relentlessly pounding my guts. I was in heaven! And then came the first load, but he didn't pull out but stayed inside me while his boyfriend kept on fucking until he also dumped his load in me. And so, like a good slutty marital aid I got off the bed, replaced the butt plug so I wouldn't leave, and left.

I like to go clubbing and dance and listen to the throbbing music. I went out to an 18 and over straight club one night. I was 29 so I was putting away a few beers and had to take a piss pretty bad. I found the bathroom but it only had two urinals next to each other with no partition and I stepped up to the "short" urinal as it had some protection from viewers washing their hands. This short incredibly cute latino boy came up beside me and started to piss. I tried to make sure I didn't look in his direction because I didn't want him thinking I was trying to check him out. I felt like he was looking in my direction, then I heard him say,"no wonder you picked the short urinal, you didn't want your dick getting wet." I wasn't sure what to make of that, and kinda laughed and said,"yea, I don't want this big cock to be dipping into the urinal cakes." He smiled and while we washed our hands he got my name and added me on Facebook. When the club was closing down I checked my facebook and of course, he had already sent me a message. It was a non-chalant,"cool meeting you man, what you doing tonight?" I told him I was headed home, and he immediately responded and asked if he could hitch a ride to his mom's house which wasn't far from the club. We worked it out and he met me in the parking lot, got in and off we went. When we got to his mom's house he looked over and said,"I didn't actually need a ride, I ditched my friends so that you could take me home." I asked,"and why did you do that? you trying to get a look at my cock again?" hahaha He said,"yes, can you come inside?" On the way in, he said, that he hadn't ever tried anything with a guy before and that since no one was going to be home tonight he was wondering if I would show him some stuff. I was so hard my cock was about to rip through my jeans at the possibility of seeing this tennis player's ass naked. We got to his room and he apologized for it looking so "teenagey," As if I cared two shits. I grabbed him and started kissing him. He melted into my arms and let me dominate his mouth. He was moaning softly as I slipped off his shirt and quickly yanked down his pants and underwear. He was maybe 5 inches but hard as steel. I pushed him back onto his bed and pulled his pants and underwear off his ankles along with his socks. I got down on my knees and enveloped his cock with my mouth. He wrapped both arms around my head as I sucked him like the pro that I am. He was breathing harder and harder, I could tell he was about to bust so I slowed down and started licking his shaft, then his balls and started kissing his inner thighs and would lick his skin hard with my unusually long tongue. I was purposely licking and getting closer to his cherry hole with my tongue. I was afraid it would stink since he was new to all this, but he smelled like fresh clean sweat. No musky or unpleasantness at all. Which was all I needed to dive my tongue into his hole. I ate his ass and told him to jerk off while I tongue fucked him. He was experiencing things he'd never had before and his body was convulsing from all these new pleasures. I pushed him up on his bed and spit on my dick, lined it up right on his hole and started pushing. He said he didn't say he wanted to do "that." But I kept rubbing and pushing my fat cockhead on his hole and I asked him if he wanted me to stop, I wasn't inside him. He told me to keep going as he continued to jerk. I went down on his hole again and got it wetter with my mouth, this time pushing spit into him with my thumb. I did this for awhile and he was enjoying it completely. I came up a bit and sucked his cock some more while I slipped a finger into his tight wet hole. I took my mouth off his cock and found his prostate with my finger and started to rub it. When I pushed on his prostate his cock jumped and precum poured out. He looked down real quick and said with a shocked face,"what the fuck was that? Did I cum?" I told him I hit his prostate and not to worry, it's just precum. He laid back and let me suck him more while I worked another finger inside him. I took it easy on his dick with my mouth because he could've exploded at any moment. I got back up and started kissing and licking his neck and I grabbed ahold of my cock and started fucking his now slightly looser outer ring. I told him to breath, and to push out a little so it'd feel better. When his hole gave way enough I plunged my cockhead and an inch or two inside him. He yelled and moaned loud and his body froze. He told me to take it out it hurt too much, but I just said,"if I move right now, it's going to hurt like a motherfucker, get used to it first then I'll pull it out." He agreed as we stayed in that position without moving. I started stroking his cock and it didn't take long for him to get rock hard again. As I started stroking him faster I began rocking into him. My cock was barely moving in and out his tight hole. He was getting extremely excited and wrapped his legs around me. I kept jerking him and leaned in to kiss him hard, he was maniacal with lust now and he pulled me into him. I was halfway inside his hole and he let out a big sigh. "AHHHHHH! Keep going," he said,"put all that dick inside my ass." He didn't have to tell me twice. I pushed all the way inside him as he twisted and turned his body under me. I held him there for a minute then started to actually fuck his virgin hole. I was long dicking him now and he couldn't stop moving, he was grabbing at me, the sheets, his cock, everything. I could tell he was getting really close to cumming, his cock could cut glass at this point and was steadily leaking. I kept fucking his hole faster and faster with just spit for lube in his cherry hole, the friction was too good, I was about to cum too. I warned him,"I'm getting close. I'm about to cum." He was breathing so hard and about to cum so much so that he barely registered what I said and told me not to cum in him. I slowed my fucking way down to a near stop and said,"you don't want my cum inside your ass? You don't want me to shoot my load in you on your first time?" He was too close to blowing his load and the fact that I stopped fucking him halted his impending explosion. He said,"Keep FUCKING ME!" I said,"you want my cum? You want it?" He was jerking so fast now and grabbed me, pulled me deep inside him and said,"I don't care! Just fuck me like you were!" I obliged and started pounding his hole again when his whole body tensed up and he started shooting all over himself, stomach, neck and even into his open mouth, that's all it took for me as I began to shoot huge amounts of cum deep in his hole. We laid like that for ten minutes or so trying to calm down. I slowly pulled out and I got dressed. He just put some basketball shorts on and walked me to the door. He said "I can feel your cum leaking down my leg. I'm not out, I think I'm bi. I don't know if I want you to fuck me again, but maybe we could mess around sometimes." I fucked and bred his ass for the rest of his senior year and for three years in college.

Oh the little slut should just keep his pants off for the night and take all the cum

So is that what "heavy equipment" means?

Blackie led Alex through the kitchen and dining room, past the family room and opened the french doors to the master bedroom. It was basically a study in red, walls and ceiling painted a bright shade of crimson, plush carpeting, a deep red, dark wooden furniture and the matching bed had a blood red leather upholstered headboard with scarlet linens. "As you can see, red is my favorite color! This is where we'll be spending most of our time! I hope you like it!" "As impressive as the room is, I'm more excited to be here with you!" Alex said, squeezing Blackie's shoulder. "I've always thought that red was the color of passion and a passionate pig presses all of my buttons!" "You pressed my buttons the second I spotted you on that park bench!" Blackie said, reaching up to stroke Alex's face. "The sooner we get hosed out, the sooner we can press each other's buttons! Onto the shower!" Like the rest of the penthouse, the bathroom was elegant and tastefully decorated. Blackie opened the door to a huge walk in shower, tiled in black marble with chrome fixtures. Multiple body sprays and a rain head shower, and the requisite shower shot. Adjusting a few dials, Blackie turned on the water. "Let's do each other!" He suggested. "I can't wait to feel your sexy, furry ass!" Putting his hands on the wall, Alex felt the nozzle enter his hole as Blackie caressed, squeezed and kneaded his furry butt cheeks. "Mmmm! That's good!" He moaned as the warm water flowed into him. "I'm full! Your turn!" He said as Blackie removed the hose and handed it to him. Blackie shook his ass, inviting Alex to take his turn. Inserting the nozzle into Blackie's ass, he reached under to fondle Blackie's pierced balls. "Now, we get in bed and make out until we're ready to empty!" Blackie announced, removing the nozzle and turning the water off. Opening the shower door, he took 2 towels from the shelf, handing one to Alex as they dried themselves. "Get in bed and make yourself comfortable! I'm gonna light some scented candles to mask the shit smell and I'll join you shortly!"

I love feeling a leaking precum all over my hole and rubbing it in until the head of his cock slides in. Also the feeling of a cock shooting inside of me drives me wild.

Definitely unplanned. The whole encounter wasn’t planned at all, at least on my part. I was drinking with a guy in my dorm my freshman year of college. The more we drank, the more he would find reasons for touching me. Being the naive 18 year old I was back then, I didn’t know any better and after I was nice and drunk, he began to grope me and tell me how hard I made him. He started to kiss me, almost forcefully before he pulled out a massive 10 inch dick. I struggled to take all of him in my mouth so he pushed me down on his bed and started working fingers into my hole. I was so drunk that I didn’t really know what to think or do and ended up going with it. It wasn’t until he was trying to get his cock inside of me that I realized what was happening and that he wasn’t even wearing a condom. I only used condoms back then and started to panic a bit. It took forever for me to open up enough and I remember feeling like he was spending hours pounding me and splitting me open. When he finally came, I remember how amazing it felt, having him shoot his load inside of me and how he would keep fucking me after he came too. It made me love raw cock and for the next two years we kept this up, always raw and always hot.

Last night I was on Grindr and I found this nice older guy who was about 45 or so he said he wanted to play safe so I said ok. Well I get over to his house and smoke a J with him and he starts sucking on my cock and sucking both of my balls into his mouth. We eventually end up in a 69 and he starts to eat my ass whitch caused me to sit on his face meanwhile I grab some lube and start working some into his hole. I start with one finger then two then three and I start massaging his prostate whitch drives him crazy. He starts cumming all over his belly. I then put on the condom and slide in his hole. I begin to fuck him and I’m not feeling a damn thing so I flip him over and put him on all 4s and break the condom as I’m sliding into his wet slick tight hole and really begin to fuck him. He notices this and asked if I took it off and I tell him no. He asks for me to put another one on and I tell him I am clean and I couldn’t feel anything so he tells me that he doesn’t want me to cum in him so I tell him ok. So we get back to fucking and I’m really giving it too him. I fuck him on his back his side against the wall. Ive been fucking him for almost and hour so I bend him over the arm of a couch and I slide back into his fuckhole and start fucking him hard fast and deep I ask him where he wants me to cum. He reaches back with both hands and grabs my balls with one and my ass with the other and pulls me into him and tells me to plant my seed deep in his ass. So being the nice guy I am I fuck him for a couple more minutes and I grab onto his hips and slam my cock deep into his pussy and unload a 6 day load into his asshole. After I cum he drops to his knees and meticulously cleans my cock with his mouth and thanks me for the fuck. I get dressed and leave. He messages me later and thanks me for the fuck.

"Nah, I ain't ticklish there, just a bit ripe!" Blackie said, grabbing Alex's ears and guiding it to his left pit. In his element, Alex inhaled deeply, savoring Blackie's masculine, musky stink before licking it thoroughly. "Mmmm, that's hot!" Blackie moaned, moving Alex's mouth to his other pit for more of the same treatment. Sated for the time being, Alex leaned back on the sofa and licked his lips. "Damn, you got a stink that I could get hooked on!" He said, practically cooing. "When you approached me in the park, you registered highly piggy on my gaydar and it's rarely wrong!" Placing a hand on Alex's knee, Blackie confessed, "Your gaydar is spot on! Aside from females, minors, scat and extreme pain, I'm into pretty much everything, especially when I party! Speaking of which, I think we should both hose out before I break out my stash! If you're like me and suffer from T dick, here's something to prevent that!" He said, reaching into a box on the table and taking out 2 blue pills. Alex took the pill from Blackie's outstretched hand. "That should do the trick!" He said, washing it down with the last of his beer, while Blackie did the same. "As far as hosing out, might I suggest that we only use the shower for that? Soap is the last thing I wanna taste when I lick a man and I plan on tasting every inch of you!" "You're my kinda pig!" Blackie said. "I only use soap and deodorant when I'm socializing and my stink would be offensive! Let's hit the hose! One of the selling points of this place is having 2 separate bathrooms in the master suite, so we'll each have our own toilet!" He rose from the sofa and helped Alex up, leading the way. The sight of Blackie's ass made Alex's mouth water. "Fuck, you have a beautiful ass! It's so round and firm! Would you think it's a racist remark for me to say that black men have the sweetest asses for eating?" Shaking his butt flirtatiously, Blackie replied, "It's not a racist remark, it just shows you're a man of good taste! You know the old saying, 'the darker the berry, the sweeter the taste'! Being full blooded African, you won't find a darker berry around here!

Part 8 I was so ready, wanted, no, craved Chris's AIDS. My eyes never leaving his door as I approached it. My feet, for some reason seeming to hardly move, like walking through deep sand. I was almost in another world, my mind focused on just one thing and one thing only, CHRIS'S COCK AND HIS AIDS CUM. My breathing was uneven as I neared his door. I was almost gasping from the effort to get there. My mind, still screaming at me to run away, but I was not heeding it. I wanted that diseased cock in me, destroying my hole and filling me with his death seed, his highly toxic AIDS cum. Infusing my whole body with it and making me a killing machine, too. I could even picture my sweet wonderful bf, taking my cock and cum deep in his torn up hole. He would not even know what I was doing till long after it was done, after I had filled him over and over with Chris's AIDS in me entering him. I finally made it to the door. It seemed like the walk from my car had taken an hour. I think I was still putting it off, even knowing I was not going to stop until my ass was full of hot toxic cum. As I reached out to ring the bell, the door swung open and the punk I has seen entering as I arrived was coming out. He smirked at me and then said, "You must be the entertainment Chris has been talking about all night long?" He looked me up and down, leering and licking his lips. He said, "Go on in. Chris is almost in a frenzy worried that you might chicken out. I have to go run an errand, but I'll be back in a little while to fuck that sweet ass, too. I love infecting cute little twinks like you and making them into AIDS whores." He headed down the street, then, and I stepped into the apartment. I turned and closed the door on more than the outside, closed my past safe life and was now entering into what I knew would be my complete and utter degradation and new life of AIDS. As I turned from the door into the room I was immediately was grabbed in a bear hug by Chris. He was naked and I could see almost every bone in him standing out from his gauntness as he stepped back to look me up and down. He nodded and said, "I worried but not much, as I knew you could not resist my AIDS cock and cum. I knew it was in your head and calling you here from the first time we met." I could not even speak as I knew my voice would squeak. He then told me, "Get those clothes off and let's get to it. You know you don't want to wait. You hear my AIDS cum calling in your head to come and get it." I stripped-off my clothes right there. As I did so Chris commented "I see you didn't even bring any of that damn paperwork in with you. We can take care of that later. I want your cute ass right now, before anyone else gets here and, yes, I asked my four buddies to come over. We're all going to fill you full to overflowing with our nice beautiful AIDS cum. When you leave today, you will be infected, just like you want and crave." My cock was almost ready to burst as he talked. By the time all my clothes were off and in a pile on the floor, my cock was stiffer than I think it had ever been. Chris grabbed me in another bear hug. For a guy who looked so thin and wasted I was surprised at his strength. He practically dragged me to his bedroom, even though he didn't have to as I would have run there or even crawled to get there. His fantastic looking cock was all I could look at and I could hear it calling for my ass in my head. I wanted his cock. My ass was made for his cock. My ass wanted to be full of Chris' toxic AIDS cum. I felt like screaming in excitment, however, within seconds Chris and I were laying next to each other in bed. It was time for my undoing, forever. It was tIme for me to become a total AIDS breeding zone.

Part 2 After that night of the homecoming, Mark and I had become really good buds. I'd see him often at his brother Ray's house, which I regularly visited. Mark and I would sneak off here and there and have some fun giving each other bro-jobs. He started dating this really cute girl, who was a few inches shorter than he was and had a massive rack on her. Her tits were firm and perky, and he'd tell me how they fucked all the time and all the details. It turned me on every time he'd talk about it, and he knew it. He loved getting me hard without touching me, particularly when other people were around. He'd laugh to himself every time he knew he got me to bone up. One night, Mark, Ray, Ray's girlfriend, and I were all at Ray's house drinking and having a good time on that same sectional where Mark and I first experienced each other's mouths. Mark's girlfriend was out of town so we were getting a little drunk, and Ray pulled out a joint. I can't smoke the stuff, but I don't mind if other people enjoy it. I kept drinking, while everyone else got high. They didn't over-do it or anything, they all shared half a joint, and had a light buzz going on. Mark and I could tell Ray's girlfriend was enjoying the high as she began to get more frisky with Ray in front of us. She would playfully rub her tits against Ray and say she wanted him to cum on them. She grabbed Ray's cock through his shorts and he was blatantly erect. Mark and I just looked at each other and laughed. Finally Ray couldn't handle it any more and yelled at his girlfriend,"Alright! If you're so horny, we're going upstairs and I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you." She simply got up, took her shirt off and threw it at Ray and walked up the steps. Ray looked at Mark and I with big eyes and said,"well, I guess I'll see you boys in the morning then." We all laughed as he followed her up to the bedroom. Mark and I were watching tv and having some beers when we heard Ray's girlfriend moaning. Mark laughed and said,"you know who moans like that?" Of course I knew he was talking about his girlfriend, I had heard enough stories by now and I knew what he was he trying to do to me. He was trying to get me hard, so I said,"yeah I know who moans like that, you do, when I stick this fat cock up your ass." His smile faded and I thought to myself I'd crossed a line, but he took a big swig of his beer and said in a very shaky voice,"we can find out." Now MY smile was erased, and yup, you guessed it, I got hard as steel in seconds. He looked down at my crotch and laughed,"I knew that would do it." I quickly quipped,"Don't tease me, unless you're gonna please me." He got up from the couch, walked over to where I was seated, leaned down and whispered in my ear,"I know where Ray's roomie keeps his condoms and lube, you're gonna fuck me tonight." I didn't know if he was just high and trying to one-up me or what, so I played right along, and pulled my face back from his ear, grabbed his face with my hands and pushed my tongue into his mouth. If he was trying to shock me, I wasn't going to be outdone. He didn't resist, in fact, he sat down on my legs and started kissing me back. His mouth tasted like beer and weed, but gosh damn, I loved it. He was wearing basketball shorts and I could easily see he was hard as we made out for the first time. I began to run my hands up the back of his shirt against his skin, pulling him closer to me. I slide one hand down and grabbed his bubble butt, it was so muscular and firm, that I moaned into his mouth, he reached back, grabbed my hand and put it down the back of his shorts. While we kissed and tongued each other I slide my hand down his smooth crack and found his hole. I began to massage it firmly with two fingers. He was smooth, but also slightly...wet? I broke our kiss off and said,"you're wet, you've had something in your ass today when you jerked off just like you used to." Mark replied,"remember the pic I sent you homecoming night of the little red bull can in my hole?" Hell yes I remembered that picture. I jerked off to it all the time. "Well tonight, I used the bigger can, so I could be ready for you," Mark said while he looked directly in my eyes. Okay. So Mark wasn't playing any games with me. He legit wanted me to fuck him tonight. And I was 1000% into it! "Go get those condoms and lube now," I told him. He got up and went to the bedroom. He came out of the bedroom and was looking around like he'd lost something, then went to the kitchen and came back with olive oil and a condom, I looked at the olive oil and he just shrugged and said,"can't find the lube, we gotta make this work. Get naked and lay back, I'm gonna sit on it so you don't tear me a new one." I shucked my clothes and laid back just like he asked as he pulled off his clothes, took the condom out and started rolling it onto my erection. I have a pretty thick cock, so the condom wasn't going down very well. Mark put some oil on my dick and the condom started to slide down it now. It was so tight it almost hurt, but I didn't care, I desperately wanted inside Mark's ass. I guess I always have wanted to be in his ass to be honest. He got on top of me, I started rubbing his legs on both sides of me as he oiled up my condom covered cock and began to sit on it. I knew he already had a big can up his ass earlier today, but fuck was he tight! He would sit down on it just a little bit then come off of it, then back down again, until a few inches were going in and out of his hole. Everything was going pretty well, he came off my cock again, and added more olive oil. This time when he sat down on my cock he put about half of me inside his hole then we seemed to have hit a barrier. My dick was stuck halfway up his tight hole. I could tell he knew we had a problem too. I didn't want this to ruin the moment so I pulled his face toward mine and started to kiss him again. I told him how tight and good he felt, and how I've been wanting this for a long time. He began to relax and get into making out, he adjusted his position so he could kiss my neck, and that's when it happened, his hole gave in, and in one moment I was balls deep inside him. He grunted hard and gave a deep moan against my neck and said,"Fuuuuuuuuucckkkk dude." We stayed like that for a bit, he was breathing into my neck and my cock was literally throbbing inside of him. He started to rock up and down on me now, fucking himself on my cock. He leaned up and sat all the way down on my cock again, this time when he bottomed out I guess my cock head found his prostate because precum poured out of his foreskin. Mark moaned again and the look of pleasure (and maybe some pain) was all over his face. He started riding me faster and breathing hard when all of a sudden I felt it...the condom snapped. I wasn't surprised that it happened because I'm very thick and it was extremely tight on me and Mark used oil as lube which I knew from sex ed degrades latex. What DID surprise me was the fact that Mark felt the condom break too and we froze, locking eyes. "You're all the way in me...bareback now. You're like REALLY inside me." Mark stated I didn't know what to say, I just shook my head "yes" with this dumbfounded look on my face and my mouth hanging open. Mark breathed out,"god it feels so fuckin good, you're huge and you're entirely inside me...raw." He started to ride me again, so I just went with it. I was grabbing his legs and rubbing his body all over, I'd pull him down and into a kiss every half a minute. His cock was still drooling precum when he sat on me fully. We were both getting into this, a lot, when he reached back and grabbed the base of my dick and started to slowly come up off of it. When my head pulled out of his hole it even made a "pop." He pulled what remained of the condom off my cock and said,"follow me." I didn't hesitate, I immediately got up and followed him into the kitchen where he tossed the condom pieces into the trash then bent over the kitchen table. I came up behind him and looked down at his big muscular ass, saw his tight wet hole and pushed the whole thing up his ass. He let out a big breath,"yesss, fuck my hole." "You want this dick, Mark?" I retorted as I began pounding his ass. My thighs were slapping against his firm ass cheeks as I plowed into him faster and faster. I couldn't handle seeing my cock pistoning in and out of his hole much longer. It felt incredible and I was getting close. I struggled to get the words out,"I'm gonna fucking blow man." Mark was jerking his cock feverishly under the table and moaned out,"fucking don't pull out, just let me finish, cum in me if you have to, but don't stop fucking me!" That was it. That did it. I started blowing a huge load up his ass, and did just as he said, I. KEPT. FUCKING. HIM. As I shot my load up his ass and kept fucking him as fast as I could his whole body tensed up and he was breathing out,"oh god I can feel your cum. fuck. oh shit. oh god. ohhhhhhhhhh!" as he blew his load onto the kitchen floor. I was still fucking him, and to my surprise when I heard him say those words and he started blowing his own load, I began blowing ANOTHER load up his ass,"Mark, I, I, I'm cumming again, oh fuck dude, I'm cumming in you again, ahhhhhhhhhhh." We were both covered in sweat and coming off our orgasm high. We were trying to catch our breath as I slowly pulled out of his ass. He stood up and we just looked at each other like, well, like we just had the best fuck of our lives. Oddly enough, that's when we heard what could only be Ray's girlfriend, having a very loud orgasm upstairs. That snapped us out of our blissful fuck haze and we realized that we were naked in the kitchen, with our clothes in the living room, our bodies covered in sweat with his cum on the floor and my cum leaking down his leg. Mark and I gave each other "oh shit" looks of panic and started cleaning up our mess. We went into the living room and grabbed our clothes, I said,"go to the bathroom and try to push out my cum and get dressed, I'll put something on tv." Mark had just walked out of the bathroom before we heard Ray coming down the stairs. Mark sat down on the sectional on the other side across from me and Ray just laughed and said,"damn, I fucked her so good it smells like sex down here too." Mark and I laughed too. Ray grabbed us all beers and sat in between us on the sectional and started watching the football game. Mark had pulled up his legs onto the couch while he drank his beer, I looked over at him, and he winked at me, slide his hand down to his shorts and pulled them up enough for me to see his wet hole with my cum still around it. He just did it for a second, but it got me hard anyway, and he just chuckled into his beer can as I grabbed a pillow to cover up my boner.

Part 76 - By The Old Oak Tree The next few days kept Joe busy. He wondered if Ric ever went through with meeting the client, but he didn’t even know when this week it was supposed to be. After class Thursday, Joe went home and cleaned up and grabbed a bag of things that he had prepared. He checked his phone to make sure there weren’t any last minute issues and saw a message from Ric - “Hey, met client last nite. was really wild. thx” Joe quickly replied “Cool. hope u had fun. u want to do more?” He and Steven drove over and picked up Jaime and then Dakota. Joe then drove over to Luis’s apartment who followed him as he drove out to the farm. Instead of the farm’s driveway, Joe drove a little further to a dirt road that he followed back to a clearing near the creek. They parked the cars and the guys followed him on foot to the tree. It looked just like Joe had remembered it, except that Blaine had staked out a blanket on the ground and had a cooler full of beer and water off to the side. Hanging from one of the strong branches over the blanket was a block and tackle with a rope dangling down and the other side tied off on a stake in the ground. Joe laughed as he dropped his bag to the ground. “Guess we won’t need most of the stuff I brought” Joe said to himself. The guys pulled off their t-shirts and a couple took off their shorts and were standing in just their jockstraps or were naked. Joe grabbed a beer and was taking his second sip when Blaine and Carter came up on dirt bikes wearing just shoes and shorts. Blaine and his brother got off the bikes and walked over to the blanket. “You're not riding safe" Joe told them, chuckling, and then added "Ready for round three?” “Fuck yeah!” Carter yelled out and everyone laughed. Joe reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of leather cuffs and Carter held out his hands and Joe locked them on. He fed the rope through the D ring on each cuff and then knotted the rope on itself. He pulled Carter’s shorts down and Carter stepped out of them. “On your knees” barked Joe and Carter obeyed. Dakota walked up and pulled his cock out of the jockstrap and fed it to the younger brother. The rest of the guys lined up while Joe led Blaine over to the side of the blanket and pushed him down to his knees. Joe unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to the ground. Stepping out of the shorts, he got another pair of cuffs and then cuffed Blaine’s hands behind his back. Luis walked over to the stake and pulled on the rope and Carter pulled off Dakota’s cock and stood up. Luis continued to pull the rope up until Carter was standing with his arms above his head but not stretched out completely. Carter arched his back, pushing his ass out and Dakota spit on his fingers and pushed them into Carter’s waiting hole. He twisted them around, stretching the tight pucker open and generating a loud moan from Carter. Dakota pulled his fingers out and quickly replaced them with his hard cock. All ten inches of Dakota’s thin, cut cock drilled into Carter in one hard stroke. “FUCK!” screamed out Carter but there were only a few people that could hear him and none were going to stop the source of his pain. Dakota held Carter closely, feeling his body spasm and writhe from the invasion of his cock. As soon as Carter settled down, Dakota reached down and grabbed Carter’s cock and whispered into his ear “We’re gonna make sure that cock of yours always shoots a load that has a bug in it.” Dakota could feel Carter’s cock harden as he talked to him. “Please poz me up” begged Carter as he pushed his ass back. Dakota took the cue and pulled back and slammed his cock all the way in again. Carter let out a grunt and Dakota rammed in again. Carter’s hole was throbbing and the pain had ripped through his body, but he needed this to make sure that his body was filled with the bug. His hole was still sore and swollen from when Blaine fucked him the night before and now it was being wrecked even more. Blaine stood there on his knees, watching his brother get fucked by the guy with the long, thin cock. He knew that without any prep his little bro was hurting from the penetration and the subsequent hard pounding. He didn’t notice Joe moving behind him until he felt the spit dribble down his crack and then Joe grabbed his bound hands. He felt the now familiar steel ring press against his fuck hole and had only a moment to relax before Joe also rammed in all the way. Joe’s hard shaft tore into Blaine’s tight ass and Blaine let out a growl. Everyone looked over as Joe had a big grin on his face and his cock planted deep inside Blaine’s ass. Joe started to fuck and watched Dakota drill his dick deep into Carter’s pussy. He matched the pace while holding Blaine’s shoulders. Suddenly, Dakota started to hammer Carter’s hole and Carter yelled out as his hole and inner hole were battered with Dakota’s death stick. With one hard slam, Carter was skewered deep and could feel each throb as Dakota shot ropes of highly charged seed into the boy’s ass. “One in” yelled Joe while he kept plunging into Blaine’s cunt. When Dakota’s orgasm died, he pulled out and was replaced by Luis’s uncut shaft. “Your pussy was so fuckin’ good the other day I had to fuck it again” he whispered into Carter’s ear before adding “Welcome to the club cuz I don’t think you’ll be neg much longer.” “Fuck yeah! Give me more of your dirty seed you fucker” yelled Carter as he thrust his ass back on to Luis’s thick cock. Luis held the boy’s body close as he fucked as hard as he could. He knew that Dakota had him on length, but his cock was thicker and even after Dakota’s fuck, Carter’s hole was tight around his dick. He would pull out and then slam back in, getting a loud grunt from the boy each time. Luis fucked faster and harder until his balls couldn’t hold back anymore and he bear hugged Carter before he dumped spurts of deadly sperm into his hole. Joe was up on his feet, drilling Blaine’s pussy as Juan pulled Luis off the 18 year old, eager to feel the cum filled hole. Juan’s cock was a little longer than Luis’s and about the same 6 1/2 inch circumference. Only a little cum escaped between the two cocks and Juan was pounding Carter within seconds. Everything that Luis had told him was true - the boy could take a pounding and his hole felt like velvet. Juan kept fucking hard and never let up. He would jab his cock in different directions, torturing the boy’s fuck chute with each stroke. Joe let out a howl as he unloaded his first virus filled load of the day into Blaine’s ass. The other guys cheered him on, Jaime adding “Feel that bug take over just like it did me.” The pulses went on for over a minute and Joe never heard Juan grunt as his special seed mixed with the other loads in Carter’s ass. Jaime slid his newly poz cock into Carter as soon as Juan pulled out. He looked over and nodded at Dakota who moved over in front of Carter and dropped to his knees, sucking his rock hard cock into his mouth. While Dakota sucked Carter’s cock, Jaime slid into his cum soaked hole. Jaime stabbed roughly, driving his cock in and forcing the tainted seed into the ravaged walls of his cunt. Dakota just stood there and each time Jaime would drive into Carter, his cock would get slammed into Dakota’s throat. There seemed to be an endless stream of precum dripping out of Carter’s cock and Dakota was eager to lap it up and swallow it. Jaime took more time fucking Carter this time than during Sunday’s session. He loved feeling the other toxic loads coating his shaft and the way that Carter worked his ass on his cock. Eventually though, Jaime’s balls took control and pumped their virus laden contents into the well fucked hole. Spurts of his bug laced seed shot into the walls of Carter’s cunt helping to seal his fate. Steven muttered “Fuck yeah” as he approached Carter, still hanging from the rope and dripping charged cum from his ass. “Just a sec” Joe yelled out. Joe pulled his cock out of Blaine’s ass and unlocked his wrists. He led Blaine over to his brother and said “Raise your hands.” Blaine did as he was told and Joe guided them over to Carter’s wrists. He connected the four wrists together and grinned back at Blaine. The two brothers were facing each other and supporting each other, physically and emotionally. Joe took his place behind Blaine and Steven behind Carter. They both shoved into their bottoms and began to fuck. The smiles on the brothers told everything. They were in this together and knew each other were going to probably see some rough days ahead, but they would make it through it together. Steven tried to keep up with Joe, increasing the intensity when Joe did, pulling out and slamming back in like he did and fucking with the same speed. Over ten minutes later, Joe hammered in another charged load into Blaine’s battered ass and Steven was right behind in seeding Carter’s hole. Steven stood there for several seconds as his breathing calmed and his cock soaking in all the juices. Joe pulled out and slapped Blaine’s ass before reaching up and unhooking his wrists from Carter. Juan was loosening the rope and after Steven pulled out of Carter, the younger brother dropped to his knees, sweating profusely. The brothers sat on the blanket, trying to recover. Joe tossed each a bottle of water and most of the other guys grabbed a beer from the cooler. “We’ll give you a little break before we go for another round” Joe told everyone. Twenty minutes went by and Joe got up. As he reached for the rope, Carter said “Please, Dave, can I get fucked doggy this time?” The group chuckled and Joe replied “Sure, its your breeding. You can take it however you want.” Joe walked over and untied the rope from Carter’s wrists and then disconnected the cuffs from each other. The brothers knelt down facing each other and once again Joe was behind Blaine and now Dakota was behind Carter. One by one the guys fucked, pounded, and drilled Carter’s ass. The blanket was soaked in cum that had been forced out of his ass and replaced with a fresh brew of toxins to attack the boy’s doomed body. The abuse was wearing Carter down, but he knew he only had a couple more guys to go and his ass could take a rest for a few days. He had read dozens of stories about what he could expect over the next few weeks. It could be nothing or it could be a hellish flu or something in between. His brother had only gotten bred by Dave, but he had taken over ten different guys including a guy that had AIDS. Each time he thought about it, Carter’s cock would get rock hard and his ass would squeeze tight around the cock in his ass. He knew his ass would be too sore to get fucked for the next few days and he would probably leave a blood stain on the bed like he did after the other two breedings. He heard Jaime grunt and shake and knew his chute was being painted with another infectious load of cum. A few minutes later, Carter felt Steven slam his cock inside and then began to fuck like a madman. “What do you boys want?” Joe barked out at the brothers. “To get pozzed!” Blaine and Carter yelled back. “And?” Joe asked. “To share our gift!” Blaine grunted back. Steven was pounding Carter so hard he could barely talk. His head was buried into the blanket and he could feel the burn on his cheek from his face rubbing back and forth on it. Steven screamed out as he unleashed his last load of the night into the pool of virus filled spooge in Carter’s cunt. Joe reached his arm around Blaine’s neck and pulled him against his chest and hammered his abused hole. A few minutes later he growled and pumped his fourth load of the day into Blaine. Blaine was milking every drop out as best he could but it was a struggle since his ass was so sore. Joe fed his cock to Blaine’s mouth after he pulled out and Blaine knew his hole was wrecked from the taste he got. Steven did the same to Carter and looked over at Dakota who was licking his lips after having cleaned the other guys cocks earlier. The guys laid around naked, drinking beer until Joe said “I think we should be going or we are going to be lost in this field until morning. Dakota helped Carter get his leg over his dirt bike and they watched the brothers ride off back to the house, standing on the pegs and not sitting on the seat. “Think we did it?” asked Steven. “I’m pretty sure that Carter is knocked up. Hopefully I wrecked Blaine’s hole enough for him to be part of the brotherhood too. Should be an interesting few weeks for them” Joe replied.

"No amount of money can replace your parents!" Alex said pulling his tank top over his head. "This makes us even!" As the elevator doors opened, Blackie used his smart phone to unlock the door and ushered Alex inside. Looking around, Alex was amazed at the size of the penthouse, the plush leather sofas, chrome and glass tables, floor to ceiling windows showing a magnificent view of the city. Mindful of Blackie's rule, he kicked off his flipflops and stepped out of his shorts, freeing his throbbing 7" cock. One look at Blackie in his nude glory and Alex could see he hadn't been kidding about his piercings. There was a huge Prince Albert on the head of his pulsating 9" cock, bars were all around his thick shaft and his plum sized balls were all but obscured by scrotal piercings. "I'm gonna love feeling your beautiful pierced cock fucking my ass, not to mention those pierced nuts banging against my buttcheeks!" With a wicked grin and arched eyebrows, Blackie exclaimed, "Oh, you're gonna feel it! I've been with my share of hairy men, but none as hairy as you! That backfur turns me on! Grab a seat on a sofa and I'll get us something cool to drink! Your choice,Gatorade if you want some G or beer?" There was no need for Alex to think twice. "Make it beer! G is all well and good, but beer goes down better the second time, recycled and from the tap! No need for you to worry, I always swallow every drop!" "Beer it is! Your shirt was a dead giveaway and I'm hoping you'll feed me your piss too!" Blackie said, heading to the kitchen. Alex took a seat on the sofa and noticing a stack of cork coasters on the coffee table, he placed 2 of them, side by side in front of him. There was the sound of 2 bottles being opened and seconds later, Blackie returned, handing Alex a beer and sitting next to him. "Here's to beer, fresh and recycled!" He said as they clinked bottles and took a swig. Cool and refreshing as the beer was, Alex was more excited to drink Blackie's piss. One of the advantages of a PA was being able to use it like a spigot to adjust the flow. Blackie stretched his arms across the back of the sofa, causing Alex to see it as a clear invitation. "Blackie, those pits are begging to be sniffed and licked! I hope you ain't ticklish there!"

I was in the mood to be a slutty pig the other night so I logged on to see what kind of trouble I could get into. I’m a 35 year old guy with a pretty nice body and a bubble ass that I love to get filled up. I started smoking some tina and got horny as fuck. Thought it would be fun to get on ICUII and smoke on cam and jack off. I did that and this dude from Atlanta hits me up and says you should come over. I told him I was in the mood to be blindfolded and whored out as a cumdump and he said “no problem” and tilts the camera up to show me his sling. I threw on a pair of shorts and hopped in the car with my dick out jacking for the whole 15 minute drive. I got there and he lets me in his place and says “do you mind if the webcam is up?” Hell no I don’t mind! I put on a black tank top and a jockstrap and hopped in his sling with my ass pointed towards the camera. Then the dude says “Do you slam?” Oh HELL yeah…this is gonna be a fun time. I told him of COURSE I slam, but he better be prepared to get me loaded up good. He puts the needle in my arm and shoots me up and immediately I get that feeling where for a second I think its gonna be too much. I do the cough thing and then wait a second while I realize its going to be OK. Immediately I start fingering my hole and begging to get filled. My whole field of vision gets blurry as the tina hits me and I realize I am shoving 3 fingers in my hole and incoherently babbling about wanting poz cum and piss running out of my ass. The piss thing turns him on so he shoves his dick in and unloads a big load of poz tina piss in my ass. Then he takes a big black butt plug and shoves it in so all that piss stays in my hole. Keep in mind this is all on camera and by the time he does all this, when he turns around he has like 4 messages from guys who wanna come unload in my piss filled ass. I’m laying there fucking horned as fuck with a buttplug holding a load of poz piss in my ass and he tells me there are guys on the way to come fill me with seed. I ask him if I can be blindfolded so I won’t even see the guys. When I slam, I don’t give a fuck who unloads in my hole…as long as I am getting cum. He puts the blindfold on and tells me there is a big black dude on his way who wants to fuck a piss filled ass. The black dude comes in and sees me blindfolded in the sling and I hear him mumble “hot man. He partied up?” Of course my host guy tells him yes and that seems to turn him on even more. He pulls the buttplug out of my ass and the shoves his raw dick in as fast as possible so as to keep the piss in there. He starts fucking me and I can feel piss running all down my ass and on to the floor. I hear the doorbell ring and it’s a second guy. He comes in and I start sucking him while the black guy Is pounding my hole. Pretty soon the black guy asks me if I want his poz cum. Hell yeah! He shoves it all the way in and unloads. Load #1. The second guy takes his place and only fucks for a minute or two before unloading. Nice. Load #2. They leave and its quiet for a few minutes and all I hear is the guy typing on the computer. Meanwhile my slutty ass is up in the sling, flying fuckin’ high from the slam, and scooping cum out of my hole with my fingers and eating it. I’m moaning about how I want more cum and the guy says “I got 2 more coming for ya”. The two other guys get there almost simultaneously and I don’t know anything about them. Once fucks me for like 10 minutes and blows a load. The next guy felches my hole for a little bit and feeds me some of the cum from my ass and then shoves in and blows his load too. Loads #3 and 4. I have no idea what they looked like. Its been about an hour since the slam and I am tweeking like mad. I keep fingering my hole and licking the bug juice off my fingers all the while turned on even more knowing it is on webcam. I vaguely remember being fucked a 5th and a 6th time and getting those loads but I was so damn high then its all kind of a vague memory. But somewhere in there I got loads #5 and 6. After the 6th guy there’s kind of a lull so I take the blindfold off. I asked him if he had and dildos so I could play with one while he was getting more guys. He pulls out a pretty monster sized one and asked if that would work. FUCK YES. I shove the dildo in and out for a little while on cam and that gets another guy interested. This time I leave the blindfold off and see him when he comes in. Big Latino guy. Kinda chunky but in a muscley sort of way…but with a thick beer can dick. He fucks me for a little while but I think the dildo (and the cum filled ass) is really what turned him on and after a while I feel him start shoving in 3 fingers, then 4…then trying to fist me. One of my biggest turn ons is getting fisted with a hole full of cum and my hole is so loose and sloppy by this point that I open right up for him. FUCK…I am getting fisted with 6 loads of cum in my ass! After he gets my hole opened he pulls his hand out and cum fucking GUSHES out of my ass. The host guy is underneath the sling and licks some of it up as its running out. That’s too much for me and I shoot a huge load into the Latino guy’s mouth. After that the host guy said he had to go so I had to get up and leave. I was there maybe 3 hours and of course now am so horned (even after cumming) that I barely know what to do with myself. I ended up heading to one of the bookstores here and propping my ass up against a gloryhole. I took 5 more loads there (I think…it’s a little vague) for a total of 11 cumloads up my ass in about 6 hours. Of course with the slam I was up awhile longer and did more but that’s a story for another time. This part though, in the sling, slammed up, getting fisted with an ass full of poz cum on webcam, was definitely the hottest part. REPLIES That was a hot story. The first time my ex-bf and I partied he slammed me because I had never done it before. He then did it himself and we had a wild weekend. He wound up pissing in my hole twice and shot about 15 loads in my ass the whole weekend. It's like his cock was meant for my hole it felt so fucking good. It was a great experience getting slammed. I really want to try a bootybump while taking a load of piss and cum. I hope to find some party guys out here in Phoenix. My bf was the one who got the stuff for us. I miss my girl Tina. I love to slam. The first time a poz guy I know did the first slam. Then he fucked me, his buddy fucked me then they got two black guys around and I got their loads too. After I left there I spent 12 hours at the porn stores taking many more loads Chasrebel hot stories! i slamm when i can, but need the help of others to do it. it is such a rush, and i love it when a point is mixed for me - not knowing how strong it is until it's too late. my slamm'n buddy and i got together for my first group session about a year ago. i told him in past party sessions about my ultimate fantasy, which was to take an unknown amount in a point. and as the rush flows over me, and i cough, falling back as all the perverted things i've wanted to do but always to worried to actually do. then, out of now where, several guys enter the room talking about all the piggy things they're going to use me for, and then start to tear off any clothes i still have on. by this time i'm flying high, too high to think about anything but cock and cum, and all the ways i want to be used! This group all take turns, and my buddy the host, farms my hole out to anyone and everyone who can get there. all the while i'm taking tweeked up piss and poz cum with a big grin and a desire for more! my buddy made it happen once. but its hard to replicate that scenario again. although anyone out there is welcome to try. hit me up at @yahoo.com if interested in more. i live in denver, colorado. PS, would love to trade vids or pics of party play!!! Inserted from <http://bugshare.net/cgi-bin/discus/board-auth.cgi?lm=1270621052&file=/2063/417101.html>

I recently got fucked hard up the arse by a guy I know through work who has a girlfriend and who I have always assumed was straight and this got me thinking about some of the straight guys I have fucked with over the years. Over the years I've encountered a lot of guys who have claimed to be straight - and I haven't always been convinced - but some of them did seem to be straight guys who just liked having gay sex occasionally. It's often hard to tell and I'll leave it to you to judge as you read the post. For obvious reasons I have changed all the names in this story. I first became aware of that not everyone was as straight as they seemed when I had just turned 19 and I was at a family wedding in the north of Scotland. The reception was held at a country hotel and during the meal I had been cruised by one of the waiters. A little later on I was in the woods behind the hotel sucking his cock when I thought I heard someone approaching. I stopped sucking and listened for a moment, but there was no one there. I took his cock back into my mouth and started sucking him again. He was pushing his cock into my mouth and I knew he was close and after a few more thrusts he shot a nice big load of cum into my mouth. When he had finished, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and disappeared, leaving me on my knees with a mouthful of cum. I was just getting up when someone stepped out of the bushes. It was my cousin Simon. Simon was the same age as me but I wasn't particularly close to him. I was shitting myself - our family was very strict and I knew that Simon could get me into a lot of trouble if he wanted to. I was soon to learn, however, that Simon had something very different in mind. Before long his pants were down and I was back on my knees sucking his cock. He sighed contentedly as I sucked his cock and didn't object when I started licking his balls. I kept sucking him and after a while he gave a little grunt and I felt his cum spurting into my mouth. He didn't say anything as we walked back out of the woods but when we got back to the hotel he bought me a drink and rather shyly asked me if I would be willing to do it again some time. Of course I said yes, and I continued to suck him off regularly for the next few years - even though he had a regular girlfriend. We stopped when he got married, but after he had been married for a few years we were at a family function and Simon asked me if I fancied a walk. It wasn't too long before we were somewhere quiet and Simon had his cock out. He sighed loudly as I began to suck him and before too long I was rewarded with another big mouthful of cum. Simon has been married for over 25 years now and in all that time his wife has never sucked his cock. I cant tell you though how many times I've sucked him off during that time - whenever we've been in the same part of the country - I've sucked him off in hotel rooms, in his car and one time when he was in hospital for a minor operation I sucked him off in a side room just after his family had left. We almost got caught once when his teenage son came looking for him minutes after we had both pulled up our pants. I still suck him off when we get the chance - most recently a few months ago after a family party - he still likes having his balls licked and still gives that same little grunt just before he shoots his load. My next experience with a straight guy came about six months later with an older guy who was a friend of my parents. I had known Mr C for many years and had been friends with his son when I was at school. He was quite a big, hairy guy and although I didn't know the term then he could best be described as a bear. I had always found him attractive - and one time when I was at his house waiting for his son he had come into the room in just his pants and a T shirt looking for something. I tried not to make it obvious that I was looking at him but I thought at the time he might have noticed..... At the beginning of my second year at university I ran into Mr C in Glasgow. He told me that he came down to Glasgow on business every couple of weeks and usually stayed over. He invited me to join him for something to eat that evening and we went out for a meal and then a drink. I enjoyed his company and he genuinely seemed to enjoy mine. I still found him really attractive - and calling him by his first name, Carl, was a bit of a turn on. We arranged to meet up again a couple of weeks later when he was back in town. He took me for a meal and then we went for a drink. After we had both had a few drinks he started asking me a bit more about my life. I really liked him and I sensed he had already guessed about me - so I knew it was safe to tell him the truth. We started talking about things and after a while he leant forward and told me that he liked to do it with guys too. It wasn't long before we were in his hotel room pulling our clothes off and when we were both naked I wasted no time in going down on his cock. I enjoyed every minute of sucking his cock and licking his balls and soon he was sucking me. We sucked each other for a while and then I pulled his arse cheeks apart and began to lick his hole. From his reaction I didn't know if anyone had ever done that to him before but he clearly loved it, groaning "Oh you dirty cunt....you dirty fucking cunt....lick my arse....lick my fucking arse!" It really turned me on to hear Carl talking like that and I couldn't wait for him to fuck me. Soon I was kneeling up on the bed and Carl was pushing his cock up my arse. Being fucked by Carl was one of the best experiences of my life. He fucked me from behind for a while and then had me on my back with my legs in the air. He was playing with my cock as he fucked me and when he got close he began to wank me. I had never experienced such an intense fuck. I shot a massive load all over myself just as Carl filled my arse with his cum. When he pulled out I sucked his cock clean. "You are such a dirty cunt," he said with a grin. I met with Carl regularly for the next year or so and loved every minute of it. We would go out for a meal and a drink and then he'd take me back to his hotel and fuck me. I would spend the night with him and drift off to sleep with his big strong arms around me and his cum deep in my arse. In the morning I would suck him off or kneel up on the bed so he could fuck me again and dump another load up me before he went off to work and I went in to uni. Sometimes he would ask me to fuck him - and pushing my cock up Carl's meaty arse and fucking him until I shot my load up him was one of the best experiences of my life. When I had shot my load up him he would bend me over and fuck me. Sometimes when he wasn't staying over I would meet him for a drink after he finished work and a couple of time he fucked me in the toilets of a bar and one time he fucked me in the toilet of a Pizza Hut in the centre of town. It was in my final year at university that I first got together with Ewan. He was in the same year as me at university although in a different field. I liked him but didn't know him that well - I knew him through mutual friends including his girlfriend who was studying the same subject as me. He was really attractive, tall, slim and red haired. He seemed totally straight and to be really into his girlfriend but I couldn't help wondering about him. At this time I was regularly cruising public toilets for sex and a couple of times when I had been walking towards a notoriously active public toilet in the north of Glasgow, I had seen Ewan coming out of it...... That particular toilet had several cubicles and two of them had glory holes - the second cubicle from the end was the best one - as it had a hole in each wall and you could really have fun in there. One afternoon I was in there waiting my turn for one of the gloryhole cubicles and when a guy came out of one of them I went in. The hole was uncovered and I pulled my pants down and sat on the toilet for a moment before leaning forward and looking discretely through the hole. In the next cubicle I saw Ewan - backed up to the glory hole with his pants at his ankles and it was obvious he was being fucked. I was really turned on as I watched Ewan playing with his cock as he pushed back on the cock that was fucking him through the hole. He had realised that someone was watching by now although he couldn't see me and he motioned to me to put my cock through the hole. I did and soon he was sucking me off while the other guy continued to fuck him. I was so turned on it was all I could do not to shoot my load into his mouth. After a while he pulled off my cock and I looked through the hole again - the other guy had obviously cum and was just pulling his cock back through the hole. Ewan turned round and bent over I pushed my cock through the hole again and felt him taking hold of it and guiding it up his arse. I was so turned on I didn't last long and shot what felt like a massive load right up Ewan's arse. I left the cubicle just as Ewan came out of his. He looked at me with total shock on his face and without a word he was out of there - I don't think I've ever seen anyone move so fast. Ewan avoided me for the next few weeks and it was only when I ran into him on his own that I managed to have a word with him and told him there was no way I was ever going to tell anyone I had seen him. He took a bit of reassuring but after a while he relaxed a bit and I invited him for a drink. We got on well and enjoyed each other's company and one drink turned into several. I ended up back at his flat where I fucked him hard up the arse, with him bent over the bed begging me to fuck him harder and cum in his arse. After that we met regularly and he would suck my cock and then I would lick his arse - which he loved - before sliding my cock up him and fucking him until I shot my load up him. We would often go to his flat at lunch time for a quick fuck when his flatmates were not around and he would pull his pants down and bend over and I would fuck him hard and fast until I dumped a load up him. Ewan was clear that he was straight (!) and was not interested in anything more than sex and at the end of our final year he said he wanted to concentrate on his relationship with his girlfriend and we didn't see each other again. It was about ten years later when I encountered Ewan again. It was now the mid nineties and I was now living in London when I was invited to a friend's birthday lunch in a restaurant in north London. There was about 12 of us at the lunch and, to my surprise, Ewan was sitting at the table just opposite me. It turned out he was working down in London for a year and knew my friend through work. He was now married and had a child. As he was working in London for just a year, his wife and child had stayed in Scotland and he was going home to see them regularly. We got chatting and after the meal Ewan came back to my flat. It wasn't long before he was bent over the settee and I was fucking him from behind. His arse was still really tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. This was in my safe sex period - although I was now starting to fuck occasionally without a condom - so I played safe and fucked him with a condom. We started meeting regularly and after we had met a couple of times he told me I didn't need to bother with a condom. I fucked him bareback and shot my load deep into his arse and after that condoms were not mentioned again. We fucked regularly after that and, although Ewan insisted that he never had gay sex with anyone else, I wasn't convinced. I was fairly sure I could taste cum in his arse a couple of times when I was rimming him - but if anything this just turned me on even more and made me shoot an even bigger load than usual up his married arse. At the end of his period working in London Ewan went back to Scotland and made it clear he wasn't interested in keeping in touch. This was pretty much what I expected and I wasn't really bothered - although I really liked him I knew perfectly well that we wanted completely different things. It was about ten years later when I ran into Ewan again. I was on a two day management course in a hotel in Manchester and late in the evening I had joined some colleagues from the course in the hotel bar for a few drinks. A group from another course were drinking at the bar and when I went up to buy some drinks I found myself standing next to Ewan. We chatted briefly - he was still married and now had two teenage children - and then I went back to join my colleagues from the course. I could see that Ewan was drinking quite heavily as the evening wore on and I saw him looking over at me a few times. I had a feeling he might be up for a fuck and took my chance when he went to the toilet. I wrote my room number on a piece of paper and headed in the same direction. I had timed it perfectly - Ewan was coming out of the toilet as I went in and as we passed each other he looked at me and I slipped the paper with my room number into his pocket. He was still drinking in the bar when I went up to my room but about ten minutes later he was at the door. I pulled him into the room and he pulled me towards him and kissed me. It was as if no time had passed since I last saw him - he was clearly up for it and soon he was wearing nothing but his polo shirt and his socks and I was sucking his cock and licking his arse. I rimmed him for a while and then stood up and began rubbing my cock over his wet arse. He moaned and I began to push my cock into his arse. He pulled back "You have to use a condom" he said. I told him I didn't have one and he groaned. He had been drinking heavily but I knew he knew exactly what he was doing. I pushed my cock against his arse again "You want this, don't you?" I said as I pushed the head of my cock into his arse. He moaned "Yeah..... I want it....... I fucking want it!" I rubbed some lube into his hole and then pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed. He was still very tight but I slid up him easily and began to fuck him. He was moaning now "fuck me...fuck me..." as I began to fuck him harder. I enjoyed every minute of the fuck and I wanted it to last as long as I could but the fact that I was so turned on and the fact that his arse was really tight meant that I was soon close to cumming. I fucked him as hard as I could and after a while I began to cum in his arse. I hadn't cum for over a week and I knew I was shooting a really big load up his unprotected, married arse. When I had finished breeding him and pulled out he pulled on his pants, trousers and shoes, kissed me and left the room. I haven't seen him again since. Part 2 to follow

Martin and Nick walked through the halls of the bathhouse, casually glancing at the other young men roaming about, with all only wearing white towels around their waists. Nick was very comfortable as they strolled about, but Martin found himself more excited and nervous, as it was his first time in a bath house. Martin nearly stopped in his track when he saw Diego walk by. Diego was about 6 ft 2, 150 pounds, nicely tanned and toned just the way Martin favored. Diego gave a slight smile as he passed; and Martin pretended not to be staring all the while. Martin also tried not to stare at the conspicuous bulge underneath Diego's towel that nobody could have missed. "Stay away from him," Nick whispered just as they passed each other. "Why? He's hot!" Martin tried hard to whisper in return. "Eh .. I dunno, but he's 'HIV'" Nick explained. "Ohh .. damn. really? That's a shame. He's soo hot," Martin replied turning back once again hoping to get another glimpse of his new object of desire. Nick was annoyed, " NO, seriously. Don't even talk to him. Somehow, he ends up fucking every guy that approaches him. It ain't worth it." Martin pretended to nod, but was now annoyed at Nick. The guy could probably use a friend, Martin reasoned. Martin also imagined Nick was jealous. They just broke up two weeks ago, and Nick was always trying to cock-block Martin. It was funny that Nick was the one to call it off. Nick had a few extra pounds, and everyone always wondered why Martin was with him. Despite a few hot guys about here and there, Martin found himself secretly hoping he'd bump into Diego again. And Nick was becoming increasingly pesky, Martin decided. About a half hour later, Martin nearly stopped in place once again when he spotted Diego at the opposite side of a dark lounge area. Martin hoped Nick wouldn't notice, and fortunately Nick was fixated on some other guy in the area. Diego spotted Martin and grinned slightly, while making a head nod towards the bathroom door. Diego then entered the men's room, and it was obvious he wanted Martin to follow. "I need to go to the bathroom," Martin told Nick. "I'll be back in a few." Nick barely noticed Martin's departure as he gawked at the guy he was thinking about approaching. Martin had never been so nervous .. sneaking off to see a guy, let along a guy with HIV. He felt oddly compelled, though, to meet Diego. As Martin entered the bathroom, Diego was just finishing up at the urinal. Diego turned once he heard the door, and couldn't help but to turn just enough to give his visitor a brief glimpse of the huge cock that dangled in front of him as he shook it a couple of times. Martin felt embarrassed and short for words. He felt short in other areas now having glanced at the large cock now still bulging under Diego's now-wrapped waist. "Hey, follow me, we can talk more privately here," Diego said as he went towards the "staff only" door in the corner of the men's room, " it's okay, my friend manages the place. We can hang out here." Martin didn't know why, but he found himself immediately obeying his new-found friend into the "staff only" area which turned out to be a small supply closet. Diego locked the door as Martin entered and assured him, "You look nervous. I just want a private place to talk to get to know you. Here, have a seat on a bucket." Martin laughed nervously, but felt more at ease now. He tried not to glance at the bulge under Diego's towel. They both sat and faced each other on their respective buckets. "It's kinda hot in here," Diego said, "I hope you don't mind if i take this off .. besides you kinda saw the only thing I'm hiding here anyways." Diego removed his towel, folded it up, and sat down on his now padded bucket, while his huge dick rested about half way down his thigh. "Oh, sure .. I don't mind," Martin said as he swallowed a bit nervously, "you're really hot." Martin had never been so shy around a guy before, even though he had only dated a few guys since coming out. Was it the HIV status or the mammoth penis that was in front of him that made him tongue-tied? "Thanks, you're hot yourself," Diego replied. "Are you from the area?" "Silver Lake," Martin answered, "on the edge of Hollywood. Are you from here?" "Yeah, West Hollywood," Diego continued, "born and raised here." "I feel so tiny compared to you," Martin said thinking about his slighter body frame, and then realized the double-meaning behind what he said. "You're perfect," Diego complimented "and you're looking quite big down there actually." Martin realized he couldn't hide his erection very well now, despite being much smaller than Diego's soft cock. "Oh .. um" he chuckled. "Sorry .. I just never saw a cock as big as yours and all, and this just kinda happened," and he laughed nervously to himself. He found it difficult to make eye contact as he brought up the question weighing on his mind, "So .. is it true .. you have HIV?" Diego was prepared for the question and said, "Yeah, I'm poz. But don't worry this thing isn't going to just wake up and crawl up your butt without your permission." Martin looked up from his feet and laughed a little, "Is it true you've fucked a lot of guys?" Diego knew his reputation preceded him, "Yeah, I've fucked a lot of guys." "Did they know you were poz?" Martin asked. "Yeah, I always tell them," said Diego. "Wow, and they still want to get fucked?" Martin asked, in disbelief. "Yeah .. I guess lots of them like a big cock; and never had one before. A few of them might be chasers," Diego explained. "Chasers?" Martin asked inquisitively. "Yeah .. bug chasers. People that are turned on by guys with HIV. I've met a few. Something about the risk of getting pozzed while they get fucked gets them turned on. For them, it's the best fuck they ever have," Diego elaborated. "Wow. I never heard of that. I can see people wanting your cock, though," Martin said now staring fully at it; and feeling incredibly turned on. "I'm also undetectable," Diego went on, "so the risk of my passing on HIV is pretty low right now. I take really good care of myself." Martin found himself contemplating having the big cock in front of him enter him, and felt his cock throbbing at the thought of it. It's a low risk, Martin thought to himself. And this guy is so hot, and his cock is perfect, Martin kept thinking. "You're kinda shy," Diego said, "lemme make this easy for you." Diego stood up directly in front of Martin and brushed his big soft cock against Martin's face. Martin instinctively opened up and wrapped his mouth about the tip and slowly started sucking on it while it came to life and quickly hardened. "Damn, you're good," Diego said after gasping for a moment .."very good. Suck that cock." Martin could barely get half-way down the long thick cock in front of him, but expertly sucked and licked as much as he could. He couldn't believe he was sucking on a poz cock, but was so turned on by the huge dick, he didn't care anymore. Martin reached down and pulled his cock out from his towel and stroked it as he sucked on Diego's big cock. Diego moaned and asked, "You want that big cock up your ass?" Martin stopped sucking for a moment and was nervous again, "Ummm .. I dunno. Let me just suck on it some more for now" and Martin went back to giving head. Moments later, both were startled by a knock at the door. "Martin , it's Nick. I know you're in there! C'mon man, you better not be with Diego." Martin felt a sense of panic, like a kid being caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Diego was annoyed, "Go away. We're busy." Nick was agitated, "Oh my god, Martin are you in there? Don't let that poz guy fuck you!" Diego grabbed Martin by the back of the head and aimed his cock at Martin's mouth. Martin now felt unusually turned on by the heated exchange and resumed sucking on Diego's cock as best as he could. A few moments later, Nick pounded on the door again, "Martin, come out! Come out now!" Martin and Diego ignored Nick. Moreover, Martin now felt compelled to let Diego have his ass. Martin stopped sucking, and got down on all fours. Diego immediately knew to take position, and spit onto his hand, applied it to his tip; and slowly started to enter Martin from behind. For the moment, Martin forget about Diego's HIV status. He just wanted to get back at Nick for being such a dick and he felt overwhelmed by letting his ass get fucked while his ex was on the other side of the door. Diego eased the first couple inches of himself into Martin; and Martin gasped and tried to stifle his moan. Diego continued to move into the tight smooth ass presented to him, while Martin clenched his jaw and tried to accommodate the massive cock making its entrance. The next few knocks on the door by Nick did nothing but heighten the excitement both Martin and Diego were feeling. Now that Diego was several small thrusts into Martin, he knew that there was no stopping him now. Emboldened by his success, he raised his voice and directed some remarks through the door, "Go away, man. I'm trying to fuck someone here." Nick was in shock and irate and pounded on the door, "Goddamnit Martin! Stop! Let me in. This is fucked up!" Martin had past the point of anxiety and pain; and had succumbed to the pleasure that was his ass getting filled up by big cock and felt increasingly defiant, "Fuck off, Nick! Go away!" Diego felt confirmed by Martin's words; and picked up his pace and eventually was fucking Marting with at least seven of this nine inches with deliberate jabs; that prompted a grunt with each push. Martin's voice was raised; and he abandoned his resolve to hide his vocal responses. "Unh! Unh! Unh!" Martin blurted; as Diego plowed at his hole. "Martin! Please stop!!" Nick begged from the opposite side of the door. Both Diego and Martin were now incredibly turned on not just by the hot fuck they were having; but by the jealousy and rage of Nick's display. Diego made sure that everything he said was loud enough for Nick to hear. "You like that poz cock up your ass?" Diego elicited. "Yes! Fuck yes!" Martin nearly yelled. Nick pounded on the door a few more times, only encouraging more hardcore fucking. "That's right, take my big cock, you little whore!" Diego barked. "Oh .. my .. OH .. feels so good" Martin could barely sputter. Martin could barely think straight. He was as surprised as he was happy at how good such a massive cock could feel in his tight hole. He didn't imagine he could feel such pleasure. And he couldn't help but to think that a poz cock was inside him; and somehow it didn't matter anymore. In fact, it was great that his ex was hearing him get fucked by a hot guy with a huge cock; and he relished in the thought that a guy with hiv was now pounding his hole on top of that. "You want more poz cock?!" Diego asked. "YES!" Martin was nearly shouting, "More. Please fuck me more. MORE! MORE! MORE!" Nick was beyond pissed. He shouted through the door, "You're a fucking whore, Martin. You're gonna get AIDS and die, you fucking whore. I hope you enjoy your fuck!" And then Nick stormed off, but not before he could hear Martin's only response "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Diego picked up his pace and now as delivering all nine inches into Martin with deliberate and forceful strokes. "Oh shit!" Martin yelled, ".. feels ... so .. fucking .. good!" "Are you ready for my load?" Diego asked. Martin was nearing the edge of the most intense orgasm he felt building within him. "Fuck yeah! Give it to me!" Martin yelled. Diego drilled relentlessly. Martin felt the huge cock get even bigger in his ass and knew a climax was near. "HERE IT COMES!!!" Diego exclaimed as he unloaded deep with Martin's ass. "OH FUCK!!!!" Martin cried as he felt his ass get slick and then jizzed all over the floor beneath him. Diego grabbed Martin's head and kissed him from behind as he continued to pump his jizz up Martin's butt. Martin darted his mouth into Diego's mouth and gladly welcomed the hot cum deep inside him.

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I have HPV. My doctor tested me to see the strains that I have. Then he vaccinated me against the strains I don't have. And yes I paid the $900 USD for 3 shots over 6 months. But it was worth it to me to be able to protect myself. There are about 100 strains of HPV and 13 of them cause cancer.

Very nice, I like to choke my bottom whilst my cock is buried in their arse and I am pulling on their bollocks. It sends them over the edge for a nice creamy conclusion ??

I'm almost always hard when I'm getting fucked, and if I'm really in the zone, I'll stay at least semi-hard after blowing my load, and usually work back to a full erection as long as I have a raw cock pounding my hole. And much like @bbpoznow noted, I leak precum like a sieve when I'm bottoming.

Visited a sauna today with a dark steamroom that smells of man sweat, sex and poppers. Got there at 12 noon left at 2pm. Walked in benches on both sides you have to walk through to get to the back bench, immediatly i was groped, fingered and a hot mouth on my dick. Lots of hands, hairy and smooth naked bodies pushing and rubbing against mine. There must have been about 12 naked blokes in this small room, anyway i was gently pushed forward and found my face between 2 cocks thst wss nudging my mouth, i sucked em both and smelt poppers i asked for some, i was given a bottle and took some deep hits if fresh poppers. I felt my legs being pulled apart, whildt hands were stroking and feeling me, it was so hot, i felt dizzy and felt like i was going to pass out, i stood up and said i needed to go out, i was ignored and felt a cock ram up my arse, first couple of seconds was killing and i honedtly felt like i was passing in and out of conciouseness . A bloke gave me a towel to wipe my head face with and told me to hold it to my mouth, it was laced with poppers and it felt strong, i was kind of out of it, but felt different sizes of cocks going in and out of me, i further realised i was being held up by the two guys i had been sucking. Whilst i was being multiple fucked, someone must have gotton under me and was licking all my balls and gently massaging my dick, i felt so sensative, my body was tingling, my arse was burning and i was getting non stopped fucked by whoever these blokes were. Finally it went quiet, people left. I wss supported onto a bench and left there, must have slept and woken to my arse being licked. I had to get up felt rough, the guy who was sucking my hole came outside into the corridor with me. I saw his face, old man, said he rnjoyed licking snd sucking me, said sbout 8 guys fucked me and i went to sleep???. He was one weird looking old bloke, I want to say trollish, he said he hangs sround in the darkroom as noone turns him away in there. I let him rim me, kiss me and fuck me and boy was he good when he shot his load deep into my arse wih the other loads in me. Still do not know why i became so tired to sleep though, i dont remember a lot of it... Damm.....

Firstly a straight up big thank you for letting us know your situation. You must be well pissed off with this; I for one really appreciate any info you can give the rest of the prep community. Second thanks for answering our probably insensitive, repetitive, and probably plain-old annoying questions. I guess many of us are information junkies and appreciate whatever updates you can share. let us know what we can do, DMs if that helps or what suites you too. thanks again

I can go for a few days without. Just depends on what's going on. When I go visit my parents for a weekend I won't jack off, but then I usually try to find someone to fuck in their town as I leave (or someone back where I live when I get home). Or if I'm overly busy with work or something, I'll hold off. The longer I do hold off, the bigger my next load is, of course. I've always been intrigued by people who say they need to every day, or those that say that they get overly horny when they do hold off. Even when I have held off for a few days, I don't feel like it makes me any hornier than usual.

PART 7 The next day, I relived the experience at Tim’s. I had almost no regrets. The hiv thing scared me, but not enough to keep me from already looking forward to more. I thought about what had happened after we had fucked. Tim really seemed to like fucking me. He asked me again about the hiv thing and reminded me that In the moment, I had not only been ok with it, I had asked him for it. For his poz cum. Those words were going thru my head a lot. I knew I had said it. And the words had a weird effect on me now the next day. They scared me and made me hArd. It was totally messing with me. And I was still totally getting the “stop doing this, this is crazy” messages In my brain, but I had jerked off three times in the last 18 hours since his cock had ejaculated into me. And I was still horny. I wanted him, even still a little sore, I wanted to get fucked. By 8 that night, I was online and messaging Tim, but he wasn’t on. I waited and waited til almost ten. He must have been busy and I couldn’t just show up. I was so horny at this point, so eager to service him, to worship cock. I figured I would give it a few more minutes. My Dick was rock hard and sex was leading all thoughts. I didn’t see any hot guys on the site . I signed off and as I did, a thought occurred to me. I had driven by it many times and it was only twenty minutes Away, in the business district. I wasn’t even sure if the stories were true about the adult book store, that it was mostly a place for gay guys to hook up. Something about a maze of private video booths with 100 different pornos to pick from and that guys would go into the booths and fuck and suck. The owner of the place was gay and actually encouraged it. It sounded like an urban legend that was fake but what if it wasn’t? What if there were some hot guys, older guys like Tim, just there horny and looking to meet someone to fuck right there in the store? At 10:30 that night with a rock hard teenage cock and a hole that had just become addicted to raw man sex, it didn’t even seem like I had a choice. Even though I was literally so nervous I was nauseous, I was on my way. I was barely past my 18th birthday and on my way to my first adult book store, where I hoped that everything I heard was true and that I was on my way to meet a stranger I hoped would want to fuck me. I didn’t pretend or lie to myself. I wanted to get fucked by an older guy, no condom and no pulling out. And I wanted it so bad.

My huz of 32 years indulges me, because even though he wasn’t that into, he let me invite over this 40 year old poz surfer twink (yes 40 yo twink) with three tattoos, a mohawk buzz cut and an adorable hairy ass. Tiny little guy so enthusiastic for dick walked here, stripped off right away, and was on his knees sucking us both . God I love a dick pig holding onto one so it doesnt get away, while the other is in his mouth. My spouse sits back on the couch while our adorable 40 yo twink kneels and worships at the altar of his cock. I come up behind himwrap my arm around his thin body to hold him in place, and start lubing his hole. Idk how some people make this last. My thumb is slipped inside him which makes my dick flex and jump and leak and leak and it has to go there NOW FUCK it slips right in. And I expect that this is a dirty boy and that it will slide right down inside. But it stops half way like I hit bottom! what the? And I start in back and forth pulling out going back. His ass starts taking more and more and before I know it there he is completely wrapped around my dick except that little part right at the end. Like I can stroke it in ALL the way in, but I cant stroke it all the way in hard. That’s it, that is where I want to cum. Once I find it, I flip him over. My huzband knowing where I am going with this gets out of the way. (Aint he sweet?) Lucky it is a deep sofa. His calves are sitting on my shoulders and I pull him on to my dick. He weighs so little. OH MAN he feels good wrapped around me. I am stroking in and out. But that sweet fucking boy . . . little goatee . . .buzzed head . . .sweet cocksucking mouth I can’t stop kissing F U C K I am never going to cum that way. WAY too much going on. So I go into my own head to think about insemination which is what I really want and what he really wants. And it just gets animal me pounding his hole . WANT MY LOAD IN THERE fucking him hard GOING TO CUM and then I am cumming. hard and deep and I dont want to stop driving in my load but I do stop hoping for at least one flex of ejaculation that he’d be able to feel from inside (later he said he couldnt) “fucking hot”, he said though. he liked the animal rutting. My huz put his dick in after, and this big wad of my cum slipping out and down the boy’s ass looked soFUCKING HORNY that I took a pic (albeit not a good one) The boy came with my semi hard dick in his mouth and me telling him to try to suck out any more cum.

PART 6 I spent the whole drive over shaking I was so nervous. Over and over i told myself to just turn around and what what was I thinking risking so much? The first time I didn’t know til it was too late , but this was different. And I couldn’t pretend to myself it wasn’t. My hard cock and hungry ass were leading me, overpowering every thought I had to just get away! There was no hiding it, Tim had told me flat out. He was hiv positive, poz as he called it. And he didn’t use condoms. And he had no intention of pulling out. And I had seen that huge cock and knew how deep it could be when he came. And I had seen those giant cum producing balls. He had to shoot a massive load. He will fill me up with it, his sperm. His HIV positive sperm. Spurt after spurt, his cock all the way inside me erupting. And fear took more of a backseat. I was a horny as hell 18 year old that had just discovered bottoming and had done it with a hot experienced hung top. And he had fucked me bareback and cum in me my first time. I couldn’t help wanting more. And I knew how amazing Tim was, how he had made it feel so good, had made me so hungry for cock and so wanting to be a proud gay bottom. A bareback bottom now, on my way to see him again. Still shaking, I rang his bell and he answered obviously nude and obviously knowing it would be me knocking. “I’m so glad you are here. I have thought about that hot ass so many time these last few days. And the way that mouth felt on my cock. And the taste of your asshole. Wanna go straight up?” He welcomed me shutting the door. Nodding eagerlly at home he responded by leading me up to the room I had been in before. This time, I was tearing at my clothes, my cock like steel already and eyes focused on Tim’s already hard meat. Naked, I fell to my knees and licked the shaft from the base to the head, before swirling my tongue around the big mushroom head. Tasting precum, I lost my self and opened wide and took as much as I could. Concentrating on relaxing my throat, I tried to take more and more burn woukd gag occasionally and have to back off. I was trying my best to please him, to be a good cocksucker. “Fuck yeah”, he growled, “that’s so good. Suck that fucking dick. Get it ready. I’m gonna fuck you with it in about 30 seconds.” I grew every more eAger in my sucking, wanting to show my enthusiasm for what he said. “Get up, get on the bed on your back and pull your legs up,” he ordered as he reached for his lube and applied some to my hole and to his cock. Standing over me, his cock head an inch from my starving hole, he looked down and asked me, “what’s my boy want? Does my boy want me to put my cock inside him right now?” “Yes! Fuck yes”, I cried out. “There’s no condom on this cock”, he whispered as he began to tease my hole by rubbing the tip against it. “No condom. No condom.”, I repeated in an almost begging tone. He was driving me to the edge, making me want him so badly. “Should I pump all of my cum Into your hole when I shoot? Should I give you my sperm when we both know I am hiv positive? What do you want?”, he whispered as the pressure on my hole gradually increased. “I want you to cum in me, fill me up with it! All of it! PleAse just please fuck me til you cum!” I whimpered. With that, he pushed in and i I felt that piercing pain followed by a dull ache as my almost virgin hole tried to relax. He gently worked his big meat into me, slowly rocking his hips pushing deeper and deeper. Then starting to take longer strokes as my breath became gasps and I started losing myself to the sensations of pleasure in my hole. It wasn’t long til I was lost. The only thing on earth that mattered was Tim and his huge cock and me and my tight little hole. We were connected. Eyes locked, him grunting and huffing as I began to feel my breAth knocked out with every deep stroke. His ball were now slapping against me when he drove home and I reveled in knowing he was in me ball deep. I was taking all of him. Raw. He was pumping hArd and his thrusts began to pick up speed, his ups bucking erratically. I recognized this from last time and concentrated on trying to take every single bit of that cock inside me while squeezing and miliking it. “Fuck yes, squeeze that fucking cock Chris. Earn that load. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my sperm in you.” He grunted. “Fucking please cum in me. Please cum in me. I want it in me. I want your cum all inside me. I won’t let it leak at all. Please!” I begged him. “Big poz load. Gonna give it to you. Fucking dump that cum deep inside you.!” He muttered between clenched teeth as he was slamming into me. “Yeah. Big load. Big poz load. Inside me. All of it. Poz load inside me. Poz load inside Me.” I just kept saying it. Then I felt it his pace grew ever faster and then he drove deep and collapsed onto me and i felt that huge rod pulse and throb as his sperm entered me and splattered into my guts. I squeezed and milked it and wrapped my arms around him to hold him insode me. The throbs slowly ebbed and he pulled back up and looked down at me. My stomach was covered in my own cum? I had shot without touching myself. He made no move to pull out and I made no attempt to back off it. Instead I looked up with a guilty grin and knew inside there was no way I could stop doing this. Getting fucked without condoms and taking Tim’s cum. It was like a drug. I was already hooked. What was I gonna do now? This is crazy! But fuck his cum is in me and that thought still scared me but it was turning me on more. A lot more.

Virgin POZ Night (Part 3) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** The young lad did not understand what was happening. He remembered clearly, that he talked to some dudes in a bar. They invited him for a drink and flattered him. He told them though, that he was not into guys. No offense, but he had already a girlfriend and was happy in love with her. Still he accepted the invitation for free drinks. Then his memory became a little bit blurred. Soon he felt somehow weak and tired. The guys offered him to get him outside the club, so he could get some fresh air. On their way to the exit he felt already hands reaming over his buttocks. He tried to talk, but somehow he wasn’t able to form clear sentences. Then he felt a sharp pinch at his left nipple. It was almost like someone tried to rip his nipple away from his body. Once the group left the club, he remembered the events only in fragments. I white van…. *flash* Slaps to his face, while he tried desperately to keep his pants on while several hands using force to rip his pants off from him… *flash* Pain… so much pain in his ass and voices who called him a ‘tease’ and a ‘faggot’… *flash* Moans… he knew this voice… it was his own voice moaning, while the pressure increased in his asshole… *flash* More slaps to his face and a bad taste in his mouth… *flash* Carried downstairs… words floating through is dazed mind. ‘Fresh meat’… ‘Fuck meat’… ‘Neg-Whore’… ‘POZ-slut’… Where did those words come from? *flash* Grinning faces leering above him *flash* And then he remembered coming back to senses, being tied up in this darkened small room, while guys fucked their stiff cocks hard into his body. He tried to plead with the two guys using his holes for their pleasure. But how can you plead with someone if your mouth is full with hard and throbbing man dick. If his hands would be free, he could defend himself. He would fight his way out of this place. He saw himself pushing his way out of this horrible situation and getting help in a hospital and while his mind played tricks on him, how things could still come to a good end, both of his holes were violated in a steady rhythm. Then he felt a hard blow against his head. “Watch your teeth you fucking faggot…. or I will punch them out of your fucking mouth.” He was sucked back into reality. The guy in front of him stuffed his huge cock back into the boy’s mouth. “Open up…Open up…. OPEN UP your mouth and take my cock. Take me deep-throat, you stupid fuck” he heard the guy growling. Salvia ran from his wide opened mouth. One hand had a tight grip on his hair. The other hand was going around the back of his head. The knot in his throat sunk deeper again as the man started to push his cock back into his mouth. Soon the twinks face was pulled into the mat of thick dark pubic hair while his throat muscles massaged the invading cock. Meanwhile the man behind him filled the boy’s ass completely. His hands pulled the victim’s ass cheeks apart so his thick dick could even fuck him deeper into his rectal tube. Again the young adolescent struggled against his bonds and tried to move away somehow. Alas – all his attempts were fruitless. The tops movements became more and more aggressive. “Do you like my cock, ripping up your hole? Come on bitch – squeeze me with your ass-cunt, you piece of shit….” “He is such a slut” his partner in front sneered savoring the tight throat. “His ass is also tight, but it is a good feeling to bust him open….” the other one growled. The leather daddy fucking the poor lad’s asshole caressed the twinks tensed torso and grinned devilishly at his partner. “Let’s do it….” he hissed and gave the signal. Both leaned towards each other and started kissing passionately. The moment their tongues met, while raping the boy beneath them, they started to slam-jam-fuck the tied up twink. They humped him in a rush to reach climax quickly and simultaneously. The boy gasped loudly and tried to suck in some air. He felt like this huge cock in his throat was choking him to death. His jaws were clearly working to adjust to the brutal mouth rape. While the lad was pummeled in his ass the pain coming from his stretched rectum almost drove him out of his mind. Suddenly sharp farts escaped around the guy’s cock. The top pushed hard with each stroke, just to seat his dick fully back into the boy’s intestine. First the guy in the front groaned loudly, when he shot his load into the throat of his rape toy. The moment his tormentor withdrew his cock and the boy sucked wetly in for air. Thick liquid sprayed from his mouth, while he coughed and retched in distress. After that his pal pressed his loin well up into the teens cleft and trembled while he shot his gush of sperm deeply into the young guy’s hole. “Holy fuck… take my poison up your cunt you stupid whore…. milk my balls you cheap and dirty bareback slut…. Damn… Fuck…. “ “Please… no more… please don’t hurt me anymore….” the poor lad sobbed. “Damn – where do they find those kind of whores? I am amazed, that there are really fags who are into this pozzing shit” one of them sneered. “Yeah – but you see, when push comes to shaft they are all begging to be spared… this one plays his role quite good….” the other one answered and continued slowly to fuck the boy in his ass enjoying the slippery feeling. “You are a good hole, bitch. Your ass is nice and tight, it won’t stay forever this way. I am glad I was able to fuck you in your prime and give you, what you wanted….” Slowly the top removed his slowly deflating cock from the young lad’s asshole and moved towards the boys face. His partner already pulled his pants up and grabbed a shock of the victim’s hair and tilted the young ones head violently back. “Hmpf… Ough…. Noooo!” he cried out, but was silenced as another half hard cock entered his mouth. The leather daddy used both of his thumbs to pinch the boys nose shut. It was almost caring movement, the way he held the guys head in his hands with one thumb on each side, shutting the nose completely. The only sound that could be heard was the wet breathing sound past around the cock in the young guys mouth. It took a few moments before the kid made gurgling sounds and his eyes widened in terror. He tried to jerk his head free, but both guys held him in place steadily. He didn’t almost have the chance swallowing the dark yellow piss. The flood forced him to inhale the foul waste. A spray of the yellow liquid erupted up around the thick mouth filling cock. “Yeah… drown in my piss, filthy stinking whore….” the pissing fucker growled and continued relieving himself strongly. After agonizing moments for the teenager and those desperate choking sounds, that were drowned in heart wrenching gurgling screams, the Alpha male slowly came to an end of his piss. They let go of his head and it slumped back down leaving the sobbing lad, without another word, in his misery.

PART 5 I spent the next day feeling guilty and certain that I had HIV, when I wasn’t busy jerking of relving the whole scene. Then I would feel guilty again. How could I break all the rules my first time out? I had let a guy with HIV fuck me raw and I had even let him cum inside me. It was only when I jerked off that I let myself admit I hadn’t let him cum in me, I had made him cum in me. Why had I done that? The next day after that my horniness got the better of me and I logged on, just to look at his profile I told myself. Before I could get there though, I noticed I had a message. I clicked and it was from him and he had sent it late last night. “Chris, First of all, I had an amazing time with you and really felt a special connection. And i am really happy that I got to be your first Top. You left pretty quickly and I think I know why... the fact I am hiv positive. I normally wouldn’t have even met a guy quite As young as you, but you were just so sexy in your pictures and so eager to be with an older guy like me, i gave in. And then you had such a pretty hole and it smelled so good. And then it tasted so good. And you got my cock so hard with your mouth. I couldn’t help needing to be inside you and I gave in. And you needed it. You needed my cock inside of you. And you knew I wouldn’t use a condom. Or maybe you just didn’t think. You just gave in. And when I was fucking you and you couldn’t have it stop. It just couldn’t stop. You had to have my cock pistoning in and out of you. Even when you knew it would make me cum and I told you I was close. You gave in. You pulled me in and squeezed my cock with your hole and accepted my load. A poz guy was shooting spurt after spurt of his cum into your guts and you gave in. You wanted it. At first when you left, I felt a little guilty and thought maybe I shouldn’t have let it go so far. Here you are, 18 and now you have my hiv cum inside you. And you’ve taken it bareback. You are going to want to get fucked bare again. It’s too addicting. You will give in. You will need it. Cock and cum. Deep in your hole. You will just have to... give in. And I will be waiting to take care of your needs again. When you are hungry and can’t hold off anymore, come over. But there’s no condoms allowed here. And no pulling out. And you will leave full of my cum. Signed, Tim.” I wasn’t just hard when i finished reading that, I was sure i would cum if I even touched my cock. And then I noticed he was actually online. And without hesitation, I gave in. I messaged him, knowing that I was agreeing thAt I did want what he wanted too, to fill my ass with his cum. “Tim, I can’t stop thinking about it. Can I come over again?,” I wrote and hit send. It was maybe a minute later that I got my reply. It was one word,Now. My reply was just as quick, “On my way.” And after a few minutes cleaning myself up, I was out the door. And for the second time in 3 days, was on my way to be a hot older Top man’s bottom toy. The hiv thing definitely went thru my mind, but not nearly as much as the thought of how it felt like he had cum a quart of jizz inside me when he had shot last time. It was the cum I kept thinking about, taking cum.

I lost count of the loads I took in the next couple of hours. Poppered up and hazy, I seem to adapt into this new existence as a raw pig. Although the crowd were thinning out, I called out to see if anyone was around, as I was still strapped into the sling. We’ve all had our fun, I thought, as I debated phoning in sick the next morning, or how many hours time it would be. Then I could make out movement from the corner of my eye as a shadow appeared at the door. “Oh hey, could you untie me please? Everyone seems to have fucked off home” Out of the shadows came the receptionist. All six foot of him, with a muscular swimmer’s build, but this time naked bar a clear yellow rubber jock with a black biohazard symbol on the front which contained what looked like a heavy ring at the end of his cock. “Yeah mate, I will do eventually. Once I’ve bred that hole first.” It seemed, well, a reasonable request for freedom at this point. I’m sure something inside of me had been unlocked this evening, and the sight of him had my cock stirring to attention. “It’s Dan, right? Glen and Steve told me you finally had a vacancy, and so I thought I’d have a go” Fuck, he did look beautiful. Standing there in that jock, talking to me like I was a piece of meat. I found myself wanting to taste that biohazard symbol with my tongue, slowly making out the shape of it, as if to write it into my mind. “uh, sure, well go ahead. I guess one last random fuck won’t do me any harm”. Compared to the harm that’s already been committed to me, I weighed up this screwed sense of new principles. “The name’s Mike incidentally and I don’t think you quite understand mate. Usually I’ll turn away most horny drunks that rock up to the sauna in need of a late night snack, but I let you in. I took a shine to you.” Suddenly I felt a little scared. As scared as anyone who was strapped into a sling in a sauna complex where they’d been bred by numerous strangers. “I only gift men who deserve it. Those with… potential.” Everything about this evening had gone from weird to completely fucked up. “Potential?” I asked, worried. “Oh yeah. I’ve been looking for a bugson for a while now, and having watched you adapt to being a raw whore has been very interesting. Seeing as you’re still there, boy, let this bugdaddy mark you as his.” My cock hardened further. What was I hearing? It sounded twisted, wrong and… horny as fuck. “I see you like that boy, now tell bugdaddy to incubate you and claim you as his son” Oh, what the hell. “Please, bugdaddy. Claim this boy as yours. Please…”

That's always the best advise. But the mechanism of action of the active substances in truvada is well documented public knowledge, so everybody can double check what is said here. Tenofovir is a Nucleotide analog reverse-transcriptase inhibitors (NtARTI or NtRTI). Emtricitabine is a Nucleoside analog reverse-transcriptase inhibitors (NARTI or NRTI). Both prevent the HIV virus from integrating its DNA into the T-Cells in your mucosal tissues and bloods stream, and by extension, reaching the dormant parts of you immune system and building reservoirs there (the reason why undetectable poz guys unfortunately are not fully cured of the virus). So in short: yes, PreP should provide sufficient protection, even if the skin or mucosal tissue is damaged, given that: a.) it is taken regularly enough according to prescription b.) the specific virus the is not resistant against Tenofovir or Emtricitabine. You still are, however at risk for other infections such as syphillis. But then again, not taking PreP because it is just 99.99% safe instead of 100% doesn't make much sense.

I guess from that reaction there's still some interest, hehe. --------------------- Part 54 - Heading home Joe, Kyle, Eric and Mark spent New Years Day like so many others did - sleeping in and nursing the effects of a few too many drinks from the night before. Joe and Kyle got out of bed shortly after noon and left Raphi sleeping in their bed alone. One by one, each of the four guys would wander back and try to fuck the hangover out of Raphi. He was actually feeling fine after he sweated it out during the first fuck but was enjoying waking up to another cock driving into his torn up, throbbing hole. Finally at four PM, Joe went in and instead of fucking him, he shoved the buttplug in and then pulled Raphi to his feet, dragging him into the shower. Joe stroked Raphi’s cock and then got on his knees and began to suck it. His tongue flicked under the shaft and he took Raphi’s cock down to the root, gripping it tightly with his throat. Joe felt Raphi put his hands behind his head and hold him down while he milked the cock with his throat. He felt Raphi thrust his hips into his face a few times and then felt Raphi’s cock swell. Rope after rope of neg cum shot straight down Joe’s throat. Joe swallowed what he hoped was one of Raphi’s last neg loads and stood up, kissing Raphi deeply and letting Raphi taste the remnants of his load. They finished washing up and then dressed. Joe showed Raphi to the door and said “Let me know how it goes. You should be in the club in a couple weeks.” Raphi kissed Joe goodbye and walked down the hall. Joe closed the door and turned to see Kyle and Mark grinning. Mark and Eric made dinner knowing that tonight was the last night that Joe and Kyle would be there until after they had graduated. After dinner, Mark pulled Joe into his bedroom while Kyle and Eric were washing dishes. Joe looked a little confused until Mark pressed his lips to Joe’s and kissed him deeply. “You’re mine tonight” Mark whispered in his ear as he closed the door. T-shirts got tossed and shorts got dropped and soon they were on Mark’s bed naked. They rolled around and groped each other while kissing like long lost lovers. Mark maneuvered so that they were sixty-nining with Joe on his back and swallowing each other’s cocks. “Aww, it so cute” Mark said and added “You really need to stretch that PA another couple sizes” and then took Joe’s cock deep. Joe was massaging Mark’s cock with his throat each time he dove down to the base. The fantasies that he had growing up about having wild sex with his brother had mostly come true these past few months. There really was only one more that he wanted to experience but wasn’t sure it would ever happen. Mark was feasting on his cock and he could feel the precum start to flow. He had always been told that Incest was wrong, but having crazy sex with his brother just felt so right. Joe licked his finger and then resumed sucking Mark’s cock. Slowly he moved his hand and spread Mark’s butt apart and pushed his spit covered digit into Mark’s hole. Joe was waiting for a response from Mark and all he got was a moan around his shaft. After he got past the first knuckle, he pulled back and then pushed in deeper. He was expecting to get resistance from his big brother, but instead seemed to get encouragement as Mark squeezed and relaxed his pucker around Joe’s finger. Mark stood up while Joe was finger fucking his hole and “Fuck yeah, you want my ass, don’t you?” With his mouth full of cock, Joe responded by jabbing his finger all the way in. Mark dove back down, covering Joe’s cock with spit and throat slime while tugging on his balls. Years of wrestling taught Joe many moves but his favorite was taking a sex partner and flipping them over before they knew what happened. Mark suddenly found himself on his back and Joe quickly moved between his legs. His slick cock was pointed straight at Mark’s hole and he looked down at his older brother with an evil grin. Mark looked back up at Joe with his own smile and just nodded. The last of his bro-sex fantasies was about to come true and each version played out in his mind. None were as hot as the reality right now. Joe slid his cock into his brother’s cunt with a single, long stroke. His balls were resting on Mark’s ass and his cock was throbbing, coating his guts with poz precum. “Fuck me Joey. Fuck and breed me. I’ve waited months for you to fuck me. Every time I saw you fuck a guy I wished it was me” Mark said. Joe pulled half-way back and slammed back in. “Do it Joey, pound my ass and recharge me.” Joe pulled almost all the way out and shoved his cock in, bouncing off of Mark’s butt. Mark kept encouraging Joe and enjoyed watching his muscles flex as he pummeled Mark’s hole. Joe kept thrusting deep into his brother’s ass - starting at rough and getting rougher with each passing minute. He didn’t know why, but it felt so good. Mark worked his ass muscles around Joe’s toxic shaft and kept up the verbal encouragement. It wasn’t begging like he heard from many chasers, but just reassured him that his brother wanted it as bad as he did. Joe was pounding Mark into the bed and grunting each time he drove in. Both of them were covered in a sheen of sweat. Joe leaned forward and placed his palms on Mark’s chest and fucked even harder. The slap of skin and the grunts from both brothers could be heard even on the other side of the door. Joe wanted to keep fucking for hours, but his balls had other ideas. They pulled up tight against his body and his cock swelled. He could feel the cum rising and he tried to hold back but it was only a matter of minutes until his cock exploded. His eyes connected with Mark’s and each shot seemed to be in slow motion. He could feel the load pump in, filling Mark’s cunt with diseased sperm. A shot would fire and he would grunt followed by Mark yelling “Yeah!” Joe had no idea how many volleys of cum he actually shot inside Mark, but he didn’t care. It was one of those rare times where the act actually surpassed his expectation. He collapsed on top of Mark and kissed him deeply. Joe pulled out and then spooned behind his brother, pushing his half hard cock back into the ravaged hole. “Fuck, dude. You’re an animal” Mark said before they drifted off to sleep. Joe fucked Mark twice more that night, each time getting less brutal and more sensuous. In the morning, Mark was awakened by Joe fucking his ass again. He rolled over on his stomach and Joe rolled with him, pinning him to the bed and thrusting in until he pumped another charged load into Mark’s toxic hole. Joe and Mark jumped into the shower and washed each other clean. “Thanks for coming out here, Joe. I know after Thanksgiving, you weren’t looking forward to another holiday. But now we have a new tradition to keep going for years” Mark said as they toweled off. “Thank you, Mark. I don’t know how I could have made it through without you” Joe replied. Joe looked around and only saw his t-shirt and shorts from the night before and walked out of the bedroom naked to get his clothes. “Its about fucking time. You two sex fiends kept the whole building up all night” Kyle said with a grin. “Uh… Sorry” Joe said, looking embarrassed. “No worries, Eric kept me, uh… occupied” Kyle said as Eric rubbed his ass. Joe got dressed and they ate breakfast before heading to the airport. Joe and Kyle slept most of the flight back and met Aaron and Nick for the drive back to their apartment. The drive was quiet and when they were almost half way home Aaron said “You guys look like you need a vacation from your vacation. Did you fuck every guy in the state?” Joe chuckled and said “We tried, but didn’t quite tap them all.

Part 52 - New Years Party 3 “Where the fuck are those guys?” said Jonathan to Kyle. “You know how geeks are, they get all excited and start poking different things to see how stuff works” Kyle replied and then asked “I’m gonna get another drink, you want one?” “Yeah, sure. I’m going to wander around and see what’s outside” Jonathan said. Kyle went over to the bar area and mixed a couple drinks from the bottle of vodka they had brought down earlier and decided to stop by and say hello to Adam and Wes. He found them alone, gossiping about everyone at the party. “Hi, guys. Spot any fresh meat?” Kyle said as he walked up behind them. “Only a few. Who was the hottie you were talking to earlier?” Wes asked. Kyle chuckled and said “That’s why I’m here. If you happen to talk to him, can you keep quiet about Joe and I being poz? He’s the boyfriend of one of Joe’s future co-workers and Joe wants to keep it on the DL.” “No problem, Kyle. Is he fair game to hit on?” Wes asked. “I really don’t know. I heard he plays around, but is supposed to be monogamous” Kyle said. “Mmm, my kind of guy. I love cheating boyfriends” Wes said with a smirk. “If you want, I can introduce you. I’m sure he’d like another guy to talk to” said Kyle and the way Wes’s face lit up answered the question. The three of them walked over and found Jonathan oogling guys in the pool. Kyle handed Jonathan his drink saying “Jonathan, this is Wes and Adam. Joe and I met them in the hot tub the other day.” The four talked for a few minutes, mostly about the various guys at the party until Wes moved closer to Jonathan and rubbed his hand over Jonathan’s ass. “Damn, that feels nice” Wes said and Jonathan turned his head back and smiled, letting Wes feel all over his body. Wes pulled him tight and ground his hips into Jonathan’s ass. Kyle was making similar moves on Adam who stood there lightly moaning and pushing his ass back on Kyle’s crotch. “Let’s take this upstairs” Adam said, looking over at Wes, Jonathan and Kyle. “Uh, I don’t know. I’m waiting for Patrick to come back down” Jonathan said. “I’m sure it will be a while. You know how geeks get when they play with new things” Kyle said. Wes reached around and cupped Jonathan’s cock and balls and squeezed. “Ok, but I gotta do this quick and please don’t say anything” Jonathan said. The four guys went up to Adam and Wes’s apartment and as soon as they got in the door, Adam took Kyle’s hand and led him to his bedroom and Wes took Jonathan to his bedroom. Adam pulled Kyle’s shirt off and was pawing at his jeans trying to get inside. Kyle laughed to himself, remembering how only a few days earlier Adam wanted nothing to do with a poz guy. With Kyle’s jeans around his ankles, Adam began sucking his stiffening cock. Once he was fully hard, Kyle reached down and pulled Adam’s shirt off and pulled his face back to his cock. Kyle put his hands on Adam’s head and slowly fucked his face, going deeper until Adam’s face was tight against his pubes. Adam massaged his cock with his throat until Kyle felt him start to struggle to pull off. Kyle held firm a few more seconds and then let Adam move back and gasp for air. He loved the feeling of control and could sense Adam loved to be used. Kyle looked down at Adam’s face and he saw the fire in his eyes. He pulled him to his feet and pushed him towards the bed. Adam kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans and letting them fall to the floor as he climbed on the bed. Kyle slicked his cock up with spit and then spit on Adam’s winking hole before pushing it in with his finger. Knowing that Jonathan wanted to get back downstairs soon, Kyle skipped rimming Adam’s hairless ass and plunged in with his cock. Kyle quickly realized that he wasn’t the first cock in Adam this evening and started long stroking his pussy. Each hard thrust got a grunt from Adam who used his ass muscles to grip his cock. “How many loads, Adam?” Kyle asked. “Three, but I really want yours” Adam replied. “Fuck, yeah. All Wes’s?” Kyle asked curiously. “No, a few guys at the party fucked me in the sauna” Adam answered. It just turned Kyle on even more and he pounded Adam’s cunt even harder. As much as he wanted to save his loads for Patrick and Kai, he knew Adam’s hole deserved another dose of his bug. He fucked hard and rough and the last dozen thrusts that Kyle gave Adam really tore his ass up. Kyle pushed Adam’s head to the bed and let out a loud groan while he pumped his cum into Adam, making his hole even sloppier. When the throbbing stopped, Kyle slowly pulled out, looking at the cum pooling inside the gaping hole. Adam turned around and slurped up all of the cum on Kyle’s cock. “Do you have a plug? It would be a shame for you to lose that hot cum in your hole” Kyle said. Adam grinned and pulled one out of the night stand and shoved it into his hole. They dressed and Kyle gave Adam a kiss, tasting his and the other three guy’s cum. Jonathan was almost completely naked by the time they got to Wes’s bed. He sunk to his knees and grabbed Wes’s cock sucking it to full length and covering it with spit. Wes grabbed the bottle of poppers and took two deep hits before pulling out of Jonathan's mouth and passing the bottle to Jonathan. While Jonathan huffed, Wes coated his cock in lube and then watched Jonathan lay back on the bed and raise his legs up. Wes moved in and heard Jonathan say “Condom?” “I never use em. I like it bare and I’m on prep” Wes said as he pressed his cock to Jonathan’s hole. Nothing more was said and Wes just pushed in with one continuous motion. He could feel his precum drip and coat Jonathan’s guts and he waited there, fully implanted in Jonathan’s hole, letting him get used to his cock. He looked at Jonathan’s eyes and could see how much he wanted to get fucked. Wes slowly withdrew until just his cock head was just inside and then rammed his cock in hard. “FUCK!” Jonathan yelled out. Wes did it again and then started to piston in and out of Jonathan’s hungry hole. Wes doubted that many guys covered up before fucking Jonathan and he let most everyone, including strangers, bareback his hole and then breed him too. Wes heard Jonathan whimper and then start to beg for him to cum inside him. His strokes were hard and it wasn’t long before Wes’s balls started to tingle. Asking for a condom and then begging to be bred in less than ten minutes told Wes that Jonathan was a cumdump that needed more seed inside him. Wes pushed his legs back as he buried his cock all the way in and then felt his load shoot into Jonathan’s empty hole. “Oh my god that felt good” Jonathan said as the spasms subsided and all of Wes’s seed was planted deep inside him. Wes pulled out and was disappointed when Jonathan didn’t offer to clean his cock. He grabbed his cum rag and wiped his cock off and put his clothes back on. Jonathan laid there naked a few more moments and then got up and got dressed. They walked out into the living room just as Kyle and Adam were walking out of the other bedroom. “Good timing” Wes said with a laugh. They wandered down to the clubhouse and Patrick, Mark and Joe were standing near the bar area mixing a drink. Jonathan panicked. Joe asked Kyle with a smirk “Where were you guys?” Thinking quickly, Kyle made up a lame excuse and said “Oh, Wes and Adam were showing Jonathan their aquarium.” Patrick looked even paler than normal and more than a little exhausted. It was obvious that both he and Jonathan were avoiding eye contact with each other, hoping the other wouldn’t suspect their transgressions. They stood around chatting and commenting about some of the other party goers that had been drinking way too much. Kyle intentionally bumped into Joe, and spilled his drink on his shirt. “Crap! I’ll be back in a few, guys. I’m going upstairs to change shirts” Kyle said.

[ I tried something different with this chapter. I'm not sure how it turned out, but I'm sure I'll hear about it! ] Part 48 - Flashback The smell of poppers and cum filled the air and the sounds of the chains jangled as the muscled hulk slammed in and grunted as his highly toxic jizz flooded into the sloppy cunt. “Oh yeah, give me that dirty load” Frank yelled back at the guy. He looked up at the top’s body, from his bulging muscles and well defined torso, veins clearly visible on his arms, the biohazard tattoo on his left pec and finally up to his face where the snarl told him “you are so fucked” without a word being spoken. Who knows how many diseases this guy had just pumped into him. Frank knew he had to have him when he saw most of the guys in the bathhouse scurry away as he walked through looking for his next victim. HIV didn’t scare Frank. He had made sure that he had taken many charged loads from his son until he too was infected. He kept taking them afterwards, since he was so turned on by getting fucked and bred by his own son who never seemed to run out of that delicious poz cum. But variety is the spice of life, as they say, and he sought out as many other strains as he could. “How the fuck could I have gotten to this point” he wondered. He had always loved the feeling of being with another guy. It felt completely different than when he had sex with women. Sex with guys was always about the base need to fuck or be fucked. Just animal sex between two guys who knew what men craved from sex. When he got married, he swore off gay sex and was a devoted husband and then father to their son Ric. As Ric got older he sensed that his son was just like him, but maybe even more so. Ric wasn’t as outgoing as Frank and as far as he could tell wasn’t even sexually active. Once Ric turned 18, Frank decided he needed to prod his offspring into finding the joy of sex. First he hired a female escort to show him how to have sex. She seemed willing and even turned on to be his first. She left after only a half hour and told him later his son was “a fag.” Apparently he never got hard and barely made it to first base. After a few weeks of perusing male escorting sites, he came across an ad for a guy that was only a few years older than Ric. The pictures turned him on. He almost hired the guy for himself, since he liked the looks of the muscular jock. The ad oozed confidence and yet didn’t seem too intimidating. He liked the tattoos on the guy and pieced a few pictures together to see that the lower tattoo was of a scorpion. He searched the internet and found out what the symbolism of it was in the gay community these days. It turned him on even more, but he didn’t know why. He had stopped having gay sex when he met his future wife. He had used condoms occasionally up to that point. His whole sex life had been during the AIDS crisis and after. He saw the pictures and they weren’t pretty. He had ignored the issue since it didn’t affect him while he was living a straight life. But now, thinking that his son was probably gay and his wife had stopped having sex with him a few years earlier and told him that their sex life was over, he started thinking that maybe he should return to having sex with men to satisfy his needs. But this was a whole new world to him. Here was someone who was infected with HIV and proud of it enough to have it broadcast to the world with his very permanent ink. He sent off the message explaining the situation and had gotten a prompt reply from the guy, Dave. It seemed weird having a conversation about having sex with a guy as a business transaction and even weirder that he was setting this guy up with his probably virgin son. “If it goes well, I’ll hire him too” thought Frank. He talked several times to Dave about the meeting with his son and each time found himself stroking his cock wanting to change the appointment for himself instead. He got the hotel room as suggested by Dave. It seemed expensive, but Dave told him it was well equipped for a day and night of fun. When he checked in, the guy at the front desk just oozed sex. Frank would have done almost anything to have an hour or two of wild sex with him. The guy looked straight but he had this feeling inside that he wasn’t. He seemed to be just like the guys he had searched out when he was younger. Masculine, bearded, hairy, confident and a burning desire for sex with other men. Ric had been even more exasperated with Frank at meeting another escort after the first, embarrassing session. In the end, Ric did as Frank asked, but Frank knew this was his last chance at anything like this. He left Ric sitting in the hotel room and sat in his car until the meeting time with Dave. Frank was sure he was more nervous than Ric was. Ric seemed to be completely uninterested in meeting someone for sex. Maybe he didn’t want his parents to know that he liked guys more than girls. Frank had hundreds of thoughts going through his mind. He waited and waited. It had been over an hour since the meeting time and he had seen a guy walk into the hotel room right at the time Dave was supposed to be there, but Frank had been too far away to know if it was Dave. No one came out of the room and he was too scared to get close to see if he could hear any noises. He went and got a hotel room on the other side of town near the interstate and a six pack of beer and watched gay porn on his laptop for the rest of the night. Frank woke up early and checked his phone for the thousandth time, making sure that Ric hadn’t called him to pick him up. Frank went down to get the free breakfast offered at the hotel, but wasn’t really hungry. He was even more nervous now. What if something happened to Ric? What if Dave was really a murderer? He loved his son more than anything in the world. How could he have been so reckless and left him in a hotel room with an HIV positive whore for a whole day and night? He had been projecting his own forbidden fantasies on his young son. He even rationalized that HIV wasn’t an issue any more. If Ric was gay he probably would get infected sooner or later and it made sense to get it over with so he didn’t worry like Frank had. They probably used condoms anyway if they had sex he thought then. He looked down at his plate and he had only taken two bites out of the muffin and the apple still sat there without a mark. His coffee was now cold and the cup almost full. He tossed the muffin and plate in the trash, poured the coffee down the sink and took the apple back to his room. He waited and waited. Time seemed to just crawl along until it was finally time to go pick up Ric. Or maybe claim the body. He packed up, checked out and drove back over to the other hotel and parked. There wasn’t any police tape around the door, so maybe everything was OK. Or they hadn’t found the body yet. He tentatively knocked on the door and it took an hour for someone to open it. Or ten seconds, he couldn’t tell which. The door opened just a bit and he heard the guy say “Yes?” Frank said “I know I’m a bit early, but I was kind of anxious to find out if Ric’s ok and if he had a good time.” The door opened the rest of the way and Dave stood there in just a jockstrap and nothing else. Frank felt his cock jolt awake. He looked up and down Dave’s body and he realized that the pictures didn’t do him justice. He was a magnificent human specimen. Tight muscles, not overdone or roided up. A smile that could melt your heart and a nice bulge in his jockstrap that said he could probably fuck you for days. Frank was brought out of his daze when Joe told him “Yeah, I think it went well, but the real judge is Ric. You have a great son there, Frank. You should be proud of him.” Frank nodded and said “Oh, I am. I just want the best for him.” He wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to ask, but he did anyway, trying to be discrete and not let Ric hear. He whispered “Uh…. I gotta ask… Is he really… gay?” Joe smiled back at Frank and replied to him quietly “Oh yeah, he proved that pretty quickly. I hope you’re ok with it and it won’t change how you feel about him.” Frank nodded. He sat there for a few uncomfortable seconds and swallowed hard before asking “And, did you fuck him? And… knock him up?” He saw a confused look on Dave’s face and knew that while they hadn’t discussed HIV status before the meeting, he was bringing it up now. Joe replied “Yeah, we both fucked each other.” Frank explained “I saw your tattoo in the pictures. One of the reasons I chose you was that I’m guessing you are poz and I wanted Ric to get it out of the way and not have to worry about becoming poz. It’s going to happen sometime if he’s gay, right?” Frank saw the surprise in Dave’s face and he then got very serious saying “It doesn’t have to happen. There’s ways to prevent it. Condoms, prep, being careful with who you fuck.” Frank realized that he had indeed projected his desires on his son. He tried to rationalize it by telling Dave “Yeah, but its easier to just get it over with and he can now do everything without worry.” Before Dave could reply and continue the awkward conversation Ric walked out of the bathroom. Frank looked at his son and couldn’t believe his eyes. His son was no longer the awkward, nerdy kid with the messy hair and the scraggly beard. He could tell it was Ric, but just barely. The clothes he was wearing fit tight and showed off his young body. Ric wasn’t muscled like Dave but the tight shirt let everyone know he was a lean sexy guy. The jeans were cut low and showed off both his bulge and his ass. Frank had never thought his son was hot, but that now changed. Frank blurted out “Oh my god.” He paused and then said “I didn’t expect you to do anything but talk and maybe have some fun.” Frank heard his son’s voice ask him “You like it dad?” Frank nodded his head and said “You look so handsome. Sexy even.” Frank saw his son smile and he realized that any concerns he had about Ric were now gone. Dave then revealed how he had wanted Ric to get pozzed and he was embarrassed that he would do something like that, but Ric seemed to be ok with it. More than OK, since Ric suggested that he get fucked by Dave too. He was shocked, surprised and turned on all at the same time. Ric encouraged him, but he wasn’t sure he was ready to have his son watch him get fucked. Suddenly he found himself in a position he hadn’t been in in a very long time - on his knees in front of another man. He didn’t really know how he got in that position, but it was just like he had dreamed the night before. He sucked his first cock in a very long time and enjoyed every second of it. When he saw his son get aroused watching him suck cock he was shocked. He couldn’t believe how well endowed his son was and then felt disgusted that he wanted to suck his own son’s cock. But disgust turned to lust and he wanted to suck that long, thick shaft. He kept becoming more of a sex pig when he stood there on his knees sucking both cocks, back and forth. Then he found himself kneeling on the bed. He felt Dave’s pierced cock push into his tight ass and all those memories of taking dick decades earlier came back to him. He knew then that he wasn’t going to deprive himself of the pleasures of getting fucked by another man. He remembered getting spit-roasted by Dave and his son and how great it felt. He was jolted back to the present when he felt a guy slam into his ass and grunt “you’re pozzed now, whore” and pull out. He looked up and it wasn’t the muscled guy, but an older black guy with gray in his beard and a large belly. It was only seconds and another guy shoved his cock into Frank’s cum filled hole. He remembered when he was back in the hotel room with Ric and Dave and Dave had leaned over and whispered in his ear “Yeah, I’m poz and not on meds so I’m really toxic. I knocked your son up and now its your turn. You can convert together.” He couldn’t believe how hearing those words turned him on. What he had tried to avoid his whole life was now happening and his cock began to shoot cum all over the bed. Hearing his son tell Dave to breed him caused him to begin shooting his load again. HIs ass spasmed and milked the poz cum out of Dave and into his guts. Frank didn’t think it could get any hotter than that until he heard Dave tell Ric to fuck him. He felt his son’s cock drive deep into his hole, but couldn’t feel his son’s body against his ass. Ric started thrusting in harder and harder and Frank couldn’t remember ever having a cock that deep inside him. And then there was the pain as Ric drove in even further. His cock just kept going in and hitting a wall inside him until he broke through. The pain went back to pleasure after a while but it ended way too soon when he felt his son cum inside him. He wanted more. He needed more. But thats all he got that day. He remembered sneaking into Ric’s room late one night after Ric had been sick and begging him to fuck him. He knew that he might have not gotten infected from Dave and now that he knew his son was poz he wanted Ric to make sure he got pozzed too. Ric had fucked him a lot - almost daily for a few weeks until he got sick too and Ric told him to go to the clinic and get tested. Frank remembered that was when he became a total pig. He volunteered for business trips so he could go to other cities and fuck or get fucked by random guys he would pick up. If the city had a bathhouse, he was there after taking care of work. Sometimes he would pick up other guys on business and fuck them in the room or get fucked. It was always bare. If the guy wanted a condom then he wasn’t interested. He loved it when a guy would ask his status after he had bred them. He always said “I’m not sure but probably neg” claiming that he rarely barebacks. And thats how he ended up here, laying in a sling with guy after guy shooting their charged spunk deep inside his poz cunt. He had put an ad up looking for toxic tops to breed him at the bathhouse and more than a few showed up. He looked up at the guy currently fucking him who was probably in his late sixties with all the signs of wasting. “Yeah, I knew when you let Bobby fuck you, you’d take any load. If you’re not already poz, you will be after all these toxic loads soak into you” the guy said as he grunted and Frank felt yet another bugged load pump inside him. When the guy left, Frank got out of the sling and wandered around trying to find some hopefully neg bottom to breed but they seemed to run away when they saw him coming, knowing that he was a poz cumdump looking to leave his mark on someone. Frank headed back to the hotel and started looking online for someone to tag. He shoved a plug in to hold the loads in his ass and then opened his computer. His search was always the same - neg or not sure bottom or vers guys, either not caring about his status, not asking, or looking for poz cum. He never failed at finding at least one guy every time and was sure he was leaving a trail of newly poz guys all around the country. He tried a different site and there he was: BB bottom, 26 wm, 5ft6, 128lbs, shaved body, neg, recently tested, blindfolded, send pic in 1st msg He sent off a cock pic and a pic with his head cut off and waited for the reply. It came quicker than most and after two more messages, he was off to meet the guy. He walked into the guy’s apartment and heard “Hi daddy. I’m in the bedroom. Are you ready to fuck your boy?” He followed the voice and turned the corner to see a guy matching the description on his knees with his ass up and a hood over his head. “No blowjob, I guess” Frank thought and he took his clothes off, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He tongue fucked the guy and heard him moan. He finger fucked the guy more roughly and the moans became groans. After he worked three fingers in the guy, he stood behind and shoved his cock in. At first it was only a quarter of the way in, but past the outer ring and he felt the guy shake and quiver at the invasion. “You want daddy’s cock all the way inside you?” he asked. “Yes, daddy, please fuck and breed your boy” the bottom said without hesitation. Frank thought it was weird. Every time he would fuck one of these younger guys they would call him daddy, but he never would fuck his own son. He was a poz bottom bitch for his son, and he didn’t want that to ever change. He loved every time his son fucked him and always left with a large poz load inside him. These guys were different. They wanted a bare fuck and he would give it to them along with a fully charged load of cum. The guy he was fucking now was just like them, but maybe a slightly better bottom. The guy worked his ass around Frank’s cock, trying to get Frank to shoot his load in. Frank wanted this fuck to last a bit longer and he stretched it out almost 10 minutes more before he buried his cock inside the boy’s hole and felt his balls pump another load of virus filled cum into the guy. “Thank you daddy” the guy yelled out as his cum shot out. Frank pulled his cock out and wiped it on the sheets and got dressed, his cock sated for a few more hours. He walked out of the apartment, got in his car and drove back to the hotel. Another successful business trip in the books.

Chris leaked when Manetti squeezed his dick. His still hard purple head was covered in spooge and Manetti wanted to torture the kid for a bit, polishing his nob, just cuz he could. The palm of his hand went back and forth as Chris squirmed in pleasure and pain under his control. “Stop! Nooo,” he laughed howling and thrashing. The wall phone in the kitchen immediately began to ring and light flood into their darkened room from across the airshaft. The light brought Manetti more in focus to Chris, breaking their intimacy slightly. As his mind settled back from his raging high, what they had just done started to frighten him a little. Manetti’s slimy cock slid out of Chris' ass like a fat slug. There was an audible 'plop' like a cork as it popped out of the grip of his sphincter, and he felt a small amount of liquid dribbled out his crack, down his tail bone and slide under his back. Manetti went into the kitchen and picked up the receiver and silently listened. "Thanks," he finally said. "Yes, he definitely has a hot pussy, Master," said Manetti into the receiver. The long phone cord allowed him to come back into the room talking. "We were that loud, huh?" He gave Chris an 'oops' look. "Well, I'm glad it enticed you, Sir." Manetti paused, then was quiet for quite a while, considering the proposal from the person on the other end of the line. He grew serious looking at Chris while the voice on the other end continued speaking. There was a pause on the other end, seeming to wait for Manetti to reply. Then the voice added a few words, which brought a smile to Manetti’s lips. "Well, we were probably going to bed, but I think our boy could be convinced otherwise. What do you say, Chief?" Manetti asked the bound boy covering the mouthpiece. "Up for a drop-by to my Master’s? Could be worth your while," he said rubbing his fingers together and wiggling his dark brows. "Even might be the beginning of a long term plan. A little for you, a cut for me, and the rest for Master. Maybe the plan you were looking for, Chief." Manetti’s teeth glowed in the light from across the airshaft. Chris gave him an I-don’t-know look in return. Frankly, he'd do what Manetti wanted him to do as long as Manetti was there. Back to the phone, he said, "Sure, the kid's psyched to meet you. We’ll come over right away." He paused. "Yes, Sir, I know what you like. I'll get him prepped just like that. Right, give us a little time then." Another pause, then a finger went up Chris’ hole. “Yep, he’s still wet but his hole is tightening.” Manetti sucked his finger smiling at Chris. “Sure, I have some G. Will do.” He went back into the kitchen and hung up. "Boy, to get through this night, I think we need to up your game." Manetti came back into the room and stopped by the bookcase and picked up the box with the orange tipped needles. He came over to Chris, who suddenly became alarmed, shook his head emphatically side to side. Manetti saw the kid stressing and put his hand on his face to reassure him. “Nah, Chief, nothing like that,” he said lifting out a little vial of liquid, putting a reassuring hand on Chris’ beating heart. “Only a couple of drops of G right now to prep you.” He took an eyedropper and counted out some drops in his water glass, swirled it around, and put the class up to Chris’ mouth. “What is it?” “Something that’ll take the edge of the booty bump I gave you. Makes you relax. Kind of like a warm bathtub. Nasty tasting though,” he broke into an evil grin. “But you like nasty, right?” Chris took a sip and made a face. “Yeah, I know. Here, I’ll take some too so we’ll be on the same planet, okay?” Manetti drank and made the same face as Chris. He got Chris to drink a little more. “Drink me, Alice,” Manetti said in a tiny voice. “You’ll need it to get through the door.” Chris gave him a blank look. “Never mind. Here, take this too. It’s a muscle relaxer. I think you’ll need it.” He put a white pill on Chris' tongue, and let him wash it down with a last sip from the glass. “Why do I need a muscle relaxer? Is he going to fuck me, Mike?” “Most definitely, he’s going to fuck you, buddy, and he’s a lot bigger than me, and I ain’t no small zucchini, am I?” “Oh shit.” Chris' head fell backward. “Yeah, but on the bright side look how hard you are. I gotta warn you though, if you come with me, Master Drax does believes in everyone slamming and doesn’t take no for an answer. So rule number one: never say no. He has lots of ways to make you say yes and they aren't any fun, believe me. Second rule: don't say 'I can't.' To him that translates to 'I won't.'" Chris looked trouble. Manetti went on, "Your Catholic so you'll get this: Saying no means he can always change your mind, so to him that's a venial sin. But refusing him outright, saying you won't? That's a mortal sin. And you don't want to do that. Ever. Got it?” “I think I wanna stay here, if that’s alright.” “You're scared of needles cuz of your ma, huh?” asked Manetti, with a note of compassion. “Your brother told me she was tasting even before Carl came sniffing around. He said last time he checked in with you guys, she was living with Carl, but she was married to her H.” “Can you untie me?” Chris asked. Manetti removed his cuffs and Chris slid out of the sling and sat on the futon crossed legged. He started looking around the room then looked at his boner. “Man, is this ever going down?” He tried to make a joke of it, but Manetti saw the G was making only a mild dent in his mood. He was playing again with himself, pinching his nipples, which seemed to be something new to him, was a tactic, thought Manetti, to try and take his mind off his family and this, Manetti saw, wasn't working. The Prior Puss was taking over the evening. Manetti knew he had to distract the kid for a while for the G to take full effect. “Hey, how’d you like me to shave you?" Chris perked up and looked at him curiously. "I shave Ben all the time and he loves it. It’ll really calm you down. It goes well with G too. Wanna try?" His caterpillar eyebrows wiggled. "I love shaving your brother.” “What do I do?” “Nothing but lie there. Just look pretty." Manetti went toward the bathroom. "Like you could ever not look pretty.” The words did their job and Chris laid down smiling. Manetti went in and made preparations. Chris lay there blushing and grinning to himself. He could see why Ben liked this guy. “But I like my bush,” he called out to Manetti in mock protest. He felt his small bush. Not much of one he had to admit. “You clip it, baby. Think it makes you look bigger, right? Ya’know you got nothing to be ashamed of.” He came back in with a bowl of water, shaving cream, and a straight razor. "I know you'll enjoy this." He sat next to Chris, and set out his wares. "Listen: Master Drax has special tastes. We're start with the simplest. He likes his new boys shaved. Everywhere." Manetti wrang out a wash cloth over the pan and soak the little bit of blond pubes Chris had. "You like keeping it short. But maybe you don't want them at all. Prefer to stay a boy." He sprayed foam in his hand and covered Chris' pubes. For pleasure or torture, he also coated his shaft and balls, massaging it in until Chris was squirming again in his hand. A few well-placed strokes of the razor and Chris' pubes were gone. He spent special time kneading his balls, flattening them out, squeezing them hard. Part pain and eventually part pleasure for Chris. "Lay your arms back." His pits were easy to shave. While on the second pit, Manetti said, "Man, how long since you showered, boy?" "A month, I guess." Chris was starting to float in his body. He succumbed the water and the warmth of the rag. With Manetti taking care of him, they were bonding closer. It was a feeling he didn't want to stop. "A month?" he asked incredulously. "Last gym class I took, I guess. After that I stopped going to school." "Well, no wonder you smell like a hobo." He gave a small laugh as he scraped the last of Chris' arm pit hair. "Master's probably gonna like your smell. Once I finish your butt, I should probably douse you with a finishing touch." Chris opened his eyes to see Manetti pretending to take a wiz on him. Chris mouthed silently, fuck, yeah, agreeing to whatever came into Manetti's dirty mind. "Up, Chief. Back in the sling." Chris got up slowly, then slunk back in the sling and put his legs in the stirrups. Manetti moved down below Chris' butt hole, pulled up a stool and started soaping his crack. To Chris, the feeling was sensuous; to Manetti it was salacious. He played with the boy's hole for a while, prying it apart with two fingers up and down, and then side to side. He spat in it and pulled some of his own cum out to use as lube. He stuck a finger deep inside, rubbing his prostate and generally feeling out the kid's hole. Chris head lolled to the side enjoying the sensations, looking up to the mirror occasionally catching Manetti brown head studying his anal anatomy. Soon, with a few deft strokes, his cheeks were soft and smooth. His purple hand prints were fading to pink. "Okay, hardest part. You're nicely stretched but I want you to remain totally relaxed." He took the straight razor and made micro-scrapes against the boy sphincter. Each stroke made the boy clench. He stopped for a moment, stood up, and smacked his ass hard. "I'm serious now, boy. Stop flinching or I'm going to slice you. I'm a lot more careful than Master would be, so you want me doing this, not him." Chris bit his lip. He liked when Manetti ordered him around, but he was apprehensive if he could keep his hole perfectly relaxed. "I'll try." "Rule three: there is no try, only do. Think Yoda. Seriously, I'm going to put this inside you," he said holding up the straight razor. "I'll be twisting it a full three-sixty. If Master finds even one hair in there I can guarantee you your ass is going to be a bloody mess when he's done. Trust me, I know. Picture my hole for a minute. Yours is a piece of cake." Chris felt the warm washcloth wipe the remainder of soap away. He then felt Manetti's tongue circle his hole, licking the edges then spiraling deep inside. It felt fantastic. His hole relaxed even more the deeper Manetti's tongue went. Then he felt the cool razor slide ever so gently and slowly into his hole. He concentrated on how relaxed he was under Manetti's spell, how much he liked him, put all his trust in him. Thought only of that. He felt the razor slowly twisted around his open hole. Six, then seven nicks of stray hairs he felt intensely as if they were being ripped out of him. Still he remained open. "Good boy. I'm coming out." The blade fell out slowly. It almost tickled. At the last moment of contact, however, he couldn't hold back a last minute flinch. The blade pricked him only slightly, but enough to draw a small trickle of blood. It stung and his sphincter went into delayed spasms, pushing some residual cum out his hole. Manetti lapped at it without without scolding him. His tongue was soothing though Chris knew blood, saliva and Manetti's cum was mixing in his wound. But the lapping tongue was hypnotic. Minutes went by silently. His sphincter stopped clenching and he lightly dozed off feeling Manetti tongue going on for eternity. Not caring what happened next. Remembering only Manetti's tongue lulling him to sleep. He would fall asleep every night like this if he was Manetti's. *** But he wasn't Manetti's. First one hand was pulled up and buckled in place. Then the other. Still he was content and floating like a baby in a swing. "Good boy. Now for your reward." From far away he heard the words and responded like he was still asleep. "What?" His words felt unnaturally slow coming out of him. "Wait." He realized his arms were again bound. "Wait. What...?" Through droopy eyes he saw Manetti take out a prepared point. "Just a small one, Chief. It'll put you in the right frame of mind to meet Master. He's expecting it." Manetti tied a rubber tourniquet around Chris' small bicep and began tapping the crook of his arm. It was pretty easy to find a vein on the skinny boy. He found a juicy one and told the kid to hold still or he might hurt him. Chris stopped squirming and watched with fascinated horror as the needle found it target. "Stick. Tell me if this burns." A swirl of red flooded into the vile and slowly Manetti unloaded the liquid into Chris' vein. The boy felt nothing immediately as Manetti withdrew the needle and pressed his thumb on the point of entry. His other hand unleashed the tourniquet, just as the boy coughed. Chris panicked. Manetti stood above him, his face easing into that large shark smile he'd had before. "That's it, my red blooded American boy." He watched the kid flush beet red, going through alternating phases. Panic turned to ecstasy, turned back to panic. "Just ride it. That's it. Enjoy it." "Too intense." Manetti leaned over Chris' face. He knew what would help the kid. He pushed his pec out to hover over his face, unleashing one of the boy's arms. Chris put his hand on Manetti's chest, felt the muscle flexing just for him. He caressed the hair, found the pierced nipple. Manetti bent even lower to the boy. Chris started sucking away, nursing like an infant, both metal and flesh. Chris looked up at Manetti and met the shark smile with one of his own. A smile shaded with a bit of evil he'd never let out before. He struggled to get up forgetting his other hand was still bound. Manetti helped him get it off. Chris buried his face in the man's chest, inhaling him, licking him. Put his face under Manetti’s armpit. Manetti took pleasure in letting him lick the pit, then helped him get up. Chris slid off the sling and began pacing around the bedroom murmuring fuck repeatedly. "How's that feel? You like?" Chris couldn't form any words but held up his thumb. "Go ahead and lay down. Enjoy the rush. Just ride it through." As he sat he fell back, feeling like he was falling down a rabbit hole, that the ceiling was rising above him, his vision was crossed and he felt the rush of euphoria jet through him. He was giddy, flush with excitement, he only wished Manetti's cock was back inside him. "Fuck," he grabbed onto the only words that made sense, confessing, "I feel like a little boy with you. I want you to molest me." He felt around his smooth, wet hole and stuck a couple of fingers inside. Manetti laugh. "You feel it don't you. Feel all those carnal urges you've buried. You want to suck a dog dick, don't you?" "Yeah. Big horse dick. Your dick. I want to be buried in cum. I want you to fist me like those guys are doing." He flicked his head at the TV where a black guy was punch fisting a young guy in a sling. "I want you to fist me like you and Ben fist. I want you to use dildoes on me and make me have a huge cunt like yours. I want you to fist me to your elbow and your armpit. I want to feel your hairy pit rub against my hole." "Looks like you like-y? And that's just a teeny bit. More to come at Master Drax." Manetti put the orange cap back on the syringe, and pointed the camera back on the boy as he rolled around feeling all his erogenous zones, spewing a watershed of perversions. Manetti left him to his pleasure, feeling his hole, pulling on his flaccid dick, tweeking his nipples, going at them all with abandon. He went over to the closet and pulled out chaps and put them on, then pulled out a chastity cage out of a drawer and put it in his pocket. He went into the kitchen where he took the metal lid off the bathtub. Fuck, he heard Chris repeating, unable to contain himself. He heard a never-ending stream of fucks and perverted ideas spewing out of the kid's mouth, that he wanted Jeff to fuck him, for Carl to fuck him. He wanted to have someone at work named Shakir cover him in Valvoline oil and fuck him. He wanted to get fucked in the gas station toilet. He wanted the gas station owner named Duke to fuck him from behind while he licked the urinal. “You think I stink, man? You should smell that toilet some time. It's righteous foul!” The kid had an imagination! He enjoyed how spun the kid was on such a little amount, how open he was to anything right now. As a test Manetti came back in the room and picked up a filthy jock strap, held it out for the boy to smell. "What do you think of this? It's your brothers." The boy sniffed it and then began to tear into it. He sucked it and his saliva made the jock wet and unlocked the odor of piss emanating from the stains. "You want to wear it over your face to meet Master? I know he'd love that. He's a nasty mother fucker like no one you've ever met." Chris was almost unrecognizable animal in his drug frenzy, nothing at all like he was when he first came in the door. He was so into it with the jock, it looked like he hardly heard what Manetti was saying. "Ya'know, you’re lucky I took your cherry. Master Drax wouldn't have been so gentle." "I don’t think," he managed to get out while chewing the jock strap, "that you were that gentle." He was high on piss fumes, high on the residual cum, reeling in lust sucking his brother's jock. He looked at Manetti like an idea had just struck him. "I liked it rough.” "I'll relay that thought, boy. C'mon, get up. You’re ready to meet Master. He's got a wide variety in his stable. The rougher, the more money he'll make off you. The less limits, the more we’ll all make. Think you'll like that?" Chris bobbed his head, agreeing to anything Manetti said to him. He sprung up and put the wet jock around his neck. Manetti steered him into the kitchen, told him to get in the tub. "You need a douse before we go." "Douse of what?" Chris asked, stepping in. "Master likes raunch, heavy raunch. Let's get you prepped and stinkin'. Open your mouth, pig. You know you want it." He hadn't thought about it but was susceptible to any suggestion coming from his idol. He laid down in the tub and opened his mouth. Manetti immediately covered him in piss, going up and down the kid's naked body. Chris ran his hands up over his torso like he was washing himself. He let out a low moan of pleasure. "Warm," he sighed. "Open." Chris stopped rubbing and opened his mouth, propping himself up on his elbows. Manetti took aim and hit his mark right on target. "Swallow." The boy obeyed. It was salty and bitter and came out of Manetti, so he guzzled the piss letting it splash in his mouth, and gulped it down into his stomach. "Good pig. You like that, pig boy?" Chris bobbed his head. Without prompting he leaned back and spread his legs to expose his hole to Manetti. "Okay, you fucking filth pig." With that, Manetti let a stream of piss hit his hole. Some went in and the kid pushed it out like a mini-geyser. "You stinkin’ fuck pig! Get up—you’re ready.” Chris scrambled getting up. They both stopped for a second regarding each other, listening to the remains of piss draining down the pipe. Two massive shark grins flashed between them. Manetti helped him step out of the tub; Chris' platinum hair yellow and flattened, his eyes electric.

I did it in a funeral home once. Was almost found by the studs wife. Was so hot.

Part XVI I was really drunk and could not seem to keep a thought going. It seemed like I had been getting fucked by several poz guys again, but just could not seem to comprehend it. I remember wondering what I had been drinking, and was was it about the booze cause I was, I thought, just sitting here at same the table we had occupied since we arrived. In any event I remember thinking 'Damn, I've got to quit drinking so much when out', and my brain seemed wooden, and my ass felt wet, perhaps even a little sore. I also remember thinking 'Oh, well, it looks like my buddies are all in a good mood'. I wondered if the one we brought here to get pozzed up had gotten loaded or not. I tried to ask but could barely speak. My buddies, however, apparently understood me, as one of them remarked "He probably will be as he got a good 15 or so loads in his ass." I remembering joining the laughter, and this time managed to add "Yep, I bet he does this time." This started a new wave of laughter and some gesturing in my direction, but I couldn't quite understand that. Not sure, but I think one of the guys is saying something about the bar getting ready to close in a few and why don't we all go back to his place for a bit. Not sure who is talking but seems they are all agreed. I tell them I had better head for home but they are telling me I am too drunk to drive and might as well come along with them until I sober up. Sounds reasonable to me I guess. A couple of them pretty much have to hold me up to get out the door and into a car. Next thing I remember then is them helping me get out of the car again when we arrived. I don't seem to recognize the house though and am told it is the guy from the parade's place. They help me up the walk and into the house and take me into a room and kind of help me lay down to sleep it off. As I am drifting off it seems like there are more than just my 5 friends and the parade guy there but I am not sure. Again I kind of drift back to aware, somewhat, and am feeling like I am moving. I open my eyes and try to focus but still really out of it. I think I am naked now it seems. I am moving and try to shake the cobwebs but not doing real good at that. Looks like some chains hooked to the ceiling and mirrors and maybe two guys showing in them with one apparently fucking the other? WOW, must be dreaming again about the parade and kind of drift off again. When I open my eyes again I am in a bed and naked as hell. Where the hell am I? Also, it feels like someone else naked and in the bed with me. I can also feel something at my ass. I reach down and open my legs up some and what the hell, it feels like a cock buried in my ass. Can't be. But it sure is and as I fell it, whoever it belongs to all at once starts to move and his cock goes in deeper and I moan. Damn, my ass is sore as hell but it also feels great too, but what the hell is going on? I turn my head to look over my shoulder just as the guy starts to really pound my hole. It takes me a minute to recover from that and then I recognize him. The POZ GUY from the parade. What the hell is going on here? I try to move away but he has a good grip on me and is really pounding my hole hard now. I try to tell him to stop but can't get the words out from the sensations flowing from my ass to my cock. I can only move my ass back at him as he thrusts into me and my cock is hard as a rock now too. Another few minutes went by and then he held me even tighter announcing "Here it comes," as he buried his cock as deep as he could in my ass. I could feel it throb and my own cock erupted with a huge load. We lay like that for a bit and then as his cock slipped out of me, he rolled me over towards him, planting a kiss on my lips. I could do nothing but return it, even if I was completely confused. Finally after a bit he pulls away and sits up and climbs out of bed and heads for what I assume is the toilet. I laid there and tried to wrap my mind around what in the hell had happened and how was I here? Just couple of minutes later one of my work buds walked in, stark naked, and grinned commenting about me finally getting up. He came over to the bed and sat down next to me and before I knew it he had grabbed me and planted a kiss on me too. I pulled back and asked what the heck was going on anyway. He started to laugh and asked me if I was kidding? I said hell no, what happened, I don't hardly remember anything and really couldn't remember leaving the bar. My friend looked at me like I was crazy to start with. Then he grinned and asked if I remember what all I had been doing. I told him I just got up and have no idea what the hell was going on or how I ended up here and where were we and why did I just get fucked by the guy from the parade, and he is poz? My buddies mouth dropped open and he exclaimed you just got fucked again? I looked at him weird and asked what he meant by AGAIN? He told me I seem to have a lot to tell you. He wanted to know if I remembered getting fucked at the bar? I looked at him like he was crazy and told him there was no way. He laughed again, and told me I sure had and probably had gotten a good dozen loads in my ass there. My mouth dropped open as he told me that and went into some details also. I was really freaked out and then he told me that every one of those loads had also been poz and that each of my work buddies had fucked me too and couple of them had went twice there and the guy from the parade had also fucked me at the bar too. My eyes were really wide now, what the hell did I do? My buddy then started telling me about all of us leaving the bar and coming to the parade guy's house to drink some more. They had basically carried me in and stripped me and put in his sling to sleep mostly, but some of the other guys from the parade showed up also and with me naked and in the sling it wasn't long before one of those guys was loading my hole also and the everyone took a turn or two and some three. I told him to hold up a minute, that takes a lot of time. He told me it went on all night long before the parade bud got me out of the sling and brought me up here to his bed to sleep. He also said he had dumped another load in my ass in the bed then. I couldn't hold it back any longer and wanted to know the time. He told me it was probably 3 or 3:30 in the afternoon now. My chin had to drop to the floor, that fucking long. How the hell many loads did I get in my ass? My friend said he wasn't sure but probably had to be a good two dozen total if not more. I could not comprehend this again. It then dawned on me that my cock which had just exploded a short time ago was back hard again and my friend was rubbing my bare leg up and down and stopping just short of my cock. As I noticed this the guy from the parade had walked back in and my friend leaned towards me and kissed me again as I looked in the eyes of the guy from the parade. I returned the kiss without thinking and then felt my friends hand leave my leg and grab my cock. I gasped and then he pushed me down on the bed, grabbed my legs and lifted them up and slid between my legs and lined up his hard cock and plunged it deep into me on one stroke. I almost came unglued it felt so good. Damn, I don't want this but can't seem to refuse from the way it feels. The poz guy from the parade came and sat down beside us. As I noticed him sitting down and turned my head that way he leaned in and planted a kiss on me and reached between my friend and my bodies and stroked my cock. My whole being was in overdrive and I was moaning my pleasure constantly. I then became aware there was someone else there. I looked towards the door and there was another of my friends from work. He was naked and walked in and was naked and stroking his cock as he approached the bed. About 20 minutes went by and my buddy fucking me looked deep into my eyes and told me he was cumming and buried his cock deep and moaned and filled my hole with another load of poz cum. As his cock deflated he climbed off of me and my other work buddy jumped right in and rammed his cock in me before I could even move. He really went to town pounding my hard. He had been stroking his cock the whole time there and it was only about another 5 minutes and he was creaming the hell out of my hole too. I then noticed that the parade guy had got up and seemed to be rummaging around in a drawer for something. As my friends cock went limp and fell out of my hole he moved from between my legs. Before I could lower them the parade guy grabbed them and held them up high and told me not to drop down but keep all that in me. I didn't know what he meant and then wham he had rammed something else up my ass. I gasped and wanted to know what the hell? He told me he had rammed a butt plug in me so none of their cum could get back out. I told him I need to get as much of that back the heck out of me as possible. He just grinned, grabbed me and lifted me right up out of bed and stood my up. I just gasped and stood there a moment from the sensations that had caused from that big butt plug. I then told him I really needed to pee now and he pointed me towards the toilet.

Part XI I decided not to tell my friends anything that I had done earlier. I just told them the guy must have gotten me mixed up with someone else. Seemed to appease them. I then got the subject back to them to see what they all felt now that they knew they had all got filled with poz cum. I thought they would all be upset and worried and who knows what else about that. They all seemed to be fine though. The main theme was that apparently every one of them had been barebacking anyway and felt they would probably get it sooner or later from someone, so it seemed ok now and probably be over and done with now. They all seemed really turned on about it too. I soon noticed, as we kept talking, that every once in a while one or the other of them would take off for a bit. I looked around once and found one back in the sling getting fucked again and another time one was on one of the tables getting loaded some more. We all hung around for a couple more hours before everyone seemed to finally be getting tired and we all decided it was very late now and we all needed to get home. It has now been about 3 1/2 months since that parade. All my buds got tested and they are all now confirmed poz except for one. He was the one that got the most loads that night, not counting me of course, we were all surprised he was still neg. Guess some get lucky or not lucky, depending on how you look at it. LOL I had taken my PEP and when I got tested, snuck off to do it alone so buddies wouldn't know, I came back neg too. In my case probably lucky since I was supposed to be straight and married. It seems to be the main theme of conversation when we all go out to have a drink on how to get the one guy pozzed too, to join the rest. He seems up for it but not sure who to do or when. Then one night, one of the guys said he had heard about a bar and went to check it out and would bet if we took our neg buddy there he would get poz loads galore before he left. He said he had went and checked it out already and it was a nice place but had a, what he called, a 'wild' room there. He said they got guys in the room and it was dark and they locked the door and nobody got in or out for the next hour. Then they opened the door again for 5 minutes only to let anyone out or in again and then locked it up again for an hour and kept this up till closing time. He told us he had been informed that basically anyone who went in the room came out poz and nobody knew who or anything as there was barely any light at all in there. One tiny light way up in one corner next to the ceiling and he bet it was only about a 20w bulb as he went in there and could basically see nothing except shadowy figures. He thought he probably got about 8 loads in him and planted a couple of his own loads in someone while in there. They made plans to go on the next Friday night and were really getting into talking about it and getting our bud filled full of toxic cum. I was invited to go along and watch their things while they were in the room. I thought this might me wild to watch, so I told them I would. We met up at our usual bar first and all had a couple of drinks before heading across town to the other place. We arrived and I found the place wasn't really half bad, nice décor for a bar even. We got a table in a corner near that, infamous door, and proceeded to have another couple of drinks. Our neg buddy, although excited about what was to come, was also kind of nervous, so he drank probably 5 drinks and was getting pretty loaded and I actually ended up having 4 more and was also starting to feel them. One buddy got the attention of one of our waiters and asked him about the 'room'. He proceeded to tell us the 'rules', what there were of them. He said they opened the door for 5 minutes only and then it was shut and anyone in the room had no choice but to stay in there for the next hour, no matter what and they would not open the door unless there was a dire emergency. One of the guys who worked there always stayed just inside the door for that. Nobody else could go in or out until the hour was up and about anything went while in there including basically some rape almost. You were in there to be fucked or fuck someone and while in there you were fair game for all. End of rules, except no fighting or trying to injure someone. Fuck or be fucked was the rule. He then told us he had been in there on a night off too and loved it and wasn't sure but thought he had taken about 10 loads in that hour. Felt great he said.

I saw him dancing in a nightclub and knew he’d be the one. He was bopping away to the latest Modern Talking hit (“Mrs. Robota”) in a nightclub in Berlin. Watching him move those lithe tight hips made me think of the pleasures that awaited. And wait I would. I’d choose my moment and then strike—leaving my prey little chance to escape. So, I sat back on my stool and watched him bop to the song with his friends. He noticed me. The strobe hit his face. He was so beautiful. Barely eighteen, by the look of him. Dark blonde hair and slender hairless body, though I saw him only at a distance. I returned a friendly smile. He smiled back. So cute, and soon he would be mine. After the song, he parted ways with his buds and came over. "Hi," he said. "You were watching me." I nodded. "See anything you liked?" I pulled him to my groin by his ass cheeks. "Why not come to my hotel and find out?" He gulped okay. Back at the hotel, we had a beer. I listened to him talk about his life and friends. He needed to be fucked, but was wary of "all those poz guys out there who practice unsafe sex." Little did he know he was about to become one of us. As I listened to him ramble, I grew impatient. I dragged him to the bedroom and undressed him. I made him get between my legs and blow me. He looked so ingenuous sucking cock, I was certain he had plenty of experience. He grinned, and told me how much he liked older men. He felt so safe with us. I couldn't help but smile. So sweet and innocent. Boys of his age are such a pleasure to knock up—knowing they’ll be corrupted and spread the seed. After making him slobber all over my cock and balls, it was time for fucking. I rimmed his ass and dug my nails deep into his hole to loosen and abrade him. He was so tight, I asked if he’d ever been fucked before. “Yeah, but only safe sex.” We were certainly going to change all that. I lubed him and told him to get on all fours. As I was about to slide in, he freaked. "You're not wearing a condom!" “I’m out of them,” and spent the next 10 minutes assuring him that “I don’t have anything.” "You sure?" "Would I lie to you? I like you too much." "OK, then—long as you're sure." He got back on all fours. He didn’t see me smiling. I applied more lube to his manpussy and slid my meat in him. I wanted him to feel every inch of me pushing up his ass. “Go slow! It’s hurting!” "Relax! You might start bleeding, and we wouldn't want that." He thanked me for being so kind and considerate. Watching my dick slide in and out of him almost made me cum prematurely; but I got a steady rhythm going and fucked him for the next 30 minutes. I slammed his ass from several positions to get him good and raw. Finally I told him to lie back and put his legs on my shoulders. "Pull out when you’re ready, okay? Shoot all over my stomach." “My pleasure.” I thought, “Yeah, right, Kid! Like I'm gonna waste it! My load is going where it’ll do the most good. Converting you to a cum hungry poz slut.” After a few minutes, my balls tensed and I shot in him. His eyes got wide as he realized where I was unloading. He tried to pull off, but I was deep inside him. He looked at me and almost cried. "I thought you were going to pull out." “Too close. Besides, I’m clean.” He looked at me suspiciously, so I tried reverse psychology. "Look. I’m safe. You trust me, don’t you? Think I’d harm you? Is that what you're thinking?" He put his arms around me and apologized. “I had to be certain. There are so many poz guys around here. I don’t want to end up like them.“ He almost made me laugh—but I continued the act. Before the night was over I’d spermed his ass twice more, and sucked the last neg load of his young life down my throat. Every time I hear “Robota” I think of him. Knowing he’s out there somewhere— fucking, sucking—with my bug in him. I doubt he knows it yet. And when he learns, it won’t make any difference. Just knowing he has part of me in him forever arouses me. Still, overall, he’s a good kid. Hope he enjoys it.

Part VI I sat there and could not even speak. I had drank too much booze in the heat and had pretty much been raped without really knowing it as I had been zonked out. I looked at my new buddy then and he then told me the rest of my dream had not been a dream either. He said after watching the other guy do me he, like he told me earlier was just too horny, and the two of them had lifted me up and placed me in the sling and had cuffed my hands and shackled my legs in it. Then he had entered my cummy hole with little trouble and had also fucked me and filled my hole with his cum. He said he thought I knew what was going on as I was moaning like crazy and when he had cum I blew my own load clear up to my face. He said he had licked it off of me and kissed me and fed my own cum to me too. He then said he found he didn't have the key to the cuffs and went to find it and forgot that whoever was chained in the sling was supposed to be fair game for anyone or he would have had someone keep a closer watch. The other guy said he just watched out of heat and by the time my buddy came back with a key he had told him that 6 guys had already stepped up an unloaded their cum in me too. My bud then said since there was that much in he felt he might as well leave me there as I seemed comfortable and was out anyway. The other guy said he stayed and watched the whole thing and by the time the line quit and he yelled at my buddy to come get me out of there I had had a total of, counting theirs too, 35 loads in my ass of cum. I just sat there in total shock. I had never even wanted a man's cock in me and now they are telling me I had not only had a cock in me but had had 35 of them and all had cum in me on top of that. I couldn't even imagine it. The dream was actually reality and I had really just been used as a cum dump just like I had overheard one those guys talking before. What the hell was I going to do now? I was having trouble wrapping my mind around it. A cum dump, 35 loads, my hole so full of cum it kept leaking out of me like a faucet and they were saying I was moaning for more and more? I could not imagine it. I got up and walked over by the sling and watched the guy in it being fucked hard by another guy. I had been right there doing the same thing. As the guy started to cum in the guy I could hear them both moaning a bit too and I thought how did I stay out like that. When the guy pulled his cock out the guy in the sling jumped out too, a willing one it seemed. I walked up to it and stared into it and looked up at the mirror. My bud came up then and told me he was really sorry about that. I asked him did I really seem to be enjoying that. He said I sure did and my cock had been hard and throbbing the whole time and really erupted a gusher when I had cum. I turned and looked him in the eye for a minute. I then reached down and dropped my shorts off and hopped up into the sling and told him to show me. I wanted to see if I really had enjoyed that. He grinned and helped settle me into it. He then stepped back a bit and as I watched, he dropped both his shorts and jockstrap in one smooth action. He had one hell of a hard on. It had to be all of 10 inches and big around as my Coke can. I almost climbed back out of the sling at the sight of that monster, but got control of myself thinking I had already took that once so must be able to. He was smiling then as he stepped towards me and positioned his cock at my hole and said are you ready. I just nodded and in anticipation felt my own cock springing up hard. I reached down and pulled it out of my jockstrap and the he took my hand and pulled my up a little and guided it to his cock. He had me guide it to my hole and hold on to it as he started to enter me. Even with all the cocks I had had before my hole had closed back up fairly well so he had to push some to get in. It kind of hurt and then my hole gave in and he sunk in. I could feel that and then had to let loose of him and he buried it in me completely and he started to fuck me nice and slow. He was hitting that spot again right off too and my own cock was throbbing and tingling like crazy. After about 10 minutes of this he was getting faster and harder. It felt amazing. I then noticed we had gathered a small crowd to watch. There were murmurs going around about 'the guy' that had taken so many loads before and was back again. I zoned them out and looked into my buds eyes wanting to just feel this pleasure that was sweeping over me and yes I was moaning from the fantastic feeling. My bud leaned in and kissed me again running his tongue all through my mouth. He then really went to town pounding my hole and leaned in and said I am getting ready to unload again. I told him to hurry as I thought I was going to cum too any second. All at once he almost hesitated and then rammed hard and deep into me as he could and I could feel his cock throbbing as he was cumming in me. As he did he was leaning over me again and saying oh my God that is great to cum like this in a neg hole with my poz cum and my cock exploded again and hit me from my stomach to my mouth again. He then leaned over and was licking it off of me again and when he reached my mouth we kissed again and he fed me my own cum again. As we laid there recovering I started to wonder about his words. We finally managed to get up and he helped me out of the sling to applause from the onlookers. We both just kind of grinned and grabbed our clothes and walked back over to the cot. When we got there my ass was leaking again so I grabbed the towel again and wiped up a huge amount leaking out of me. I looked at the towel then for the first time and noticed that there were red streaks all over it where I had wiped the cum up from me. I asked my bud what that could be. He said that being a virgin ass until a while ago I had probably torn open a little here and there inside and it was blood. He then said something else I didn't understand about that helping to spread their babies better anyway. It was then I asked him about his wording. He said he had probably just fed me my last neg load to eat when we got done fucking. I just stared at him with no idea what he was talking about. He all at once gave a laugh and said oh hell I forgot for a bit you are supposed to be straight and don't have a clue about this. I shrugged my shoulders so he said get ready for another shock about your dream. He said they all had biohazard tattoos because they were all poz and none of them on meds either. I still did not understand. He just looked pained and said they were all poz and I was neg and every one of them that had fucked me were all poz too, so most likely with the bleeding I would become poz. I just stared not comprehending at all. He said you really are straight as hell aren't you and laughed. He hugged me then and said poz was kind of shorthand for HIV POZ meaning they all had it and I had been neg and did not have HIV. I probably would now though with all the amount of their toxic cum I had taken in me. I dropped onto the cot and asked "Oh, fuck, what the hell have I done?"

Part V As my new buddy finished the kiss and got up, I could feel his cock pull out of my ass and it looked like another guy was stepping forward also. At this point I passed out again. When I finally woke up I was a little off my bearings of where I was at for a bit and then turning over to my side I realized I was laying on a cot and remembered I had had too much to drink and had passed out as my new buddy and his friend were going to help me to this cot to lay down for a bit. It must have been more than a bit though as it was now dark out. There were lights on an I looked at my watch and hells bells it was just past 9 at night. I had been out a good 5 hours. Damn, I had to get up and as I sat up my bud came walking up and asked how I was doing? I asked him why he had let me sleep so long and he said they had tried 3 or 4 times to get me up but couldn't so gave up. I though oh hell got to never drink in the daytime again. My clothes were stacked neatly on a chair at the foot of the cot. I sat up to reach for them and it hit me that my ass sure was sore for some reason. I looked around and both tables and the sling were busy again. I just shook my head and reache for my things. There were 5 or 6 guys standing around talking. I wasn't paying much attention but overheard some while I sat there trying to get my bearings more to get dressed. The little I picked up was something about a guy who had been in the sling, real cum dump, out of it, probably going to be poz soon (whatever that meant), must have taken 30 or 35 loads(whatever that meant too). My new bud came by again and the guy who had grabbed my ass too. Told them my legs were still mighty rubbery for some reason, which got a laugh out of the guy. My bud gave him a look of some kind and he stopped though. We just sat there for a bit and talked about nothing really for a bit. Then one of the guys who had been standing around talking came over. I looked up and he stuck his hand out and I reached out and we shook hands and he said something weird about me being his hero as he didn't think he could handle as many. He then turned and walked off. I just sat there and stared at him wondering what the hell he was talking about. My bud and the other guy both had huge grins on their faces. I had no idea what was going on but was starting to think someone was pulling one on me or something but couldn't figure it out. I tried standing again and made it to my feet finally. I grabbed my shorts to pull them on and as I bent over to step into them I all at once felt something wet on my ass and as I straightened up a veritable gusher seemed to come out of my ass. I quickly stepped aside away from the cot thinking I had all of a sudden developed the damn dreaded runs or diarrhea. As I looked down I noticed that was not what it was though. It seemed to be wet and even somewhat white in appearance. I stuck a finger in it to see and it was sticky and slippery at the same time. I lifted my finger to my nose and sniffed it and it had very little odor but one I know I had smelled before but couldn't place it. I then got real brave and stuck my tongue out and tasted it too. Still wasn't sure what it was but had a familiar taste to it also. I was at a loss. I looked up and my bud and the other guy were both trying not to laugh. I told them "Okay, now let me in on the joke, guys. What were you up to while I was out?" "You don't remember anything?" my bud asked, as he reached over, grabbed a towel and threw it to me to wipe off with as the liquid was oozing down my thighs. "No, nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I have no idea what's going on, but it sure is a mess," I answered. "Don't worry - I've seen it before," by bud answered. I wiped off and then finally was able to get my shorts on. I sat down again and as I did I heard a loud moan and looked up to see the guy in the sling being apparently filled again and loving it. As I looked my mind cleared a bit and I then remembered the fall earlier onto the table with the other guy falling on top of me. It was a little fuzzy but then it seemed like something happened. I then remembered something at my butt and yes, something wet and feeling good. I then remembered that whatever it had been felt so good I had a hardon like crazy. I looked up and both guys were grinning again. I was starting to remember things a little but foggy. I told them I must have had a hell of a dream. They both in unison told me to tell them about it. So I told them what I had remembered so far and as I was telling it I remembered more. I remember the guy having his fingers in my hole and then pulling them out and something larger going in and then in and out making my cock harder than hell. I then remember him pulling away from me and then a blank for a bit. Then it seemed I had woke up on the cot but my arms and legs were bound somehow and my buddy was between my legs then. I told them I seemed to be able to feel something going in and out of my hole again and my buddy apparently doing it. I then remember seeing a mirror and being able to see his cock going in and out of my ass. Then it felt so good my own cock started erupt and my buddy seemet to be done about the same time. I said wow what a dream. I then said there seemed to be a blank but every so often I had a vision of another guy and another guy between my legs for quite some time. I shook my head to clear out some more cobwebs but really couldn't think of anything else till I woke up a little bit ago. I said being around you gay guys sure made my imagination run wild in my sleep. They both were laughing like crazy as I stood up and pulled on my shirt. My sore as again seemed to be seeping fluids and I quickly pulled my shorts down and grabbed the towel again just a huge blob of stuff came out. I wiped it up and sat down again wondering what the hell was going on. Just then another guy came walking up and as I looked up he was asking my new buddy how I was doing and had they filled me in on how many cocks I had had in me yet? My mouth dropped open at that and I said what, what, what is he talking about. I couldn't even hardly talk it was such a shock what he had said. He said oh, sorry I thought they had told you already and turned and beat a hasty retreat. I looked from my buddy to the other guy. They both kind of looked down and the other guy said he had told me about that nice looking ass of mine might be trouble. He went on to tell me that when I had fallen on the table and him on top of me it was just too much for him and he had dived down and started to rim my ass and it had tasted so sweet he couldn't stop himself and soon had his fingers in my hole and then it was really too much and he had then stood up and in the heat of the moment and me moaning like crazy had fucked me and blew his load in me deep. I just sat and stared. I said I thought that was a dream. He kind of chuckled then and said it was dreamy anyway and a virgin hole had about driven him nuts with how good it felt.

i like the idea of refusing to get bred at the last minute. thats hot. maybe try to wiggle my ass off thier cock so they have to hold me on them and go deeper.

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... I just got my pipes thoroughly-- THOROUGHLY-- cleaned out by a handsome bearish dude that did the honors for me maybe four years ago, when I first moved to this neighborhood. Honestly all I remembered about him was that (1) he was heavier than his pictures made him look, and not as sexy, (2) he really really had serious manstink, which is not my favorite, and (3) he was really nice to talk to afterwards. His pictures made him look *really* sexy, and hip in that hipstery way guys were hip four years ago but kinda aren't so much any more, so this all kind of added up to disappointment, really. I honestly didn't remember if the head was very good, though I guess I had a vague feeling that it had been? His place was rather squalid, on the unfashionable side of the hood, and I remember thinking for the first fifteen minutes of nothing but the possibility of bedbugs. And it seems like maybe soon after that, he stopped being on Manhunt (where he had been as much a fixture as me, I guess) and I forgot about him, except occasionally when something new would happen with the endlessly under construction building next door, which he had told me his artist friends had lived in and were being kicked out of, and which he seemed annoyed about, and which I felt vaguely guilty for, being the type of yuppie asshole who was buying the buildings around here that resulted in artists getting kicked out of things. Suddenly the other day he reappeared on Manhunt and silently viewed my profile. He had new pictures on there, including some shirt-free body shots, which he had skillfully avoided years ago. He looked pretty nice, and I thought, well, maybe I should give him another whirl. His profile did express and awesome attitude towards sucking dick. And attitude is everything. And I haven't been able to get my dick in anyone since last week. He seemed happy that I hit him up again, and told me I could bring my unit by any time for service, and reminded me he didn't swallow but wouldn't make me pull out either, and so today I went by. I came back with nuts that felt about five pounds lighter, barely able to walk from having been intensely pleasured for the better part of an hour by someone so good at cocksucking I have a strong urge to write him a formal letter of recommendation. AH! He told me he had a new studio not far from his apartment, and that the door was on the street and wide open, to just walk in. I drove over to save time and maximize the cocksucking-- work has been brutal and I can only spare so much time away lately. I parked right nearby, and it was a beautiful bright cool breezy day, perfect for getting your balls drained. I found the door, went inside, and was surrounded by costumes, paintings, props, easels, mannequins, and all kinds of stuff like that in the gloomy interior. The entry was cramped with stuff but as I pushed my way in deeper the space opened up to a big loft with a 20 foot ceiling. No one was there. I called out "hey! Hello!" and he came out of the back, wearing just a pair of shorts. "That was quick!" he said, drying his hands on a towel. He looked a lot handsomer than I remember, honestly. But the body was still pretty bearish-- not really my type but it was ok for a cocksucker. He is extremely hairy, well on the way to monkey-hairy. But he's a good looking guy really. I asked to take a leak and he showed me to a bathroom with a shower and everything in the back. I think he had just taken a shower because the place reeeeeeked of his scent, which is just as I remembered it. I know this turns on a lot of guys but yowza. I did my business, cleaned a little, and went back out. "I don't have a bed here," he said, pointing to a chair off to the side of the big loft. Daylight streamed through the open door onto the opposite wall, behind the partial wall that blocked the inner loft from the cramped entry. I looked around, shrugged, and kicked off my sneakers and dropped my shorts. I lowered myself in the chair with my thighs parted invitingly, and leaned back to receive my service. He had a big thick piece of egg-crate foam that he put on the floor in front of me. And with no ceremony, he knelt on the foam, put his face between my legs, and sucked my limp dick into his mouth. And he sucked PERFECTLY. It felt good instantly, but he was taking his time, giving me the slightest stimulation that would get me hard without overstimulating me too soon. It was PERFECT. My dick ceased to even feel like a part of me and melted into his warmth. As it got harder all I felt was the warmth intensifying. At no point was I even sure how thick or long I was; I only felt more and more unified with his throat. The smallest motions of his tongue along the whole length of my meat were just coaxing pleasure out of my tool, and it was several minutes before he moved his head at all, pulling back to let my dick slide out of him along that silky tongue, and when he did, I looked down, and somehow, without feeling anything in my dick except intense warm pleasure, it had become fully erect, and was throbbing now that it was exposed to the cool air. This was awesome. The stench from his pits was absolutely overwhelming, but I tried to just get used to it. After a while, I couldn't smell it any more. The breeze blew through the place and he masterfully worked my dick over, and before long I felt completely incapable of really thinking at all. My vision became tunnel-like, focused just on my dick and his face. He would bury his face in my pubes and just inhale there, through his nose and then through his mouth, sucking cool air in all around my dick with it still inside him, somehow opening himself up so that he could both breathe and keep my meat stuffed into him as deep as it would go-- quite a feat. He put his arms up on my body and clasped his hands together, as if he were praying intensely, but he was praying to my balls, basically. I held his rough hairy forearms and just told him to keep sucking, keep sucking, keep sucking. And he did. When I got close I would make "easy easy easy" sounds and he would instantly adjust, making sure that I hung as close to the edge as possible without danger of slipping over. "I hope you're not in a hurry," I sighed, half-whining, at one point. "I really want to keep feeling this." He tongued the thrilled nerves in my dickhead a few more times, then picked his head up, and looked me in the eye, and said, "No hurry whatsoever." He put his hands on my chest and looked down at my glistening bone, admired it for a few seconds, and then took it back up again, and I went back to heaven. God knows what it sounded like from the street. I spent half the time with my head tipped back and my arms splayed at my sides, oblivious to anything except the pleasure in my genitals, so for all I know a gaggle of school kids had massed at the door, curious about what all the moaning and whimpering was about, and watched the show. But I just kept encouraging him to do what he was doing-- it was so beautiful. And then there was the distinctive sound, from the back of the loft, of a doorknob jiggling. It woke me up a bit, and him too; I looked down at his face and his eyes were turned to the side, examining the back door with something like alarm, but being an insanely good cocksucker, he never let up on what he was doing to my meat. He sucked away at me, vigilantly looking to see if we were going to be intruded upon. He'd told me in the beginning that everyone else who shared the space was away, and there was nothing to worry about. But he watched and sucked, and maybe the snap in attention made me suddenly more sensitive, because I was saying, "I am so close, easy, I am so fucking close, you could make me cum just like that, easy, just please let me feel it, please don't make me cum yet, please." I was reduced to a begging, whining ball of goo. He lightened up a little, and I just hung over the precipice of orgasm, head swimming in a cocktail of hormones and pulsing blood, but he was working me just a lit-tle too well, it was a lit-tle too good, and with every brush of his tongue against my dickhead's hotspot he nudged me that much closer to the edge, and I said, "You could make me cum JUST LIKE THAT," and he didn't change his pace at all. I could have sat there all day with his head in my lap, honestly. But he was going to make me cum, it's clearly what he wanted. So I let him. He did one final swipe of his tongue and I was lost. My dick swelled up hard, my dickhead felt like it was filling his whole mouth, ridge of my glans flaring angrily with the need to shoot, and then I was pulsing into him, a red-hot beeline from my nuts through my ducts out my dickhole and into his mouth. Every time I squirted he sucked, every time my dick strained to shoot he relaxed, when my dick relaxed he sucked, and I thought I was going to cum all my insides out into him. My head practically popped. I came and came and came. When I was done he slowly let me slide out of his mouth, and picked up a towel and spat my funk into it. I grabbed my dick and jacked it, wanting to keep the feeling of orgasm in me somehow. He moved close, to see if any more cum would well up in my dickhole, and some dick, and he pushed my hand away and sucked me down again, sucked too hard, my whole body jerked, the pleasure was unbearable, and I said so. Immediately he stopped sucking and just let my dick melt into his tongue again. Beautiful. He kept me there for a good while, trying to suck out little drops. Why he was willing to swallow these but not the bulk of my liquid pleasure, I don't know. But finally he let me go, and I had to laugh. "Now do you remember?" he said, full of preening confidence. I just shook my head and kept laughing, then got up and pulled on my shorts. We had another long conversation about how the neighborhood is changing, how a flood of money here is sort of ruining everything, pushing things out before new things have a chance to come in. Who knows what this place will look like in a few years. It was very pleasant just sitting and talking, now that I had shot out all my cum. He really had a very handsome face to look at. But finally I knew I had to get back to work. So I thanked him, and he told me he would be in that studio till early September, clearly inviting me back for more service. It was very gracious. But you know me. On to the next ass! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today is my fourteenth anniversary with my partner, whom I love very deeply, but he's not home yet, so I just ejaculated down the throat of the Super Tight 25 Year Old I hooked up with last month. I'm horrible. But he begged and begged for it. So I gave it. I had hit him up yesterday, actually, just being friendly because he had posted a bunch of new pix and I didn't recognize them. Rather that silently cruise the profile like a creeper, I just said hello and asked how he was, and we chatted a bit, then talk turned to how hard he made me cum last time, and how much he liked it too (I was a little surprised he wrote me back at all; he's certainly got a lot of dicks after him and I'm nothing to write home about), and how much he wanted more, but how much more his company makes him work now, and how he doesn't work from home ever. So I thought, well, that was fun, but I don't think I'll be seeing him again. I told him only sometimes do I have time right after work to have anyone over. Today just as I finished working I checked Growlr and he had just msged me a couple minutes before, asking if today might be one of those evenings. It was still fairly early, so I asked him where he was; he lives on the other side of the hood so if he was already home it would be easy. But I assume he wrote that and got right on the subway, because he didn't reply for about half an hour. And then it was pushing it. I told him it was risky, and plus it was our anniversary so "my partner walking in on me with my face in your ass might be bad form." He said it was a five minute bike ride, to find out when he was coming home. I said "Wow, you're really hot to trot!" and he said "I just really want your load", and I said "Make your way over now and I'll text you if things start to look risky." He was cool with that. He got here maybe five minutes before my partner was scheduled to leave work. I ushered him into my office, and made him bring the shoes he had just taken off, saying, "If he comes home early, you're stuck in here." He laughed and said, "For how long??" and I said, "Until he takes a shower or something." And I closed the door and he whipped off all his clothes, heedless of the uncovered floor-to-ceiling window in here, and I pulled off my shorts, and he knelt down completely naked, and kept stroking that mile-long wang of his while he kneaded my dick with his tongue, absolutely expertly. I just grew and grew and grew in his mouth until I was long and hard, and he was sucking me so eagerly he began seriously choking. "Are you OK?" I asked, and he kept laughing and coughing, holding my dick in one hand and wiping his mouth with the other between coughs, saying with that soundless voice, "Wrong pipe." And then he was ok and he sucked me more and I said "Just suck my dickhead, you don't have to deep throat me, just keep hittin it, keep hittin that spot, don't fuckin stop, suck my dick, suck my dick, make me cum man, keep suckin, keep hittin it keep hittin it keep hittin it you can make me cum," and he sucked like a complete fiend. I was close I was close I was close but couldn't get over that hump, would get riiiight up to it and he kept sucking me just right and it felt so good and I wanted to cum but I was standing up and it's hard to cum standing up. But I encouraged him and he liked it and he kept sucking me just right just right just right juuuuuust right… …and then it was all over. I was shooting and shooting and shooting. And then he popped all over himself while he was swallowing my acrid, manly nectar, just the way it should be, cumming just cuz he tasted me cum, and I unloaded into him for a good minute or so, felt like. And then I pulled out and we both laughed like crazy. "You have a SOCK to clean up with," I said, tossing the one I'd worn yesterday at him. "Pretend you're a teenager." He laughed but eyed it with some disdain, and rubbed it all over his tight little body and wiped up all the goo. We talked a little bit about work and stuff but just then my phone buzzed and I freaked. It was just my sister, but it was an odd time for her to call, so I thought I should answer it. I ushered him to the door, talking to my sister, then asked her to hold on a sec, gave him a little kiss and a pat on the ass, and out he went. My partner came home about 10 minutes later. Yipes. I am dirty and shameful. But I got drained! More...

it would be so hot if he started with a condom, but then i got so hot that i whispered for him to take it off... i wonder if he would... maybe it would feel so good he'd stay inside me when he got close!