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Ever since I realized being bred feels so good, I’ve been horny as hell 24/7. I’ve mentioned it before but I’m 19. I’ve been taking loads in my ass since I was 12. As soon as I turned 18 I set my eyes on older guys. I don’t know why I’m just attracted to them. Guys my age play games. Older guys just want my young hole wrapped around their raw cocks. I constantly have Grindr, scruff, and Adam4Adam open just in case someone wants to cum inside me. I get a message from a blank profile one day saying “come over Michael.” This kind of threw me off a bit. I don’t care for my names and I don’t care to give mine out. But he sent me an address and I headed over like the slut I am. I pulled up to a familiar looking house. I’m greeted by a hot daddy. About 6’3, salt and pepper hair, and brown eyes. He too looks familiar to me. I’m greeted with a hug, and I feel his hard cock against me. I’m already wicked hard and he invites me in. I’m talking to him for awhile, waiting for him to guide me to his cock when he finally kisses me. We make out for a long time and I have his shirt unbuttoned exposing his hairy chest. He has his hands in me shorts snapping my jock. I climb down from the couch and unzip his pants. I start deep throating his musky cock and licking his sweaty balls. He pulls me on the couch and eats my ass for a bit. Then he guides me to sit on his cock. It goes in with some thrusts and he holds it there for awhile telling me how tight I am I start to ride his cock while he kisses me. He moans “slow down” followed by an almost whispered “im about to cum. “ this is what I came for. I make sure not to slow down. And he grunts like an animal as he holds my ass down on his cock. He left a huge load in my ass, when I pulled off it began to drip on his cock so I cleaned it up. We chat for awhile as we put our clothes back on and I head home soon after. I was home for about 2 hours and was still craving cum. I mentioned in one of my posts that I used to be my town’s quarter back’s cumdump so I hit him up. “You want my hole?” I texted. It had been about a year or two since we’ve fucked. He responded quick with a “yeah come pick me up. “ as I’m driving to the house where I’ve always picked him up at, that being his dad’s house. I realize as I get closer this was the house I was just at. And that’s why everything was so familiar. His dad just came inside me and he was about to fuck his dad’s load deeper into me. I text him when I pull up. Wondering if his dad knows about us. (We used to be friends in middle school as well.) QB gets in my car and we go to the spot where everyone goes in town to bust a nut or two. It starts the same way as it did with his dad. We move to the backseat of my car and I’m on my back trying to keep his dad’s cum from spilling out of my hole. He sees how wet I am and says “I hope it’s another guys load.” I think to myself “you have no idea.” He pounds me long and hard and shoots a big load in me as well. (Load size must run in the family. ) I’m driving him back to his dad’s and just making conversation. I get a message from his dad as we pull saying “who’s cock is bigger ;)” I respond with something snarky like “not yours.” And we chat for a bit. He makes it vital that I not tell his son that he emptied his balls in me. I’m headed back tonight to have my hole flooded by daddy again

Please let me know what you think. I'll continue if the interest is there.... When it comes to sex, some people get lucky where they grew up. I consider myself pretty lucky. I’m not sure at what age I found the deep attraction to older, manly men but when it hit, it hit hard. Sure, I tried women, enjoyed it to be honest, but somewhere deep inside of me was this virulent need to be on my knees with a cock freshly pulled out of my ass, crushing my nose against a hairy groin as a load slides slickly down my throat. At some point in my youth I found it, our local glory hole and would revisit it often through my formative years. The well-liked well-rounded guy who had no problem with meeting women also had a deep seated need to be taken and then broken. This was further cemented by a stint in the Army, finding a new outlet in anal sex, both giving and receiving from the various trans hookers who end up flocking around European military bases. The ones with the biggest cocks always seemed to be my favorite and as time went on I was less of a top and more of a willing bottom. Despite these risky acts though I had never taken a load bare and it wasn’t until I went home on leave that I eventually found not only wanted, but some positive surprises as well. It was fall and approaching winter when I came home to visit my folks. They were proud of their warrior son returning and as they had always been permissive anyway, a night out wasn’t unheard of nor unexpected but that had to wait to see the long stream of family and friends who welcomes me back. Two days home on a month long furlough didn’t seem like much and to be honest, the plane back had my schedule all out of whack anyway. So when I finally went out, it wasn’t to a bar or some local scene, it was to the old tried and true glory hole, readily available with no youth curfew to hold me back. I cruised in at dusk and was kind of disappointed to see it was fairly empty. The sandy lot just on backside of this beach bathroom of lust was a few families packing up to go home from a long day of sun and surf, so I sat on the end of the boardwalk, smoked a few cigarettes and waited for it to darken enough to hide any sin. Bored now and frantic, I must have peaked my head into that old grimy bathroom a hundred times to make the glory hole was there and that the familiar messages and dried stains of someone’s momentary joy were still on the walls around it. They were and impatiently I went back again and again. Finally on the last trip, what I said was to be my last, I heard the deep rumbling of diesel pulling up and parking somewhere in the lot. With little though, I slid into the stall, dropped my drawers and waited. My cock, even without stimulation was already starting to get hard in anticipation and while it wouldn’t win much beyond the average prize in length, it was meaty, thick, and curved enough and starting to thicken. My stall closed and me comfortably bare-assed, I waited and was rewarded by the echoing sounds of footsteps, scratchy with sands in the bare walls of the concrete block bathroom. He, whoever he was at this point, turned into the bathroom and thankfully slid into the right stall. Just in case though, I didn’t immediately wave my finger in the hole, I somewhat shifted my head so if he was really pissing or planning to play. My cramped neck glance at the whole showed, well, nothing. I caught a glimpse of someone fumbling, and I could see his leg covered in denim but nothing more. “Just a pisser,” I thought and moved to return to a more comfortable position but then he turned, displaying a mostly soft but nicely hung cock with a pearl of piss or pre-cum dangling from the tip, wreathed in dark black pubic hair. He was showing me the goods and liking what I saw, I waved my finger in the hole. He was fast enough lining it up and pushing it through that the dab of moisture on his tip brushed my finger tip which I stuck in my mouth without thinking. He was in a hurry and so was I and without much thought I swallowed all I could reach. It was going to be thick and long when I got it fully hard and that pleased me to no end. This anonymous cock in my mouth was delicious, warm and soft with that allure of musk that you can smell as well as taste. If I didn’t miss my mark, he would have gagged me if the wall hadn’t been in the way but all told, he was probably a good 8 inches and thicker than I was. I worshipped the best I could in my cramped quarters like a man deprived of drink, not just of cock. It was wonderful having one in my mouth again and my own cock was waving in the air while I tried physically to push my head through the wall. And then, he pulled his cock out almost as it was completely hard. I was, for a moment, completely irrationally sad and angry, deprived as I was. And then I was stunned as I heard the zipper come up, his belt rattled as he secured it, and then the scrape of his feet on the concrete floor. Had I failed some test? The doors in this place aren’t the best and to be honest, my stall didn’t have a lock. This mystery man clearly knew this because he rounded the small wall and slid my door open. My shock went up further as I rejected the thought of seeing him. This wasn’t how it was done, this wasn’t what happened, the anonymity gone in a flash as this man looked at me and said, “Come on boy, let’s go to my truck.” I guess when he spoke I finally got a good look at him. He was 40, in good shape, with dark brown hair and a body that seemed fairly average but with the ripcord arms of someone who was used to manual labor. He was good looking but damnit, this just totally fucked with my night. I guess he saw my shock and he gave me a grin, “You know you want to suck it, now come on boy.” And then he turned to leave. Without knowing why at that point, though years later I do know why, I followed him out across the parking lot, climbed into the truck on the passenger side and unwittingly interviewed for a part I was to play pretty seriously for the next month I was home.

PART 1 I was a straight married man with 4 kids and had never even thought about having sex with another man. I was quite ok with what others did though as it had nothing to do with me nor was it any of my business. I thought of gays like I did of blacks or anyone else, that they were getting a bad break they didn't deserve, just because of doing what they should be allowed to do. No difference, but some difference, if you know what I mean. The differences were just nobody else's business I thought as long as they were harming someone. Who cares what they look like or what goes on in their own bedrooms, quit snooping. I had a friend in another town I had known since she was born (several years younger than me). She was a lesbian and some mixed up at times. Since she was almost like my own daughter and I knew her whole family, I always tried to comfort her and tell her to calm down and stay focused on who she was. She was almost always involved in some drama or other, usually of her own making, but was basically a very kind and caring person. She had planned a party and asked if I wanted to attend? I knew that pretty much everyone there was going to be LGBTQ and my wife would definitely be bored to death at it. She practically begged me to come, though, so I relented and told her my wife was working that night and I would come and have a drink or two with her and her friends. My friend had told me the party was pretty much about as informal as you can get and it being summer and hot I decided to just wear what I normally would wear on a hot night at home, just a Tshirt, basketball shorts (me being my age they were much sorter than the newer style) and my slip on deck shoes. I usually also went commando so did not think to put on any kind of underwear or even a jockstrap. The party was to start, as the newer custom of today seemed to be, at between 9 and 10 pm (when I was younger they almost always started between 6 and 7 pm). When I got there, around 9;30, give or take a couple of minutes, there were already about 10 or maybe a dozen people there. My friend spotted me almost as soon as I got out of my car and ran to me gushing about being so glad I had come. She immediately had to drag me to meet her newest girlfriend, who seemed to be much nicer than the last couple I had met. They both took me around introducing me to their friends, and really pouring it on about their great straight friend. Then finally a drink. LOL I drink Rum and Coke and actually it usually has to be Bacardi 151 Rum. She remembered that for sure and had a huge 'Texas' Fifth of it ready and waiting. Being somewhat older, most of the music playing did not appeal to me at all. I am very old fashion in that regard and basically only like 50s and 60s Rock and Roll or 30s to the 60s County and Western. I find that most 'music' anymore is quite terrible to me. I soon found myself relatively alone watching TV in her living room as most of the party was outside. I finished my drink about the time a late football game came on. Was a couple of California schools, so didn't care who won, but, hey, it was football, right? I went and mixed another drink and then settled down to watch the game. In a few minutes I noticed that about 4 other guys had come in and grabbed seats and were watching also. We all talked a little as the game progressed. About the end of the first quarter I suddenly noticed that the two guys sitting on the other end of the couch we were on seemed to be making out with each other. I just kind of laughed to myself, thinking they needed to get a room. LOL.

Since starting PrEP, I’ve been more open to have the kind of raunchy sex I’ve always fantasized about. My boy, on the other hand, decided that PrEP wasn’t for him anymore. While we started it together, he went off of it a few months ago when his last prescription ended. And that hasn’t stopped him from having risky sex, which is a huge turn on for both of us. Usually, we play together. A couple of times since he stopped PrEP, we hooked up with Charlie, a POZ guy off his meds. Charlie is a fuck buddy and mostly bottoms for us. My boy will suck him off while I rawfuck him with my PrEPed cock, filling him with cum which my boy eagerly licks out. My boy did bottom for Charlie once before he stopped PrEP, and I think he missed the thrill of riding that bare toxic dick. It might have been the excitement of taking Charlie’s POZ load that made him want to go off PrEP. Last weekend, Charlie invited me to a conversion party. He and two unmedicated buddies were going to rawfuck a bottom hungry to take POZ loads and convert. The plan was for him to take four loads, three POZ ones and mine the only NEG, sort of a cum-roulette. He asked that I not tell invite my boy about it since he wasn’t much into topping and would upset the one-out-of-four odds. I agreed and told my boy that I’d need to work on Saturday afternoon. My boy was a bit upset that I’d be away for part of the weekend, but told me he’d see if he could get up to some naughty fun of his own while I was ‘working.’ I knew he suspected that I’d be having some naughty fun myself. Friday evening, Charlie texted me to let me know that our bottom had flaked. I was disappointed. My boy and I were watching a movie on the sofa so I was cagey texting back and forth with Charlie. He told me to hold tight and might be able to organize another guy hungry for some fresh POZ cum. Not a minute later, my boy’s phone started dinging . He read a text then got up and went to the bathroom. He was in there a few minutes and came back sporting a bulge in his shorts and a little dark spot that looked like a dab of precum to me. He settled back next to me and nuzzled. My phone buzzed and Charlie let me know that we were on again after all, adding that the new bottom wanted to blindfolded so he didn’t know when he was full of POZ cock or not… The next morning, my boy and I slept in and lazed in bed. We fooled around a little making out until I started eating and fingering his hole. He moaned as I lined up my cock and slid inside him. I was horny thinking about the fun I was going to have with some cumdump’s ass that night and my boy’s eyes were tightly clenched, lost in his own fantasy. I asked him if he was thinking about Charlie’s big POZ cock and he started muttering, ‘Breed me!’, ‘…dirty seed…’, and ‘fill me up!’ I was only too happy to oblige with my PrEPed cum. I shot deep inside him and stayed there until my hardon went down. An hour or so passed quickly and I showered before heading out ‘to work.’ My boy kissed me at the door and told me to have fun ‘working.’ He said he might have a surprise for me when I got home. I hopped in the car and texted Charlie that I was on my way. He replied back to take my time as our bottom was running a little late. I got to Charlie’s and had a beer or two with him and the two POZ tops he’d invited. Both were mid-50s but looked older with wasted faces and sizable bellies. Both had stopped meds but years of treatment had left them both looking sick. One had was bald, in fact hairless nearly everywhere except a white mustache. The other was tanned all over having obviously sunbathed nude. They both also had massive cocks already plump with anticipation. The bottom texted Charlie that he was outside and Charlie escorted us to his bedroom. We clinked our bottles and jerked each other off a little while Charlie met the cumdump at the door and blindfolded him. I’m sure you’ve figured out already that my boy was the bottom hungry to take three POZ loads. Charlie winked at me, knowing that the other two tops didn’t know that they were about to knock up my own boy. Charlie pushed my boy to his knees and led his head to one of the top’s cocks. While my boy was slobbering on our dicks he whispered to me, ‘Keep your mouth shut. He doesn’t know that the only NEG guy here is his man…’ I nodded and grinned. I’ve shared my boy’s holes with guys before, but never toxic unmedicated tops. Seeing Charlie and the two POZ strangers manhandle my boy got me so hot. They used him rough, forcing his head onto their big cocks, force-fucking his mouth, spreading his cheeks apart and driving their fingers into his ass. The mustachioed guy with the biggest belly flopped my boy onto Charlie’s bed and went to town eating his ass. He pulled off with spit and my morning’s load all over his white mustache grunting, ‘This pig has been primed already. Fresh seed is leaking out!’ He pulled back and I watched my own cum ooze out of my boy’s ass. The tanned guy walked up shaking his big dick and slapped it against my boy’s crack. He used my seed to slide balls deep in one go. Mr. Mustache spread my boy’s cheeks wide so he could get in as deep as possible. Charlie smiled at me knowing I was loving the sight. ‘You like taking that raw dick, boy?’, the tanned guy asked. My boy moaned and begged for his cum. Charlie grabbed his phone and started recording my piggy boy rocking back and forth taking that dick. The tanned guy roared and shot his load as deep as it would go into my boy’s guts. He backed off and Mr. Mustache nodded to me that I should go next. Without a word, I slid into my boy. He felt so velvety smooth and wet. My cock was slimy with POZ cum as it rocketed back and forth. I was so hot I knew I could cum at any moment. I pulled out and Charlie took his turn next. Charlie grabbed my cock and smeared as much cum off as possible, lubing his own with it. He handed me his phone and I started recording. He slammed hard into my boy and pounded him until my boy’s knees gave out and he was flat on his belly. I kept the video going as he hammered my boy into the mattress. He screamed as he came, so happy to be breeding my boy with his charged seed. He pulled out and nudged me forward. I dipped my dick into my piggy boy now stretched out and leaking two POZ loads. His hole felt so much more open than I’d ever felt it, practically ruined. I wanted to last as long as I could, so after churning what looked like butter in and out of my boy’s ass, I pulled out and let Mr. Mustache take his turn. My boy laid flat on the mattress as he bravely took Mr. Mustache’s impressively thick cock. He had the biggest dick, so maybe that’s why he went last. I eased myself next to my boy on the bed and watched as that POZ stranger’s thick dick practically sucked my boy’s hole out from his boy. He would slowly pull nearly all the way out and them quickly slam back in. I knew he was about to get his nut. His pace quickened and he bred my boy deeply. Charlie flipped my boy onto his back and started kissing his mouth. The two strangers each held a leg up and I lined up with my boy’s ass. He was so stretched out and so wet with seed. I felt like I was dipping my PrEPed cock into him more than fucking him. Each time I slid in, my dick came out more and more smeared with POZ cum. Knowing that Charlie and my boy had willingly gone behind my back to get him Poz-bred made me so hard. I tried to last as long as I could, but after a few minutes of slow fucking, I fired off my load. My pubes were matted with more cum than I’d ever seen in real life and my balls were soaked. Mr. Mustche dropped to his knees and cleaned my cock off. He tongued my boy’s hole fingering as much cum into his gaping hole as possible. He worked four fingers in and out of my boy. He was practically fisting my boy, with his hard dick boucing up and down. Without a hand on it, he shot his own load. Of course, Mr. Mustache scooped it up and fingered it into his sloppy ass. Charlie handed him a buttplug and it plopped right into place. I knew that there was a chance that before his hole returned to normal, that the POZ seed seeping into his guts might have already taken effect. Charlie held up his finger to his mouth signaling us to stay quiet and ushered my boy out of the room. I heard Charlie thanking him for the use of his ass and told him to get dressed. He suggested he keep that plug in overnight and let as much of our cum stay in him as long as possible. My boy got dressed and left pretty quickly. The other two guys went to the living room and cracked open some more beers. Charlie checked to make sure I was okay and then suggested I take a quick shower and head home to check on my boy. I did just that and headed home a few minutes later, leaving my POZ buddies lounging around and talking about how hot that cumslut was and asking Charlie when they could use him again. By the time I got him, my boy had showered and changed. He smelled like fresh soap instead of sweat and cum. I wondered if he still had that plug in his hole. I tried sneaking up behind him in the kitchen, but he scooched away before I could press against his ass. I could see some bruises forming on his neck and legs where the guys had roughed him up. My boy ordered pizza and we ate it on the sofa watching another movie. I kept trying to sneak my hands down to his ass to see if he was still plugged or not, but he was squirmy and played coy. When we got ready for bed, instead of sleeping naked like we normally do, he went into the bathroom and came out in his gym shorts. I knew he must still ne absorbing all of those loads. I let him spoon me with his hand wrapped around my hard dick. We fell asleep like that, me hard thinking of him being willingly POZ-bred, and me having loved watching and participating. My boy was up before me and started making breakfast. He was naked in the kitchen, with his ass hanging out. As he leaned over the table, I could see how red and tender his hole looked. I pinned him down and lined my cock up. With nothing but spit, I pounded him into the table. He winced and grimaced saying that his hole must be out of practice. On the contrary, it felt loose and still wet inside. I bred him good adding my PrEPed seed to whatever POZ cum hadn’t already been absorbed into his guts. We ate naked with my cum leaking out of his ass and onto the chair. Of course, he bent over to lick it up when we were done eating. As I started doing the dishes, my phone buzzed. Charlie had sent the video clips to me with a message. ‘Hey stud! Look what me and my POZ buddies got up to last night. I knew exactly what I was looking it and played coy. Of course, I showed the videos to my boy, and he got so hard. I handed my phone to him and he watched as he laid on his back, legs in the air, right on the kitchen table, and I fucked another load into him. I knelt down and suckled his cock. I’d bob up and down and ask, ‘Hot cumslut right!’ Then I’d suck some more, ‘That lucky whore taking that POZ cum..’ Then back to sucking him again. ‘Think you’d ever be up for something like that?’ He roared and shot what might just have been his last NEG load ever deep down my throat.

Part 3 There was no fucking way I was driving to Tom’s house. My car was safe where it was and while that may have been the point for Tom, leaving myself in the hands of a predator seemed like a swell idea at the time. Off we went in our blazed state, with Tom and both lighting up cigarette, that enjoyable bit of lung diseases that always seemed to accompany me especially after I smoked a good joint. The small talk was minimal, the sex talk though. Tom told me about himself, how he was a plumber, made decent wage and liked the fact that I was in the military and how it was good that a kid had a career path ahead of him. “Besides,” he said bluntly, “I’ve never fucked an Army guy before and I’m going to fuck your hole all night.” Honestly, I was terrified of this guy but so fucking pleased that he had chosen me to abuse. That’s the submissive in me I guess and I was prepared to wallow in it as much as possible. We finally rode the back roads of our small beach town to his place, a nice double wide on a bare lot, his even bigger work truck parked out front. He hustled me inside to a fairly clean place, the lights on but dim enough where they weren’t a bother. He pointed out the kitchen quickly, the closed door that was his roommates side of the house, and practically herded me into dark room with the huge bed that was where I’d lose my mind to my favorite rapist. We make it into the room and he taking the lead starts stripping, folding his clothes onto the dresser, encouraging me to get my ass naked. I finally saw the beast naked and it was beautiful. Tom stood about 5’11 with that wiry meanness about him that spared no fat on his bones. No tattoos but he was covered by dense fur with it really only staying free of his upper back. I’m distracted and naked at this point, still high but having a little more sense from the calming ride over. And in a surprising move, Tom slid over, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me, soulfully, with as much hunger as I was feeling for him. That moment of gentleness didn’t last long. He pushed me onto my back on the bed, lifted my ankles up, and told me to slide back, which in my excitement I did. Tom climb after me and mounted on top of me like I was his woman, his cock, soft now, nestled against my nervously rock-hard cock. This time his kisses were controlling, almost angry, and he jabbed his hips in such a way that his meaty shaft slid across mine, stiffening up. He leaned back on his knees and reached across the bed, dragging open a drawer on a little bedside table and retrieved a bag with little multi-colored pills. At a guess, this drug I knew, ecstasy and at this point is when I got really excited. I had always wanted to try sex with ecstasy as it had a way of awakening a monster that would mirror Tom’s. Tom acknowledged my next question that it was and he fumbled in the bag, withdrawing four pills. What I didn’t know is that all four were for me, Tom would take his later, and all four of them were going up my ass. The prelude to this was wonderful though as he palmed them and moved back down, his mouth breathing warm air over my cock, my balls, and his then the touch of his five-o’clock shadowed lips on my fuck hole. The pot at this point seemed to awaken, or my libido did, and he ate my hole with mincing little spasms of his jaw, changing pitch to stab his tongue deep inside me. I wasn’t clean and I wasn’t ready as my intentions had only been to suck dick and then go home. This didn’t bother Tom in the least and after a moment, it didn’t bother me either. When my hole loosened, I felt the first invading digit of his thick finger only for a second in and then out, only to return with a burning hot ember shoved deep enough to make me wince. I admit, I wasn’t the best pig right then as I was on the verge of complaining when he did it again and again, each pill pushed just under softy mass of shit in my backside. “Don’t fucking lose those kiddos or you owe me $100.” How I was going to manage that when the burn from his unlubed finger combined with the absolute burn of MDMA shoved unceremoniously up my ass started cramping my tunnel immediately. “Just hold it for thirty minutes and you’ll love it,” was the advice Tom gave me. But the expert knew I was all in when I nodded, afraid to speak lest those little pills came rocketing out. Tom’s way to pass the time though, that didn’t need any convincing. He moved up the bed, swinging his ass over my head, and lowered his hairy crack to my face. There are a lot of things in this world I love. Good music, good food, good drugs, and come inside me but nothing kicks off the pig in me quite like wolfing down on the puckered hole between two hard white ass cheeks. The taste is delicious, unbelievably so and while I had never licked one with such dense hair, I had spent some of that time overseas sucking on the ripe ass of a transwhore in Germany. One hand on each thigh, I sucked and licked while the ecstasy burned a line of bright pain in my bowels. Tom was an expert as well, allowing me in and then using his ass muscles to push me out. My eyes would open and close as I made love to his ass. Minutes rolled by and the pain turned dull and then disappeared. Then revulsion hit me hard, hard enough to gag me. No, it wasn’t a sudden drop back to the reality that I was sucking on a man’s shithole, possibly inches from his last meal, no it was the ecstasy bearing down on my like a freight train. It always happens this way for me. This sudden nausea hits me like a train and for a good ten minutes I couldn’t have licked and sucked at him if I tried. Tom again had the patience of a man on the verge of triumph.

I’ve been housesitting for a friend the last week and hopped on Grindr feeling horny and a little bored on Friday night. I started talking to this really hot guy in his early 40’s. He said that he and his partner were looking for a fun third who’s a bottom. We swapped numbers and they sent me their address. I was over there an hour later and was quickly inside, naked and sandwiched between the guys as we kissed and groped each other. I quickly ended up on my stomach, sucking one of the guys off while the other started to eat my hole and work his fingers inside of me. I was surprised when the guy behind me started pressing his raw cock on my hole being that they made it a point to say they only play safe with a third. The condoms on the nightstand never got used as the first guy worked himself into me ass raw and started to really fuck me with rough slow thrusts. Each time he thrust in, he pushed my head forward onto his partner’s cock. His cock felt amazing, hitting my prostate at different angles as he flipped me over into different positions. He got close to cumming but pulled out and the two switched places. The boyfriend must have realized there was no condom because he got annoyed and made a comment about it but he just lined himself up and slid inside of me. He was faster and less sensual, basically pounding me before he started to grunt and moan. It didn’t last too long before he was cumming inside of me. The first guy pulled out of my mouth and moved back to my ass and started to shoot on my hole and then shoves himself back into my ass, fucking both loads deep into me. Afterward, things got awkward since it was obvious that they broke their rules, not using condoms and now breeding so I got out of there real fast. Still a hot encounter and I wished they had both just been on the same page, it could have been a longer night.

Tom is what he introduced himself as when we climbed into the diesel monster of a truck. I gave him my name and for a moment, nervously paused, trying to make small talk. Tom wasn’t really interested but kicked his seat back, hiked his hips upward, and slid his denims all the way down and off, prying his boots down. Nor did it seem was he going to waste any time. The look in the dark was pretty clear so I reached over and began to turn my body so that I could put his cock back in my mouth. I’m sure I looked comical with my ass up, uncomfortably turned in the seat with one leg propped on the door and one in the floorboard. My only instruction at first was “take your time.” His cock was almost soft again when I started so I got a taste of what I love, a warm dick hardening in my mouth and his balls, hairy and huge, tightening up under the touch of my fingers. My mouth was wet and appreciative as I worked it back to life. My predictions were true once it swelled, it was easily 8 inches and nice fist grip wide with that massively thick line that runs like hose along the backside of man’s cock to disappear just above his balls. I slid my tongue down on his head, let the tip of my tongue run under the ridge and over that stretchy section of skin from where he was circumcised. Maybe it was time that had made me so desperate for this or his smell or just the fact that I was a whore, I was ready to be bred by it from the moment I put it in my mouth. After a few he used his hands to guide me off his cock, down to his ball, pushing my head there to rest on his thighs while he worked his hands up on the steering wheel. I heard the rolling snap of a lighter and the smell of burning weed from years ago. And with that acrid smell heavy in the air, I sucked his hair sack into my mouth, even trying to run my tongue back to lick his asshole if I could. “C’mon boy, smoke with me.” Now, I wasn’t thinking clearly at this point obviously. I was in the military with less than a month to go before I headed back and I knew from job searches in my high school years that pot stayed in my piss for an uncomfortably long time. I knew it and I clearly didn’t care. I came up far enough to take a long drag, ashes falling on the hem of his shirt. I somewhat unwound from kneeling over his cock as we passed the joint back and forth, almost returning to a side-saddle position in the seat. But my eyes were never really on him, they were always on his cock, reaching back to rub my palm down the hardness. We played like that until it was clear he was as high as he wanted to be and he pulled me back over to resume sucking on his cock. While he may have been high as he wanted to be, I was as high as he needed me to be and as high as I had ever been. This wasn’t laced with anything of that I’m sure, but this was high powered shit and my eyes lidded and then closed back as my lips found his cock again. I’m not sure about you but pot, good pot lowers my inhibitions a bit which is normal but closing my eyes and just wallowing in that dick put flashes of sick fetishes I had looked at, sometimes shamed from internet searches. A cock launching come across my face in one of these moments, licking deeply in a dark furry armpit, swiping my tongue as toilet paper across gaping shithole of some dom, of a fist sliding deep inside a hole; all of these images churned in my head. These were dark thoughts spurned on by the cock and my addled brain. Worship service ended sometime, though whether it was minutes or hours that I slowly swallowed his dick over and over again, I couldn’t really tell you. Tom gently guided me deeper, down enough where normally I would choke but in this state of relaxed bliss, enough to compliment my high with a loss of oxygen. Faster he went and faster I went, my head sometime bouncing loosely against the steerwheel. The first twitch of his cock he stopped, that tube on the back of his cock expanding as his cum was propelled into my mouth. And instead of cramming it downward, back into my throat, he let every pulse richly invade my mouth, the copper saltiness of his cum the only thing that was important. I swallowed happily and began to gently nurse his cock with my tongue. Tom at this point finally really begins to talk, “Mmm boy, you’ve got potential; I’m going to fuck you up good.” His word interspersed with little cries of agony from what I’m hoping was the best blowjob he’d ever had. “One more test and then we go.” I looked up at him, a little confused, my eyes shrink wrapped in moisture from having my eyes pinched closed, the man a little blurry. I must have looked like a lost puppy with those eyes but he clarified, “my piss pig, you going to drink it?” I’d never done that, never except in my most fucked up thoughts really even desired it, but for confirmation I sucked the head back into my mouth. It never happens right away in my experience and it didn’t that night, his cock was softening of course but with my mouth so willing, it took time. The first dribbles were acrid, disgusting, but heavenly in their grossness. He was courteous, giving me every opportunity to stop before he really started pissing down my throat. But I held on and swallowed every last drop he could muster even as queasy as this act made me then. But Tom fucking smiled at my effort and asked if I’d like to go home with him. High as a kite, I didn’t have a chance to say no.

Part ii Naked and on my knees in the darkened toilet after taking two loads deep inside me I was out of breath, sheened in sweat and still leaking precum from the experience. The fact I hadn't yet cum myself kept my brain in a fugue of horniness and my decision making had taken a break after the first guy had started using me. Now confronted by three men looking down at me, including the first man who not half an hour earlier had filled me with his spunk, I found myself reacting like I was on auto-pilot. It was as if I was indulging every pornographic jerk off session I had ever had, after enjoying so much porn and now having already taken two poz loads I guess I just felt it didn't matter what I did now. One of the men was holding his phone up high and in the spotlight that he was creating, clearly recording my debasement, I crawled across the wet floor on my hands and knees as all three men undid their jeans pulling out hard cocks that were now my purpose. As I reached them the man I thought of as the leader, the one who had taken my virginity, grabbed my head and pulled me straight onto his cock. I opened wide and his cock was pushed to the back of my throat. My tongue played around his length tasting the remnants of what I guess was his earlier fucking of me. I was gagging and coating his thick cock with saliva as he guided my head back and forth. My mouth was effectively being used as a warm fleshlight for his needs and I had already submitted myself to it. I came here to find out who I was. Now I had found out I was someone who got naked in public toilets and let strangers fuck them bareback. Who after taking poz loads had stayed for more. Who knew he was being filmed and photographed but kept sucking on the thick cock that tasted of his own arsehole. I evidently was a pretty good novice. "That's a good cocksucker. Enjoy that dirty cock in your mouth. We've got all night to play and these two want to try your holes too." Saying this he was indicating the two men he had returned with but all of my attention was on the thick dick filling my mouth and overwhelming my senses with the scent and taste. "Just so you know we all know each other and these guys are poz too. Once they heard I'd already bred you they figured you wouldn't mind taking some more dirty cum. Looks like they were right too, you need this don't you?" I raised my eyes to affirm that I did need this but the light from the camera shone into my face casting all three men's faces in shadow. I nodded instead, my lips stretched around cock. In that instant I realised that not only had I just had my cocksucking captured on camera with my face revealed perfectly but I had also just accepted I wanted, no needed, poz loads. The two other men now grabbed my arms and guided my hands to their rock hard dicks having me wank them as they watched my face fucking. I groaned around the length of meat stuffing my face as I felt those cocks. Both were so fucking hard but one was huge. Thick and long, I couldn't even imagine how he planned on fucking me but it was clear that was what was in my immediate future. The man in my mouth chuckled in approval as if he could read my mind. "Definitely a night of firsts for you eh?" Sliding himself from between my lips he patted my face with a gentleness that somehow made me even more willing to do whatever this man bade me. He motioned to the smaller man I had been stroking to take his place as he moved around behind me. This left me wanking the massive cock of the third guy. My hand sliding up and down it's length as he appreciatively rocked his hips and grunted his pleasure at my manipulation of his impressive organ. The second man stepped in front of me and pressed his cock to my lips. "Show me how much you love this toxic dick slut!" It was the first thing either of the new men had said but in that one sentence I understood that they all had ownership of me in this place. In putting myself in the position they had found me in I had offered myself unequivocally for their use. I immediately began licking and kissing along his shaft, using my tongue to tease his balls and running back up to his sensitive tip. With one hand on the floor now aiding to support myself and one hand still working Mr. Big, I could only use my lips and tongue to please Number Two. So I did. I worshipped that hard cock. Praising it with my mouth with a fervour that showed I knew my place now. Lapping at it with my tongue before taking every inch to the back of my throat and holding myself there until that cock was soaked in my spit. Then sliding my head backwards and forwards with my lips held tight around him. He too began rocking his hips and groaning in pleasure. Behind me I felt the fingers of my first Daddy press into my puffy, cum-soaked, hole. "Still nice and open I see," his other hand rubbed over my cheeks and squeezed my flesh as he finger fucked me harder. As he picked up the pace making me buck and moan his other hand worked a trail under me leaving my nerves tingling at every touch. As he reached my balls he grasped them and squeezed. His probing fingers worked deeper into me pressing firmly against my prostate kneading me from inside. My mouth full of cock I could only manage a strangled moan as my hips bucked urgently and I felt my balls convulse in his grip. Streams of cum splattered the ground under me and my whole body shook with the intensity. Number Two never relented fucking my mouth and Mr. Big kept my hand gripping his tool tightly. Daddy kept working my balls and pumping my hole with his fingers as he said, "That was so hot watching you cum so hard. Now we find out just what kind of bottom you are." Daddy pulled his fingers from me and almost immediately replaced them with his thick cock. I had no time to react or do anything, he was in me again, his big thick poz dick working my insides for the second time. After he had pumped inside me a few times I realised that I was pressing my arse back onto him and my cock was still hard flopping against my stomach as he began pounding my fuckhole. Even though I has just been so wonderfully milked of my cum my horniness had not abated. My need was still clear and present. I squeezed my hole, trying to show Daddy how much I wanted it. He got the message and gripping my hips firmly he began fucking me even harder. "That's it, that's the little slut I saw earlier! It just gets better now." As he said this his thrusts were deep, and measured, and were obviously all about his pleasure but the harder he used my hole the better it felt. At this point, as if choreographed, both Number Two and Mr. Big stepped away leaving me panting and moaning out loud as Daddy ravaged my arse. With both hands free to press into the ground I could brace myself against the powerful thrusts into me but my whole body still shook from each and every impact. My forgotten cock still slapped against my belly with each hard stroke making it throb harder. "Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Yes!" I was gasping a litany of my pleasure at being filled. I glanced up and saw the silhouettes of Number Two and Mr. Big still there, still stroking and still filming everything. Fuck. I had completely forgotten that was happening. I felt the pace pick up as I tried my best to stop collapsing from the hard pounding my now sloppy arsehole was taking and the firm grip on my hips became vice like. "Tell me what you need." There wasn't any question here, he was ordering me, making me say out loud it was ok for him to unload his poison inside me. "Tell. Me. What. You. Need!" His thrusts insistent his voice suddenly with a menacing edge and I felt another level to the excitement of having him fuck me. "I need it, your cock..your fucking cock and cum." I panted letting myself go with it, knowing just what he wanted me to say and why his cohorts were getting it on film. There was no going back from here. He slapped then gripped my arse cheek hard his fingers digging into my flesh making me yelp. "Say it slut!" He was jabbing his dick into my guts at this point clearly on the edge of painting my insides with his dirty payload and I obliged his desires. This was the only moment of control I had had in this entire night of filth and I gave it away in a second. "I need your sperm, your cum, your dirty fucking load!" I shouted as I felt him begin to spear me erratically. "Give me your poz spunk, make me dirty! Fucking breed me!" As I cried out my acquiescence his cock throbbed and he pressed himself all the way inside me. Load number three. My soaked ruined hole was now open for all and I knew it. As Daddy began to pull out of me he suddenly thrust one more time into me and pressed his face to the back of my neck. His kisses were a surprise but I pressed myself back against him relishing this moment of tenderness, he whispered in my ear. "I knew you would be a good boy the moment I put my hands on you, I hope to see you here again but I have to go now. I'll let my friends take care of you now, they are both very keen to enjoy your arse and I know you'll let them. Both of them have high viral loads so if it's not already working it's way into you they'll make sure you're pozzed by morning." I moaned like a whore as he withdrew his softening cock from my slick fuckhole and I stayed on my hands and knees. I knew too that I would willingly take their cocks and their loads. What he said made sense, it was already in me, why not just enjoy this? I'd already enjoyed so much. Daddy stood and quietly spoke to the other two while I waited ready for them to use me as they saw fit. As he left the building the camera was shut off and the room was once again plunged into darkness. Suddenly blind I was immediately apprehensive. I could hear them moving in the darkness and then I felt hands on my skin sliding over me, tracing the shape of my body as they both worked around me. I had no idea which was which or what they wanted to do. All I knew was I had just been handed over to their mercy.

I used to jerk off into condoms and mail them to a cum pig who lived in the middle of nowhere and was craving stud sperm. I kinda miss doing that. Any cum pigs here want my sperm-filled condoms?

Last night I was on Grindr and found this 35 yr old small framed guy. We chit chatted for a little while and then we set something up. I went over to his house and we went to his bedroom he had some porn playing and some big mirrors in there. So we strip down and get on the bed and he immediately dives down on my cock with a pretty good blowjob I move him in between my legs so I can force my cock down his throat he does enjoy sucking my cock and his enthusiasm on doing so really shows through. He then starts rubbing his cock on mine and I start playing with his hole. He turns around and gives me a really nice view of his puckered brown hole. I start slapping my cock against it and he reaches back with some lube and lubes my cock and his hole and then starts working my bare cock into his raw hole and boy did it feel tight. He got my cock worked deep into his hole and started ridding me pretty good but I’m a guy that likes to be in control so I have him kinda squat over my dock and I started to fuck my cock up into his asspussy i fuck I’m that way for a few min then I tell him to get on all fours on the side of the bed and I slide my cock back into his hole and I look behind me into the mirror and I see my fat cock disappear into his hole and it makes me harder I really begin to fuck his hole I’m mixing it up with long slow deep strokes with me bottoming our in his hole and me forcing more of my cock into him and fast deep strokes with me slamming into him and it’s driving him crazy he it leaking cum everywhere I feel him leaking on my legs it’s crazy really. But I feel myself getting closer to cumming and I don’t want to cum yet so I ask him if he likes ass to mouth and score one for me he likes it so I pull out and he turns right around and sends my cock all the way down his throat he works himself down off the bed and onto his knees and I lean him back against the bed and start throat fucking him. I do that for a little bit then I put him back in doggy and I slide back into his hole and get back to fucking him. I’m telling him that I’m going to breed his hole nice and deep and I start cumming and I slam deep into his pussy and stood 5 or 6 ropes of cum into him. I get slightly softer and he turns around and gets back to sucking me off. He’s trying to get me hard again and I’m wanting to but I just can’t. But I enjoy him sucking and cleaning my cock and balls. He’s a nice little cum slut. I pull out of his mouth and tell him I need to save some cock for my wife and start getting dressed. He stays on the bed naked. I finish getting dressed and ask him if he’s had anyone else today and he tells me that he had a guy earlier drive almost an hour to breed his hole. I tell him that I’m a member of this site and I’m going to post about this encounter he says cool. I get up to leave and he grabs me by the cock and gives me one last little suck before I leave.

Been chatting with this hot military bi guy. We decided to hook up yesterday. Had hinted I like it bare but never came out and said it. He showed up. How Picts did not do him justice. Lean body and nice hairy chest. We got naked kissed. Sucked rimmed. And he slid right into my hole. Pounded me for a good 20 min and then dumped his load in me. We rested and went for round 2. Another load in me and I shot on his chest. We went to shower and he fucked me again. One of the hottest men o have fuxked.

Please, please don’t kill Jordan or Daniel. But I do want to see Sage squirm like my fellow fans of your brilliant love story

I think the great majority of bottoms who claim that they want to be whored out do not appreciate what divides their fantasy from the reality. First of all, it takes a special kind of Top to do this, and they aren’t that common. It takes a man who derives a special satisfaction and pleasure in the kind of control over other men that is in its most potent form when one is able to cause another man to submit to being used sexually. The psychological rewards have to be great enough to outweigh the considerable effort required to make it happen. Second, it requires an uncommon kind of bottom to serve in the central role. The bottom must be experienced, skilled, must have considerable stamina, and must be able to take cock - a lot of cock, sometimes brutally delivered, and without respite. Most bottoms are not prepared for the rigors of extended serial sexual service. Assuming the right Top does find the right bottom, an enormous amount of work is still required to locate, contact, negotiate with, and schedule the Tops to be served - in short, logistics. It’s a nonstop effort for the Top from the beginning to the end of the whole arrangement, and if the Top did not derive pleasure from the “hunt” for men to use his “captive”, no one would ever do it. It becomes doubly important for the bottom to *actively* perform his role so that the clients, and by extension the Top, are amply rewarded. The bottom cannot simply lie there passively; a whoring-out is a partnership. I have only had the privilege if being whored out on limited scales, but enough to appreciate the work a Top does to make a whoring-out possible. I hope I get an opportunity to show that I am both capable and determined to hold up my end of the partnership. And of course, there’s all the cock. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in the cock,,, ?

Part 77 - Two Plus One “Hey, you interested in finding a guy to tag together” Nick asked as he was laying on the couch flipping through profiles on his tablet. “You bored with just us fucking?” Aaron asked as he sat in the chair twisting the new nipple piercing. “Nah, I just thought it would be a fun change” Nick replied. “Got anyone in mind?” Aaron asked, feeling his cock get harder. “Yeah, theres a couple guys I saw who are looking online that seem like they might be fun” Nick answered. Aaron picked up his new tablet and started searching. Nick would show him a pic or a profile and he’d nod, but none of them really seemed to excite him. There were lots of slutty twinks and some jocks. Each time he found something to rule it out - “DD free, u b 2”, “hot guys only”, “8+ only”, “no kissing” or his favorite “takes all loads, must be neg.” Aaron was looking for someone a little different than the guys that usually posted ads - someone who got looked over but was probably a great fuck. Nick was looking for a greedy bottom and he was looking for someone vers. Nick seemed stuck on the same type of guy and Aaron wanted someone that wasn’t a cookie cutter young gay twink. “How about this guy?” Aaron asked, holding up the tablet. “Really dude? He’s just so… average” Nick replied. Aaron didn’t think so. He thought the guy was handsome with a scruffy face and his hair pulled back in a man bun. He could see bits of ink and steel that seemed to show he had an edginess to him. He was a few years older than Aaron, but that just turned him on - he liked guys a few years older than him. None of the public pics showed the good stuff so he upvoted the profile. He kept looking and found a few other guys that Nick seemed to be just as uninterested in. He got a notification that he had a message and figured it was probably Nick telling him to “look for slutty guys.” He opened it up and it was from the scruffy guy. “Hey, thx for checkin me out. hot profile” the message said. Next he got a notification that the guy's private pics had been unlocked. Aaron smiled. “Maybe since we are looking for different types of guys we should just hookup separately” Aaron told Nick. He went back to the profile and looked at the three other pics. Nick scrunched up his face and replied “That wasn’t the idea. I wanted to have fun with another guy AND YOU” emphasizing the last two words loudly. Another message came in and Aaron read it “U lookin 2 meet today?” Aaron typed back “yah, bf and I want 3rd today” It was only a few seconds later that he got a reply - “BF? dunno. never done 3way with a couple. He got a profile?” Aaron sent a reply and his cock got even stiffer as he saw the other pics. The first was a cock pic showing his 7 1/2 inch pierced cock with a bend to it. The second was his ass which had a nice shape to it and light covering of hair. The third was a pic with the guy’s bare cock halfway into a slender black guy’s ass. Aaron showed the new pics to Nick and then read off the guys profile text “5 foot 11, 180 lbs, 7.5 cut, grad student needs NSA fun to relieve stress from cranky profs and parents. Avg looking guy with a non-average sex drive and a sense of adventure. Vers. Few limits and not into vanilla. Not a slut and picky about who I meet. No quickie/pump-n-dump. Like it long, sweaty and hard.” Aaron looked at Nick after he finished and said “Whatcha think?” “I’m not sure. If we do your guy this time, then next time I get to pick” Nick replied. “He’s not sure about a three way, so there’s no meet yet. That sounds fair though” Aaron said. A message came back almost 15 minutes later. “Ur bf is poz? urs says ‘ask’ so I am.” Aaron had forgotten that Nick had put his real status in the profile and figured that this was the end of this hookup. He replied though and crossed his fingers - “poz too.” Aaron and Nick went back to looking at profiles and a short time later he got a reply. “Dunno. never fucked with a poz guy b4. I only bb. would u guys pull out?” Aaron replied “We can try but no guarantees” and held his breath. He was encouraged since the guy even replied. He had several guys ghost on him as soon as he mentioned he was poz. “I’m crazy for even thinking abt this but its got me so boned. can we all flip?” came the reply. Aaron chuckled and said to Nick “Got him.” “of course. when, where?” Aaron replied. The guy wanted some time to clean out and Aaron and Nick did the same. They showed up at the guy’s apartment and knocked on the door. The guy opened the door and stood there nervously in just a pair of jogging shorts that had a huge tent. He looked Aaron and Nick over and then said “Hey, I’m Brian. Come on in.” The guys walked into the small studio apartment and saw the guy had cleared a place in front of the couch to play. “Hi Brian, I’m Aaron and this is my boyfriend Nick. It looks like you’re ready for fun” Aaron said with a laugh. “Yeah, I’ve been so fuckin horny but there’s been no free time for a few weeks” Brian said fidgeting. Aaron pulled his shirt off and then pushed his sneakers off. Nick pulled his tank top off and dropped his shorts while kicking his shoes off. Nick moved over and kneeled in front of Brian and pulled the jogging shorts free of the hard cock. Nick looked up at Brian and said “No piercing anymore?” “Uh, no. I took it out since it usually freaks guys out that I hookup with” Brian replied, his voice clearly showing how nervous he was. “No problem for me and I don’t think Aaron minds it either” Nick said with a grin. Brian reached over to the table and picked up the 2 gauge circular barbell and unscrewed the ball on one end. He held his cock and fished the piercing through the head of his cock and screwed the ball back on. As soon as Brian let go of his cock, Nick was licking all over it and flicking his tongue over the piercing. Aaron moved next to Brian and started kissing him while letting his hand roam over Brian’s chest. Nick was sucking Brian’s cock deep and flexing his throat tight around the end of the shaft, the piercing dug into the sides of his throat but it didn’t slow him down. Brian reached down and grabbed Aaron’s wrist and pulled his hand up, looking at his forearm. “Damn, thats pretty permanent” he said as he looked closely at the biohazard tattoo. “The bug is permanent too” Aaron said with a grin. “Yeah, that’s what I’m not sure of” Brian said. There was a long pause and he then asked “You guys mind if I fuck you but swallow your loads?” “Thats not really what we were planning. I was looking to get my dick in that hot ass of yours” Aaron said. “Uh… maybe” said Brian. Nick pulled off of Brian’s hard, spit covered cock and gripped the piercing in his teeth. He tugged a couple times and then let go, turning around and pushing his ass up in the air. Brian looked down and saw Nick’s butt wiggle and couldn’t resist. He knelt down and pulled the cheeks apart and shoved his face in. Aaron got down on the floor next to Nick and offered his ass up as well. Brian moved back and forth, feasting on each fuckhole for a few minutes and then over to the other one. His tongue and fingers worked both holes open and Brian’s cock was hard and leaking precum on the carpet. Brian couldn’t take any more and crawled up and mounted the guy in front of him, which happened to be Nick. He added some spit to the end of his cock and then slowly pushed in. He watched as the piercing and the head of his cock sank inside Nick’s hole and past the outer ring. He paused a moment, not wanting to go too fast and blow his load too soon. Nick was getting impatient and shoved his ass back, firmly impaling himself on Brian’s cock. Brian let out a grunt and tried to settle himself again. He held Nick’s hips tight for a few moments and then eased up. Nick took his cue and started to fuck himself, slowly at first. A few minutes later and Brian started his own thrusts and the two were fucking into each other harder and harder. Brian grabbed Nick’s hips again and slammed in three times hard and yanked his cock out, growling and shaking his upper body and head, trying to prevent his body from orgasming. He moved over behind Aaron and leaned forward, giving a half dozen rough licks around his fuck hole. Having calmed his balls down, he stood up and took hold of Aaron’s shoulders while resting his hard, leaking cock on Aaron’s crack. Brian stroked his cock between the crack a few times and then arched his back, aiming his cock a little lower before pushing in. There was some resistance and when Aaron took a hit of poppers, his hole opened up. Brian gave a long push and half a minute later was balls deep in Aaron’s poz ass. “Fuck guys, I don’t know which of you has a better ass to fuck. They both feel fuckin’ great around my cock” Brian said while he fucked Aaron deeper and harder. Nick looked back and watched his boyfriend get drilled and slowly stroked his cock to keep it hard and ready for any chance he had to slide into Brian or Aaron. He saw the contorted looks Brian was making while fucking Aaron and knew that Brian was so horny after a dry spell that he could blow at any moment. Aaron worked his ass around Brian’s neg cock hoping to get him to shoot a load inside so that Aaron could fuck Brian’s hot ass. Brian picked up on Aaron’s plan and slowed down and pulled out, pausing several seconds before shoving back in and fucking several strokes and pulling out again. He wanted this fuck to last all afternoon and not just 30 minutes. He fucked a few strokes and pulled out a few more times and then decided he needed to take a break or he would shoot his load. When Brian didn’t push back into Aaron’s ass, Nick made his move. He rolled Brian over and pushed his legs wide. Leaning over he sucked on each of Brian’s balls and then pushed him back and started rimming his ass. Brian moaned loudly as Nick’s tongue attacked his hole. Aaron straddled Brian’s head and fed him his hard cock. Brian started sucking and licking just as energetically as he had when he was munching and fucking Nick and Aaron’s holes. Clearly he was starved for sex. Aaron leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Brian’s cock and savored the taste of precum that was leaking out of his cock. He sucked and nursed on Brian’s cock and balls while thrusting his cock into Brian’s throat. Brian started writhing around and finally pulled off of Aaron’s cock and yelled out “Slow down, I don’t want to shoot yet!” Aaron leaned back and so did Nick. Brian went from a full assault to just a cock resting against his face in a second. Nick gave him a few moments to cool down and then spit on his hole. Slowly he lowered Brian’s ass down toward his rock hard cock. He aimed with his hips and the tip of his cock pushed into Brian’s pussy. “Oh fuck! Uh…. I don’t know…” Brian said as his ass came down the last few inches and Nick’s poz cock was half way in. Aaron steadied Brian’s legs and Nick started rocking his hips. “Oh my god” Brian exclaimed as his hole finally had a cock back into it after almost two months of no action. Deeper and deeper the raw cock plunged into his hole, stretching and forcing its way in. Brian groaned as the pain gave way to pleasure. Nick’s cock wasn’t too big for him, but the lack of cock fucking him had definitely gotten him tight. Soon, he felt Nick bottom out inside him and he let out a loud moan. Nick looked at Aaron and they both grinned back at each other. Nick slowly built up the speed of his thrusts and with the help of the precum he was coating Brian’s chute with, the fuck just kept getting easier. Nick leaned forward and started pounding Brian’s cunt and when he felt his balls start to tingle he slammed in and then pulled out. “Fuck! I’m so damn close!” he yelled out before falling back. Aaron quickly took his spot and easily slid his cock into Brian’s gaping hole. He started out slow, just like Nick and it took him a good twenty minutes to build up to a hard pounding fuck. Aaron wanted desperately to breed Brian. His ass felt so good around his cock and Brian knew how to work his ass muscles around his cock but not so intensely to cause him to shoot. He knew how to make a fuck last as long as the top was willing to play along. When he sensed his orgasm was about to happen, he too pulled out, yelling “Oh oh oh oh oh” as he tried to stop it. Nick leaned over and rimmed the now sloppy hole, tasting both his and Aaron’s precum. Brian started to stroke his cock slowly and once it was hard again said “I need to fuck someone’s ass. I don’t care who.” Nick stood up, kneeled on the floor and bent over. Aaron watched Brian roll forward and mount his boyfriend in one fluid motion. Nick’s hole was tight but it quickly adapted to Brian’s cock again. Brian pushed forward and then was on his feet, thrusting into Nick’s poz hole. He got into a good rhythm, not too fast so he could enjoy Nick’s pussy. Brian closed his eyes as he fucked into Nick and enjoyed it for a few minutes but was surprised when he suddenly felt a hand on the middle of his back, followed by a cock at his hole. Aaron was following Brian’s body, the end of his cock lightly touching the pucker of Brian’s hole. He kept this going for almost half a minute when he lunged forward and forced his cock back into Brian’s cunt. “Oh FUCK!” yelled out Brian and it was an almost certainty that any neighbors that were home had heard him. Aaron’s shove had forced Brian all the way into Nick’s hole and Aaron could feel the spasms around his cock. Brian hadn’t shot his load, but his body was not prepared for the quick invasion of Aaron’s cock. Once Brian’s ass had a gotten used to Aaron’s shaft, Aaron pulled back slowly giving Brian room to fuck himself on it and fuck Nick’s hole. The three bodies were close together and the heat enveloped them all. Brian’s thrusts started to get frantic and they all knew that he was about to cum. “Breed him, Brian. Breed my boyfriend” Aaron said in his ear. A few thrusts later, Aaron could feel his cock getting milked from Brian’s orgasm. Each pulse squeezed Aaron’s cock tighter until he couldn’t keep from cumming. Shot after shot of neg cum filled Nick’s guts and then the shots of Aaron’s toxic seed started to fill Brian. Aaron fell on top of Brian, pushing him down on top of Nick. Each hole was milking the last drops of cum out of the cock that was in it. Aaron pulled out first and laid back on the floor, gasping for breath. Brian was next and laid next to Aaron. Nick turned around and started licking both cum covered cocks in front of him. He would lick one a few times and then move over to the other one that was slowly deflating. He went back and forth until all the cum from their cocks was safely in his belly. He looked at Aaron and then let out a sinister laugh. Nick quickly lifted Brian’s legs and pushed forward, sliding his still hard cock into Brian’s ass. This time there was no slow start. He started hammering as soon as his cock was all the way in to the cum soaked hole. Brian couldn’t help himself, he clamped down on Nick’s cock and then would release. He already had one charged load in his ass, what was a second one going to hurt? He looked up at Nick and said “You want to breed me, don’t you. Just like your boyfriend, pumping your virus into my neg hole trying to knock me up.” Nick’s breathing was ragged but between gasps he replied “Yeah I do and you’re not trying to stop me. You want me to poz you up, don’t ya.” Brian’s hole started to squeeze harder and harder. He couldn’t say it verbally, but his actions told Nick all he needed to know. His balls contracted and his cock swelled up as he slammed in deep. “You’re fucked now” Nick said as a torrent of cum pumped into Brian’s ass. After a minute, Nick slowly pulled his cock out of Brian and let his legs down. Brian’s cock was as hard as it had been all day and pointing right at the ceiling. Aaron looked over at it and saw the precum still drooling out of the piss slit. He got up and quickly sat down on Brian’s shaft. Aaron rode it like he was on a mechanical bull, slamming himself down and then sitting up. Brian was grunting with each stroke, surprised that he was ready to fuck so soon after breeding Nick. Aaron barked out “Come on, give me that load. Shoot your last neg load into my ass, fucker!” Brian was surprised at how Aaron’s comments turned him on. His cock got even harder and his hips started to fuck into Aaron’s ass. Each time he slammed into Aaron he yelled “Fuck!” After half a dozen more shoves, he grabbed Aaron’s arms and pulled him down. The pulses were strong and Aaron could feel the cock pump its untainted semen into his cunt. Brian couldn’t believe how hard he shot. Usually his second load was much smaller than the first but not this time. The guys laid there naked in the apartment for at least ten minutes until Aaron said “Thanks, that was a fucking great time. We should probably get going.” “Yeah, that was one of the wildest times I’ve ever had” Brian replied. Aaron and Nick pulled their clothes on over their cum and sweat covered bodies. Brian showed them to the door, still naked and his cock partially hard. Aaron sent Brian a message when they got home - “You can hit hospital or clinic for pep if you want.” A minute later he got a reply - “Nah, I’ll take my chances. Let me know if u want to meet again.”

It was late spring Sunday afternoon in 2001, and I had been away with work for almost an entire week. I was tired, and in need of a shower after a long flight when I got back to my apartment, but instead of hitting the shower, I went straight for gay.com. My inbox was empty, and I was about to log off when an instant message popped up - it was Doug. Doug and I had met online about a year ago, and truly hit it off... conversationally, that is. He was a very good looking, if you were into daddy types. He was also a 57, tall, sexy eyes, nice, strong body with a hint of a pot belly, and TOP. I had never been fucked before, but had been fantasizing about it for years, and knew I was a bottom. I was up front and told him I had never been fucked and that I wanted my first time to be with someone special... and raw. His profile was very clear about the fact that he was HIV+ and hated condoms. And that's how it went for over a year: I liked him, and he liked me, but we would just be friends, because he was POZ, I was NEG. I'd always tell him "it's too bad you're poz because..." and I'd finish with something completely stupid, and he'd always say something like "I would never bareback you" because of some BS propriety or political correctness. Somehow though, whenever we chatted online or on the phone, we ended up talking about barebacking and how powerful and intimate it is to be bred with another man's load. But it was. "Hi Kriss!" his message said. For some reason he always spelled it wrong, but for some reason it didn't bother me a bit. "Hi Doug!" we chatted and he asked if I would ever want to meet. "We've been talking for over a year, and I think it'd be nice to finally meet. I really like you Kriss" I declined and said I was tired, and needed a shower, and a bed. That's when he said "I have both. Why not come by just for a drink? Besides it would be nice to finally meet who it is I've been talking to for a year" I caved. I DID like him and had fantasized being fucked by him HUNDREDS of times, but I also knew nothing would happen. He was POZ, after all and I was neg. It was already dark, and what was usually a five minute drive seemed to take 20 minutes due to some mishap on the road. The slow traffic gave me time to think about all the times we had told me how much he loved to be inside a man raw and give him his load, and how he knew I would know what he meant when I met the right man. I was rock hard by the time I had pulled up at his address. He'd told me he would be waiting outside because the buzzer to his apartment was broken. I saw him from far away and couldn't help but think he was every bit as hot as I had made him out to be in my mind, and more. As I walked towards him in the dimly lit parking lot, I saw him smile, and suddenly became very self-conscious at the wet spot my still-hard and leaking cock had made on my jeans. I blushed and looked down sheepishly and he smiled broadly, opened his arms, wrapped his strong arms around me, then lifted my chin to look into my eyes and said "Hi Kriss... we finally meet!" And promptly deeply kissed me. His tongue entered my mouth and gently swabbed my own as though to say "I've been expecting you." I threw my arms around his neck, pressed up against him and again became aware of how badly my cock was leaking for this man. The beautiful kiss lasted a while and when he withdrew, he smiled, and slid his hands down my chest to the front of my jeans and said "let's get you out of these sticky jeans and take care of you." The ride up the elevator seemed to take forever; I was weak kneed from the kiss, but also nervous, not knowing was going on. Was this going to be a purely social exchange? Purely sexual? Or a combination of both? I was aching inside because of what I knew I wanted, and finally meeting this amazing daddy-type man, but again, nothing could happen because he was POZ and I was neg. As he closed the door to his apartment behind us we kissed deeply again. This time he was more forceful. His strong hands grabbed my ass as he pushed me against his door and invaded my mouth with his tongue. Outside his kiss was welcoming and friendly. His tongue was now exploring my mouth. I was taken aback but for every degree of nervousness, it seemed there was like measure of blood rushing towards my engorged cock. This man wanted me, and I wanted him. I fell to my knees in front of him and deftly undid his belt buckle and button fly to reveal his majestic daddy cock. It was not yet fully hard but it was rapidly rising under my gaze. As I opened my mouth, I glanced-up at Doug. His eyes ordered me to swallow him whole. As his cockhead disappeared into my gullet, I saw his eyes roll back as I wrapped my lips and tongue around his veiny shaft and slid my head towards him. However, before I reached the root of his shaft, he stopped me and said "let's get more comfortable." We disrobed and I eyed him up and down, seeing a strong chest and round abs, his legs were strong too, and his entire body was, in a way I'd never seen before, very vascular. In a word he was beautiful. He sat me down on his couch and took his spot in front of me and said "Now, I want you to show me how much you like sucking daddy's cock." He slowly pulled my head back onto his now fully hard cock. I obliged and swirled my tongue around every bit of him until he buried his cock deep in my throat. I felt his head pop past my tonsils and the taste of his precum suddenly sprang to life in my mouth, complemented by the manly smell of his bush. As I was about to begin gagging he withdrew again and bent down to kiss me. Harder even then last time he invaded my mouth and throat with his tongue, letting me know he was in charge, and that I wasn't in control of the situation. That was true, but I also knew that I was in control of my actions. We both knew nothing could happen, because after all he was POZ and I was neg. Suddenly, in one motion, I felt his hands lock around my ankles as he pulled me onto my back, and saying "Daddy Douglas likes boy precum," he bore down on my cock again and again. Even as I trembled from the beautiful blowjob I was becoming increasingly nervous. His hands held me pinned, spread-eagle as he stopped sucking my cock and felt his wet lips and tongue slide over my full balls down towards my hole. Even as he stretched my legs apart wider than I knew they could go, his hands slid down my legs towards my ass. Doug looked hungry and determined as his hands pried apart my ass to reveal my virgin hole. I saw in him a weakness for my hole, as though it was something he needed, not wanted. That's when I felt his beard against my cheeks and his wet tongue caress against my hole. I had never experienced being rimmed, but needless to say it didn't take getting used to. I was in ecstasy as he worked ate my virgin ass. My cock heaved and throbbed as his tongue slid further and further into my hole. I was beyond thought - I was in another universe, and couldn't imagine going back to life before that first instant when I felt his fingers join his tongue inside me. I gasped for a brief second of pain, but soon was writhing in pleasure again. Doug resumed my inaugural rim-job as I suddenly realized my legs were lowering. He looked up at me as though wondering what was going on. In truth I didn't really know myself. As though in a trance, I took his hand and lead him directly into his bedroom, not knowing his apartment but somehow sensing that was where we needed to be. I climbed atop his bed on all fours and buried my face in his pillows. I didn't look back, nor did I have to wait to see that Doug was climbing behind me. He knocked my knees apart with his knees, spreading me wide. I felt his hands ever so gently steady my hips as, for the first time, I felt his cock head touch my freshly rimmed hole. That jolted me out of my submissive state as I became overwhelmed with fear. What was I doing? I was neg and Doug was POZ! Sensing my sudden change the gentle hands on my hips became like vise-grips as he folded down onto my back. He grabbed my wrists, and suddenly I realized that I was completely under his control. Doug whispered into my ear "Don't fight this, Kriss" which was exactly what I did. I panicked as I felt the pressure of his thick cock head increase as he bore down on my hole, his body controlling my range of motion, and as he was much bigger and stronger, my resistance was essentially futile. "It's been a year, Kriss" he whispered and licked my ear. His cock continued his advance into my hole ever so slowly. "I know what you want Kriss," he hissed "you're just afraid to come out and say it." "No" I cried, acutely aware his advance into my body wasn't stopping. At this point I could feel his whole head inside me, and my eyes were wide open as tears streamed onto his pillow as I tried in vain to escape my fate. I could only think of him as some kind of poison, something sinister. I betrayed what I had fantasized about so many times. "You know you want it Kriss. You've always wanted it" he whispered in my ear again. "But you're POZ, I'm neg!!" I whimpered, to which he replied "There's no poz and neg here Kriss, only me and you." I suddenly stopped panicking as I felt Doug let go of my wrists slowly and pull his cock head from my nearly open hole. A sudden and unnatural moment of loneliness came over me, then immediately subsided as again I felt his gentle but firm hands on my hips. The sudden emptiness I felt made me gently back onto his cock head which I could feel waiting for me. Slowly he began to push and the hard leaky cock I had when I arrived was back. I felt him push harder and harder until, in an instant, I felt myself relax thought and Doug's waiting POZ cock slid deep inside me. He held my hips, raw cock buried inside my guts for what seemed like hours. I had never felt so complete in my life, and wanted to experience every bit of his vein-laden shaft. I was still nervous but in a new world now as I felt his hips begin to rock back and forth. Finally I felt a man's cock so deep inside my hole, felt it withdraw completely, and plunging right back into me. I could feel Doug's cock plowing into my tightness. "Fuck yeah" I heard him moan as he continued to grind in and out of me. With each stroke, he picked up pace, ramming me with increasing regularity and force. I became more excited as his low-hanging balls began to slap, something I'd heard and seen before in porn, but never actually heard. I began to buck back to meet his thrusts, sweating profusely, just as he was. Suddenly he pushed my neck and face back into the pillow and lay down flat on my back. Panting and barely able to make out words, he said in my ear "Kriss, tell Daddy what you want." "Fuck me.... fuck me.... fuck me... fuck me" I moaned as he pounded ever harder into my now well-tenderized hole. Again he hissed "Tell me what you want, Kriss." "Fuck me harder Daddy! Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me Daddy!" I moaned over and over. "Tell me Kriss. Tell me you want Daddy's POZ cum. Tell me, Kriss!" he hissed again. "Breed me Daddy!" I moaned "Give me that POZ load!" Doug instantly began mercilessly slamming into me, as I felt his hard poison shaft thicken and tear deeper and deeper into my guts. I hadn't realized it was possible to be so violently entered, yet feel so much like a man."Take... this... POZ... load... Kriss" he growled into my ear through his panting and gasping for breath, and with one final thrust, buried his shaft deep inside me, tightened his grip on me, and, as I felt every muscle in his body lock-up, his cock spasmed, sending rope after rope of his POZ seed into my body. I could feel a warmth inside my ass that felt so erotic and forbidden, my cock instantly began unloading my neg load into the sheets below me, only to finish and be outlasted by Doug's climax that was just beginning to taper off. The warmth I felt inside with the first blasts of cum now became a scalding fire as Daddy's cock again began to slowly piston in and out of my ass. His pulsating cock softened just slightly, making me realize just how tender my hole was, and allowing his cum to start leaking out as he continued to work his load into my guts. He had collapsed on me but I felt safe under his weight. His cock finally sliding out of me, as he drifted to sleep, I felt my hole close up, and trapping my first POZ load inside my body. As we lay together I wondered whether I was just another fuck, or if it meant something more to him. After all, he was POZ... and now, I was also.

Back in high school my best friend and I had been fucking for awhile. One night after a foot ball game, I ended up staying the night with him. Typical weekend fun. We drove around drinking some low alcohol beer, then snuck into his room where we commenced our usual fuck session. As my buddy has a huge, nine or nine and a half inch cock, which is thick and uncut, I let him fuck me first, so I wouldn't lose my horniness. At that age I didn't know there were tops, bottoms and versatile guys. I just thought I had to let him fuck me if I wanted to fuck him. However, as a consequence of playing with him I eventually learned I was definitely a top, and remained so from college on through today. But back to this night, he was overly aggressive, he had my face pushed down into a pillow and was ramming his cock in and out of my hole incredibly hard. It hurt so bad, that each time he pulled out I found myself hoping he would miss the mark when trying to ram it back in. Thankfully, he missed several times and so I was, in some measure, spared at least some of the pain associated with being brutally rammed balls-deep by such a huge cock. We had the radio on and were in basement, and knew his grandma was sound asleep two stories above, so we were being as loud as we wanted to be. Finally he came. Afterwards I fucked him as hard as I could - if only for revenge. Truthfully I was kinda pissed he had pounded me so hard. The next morning, his grandma was at church and he had just left for work. I took a shower and was going to lock up when I left. I got out of the shower and went into the basement to get dressed. Standing naked in the basement bedroom, pulling my clothing together, I heard a discreet cough. It was his older brother, a football player who was one grade above us. He was standing shirtless near the bench press in the dark corner taking a break from his workout, which is why I hadn't registered his presence. I grabbed my underwear to cover my cock saying "Sorry. I didn't know you'd be here." "It's fine," he replied, adding "I actually got in late last night quite late, after the football guys went out drinking. I decided to crash at my grandmother's house rather than run the risk of being questioned by my parents." I gave a neutral reply saying "Oh, cool. Let me get dressed and I'll head out," pausing for a minute for him to leave, but he didn't move. Instead he commented "You know when I snuck in last night I heard a lot of noises and thought my brother was fucking his girlfriend, so I tip-toed down the stairs and saw him pounding the shit out of your ass. You gotta be sore from taking such a big dick." I was scared shitless at this point. No one was really 'out' back then, and if you were gay in small town you certainly wanted to do everything you could to keep it a secret. I just stared at him and stammered "Please don't tell anyone. I don't let him do it very often. I was just drunk, he usually just lets me fuck him to get off." Approaching me he responded "Don't worry man, I'm not telling anyone. But you really took a beating up that ass." He grabbed the underwear I was holding in front of myself, tossed them aside, suggesting "Lay back on the bed so I can make sure you're not bleeding," guiding me back onto the mattress. By the time he sat me down I was already hard. I tried to hide it, but he pulled my hands away murmuring "Don't worry, man, no big deal. Just lean back and lift up your legs so I can see your butthole and make sure it's okay." I just kindof mumbled,"okay," not knowing what to do. He was a few inches taller than was I, and some fifty pounds heavier with nothing but football muscle on his frame, so I complied when he said "Grab your legs and pull them up and hold them steady." Once I was in position, he crouched down at the level of my butt where he appeared to be visually examining my hole. Then he began ever so delicately sliding his fingers up and down my ass crack, his thumb occasionally seeking out and massaging my hole. Naturally all the while I was super hard, thoroughly turned-on by the thought of taking orders from a straight football jock with multiple girlfriends, who was now handling my naked little body as if it were a common every day thing. "Man, your hole is a little red. I better put something on it. Stay right there," he ordered as he stepped into the bathroom, returning immediately with some vaseline. I was still holding my legs up in the air when he got on his knees and started to look at my hole closer. I could feel his breath on my hole now and I was so hard I thought my cock was going to pop off. "Yeah, it's really red," he reiterated as his thumb again began exploring my hole. "Does it hurt?" he asked. "No," I whispered. This was a type of naked sexual thing I had never experienced and I my mind was racing, but before my head could explode my attention was diverted by an incredibly pleasurable sensation centered on my ass. Looking down, I saw his eyes on mine even as his tongue was buried in my hole. Now, my best friend and I had only sucked and fucked. We hadn't explored anything outside of the that two course sex menu, so a tongue-licking and a general massage of my asshole was an indescribable feeling. I involuntarily moaned like a girl. I couldn't help it. It was absolutely fuckin' amazing - and it was an utterly unexpected experience. He continued licking and laving my hole. I found myself closing my eyes and drifting off to a land of bliss, but when I occasionally opened my eyes to check out the tongue in my hole, each time I found his eyes were fixated on mine. I could also see he was stroking his cock - and fast, although given his position all I could actually see was a glimpse of his cock head, - and, of course, his hand shuttling to and fro. After several minutes he paused, stood, and presented himself to me: to my amazement his cock was quite like that of his younger brother, except signicantly bigger. His cock was at least ten inches, and had the circumference of a beer can. I couldn't believe it. My first thought was to go down on it, but was still under his spell, so I simply stood there, marveling at his tool as he meanwhile had begn lubing his throbbing cock with a generous amount of vaseline. And, when ready, he gestured for me to turn around and bend over. His mushroom head was laser-focused on my hole. It felt amazing, but I was scared to death he was going ram it into my ass. He, however, did no such thing, but rather rubbed his cock head over my hole, applying a bit of pressure on each pass, using one hand to guide his cock, and the other guiding my ass and legs, as well as providing a slight distraction. Again reaching for the vaseline, he began lubing my aching cock, telling me to jack myself off while he jacked off on my ass. I did so, as did he, but at no point did his fat cockhead leave my hole, so it was hardly surprising my ass was continually relaxing, so when at some point his cock head penetrated the outside ring of my ass. The sensation was a new level of 'amazing'. His massive, slicked-up cock head was opening my outer ring, each time hitting the inner ring. And yes, each time he pushed hard I was in some serious pain, but he was quite considerate, and he backed-off each time he came against my pain limitations. This went on for 15 or 20 minutes. I was barely able to contain myself. I was leaking precum and had to stop jerking every minute or two because he kept urging me not to blow. While I was young and dumb and knew nothing about edging, he certainly did. After several minutes of tentative fucking, he intensified the pressure on my inner ring, . Now and this time when I would find myself tensing-up, wincing in the process, he would gently urge "Breath slow and push out." He knew what he was doing because the second my inner ring relaxed just a tiny bit, he pushed his cock past it. I felt like a baseball bat just got pushed inside me. Tears started coming down my face, and he wiped them gently saying "Easy, buddy, you're taking it. Girls don't let me fuck them in the ass cause I'm so big, so I really need this. I f you let me finish off, I promise I'll never tell anyone you're a faggot." Gritted my teeth I muttered "Okay. Go for it." He was extremely gentle with me, and after about ten minutes he was all the way inside me. Even though he was bigger, it wasn't nearly as painful as when he brother fucked me, but again, we didn't know about lube or taking our time, we just fucked in order to cum. I had this straight football jock balls deep in me now for a little while and he was fucking in and out of me when I got hard again. He told me to stroke myself. After a few minutes of stroking my own cock, I was feeling pleasure from every inch of my ass inside and out, - through my taint, balls and cock. I was breathing like I had run a 5k. Everything felt so good. He started to fuck my hole faster and faster and telling me he was getting close. I was so turned on I started jerking faster and felt a burning pleasure inside my hole, ten inches and all around. I felt like my asshole was having an orgasm. My cock may have gone a quarter limp, but I was still plenty hard enough to continue jerking and could feel my cum boiling up as my asshole was shaking and felt like it was about to explode. He noticed as he was fucking me harder and said,"Yeahm shoot your load, man." That set me off and I moaned louder than I ever had before and exploded! I was cumming all over myself, my neck, face, and in my wide open moaning mouth. My asshole was quivering and clenching when all of a sudden I heard him yell,"FUUUUCKKK!" He started blasting his load inside my ass. It took him a minute to empty his balls inside me. I was soaked in sweat and cum, he was dripping sweat onto me from above. We stayed like this for a bit before I slowly started to pull out. I felt completely empty now. He told me to go sit on the toilet then shower again, he'd use the upstairs shower. Before he walked up the stairs, he said,"I've never cum so hard in my life. I needed that man, you took it like a champ." That night I jerked off eight times in a row to the memories of him fucking me that morning. The next day at school I was amazed at how easily we acted like it never happened. Not even a knowing look between each other. I became a top, but for a year in high school, I got fucked about once a week by a straight football player with a huge cock who made me cum like no one else ever has.

Part 1; I'm a 23 year old neg sex pig, and today was no exception, I was feeling fucking horny as HELL. So, into the shower, wash, and a real thorough douche of my sweet round ASS that I am very proud of, I should be, I work it out regularly enough, then, off I went to my usual sauna haunt. Ben was on the counter. - Hey Ben, how ya doing? - Hey Ollie. GREAT thanks. How are you mate? - I'm doing very good thanks. Too fucking Horny though. - Really. What brings you here then ... He said, being silly We both laughed. I paid my entrance. Given the usual locker key, and towel, and off to the locker area I went. BUT, today was different than usual. A guy in full Leather Gear (Chaps, Boots, and a Leather Waistcoat) was lurking around, drinking a Beer. He was also wearing a Cock-Ring that housed a massive bulging with veins erection. What made this look even HOTTER, was, he was skinny, gaunt, yellow, and a big Bio-Hazard tattoo above his naval. This Man screamed Danger. He screamed Death. BUT FUCK, I was already intoxicated! I found my locker, and got undressed and out of the corner of my eye I could see DANGER Man just staring! I locked up, wrapped my towel around me, and went to walk to the spa when I heard . - OI, cunt, stop right there!!! He kinda startled me, and part of me was saying to myself, 'fucking walk Olllie', a natural reaction I guess if the brain senses danger. BUT, as said, I was already intoxicated. So I froze. He came up from behind, and ripped my towel off letting it fall to the ground. - FUCK Yeah. One peachy round ASS! He slapped each cheek hard, then he parted them, spat on his fingers, and made my CUNT wet. He then inserted a finger. I gasped. - Sweet Jesus. You are one super tight Bitch! Right, get ya towel back on, and come with me to my private cabin. I am your very own private AIDS Daddy for the afternoon. I got my towel back on, and started following him as he walked off. I was filled with utter Fear. Yet, I was filled with an immense erotic intense excitemenT ?☣️?

I LOVE chainsmoking sites - they are horny for the same reason as barebacking - you know it will harm, possible kill you, and that's just what gives you the hardon, the risk, the riskier the hornier. Which are your favourite sties? SeanSmokes is fun and he jerks off while chaining, but he's fat and coughs all the time. We know that's what you do, but who wants reality? It's all about fantasy, where you smoke cig after cig down to the tip, swallowing every bit of the lovely smoke tar and nicotine. I like SmokingAlphaGermany, GBMarlboroGB, RedznTrainers, Smoke Breather and tommyhay1980, but my alltime fave is Matt Smoker - instant rockhard every time! You?

You make an excellent point, and you’re quite right about being aware of the reader - to an extent. On the other hand, just because every man’s basic need is food doesn’t mean we have to serve a peanut butter sandwich instead of a pot roast. I readily confess I tend to be guilty of constructing dense sentences, however, so in deference to your point I’ll amend it thus: He fucked Jimmy like one of Napoleon’s fusiliers ramming a steel-handled swab down the bore of a brass cannon as though all of France depended on it. (I was sorely tempted to add while whistling ‘La Marseillaise’ to the end, but let brevity win the day.)

Unfortunately, we're probably responsible for that. As acceptance has increased and we've felt more comfortable checking others out, some of us are probably more obvious about our leering than we used to be. Anyways, the overwhelming majority of guys are not at the gym to hook up with you. Don't care how hot you are. And even if you do find someone to play with, the overwhelming majority of people absolutely do not want to see you getting busy. Please respect others. Life does not imitate porn. But if you really want to hook up, then rediscover cruising. The first step, as others have said, is to advertise your availability. Which doesn't mean grabbing your hardon while staring at the guy on the ab machine; don't do that--it's gross. Subtlety is the key here. Your signals should be picked up only by guys who may be interested. An article of clothing is fine. I often will wear old bar t-shirts for instance. Next step is eye contact. If that seems to be going along alright, perhaps a smile. And if that is returned, strike up a conversation. But please go elsewhere if you meet with success.

I used to go to piss parties where there was a big old fashioned bath tub... whoever got in would be surrounded by a group of guys pissing away. I remember getting in and guys immediately pissing on every part of me including my open mouth.

As a bottom, I can understand some situations in which I'd need to tap out; however, those are few and far between, and usually involve issues other than just sex. (Like when I had stomach valve surgery: no sexy times for about four months, and the first time after that? Nope.) But I cannot understand why someone would say "I want to be whored out" without understanding what it means and making sure they're up to it. There is a lot of work the tops put in to coordinate the situation, and if the bottom flakes or winds up unable to handle it, there's a lot of disappointment on the part of the participants, and it could negatively impact the coordinating top's reputation in the community. "Oh yeah ... you're the one who set up the last bust or two, yeah? Thanks but no thanks." To my mind, if you're a bottom for a single top or a gangbang / whoring festivity, you have to be ready to put your ass where your mouth is ... as it were. If you ask for it, you'd damn well better be able to take it.

Chapter XX My love and I started talking almost at the same time. We were both aghast at what was happening, but we didn't want HIV. What were we to do? Our friends are being picked off one by one. We couldn't live with that, could we? We argued for an hour and then we heard a ping as another email came through. We rushed to check it out. It was another vid from the bar owner. His explanation came first telling us this was going to be live this time. Another of our friends had stopped at the bar an he had invited him in the back for 'special' treatment and he had accepted it after looking at the poz guys bulge in his tight pants. He told us to watch closely now and laughed. The camera then drew back and there was our friend on the bed naked. The poz guy was naked also and was hard as a rock an walking slowly towards our friend who could not take his eyes off of that huge cock, waving at him as he approached. Our friend had to lick his lips and was gulping some at the size of the cock he was going have in him soon. The bar owner climbed on the bed and raised our friends legs over his shoulders and started to rim his hole. Then he rammed his fingers in at the same time, grinding them in and around and dragging his nails against his insides on the out stroke. Our friend groaned as this went on, pain and pleasure combined building a need for release. Soon the poz guy pulled his fingers out, covered in blood, and before our friend could move he raised up and rammed his huge cock into him with one bone jarring thrust. He had turned the sound off, but we could tell our friend screamed. It had to have hurt like hell with what was almost like an arm being rammed clear into him all at once. Then the real fuck started. He was ramming as hard as possible, every in and out fast and hard. There was only one purpose in this, to poz his neg hole. We could only watch in morbid fascination to what was happening to our friend. The camera was catching it all. Then the poz guy reached out and got ahold of the camera and pointed it at our friends face as he continued to pound him relentlessly. Our friends pain was being replaced by rapture as his hole was destroyed but his pleasure increased and the pain faded to the background. This went on an on, for a good half an hour before we could see the poz guy starting to thrust evne more violently and then with one last thrust, he held still and was filling our buddy full of his poz cum. They laid still for a bit and then the bar owner got up and came away from the bed and turned his sound on long enough to say, "How many more of your friends are you two going to sacrifice to me before you come and get what you know deep down you want?:" With that the connection was broken. My love and I both sat and cried.

Every now and then...not often... you meet a guy on here or some other site or app that you find out is more than just chat and fantasy. I recently did. While only chatting and talking on the phone, I know that he's amazing. He knows what he likes and what his path is. Yet is selfless in every way. At the same time as he's into most anything, including what I am interested in, he is very open minded. In other words, despite being on the other side of the country, I hope we'll meet in person. I want to. Though even if we don't, the guy I've gotten to know is very special. Since this is a sexual site... he's hot, poz, open, and willing to be vers with me despite being a bottom. I love that he's so open minded and all about natural fucking. You guys might say so what...you haven't met in person and you might not even do so... how can you say this about a guy you never met in person? My answer is simple. While only getting to know him through chat and phone calls, I know he's one of a kind. I hope to meet him someday in person. Though if it doesn't happen... I know that I've had the chance to meet a beautiful poz natural man... even not in person!

Part 16 - Picking Them Off One By One Flicking through the many posts on facebook he found a picture of three guys, Mario, Jordan and someone called Curt. Diligently Sage had watched Mario unlock his phone many times and knew his pin code, Mario was sound asleep next to him. He saw that Curt had his arm around Jordan and could just make out Jordan's fingers showing he had hold of Curt's arse. It looked like he hung out at the same bar on Friday nights where he had picked Mario up, he locked the phone and replaced it. Mario's body was not coping well with the infection and he told him to go and see the a doctor, that was the extent of care Sage would give him. After all he had done what he intended to with Mario but he was getting nowhere finding Jordan, he thought he would keep Mario around a few more weeks since he still had a use. He had his most revealing clothes on as he walked in to bar, he only hoped that the traffic had not delayed him to much. Sage stood at the bar and ordered a drink, it was as if things could not have gone better, as soon as the bartender put his drink down he looked to the left of Sage to take another order. Sage glanced and there stood Curt their eyes immediately making contact and Curt nodded to Sage. Unlike Mario Curt was nearly his height and had a pretty defined look about his body. Sage nodded and returned his gaze as though he was looking at his drink, his eyes were actually fixed on the mirror behind the bar watching Curt. Unmistakably Curt was eyeing up Sage's arms and the muscle showing through the tight t-shirt. Sage smiled inwardly to himself and knew this was going to be easy, his view blocked by the bartender placing Curt's drink down, Sage turned to look out over the room his back resting against the bar. Curt sipped his drink "Gotta say man that is fantastic muscle definition you got going there". Sage nodded "Thanks" he looked at him and cocked his head to one side "I know you from somewhere". "Usually pop in here every Friday for a drink" Curt said implying this would be why. "No, not from here" he paused "I think it was a photo, some months back" Sage gave the impression racking his brains. Curt looked "hmm, I had a photo with two friends a while back it was on facebook". "Dam that's it, I'm sure you was in a photo with a friend of mine Jordan and his pal, err, Mario" Sage exclaimed. Curt laughed "Yes that was me" he relaxed as they chatted about their friends in common. Curt went as far as saying that he hadn't seem either of them for more than month, Sage said that Jordan had gone back to the east coast from what he could remember and didn't really know Mario that well only to chat to. They took it in turns buying drinks and Curt was getting a little flirty with Sage the more he drunk, Curt ran his hand along Sage's biceps mouthing the words 'holy shit'. Sage being charismatic and open to being flirted with attitude was starting to pay off. "So Sage, I don't normally do this, but do you want to come back to mine" Curt was edging on slurring his words. Sage smiled "You are very sexy Curt, but I don't know if we should" he ordered Curt another drink. Curt looked down "I should have guessed that someone like you would be more in to muscle men". Sage placed his finger under Curt's chin and lifted his head "Why would you think that?". Curt sighed "Don't know it seems to be the usual way". Sage kissed him lightly on the mouth "I am not that shallow, drink up then. I am not promising sex though". Curt gulped down with drink and felt the burn in his throat and coughed "Hell was that a double?". "Certainly didn't order a double" Sage placed his half empty glass down on the bar smirking. He followed Curt's slightly wobbly walking out of the bar, everyone else in the bar paid no attention to the two men leaving. Curt wrestled with his keys and opened the door to his apartment, Sage closed the door behind him and stood in the lounge. Curt walked over to took Sage's shirt off, his hands rubbed up and down the taught biceps, as he moved his hands over the chest and abdomen Sage closed his arms around Curt's body and kissed him deep. He hands moved to Curt's buttocks, squeezing and caressing them and jolting his shorts down in one motion so he stood partially naked until he removed Curt's shirt and he stood bare in front of him. The wispy blond hair and deep blue eyes starring back at Sage was more than he could desire, he slipped his shorts off and grabbed hold of Curt and pulled him in to his arms. His tongue lashed out deep in to Curt's mouth coating the inside with his saliva and rubbing his cock up against his body which was as rigid as steel, he was ready to seal Curt's fate for knowing Jordan. Curt pushing Sage away said he needed to get a condom, Sage picked up his shorts and pulled 3 condoms out showing them to Curt, their bodies collapsing on the carpet in the lounge they kissed liked their mouths were possessed by demons. Sage flipped curt over on to his stomach and slapped each cheek of Curt's arse, he kissed each cheek then spread them apart exposing his beautiful hole. Curt heard him spit and felt the warm saliva running over his hole before Sage dived in with this tongue. Curt cried out in ecstasy his legs pounding up and down against the floor as Sage tongue fucked and bit his hole, the alcohol in Curt's body making him horny he shouted out to Sage 'Oh fuck me Sage, fuck me hard oh Sage please fuck me'. Sage choose the special blue coloured condom that he always carried. He spat on Curt's hole as he tore the packet of the condom open and wrapped it over his shaft, Curt was not out of control that he couldn't check that Sage had put it on. His head arched up as he felt Sage's tongue eating his arse again, as quick as it had started it finished. He felt the muscled body snaking its way up along his body and looming over him. Sage tenderly kissing the shoulders and neck of Curt as he slowly moved up towards the ear, Curt's body arched and ached to be fucked. He turned his head and met Sage's lips as they parted and his mouth filled with Sage's tongue. He kissed him tenderly "Are you sure you want me to fuck you?". "Oh fuck yes and I want to feel your arms holding me tight as you do it" Curt replied in a husky sexual way. Sage kneeled up and pulled a sachet of lube from his shorts and bit the packet open, he put his finger nail between his teeth and bit a small part out leaving a coarse jagged edge on his index finger. Liberally applying the lube over his wrapped cock and Curt's arse he used a different finger to push some lube in and began to tease Curt's hole with the head of his cock. Curt gasped and moaned as the head slipped in, Sage gave a couple of gentle thrusts back and forth before slipping a few more inches inside his arse. Curt moaned and begged Sage to fuck his brains out, Sage lowered his body and slipped his left arm around Curt's chest, he heard curt moan 'Oh fuck yes hold me tight'. Sage lowered his full weight on to Curt's back gently and slipped his right arm around the neck positioning his hand on his left shoulder to shop him moving forward. Gently he eased most of his cock inside Curt and began to gently fuck without penetrating to deeply, his slow methodical movement broken by kissing, his hips moved up and down up then down with force that pushed his cocked deeper inside Curt who let out a loud cry. He had never felt such a hard cock inside him and every time Sage pushed in a different angle he could feel it pushing hard against anal wall. The stokes were gentle but very much deliberate, it was only a matter of minutes before the laxtex of the condom mixed with the oil based lubricant would wear it down and start splitting each time it was rubbed along the anal wall. Curt was moaning with a feeling of pleasure that he had never experienced before, the technique of Sage's fucking was extraordinary. Sage released his hold on Curt and slowly extracted his cock. Sage leaned over and whispered 'Fuck Curt you are so hot, stay there need more lube and to loosen your tight hole up a little', Curt lowered his head and produce an audible sigh of pleasure. Sage noticed a small tear in the condom already, he coated it in more lube and some on Curt's hole, he pushed his middle finger in to Curt's arse and passed him a bottle of poppers. Curt greedily began taking half a dozen long hard sniffs and Sage seized the moment and slipped his index finger in carefully, finger fucking him for a couple of minutes he then twisted his hand quickly ensure the jagged nail caught and ripped his anal wall. Curt's arse bucked but mixture of poppers and alcohol mistook the pain as pleasure and kept pushing his arse back on the fingers. Sage never one to miss an opportunity dug his finger in deeper and twisted them three more time before pulling them out. There was a good coating of blood on his two fingers which he licked tasting the blood of his new victim, he pushed his cock in harder this time as Curt screamed in pain and pleasure. Sage wrapped both his arms around the chest of the Curt and began to fuck him with more intensity, his grip on Curt preventing his body from moving away from his thrusting. Curt grabbed Sage's head pulling him towards his mouth, he was rewarded by the invading tongue of Sage, Curt's other hand was pushing up against the base of the sofa as if it would ease the rocketing thrusts his arse was now enduring. Sage raised his head and smiled at the feeling of the condom finally giving way and releasing his cock along with the stored precum in the tip. Curt laid there in heaven 'Hold me tighter Sage and fuck harder' he begged, Sage was only to happy to oblige. Sage ramped up the speed and intensity and pounded the sheer life out of Curt's body for a good 15 minutes until he felt his balls tightening. Curt began to resist and tried to free himself from Sage's grip but the more tried to ply the arms away the tighter they squeezed and held him, Sage sneered 'You wanted to get fucked now shut up and take it'. At that moment he rammed his hips so hard against Curt's arse that Curt squealed in pleasured pain and his eyes rolled up behind the eye lids, Sage could not see how much Curt was enjoying this since he was fixated on breeding his victim. Curt was rewarded for his good behaviour as his arse was flooded with stream after stream of Sage contagious bodily fluid, he continued pushing his hips hard against Curt's arse grinding as he did so. He had to make sure that his toxic seed coated all of his insides like an abstract piece of art. Curt collapsed forward panting heavily and Sage pulled his cock out and inspected his blood covered cock, all that remained was the plastic ring of the condom and a couple of latex strands, the rest had shredded completely apart during the fucking. Sage slapped Curt's arse and chuckled, not only would be by shitting toxic seed it would have blue latex mixed in. Sage went to the bathroom and cleaned his cock, Curt was sparked out on the floor when he returned. Sage dressed and went towards the door before he turned back to look at Curt who was now lightly snoring, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and snapped a picture of Curt. Smiling to himself and looking at Curt, he was by far the easiest stealth fuck to date, he closed the apartment door behind him as he left. Mario was feeling better and browsing the celeb magazine websites. A picture caught his attention title 'Nicky and husband fun in the sun'. The picture had been retweeted by friends of the person who took it until one eagle eyed gossip columnist came across whilst searching #FamousPeople, from there is circulated and appeared in several publications. Mario did a double take looking closely, it was definitely Jordan with his arm around a younger guy. Why on earth would Jordan be in Barbados with another man and who was it?, curiosity got the better of him and he googled the hell out of the picture trying to find a mention of the other people in the photo but it was coming up blank. He put his tablet down and dozed off. Sage opened the apartment door and walked in to the bedroom waking Mario up. "Glad your back Sage" Mario tentatively spoke "Jordan was in Barbados" he showed Sage the web page. Unmistakably he saw Jordan and the other guy "Who is the guy he is with?. Mario cowered slightly "I don't know". Sage saw Nick and Kit in the picture, he sat down and let Mario drift off to sleep again. He googled Kit and saw social media posts where he always seemed to be in one of the live music bars for an hour on Wednesday evenings. He smiled to himself, time to make a new friend tomorrow night he thought. It may be difficult since Kit was a famous rock musician himself but he would turn on the seduction that Sage did so well. He looked at Mario laying there in bed, pathetic idiot he thought broken so easily but in some way Sage was drawn to Mario. It was still early as Sage headed off to downtown LA and the bar just off Rodeo drive, deliberately taking the bus in he had time to study the photos of Kit in the bar. He nearly always sat in the same place to the left of the bar and the times on the photo postings were nearly always between 7 and 8pm. Sage pushed the door open and walked looking around strange he thought, this doesn't seem to be the place. He wandered over to a completely different looking bar and asked the bartender if this was the live music venue. The bartender laughed and pointed to a door at the back telling Sage the music lounge is out that way and is just getting started. He walked through and smiled, this is it he thought walking over to the left side of the bar he sat down and ordered a coke. The first band was playing a type of country rock playlist, he was totally immersed in the performance and didn't notice Kit coming in or that he was now standing behind him. The band finished and were taking a 15 minute breather, the lounge was only half full and Sage sensed someone behind him and turned on his bar stool to face the bar. "Hell dude, where did you come from" Sage made the pretence to jump in surprise. Kit laughed "Sorry mate didn't mean to make you jump". Sage laughed "I didn't know you where standing behind me". "Great band aren't they?" Kit stated. Sage glanced over at them "Pretty good, but I am just getting in to this style of music and still finding my way". Kit looked and assumed he didn't know who he was "I can help you understand I am in a band like this". "Really? thanks man would appreciate it" Sage held out his hand "I'm Sage". Kit took his hand "Names Keith but everyone knows me as Kit, you here alone?". "Yes, how about you?" Sage returned. Kit laughed "I am, Wednesday is my free pass night. How about a drink and we go sit at a table". "Thank you Kit that would be awesome, nice to have someone to talk to about the music style". Kit stayed in the bar for 2 hours with Sage they chatted on and off between the music until he declared that he would have to head off. Sage walked with Kit to the door and they agreed to meet up here again next week and swapped mobile numbers. Kit arrived home as Nicky was reading a script for a film, he told her about meeting a great guy who he just spent a couple of hours with talking about music. And the best part he doesn't know who I am, gonna meet him at the bar again next week. Nicky leaned over and kissed him and said it would be good for him to have a friend outside the band and the Hollywood set.

In Europe I'd say Berlin and Barcelona. They are not called Barelin and Barecelona for nothing.

FUCK.... I want to be POZ!

I've had some fun lately. 1) Guy on Fetlife from a town about 45 minutes away. He was going to be in town on Wednesday to pick something up from a friend, and wanted to know if I was free. He came over around noon. I could hear that he was doing something in the hallway when he let himself in (I could not see from where I was on the bed), but then when he walked into the bedroom he had a leather harness on and a full leather mask where the only openings were for his eyes, nose, and mouth. He gave me some not-so-great head for a few minutes and then moved into doggy style position. I took the hint, lubed each of us up, and started to fuck him. We both used some poppers and a few minutes later I blew my load in him. We didn't talk at all post-fuck, and he just got his clothes on and left. He texted a couple times afterwards and said he enjoyed it and would be open to doing it again. He had a nice beefy body and a nice hole, so we'll see. 2) I had been chatting with a younger guy on BBRTS for awhile but scheduling never worked out, until last Sunday. He said that he was getting stoned and relaxing. I asked if he wanted company, thinking it would probably end up being the usual flirting with nothing coming of it, but he said yes. We talked a little about finding another top or two to join, even putting up a quick connect ad on BBRTS, and I said that he should look around while I was driving since it would take me an hour to get to his place. We got along really well. He has a nice young cub body, very experienced in both oral and anal, and very expressive with his moaning and body language. I fucked him, bred him, and then we cuddled and chatted and kissed. Then we went for round two, followed by more cuddling/kissing/chatting. Then we got dressed and headed over to the building next door (apartment complex) where he knew another bearish Latino guy. They smoked a little more pot while we all chatted, and eventually we moved into the bedroom where we got into a tag team where he took a load from the neighbor guy. Then we (bottom and I) went out to get some dinner, and we made out in my car in his parking lot when I took him back. He plans on stopping by my place on his way home tomorrow. He also said I could set up whatever I wanted - meaning inviting more tops to join us. 3) On Thursday night, another top buddy and I were in the mood to tag team some hole. So I messaged a couple bottoms on Grindr, being very blunt and asking "want tag teamed?". Two guys in particular responded and said yes, and we exchanged pics and everything. The first bottom flaked out and made some excuse about his sister dropping by his house. Other bottom showed up, took a quick shower to clean out, and then he came into the room and we got the tag team going. He was definitely a power bottom, fucking me back while I was trying to fuck him. I left a load in him and then my buddy took over...not sure if he actually came in him or not. Afterwards, as bottom guy was thanking us and making some small talk before leaving, he and I just sorta got to chatting about stuff...barebacking, bathhouses, reasons for being slutty, etc... and it was really nice. I enjoy hookups that can turn into a conversation after. The other top eventually left, but bottom guy and I kept chatting (eventually moving to living room, opening a bottle of wine, discovering we had a lot of common interests and views on things, etc...) Long story short, we ended up back in the bedroom where we had this insanely intimate fuck. We did some fuck/cuddle/fuck/cuddle for awhile and eventually ended up spooning and chatting until about 3am. Unfortunately he's not local, but will be back in the area next week, so we've already set up plans on Monday to see each other again.

Hi guys, I'm staying in Syracuse for awhile with a poz Dom. The good news is I can host now. If you're looking to fuck and unload hmu. I'm poz but not on meds, and open for anything especially poz tops. wickr nickbttm or 315 892 1561 24/7

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 ??

Would love to share a rig with you and eat your ass for an hour! SH WPWW// Oi bruder!

Getting caught Part 2 It had been a couple weeks since my best friend's older brother had caught us and subsequently ended up fucking me. Everything was normal, he never let on that we even did anything. Which was cool, 'cause that put me at ease and made me feel like he really would keep my secret. It was Friday, another football game day. Everyone wore our school colors, the cheerleaders wore their outfits and the players wore their jerseys. I had gotten to school a couple hours early to hang up some artwork in the art room, which was in the same building as the basketball gym. There were a couple offices, two school rooms, two locker rooms with showers and the workout room all in the basketball gym. The art room was separated from the weight gym by two metal doors and in between those doors was a short hallway, two storage closets and a small bathroom. I had gotten the key to the art room the day before, got to school early and let myself in and started hanging the paintings. I had only been at it for about ten minutes when I heard someone knock on one of the metal doors separating the weight gym and the art room. I thought that was odd, but just thought one of the coaches got there early and needed something. So I went and unlocked the metal door, opened it and to my surprise it was my best friend's brother standing there. I was surprised and said,"Oh! I thought you were a coach, I'm just hanging up some paintings before school starts." Still acting like we hadn't fucked two weeks ago. He said,"yeah, I saw your car wasn't at your house on my way back from my girlfriend's this morning." I assume he had gone over to his girlfriend's house early in the morning while her parents were at work to fuck her. He did that often. We chit chatted for a couple minutes when he said he had to get in some chest exercises and went back into the weight room, leaving the metal door open. I figured, I'd just lock it back when I was done. I could hear him working out for about 20 minutes then I heard him yell,"hey buddy, can you come help me real quick." I went through the first metal door assuming he needed a spotter and was surprised to see him standing in the little bathroom instead of the weight room. There he was shirtless, again, showing off...and I realized we were alone again. He said he had gotten a piece of metal stuck in his hand but couldn't see it well enough to get it out. I looked at his hand, but I was standing in the way of the light, so I sat down on the toilet so I could see his hand better. I saw the tiny sliver of metal in his hand and started to push around it til it was far enough up I could pull it out. "Got it!" holding up the little piece of metal. He said,"thanks man," and playfully patted the side of my face with his hand. I smiled, then he did it again, this time he left his hand on my face. I looked up at him and swallowed hard. His crotch was at my eye level and I could see that HUGE cock of his was beginning to get hard. He started rubbing my lips with his thumb smiling down at me, then pushed his thumb into my mouth. Yet again, I find myself experiencing intimacy in ways I've not experienced yet. His brother, my best friend, and I fucked, but sucking and fucking were all we did. He began slowly pushing his thumb in and out of my mouth through my lips. This immediately got me aroused and I was trying to cover my boner again. He smiled and started rubbing his growing erection in his shorts. He quickly reached over and swung the bathroom door closed and locked it then went back to stroking his cock and fucking my mouth with his thumb. I could see he was fully hard now. "It" was standing straight up and forcing it's way past his waistband. I don't know how or why, but I reached forward and pulled his shorts down to release his massive cock. It was beautiful this up-close. His cock was ten inches and as thick as a beer can, with a big head and uncut too. I gulped, he removed his thumb from my mouth, grabbed the base of his cock and said,"it's okay, go ahead and suck it if you want to. I know you want to try fitting this big thing in your mouth and get your tongue all over it." I slowly reached out and grabbed his cock and began to lick it. It felt so good to have his cock in my mouth. I pulled back a little and said,"I can taste your girlfriend." "Tastes good, doesn't she?" He responded. I had to admit, it did taste good. Really good. Why was it suddenly 190 degrees in here? Fuck, I was horny. I started sucking his cock with enthusiasm now. I wanted to make him cum in my mouth. He moaned,"yea, suck that cock. ahhh, you're better than my girlfriend, you can actually get half of it in your mouth." I don't know why, but I felt...proud? Yea, I was proud that I was a better cocksucker than his girlfriend. Wow, I really must be gay. He told me to get my dick out and jerk off while I sucked him. So I wasted no time in doing so. I was sitting on the toilet, with my jeans around my ankles, jerking off and sucking this straight quarterback's giant cock. He kept telling me how good it felt and to use my hands on the part I couldn't fit into my mouth. I could tell he was getting close to cumming too, when he grabbed the sides of my face and pulled my mouth off his dick. He held my head in his hands and looked down at me smiling and slowly made me stand up while he lifted my face. We were standing face to face with our cocks in between our bodies. He wrapped his muscular arms around me and pulled me close to his body. He was giving me a tight hug, resting his head on my shoulder, I could feel his breath on my neck, our cocks were smashed together, he slid his hand down my ass and began running his fingers up and down my crack, resting on my hole and massaging it firmly. I moaned against him. He turned his head slightly, his mouth was against my neck and I felt every bit of his hot breath against my skin, then, he kissed my neck. A long kiss with his wet lips on the skin of my neck at the same time as he pushed a finger up my hole. Again, I moaned. I had my eyes closed and just stood there, letting him do whatever he wanted to me. He began to kiss up my neck, across my cheek and when he got to my mouth, he pressed half of his lips against mine with our mouths barely open, and just breathed. He was finger fucking my ass while he stayed like this, when all of a sudden, he breather out at the same time I breathed in which caused me to literally breath in the air that he just breathed out. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever experienced and I felt like I was about to pass out for a second. He said,"suck my tongue," and proceeded to stick out a very long tongue. No wonder it felt so good when he tongue fucked my hole for the first time. It was warm and moist and felt like I was sucking a tiny cock. He pulled back a little bit, knelt down where his face was at eye level to my cock and gently removed my shoes, then pulled my feet out of my jeans and started to raise up, licking my cock for a split second on his way up. He reached behind me and lifted me up and put me on the sink. Sliding his hands and arms along my legs pulling them up until my knees were resting on the inside of his arms. "Wrap your arms around my neck," he commanded. I was immediately lifted up into the air, being held there by his strong muscular hard body. I felt his cock press against my hole. There was no way it could enter me like that. He quickly sat me back down on the sink and squirted a bunch of soap into his hand, rubbed it all over his huge head, picked me up in the air again and sat my hole down right onto the end of his dick. It painfully entered me about an inch. I moaned but let him continue pushing in and out of my hole. He sat me down on the sink again, and got another big amount of soap, rubbed it on his cock, picked me up again and this time forced half of his ten inches into me. I let out a loud,"OW!" He kissed my cheek and told me to breath and push out, just like last time. In thirty seconds he was balls deep inside me again. When I felt his balls on my cheeks I also felt a strong sensation deep in my ass, his massive bell-end hit my prostate hard in this position and I began to leak precum. "Fuck. No one can take this dick all the way." he breathed against me. He started bouncing my body up and down on his cock. With him holding me in the air like this, there wasn't a way to fuck me slowly. So he didn't. I was getting rammed up and down onto his monster dick. Every time he would bury himself up my ass it would hit my prostate. He started going so fast it felt like I was being jacked off, even though I couldn't touch myself. "I'm gonna cum in you," he moaned,"you want me to shoot my big load deep in your boy pussy?" I had never heard the phrase "boy pussy," and under any other circumstance I would've hated hearing it, but right now, he was right and he was plowing into my g-spot so fast I couldn't think clearly. "Please cum in me, Cum in my pussy," I said loudly as our bodies forcefully slapped together. It came out of nowhere, we both started to feel it hit us like a truck. The pleasure we both felt all over our bodies could no longer be contained and it was about to be released. He pushed my back against the wall, while still holding me in the same position and growled as he began to pound my hole like a fucking machine, then his whole body went rigid and began to shake and I felt his cock throbbing hard inside me blasting load after load into me at which point I began shooting all over both of our stomachs, chests, and neck. I was cumming so hard and so much that he looked down at my spasming cock and I shot cum all over his face. He slowly let me down, his cock was still slightly in me as we leaned against the wall. He kissed me real quick and told me to lick my cum off his face. When I was done, his cock had come out of me and he said,"You still make me cum harder than anyone. Try and keep my cum inside you 'til after the game tonight. I want to know you're in the crowd with my load inside you." He pulled up his shorts, unlocked the door, and went back to lifting weights, leaving me naked with the door open to take care of myself. That night after the game, all of students went down to the field to congratulate the team. He was there with his top off, coated in sweat hugging his girlfriend, as they walked past me. "Good game man!" I yelled. He turned back and said,"did ya keep that thing I gave ya?" I was shocked he said it, but I didn't let my face show it,"sure thing man, right where you put it." He winked at me with a smile, grabbed his girlfriend's hand and walked off to the parking lot.

I feel a need to tell someone about this, this was my first experience not only at dore but at one of the "private" parties. Never been to dore, never done anything like this before. Me and the bf went, he's pretty experienced with the crowd - back in the day was a pretty big cumdump. I meet a lot of his old friends from his more promiscuous days, and have a bunch of fun. After getting drinks at a nearby bar, we decide to head to a private party he's on a mailing list for. Maybe I was feeling the vibe of the street fair or the booze, but I was pretty self confident about it. We get in this party and one of the things I notice is just how fucking -hot- everyone is. All of my bathhouse experiences so far have been stuff that was much more "casual weekday", where the crowd is a bunch of older guys or people who are not my type at all - I'm there either to fool around with my partner or just relax and enjoy being ogled at. Suddenly I'm in a room with a ton of guys who are all closer to my age, wearing gear, have amazing confidence/cocks/etc, or any number of things. Was very easy to get riled up. Anyways the juicy bits: Eventually we wander into the dark room part of the party. Me and the BF have some fun planned with friends this upcoming weekend so we agree to play it "safe" for their sake (and also because it's my first time). Turns out playing it safe can still get pretty wild. There's a platform in the middle of the room I lay my BF on, making out with him. Behind my bf, I notice this smoking hot guy with a beard and beautiful fuzzy ass just sitting there in his harness/jock, so I make a comment. Immediately me and this guy start grinding, making out and rubbing on each other in front of my BF, who is loving it. I force the slut down on my cock and finger his hole, occasionally moving to finger my bf's hole too. We eventually draw a small crowd and one of my bf's old buds finds his way behind this guy and gives him what he needs: thick cock in his lubed up cunt. They fuck like mad, and the bottom moves to make out with my bf between sucking my cock. At this point, my BF was taken by total surprise - he expected I'd be a lot more timid as this was my first time in a sex party situation. But I've had enough of looking. I fucking crave to feel my cock inside this bitch's pussy but know I can't. Well, good thing my bf's cunt was right there. I pull the bottom off my cock and drag my bf's ass over the edge of the platform with him on his back. Then dive right into my BF's cunt, which is always loose. The other bottom who's taking it doggy style is right above him. With them both getting their brains fucked out while making out, I get damn fucking close to breeding my boy right there but want to hold back so early into the party. Plus we were attracting a crowd (my BF is a very noisy bitch), and didn't want too much heat on him. I'm a good sport and help direct cock to our new bottom friend, who's hungry for loads. We wander out of the dark room and mingle with some of the people near the bar. Everyone is super fucking nice which is great, and really helps dispel a lot of the pressure. I don't feel like I -need- to fuck around to have fun here which is great. Still, as we start to get more comfortable with the vibe eventually I have my BF sucking off cocks in the circle right at the bar. It's not enough though - I need cunt and he needs his cunt filled. I drag him back into the dark room and push him back onto the platform again, fucking his brains out. At this point the party has picked up a bit and he's not the only bottom having fun - we are surrounded by men loading up bitches, and tops egging on the breeding. People keep groping me to check if I'm wearing rubber (I'm not) then encouraging me. Its fucking hot. One of the bottoms getting fucked was our bottom friend from earlier. He's sweaty as fuck, in heat and getting his pussy loosened up. Turns out he's been quite busy while we were away mingling, and has 8 loads in his cunt. He feeds his cock to my bf while he's being fucked and while I'm fucking my bf (my BF is always the biggest bitch in the room). Eventually he gives my BF a nice surprise - sits on his face, unloading all his cunt loads into my his mouth as I fuck him hard to the beat of the music. Everyone is watching. I make out with our slut friend as my BF rims, and it sends me over the edge - causing me to load my BF's cunt up with my seed. Again, we're trying to play it "safe", so I don't want to stick around. We're surrounded by hungry tops and bottoms in heat looking to get a piece of what they just saw. I force my BF to get up and drag him back out to the bar before people started getting too into my boyfriend, letting our new cumdump friend have the spoils. About ready to pass out from the heat/sweat (fuck that place needed a stiff breeze), we mingle a bit more and head out. Fuck, feels almost hard to believe I just went through that experience. Next time we plan on not holding back and being prepared to have a lot of fun, as next time we won't have to worry about keeping some friends we are going to fool around this weekend with safe. And you know what? It was all oddly romantic. I feel like I just climbed mount everest with my man and we went through a special experience together. Fuck I love him.

record for swallowing was 16 in one day...finished with 1 in my ass... a buddy and me rented a hotel room and placed several CL ads for guys to come over and feed me... I sucked off and swallowed 8 of them 2 curious guys came over and watched str8 porn and jacked off and let me eat it 2 guys who needed a place to play came over and let us watch and I got to eat their loads when they finished as the cost of letting them use the room to play. 3 guys came over at the same time for a circle jerk, my buddy shot a load with them and I mixed them all together before eating it while they watched! And we ended the day with my buddy fucking a load into my ass before we called it a day!

Part 12; With that, he forcefully shoved the new neg twink in the direction of Pete and left to join the rabble upstairs. Pete caught him after the hard push, and upon catching him, ripped his singlet so it hung from his frame in tatters, showing off a tight tort sweaty body, and nipples that he had obviously spent a lot of time working on! Pete then stood back... - Get your trainers, socks, and shorts off NOW, boy, and stay standing. - Yes Sir He did as he was instructed, and even blindfolded, he had good core strength as he didn't wobble one bit. His shorts came off to show off a very high tight bubble ASS wrapped snugly in a Jock-strap. Fuck, his ASS is better than mine! My former Master's toxic Dick grew rock solid, as he licked his lips. He went and put on one of the many Gas Masks littered around the place. And then put on a black cloak which completely covered his thin pale wasted body. Unless his hands came out from underneath the cloak, all you could see from his entire body, was his Dark eyes through his Gas Mask. I thought he looked hot, but to someone else it might be a scary menacing look. He got the glass of liquid with the straw, stood right in front of the neg twink, hid the glass under his cloak, and ordered the twink to drop to his knees, take his blindfold off, and look up at him. Kneeling there in nothing but a tight Jock-Strap, with his high tight ASS, in front of AIDS Master Pete towering above him, in his cloak and Gas Mask, was a fucking HOT sight to see! The drink appeared from his cloak, held by his pale thin hand... 'DRINK it' 'Yes Sir .... Hmmmmm, it tastes a bit salty' 'DRINK it' He finished the drink, Pete put the glass down, and pulled the cloak slightly back enough to reveal his mighty filthy toxic fuck weapon that was already fully erect, and slowly wanked right in front of the twinks face. After about 10 Minutes he was still wanking, when suddenly the twink grabbed hold of his own pert ASS, pulling it apart, and leaned right in kissing the tip of Pete's nasTy AIDS Dick, looking up at him, and groaning .... - A-ha, I see the G is kicking in. Good boy! - I've never had G before Sir - And how do you feel? - Super alert. And I NEED to be fucked senseless - You do remember that you are attending a Poz Party? - Yes Sir - And you still want to turn your fantasy into reality, and get poZZed up? - Yes Sir. Oh yes. InfecT my cunT please Sir Pete threw off his cloak, stuck out his chest, to reveal his skinny gaunt pale wasted body, with his 'AIDS Master' message across his chest staring the twink right in the face! He got him to lie face down over a wooden horse, then restrained his wrists and ankles to the wooden legs. - Fuck YEAH. Look at that piece of neg Meat. I'm gonna marinate his sweet neg cunT with my burning poz cum, before I blood-slam him directly into my personal AIDS kingdom! The wooden horse was positioned opposite 'Pillory with Stocks', and also as a side view to mirrored walls. Pete pushed his Death-weapon onto the twinks tight neg cunT, took his Gas Mask off, looked in the mirror, and ordered him to look at his face via the mirror. - You want my dangerous toxic Dick to fuck you boy? - Yes please, Sir - You want my poz cum sprayed deep inside your guts boy? - Yes please, Sir ... Please take away my sweet neg innocence Sir - Then fucking take it, you fucking nasTy fuck pig! I continue to lay in the bath, my belly happily full of piss, and watched my former Master plunge his super toxic Dick in deep, and hard, and watched on as the neg twink took a right rough pounding! After several minutes Pete tensed, grunted, and spewed his highly charged fuck poison, as their gazes remained locked. Having unloaded in two neg twinks in one day, he set about drawing up a syringe full of his potent DNA. He located a vein, and placed the needle in position. - You want this boy? - Yes Sir - Once this goes in, I will OWN you forever. You will forever OBEY me. And you will always refer to me as MASTER. And it goes without saying, you will also convert to poz immediately. You want it boy? - Fuck YEAH Sir. Poz me. Make me yours. Control me for eternity. He spat in the twinks face. Then, plunged in his virulent DNA. Once in, he stood up, his toxic Dick still rock solid, and began to fuck the twink once again. - Fuck Yeah. My beautiful new poz pig has a sweet tight cunT. - Thank you for poZZing me Master. I am now your loyal obedient servant! Oh God, I want to be Fucked all night! - Don't worry boy, you WILL. The Demonic Whispers stopped, and Hard Techno started to be blasted into this amazing Dungeon.The Basement door opened, and my Master walked in, followed by a stream of highly charged toxic poz fuckers! There were many sexy guys, naked, in Leather, in Rubber. And a range of physiques; Slim, muscle Men, Bears, very Skinny, and everything in between. My Master spoke; - Let the P☣️z Party begin! ☣️

Part 10; Having momentarily gone to the other side of the room, my Master returned. He still had his German army Boots on, put had lost the Leather waistcoat. He was now wearing two different things. A Gas-Mask, AND ... The Oxballs Fido Cock-Sheath, in RED! This Monster had a total of 8" insert-able length, and a Girth that ranged between 5.5" to 7.5" along the shaft. He slowly deflated the inflatable Dildo that had been buried deep inside my cunT now for I don't know how long, and placed the tip of the Cock-Sheath about an inch past my battered swollen cunT-lips. He took hold of my Harness, and slowly pushed in almost all the way. He then very slowly pulled almost all the way out. He fucked me like this, deep, and slow, completely stuffing my cunT. I was watching him in the mirror, and noticed he was looking down at his new dog shaft taking me how he wanted. He was grunting and growling inside his Gas-Mask, so I knew he was getting off on stretching my cunT to it's now new capaciTy. Then the Basement door opened, and down came Pete. And started talking, as my Dark Master continued to plow my now as of moments ago, POZ cunT! - Hey Jim mate. Been chatting to several guys online. We so far have 5 unmedicated poz fuckers coming over, 2 Tops, and 3 Versatile. Plus this cute neg twink who has fantasized the whole time whilst he was at Uni about being knocked up responded to the 'pozzing parTy' headline on my profile. He just moved to our City for his first job. I told him he has to be 100% certain this is what he wants, because once your front door closes behind him, He will not be allowed to leave. By the way, here is your phone, it's been pinging like a maniac with IM's coming through. - That sounds good Pete. Just put my phone down there. - How is my boy? *Pete quizzed* - My cunT is completely stuffed, and very sore. I'm happy! - OI, we forgetting something, it's 'Master' to you - I'm sorry, it is no longer possible to address you as Master anymore - What stupid game are you playing FAGGOT? My Dark Master let his huge Dog Dick release from my cunT, on what was the final out stroke for a small moment. He pushed me to the mattress so I was lying on my front, got my legs spread as wide as possible, lifted up my hips so my sweet 'Dark Master POZ ASS' was ready for the taking, put the tip of the Fido Cock-Sheath at my cunT and slid in, and as he did he lay right on top of me, which FORCED his Dog Dick to fully penetrated me, and the tip was now stabbing the end of my rectum .... - OOOHHHH FUUUUUUUUUHCC-Ck, Oh My GooHHd *My Master sure now had me grunting like the filthy little toxic pig that I am* - What the FUCK is going on here? *Quizzed my former Master, Pete* My Master just ignored him and began to impale my nasTy cunT with very short yet powerful aggressive thrusts, each one stabbing the end of my rectum and causing me to grunt. He took off his Gas-Mask, and propped up his torso by lifting up with his hands and forearms. He looked at Pete, saying nothing, just contorting his face, and snarling, whilst he continued to stab with his new Dog Dick. I could see this in the mirror, and, it was fucking HOT! ... He then stopped; - Pete, I now OWN this toxic fuck pig here - Well, I knocked him up, so, really, I'm his Master, his owner - That's not entirely accurate, as I can assure you, I am the one who knocked him up only moments ago - You could have only achieved that if you Bloo... Aaaaaah, I see. I get it now. I thought we were gonna slam him at the same time? - Well, yeah, that was the original plan. BUT, when I had his Beautiful neg cunt wrapped tightly around my nasTy fully blown Diseased DeaTh-sTick over your car bonnet, I knew then, it had to be me that became his rightful owner of this sexy filthy Fag-Pig-Dog! My Dark Master climbed off of me, and stood up. Pete leaned in and shook his hand; - Nice one Jim mate. You have proven yourself that between two nasTy dominanT dudes, you are the true ALPHA. He's yours!! ... Check your IM's. Must be about the pozzing parTy, I bet - Let's see. Aaaaaaah, yes ... So, out of the 97 unmedicated toxic pigs in the group, 23 have confirmed they'll be coming. Add that to the 5 Pete has found, that's 28 extra toxic loads you're gonna take tonight, pig My former Master Pete knelt down behind me, lifted me back onto all 4's, and stuck his toxic Fuck-weapon back in my poz cunT, and immediately fucked me like he hated me! - Oh Fuck YEAH, you nasTy FAGGOT. What was only this morning a tight neg cunT, is now loose, and POZ! ... You are one fucking nasTy pig! - Thank you Sir. Please cum in me again. PLEASE cum in me. He gave several hate thrusts, then withdrew, and knelt before my face ... - I enjoyed cumming in you earlier boy, when I thought I was knocking you up. But, I must save my toxic cum for the new neg twink that is on his way. And this time, I'll be making sure that he remains MINE. He then spat on and slapped my face. And looking deep into my eyes via his executioners hood, he smirked, and said; - You fucking nasTy AIDS whore! ... Jim, I'm going back upstairs for another Lager, and to see if we get any more bites, and I shall take your phone upstairs, so, there is signal for IM's to come through. - OK. Thanks Pete. The Basement Door closed, and my Dark Master came back over from his current transformation. Still with his German army Boots, and HUGE Fido Cock-Sheath, he was now also wearing; 'Devil Claws', Red latex gloves with Monster textured skin, covering his hands and forearms with sharp claws. Plus, he was now wearing a really scary looking 'Noble Were Wolf' Mask. He knelt behind me, and penetrated my sexy nasTy cunT. Unlike last time where he held onto my Harness, and very slowly slid all the way in and out, this time he instead held onto my waist and commenced a decent fuck rhythm! I looked in the mirror, and all I could see was this scary Monster and his wasted AIDS ass darting in and out, stretching my newly infecTed cunT ☣️☠️??

Part 6; My AIDS God for several further minutes, staying fully hard, continued to slowly fuck me, grinding in his extremely toxic juice, into his cunT. Yes, his cunT, he now owns it! - You shot your load, didn't you boy? - Yes Sir - Get on the ground, lick it up, without swallowing, then come and kiss your AIDS Master! I did as I was told, and licked up my creamy neg cum off of the shower floor. I got up, and he grabbed me, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. We kept exchanging my cum back and forth between each other's mouth's. He pulled back, licked his lips, and swallowed. - MmmmmmmM. Your last ever neg load tastes damn sweet. Delicious. Thank you boy. I can't wait to taste what your poz load will taste like. Now get on your knees and clean my Dick - Yes Sir I got on my knees. Fuck. The Man was still fucking HARD! I licked up and down his toxic shaft, cleaning a cocktail of my neg cunt juice, and some very highly viral DNA! - GET up boy, time to go back to the cabin; You've done a great job cleaning Sir's toxic weapon - Thank you Sir We made our way back,with the other AIDS Daddy following us. The 3 of us all went inside. Door locked! - Sit in the corner boy - Yes Sir - Right, let's get acquainted properly, I'm Pete - 'ello Pete mate. I'm Jim. That was one hell of a show you put on, I come here a lot, and have never seen anything like it. - Thanks Jim ... Oi, boy, crawl to the middle of the room and say hello properly to your Uncle Jim. I crawled over on my hands and knees, to where Uncle Jim was standing, next to AIDS Master Pete. I looked up at him, catching the sight of his bulge beneath his towel on the way up to his face. He grabbed his crotch, and started rubbing... - Hello Uncle Jim - Hello sexy boy. You were looking at this weren't you? His eyes looked downwards at his ever growing bulge. I nodded. He removed his towel to reveal his very own toxic Fuck-weapon! He began to milk his perineum area, and after a few minutes, a creamy substance started oozing out. - Get under Uncle Jim's Dick, and open that sweet mouth of yours, and stick your tongue out, and keep it out. I did as I was told. He then started to smear this creamy substance on my tongue. - Gonnorhoea Pete, mate. Been carrying around this beauty for around 3 months now - I thought it was. Better get that sorted Jim - Yeah, after tonight. I had better fuck your boy. This will help your aggressive fuckers to take up permanent residence. BUT, what would be an absolute certainty, is if we both blood-slammed him He ordered me to ingest the infection he just gave to me. - You wanna be blood-slammed boy? - What's that Uncle Jim? - It's where your Daddy Pete & I, draw our blood, and inject it into you. Then you'll know for absolute certain that you will get what you are after Before I knew it, I started frantically tugging at my neg dick, my eyes widened, my mouth lay open, and I was making these weird grunting noises. I think I gave them their answer. - Wanna take this to my place Pete? I have a Dungeon in my Basement, which I have had for 20 odd years now, so, it is very well equipped. - FUCK YEAH Jim. Perfect timing for him to have another hit of tina when we are there. I'll take us all in my car. It's only parked around the corner. You can give me instructions how to get to yours when we leave. C'mon let's hit the road, and give this nasTy cunt what he is BEGGING for. We got to reception, and Ben was still on shift. We'd known each other for years. He was a well behaved young Man. Nothing wrong with that. He said he wanted a word with me. Jim & Pete said they'd wait outside, and were stern with telling me not to keep them waiting long. - I heard what went on in the shower areas. Please tell me that wasn't you? My eyes glistened, and I smiled - Yes Ben, it was me, I know, naughty, we aren't meant to have sex in the shower areas, sorry - No, one of those guys comes here a lot. And, he is trouble. Please don't go with them. And as for what I heard went on, you can stay with me here behind the counter, and we can grab a bite to eat after my shift. And we can go to the clinic tomorrow and you can get PEP. - Thing is Ben, I don't want PEP. This is the life I have craved for years, and I am now embracing it. Thank you for caring. I know you mean well. See you next week for our Coffee & Cake afternoon we already have planned. Bye mate.

Chapter 2 We arrived at Martin’s level, Martin said goodbye and left the elevator. I still had a raging hard-on and my hole needed some cum tonight. So I pulled out my iPhone and checked Grindr. There were some young guys very close but since my first sex I was into daddies. So I closed Grindr and checked Scruff instead. There was one hot daddy very close - he must have used the hotel wifi too. He was not as hot as Martin. I did not really like his smile but I liked the grey hair, the blue sunglasses he was wearing and the small belly you could see through his shirt. He must be airline staff too as this hotel was primarily used by airlines. I guessed he was senior cabin attendant. He had been offline for more than five hours, so I did not expect him to be at the hotel anymore. Nevertheless I woofed him. Maybe I was lucky. I wished the flight attendant a good night and left the elevator at my level. I had to walk quite a distance to my room, so I checked Scruff multiple times. I saved his profile as favourite as the cabin attendant hadn’t logged in yet. He used the name Bjørn on Scruff so I googled it and found out that it was a Scandinavian first name meaning bear. Did that mean he is hairy? I’d appreciate that. I arrived at my room, unlocked the door and started to undress while walking in. I usually didn’t wear any clothes at home or in a hotel room. I loved to let my pierced dick be free. About a year ago I decided I wanted to have a prince albert piercing. So after thinking about it for some days I went to a shop and got it. The first day I immediately regretted the decision as it didn’t stop bleeding - especially not if I got hard which happened very easily. Luckily after one day and with the help of a friend who was a surgeon the bleeding stopped and I loved playing with the ring. Luckily the ring usually didn’t trigger the sensors at the airport. So now I was lying on my bed, stroking my hard cock, playing with my hole when the room phone suddenly ringed. I jumped a bit as it was very late and I hadn’t expected someone to call me. I answered the phone and smiled when I heard Martin’s voice. “Uhm hey pal… I feel really awake now and thought we could do the briefing for our flights tomorrow now so we could sleep long.” I totally wasn’t interested to talk about our fuel calculations or specials about the flights at 1am in the morning but my cock told me I should go. “Sure, sounds great. I’ll be at your room in about 5 minutes.” - “Awesome! I’m looking forward to it!” I jumped into my shorts again - but this time without any underwear -, grabbed my shirt and flight bag and walked out of my room. It felt like an eternity walking to Martin’s room and my shorts were full of pre-cum when I arrived. Martin immediately opened his door when I knocked and was still wearing his clothes from our “date” at the bar. His gaze went from my face down to my bulge and stayed on the wet spot of pre-cum. He smiled when he asked me in. I realized his flight bag was still packed away. I leaned forward to open mine and my shorts slipped down a bit, giving Martin a perfect view of my ass crack. “So what do you want to talk about first?” Martin did not answer and I caught him staring at my crack. “Well… I want to be honest with you. I didn’t call because of the briefing.” I looked at him and I loved his insecurity. I stepped closer, feeling his breath on my face. I took his big palm and kissed him. It took him some time to get used to it but when the ice broke he became like a wild bear. His tongue when so deep into my mouth I had to step back a bit. Martin grabbed the back of my head and kept on kissing me deep. My cock started dripping again and it felt as if my shorts were already soaked in pre-cum. After what felt like an eternity Martin let got of me and pushed me on his bed. He took off his shirt and I gasped. “Oh fuck!” There it was - the perfect dad bod. He did not have a six-pack but a nice round belly. Above the belly there were some thick tits with big nipples. He had a healthy skin tone but that didn’t matter anyway as everything was covered with black fur - even his shoulders. I loved every inch of it and started to take of my shirt when Martin took my hands. “Let your daddy do this for you!” Holy shit. He was into dad-son-roleplay. I knew I would do everything to get his load up my ass. I did not bring any of my special condoms that used to break when the top fucked an ass. So I tried to think of any possibility to break one of his condoms without him realizing but was so distracted by the view I could not grab a thought. Martin’s left hand played with my crack while his right hand took of my shirt. When it was off he licked my nipples. I usually was not into titplay but I loved his tongue on me so I encouraged him to go on. Martin licked all over my chest and opened my shorts. He pulled them down and when my bent pierced cock jumped out he stared at it and just said “Wow”. In the next second my cock was down his throat. He easily took it all the way in and massaged it with his tongue. It felt good and bad at the same time. It was obvious that Martin had sucked cock before but not recently and especially not a pierced cock. I didn’t want to discourage him so I just closed my eyes. After some time Martin grabbed me by my hips and just turned me around. He started massaging my back which I loved as I just liked being touched by him. He kept a good pace and the perfect strength to relax the muscles. It just felt great and I realized I drifted away until he touched my butt and spread my cheeks. “Uhm Martin I haven’t taken a shower and I’m not cleaned out.” - “Good boy, I like it spicy”. He dived into my ass and started licking my hole. It was exactly what I needed. At first he just licked it but after some time he pushed his tongue into my hole and tongue-fucked it. “You like that, son?” - “Yes dad, please keep on going.” - “Push it out. I want to taste it all.” I started pushing and Martin just kept on licking. I hadn’t done anything like this before but already loved it. He licked some of his fingers and stuck them in my hole. I don’t know how long he kept licking and finger-fucking my hole but when he stopped I begged him to keep on going. “Easy boy. I think you’ll love what’s next.” I heard him unzip his trousers and wanted to turn around when he slapped my butt. “Don’t turn around boy. You will lick it clean afterwards and then you can see it!” I did what he told me and just presented my hole. He slapped his cock on my hole and pushed the head in. “Ouch!” It was too dry and hurt a bit, so he took his cock out. He spat on his hand and rubbed it all on his dick before pushing it in again. It felt perfect. It filled my hole and I never wanted it to leave it again. He kept a slow pace in the beginning. “Dad please fuck me.” - “Oh I will son. I definitely will!” He started fucking harder and harder and pressed my face down into the sheets. I felt like a worthless slut. I loved it! “Oh boy, here it comes. I will fill your spicy hole with my cum!” He groaned and I felt his cock injecting his seed into my ass. He broke down on top of me and just stayed there for a long time. I felt exhausted and empty when he pulled his cock out of my ass. “Turn around son!” I did as I was told and could see his cock for the first time. It was thick and uncut with big hairy balls and still stood straight ahead. I could see it was full of ass juice, cum and a bit of blood and it was clear he had fucked me bareback. “Lick it clean son!” I did as I was told and loved it. After his cock was clean again he took me in the arm and we just laid there until we fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night when my iPhone sent me a notification that Bjørn had woofed me and written me a message. I ignored it and laid back down on Martin’s big hairy chest. He played with my hole and stuck a finger up it before we fell asleep again.

We began to untangle and Glen unlocked the room. I knew deep down that I could have run there and then, but my body had other ideas as Steve helped me to my feet and the three of us left and headed to the sling area. The piss smell was starting to subside and I noticed three guys pissing over the sling occupant. “Ah, that’s Brian. He’s a new convert. The last time he was here was his first. Like you, he didn’t realise the true nature of the evening, but now he’s a fully paid-up member. He’s being baptised by his new brothers. It’s something of a ritual for each new cumdump” What the fuck? These pigs were next level. I’d never in my wildest dreams witnessed such depravity. Yet despite my better judgement, I was getting hard at this. Fucksake. I should sober up this instant and run. I could hear Brian moaning, and encouraging these guys to piss over him. Like it was something that he needed too, finally wash away all those years of not letting himself be himself. Am I envying him? Was I turned on because in some way I knew that could be me one day? Glen went to the head of the sling and snogged Brian like they’d been lovers forever. Tenderly he stroked Brian’s head and asked him how he was feeling. Brian, for his part was reveling in his piss bath, but knew that he’d been in there long enough. Glen started to unstrap Brian from the sling, as Brian seemed to sense what was going on. “We’ve got a new member to welcome and recruit, dear boy, I trust you’ll help us pass on your knowledge” Brian grinned sadistically and said “It would be my pleasure, brother” and got out of the pissy sling. Steve grabbed my wrist, as if he sensed that I was going to make a run for it. I knew I could, but something tells me the night may go awry if I tried to escape. I just had to mentally accept that this was the road I was on now. These men were going to make into one of them. Whether the toxic cum in me already was starting to rewire me, or what, I can only accept now that this was my recruitment, and as Brian, Steve, Glen and a couple of others started to surround me, this glimpse of my future wasn’t terrifying me.

With a 400k vl and he fucks you bb there is very good chance u will become hiv positive. I Never asked the status of this gom top guy we fucked bb and he never came in me. After I test hiv positive he told me he was on meds but at the time had 100k vl.

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

Hey guys, thanks for the comments. Hope you enjoy part 2. If you like it I can keep writing more ******* My mind had been racing all day. I had cycled between depression, anxiousness, and horniness thinking about what I did the night before. I'd really let strangers in my door and taken their raw loads anonymously! I was torn by the fulfillment of being a cumdump, and the fear of not being in control. I felt sick every time I thought about being exposed by the guy from craigslist, about losing everything in my life I'd worked for up to that point, and yet as time passed I couldn't resist being turned. I was reminded of Daddy's thick horse cock whenever I walked or sat down. But even though my insides were sore and raw, my faggot cunt kept clenching and feeling empty. Daddy sent just one followup email after he had blackmailed me and threatened to expose me: Don't jackoff until I see you. I want my bitch in heat. I followed his instructions exactly. A part of me feared that cumming would bring me down from the high and I'd regret it all more than I already did. Still, it was torture to deny myself from cumming after I'd just had the kinkiest night of sex in my life. As the time got nearer I scrubbed out my intestines with the deepest enema I'd ever given myself. It was made easier by the fact that I'd had almost zero appetite. Soon, I was squeaky clean and ready to be fucked. Then came time for me to follow Daddy's other instruction. I opened my wife's underwear drawer and looked at her collection of panties with a newfound fascination. I remember looking at these panties with the anticipation of how good they would make my wife's ass look, but now I was picturing my own ass in them, wondering which ones Daddy would like best. Daddy had requested pink, so I chose a hot pink g-string my wife had gotten for Valentine's day. Despite that the front was almost as skimpy as the back, my small smooth package fit nicely against the thin cotton fabric. I popped my ass and looked in the bathroom mirror. Damn, I looked so gay. What would my wife say if she saw me right now? What would the guys I used to play football with say? "I hope Daddy likes these," I said in a faggy voice, sucking on my finger. I reached down and rubbed my cockhead through my pink panties, which drooled stick precum. It was almost time, and I was started getting nervous again. What was I going to do if this guy robbed me or beat me up? But something inside me bowed to his control. When the time came, I shut off all the lights in my apartment, blindfolded myself, and took my place on my hands and knees in front of the door. ****** I waited fifteen minutes in that vulnerable position. Was Daddy late? Was he still coming? Then I heard someone pull up outside my door, and my cunt clenched as if in answer. The door swung open, and heavy footsteps let me know Sir had arrived. "Woof, boy," he growled. "Looks like you understand I'm serious about owning your faggot ass." "Yes, sir" I whimpered. His rough hands started to inspect me, gliding over my shaved smooth ass, and fishhooking into my mouth. I sucked and rubbed my tongue against his calloused finger, and he groaned with approval. He withdrew and spanked me on the ass. "You've got a lot of work to do tonight boy," Sir said, pinching my nipple. I moaned from the mixture of pleasure and pain, not understanding the meaning. "Got a lot of loads lined up for you. But first... I want to make sure you're properly prepared." What did he mean 'a lot of loads'? Suddenly, Daddy stood and left me, walking into the apartment. Blind and helpless as I was, I was in no position to stop him. I heard him flip on the bathroom light switch, and a faint glow shown from behind my blindfold. "The pink one hers?" he asked. "Uh, what?" But he didn't elaborate, and turned the light off. I held my breath as his heavy footsteps brought him past and then back behind me. "Ya boy... you're gonna forget all about pussy. You're gonna forget your dick was ever used for something. You're the pussy now, faggot." Then he put something thin and sharp at my hole and pushed it in. I cringed and gasped as it scraped me guts. He twisted it inside me, fucking me with it in a rough sawing motion. What the fuck was inside me? It felt like a pen or something, but somehow it was grabbing my intestines and scratching them raw. "Reach back and grab your ankles, fag."." I did as Daddy said, putting my face against the floor with my bare ass in the air. I bit my lip as my ass began to sting. A brief illumination let me know he'd just taken a picture of my ass. "If you thought those other pictures I posted of you were bad, just wait until your wife sees you in her panties with her toothbrush shoved up her ass." He laughed dryly. "So you do exactly as I say, boy. Don't try to resist becoming what you really are." I cringed at what the photo must look like, my fat smooth ass squeezed into my wife's pink g-string, along with her fucking toothbrush crammed halfway up my guts, what the fuck... Daddy spanked my ass, and yanked the toothbrush out of my hole, causing me to yelp. "First one's on his way," Daddy said. "You take every single load that walks through this door, and I don't post those pictures of you, understand? And then if I hear at the end of the night you were a good fuck, then I'll come back and put my own load in you... and then I'll let you cum." As in, he'd invited other people, people I had no idea who they were, over to fuck me? That's what he meant? Suddenly, he grabbed my balls and started squeezing them mercilessly in his fist. "You GOT that, faggot?" he growled. "Yes! Yes, I'll do it!" I cried. Relief flooded through me as he released his iron grip on my testicles. "Don't disappoint me, faggot," he said, giving my ass one final slap. "Make your wife proud while these random cocks plow you," he laughed. Then he opened the door and slammed it shut behind him. Fuck. I had no doubt he was serious about exposing me. My heart was racing from the rough handling he'd given me. I slumped forward, resting, clenching my asshole in the cool air by the doorway. My hole still stung from the toothbrush. What if one of these guys knew who I was? What if they had an STD or something? But then there were footsteps outside... They wiped their feet on the mat outside, and then opened the door. A chill ran over me as the cold air rushed in over my bare ass. "Mmmm," the stranger said, unzipping and shedding his coat. He groped my ass and testicles. "Been awhile since I smashed college tail," he chuckled. "Turn around, suck my cock boy." I turned around in the darkness, my blindfold ensuring that even with the dim light coming through the crack beneath the door I couldn't see the stranger. I reached up to his cock and found it semi hard. The scent of man was strong as I took his cock into my mouth. He groaned as I sucked on the head, and salty precum started dribbling onto my tongue. His cock inflated until it was hitting the back of my throat. When I tried to pull back, he grabbed the back of my head and thrust, sending his cockhead past my tonsils. "Do a good job..." he said sternly as I choked on his cock. He started thrusting in and out of my throat mercilessly. I gagged and even threw up a bit, but swallowed it and kept sucking. His flaccid cock was now fully erect and rock hard, 7 inches and thick. "Fuck," he said, withdrawing. "Turn around, I want to fuck you now bitch." I did as he said, thankful he was done with my throat. He positioned himself behind me, his belt buckle clinking as he opened up his fly. He pulled my pink panties to the side, as spanked my cheek. The spit on his cock was all the lubrication he gave me as he pushed his meaty cockhead into my hole. I gasped as he fucked his cock roughly into me, and with several more thrusts he was buried balls deep in me, never asking if I wanted him to use a condom. "FUCK ya," he groaned. I could feel his belly resting on my ass as he started to pound me. "Fuuuuck," I whimpered as the stranger's cock prodded my full prostate. The sting in my ass gave way to pleasure as he fucked me bare. I reached back and spread my ass, letting him hit deeper and deeper. His fat belly slapped against me as he quickened his pace. He grabbed my hips and drove his cock into me, panting like a dog. I loved every brutal thrust as he used me. Not only did I not know who he was, someone else had chosen him to load my ass. I had no input on who used my hole. His intense pounding didn't last long before he yelled out and suddenly warmth shot into me, reigniting the stinging sensation. "Ohhhh shit, oh shit," he said, quivering, his cock pulsing more and more into me. "Oh fuck, I just gave you a ten day load bitch," he laughed. "Mmmm, hope you liked that." As he pulled out I tried to clench, but still some of his ample load dribbled out from me. "I did, thank you for your load," I told him, feeling complete with his cum trickling deeper into my guts. He zipped up, opened the door, and left. Load number one. ****** I exhaled and leaned forward. All the uneasiness melted away as the stranger's load sloshed inside me. I reached back and stuck my finger in my cummy hole, wincing as I found my o-ring tender. For two nights in a row a stranger's sperm was swimming around in my guts. I spent the next 20 minutes running my hands over my smooth ass, enjoying how slutty I felt. Eventually I heard a car pull up, and soon there was another man to service at my door. I popped my ass for my newest visitor as he entered. The only sound he made a quiet coughing as he got settled in behind me. Then, he squirted some lube that he'd apparently brought onto my hole and his dick, and slid his smallish cock into me. My hole opened easily for him, being already stretched out and filled with cum. He fucked me in short hard thrusts. Fast to shove in, slow to pull out. Only three minutes in his silence was broken by a muffled orgasm. He pumped a few more times, fucking his frothy cum into me, then zipped up and left without a word. Load number two. A Mexican guy who took a long time to get hard, but after sucking his uncut cock long enough he bred me rough and deep. Load number three. An old guy with a raspy voice and a thin cock. Load number four. A married guy who loved that I was wearing panties, and railed me for fifteen minutes straight, calling me a "stupid slut" as my useless cock flopped around in my wife's panties. Load number five. "Waited a long time to fuck this ass," the next stranger said, spanking me hard. "Never would have guessed you were a faggot, strutting around with that sexy wife of yours." The darkness concealed my sudden blush of embarrassment. Fuck. This guy knew me? "But you must be pretty damn gay to be taking anon loads instead of fucking her..." he said, feeling up my ass. "These her panties?" "Yes," I answered. "Hot... I check out both your asses at the gym, but I guess this way I sorta get to fuck you both," he laughed, snapping the g-string against my plump ass. After a bit of rustling I felt his cockhead at my hole. "Hope you're prepped up boy, cuz I don't pull out." "Mmm, I don't want you to pull out," I said, which seemed to turn him on. He pushed into my wrecked hole, and I discovered he was reasonably hung. Even though it was my sixth cock of the night he gave me a good stretching. "Where is your little wife tonight?" he asked as he fucked me. "She out gettin some dick of her own?" That was pretty possible. Cheating fucking whore. "She's at her parents house," I said, which was partly true. "She know you're taking anon loads tonight?" he asked, picking up his pace a bit. "N-no." "Hm. Didn't think so. Ahhhh fuck. I like it when she wears those little black spandex shorts," he said, breathing heavy as he rammed his big cock deep into my guts. "And when she's on her hands and knees stretching just like this... oh fuck..." Was this guy really fucking me while dirty talking about my wife? "What's her name?" he asked, smacking my ass. "Renee," I answered, sitting my ass back onto his thick cock. "Renee," he repeated. "Fuck ya, Renee, take that dick baby. Ride that dick you married slut." Holy fuck. did that turn me on! "Ya fuck me," I groaned, "fuck my slutty married pussy!" "Mmmm," he growled, pumping into me forcefully, "that's right you dumb cunt. Take it bareback you stupid cockslut. Fuckin whore. Take it bareback in your married pussy." "Yes please! Please fuck my wife's pussy! Cum in her please!" "You want your wife bred? You want your wife's married pussy knocked up?" "YES! Fuck her! Fucking cum in her and knock her up!" "Alright, pig. I'm gonna knock her up. I'm gonna fuck my babies into your wife's sweet cunt. You're gonna taste my cum every time you eat her out and know that I own her slutty pussy. Fuck ya, Renee. Take my cum, take it! Fuck, Renee! FUUUUUCKKK! I blowing in you right now!" "Yes! Breed me! Dump in my!" I yelled as his cum shot into my worn out cunt. His sperm stung my raw walls as he fucked it into me. He kept pumping, panting with exhaustion, until finally he sat back, withdrawing his cock from my gaping ass. "God damn," he sighed. "You're a sick fuck," he laughed. "I like it." I was exhilarated. I had no idea how hot it would be to have a man use me while thinking about my wife. Holy shit, and to hear him screaming her name while he blew it in me! My wrecked hole didn't have the strength to keep the loads in anymore, and some squirted out while I waited for him to leave. "Thanks for your cum," I said as he got dressed in the dark. "Next time I see you at the gym I'll take you to the showers for a quick fuck," he said. My precum dripped at knowing that even though he knew me I had no idea who he was... "I'll send you back out to Renee with my dirty load dripping from your hole." He spanked my ass, and sighed with regret. "If I was younger, I'd fuck you again, pig." Then he opened the door and was gone. Load number six. ******** How long had I been bent over in the darkness, a hole to use for whoever came through the door? I had no idea, but when the next customer opened my door, I recognized - with a mix of fear and horniness - the sound of Daddy's heavy footsteps behind me. "You did a fine job, boy," he complimented me, and I felt relief at his approval. He stepped up behind me and started photographing my cum-splattered ass. "How did you like being a cumdump for my friends?" "I loved it, Daddy," I whimpered. "I took all their loads." "Ya you did, fag. Every fucking toxic load. Such a stupid cumdump, aren't you boy?" "Yes Daddy, just your dumb slut." "You're more than a slut boy, you're my fucking whore now. I just pimped out that sweet neg hole of yours all night. Those dirty fuckers paid me $50 each to fuck you raw." He spanked my ass harshly, laughing as I heard the now familiar sound of a man's belt being unbuckled behind me. "Now you're gonna get what you earned. You're gonna take my load every night from now on until the deed is done, until you're mine forever." Daddy's horse cock stretched my hole open wide. I bit my lip in pain as inch after inch of his thick rod pushed in, lubricated only by the six anonymous loads I'd taken. "You're doing good with your training boy. Just keep doing what I tell you, and you'll be Daddy's boy before too long. I was prepped up before boy, but just for you I'm going off. Might take a little while, but I'll keep breeding you every day pumping my babies into you until you're pregnant for good. You're gonna be such a good incubator for my boys. A nice warm piece of fuckmeat for them to thrive in." Daddy's cock was rock hard and ramming into me so fast I didn't know if I could continue to take it. I clenched my hole in time with his pumping, desperately trying to milk his load out. "Fuck ya, Daddy! I want to have your babies! I'm your fuckmeat!" He growled in approval and started jackhammering into me. I'd never been fucked so hard in my life. My entire guts just relaxed and let him enter me freely, too tired to keep up any resistance to his giant cock. "Here it comes, boy! If you're lucky this'll be the load that ends you, you fucking beta faggot." "Yes Daddy, breed me! Knock me up with your alpha male cum!" "Oh, fuck YAHHHHHHH!" Daddy pushed all his weight onto me as he got ready to cum, flattening me to the floor. His strong hand went to my throat, clamping down on my windpipe as he thrust deeply into me. I wriggled helplessly, fighting for air as he choked me, but he ignored my squirming. "You'll breathe... when I'm done... cumming in you, FUCCCCCKKK!" He rammed his cock into me so hard I thought he was going to break through my intestines. I would have screamed out if I had any air in my lungs. My head spun, my consciousness slipping away as his horse cock pulsed his alpha cum into my ass. "There's another roll of the dice for you, fag boy," he laughed, releasing me from his choke-hold. I sputtered and gasped for air as he got up off me. "Now let's make sure it takes. Go get that butt plug of yours, the one you had in last time. And bring your wife's wedding ring. I'm gonna put it back where it belongs." I fought through my dizziness and obediently crawled on my hands and knees to the bedroom. I knew where they were even in the darkness and without removing my blindfold... sitting on the night stand by the bed. I returned to Daddy in the entry way, groveling in front of my alpha. "H-here they are," I choked out my sore throat. "You know what I love about all this?" he taunted, stepping around behind me. "All night while you were my good little cumdump whore, you've been wearing your wedding ring. What a devoted husband you are." Shit. I hadn't even thought about it. I was so used to wearing it I didn't think to take it off. But Daddy now made that choice for me. "Let's add it to the collection," he said, and pulled my hand backward, slipping it off. What was the point in fighting? The rings were fucking worthless anyway. I moaned as I felt the hard metal circles pushed into my hole: first my ring, then the sharp edges of my wife's. The jabbing feeling of my wife's fake diamond was now obvious to me as my walls contracted and sucked it up. "Fuckin hot, boy," said Daddy as he used his sausage-like fingers to stuff the rings deeper. "I'm having a lot of fun ruining you." And with that, he pressed the glass plug against my hole until my feeble o-ring gave way, and the cavernous abyss that was now my cunt swallowed it hungrily. "Now, have you been a good boy and did your hold your cum in all day for me?" "Yes Sir," I said, acutely aware of how my cock had been denied any attention. "How about I let you have that orgasm I promised you?" "I'd love that Daddy!" I said excitedly. I hadn't cum in over 48 hours. "Ha, you'll love this, boy. Come here, sit up on your knees. I'm gonna show you how beta males are allowed to cum." As I did, I heard a plastic echoey sound come from the bathroom, and then felt something set in front of me. There were more noises too, small items being moved. "Put your hands behind your back. Let me see this little faggot cock of yours." He reached into my panties and pulled out my smallish cock, which immediately shriveled with the cold air. Daddy laughed as he choked it in his fist. "Little guy's scared, ha ha. Well boy, alpha's cum is meant to seed and breed. But your cum, well... it goes somewhere else." He started jacking my cock and I could hear the crinkle of plastic. "Mmmph," I whimpered at having my cock teased. Precum was oozing out and all I could think about were the loads marinating in my ass, plugged up with my wedding rings. I could already feel my cum welling up in me. "Cum from beta males like you goes in the garbage," Daddy said sternly. "It's a waste, just like you are. Weak beta cum needs to be eliminated from the gene pool." "Oh fuck," I gasped under my breath. Every cruel word he said brought me closer to cumming. "Dump it in there boy, shoot your worthless cum into the garbage can. Show me you understand where your place is." "Fuck, oh Daddy! OH FUCK!" And just as I started to cum, Daddy immediately quit jacking me and gripped my cock tightly, pointing it into the garbage can, as rope after rope of my worthless cum shot into the bin. "Oh fuck, please, please DADDY!" I screamed as I pleaded with him to keep jacking me, but he snickered as my burning orgasm fizzled and was ruined, despite having drained my balls. I thrust my hips pointlessly against his fist, but he just laughed and let my spent dick drop against the edge of the garbage can. "That's a good boy," he said, getting up from me and heading toward the door. My mind was so fucked, I couldn't even comprehend what had happened. I felt even more sexually frustrated than before he'd milked me. "I'll be in touch, fag. Got lots more training for you to do." Before I could say another word he left, and slowly my consciousness started to return. It was like I'd been high all day, doped out on a drug. I had done so much shit I shouldn't have, I couldn't even process it. It had come so naturally to be objectified, to be a thing to be used... what purpose had I even had before that... I removed the blindfold, locked the door, and turned on the light. As my eyes adjusted to the burning brightness I saw the garbage can in front of me. Inside were my wedding photos, their black frames and glass covered with my cum. The sperm running down the picture of my wife's face was probably the last "facial" I'd ever be giving her, considering I was now a cumdump. I left the picture frames in there, and put the garbage can back in the bathroom. I had no idea what time it was, but my body was fully spent. I crawled into bed facedown, my brain happy to be shut down after another night of mind-fucking. I drifted off to sleep, the plug keeping Daddy's load safe inside me. ********* I slept hard enough I didn't have any dreams. But sometime, hours later, there was a banging at my front door. "What the fuck," I said, feeling like death as I sat up. I saw daylight peaking through the curtains. I waited, hoping whoever the fuck it was would go away, when suddenly I heard the unmistakable sound of a key turning in the lock. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. I pulled the blankets around me in confusion as the door opened. Had Daddy made a key to my apartment? But the footsteps weren't Daddy's. "Hello," Renee said sweetly, standing in the doorway. Fear stuck in my throat, as she approached me. "I..." "I've done a lot of thinking," she said, struggling not to cry. "You're right. We should work on things. I... I just needed some time. I've missed you." She sat next to me on the bed, and took my hand in hers. "Where..." she said, looking down at my hand, then smiled apologetically. "Well it's only fair. I guess I'm not wearing mine either." She pulled me in for a hug saying, "I'm really happy to see you. What have you been doing while I was gone?" As I thought of what to say, my ass involuntarily clenched around the glass plug that was still held our rings inside my guts, soaking in the loads of the strangers who had used me only hours before.

Hot scene. Trans anatomy looks all sorts of ways btw. I am trans and intersex but I have a dick in addition to a rather non-vag looking cunt. Basically a tight hole dedicated solely to the purpose of fucking behind my balls. Anyway, because of this I can tell you that my cunt feels amazing to a dick. And I love fucking other trans guys too. I'm always surprised when guys pass up the chance. It doesn't happen much to me (usually guys have bent me over and are fucking my cunt before I can get a word in, sometimes while telling me my ass is the most amazing thing they've ever fucked lol)... But I see the other more typical trans guys with just cunts and an enlarged glans get rejected a lot by cis guys..... and it's like, dude, I get that you like guys and want to stick to your guns on that but if you're a top here's a horny dude who literally has a hole that is pretty much designed just to fuck dick pretty much any time and anywhere and feel amazing.... and you're turning that down because "you don't fuck chicks"? But whatever, their loss is my opportunity. I like trans pussy best and I hardly ever get to top cis guys anyway because even supposedly total bottoms shove their dicks in the moment they see my holes and fuck me like they've been starved for it forever. Tbf, I don't blame them because that's what do every time a trans guy spreads his pussy for me. But yeah, totally recommend fucking trans guys. Even bottoming to them if they can top and you enjoy bottoming. (We generally stay harder longer even after we cum, so provided he's big enough to get it in, he can likely cum and just keep fucking.) I wish there was more porn out there with trans guys and other dudes and more of it raw.

I was on vacation in Phoenix. I stopped by a well known men’s club. I went into the sling room. I was there for over two hours taking cock after cock with the condition that every body finish in my mouth. I honestly lost count after 20 loads. Was more than likely close to 30 swallowed. I did a repeat performance the next day. So, between 50&60 loads in 2 days. I was a happy cum pig for sure.

Bookstore I discovered in Maine. Busiest one I've ever been in. Started at lunchtime, and it never slowed down. I got loads down my throat from about 12 guys, and about 6pm a farmer looking old guy came into the booth beside mine, and pulled out a 9" uncut cock. Sucked it for 5 minutes then pulled off and backed my ass up to hole.He slid right in without missing a beat and nutted inside, just as I was cumming from jerking off. And hell no, I didn't get an upset stomach. Lol

32 guys, 51 loads loads was my record in a Chicago bath house in one night in my younger days. However, I cannot tell you how many went up my ass or down my throat. Considering I was fed most of the cum leaking out my hole I would think it was most of the 51.

28 loads I swollowed in an 8 hour period. Not sure how many in my ass i was full. I can swollow heaps of cum... i love it

Part 2 When I could finally take my eyes off my unconscious best friend, I looked around my new environment. I seemed to be in what looked to me like a huge dungeon. The floor was cement and the walls were all stone and brick. Several bare bulbs hung around the room, providing a harsh illumination. All around the room were what looked like torture devices. I recognized a rack from history class, but the other items looked foreign to me, except for the wall that had all kinds of whips and paddles hanging on it. It made my blood run cold. On one side of the room I could see a cage. Inside that cage was what was obviously a man. He was on his hands and knees with his head sticking out a hole in the front. But you couldn't see his face because it was covered by a leather hood with a large black funnel attached to the top of the cage, and a tube leading to his mouth. I could also see another tube that came out of his dick and disappeared into his ass. I didn't need to be told the reason why. The final thing I took notice of was a row of barred cells directly opposite of me. There were 6 of them. I could see men in four of them. All of them were asleep on mats on the floor. The first two men I couldn't make out too well. The third man was a muscular guy with a shaved head. The fourth guy appeared to be very skinny. I didn't look to long as I heard men approaching. "What are we doing with #36?" I heard a voice ask. "This ones going to my clients in New York City." Another voice replied. "They haven't bought used property in a while. They made the best offer." Then I saw four men enter through a door. I recognized Earl as one of them. The other 3 were all rough looking men, older with big bellies. "Ahh #40, I see you're awake." Said one of the men, grabbing my balls and squeezing them, causing me to wince in pain. "Good, cause I didn't want to administer your first dose just yet. But wouldn't want you to miss your friends initiation, so you can ponder when it will be your turn." I broke out in a sweat at those words knowing it couldn't be good. I watched as one of the other men unlocked the cell with the skinny guy and hoisted him over his shoulders. As he was carried out I could see his back and ass covered in all kinds of bruises, welts and other marks. The man who had grabbed my balls just laughed as he saw the shocked look in my eyes. "Don't worry #40, you'll look like that some day soon. Maybe you'll meet his same ultimate fate. Or maybe something worse." I screamed and struggeled in my bonds, to no avail. The man just laughed again as he dropped his pants revealing a large, gnarly veined cock that was quickly rising to attention. Earl dropped his pants too revealing an even larger cock while the first man held up a needle, checking its contents. He then tied a band around Billy's arm as Earl hocked some spit on his cock. "Here we go!" said the man as he stuck the needle into Billy, "let the fun begin!" With that he ripped the band off Billy. Billy's eyes flew open as he gasped then coughed a few times. That was the moment Earl was waiting for as he forcefully rammed his snot and spit covered cock straight into Billy's unprotected asshole. "AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH" Oh my god! I had never heard a scream like that before. Earl just held onto Billy's hips and he rammed him over and over as hard as he could. Billy just screamed and screamed as tears flowed down his cheeks, unable to defend himself as he was savagely raped. The first man approached Billy's head, placing his hands on top and plunging his hard cock into the stretched open mouth. Billy retched and gagged, vomiting as he chocked on the cock plowing his throat. I puked myself as I watched my best friend get brutally violated right in front of me, the vomit squirting past my gag and down my naked body. "Oh Billy, Billy, Billy," I said to myself as tears flowed down my cheeks. "I 'm so sorry." knowing I would eventually endure the same thing. I just hung my head and cried as I listened to Billy's weakening screams and the men yelling as they pumped their cum into my best friend. I really have no idea how many men fucked Billy that first time. I was numb, physically and emotionally. I think it was about 10 or 11, and I think most of them fucked Billy twice. I do remember he got another shot at some point, and I remember bright pink cum running down his legs. After a while Billy's screams turned to moans, then simply to grunts as his asshole was turned into hamburger. Raw, bloody hamburger. And I shook wondering when my turn would be.

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…