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I haven't written in a while but the other day, something happened which I just had to share with you all. My husband is a shopaholic and orders orders stuff online all the time. Because of our work schedules are at odds, I often find his purchases are delivered when I am at home. This past week, I was in the shower and I heard the doorbell ring. He had mentioned a package would arrive that day, and it would require a signature, so I quickly pulled on a towel and ran downstairs. The UPS delivery guy that stood there when I opened the door was a handsome 40 something year old Middle Eastern looking wolf. Dark beard with extremely hairy arms and legs. He was bout 6'2" and maybe about 300lbs. Seemed muscular and was almost too big for his uniform. He addressed me, asking me to confirm my name. As it turned-out the package was for me. He handed me a small box and asked me to sign his clipboard. I fumbled with the box and clip board, particularly as my towel was working loose, and I had visions of it falling to the floor. Still, I successfully juggled the package, the clipboard and my towel, and everything satisfactorily handled, we exchanged the proper niceties I stepped back into the house. I had barely gotten inside and placed the box on the kitchen counter when I received this text message: "Hey, this is Sander. I just delivered your package. I was wondering if I could bother you for a glass of water?" I was slightly surprised, but still I replied by text "Of course, no problem." Upon opening the front door I found Sander standing on my threshold. "Thank you so much. You know how hot it is out there," he remarked. "No worries, come in," I said, motioning him inside. As he entered the house and walked past me, I got a whiff of that distinct odor that was unmistakably man musk. He was obviously sweating in the heat outside. His arm air glistening in the sunlight that entered the house through the front door. I could see the pit stains over his UPS uniform. My ass involuntarily twitched, but I checked myself, shut the door, leading him into the kitchen where I pulled out a water bottle from the fridge and handed it to him. He looked around the living room and kitchen and said, "Wow. This place is really dark. All the windows and blinds down." "Oh yeah. We have neighbors and I don't want them to see me naked in the house," I honestly replied. He took a big gulp of the water bottle I had handed him and downed it in one go. He then turned to me and stared at me with his dark beady eyes. I looked right back. He moved closer to me until he was towering over my small 5'6" 135lb frame. Neither of us said a word. His face was tense, almost angry. My heart started to race and I could feel it thumping loudly in my chest. He was right in front of me, less than a foot from me. I could smell his rank body odor. His presence was overwhelming. I realized that neither of us had spoken or looked away from each other for a good minute or so. I took a deep breath in. He moved his hand and placed it over my head pushing me down. I knew what I was supposed to do. In the next few seconds I was on my knees fumbling with his belt and shorts trying to get access to his baby maker. I unbuckled him and opened his shorts to see his black Jockey briefs. Now normally I would take my time but somehow I knew I had to be fast. I pulled down his shorts and briefs to his size thirteen shoes and saw the most gorgeous thickest black bush of pubes with a nice thick 7" semi uncut cock. His crotch smelled pungent and his cock was cheesy and leaking precum. His hairy balls hung low and were wet with sweat. I quickly lapped up some of the sweat on his balls before starting to suckle on his ripe dirty cheesy cock which was increasing in length and girth every second. The smegma made his dick taste salty. I suckled on his cock as if it was my last moment on earth. By this point his dick was a full nine inches, and was as thick as a coke bottle. I started to choke as I swallowed it whole my nose and lips buried deep into his sweaty pubes. He started to moan. I felt his hands on my head forcing my face to remain buried there with his whole member inside my mouth and deep in my throat. As I started to gag he pulled my head back and said, "Its too big for your mouth." He guided me back up to my feet. My towel by this time was on the kitchen floor. He looked at my body and smiled. He then quickly turned me over and bent me over the counter. I spread my feet apart as I took a deep breath preparing for what I knew was going to be painful. He spit on his fingers and roughly manhandled my ass. I hadn't been fucked in weeks and I was tight. And then just like that, he placed one hand on my mouth and in one forceful and excruciating stroke pushed his thick donkey dick inside of my tight ass. I let out a loud squeal and tried to move away from him, but he knew what would happen and was prepared for it. With his large hand on my mouth and his other one wrapped tightly around my waist, there was no escaping. As tears of pain rolled down my eyes I knew he was inside me and he had full control over my body. He owned me in that moment. He started to thrust deep into me. With every stroke I gasped. He was rearranging my insides with his huge cock. As he kept going I waited for the pain to get better but it didn't. It seemed like this beast was going to get rougher and rougher with every stroke. Suddenly I felt his pace quicken. His thrusts became more forceful. More painful. Deeper. I knew what was happening. He started to grunt in the most animalistic, feral snorts I could imagine and, with stroke after stroke, volley after volley, the thick seed from his sweaty balls emptied into my ass. I looked at our reflection in the stainless steel refrigerator. Here was a giant BULL over twice my size towering over me with his donkey dick inside my small ass pumping me full of his superior seed. After about fourteen volleys, he was finished breeding me. He had emptied all the DNA in his balls completely into me. I was his sow. Just like that he pulled out of my hole leaving it gaping and full of his sperm. I turned around and turned my attention to his dick. It was damp and sticky with a mixture of his seed and blood from when he ruined my asshole. I cleaned him up with my mouth and he quickly pulled up his shorts and said, "Thanks. I really needed a slut to empty into. I'm so glad you opened the door." I smiled back. My ass still hurting from the assault it had undergone, but I was proud of myself. He returned my smile, gave me a light swat on the ass, and quickly left to get back to his route. As I gathered my towel up from the kitchen floor I saw the box on the counter. It was a gift to me from my husband. The package an exquisitely beautiful watch. The card which accompanied the watch read "To my beautiful husband. This watch is to celebrate the last five years of love, loyalty and commitment to each other. I love you more every day." I smiled, not feeling the least bit guilty I had cheated on him yet again....

Yesterday, got a hit in grindr from a 25 year top who wanted a pump n dump. He got to my ace, came in the front door and i was laying face down, ass up just inside the dining room. He ducked me for about 10 minutes before silently dumping a sizable load in my hole. I was hooded the whole time. Said he will be ba k for more some other time, hope so! Today I got 3 loads at Club Columbus , the 1st from a 19 year old black kid with a cock as big around as my wrist! He fucked me for a half an hour or more as I tried not to black out from the pleasure! Finally he whispered in my ear "you want my cum?" YEEESSSSS! He bucked a few more strokes before burying his beast balls deep in my hungry hole. I aucked him clean afterwards. Not a minute after he walked out of the room another guy walked in and revealed what grew into an 11 incher! He fingered the previous tops cum back into my hole while stroking himself hard (I was still laying face down on the bed trying to recover from the 19 year old). The 11" fucked me for another half an hour or more and took a few pics and a short video with my phone. He dropped his load and left the room. I laid there awhile recuperating as my legs were jello. I walked around and dumped my nut down the throat of a hungry cocksucker in the steamroom. I went back to my room and laid down on the bed when the 11" guy came back for round 2! He was a little quicker this time but he dropped another nice load! My hole is tender but I'm still looking for more!

In half an hour our plane would land and I would be home. Too bad, I thought. I enjoy flying. At least, I enjoyed it when I could get a window seat and look out at the cloud tops. They always made me feel free and completely unbound. This had been a particularly good flight for that – a front moving between Dallas and here had set an army of clouds in motion. Had I known what else had been set in motion, I might have enjoyed the sense of freedom more. As we approached the last leg of the flight, I turned my attention away from the window to the passenger seated next to me, a slightly older man with a hint of grey in his sideburns. He wore a dark suit and a silver ring on his right hand, with a striking stone set in it, a swirling mix of translucent gold and amber that transfixed my eye. I seldom spoke to other travelers, but this time I asked, “Pardon me, but what is that stone?” He looked away from the portfolio he was inspecting and glanced at me, then the ring. “It is pietersite,” he said, “also known as 'tempest stone'. It is symbolic of control.” “Ah. I see. Very nice.” His voice was deep and foundational. I caught a glimpse of the contents of the folio, which had spread open as he spoke. In it were photographs of naked men, taken in sexually vulnerable poses. I looked up quickly, and found him staring at me intently. “Does this offend you?” he asked, opening the folio so I could see it plainly. “Um... no,” I said, not looking at it. “I guess I just never quite understood how anyone could have something like that open on an airplane.” The man was silent for a few moments, considering. Then he said, “I've met many men like you. All too common. Men whose lives are stifled by needless constraint, self-imposed limitation, pointless morality, or simple fear of the unfamiliar. Men whose potential goes unrealized, or worse, wasted.” He closed the folio. “I, on the other hand, seize life. I enjoy the things I want to the full. I experience no frustration or anger, but simply employ my strengths without hesitation and act upon my desires.” He leaned toward me, and his voice dropped. “You do not have to be as you are. You do not have to live a small, uncertain life. You can experience what it is for a man to have exactly what he wants.” “Wh-what do you mean?” He reached into the jacket of his suit and pulled out a card. “Come for dinner at my home. I will explain. Shall we say Wednesday next, 7:00? Please be punctual.” Then he turned away as if I were not there at all. Shortly we landed, and in the bustle of bags and disembarking, he disappeared. His card bore no name. It simply said ANDROS MANOR and gave the address of a very upscale area on the outer reaches of the city, on the banks of the river. * I would have been made to accept such an invitation. The man didn't sound normal, after all, and the material he was looking at certainly wasn't something the average Christian missionary would be carrying around (well, you never know). Yet somehow he had plucked a string inside me that resonated – I had been aimless for so long, wanting something more in life. Maybe everybody does sometime or other, wonder whether he's failing to grab the brass ring in his life. Anyway, something he said intrigued me. So, on the following Wednesday, I called an Uber and found myself at the gate of Andros Manor. “Dude...” said the Uber driver when he saw my destination. “Posh. Should I wait?” “Nah. I'm going to have dinner before I go home. Thanks for the ride.” I paid him and he drove off, then I pressed the button at the gate. A camera moved on its mounting to point at me, then the gate swung open, allowing me access to the long path to the front doors. A butler – of sorts – greeted me at the door. He was a handsome man, short-haired, dressed in a white sleeveless shirt with a cantonese collar, a black vest, and black pants, but bare feet. He gestured inward with a muscled arm, but did not speak. Andros Manor boasted masculine architecture; robust stone columns supporting spacious interiors with angular, not curved, beams of solid oak. Ample outside light shone through broad windows of stained glass in colors of light yellow to rich red-gold. Rugged oak furnishings occupied flagstone floors among relatively spartan walls, decorated only with only isolated paintings, strategically placed to catch the light – but each painting seemed inspired by something from the likes of the pages of the grey man's folio. By this time I half expected to be led into a massive dining hall with a twenty-foot-long banquet table with a seat at one end and a seat all the way at the other, and four different forks next to the plate. When the butler escorted me in, however, I found my host seated at a modest round oak table with four chairs, ordinary if quality settings, and a roast beef steaming in the center. He rose. “Welcome, my friend. I had so hoped you would join us. I knew you would, from the moment I saw your eyes. You have the look of exactly the sort of man who can hear the truth when it's spoken to him. It's a rare man who can learn simply from being told something, don't you find? Most have to learn the hard way, but I could tell you are a man of intelligence. Please! Join us at table.” The “us” he referred to included two other men, slightly younger than myself, I thought, one Asian, one black, both uncommonly good-looking and well-proportioned. They were both dressed in the same way as the butler. I sat opposite my host. The two at my right and left observed me intently, with peculiar smiles. “These are Samuel and Jamail,” the Grey Man said, “dear friends of mine whom I have asked to join us for dinner. They are gentlemen who share my philosophy of life. You have met my butler, John, of course. John, would you mind?” John came around and set glasses of wine in front of each of us, mine last, which gave me a moment of surprise; I don't drink, but it seemed like a very bad time to mention it, so I decided to just go with it. “John, one for yourself as well; please join us. A toast, gentlemen!” said the Gray Man, raising his glass. “To Men – To their power and desire, and to those who fulfill it body and soul! Now drain your cups!” I have no idea what tastes good or bad in wine, because it all tastes bad to me, but I managed to get it all down. Then we sat to eat. “I'm sorry,” I said to my host, “I didn't catch your name.” “You may recall my saying to you on the plane,” he replied, “that you can experience what it is for a man to be exactly what he wants. The question is, how does a man know exactly what he wants? Can you say that you know?” “Ah – well - “ I fumbled for an answer. “I doubt you can. There, you see, is where most fail. The map is useless without the destination. There is no purchase without the coin.” The smell of the roast beef swept over me strongly; it seemed unusually fragrant. The bare foot of one of the other men, Samuel, bumped into my calf. He smiled at me. The Gray Man continued, “I have learned, now that I am a man of means, that the greatest gift that I can bestow on another man is not material goods, or influence, but to give him knowledge of himself. I make it my business to find those capable of receiving the gift of understanding who they truly are and what they are truly meant to become. Once they receive that knowledge, I then use my power to ensure that they reach that potential.” My hands began to feel numb. I dropped my fork. Jamail, to my right, picked it up and used it to raised a bite of wild rice to my lips. In a growing daze, I allowed him to feed it to me. Samuel, I noted, had begun rubbing my left thigh. “You,” the Gray Man said, “are the raw clay of ambition. I doubt you have any driving goal of your own, but you are still young enough that the desire to become something of great worth burns like a fire within you. Yes. You will become something of very great value to many men. You made the decision yourself, this day, when you chose to come to this place. No one chose that for you. Everything that happens from this moment forward is the result of your own choice. Remember that. This is what you have chosen for your life. I warmly congratulate you, and I will ensure your success.” My vision began to swim. The room seemed to swelter. “Some water... please?” I said (I think). Then Jamail pulled back my chair and began unbuttoning my shirt, and Samuel positioned himself between my legs and deftly released my belt and unzipped my pants. Between them they alternately pushed and lifted me so they could remove both articles, leaving me in my briefs, while John handed me a small glass of water. The air on my body felt better, but the water tasted odd. It did not help my twirling head. Then someone held something under my nose and told me to breathe very deeply. After a moment my consciousness became aware only of the sensations of my body and the instructions of the man telling me to breathe even more deeply again. The last thing I knew was that someone... Jamail... was cutting my briefs off my body with a steak knife, and I heard Samuel whisper in my ear, ”You are soooo fucked.” Then hands, all over my body, and I saw black.

Saturday night. Indianapolis Cum Union. Deep into #ErosWired. Fucked him five different times before I bred him. Intimate to animal. Gave him his first public sling fuck. The breeding was with a friend of mine who's cock is just a shade bigger and curved. It was damn primal as we both loaded him in front of an audience cheering us on.

The drive over to the gifting top took forever, my mind was racing. This is the beginning of a new chapter, starting a relationship with the best bottom I have ever had. Not just an bottom, a straight boy, with a girlfriend, who loves taking cock and following orders. Whether or not we are together forever, he will always be mine in some aspect. I pull up to the house in the email and check my phone, there are two messages. One from the gifting top: "Doors open strip once you get inside unless you want your clothes torn off" One message from my boy: "Are you going to POZ me Sir?" His message worried me, will he chicken out? will i become POZ and lose my boy at the same time? i got a horrible pit in my stomach. I text him back, "Yes, i'm going to make you pregnant with a POZ load." I sat outside the top's house waiting for the reply. My phone vibrated, "Yes Sir, if you want, you already own me." That text made me hard as a rock despite the life changing event to come, "do you want me to impregnate you?" i asked. "I want you do do what ever you want with me Sir." he replied. I took a deep breath and got out of the car, a huge smile on my face, I practically floated to the front door, and entered as i took my clothes off. The front room was dim, a light was on in what appeared to be the kitchen, and music was coming from a dark room. I made my way towards the dark room, "Bend over the bed slut" a voice says from the dark room, and i do as i'm told, so strange to be on this side of the relationship. As i bend over the bed the top walks up behind me, "wheres the toothbrush, and why are you here?" "Here, and because i want you to POZ me up" "Why?" he demanded. "There's a straight bottom i've been fucking that will become gay for me if he catches anything or can't have kids," i confess. "hmm... So you want to POZ this little "straight" boy?" "Yessir" "well... When i POZ you, MY seed will be growing in you, and then this boy will be mine too, I'll POZ you on one condition." "whats the condition?' i ask nervously. "I'll let you grow my seed inside you so you can POZ him on your own, but if he doesn't take for any reason, you release his boipussy to me and my POZ friends. AND if he does become POZ with your seed, you bring your boy over here and we have a celebration night." "interesting, I like the idea" "Well do we have a deal? Am i Pozzing your NEG ass tonight?" "Yes lets do it" The top slapped my ass hard, "good slut, you email me when you get the fuck flu" "Yes Sir" With that the top shoved the toothbrush into my ass, it hurt a bit, but i was so excited to change our lives that i didn't care. This better take. He yanked the toothbrush out of my stinging ass, and shoved it into my mouth, there was a metallic taste. I'm primed to take his POZ load. "what outcome are you hoping for slut? that you POZ him up or that he is resistant to our strains and we introduce him to my friends." "Honestly he says he's mine already and can do what i want, your friends can have him POZ or not." i replied. "good, i like that, thank you for sharing, especially if he's as good as you say." In one big thrust his cock went into my hole, it stung but it also felt pretty good, i was caught by surprise and yelped. "HA, take this POZ cock you top" he said as he rammed his cock in and out of my hole all the way, really loosening my hole up, but also really wrecking my sore hole. "Beg for my POZ load like a good bottom, and then take it home to your boy." "please POZ my ass, convert me" i said over and over. "tell me why slut" "POZ me so i can convert the straight boy! POZ me and lets make him a gay POZ bottom whore" "He's already a gay bottom, but here's the POZ load delivery for his ass!" He thrust in and i felt the first strong spurt of toxic cum enter my ass, he moaned, and was breathing heavy, still clenching and releasing cum into my hole. It was quick but i was hoping for that, i much prefer to fuck my boy than be fucked by anyone. "if you don't get sick within 2 weeks, you come back here and you're staying here a weekend, got it?" "i'll let you know" i replied, standing up and grabbing my clothes from the living room floor, my ass sore and full of POZ cum. I drove home, dreaming about my life to come. I woke up the next morning with my asshole burning, the guy messed up my hole for how quick he was. After my breakfast and coffee I went to the restroom and sure enough cum came out, it felt like a cup full, it just kept coming out. My phone buzzed, "Good Morning Sir" it read from my boy. "Good morning boy" i replied. "ready for tonight?" "Yes Sir, always." His text brought a huge smile to my face. "craving cock? craving a man?" "Yes actually Sir, I'm very horny, i get crazy thoughts when i'm horny." he sent. "Oh? like what Trevor, tell your boyfriend." "Well, craving your cock, piss, and cum like usual. Do you mind if I come by and grab a bottle of piss from you?" "Aw boy I want you to, but i just pissed, i'll bring one to your work though, on one condition." "Anything Sir" "Change for the gym outside your car today in the parking structure, shirt, shorts, socks, shoes, but the jock strap stays, and wear the "ADDICTED" jock strap, everything comes off first before one article goes on." "Yes Sir, When will i get your piss?" "you'll get every bladder full today slut, just prove to me you followed orders." "Yes Sir" "Good Boy, also think of some more rules, i need more control over my slut, you're going to be gay in no time, hard for me and flaccid for her" "Yes Sir I'll email you a list tonight for approval before you come over, and honestly that excited me a bit" "Good, because you're mine" "Yes i am Sir."

Last week I met up with this Hung Bahamian who is living here now. We've met up once before, and the first time was a good fuck except the condom he insisted on. He even put it on before I started sucking him. I've been avoiding a repeat for a while, and this last week he started hitting me up again. The size queen in me overrode the cumdump and I agreed to get together with him. One of the problems with getting together is he lives farther away. I picked him up downtown after his class, and brought him to my place. While we had been chatting online/text he had been talking about wanting a romantic relationship, us to sit and talk etc. etc. Well, I can say when we got home, I popped into the bathroom real quick, and by the time I was out he had is pants off and a nice sizeable lump growing. So much for the chat part ? Anyway, we start to kiss, and I'm groping his cock and its already rock hard. When I got to my knees and pulled it out of his underwear, I remembered what I liked about this guy. Beercan thick, uncut, and easily 8" (he advertises 9.5".) In short, it is a GREAT cock for sucking/fucking. I start to open my mouth, and expect that he's gonna stop me to put a condom on, but he lets me suck him raw (thankfully) and I thought maybe we'll have a good time after all. We make our way to the bed and I'm sucking him, he's making out with me and it feels good. He stops making out to ask me if I have unsafe sex and how often. I told him I have had it, and it had been a long while (4 days is a long while right). He comments something about 'not that I'm going to do it.' I figure, baby steps, we got the condom off for oral at least. He gets up and says he's gonna go grab a condom. The last time he had brought condoms, lube etc. with and I figured that was the case again. I hear a clunk and realize he might have gone to 'the box' for a condom. 'The box' is where I keep a few condoms in case of an emergency in that I need fucked more than the cum (never happens). It's decorative, with a hinged lid, and when it closes there are two small sharp pins that have been lined up with holes in the base. I accidentally closed the lid on a bareskin magnum before I went to pick him up, and forgot to discard of it. Anyhow, he comes back with a condom and his own lube, I mean seriously it is a full size tube of ID he must travel with all the time. Doing the math, he brought lube but went to my condom stash, plus him asking me about raw sex, and I figure he might want bare after all. I'm not going to push it though. He opens the condom (at this point I don't know which one he got) and he unrolls it a bit before putting it on pornstar style. I assume the position, he lubes his cock and my ass up and then shoves in. OH MY FUCKING GOD I'M IN COMPLETE PAIN! A few minutes of poppers and he's able to get in and fuck me good. Fucked me good and hard doggie, flipped me to my back to pound my hole, and every position in between. On the second or third time he had me on my back and was pounding me, I could feel his cock pushing against my second ring and it was a little hard to take. We're easily in this position for 10 minutes, and it feels like he's working up to cum. I'm massaging his balls with one hand, tweaking his nipples with my other hand and squeezing a message in morse code with my ass. He's still not cumming. I ask what I can do to make him cum and he says I'm doing it. No cum yet. Finally, one of us says they need a break (forget who) and he pulls out and lies on his back. The condom is still on, and he's stroking his cock. I make out with him, and notice he's pulled the condom back a little. I decide to sit on his cock, and before he's pulled the condom off I do this. He seems to enjoy it and he pounds me a little, I bounce on his cock some and this seems to be a good position to work to that cum goal. I start clenching my sphincter on the upstrokes, thinking maybe I'll get the rubber off him. Apparently, I did. After a couple minutes of raw fucking (wasn't sure at this point) he decides he wants me missionary, on my stomach. He pushes in fucks me a couple more minutes then starts grunting. A silent cummer! After he pulls out, he sticks his fingers deep in my hole, fishing around for the condom. I think it was in my second ring with as deep as he was going, but he finally finds it and pulls it out. When he goes to the washroom, I clean up around the bed and find the condom package. He took the condom that accidentally got pricked, and I must say I'm impressed it didn't break after what it went through! He fucks me again that night, but doesn't cum, and in the morning we fuck again, without condom. Now here's the thing, I haven't figured out if he knew the condom was pricked or not. Given the way he acts and talks, I can see him completely missing that detail, but possible he knew as well and was trying to go raw without admitting it. Will see if we get together again how it goes ?

I have always been mostly a top, but in the last 2-3 years I have started to discovering how good it is also to bottom. And also, I have always been attracted by black boys. One day, looking around in internet for a fuck buddy, I came across this black boy living in Milan. I send him a message, and I got his reply... he wanted to meet! That was good enough for me, so I picked-up my car drove to Milan, (about 60 km from where I live) to meet him. He was originally from Senegal, about 36, which makes him three years older than am I. We talked a little bit, and we drank something, but I want him to show me his assets, so I asked "When did you fuck last time?" "About 20 days ago, and I am quite horny." I had no time to think an answer or do something. As soon as he finished his words, he took my right hand and put it on his jeans and then start to kiss me. I feel something very big behind the pants, but I was concentrating on kissing him. Then we started to disrobe, and finally I was all naked and only his underwear was keeping me away from his cock. Wow! When I looked down, his underwear was almost exploding for the big meat hidden within. It looked as if his cock was trying to break through his shorts, which were soaked with his pre-cum. I slid-down the last barrier, and started to give him the blowjob he deserved. As I pumped his big black monster with my mouth, it seemed (if possible) that it was growing even bigger! Finally, after almost loosing my breath and dislocating my jaw to suck him, I stop and said to him.... "I am sorry, but I am not a good bottom and I have started to take cocks only recently. I do not think I can take it all." He replied that it was not a problem, that I could continue with the blowjob, that for him it was good enough. So I went back at his black dick, that was oozing more and more pre-cum. And then, it happen... I do not know why, but while I was sucking I feel a little drop of piss mixed with his pre-cum. That was my "no return" moment. I lost all my fears, I became a slut and stopped sucking because I knew I wanted his dick in me. Not realizing the decision I had reached, the guy began an apology for the piss, but I didn't give him time to finish his words. I mounted his cock, and began to work it against my hole, rubbing my ass cheeks against his hard meat. Realizing, at this point, that we were 'on the same page', so to speak, he pushed me down on the floor and started to caress my hole with his monster, which still oozed huge drops of pre-cum, and he grunted "Are you ready to feel my black love?" And then he pushed against my hole. The tip of his cock went in, but it was extremely painful. Even so he didn't stop, and he grunted "I have no condoms here honey, and more than that I want to make you pregnant with my seed". His words make me forgot the pain, and his dick was sliding in more and more. The pain was going away, and I started to feel pleasure in his fucking. Unluckily he did not last long, probably because he hadn't had sex for some time. After a few hard thursts, I started to feel my hole becoming hotter and hotter, and at the same moment he collapsed on me. He had cum. Wow! That was a hot fuck !

Two years ago I was in DC at the Eagle and two muscular black guys in their mid-30s in harnesses and I were cruising each other. I was 38 at the time, smooth athletic build and wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I finally went over to talk to them and one of them said "Come on. You're going back to our place, you fucking pig." Sounded good to me so I followed them back to their place. We get there and they tell me to strip down to the black jock I was wearing, and to get into the sling. They also stripped, although they left on their harnesses. Next thing I know my right arm was tied above my head and one of the guys asked me if I partied. I said I smoked some T before, but not much. They just looked at each other. They asked if I was poz, to which I answered "No, I'm neg." Another look. Next thing I knew I saw three syringes with orange caps. Being tied-up in a sling, I started to panic a little, but the bigger of the two guys, Terry, said "Relax, we got ya." I responded "Please, don't." Terry replied "You're still our slut for the night." Next thing I knew he wiped my forearm with an alcohol swap, and inserted a needle into my arm. I saw a tinge of blood enter the syringe and then he depressed the plunger, injecting the liquid into my arm. I completely lost my breath and gasped, but Terry encouraged me to take a deep breath. I coughed three or four times, and then felt warm and tingly. My ass felt as if it was on fire. I just looked at Terry and Tom, the other top, and blurted out "Please, fuck me. Please, give me your cock." The two guys laughed at me and said "Good boy, now we have you the way we like you - a hungry Tina junkie, begging for cock." Tom approached to fuck me with his 9.5 inch big black cock. When I realized he was not wearing a condom, I said "No, not raw, please, SIR" but he responded "Shut up, slut and take it" and with that he rammed his entire raw cock into my ass, and all I could do was beg for it. He chuckled "What do you want, white boy?" I answered "Please fuck me SIR." Tom yelled "You want this nigger cock boy?" I muttered "Yes, SIR." I didn't wanna say it. but he made me, and finally I screamed "Fuck me SIR - give me that huge nigger cock up my pussy." Good slut" he replied, and proceeded to fuck me then grunted "Take my poz load boy - here it comes." I was so high I begged him to breed me. When Tom withdrew, Terry was next at bat, and Tom disappeared downstairs. Same thing - another case of "Take my big black cock boy" and as he fed me his 10.5. inches. It was so fucking thick I kept the poppers handy and was begging for it up my pig cunt. He also bred me and as he blew his load I found myself saying "Feed me your cum SIR, breed me" to which he responded "Here it comes, boy - another poz load for your pussy." When he pulled-out and I could feel cum dripping down my legs. My hole felt so empty and I squirmed in the sling, at which point Terry pick-up a huge red butt plus and proceeded to shove it up my pig cunt. It felt soooo good to be stuffed. Then he disappeared downstairs for a good 15 minutes. Next thing I knew, Terry, Tom and two more huge black muscle guys walked into the room. Terry (or was it Tom?) said to the guys "Here's the junkie slut we are pozzing. You want some?" The guys immediately stripped and proceeded to slam themselves. While they were prepping themselves, Tom asked me "You need another slam boy? This time its gonna be a big one - we want you really fucked up." Tom proceeded to stick himself and draw some of his blood into the syringe. As I watched, he depressed the plunger only a bit. The next thing I knew he pulled it out of his arm and stuck me with it - injecting his poz blood into my arm. No sooner had the contents of the syringe entered my blood stream, well, I was flying! I coughed even harder this time and all four of the guys laughed at me. Tom said "Good slut - I just gave you a .5 slam." My pussy was on fire like never before. They untied me from the sling and put me on the bed where they proceeded to take turns on me for over three hours. They even double fucked me. My pussy couldn't get enough bareback cock. The two guests also bred me, so I had four loads in my pig cunt when one of the guys brought out some huge fucking dildos. I honestly didn't think I could take them but certainly wanted to try. I took a deep hit of poppers and the guys proceeded to wreck my hole with extra large black dildos, eventually shoving two in me at once. Sometime later the two guests left, and Tom and Terry fucked me some more, eventually depositing loads five and six in my ass. Late morning I left, and as we parted, Terry and Tom said "Good slut - we want you again. Welcome to the world of poz pig play - you fucking Tina slut." Part 2 next time.

My back ihas been bothering me so I looked for someone who could give me a real massage, specifically to work the knots out of the muscles in my lower back. I found a masseuse, and after talking to him for a few minutes, I got the impression he knew exactly how to work my back, so I went over to his place, knocked at the door, which he answered wearing only a jock strap and a tee shirt. He was about 30, was rather hot looking, and had a swimmer's build. I could also detect the outline of a nice size dick in his jock pouch. Welcoming me to his place, he asked me to lay on my stomach on his bed, explaining he had ordered a new massage table and it had not yet arrived. Of course I agreed, undressed, and lay face down on his bed. Applying some warm oil on my back, he went to work, finding every knot in my back. His treatment was somewhat painful, but I knew my back would feel much, much better the next day. Throughout the massage, although I couldn't actually see him, I got the impression he had shed his clothing, so I wasn't terribly surprised when I felt his hard dick slide across my body. Nor was I surprised my dick was also rock hard. I thought of a sexual encounter as an extra treat. By this time he had massaged every muscle in my back, so he began applying oil to my butt cheeks, a generous quantity of which oozed between my cheeks, pooling in the cleft of my hole. When he instructed me to spread my legs widely, I complied quite willingly, and to my pleasure his finger slid into my hole very easily. Then a second finger, and then he began working my prostate, all the while his hard dick rubbed against my leg. I couldn't help but think to myself "I'd love to get a fuck from him." He lay on top of me, uring me to relax as the head of his dick pressed against my hole. I couldn't tell whether or not he was wearing a condom, but I knew I wasn't on PrEP. Still I didn't object when his dick slid ever so gently into my hole, for which I was grateful as his cock was both long and thick. Before long he was balls-deep, fucking me in short strokes. I was in heaven as his strokes got longer, and when I began clamping down his his cock when he was at full depth, he muttered "Stop, man, I don't want to cum in you." To myself, however, I replied "I I don't care," and clamped down full bore. Still he pulled-out and blasted a load any porn star would be proud to pump out. When he had finished wiping his cum off of my ass, I turned and got the shock of my life: his chest bore a large tattoo of a BIO HAZARD symbol.

This work of fiction is dedicated to Lisa a Canadian peninsula, 1937 I was never told why exactly our people came to this land. Some say it was to escape the Civil War that many feared would last forever and we'd never know peace. Others say it was to start a religion that ultimately failed to take hold. We were a region without faith -- possibly because of the abominations that inhabited the lush valley in the middle of the island. The soil was rich, black and crops grew well but no one dared to raise livestock because the abominations would snatch them up for food. They were giants, near sixty feet tall. Some of them had two eyes and some just had one. It was said that one should never look into their eyes because they would steal your soul. I'd heard the tale that my own father had wandered too close to the valley in a stupor. Some say he'd been hypnotized, but my own Mama told me he had simply 'taken to drink' and just disappeared during a blizzard. . No one would go near the valley out of fear and also because of the stench from their waste. My mother sold her canned vegetables and berries in town along with her handmade quilts and such. Near her shop was old Mrs. Silven who sold jewelry and was known as an oracle. She could predict things. She's the one who warned my mother to keep a close eye on me. "He's a boy, Hannah. Boys are daring and foolhardy and this one.." she pointed a gnarled finger at me and looked into my straw-colored eyes "..this one is drawn to the valley." Mama thought her a kook, but still kept a close watch on me. I was strangely drawn to the valley. The smell was no worse that some others I had smelled. I'd never seen one of the giants before and really wanted to at least catch a glimpse. Mama believed in God who was some giant man in the sky that I'd never seen. There were giant men here who could be seen -- why were they were not worthy of worship? That's the other thing...there were only male giants on the island. No females. According to the old woman, the added stench in the air was from the rotting bodies of giants who were succumbing to sickness. "They harpoon each other in their backsides which causes them to take sick and die. It comes from the unnatural acts. Sinning against nature brought about their plaque." Mama and the old witch thought they'd all be gone from the valley in a year's time. I hoped not. I was older now and had found ways to sneak off every chance I got. I smoked hand-rolled cigarettes on my walks to the valley. I could hear them at times, but still hadn't see one. One Summer, Mama took to her bed with a sickness of her own. Her heart had always been weak and she went through bad spells. I tended her shop and her garden and made her meals. The rest of my time was spent in the valley. There was an ice cold creek running through the bottom and rumor had it there was a little waterfall somewhere nearby. I pretended to be in search of that, but I wanted to see the giants, see them committing unnatural acts with each other. What I finally found though was a giant's corpse. He had died lying down on crushed trees and boulders. He hadn't been dead long and only had a slight, sweet smell of rot. I saw a raggedy coyote approach the body and sniff it carefully. I wanted to chase it away. If only I'd brought my rifle. And then a giant hand reached down and snatched away the unlucky predator. Standing nearby was a living giant who had been waiting by the body, using it for bait to attract food. At least they weren't cannibals, as had been rumored. The living giant smelled worse than the dead one. He had moss growing between his enormous toes and actual toadstools on his toenails . And then he finally saw me. Was I done for? I'd bring my rifle and hunt game for this GOD. I told Him as much with my mind, He was naked of course. He reached down and grasped me lightly with one hand. I could look down at the tops of trees when he lift me up to his face. He looked right at me with eyes the size of large crates. I didn't care if He took my soul with the stare. I wasn't using it for much anyway. He stuck out an enormous red, pointed tongue and licked my chest. It was softer and not nearly as rough as one might imagine. It was a test as well as a taste. If He ate me, I believe it would only be painful for a second, maybe less. He smiled with a mouth full of jagged teeth that were mostly rotted. I inhaled the vile smell of his breath as if it were holy incense. Hot and humid. He then set me down at His feet. I bowed my head and vowed my allegiance to Him for eternity. And then he made water which washed me completely as it shot me right on my scalp. I understood I was being baptized. It strangely didn't have much of a smell. Or else my sense of smell had been deadened by His other odors. He turned and left, making a new path through the ruined brush and downed trees. I was unable to move for a minute or more. Maybe many minutes more. I was new. I took a short swim in the creek even though it was washing away some of the holy Man Water away. Mama could smell anything, weak heart or not. And old Mrs. Silven was tending to her and she'd know what I'd done. She was part Indian and knew all about root doctorin', herbs, teas and such. I'd avoid her as much as possible. She'd sense my recent conversion and worry Mama's poor heart. I took the long way home so my clothes could dry some. I was barefoot - so at least I didn't have socks or shoes to worry about. It was a hot Summer day and I was nearly dry as when I left from the homestead. No Mrs. Silven when I got home, but Mama was callin' for me. "Boy -- bring me a cold wet cloth for my head. I must be almost mended because I no longer feelin' chilly. You been swimming? I smell the water." "Yes, M'am. I went for a dip in the pond out back." "Careful of snapper turtles -- they'll bite the toes clean off your feet. Did you tend the garden?" I hadn't. "Not yet. Let me fetch you that wet cloth first." I fetched a cloth and soaked it in the cold well water, wrung it out and brought it back to put across her forehead. "You want some Supper, Ma?" "No. Mrs. Silven brought over a concoction made from plants and the web of some special spider. It made me feel stronger but my appetite id completely gone. I'll be able to get up tomorrow." "Good. I might be going out to camp with Luke and Jim tonight. Will you be fine here without me?" "Yes. Have fun. But come here." She took my hand. "You're a man now, Joseph. I know you crave adventure and new things. Please have a care about the bad things in this world. You've strayed from the Lord and I can't make you come back. But know I pray for you always." "I'll tend to the garden now, Mama." She sighed heavily as I left her room. I checked the garden for weeds and grubs. It was thriving in the hot sun and regular rainfall. Was I just imagining it -- or were the gourds getting bigger and riper as I stood near them? The tomatoes too. No. I'd been blessed. That's why the valley was so lush and verdant -- God, Gods lived there. I hadn't strayed from the Lord, Mama. I'd found Him/Them. The strawberries were huge. Getting bigger, redder before my eyes. Thank you for this abundance, Giant Gods. I went back inside to tell Mama that the berries and tomatoes were nearly ready to harvest. "'Tis not possible, Joseph. It's too early." I took her hand to spread my blessed powers to her heart. " "You'll soon be well enough to check for yourself." and she suddenly gasped. "Yes. I want to see. Now. I am feeling perfect." I helped her up and we out to the garden while she she was still her nightgown. "I'll be! 'Tis a miracle!" "I was going to eat some bread with cured ham before I left. Want to join me?" "I do! I surely do!" I prepared us some plates of crusty bread and chunks of ham. Cheese would have been good too, but the price was too dear just now. Mama ate everything on her plate. She had her color back. I helped her to the chair where she liked to read by the light of a kerosene lamp. "It might get colder tonight, Son. Take some matchsticks from the kitchen and build a fire if you have to. This hot spell can't last forever. Take one of Grandmother Tarsie's old blankets too. Just please be careful." I wouldn't just be careful, Mama -- I'd be cared for. I packed my rucksack and headed to town first. I stopped behind Jim's papa's shop and purchased some moonshine he brewed. I knew my own father took to drink and it killed him eventually. But I hankered for some tonight. I was immortal now. I wore shoes this time. I'd be mindful of my God's droppings by just smelling for them. I made it down to the creek just as the sun had set. I found where the previous giant had made a path. Did He want me to follow it? I chose a spot to build a bonfire. I gathered some kindling from nearby. Summer storms had dropped many limbs, thin branches and sticks. Those plus some dry, dead brush made starting a bonfire fairly easy. It grew brighter and larger than I'd thought. This would draw Them to me. I sat near the luxurious warmth of the flames and drank some of the moonshine. I wasn't hard on my tongue or my throat - but it hit my belly like a grenade. I fought to breathe. I smoked my last cigarette and took another sip. Maybe They were fearful of fire. Maybe They were all deep in slumber. I drank more and wished I'd brought another cigarette. The sounds. They were coming this way. I heard trees falling under The weight of Their heavy, strong feet came crashing toward the fire. I'd see all of them at last. There were six or seven of Them. Standing near me - plus two more on the other side of the creek. I knelt down in plain sight, praying, sending them my mental promises of devotion and servitude. They didn't talk exactly -- it sounded like barks and hoots. I think the giant I'd met earlier was the one who picked me up and started passing me around to the others. Their hands were rough and Their long, nails tore my clothes to shreds. Each of them drank in my soul through Their eyes (two of Them only had one eye). I was happy to feed them. Their voices became murmurs. I was put down again and They each started to pleasuring Themselves with Their hands. I got undressed completely and stood naked before them . I knew seed would rain down on me. I had so many cuts on my body from Their nails. I was willing to sacrifice as much blood as I had in me to Them. It didn't take long for a large puddle of holy sperm to land on me. It was heavy and knocked me to the ground. It smelled wonderful. More kept falling and splattering on my prostate body. I just couldn't believe how much weight each drop carried. One of the spurts nearly put out the fire. There was white/gray/milky puddles all around me. My open wounds were exposed to it and it must have gotten deep inside me; it felt like the force of life itself. I sat down and rubbed Their goo with my hands. I swear as I held a pool of it in my pal close to the flames, I could see thousands of tiny baby minnows wiggling around. I used a finger to coat it well and buggered my own back-end hole with it. Why? It felt like it's something They wanted me to do. My Gods were watching me. I needed to sit now. I settled down into a puddle of Their living liquid. The fire was keeping it comfortably warm. I opened the rucksack and dug out the mason jar full of moonshine and drank some lethal gulps. It further warmed me. They were still around me. I knew somehow They wanted to protect me as I slept. Maybe They'd watch the fire in case it spread out of control. I s'pose it was possible They didn't want me wash off Their fertile gift in the creek. I wouldn't dare. I let the fire dry it to a crust as I slowly drank myself to a dreamless slumber. I woke to the sound of thunder. It usually rained much later in the morning. I felt the first drop fall. My clothes were but shreds now. I'd walk home and just tell Mama the others had pranked me. What I hated most was that the rain was starting to wash Their seed off of me. it was becoming lumpy paste as it slid off. I took shelter in an old, rotting barn to wait out the heaviest of the downpour. One of my wounds was still somewhat opened. But the rest had scabbed over nicely with no sign of infection. It occurred to me that I could heal myself -- but what of the virus within me? I'd welcome it and its devastation. None of my Gods last night seemed ill. The rain was lighter now. I finished the moonshine as the sun came up. Mama always said that when the sun shone while it rained - the devil's daughter was getting married. Such nonsense. All of my gift from the Giants had washed away and I was soaking wet by the time I made it home. I hurried inside and the house was quiet as a tomb. I cracked Mama's door a bit and saw that she was sleeping soundly. Her breathing was much better and I knew she's be up soon. I got dressed in all new clothes Mama had made for me and put on my old pair of shoes. No sooner did I go to the kitchen to start a fire in the stove than Mama walked in with her dressing gown on. "When did you get back, Son?" "Just now. I changed to go run the shop for you." "It's Sunday, Joseph. The Lord's day. Where's your new shoes?" "I was pranked by the boys and Luke hid them somewhere. I was going to go look for them after tending the garden." "You do the gardening now while I make us some breakfast. The shoes can wait." I couldn't believe how many ripe tomatoes were ready to be picked. I filled my arms with ten of them and went back inside. "Look, Mama!" "Lord be! It's an early harvest! Let me chop a few and we'll have them with eggs and sausage. Also toast if you want." "I'm not too hungry right now." "But you always love breakfast. Let me touch your forehead. Oh no! You've got a fever! You took in too much night air and got caught in the cold rain. It's just a little sickening is all. I'll brew tea." I left her to busy with the kettle and fled the house. I knew I could be dying. I was a smaller, weaker man than They were. Perhaps I was being claimed for the same eternity They shared. I stopped to spill what little was in my stomach. My fever was climbing still higher. I would not have much time before weakness would take my legs from beneath me. I'd be well soon. They would heal me -- unless I had the same sickness they had. But perhaps because I was a mere mortal, I could be healed. Perhaps I would become one of Them. I sat on the creek bank. The rains had made the water level rise. It sparkled and begged to be tasted. My fever was spiking. I called to Them, prayed to Them. I lay back on the soft mud and closed my eyes. I felt Them coming before hearing the trees breaking. They were in a hurry. My salvation had arrived. Amen. END

GIFTED BY A GUEST! I’m Jimmy, 18, and on the varsity swim team at school. My older brother, Jeff, had this acquaintance named Chris that needed a place to stay. Apparently, he was HIV-positive and his parents had tossed him out. He was gonna stay with us until a bed in the local shelter opened up. The thing is…the only spare bed in the house is in MY room, so he got to sleep with me. I remember…as I was getting undressed for bed, he was staring at me kinda funny…like a wolf looks at a lamb! I woke up suddenly! My bedclothes had been pulled down and this guy was tugging off the briefs that I sleep in. I jerked upright. I blurted, “What in the fuck are you…?” He clamped a hand over my mouth and pushed me back flat on the mattress. “I’m sorry!” he hissed. “I just GOTTA do this! I’m SO FUCKING HORNY. Ever since I saw you get undressed, I just KNEW that I had to have you.” He stuffed my briefs into my mouth and his hands roamed my body, stroking and kneading my flesh. I didn’t really know what to do, so I just lay there. “Fucking SWEET,” he breathed! His mouth descended on first one nipple and then the other. I couldn’t help but feel turned on. He moved down my chest and belly until his lips grazed my cock! Naturally, my dick began to swell. Chris took it in his mouth and brought me to full erection. Chris looked up at me and grinned. “Now comes the GOOD PART!” Gifted by a Guest! He placed his hands under my knees and hoisted them up, pushing them back toward my chest. His face dove into my exposed hole and his tongue did wonderful things, making me moan & squirm. He crawled up between my legs, forcing them apart, until I could feel the head of his cock poking at the entrance to my hole. It felt wet and slippery so he must have been leaking quite a lot of pre-cum. He gazed in my eyes and said, “I can’t wait any longer. Just relax, Baby! You’re gonna love it!” He pulled the underwear from my mouth and began kissing me passionately. He hunched his hips once, twice, then three time and he was all the way inside me. I could only look up at him questioningly as his dick began a slow piston motion…in and out…in and out. He crooned in my ear, “It’s gonna be OK, Baby! This is gonna be the best fuck you ever get!” With that, he settled into a steady fuck pace for a while and I got lost in the rhythm of his stroking and the hushed sounds of two men in heat! I had accepted my fate and was just enjoying the myriad sensations coming from my first poz fuck. Eventually, all good things come to an end, and so Chris shifted gear, picked up his speed and soon was gasping, “I’m gonna cum! I’M GONNA CUM!!!” I got scared and cautioned him, “Quiet! You’re gonna wake the house up!” I grabbed a pillow and held it in front of his face. His hips locked against me ass and he yelled triumphantly into the pillow, “YES!!!” He bucked repeatedly and then collapsed on top of me, exhausted. At some point I must have shot my load, too, because there was a wet patch of sticky sperm between us on our bellies. My eyes filled with tears as I thought, “What have I done? How did I let this happen to me?” Chris looked down at me and said, Thanks, Baby! That was GREAT! I really needed to do that!” I noticed that, in addition to being dismayed by the events, I had been turned on. So much so that wondered if this might happen again. Chris must have been reading my thoughts, for he said, “Tonight we can take our time, Baby! How does a long, slow poz fuck sound to you?”

Here is the med article, it should save @latinofever1 Having to answer the same questions over and over again. https://www.medpagetoday.com/meetingcoverage/idweek/75657

Went into a clothing store earlier today to buy a new pair of jeans. It was quiet and the young guy behind the counter (about 21) was eyeing me off. I went into the change booth to get changed and after a couple of minutes I saw a shadow like someone was standing outside the booth. I opened the door and the guy from behind the counter was standing there with his hard cock out, stroking it. Saying nothing I let him in and proceeded to get naked. He got naked too and smashed my hole for a good 10 mins before unloading inside me. He got dressed, walked out and went behind the counter. I got a 15% discount on my jeans.

Kinda off topic but I miss Craigslist for the married “safe only” guys that when you got the naked and hard they would be balls deep raw in your hole

Part 20 - The Singer Jordan was up early doing his rounds before many of the guests surfaced, Daniel had drifted off to sleep by the time Jordan had left. He told Anderson not to disturb him until 9am when he would come back for breakfast. The sun was just beginning to peer over the horizon as Jordan was walking along the pristine beach, he stopped to chat with the deck boys who were responsible for keeping everything just so on the beach and pool terrace. Cael was having an early morning dip before he started work, Jordan waved at him continuing his walk around up to the Orchid Wing pool terrace. His key card opened the gate and he walked through noticing a lone swimmer in the pool, his gaze was averted by the scene and how serene and tranquil this pool area was. Guests were beginning to enjoy coffee on their verandas, many of whom said good morning to Jordan as he wandered across the terrace, the swimmer had stopped and was getting out of the pool. "Morning Jordan" Sam said with a beaming smile and still mesmerised how fit and good looking he was. Jordan smiled and walked over "Good morning Sam, how was your swim?". "Great and this place is amazing, so much more private than the Sandy Lane down the coast" Sam replied drying himself. Jordan chuckled "That is good to hear, did you sleep well?". Sam looked and responded in a rather flirty fashion "Oh yes, very very well". Jordan shook his head smiling he knew Sam was flirting with him "Excellent, and is Morgan looking after you?". "Yes he is. Jordan are you allowed to join me for coffee?" Sam asked trying to hide his shyness. Jordan smiled "Of course I am allowed, but this morning I have breakfast with my partner". Sam shuffled his feet "Ah okay, it's just I'm not use to being so alone like this". Jordan looked at him "What do you mean alone, I thought you would have a whole heap of friends". "No, most of them just see the famous me so it is quite a lonely existence" Sam replied. Just them Jordan's phone beeped he excused himself for one moment explaining it was his hotel phone, he saw it was Daniel 'Where are you, breakfast is ready'. Jordan smiled and typed quickly 'Tell Anderson we have are 3 for breakfast be there in 2 minutes'. Jordan tentatively responded "I guess people see the fame and money aspect and not the person?". Sam finally relaxed his body "Yes you hit the nail on the head. I thought I needed alone time but this is way to alone". "I did read somewhere you had a partner?" Jordan asked him. Sam laughed "Yeah, he tried to screw me over selling pictures all the time, so no partner anymore". "Come on Sam your having coffee and breakfast with us" Jordan said not giving the chance to say no. Sam looked at Jordan "Us?". "Yes, come on" Jordan walked over to the terrace gate and opened it with his key card. Sam giggled "So you are in the suite next to me?" Jordan smiled and nodded opening the gate and calling out "Danny we have a guest for breakfast". Daniel looked up from his book and put it down "Oh excellent". "Sam this is Daniel my partner" Jordan said introducing them. Daniel walked over towards them "Hello Sam, nice to officially meet you". Sam shook his head smiling "Hi Daniel, sorry I didn't realise Jordan had a partner or even gay". "Come sit Sam" Jordan said and then looked at Daniel "I think Sam was feeling a little lonely". Daniel sat down "Well it can get like that hidden away here". "Thank you both, you get use to people forcing themselves on you wanting to be best mates" Sam responded. Daniel and Jordan sat and listened to Sam during breakfast, it appeared to both of them that although he had a possy of people running around him it was a very lonely existence being so famous and single, normality in a true sense was now hard to come by. They were getting on pretty well due to Sam being relaxed around them, Jordan looking at the time realised he would have to get back to work and went over to kiss Daniel. "Back to work Danny boy" he said kissing him on the head. Daniel pinched Jordan's arse "Okay miss you already" he chuckled. Sam stood up "I should go and leave you in peace Daniel". Daniel looked over at Sam "No, sit back down you don't have to go". Jordan leaned in and whispered to Daniel "Invite him for dinner if you like". Daniel nodded and kissed Jordan then looked at Sam "We can spend the day together if you like Sam". "Yes please I would like the company" Sam replied eagerly. Jordan left them to it just as Anderson brought fresh coffee out and poured it for them, they spent an hour mindlessly wittering away to each other. Sam was now on 'Danny' terms instead of the formal Daniel, it was fair to say that Sam was gobsmacked when he found out that Daniel's family owned the Salinger Hotel Group. Daniel found Sam a pair of sunglasses and a baseball cap so that he couldn't be easily recognised, they wandered out of the Orchid Wing and down on to the beach and got Cael to put some sunbeds close to the sea. Daniel and Sam swam and sunbathed whilst Cael looked after them both as well as being look out for any unwanted attention. Sam laid back on his bed a little out of breath at the swim they had just done but happy, it had been ages since he was able to really chill out and no be on his guard all the time. The 5 days seemed to go by quickly and Sam had become good friends with Daniel and Jordan, he had spent most of his time sunbathing and swimming with Daniel and joining them both for dinner in the evenings. They swapped phone numbers promising to meet up when they were back in the UK next week as Sam wanted to take them out for dinner for their kindness. Sam had already sent messages to some of his closest showbiz friends telling them how amazing the hotel was for privacy. Jordan had also by this time been to the British Embassy and received a resident visa which allowed him to work and stay longer in the UK. There last couple of days on the island were bliss, Jordan had a knack at running the hotel, friendly but not stuffy like some of the top hotels on the island. Sofie returned and took back over the running of the hotel leaving Daniel and Jordan one day of alone time before they flew back to the UK. The flight back to the UK was surprisingly good taking in to account that Steve was not attending to them, Callum had put the whole family and Jordan on the airlines VIP list which went to explain why they received private escorts to their seats and the impeccable service on board. They only had a couple of weeks before they were due to fly out to LA for thanksgiving during which time they would have a lot to cram in. It was early evening when Daniel and Jordan were sat on the sofa cuddling up back in England, tired and jetlagged from their flight but fighting to stay awake so their bodies adjusted. The weather had turned much colder as autumn had really set in, they sat chatting about their trip to LA with Jordan expressing his concerns over being back there knowing that Sage would probably be angry, the last thing he wanted to do was put Daniel or anyone at risk knowing what he was capable of. Daniel assured Jordan that they would not stray far from Nicky and Kit's mansion for the 4 days they would be there. Their phone pinged simultaneously, Jordan looked and saw a message from Nicky saying she would be in London day after tomorrow for a publicity event for 2 nights. Jordan asked if they should invite her to stay, Daniel gave a thumbs up to lazy to move any other part of his body that was snuggled up against Jordan. Nicky responded outlining her plans and that she would love to stay, seeing that her second night was free they decided to host dinner. Jordan sent a message out to the Bajan Group 'Dinner at Daniel's on Wednesday evening' the replies came back quickly all yes's except Kit who was staying behind with the children in LA. Jordan then sent a text to Lucy inviting them and then pondered for a moment, he asked Daniel if they should invite Sam as well, again Jordan stuck his thump in the air and murmured yes. By the time they decided to head up to bed everyone had accepted. Daniel and Jordan found themselves travelling to the airport on Tuesday morning to meet Nicky, deciding to use the company limo meant neither would have to drive. Much to their surprise Callum met them at arrivals and had them security cleared to go airside and wait in the clubhouse whilst he went to the plane to collect her. It wasn't long before they both appeared, Nicky wearing a baseball hat and sunglasses looked extremely out of place causing Daniel and Jordan to laugh at her when she sat down. They spent half an hour having a quick catch up and then proceeded through arrivals, the doors from customs swung open as they exited to numerous flashes going off. The papparazzi knew she had boarded a flight in LA so they were stood waiting for several hours to catch the photo of her arrival in to the UK ahead to the chat show she was doing that evening. To Jordan the baseball cap and sunglasses now made sense, they all clambered to get the photo that could be sold to the press for top dollar. Callum, Daniel and Jordan would also find themselves the following day spread across the globe in print. One person in particular who was paying much more interest in her publicity was Sage, for the first time he got a very good look at the now named man 'Daniel Salinger from the Salinger Hotel Group' as accompanying the star. The second photo below showed Nicky and Jordan laughing with each other, Sage sat back laughing he then phoned the newspaper to reveal who one of the 'Unamed male persons' was in the photo. He now had a chance to destroy Jordan publicly and humiliate him all from one phone call. Nicky eventually surfaced from her bedroom at 1pm and joined the boys in the kitchen for some much needed coffee she was on the phone talking with Kit with a serious look on her face, she hung up and looked at them both. "Guys I think you should be prepared for a shit storm about to happen" Nicky spoke with an upset look. Daniel looked to Jordan and then back at Nicky "What is it?". "They have found out Jordan use to do gay porn and the rumours have started" she put her phone down on the kitchen table. Jordan looked a little shock "Well I knew it would catch up one day, but what sort of rumours?". "We are apparently having a torrid love affair in London" she said looking at Jordan. Jordan sat there looking shocked "I am so sorry Nicky" he said. "Don't be silly Jordan I am use to it, but it's you I am more worried about as it is intrusive" she looked at them both. Jordan shook his head "I promise you it won't bother me Nicky". Daniel returned with his tablet and started going through the English press but nothing was there yet but there was one link to a Hollywood publication that he clicked on, the three of them looked waiting for the page to load then sat there in silence reading it. 'Famous Movie Star In Romantic Fling With Gay Porn Star', they looked at each other and continued reading 'Spotted with her new love interest in London?, American gay porn star Jordan with his dashing suave looks and perfectly defined features made several gay porn movies, which at best were only mildly hot but the acting was dire. His looks obviously caught the eye of Nicky whilst hubby is thousands of miles away babysitting.' There were a couple of links to some of his porn movies and the photo of them laughing looking at each other. Nicky looked at Daniel whilst Jordan read over the article again. "Bastards" he shouted "how dare they say my acting was dire" he burst out laughing. Daniel laughed "They don't know you like I do though". Nicky sat down "Welcome to the fame game Jordan". They sat drinking coffee talking and laughing, Jordan had a suspicion that Sage was probably behind this. Daniel was surprised when his mother and father turned up with bags of shopping, she knew Daniel only to well that he would leave it to the last minute to get the food in for dinner. Jordan and Nicky helped Lucy out preparing dinner whilst Daniel and his father set the dining room table, they then went out to get wine. By the time they arrived back everything was prepared only to find Lucy, Jordan and Nicky sat in the lounge having a cheeky drink after all their hard work. Lucy inquired who the eighth person was but Daniel was not giving anything away so Jordan kept tight lipped as well. Lucy and David went to the kitchen to check on dinner whilst the others showered and changed eventually reappearing shortly before 7pm, at the same time Steve and Callum arrived. David played host and poured drinks, Steve was driving but Daniel insisted they stayed over as they had plenty of bedrooms. Just after 7.15pm the front gate buzzer went off and Daniel excused himself, he opened the gates and went to the front door to greet the new guest. Sam got out of the back seat and asked Daniel what time the driver should pick him up. Daniel chuckled before telling Sam he could stay over as the other guests were as well, Sam shrugged his shoulders and told the driver to pick him up at 10am. Sam walked to where Daniel stood "What others?" a look of shyness appeared on his face. "Family and friends" Daniel replied before taking Sam's hand "Come on". They walked in to the kitchen where everyone was chatting "Everyone this is our guest" Daniel called out. Sam smiled when he saw Nicky as they had met a couple of times at award ceremonies, he felt immediately more relaxed. Steve and Callum stopped dead in their tracks mouths open, Daniel laughed at their expressions before introducing them. Callum could only muster three wow's at this point. He introduced Sam to his mother and father where Sam praised them on their amazing hotel in Barbados, Sam gave Jordan and Nicky a hug. It was during dinner that Lucy invited Sam to the opening of the LA hotel in January. Sam was only to happy "Let me know the dates and I will block it out in my diary" he said. "Thank you Sam and I will do" she smiled then turned to Nicky "I was kind of hoping you might open the hotel Nicky?". Nicky smiled "You know I will Lucy". Sam interrupted "Oh hang on, if she's opening it, then I want to sing a couple of numbers" he laughed. Lucy laughed "Okay, actually you have given me another idea but enough hotel talk at dinner". They moved in to the lounge to have coffee, Lucy approached Sam asking if he would endorse the hotels rooftop bar and mind having it named after him. Sam loved the idea at finally getting a bar of his own, well sort of anyway. They all chatted away until the early hours and Lucy had found out everything she wanted to know about Steve and Callum. What had become evident was they both liked their jobs but didn't see themselves at the airline much longer, they both loved Barbados and even more so now they could stay at the Salinger hotel there. By 2am the group dispersed and went to their bedrooms for some much need sleep. Over the next couple of weeks Daniel and Jordan have dined out with Sam only to find themselves plastered over the British press one morning, they had spent a few days with Daniel's sister and husband who both loved Jordan straight away. Steve and Callum would often pop over when neither were working and Daniel's father and Jordan worked out together each morning. It was on one of these mornings Daniel was sat drinking coffee with his mother after finishing their morning swim in their pool. Lucy put her coffee down on the table "So how are things going with Jordan?". "Amazing mother, sometimes I could cry just being around him, I love him so much" his dreamy look said it all. Lucy smiled "I know Danny, you were never this happy with Greg". Daniel mused for a moment "I don't think I ever actually loved him going by how I feel now". Lucy sipped her coffee "That's what I mean. So are you all packed for tomorrow?". "Oh, not yet doing that this afternoon, it is going to be quite a thanksgiving" Daniel said looking at his mother. Jordan and David showered at the gym and then sat in the changing room drying off, most people had already worked out and left for work so it was just the two of them joking and laughing around. David looked at Jordan "Can I ask you something Jordan?". "David, I hope we were past that and could be open with each other" Jordan replied looking at him. "Yes indeed, what do you see happening with Danny and yourself?" David sat down on the bench. Jordan stopped and continued starring in to his locker "What do you mean David?". David pulled his socks on "I mean your future together". Jordan rummage in his bag then turned to David "I just haven't found the courage yet" showing David the ring. A big smile grew across David's face "Don't worry about the courage, you will know when the time is right". Jordan looked at David "Is it to much to quickly?". David shook his head "Just keep the ring on you when you can. And lets keep this between us". Jordan put the ring back "Do you think Lucy would be okay with this?". David laughed "Lucy would be happy if Danny is happy Jordan". They finished changing and headed home to have lunch with Daniel and Lucy. The rest of the day they spent packing suitcases again looking forward to their LA trip.

There was a LGBT Pride festival this weekend, so my husband and I and one of our friends went to the parade. Naturally, these festivals usually have after parties, so of course we ended up at the club. At first it was very empty, but as there were two dollar drinks on sale so of course I had to have several. The evening opened with a long island iced tea, but one turned into two, two turned into three, and three turned into four. Oh, and four quickly turned into seven. Needless to say I was drunk as fuck. The morning before we left the hotel my husband had fucked me, breeding my hole nice and deep, and as I expected the day would be fun, I definitely didn't want to prematurely loose his load. I also needed to advertise myself, so before leaving for the parade I slid on a cock ring. Naturally I also skipped underwear, which left my cock printed through the front of my shorts. I knew it was visible but I wanted everyone to see it, especially one of the hairy daddies with whom I'm in heat, and who I expected to be at the parade. Being drunk at a gay bar made me feel extra slutty, and when my friend and my husband was pre-occupied, I decided it was time to walk around and look to see what action I can get into. A couple of guys were seemingly interested, but not enough to follow through. I walked through two rooms, each containing a sling, but no one was waiting to fuck. I figured I'd circle back later to see if the activity picked-up. A few rounds later I found myself increasingly impatient: there was still nothing going on in the slings, and I really, really wanted to fuck. Fortunately two doorways down the hall I found a door which was open. The man inside the room was in his 50s. Sensing he wanted to play really really badly, I stepped up to the doorway and made introductory small small talk, graduating to asking if he wanted to play. "Hell, yes," he replied, gesturing for me to enter his room. By the time the door was closed I was on my knees, taking his cock into my hungry mouth. He moaned and pushed it deep down my throat. His cock, which was about six and a half inches, cut, was just the right size. When he offered his poppers I accepted gratefully, taking a couple deep hits and holding them in my lungs for as long as I could, heart beating ever faster as he became more aggressive in pumping into my mouth. Several minutes into our session he withdrew from my mouth, and bent over, offering me his ass. As I rimmed his hole he took several deep hits of poppers, with the consequence his hole opened up quite nicely, enabling me to push my tongue deep inside, at which point I could taste the cum from another man. Asking him about the load, he replied he had been fucked earlier by two guys, and each had blown his load inside. I continued working his ass for several minutes, lost in the spell of his hole (and the poppers). Getting to my feet, I aligned my cock, and abruptly shoved my cock into his ass. He grunted in genuine discomfort, but I wasn't going to stop, so I recommended he take some additional hits of poppers, which he did. To further distract him from the pain I reached under his body, found his tits and worked his nipples, fucking his used hole hard. Apparently the pain was diminishing 'cause his at this point he was only whimpering, and at one level that was good as I could easily have continued fucking him until I came, but I also wanted to be fucked, so I withdrew, took some huffs and aligned my ass so his cock could slide right in. He banged me like a two bit whore, and I was in heaven, especially when he announced "I'm gonna cum" only for his cock to pulsate, and a warm, slick wetness to fill my hole. He had definitely bred me. Pulling out, he went to work on my cock as we both huffed the poppers. Apparently I shot a big load, as with my third volley of cum he began gagging, and tears were streaming down his face. But I didn’t care. He had used my ass and now I was using his throat. He swallowed my sperm and then made to kiss me, but really wasn't interested in prolonging the session. Instead I simply pulled-up my pants and left. When I met my husband and our friend I was still high on poppers. Upon getting back to the hotel, my husband smelling the cum, started to feel my hole, knowing that I was bred, he wanted to fuck. He made me bend over and drop my shorts, then ruggedly pushed Into my hole. "No more poppers for you," he said, adding "I want your hole wrapped around my cock." Our friend was standing on the sidelines, watching us, so I gestured for him to join us. He presented his cock for me to suck. I took his cock into my mouth and he must have been really horny as, within two minutes he announced he was about to cum. I gestured for him to slip into my ass, and he did so, cumming quickly. All the while my husband was feeling me his cock. After our friend came, my husband he he changed places, and my husband drumped his load into my hole. This was the best Pride ever.

Part 11 We all were sweating and smelled like the dirty pig whores we were. Chuck pulled his cock out of my cunt in one yank and slapped me on the ass, while I stayed bent over the sofa. He turned to another stranger who was standing, watching me get fucked while playing with his dick and said “why don’t you fuck the whore? He looks like he could use another load in his cunt.” The guy got a big grin on his face and said “fuck yeah, man, that whore needs raped.” I didn’t even see him but the next thing I knew I felt another cock quickly sliding up my ass to the root. I felt his loose balls slap against my ass and was in heaven. I was being used again, and filled up with another of the countless dicks that had bred me today. I turned to look and Chuck was making out with the new guy that was breeding me, a sexy younger bear. The man in the suit had disappeared but a handsome older man had pushed Adam’s uniform pants down to the floor and was pounding his cunt and moaning loudly. “Damn, that fucking sailor pussy is tight.” Daddy was still smoking the pipe and shotgunning huge hits to Adam to get him as fucked up as we were. Chuck sat down on the sofa and leaned up to kiss me while he whispered more dirty pig talk. “Now you’ve got over 20 loads in your pussy, faggot. Your slammed up cunt feel good, whore?” I moaned while the new stranger cock in my hole was using me for exactly what I wanted. Another breeding. “Fuck yeah, Chuck. It feels so good to have more cock inside me. It’s what I need more than anything. More cock, more cum.” “That’s a good little fag boy. Eventually we’re all gonna give you loads of slam piss up your cunt. You want that, pig?” “I’m sure I do, but I don’t know what it means. What’s gonna happen?” As soon as I said that the man fucking me rammed his cock inside me all the way and I could feel him throbbing and shooting another load in my well raped cunt. “Fuck! I’m coming you nasty little whore! Your sloppy cunt just sucked the cum right out of me!” Chuck laughed and said “First I wanna watch your pretty little sailor friend suck all the sperm out of you, and get it all over his sexy face and beard. Then your Dad, sailor boy and I are gonna piss up your hole so you get another load of tina up your ass. You think you’re high now. Wait until that slam piss hits you like a ton of bricks. Maybe we’ll make sailor boy eat it out of your cunt too. I moaned and said “Fuck that sounds so hot! Please let all the men in the room who wanna use my pussy fuck it first.” As if on cue, the dick in my hole was replaced by another stranger’s cock that I couldn’t see. He shoved my head down into the sofa. I could only feel it being shoved up my cumdump, insisting on going where lots of cocks had gone before, and reveling in the sloppiness and all the loads, ready to lube him up. Chuck just laughed and said to the owner of the new cock that was raping me “Just use him. It’s what he’s for. I wonder if we can get 40 loads up his cunt tonight. He’s already up to 20.” “Fuck dude, really? He’s had 20 loads up his ass today?” “Yeah,” Chuck said, “that’s his Dad over there with the pipe. He’s been breeding the kid for years." The guy inside me said “Fuck that’s hot. His cunt is really fucking sloppy. I love a well used cumdump.” He had a really fat cock and it was opening my hole up, I wondered if it was ever going to close up again. I hoped it wouldn’t. I wanted to be open for any cock, any time. My whole purpose in life was to serve dicks with my cunt. Why make it hard for them to get inside? The guy fucking me started pounding me hard, and I moaned. “Please. Fuck. Me……” I trailed off and ended up just moaning. “Holy shit, man,” he said to Charlie, “this little whore really needs to get bred.” He started to pound my hole harder, and shoved his cock all the way inside me. I could feel another load pulsing into my ass. The guy fucking me got really quiet but was moaning “FUUUUUUUUCK” while I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, releasing its perfect sperm to knock me up. He pulled out and walked around to my head and said “Clean my cock off, faggot.” I opened my mouth and greedily sucked his cock, cleaning off all of the random loads of so many guys. Another guy walked into the room from the arcade and made a beeline for the sofa. He opened his shorts and a fat uncut dick flopped out. “You ready for another load, faggot?” Charlie laughed and said “I don’t think he can speak much now, can you pig? Just use him. He wants as many loads as he can get. All up his cunt.” “Sweet,” the guy said, and he slid his cock inside me. Charlie walked over to my Dad and got a shotgun of T from him and leaned down to pass it to me. The latest guy started up with a stream of pigtalk, telling me what a whore I was. What a nasty little fucking cumdump. He called me a faggot. And I knew it was all true. I am a faggot. I am a nasty cumdump. I never say no to cock or cum. I could tell that his endless talk was getting him turned on so I begged him for his load. “Fuck me dude. Fuck my cunt. You wanna breed me like everyone else has today? Add your sperm to my fucking pig hole? Breed it. Knock up my little fag cunt.” “You’re a nasty, dirty little whore. Here you go, faggot. TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD!” And he slammed his cock all the way in my cunt. Where so many had already gone today. I turned to the side and could see that another complete stranger had rammed his cock into Adam’s sweet little sailor cunt and was raping it for all he could. Daddy was passing Adam another shotgun of T and talking low in his ear. Adam just moaned and said “PLEASE BREED ME! I gotta have your cum!” The guy who was raping him laughed and said, “of course pig. That’s why my cock is shoved up your cunt. Need to unload inside a nasty little whore. Even better that he’s serving our country. Let my fat cock serve your cumdump. Dirty fucking pig!” The guy’s balls pulled up and I could tell he was unloading in Adam’s pussy. We needed to take a break. I was starting to get cramps in my legs from being bent over the couch. I sat down on the couch and snuggled up next to Daddy when he pulled a plug out of his bag and motioned for me to take it up my ass. Charlie looked at him and said “hang on a second, Mike,” then he looked at me and grinned. “Remember?” And I laughed and told Adam to lie down on the couch. He wasn’t quite sure what was happening until I crouched over him and put my hairy ass in his face. His tongue felt amazing on my hairy cunt. Adam used his hands to pull my cheeks apart and got his tongue in nice and deep, while leaned over and made out with Daddy and Charlie. I couldn’t stop moaning from the amazing feeling of his tongue mining my ass for loads. I had over 20 loads of jizz inside me, almost all of them from men I’d never seen before and never would see again. But their sperm inside me felt amazing and I knew I wanted more.

The Golden Coin - Part III Ben lost track of time in Andros Manor. When he asked how long he had been there, no one would give him an answer. Ben had endured “cleaning” twice now, and the Gray May would only say how much he had enjoyed their “conversations” - though Ben could not recall what any of them had been about. He was certain, however, that at least a week had passed since he arrived. He had eaten at least that many meals, and Jamail had been escorting him to a room with workout equipment and instructing him to lift weights – Ben had apparently told the Gray Man he had been wanting to build up his body but had never had the opportunity. Ben did not remember saying this, but Jamail pushed him hard, and his body felt sore as a consequence. One day after lunch, John informed Ben that he was called for. The Gray Man met him at the foot of the broad main stairwell. "Benjamin,” he said. “Please go upstairs to the first room on the left. I will be there in a moment." As Ben climbed the carpeted stairs, he could hear no sound except the ticking of a clock somewhere, as though all sound in the house were muffled. At the top he found the room and entered. The room contained only four items, the most prominent of which looked something like an elaborate exercise machine; next to it, a small table, a stool, and nearby along the wall, a cupboard of some kind. Ben heard the door close, and saw that the Gray Man had entered. "Please go over to the frame," the Gray Man instructed him. “Look,” said Ben, “I figure I've been here almost a week. People are going to be wondering where I am. I could lose my job.” “You are still thinking like a man with limitations,” said the Gray Man. “Everything is in order. Your employer was quite satisfied – one might say ecstatic – with the compensation he received in lieu of your extended absence, and your job – whatever it might have been – will be waiting for you should you ever choose to return to it. You have no dependents, and your extended family understands that you are recuperating from a sudden illness at an exclusive health resort, with the best of care. Your bills are paid, your debts are in hand, your cat is with your sister. As I said, I guarantee that you will succeed on the course you have chosen. Now please, go over to the frame.” Ben numbly approached the metal framework and the Gray Man positioned him in front of it. The man attached a leather cuff with a metal ring to each of Ben's ankles, and his wrists, then attached the rings to points on the framework. He shifted a lever, which tilted the framework backward, raising Ben nearly horizontal to the other man's hip level. Moving to Ben's head, he placed a blindfold over Ben's eyes. Ben then felt him wrap something around his head, securing the blindfold in place and blocking the slightest ray of light. From that point, every sound seemed amplified, every touch magnified. Ben tried to determine by sound what the Grey Man was doing, but the room seemed to fall silent. As minutes passed into more minutes, Ben's anxiety began to build. An unexpected tug on the hem of Ben's pants was followed by the metallic snip of shears, and the rip of fibers as the sheaers cut through the leg of his pants all the way to his knee. A hand silently ran along the exposed flesh, then did the same with the opposite leg. Bit by bit, moving from leg to arm to the neck of Ben's shirt, the shears continued cutting and ripping his clothing – the hands testing, kneading, caressing each part of his body as it was revealed. Pulling the cloth away from Ben's chest, fingers lingered over his nipples, one at a time, thumbing and flicking them until they became tense and hard. The shears slowly cut downward, exposing Ben's belly, and with equal deliberation the scissors crept up the inside of his thighs. They snipped and pared with precision, until only Ben's fresh pair of tight briefs remained, then two slices along his hipbones left only loose fabric covering his most private areas. For interminable minutes the hands did nothing, touched nothing, until at last they snatched away the last vestige of modesty and Ben's cock felt the cool of the open air, and, as Ben imagined in his humiliation, the intensity of the Gray Man's gaze. Though Ben saw nothing from beginning to end of the ordeal, his mind's eye displayed crystal-clear images of what the hands did to him from then forward, though he could only guess at the tools. The hands gathered his balls and pushed them through a tight metal cockring, then pulled his cock through behind, and then strokked his penis to an unwilling firmness in the slightly tight ring. They pulled his scrotum taut so that his balls stood out like tight, shiny orbs. Some narrow implement next was traced down the lines of his body, now down his inner thighs, now across the contours of his belly, now up the length of his bobbing shaft - then, SNAP! Something whipped painfully across the end of his cock, directly across the frenulum. Ben gasped in pain and surprise. THWAP! He gasped again, this time for the dull impact across his straining testicles. Then, WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP, the feeling of my cockshaft being whipped without mercy, punctuated by strikes to his balls, his belly, his thighs, the insides of his arms, and his nipples, as rapid as an expert on a drum kit. Ben's breath came fast and shallow. The narrow implement was then applied to the bottoms of Ben's feet, repeatedly, and behind knees, but shortly returned to another round of cock-whipping. After a few moments, the whipping suddenly stopped, and Ben sensed movement to his other side, where the table stood. The clink of metal caught ear. A hand deftly raised his cock upright, and Ben felt the cool of some thick liquid applied to its head, then the cooler sensation of some smooth metal touching the tip. In the next second his breath caught - the smooth metal had entered the end of his cock and had begun worming its way inside. Before, when Jamail had used his fingers to milk him, he had not imagined being more intimately violated – now he realized how mild an intrusion that had been. This object, creeping deeply into his shaft, worked its way to the root of the most private sensation he could feel. It paused, impaling his rigid cock, and then by gravity invaded to his core. Ben couldn't hold back a moan… and he heard, from the other, a sound of satisfaction. A soft laugh? Perhaps. Not content with this debasement, the hands removed the metal rod and substituted it with a thicker one, stretching the inside of Ben's shaft. The hands seemed to take pleasure in raising the rod up again and again and then releasing it, allowing gravity to draw it downward, deeper, each time overcoming the resistance of Ben's body a bit more, until it defeating him completely. At last the hands left the rod impaled at its deepest penetration within Ben's cock, and turned back to the table. Ben heard now for the first time a sound he would later come to fear - a loud BZZZZZZZZZZ of some device, which without warning connected against the handle of the metal rod. An intense vibration passed along the rod and beat violently against Ben's prostate deep inside. He writhed in his restraints, crying out. After minutes of this treatment that left Ben's chest heaving, the hand withdrew the rod. After a moment a new object was placed over his glans, circling around the head of my cock and entering a short distance into the slit. Ben felt his finger at my anus, touching it with cool, thick liquid, quickly followed by the cold feel of metal, but thicker. With a push the hand forced the steel plug into him, settling the base snugly in his hole. Ben heard the click of buttons, and then his sphincter clenched involuntarily as a buzz of electricity shot through his pelvis, searching its way up the length of his cock to find its pole in the electrode placed on his cockhead. Pulse after pulse after pulse caused Ben's cock to spasm and bob involuntarily, in time with the clenching of his asshole. Ben began moaning, unaware of his own sounds. Soon he discovered that his tormentor could vary the pulse of the electricity, and its intensity, and with each new pattern of shocks Ben's body reacted on its own, in a new way. The hands applied pads of some sort to Ben's inner thighs, to his lower belly, to his sac, each time forging new paths for the current, each time intensifying it. Ben's mouth hung open in silent cries of shock and pain. Finally all the electrodes were removed except the original ones at Ben's cockhead and ass, and the power began gradually ramping upward… up… and up… and up… until the surges of current felt as though they were convulsing Ben's entire pelvis. At this point another sensation - WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP – the narrow switch began mercilessly whipping Ben's cockshaft again. Ben's mind rebelled - his eyes rolled in his head and he began to drift in a haze of pain, his entire body shaking uncontrollably. And then it all suddenly stopped. Ben sucked in breath audibly, his chest heaving. In a moment, he heard again the BZZZZZZZZ of the device that had touched the rod in his cockshaft. This time, the hand planted its buzzing head squarely on his asshole. "GAAHH!" Ben cried, from the intensity of the vibration, and again when it shifted it to his nutsac. The hands were testing, seeking those places where Ben's body would betray him, to reveal his sensitivity. In the next instant, they found their target. They placed the thing - Ben could only think of it now as some evil Thing - underneath his cockhead, directly on his frenulum, pressed downward slightly, and BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. "Oh, GOD!" Ben shouted - he had never experienced a stimulation that intense in his life. "Stop! Please stop! Ohhhhhgggggg….. I'm going to…. " The device stopped. Ben's body heaved in sweat and sexual frustration, drawing ragged breaths. Suddenly, the blindfold and wrapping were pulled away, and he found himself blinking at the intent face of the Gray Man, who was holding something in front of Ben's face. “Benjamin! Look carefully. Look very carefully at what I am holding. From this moment forward, this is the token of your future life. This is the call you must always answer. This is who you are. This is your body, and your soul. LOOK.” He held before Ben's eyes a golden coin. In the next second, the electricity surged again, igniting Ben's entire sexual being. WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP went the switch onto his cock and balls. BZZZZZZZZZZZ – the device assaulted his frenulum. “Now,” said the Gray Man, “open your eyes and look upon this coin...” Ben forced his frantic eyes to look at the shinging gold circle as every single aspect of his being shrunk to a single, inescapable conclusion. “Benjamin,” said the Gray Man, “CUM.” Ben's mind unspun. His back arched, his toes curled obscenely, he strained every restraint, and his cock pulsed against his will, shooting thick ropes of cum across my belly and chest in spite of the electrode blocking his slit. Each pulse of liquid cum increased the intensity of the electric charge coursing through his cock, causing it to contract with greater violence. This could not be called an orgasm – this had been ripped out of him. It could be described no other way. When Ben's cock stopped convulsing, the Gray Man turned off the power and removed the electrodes, put away his tools, and stood up. Of the golden coin there was no sign. He wiped off his hands with a hand towel and left it on the chair. Ben still lay in the frame, his semen liquefying and running down his body onto the floor. Ben could smell it pungently. The Gray Man went to the door and opened it. “You were superb,” he said, glancing back. “Good boy. I now have no doubt in the ultimate outcome of your training. I can scarcely wait to get underway.” He exited the room, and the door closed behind him. **As a little Easter Egg, for those of you kind enough to have read this far, I'll share a secret - a big chunk of this chapter is autobiographical. ?

To Perversatile...... thanks for the good review on my story. This actually happened to me some time ago and I don't have anyone I could talk to about it so I decided to write it down. I honestly just wanted to get a booth and bust my nut and leave and still can't believe how fast it all happened and how quickly I gave in to the urge to get nasty. Even more amazing is when they were leaving the booth, I stayed on my hands and knees and told them to leave the door open. Once I had a taste of cum while all fucked up I just couldn't stop.

It wasn't long before I received multiple snapchats of my boy stripping in the parking structure of the gym. Good boy I thought to myself as I started to get ready for work. Before leaving for the office I grabbed an empty bottle, and a few water bottles. He will get every load today. I got in the car and realized that my ass was pretty sore, I can't believe I took a POZ load. The thought of it brought a uneasy feeling to my stomach, but at the same time, got me horny for converting Trevor. A few hours into work I had to piss, so I text Trevor, "I've got to piss, are you able to come?" his reply came quick, "I can't get there until 11am Sir." "Ok I'll bring the bottle to you, stay at work and I want you to drink it while sitting in my lap in my car." "Yes Sir" he answered. I pissed into the bottle by my car, and drove it to his work. He was waiting by his car in the structure for me, and when I parked he jumped in the passenger seat, kissed me deep, started to take his clothes off and smiling the whole time. I could see his chastity device through his jock strap and his cock was definitely trying to get hard. He finished stripping and tried to hop over the center console, "nuh, uh uh" I said. Out and around. His smile dropped a little, but he was quick to obey, he hopped out of the car and on his way to my side, I locked the doors. Trevor heard the locks, and his smile really faded. He started to look nervous, I started the car and put the car in reverse, moved it an inch and I saw him almost jump in embarrassment and nerves. I stopped the car, unlocked and he jumped in, grabbed my face and kissed me while straddling me. "You scared me so bad, thank you for not leaving Sir," he said looking into my eyes. "You're welcome slut, now drink up we both have to get back to work" He nodded and grabbed the bottle. He drank it down like he just ran a marathon, "wow boy, thirsty? should I have more next time?" He took the last gulp and laughed out of breath from drinking so fast. "I won't complain about that Sir" He kissed me and hopped out of the car, I locked it again, and he was not amused. He opened the other side, got in and started putting on the clothes. "Come up with any more rules yet?" I asked. "Yes Sir, a few" "Tell me one" "Well, you called me your boyfriend earlier, but we haven't been on a date before.." "and?" "Well, do you want a date night? Once a week? he asked. "You mean out in the public eye?" "yes, but if I may request we start away from this area, and then we can move closer and closer." "Yes we can do that, I'd like that." He reached across the console and kissed me again, "see you later". "I've never said bye to my toilet before" I replied with a wink. I watched him as he ran back to work, if I'm not crazy it looked a little more flamboyant than I remember. I drove back to work, and of course once I arrived I had to pee again. "I have to pee again", I texted him. "haha thats funny, I'll drink it when ever I can next, do you have a bottle?" he said. "yes I'll save it for later," I replied. The day dragged on, but by the end I had 4 bottles filled with piss. He will drink them tonight. When I got off work, I went straight to the house Trevor is watching, and like a good boy, he greeted me at my car, in a jock strap, kissed me and brought my bag in. When we got inside he handed me a list, at the top was date night. 1. Date night minimum 1 night per week unless I've had physical connection with my girlfriend, then up to you. 2. I'll unfollow, any instagram and twitter models that are female, so I don't get any stimulus from them. 3. I'll sign onto your iPad so you can monitor my conversations, especially with my gf, and punish me accordingly. 4. I'll go get my sperm checked, and freeze my sperm if it works just incase. 5. I get a tattoo of your choosing. "Wow boy, I like the list, that will definitely give me more control, I like the iPad idea. How's your ass feeling?" "I'm glad, and good, why do you ask Sir?" "Just wondering, I'm dying to put a load inside it, and here." I said handing him a bottle of piss, "grab me a beer, and take that plug out." I had him ride me as I sat in a chair, telling him to work his ass like a pro, and to drink my piss at the same time. He did great, beer never tasted so good. I almost came a couple times, I stopped him each time and grabbed another beer or two. I slapped his ass and told him to go grab whats in the large compartment in my bag. "Sir... This this is huge." he said holding the hollow plug. "I know, and its going in your ass right now, I'm going to use your ass like a urinal, turn around and on your hands and knees slut." He did as he was told, I put a dildo in the hollow plug to keep it more rigid, and slowly pressed it in. "you had nothing to fear, your slutty ass loved it and practically swallowed it whole, now get up and head to the bathroom." I followed his delicious ass to the bathroom and bent him over the tub. The sound of my piss filling his hole was one of the best sounds I'd ever heard, and his ass seemed to be endless. it took it all and even at the end I couldn't see any inside. I took the plug out and told him to let me know when he needed to let it go. It wasn't long before he was sitting on the toilet, letting it out as he sucked my cock. When he was done he got up and reached for the lever, "Wait!" I yelled. "Yes sir?" he seemed shocked at my yelling. "you were really cleaned out there babe" I said looking down into the toilet, a faint yellow tint to the water, otherwise nothing else showed. I grabbed his arm and turned him around twisting his arm behind his back, my other hand on the back of his head, put him on his knees. I looked around and saw a bottle of poppers on the counter. I grabbed them, placed it under his nose and after a big long inhale, I shoved his head into the toilet and fucked his gaping hole, he didn't fight too much, I felt his struggle and pulled him up for air. "More slut?" "Yes Sir" he managed to say between breaths. I shoved his head back in, his hair, my arm drenched in toilet water and piss, I didn't last long this time and came deep into his loose hole. I pulled his head out of the toilet, spit on his face, told him to clean up and meet me back out in the living room. I sat down, sipped a beer, thinking about how amazing my boy is, he is a champ, and I am not sure how he thinks he's straight anymore. I pulled out my iPad, and logged into a sex store website, looking at chastity devices. Trevor walked in and curled up next to me. "Did I upset you sir?" he asked a little sheepishly. "No, but I'm not going to pass up an opportunity to fuck a sluts hole while his heads in a toilet full of my piss. Did you like it?" "I did actually, I drank some of it" he laughed. "wha-!" I exclaimed giving him a playful slap, "you little slut. Pick out a smaller chastity device. If we're going to make you a total bottom with a worthless cock, it really needs to be worthless" I said grabbing his locked up cock squeezing his balls tightly. "Yes sir. I mailed the key by the way it should be there by this weekend when I see her." "good well I hope she doesn't use it" I said winking at him. "Lets go grab a drink somewhere" His eyes opened wide, "what should I wear sir?"

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

First of all, let me apologise for the delay in this story, many of you have been asking for this for a while but due to an old broken laptop it’s not been possible, however due to new machine here you go. As you may have worked out from my first story ‘Pozzing the Blond Boy’ I’m into young guys. I always love the chase, from chatting to them through to the actual meeting, persuading the guy to take my toxic poz cock deep in his body. I also like guys with cool hair. Not only does it look good, but I really enjoy running my hands through a guy's hair during sex. I chat with a fair number of cute young guys and seem to be an attraction for them. Why, I’m not sure why, but then I’m not complaining. So how did this story start. Well I was online chatting to a few guys and checking out profiles when I came across a picture that made me stop in my tracks: this young guy was model cute. Very cute face, 5’8” so slightly shorter than me and looked younger than he actually was, which I always find a bonus. He had brown hair and bright blue eyes, a lovely combination and his hair was what I’d describe as a young Justin Bieber swept to the side look, short at the back, also a favourite of mine. I decided I would send him a message just to say hello, not really expecting a reply. To my surprise I received a reply almost immediately. I won't bore you with all the conversational details because that’s not what you want to hear, but we both liked what we saw, his private pics revealed the cutest bubble butt you’ve ever seen, and a slim but slightly defined smooth body. Our conversations revealed that he was a virgin, very nervous about meeting and a bit unsure about himself. After chatting for a while he decided he wanted to meet. Now a guy like this, unsure about himself and nervous about sex is a young guy ripe for stealth breeding, a cute guy you just want to infect but I’d also got to know him quite well and felt kind of guilty so I started asking some poz-probing questions. He was unsure about taking my cock, however loved the look of it and decided he wanted to meet out and go for a drive and a chat. Just to say hello in person. When I pulled into the car park to meet him, always in the back of my mind if he was actually going to be there, but he was. This boy was amazingly cute, even better looking than his pics which were already stunning, he’d had his hair cut that morning so it looked great, neat but still floppy. He got in the car and we went for a drive. During the drive I steered the conversation onto sex, something which I could see was uncomfortable for him to talk about but he so wanted to do things with a guy that his hard cock started to show, I looked down and smiled but he seemed embarrassed, I told him not to be and guided his hand down to my thick poz cock that was hard and wet at the tip. This seemed to flick a switch in his head and he started rubbing my cock, it felt great but I needed more from this boy, I knew I couldn’t fuck him that day but wanted his sweet boy mouth wrapped around my hard cock. We found a place to stop and I leant over and kissed him, he kissed me back and was learning with every minute, I slid my tongue into his mouth as I grabbed his cock and he whimpered with pleasure. After a while I sat back, unzipped and got out my hard poz cock, pulled back the foreskin revealing a wet, pre-cum covered head, all worries about me being poz seemed to go from him as he wrapped his hand around my cock and started to wank it. I needed more and asked him to suck me, he went straight down and I felt his warm wet mouth slide over my cock, it felt amazing, I looked down at his sexy hair and buried my hands in it, something I’d wanted to do since first seeing his picture, it felt great between my fingers, thick textured floppy hair, this made me want to blow my toxic poz load in this boys mouth, but I didn’t want him to waste it, I wanted it swallowed. I put pressure on the back of his hair, pushing his head down, fucking my poz cock deeper into his throat, I told him I was going to cum and wanted it swallowed. I put more pressure on his head building up the pace until I felt my balls tense, I pushed his head down hard, right in the back of his throat and felt my toxic seed pumping deep inside, and he had no choice but to swallow it all like a good boy. After the meet we chatted a few more times and during the chat he revealed that he loved what we did and wanked about swallowing my poz seed for days after, so we arranged a time when his house was free to meet and take his virginity. The talk of poz seed was now turning him on big time and finally the day arrived. He opened the door and gave me a smile that could melt you, those gorgeous light blue eyes, that sexy floppy hair just waiting to be grabbed. As soon as we were in his bedroom I took his face in my hands and kissed him deeply, as we kissed we undressed, my hands running up the back of that hair as he buried his tongue into my mouth with an almost primal urge. We got into bed, our naked bodies together, out had cocks fighting with each other under the duvet. After some intense kissing he put his head under the covers, not wanting that hair messed up I pulled the duvet down laid on my back and looked down at the top of his hair as he went to work on my cock. He was taking it deeper and deeper into his mouth, his floppy hair touching my stomach as he went down deep. This boy was doing such a good job, that I could have been there for hours but my brain was saying to me, breed this boy now! I pulled him off my cock and pushed him onto his back, lifted his legs revealing that tight virgin hole, twitching for its first time. I went down on his sucked his cock, tasting his sweet young pre-cum, then worked down to his hole, getting my tongue on and in it, by this time he was moaning with pleasure and now I wanted just one thing, this boy needed to be fucked, needed my high viral load deep in him, infecting him for the rest of his life. I slightly lubed up my cock but just left his hole wet from its rimming. I lifted his legs and positioned my cock at his hole. I told him it was time for him to lose his virginity and that it was going to hurt, but hurt in a good way and he’d love it. I slowly pushed my cock, his hole resisted at first but then with a pop my head slid in, he gasped in pain and tears started to form at the edge of his eyes, but there was no way I was stopping, this boy had given into me and now it was time to initiate him. With one push I drove my thick throbbing pre-cum covered cock right into his guts, he cried with pain so I held still to let him get used to me after all seasoned guys have difficulties with my thick cock so a virgin is definitely going to struggle, he looked up at me through those teary eyes and said, I want this, I want you. I started to slide all the way in and out fucking him deep, his cock started to harden with every stroke and with every stoke I drove it in harder until I was really ramming him, his hair shuddering with every thrust. I pulled out turned him over doggy and rammed my poz cock deep in that willing hole, with every thrust producing a whimper from him, I grabbed his hips and fucked his virgin hole into submission, his floppy hair bouncing with every thrust. I pushed him down on his stomach, laid on him and drove my now dripping poz cock, home, deep into his body, piercing and ripping his inner ring, I buried my hands in the top of that floppy hair while giving him a fuck he will never forget. After I had fucked him into the mattress for a good fifteen minutes I pulled out and revealed my poz cock covered in pre-cum and blood from this boys ripped hole, it was now time to infect this cutie and to have a connection like no other with him for the rest of his life. I turned him back over lifted his legs and rammed my cock home, he gasped again but this time it was in pleasure, his hole finally given up to my highly toxic poz cock. I drove my cock into him while he wanked himself, I could feel my balls building, tingling, my cock started to swell big time and as it did I leant forward, buried my hand in the top of his hair and kissed him. I couldn’t hold back any more, so I pushed in deeper than ever before and as I felt my cock pop in his inner ring it exploded, sending volley after volley of thick highly toxic cum into his guts, directly deep into his body, as I was pumping my high viral load into him, he moaned and then I felt his cock pulse and hot cum shoot between us coating my chest with his seed as I had just done to his arse walls. I whispered in is ear while he was still recovering with my cock in him that I’d just pozzed him and that he was a part of my club forever. I pulled out and told him to clean my cock with his mouth, which he did without hesitation, the enormity of what had just happened still not had time to screw with his mind. He cleaned it so well that I stayed hard, so got my hands on that hair again and told him not to stop, as you may know from my previous story I have a bit of a kink, I like to make sure the boy knows he’s mine. After he sucked me for a while I stood up, him on his knees and got him to bow his head forwards, I wanked my cock hard until I was ready to shoot a second poz load, I aimed it at him and unloaded all over that sexy hair, my strings of white cum laying on his hair, him looking up at me looking properly used. I rubbed my cum into his hair and told him he should keep it in for the rest of the day as well as my cum in his arse. I took a small pair of scissors and cut a full length lock of his hair as my trophy, another to add to the collection. We got dressed and chatted for a good hour about what had just happened, when it was time to go, I gave him a hug and felt my now dry cum in his hair, very horny, when I left and walked away it was a feeling of a job well done but also not the end of the story, after all he’s invited me back to do it all again!

A few years ago I was invited to join some friends on a trip to Munich for a long weekend in December. There were six of us - my friend Michael and his partner, another couple in their mid 30s, Ben and Paul, and another friend of Michael's I hadn't met. For reasons which will become obvious I've changed all the names in this story...... I liked Michael very much - he'd been a good friend for many years and I liked his partner too. The other couple I knew but less well, Paul had been friends with Michael for a long time and I had met him and his partner Ben quite a few times and liked them both. We flew out to Munich on the Friday morning and checked out the Christmas markets in the afternoon. We were all staying until Monday except Paul who had to fly home on Sunday due to work commitments. We had a good time and I enjoyed the company very much. I had been busy at work and was working long hours so I had not had much time for anything else and I was looking forward to having a break. I was also feeling very horny. I knew, however, that this particular group of friends didn't really approve of things like cruising and saunas or sex clubs and also had very strong views on monogamy and on safe sex. I had often heard them talking about it and talking very disapprovingly about the amount of barebacking going on. I had every intention, however, of getting some time to myself and going in search of some horny bareback sex. On the Saturday night we all went out for a meal and later on that night I went off to a large park I had heard was a good cruising ground. I found it easily and had a wander round. It was a beautiful night but it was very cold and there were not many people around. I tried cruising a young lad who looked to be in his late 20s and was dressed in jeans and a puffer jacket but he didn't seem to be interested. A few older guys were cruising but nothing much was happening. Even though I wasn't getting any action, I enjoyed walking around very much. I passed the young lad a few more times with the same result and just as I was on the point of giving up and going back to my hotel, he passed me again and started cruising me. I assumed he had been looking for someone nearer his own age but had concluded that I would have to do. I didn't care and soon his jeans and pants were down and his cock was in my mouth. He had a fair sized cock and I enjoyed sucking it very much. He didn't object when I turned him round and soon my tongue was up his arse. I rimmed him for a while and then stood up and began to rub the head of my cock over his arsehole. Again he didn't object so I began to push the head of my cock into his hole. He groaned and, reaching into his pocket, handed me a small packet. I thought it was going to be a condom but it was a small sachet of lube. I lubed him up and pushed my cock slowly right up his arse. Soon he was leaning against a tree, his puffer jacket hitched up and his jeans and pants at his knees as I fucked him bareback. His arse was really tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I hadn't cum for several days and before too long I was shooting what felt like a massive load right up his arse. I was feeling much more relaxed and chilled now and we all went out for lunch on Sunday and then Ben went with Paul to the airport for his flight home. The other three were going out for the evening and would not be back until late- they had obtained tickets for some high brow concert outside Munich and were really excited about it. Ben and I arranged to go out for something to eat and found a really good Italian restaurant. I was getting to know Ben a bit better now and I really liked him. A few things he said suggested he was actually more relaxed about some things than the others and he sank quite a few pints of beer in the course of the evening. After we had finished our meal it was still quite early and Ben suggested going for a drink in a nearby gay bar. The bar was nice and modern with good music and friendly bar staff and it was just starting to get busy when we got there. When I went downstairs to the toilet, I discovered there was a darkroom down there too. I took a quick piss and then had a look in the darkroom. Quite a few guys were in there - a young blond twink was down on his knees sucking two older guys and a fit looking black guy was being fucked hard in a corner, I watched for a while and then went back upstairs. A little later Ben went to the toilet. He came back a little while later and said "There's a darkroom down there too." I nodded and Ben grinned. The blond twink was now at the bar and after a while he disappeared again. A little later Ben finished his drink and asked me if I fancied checking out the darkroom. The darkroom was a bit busier now - and there was quite a lot of sucking and fucking going on. The blond twink was bent over being fucked and a few other guys were watching and wanking. As we watched they guy fucking the twink thrust hard up his arse a few times and then pulled out. He took off a condom and threw it on the floor. The twink stayed bent over and a dark haired guy stepped up. He pulled the twink's cheeks apart, lined up his cock and pushed right up him bareback. Ben's eyes lit up and he said "Fuck!" as we moved in closer to watch the action. The dark haired guy was fucking the twink hard up against the wall now and Ben said "Fuck....I'd love to...." I said "Go on, if you want to." He looked at me. "I won't tell anyone." I said. Ben hesitated for a moment and then he moved over to the twink. I watched as Ben pulled his jeans and pants down to his knees and began to wank as he watched the twink being fucked. The twink turned round a little and bent forward, taking Ben's cock into his mouth. Ben and the dark haired guy spit roasted the twink for a while and then the dark haired guy thrust hard up his arse a few times and pushed his cock right up him and held it there and I knew he was cumming deep in the twink's arse. When he pulled out the twink turned round and pushed his arse towards Ben. Ben didn't hesitate - he pushed his bare cock right up the twink's arse and began to fuck him. I hadn't expected that at all and I soon had my cock out wanking as I watched Ben fucking the twink bareback. Ben fucked him for a while and after a while I could tell he was getting close. I watched as Ben threw his head back and pushed right up the twink, obviously blowing his load right up him. When Ben pulled out, I took his place. I was really horny from watching Ben and it wasn't long before I added my cum to the loads the twink already had up him. Ben was a bit quiet when we went back up to the bar but then we got talking to a group of German guys and he livened up again. We got talking to two guys in their mid 30s who were a couple who lived in Munich. One of them was tall and quite thin and the other small and chunky. I went to the toilet and when I came back Ben was chatting to them. I had noticed that Ben was flirting with them, and was clearly enjoying being off the leash for the evening. A little later I went to the bar for some more drinks. The bar was busy and it took me a while to get served. I looked over and saw that Ben was now standing closer to them and chunky guy had his hand on Ben's arse. When I got back the two German guys were just finishing their drinks and shortly after that they left. I couldn't see if they had left the bar or if they had gone downstairs, but I suspected the latter. After a short time Ben put his drink down and said casually "I think I might go check out the darkroom again..." I guessed that he was going to join the other two guys and sensed that he probably would be less inhibited if I wasn't there so I said "No problem, I'll see you later," I waited a while and then made my way back down to the darkroom. It didn't take me long to find Ben and as I had thought, he was with the two German guys. Ben and the taller guy were standing with their trousers and pants down and the chunky guy was down sucking on first one cock and then the other as Ben and the taller guy kissed each other. I watched for a while and then the German guy stood up and Ben got down and started sucking the other two. It was all very horny but it soon got even hornier. Ben was now bent over sucking the chunky guy, his fit arse in the air as the taller guy went round behind him. I saw him taking out a small packet and he began to rub some lube into Ben's arse. This was getting interesting... I didn't think there was any way Ben would get fucked without a condom, but he didn't even look round as the tall guy began to push his bare cock against his arsehole. I watched as the guy pushed his cock right up Ben's arse. He gave Ben a moment to get used to his cock and then began to fuck him. I had my cock out now, wanking as I watched Ben being fucked bareback. I had never thought that Ben would cheat on his boyfriend - and certainly not that he would do it without a condom. The tall guy was fucking him hard now and I could tell that Ben was loving every minute of it. I watched them fuck for a while and then the guy thrust up Ben's arse a few more times and I knew he was cumming in Ben's arse. The chunky guy pulled out of Ben's mouth and moved round behind him. His cock was much bigger than the tall guy's and I watched and wanked as Ben reached round and pulled his cheeks apart to help the guy get his big bare cock up his arse. The chunky guy fucked Ben hard and fast and I could hear Ben groaning as the chunky guy took hold of his hips and began to fuck him even harder. It wasn't long before he too shot his load up Ben's unprotected, cheating arse and I shot my load on to the floor of the darkroom I was back upstairs by the time Ben returned from the darkroom looking flushed. I asked him if he had fun and he grinned and nodded He had no idea I knew just how much fun he actually had.......

The young blond guy opened the door, please to see me but also scared, fully aware of what’s going to happen, what he has agreed to. We’d been talking for a long time, he was turned on big time by the thought of HIV surging through his veins, but like a lot of chasers, he was still nervous about the actual act, the moment when he knew his life was changed forever, the moment when a part of me was going to be in him for the rest of his life. I have a very high viral load so he knew that the chance of conversion was very high, a fact that the blondie was aware, and indeed my viral load was a huge turn on for him but also made him scared of the reality of what he was about to do. I have always had a bit of a thing a guy with sexy hair, especially blond hair. He knew it. He used to send me pics of his hair from all angles so I knew how sexy it looked, leaving the gel out of it for me so I could see and feel it natural. When he closed the door behind me the first thing I asked him to do is bow his head forward. I reached out and my hands buried in his soft thick blond hair for the first time, feeling it between my fingers made my poz cock harden in my jeans, making me want this cute boy even more. It was unfair to restrain my cock anymore. It wanted out so I unzipped and whipped it out, standing there harder than id ever felt before. The boy reached down and wrapped his hand around my thick poz cock, looking down I see a big bulge in his jeans, but I wasn't going to let it 'breathe' yet. I pushed my hand down on the top of his hair and told him to get on his knees and pleasure my toxic rod with his cute boy mouth. He did without hesitation. I looked down at his sexy blond hair and buried my hands in it once more as I felt his wet warm boy mouth slide over the head of my hard, throbbing poz cock. It felt so good as his mouth slid up and down my shaft, making it wet and feeling the head of my cock hit the back of his throat as he took it deeper and deeper with each stroke. He was doing a good job, it made me want to say don’t stop and flood his sweet mouth with cum, but there was a more sweeter, tighter place I wanted my cum to go. I told him to stand up and lead me to the bedroom. I could see the worry come back into his eyes. He had gone from immersing himself in the pleasure of sucking a cock to the reality that he was about to give up his body to me for the rest of his life. He led me into his parents' room as it was the biggest bed and they were out of the country on a holiday. I told him to strip for me and he did, releasing his stiff neg cock. I grabbed it in my hand and started to wank it as I kissed him deep, driving my tongue into his sweet young mouth, my hands back it that blond hair. I pushed him back on the bed, laying on him and kissing him even more, wanking his cock really hard, getting him very close to loosing control. Just before he did I stopped and told him to turn over, he did and before me was a sweet bubble but I parted it with my hands to reveal a tight twitching hole. I went down straight away got my tongue on that sweet hole, rimming him deep and fast, he writhed with pleasure, moaning loudly as my tongue penetrated his hole making it relax, making it want more. My poz cock was dripping with pre cum. I had not cum in over a week - just to make sure he got a big toxic load from me. I used my mouth and tongue to make his hole as wet as possible, then began to kiss up his back, moving my cock up his inner leg leaving a trail of pre-cum as it went. My tongue reached his hair as I positioned my cock at his still twitching hole. I could see in his teary eyes that he knew exactly what was going to happen but it was far to late to stop. I put my hands in the top of his hair and grabbed it, as I began to run my tongue up the back of his hair I pushed my highly venomous cock into his tight hole. He gasped as my thick cock slid slowly all the way in until I was balls-deep in him. I repeatedly reminded him he was being penetrated by my poz cock and how I was going to drive my high viral load right into him - deep. I started to pump his ass deeper and faster, his hole giving into my relentless thrusting, not that it had a choice. I drew my cock almost out then plunged it deep making him moan and gasp even louder, getting it so deep I could feel his inner ring around the head of my cock, as I drew it out for the third time I could see traces of blood on my cock, it turned me on so much, seeing that blood knowing that I will be coating his inner wounds with my venom, getting straight into his bloodstream, making the chances of infection almost certain. I drove my cock back in deeper, then picked up the pace, fucking his little ass harder deeper, using all my force, fucking him through the mattress. I could feel the pleasure building knowing my balls were ready to unload, so I did him deeper than ever, grabbed his hair, pulled his head back and said to him “You’re about to get what you’ve wanted for ages - my HIV buried deep in your boy pussy" and with a couple of more strokes and I felt my cock explode inside him, shooting volley after volley of highly toxic poz cum deep into his body, coating his ass walls, inner wounds and filling his inner ring. My orgasm seemed never ending. The boy's hole had done its job properly. When I pulled out my cock was pink with the mixture of poz cum and blood, he looked at it and you could see panic in his eyes, “It’s too late now boy, the deed is done.” We chatted and cuddled for a while, letting him think about and come to terms with what had just happened. He began to get horny again and said he wanted to swallow my load before I went. I stood up and once again felt his warm mouth over my cock, this time my cock even more sensitive. As I looked down, my hands buried in his blond hair I thought to myself, today is about me not you boy. I let him suck me till I was really close, then told him to stop, I pulled out my cock , told him to bow his head forward and wanked myself off all over his cute blond hair, shooting loads all throughout his hair. As you might surmise, I was greatly turned-on by the sight of my strings of white cum strung across his hair, and on inspiration I rubbed my poz cum into his hair and scalp, and styled it with my juices. I asked him to get some scissors, and I cut a small amount of his hair. “Now you have my DNA deep in you and on you boy, and I’m taking this hair as a trophy of the day I changed your life forever.” He smiled at me with a slight tear in those pretty blue eyes, and showed me to the door. As he closed it behind me and I walked away - a job well done, an inward smile on my face. Success.

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 ?☣️?

Since starting bottoming I am not sure how long after my last food intake I am likely to wait until I can get fucked without shit appearing. I have so far worked on the principal of six hours, then shitting and douching several times. Going to a sex club on Saturday night and want to get fucked for hours without a problem. Any tips?

Are you intimidated by the length, the girth, or both? A thick cock can be difficult to take, but if you're used to 7.5" dicks, you should be able to handle 9" with some practice. He's probably telling the truth about his size; my cock is just under 8" but because it's thick (and I'm a slender guy) men think it's larger than it is, I'm betting there's a similar thing going on with your perception of his equipment. So don't let yourself get nervous about him being too big, keep yourself calm and relax your body, and you should be okay. If your butthole clenches up, tell your top you need a moment, and let yourself relax again before the fuck continues. Couple other tips: Fuck in a position where you are able to sit on his cock and ride him, at least to start things off. Take about 1/3 of his cock, pull out and relube, take 2/3, pull out and relube, then try balls deep (if you feel up to it). There's been several times in my life when I thought a guy's cock was tearing up my insides, but taking a pause and applying more lube made everything fine and we were able to keep fucking. If he's in control of the fuck, just be blunt and tell him not to go balls deep until he's fucked you a few times. I had an ex that was MUCH larger than the men I had been with previously, and sex was a challenge for the first few weeks, but my body got used to his size and we didn't really have problems after that. A good hit of poppers can do wonders when you're struggling to take a dick.

It varies. Most can appear in just a few days, and others can take a lot longer. I had gono for nearly three months before it finally turned up. But I hear syph can lie dormant for even longer periods.

Curious to know how long it takes for these STIs to make themselves known. Any information would be appreciated.

love to find a large cock like that . would make it a point to take every in

Bottom in the DC area looking for top Dads. Taking loads in all holes.

Sweet reminds me of my older brother sharing me with his friends. Too bad none of them were positive back then.

Once again a wonderfully engaging story that leaves this reader wanting more .... great artwork by the way!

thanks .. i felt like i was constipated not being able to post smut! ;->

I would gladly shout out to my gifter: "I WANNA GET AIDS!"

Part 5 I was cumming so hard that at first the ight coming on didn't register. Then someone was saying, "Hey, wow, you're actually breeding the straight guy!?" The guy who had just fucked me, didn't answer, he just smiled as he got up. I was still too stunned and drunk to speak. Just still laying there trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. There were two guys that had come in the door and I realized that they had been the two in the living room making out, before. They were both naked with hard cocks in hand and definitely large ones, at that. As the guy who had just fucked me got off of the bed, they both walked up to the bed and were staring at my hole as I had not lowered my legs. One of them said, "Wow, not only did you breed him but you did it bareback as well and there is cum leaking out of his hole." I was still trying to comprehend what had happened and didn't register that much. Then one of the newcomers, leaned over the bed at my ass and then his head dove in and his tongue licked my tender hole. I found myself moaning involuntarily and then his tongue entered my hole and I gasped. Without my control my legs just opened wider up as he rimmed me good, licking up the leaking cum and then driving his tongue into me to get more. Then he quickly climbed on the bed and the next thing I knew, he was on top of me and his big cock was driving into me. I tried to say no, but his mouth covered mine and his tongue drove deep into my mouth stifling my protest. Then he leaned back a little and told me, "I can't help it. Your hole is so hot and tight, I had to do this." Then he commenced to fuck me hard and fast. Almost immediately, I found myself thrusting my ass at him to get more an the intense feelings pleasure overwhelmed me. again. We drove our entire bodies at each other in a frenzy of lust. I just found myself carried away by the feelings and closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. He pounded my hole crazily and for a good 5 minutes, before I felt a change and his cock seemed to grow and get harder and his thrusts became erratic. Then he almost yelled, "Here it comes. I am going to fill your hole so full of cum. Get ready to take my poz load deep." With that he drove into me as deep and hard as he could and I felt his cock throbbing. He ground his cock around and around in me as he was cumming and then as his cock finally softened he slipped out of me. He quickly got up smiling and said something about, I hope that takes hold good in you, whatever that meant. The other guy almost pushed him out of the way as he climbed between my legs and wham his cock was driven deep into me before I could say anything. He was immediately pounding away. I was totally lost to lust. I couldn't protest, just went with it and continued to thrust my ass hard as he thrust into me. We were both in a huge rush. I could feel my cock growing and tingling again. He reamed my hole with almost a vengeance. We drove at each other, over and over and over. All too soon, although it was another good 15 or so minutes, I felt his cock get harder and then my own cock also, Then with a last deep crashing thrust, I felt his cock start to throb as he was cumming in me and my own cock blew another huge load almost at the same time. We ground at each other, both of us moaning and groaning in passion. Then it was over and as his soft cock plopped out of my hole he was saying, "Man, that was intense. I love pozzing a hole and now a formerly straight one at that was really wild." I still did not understand what he meant, but didn't care at the time. I was spent and satisfied completely and could hardly move. I just laid thiere for a while with my legs still in the air and spread savoring the feelings.

7. Cal I kept my eyes down as I waited for the elevator. I was painfully aware of Hector staring at me; it was impossible for me to meet his eyes after he had used me. What he put me through wasn't that much worse than other scenes; it was the degree that Hector didn't care. I poked the "up" button again, hoping that it would make the elevator come more quickly. It was probably only a few seconds later, but it felt like hours; I was terrified that Hector would make some comment. Finally, the elevator arrived. I stepped on the elevator, ignoring the sudden burn in the depths of my gut. I jabbed "52," wishing only once, that we were on a lower floor. The burning had gotten worse, and I realized that Hector had dosed me. I had only a few more minutes before I was a complete sex-pig. The doors closed, and the elevator began the slow ride up. I pulled out my phone. "Hey. When are you coming?" I texted Vic. Over the years, Vic had fallen in and out of my life. I always welcomed him back, because when he fucked me, it was always amazing. "Soon. One last errand for Sean and me to do." Sean was his partner. "You need some extra?" he added, leaving little question of the nature of the errand. "Just got dosed," I texted back. The burn was continuing. My hunger was only growing. I needed something in my hole. Anything. "That wasn't a no. I'll be there as soon as I can," Vic replied. "And make sure my tweaker boys what get what they need" My ass twitched, thinking about sliding down on Vic's fat eight-inch dick and blowing clouds with him. I'm sure Sean be doing the same with my Jon. The tina was hitting me hard, and the darker thoughts were emerging from hiding. I remembered the way his tina-powdered dick had burned when he forced it in my hole. I remembered the things I had done to please him, and I remembered how much Jon had loved to watch the show. My ears popped, as we cleared the twenty-fifth floor. I rubbed up against the railing, pressing my asshole against the hard brass pipe. I needed to get it together, but I had no idea how much crystal Hector had put inside me. I just needed to keep it normal until Vic came over. He'd dealt with me before, horny and tweaked and hungry. The rest of the ride up seemed to go faster. Of course, no one was getting on or off. I stepped into the condo and kicked off my shoes. The place was quiet, which meant the three men were likely still sleeping in our master bedroom. I could sneak into the guest room, and once alone, I would be able to relax a bit. Of course, in my current mood, relaxing would mean finding a nice dildo and fucking myself with it while I cruised for more men to breed my hole. I was walking through the kitchen, almost to the guest bedroom, when I ran into Seth. "Oh, hi," I said, forcing myself to stay calm. He had been sitting at the counter, staring at his phone. He was shirtless; the bright morning light accentuated his muscles and revealed a light spray of brown hair across his chest. I tried not to react. But when he noticed me, he suddenly stood up. He was wearing a pair of running shorts. The cut and color looked familiar, but my attention was held by the thick pole straining against the fabric. "Oh. Hey," he said. I looked up long enough to see that he was turning red, before my hungry hole forced my attention back to his boner. "I hope you don't mind," he continued. It hit me that he was wearing my running shorts. "I needed something to wear." Him wearing my shorts only made it easier for me to get him out of them. "And if I said it wasn't ok?" "Well," he started. Then he smiled. "Well. I'd have to take them off." "And what would you do if I told you it was ok?" "Hmm." He thought for a second. "Make you take off your shorts for me." In the drug-clouded moment, he was definitely the smarter one of us. "It's cool. You can wear my gear." "Good. I figured. Although it was hard to tell who owned what." I pulled off my shirt. Between the sex and the drugs, it was damp with sweat. I tossed it to Seth. He caught it with a practiced ease. His natural athleticism had reminded me of JP; despite his strength and stamina, Jon was always a bit awkward. Seth buried his nose in my t-shirt. "Goddamn," he said, looking up. He took another deep sniff of my sweaty shirt. "Your sweat." He took another hit, like a cocksucker on poppers. "You like it?" I asked. Seth's free hand dropped to his groin. He ran his palm over the length of his dick. "Fuck yeah. Smells so damn good." He looked up again, his face no longer red with embarrassment, but now red with lust and passion. Before he could say anything else, I stepped right up to him, close enough that, if it were not for the running shorts, our dicks would have touched. I leaned in and kissed him. His lips were just as soft as I remembered, but he surprised me by pushing his tongue into my mouth. He slung the towel over his shoulder, and reached for my ass, squeezing it hard. "You want that ass?" I asked. "Fuck yeah," Seth grunted. I wrapped my arms around him, and pulled him against me. His cock pressed up against mine. Due to the tina in my blood, the pairing was one of opposites: his masculine hardness against my tina softness. He let go of my ass, and pushed his hand in under my shorts. He felt me up a bit, then paused, then carefully ran a finger along the strap of my jock. It led him directly to my hole. "Sweaty jock strap," Seth muttered. "Nice." "Yeah?" I mumbled. I pushed away from him, stepped back, and turned around, with my legs spread. I carefully pushed down my running shorts, giving Seth a careful show of my ass. Stealing glances back, he was still stroking his shaft. "You want to see me sweat?" I asked him. "Fuck me." "Yeah?" Seth asked me back. "You want this?" The thick ridge of his dickhead was etched into the thin fabric, as he pulled the running shorts tight over his cock. "Hell yeah," I said. I stepped out of my shorts; I was just wearing a pair of sneakers. I was still young enough to pull off college jock, and I made sure that I put it to full effect. "Fucking pound my holes." "Damn. Like one of those soccer jocks in the locker room." "Begging you to fuck him." Seth didn't reply immediately. Instead, he pushed down his shorts, letting his hard fat cock escape. It flopped down slightly; in the daylight, it looked bigger than I remembered. He kicked off the shorts, and then he was naked. Naked and erect, he seemed like a young god, waiting to spread his seed. He grabbed his dick. "You want this, you gotta know. I only bareback." I was bent over, staring at him through my legs. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks apart, exposing my hole to him. "I don't use rubbers. Ever." I ran a finger around my hole. It was slick with Hector's sperm; I thought I could almost feel the last few bits of crystal dissolve into the wetness. "Fuck yeah," Seth said. He was stroking his cock. I turned back to face him, and dropped down to my knees. I was a bit taller than Seth, but I leaned in a bit, and my mouth was precisely level with his cock. "Go ahead," he said. "Get me wet." I opened my mouth, leaned in, and allowed his dickhead to slide into me. "Oh god," Seth moaned, as I flicked my tongue over his cockhead. It was already wet with pre-cum, the uniquely sweet taste of youth and innocence. I remembered when my cum had tasted like that; but finishing college had helped me grow up, and moving in with Jon and JP had replaced my innocence with an impish depravity. I didn't regret the loss. It wasn't even a loss; it was just my life then was different. Seth ran his hand over my head. It was a casual, but intimate touch. He was laying claim to me for at least as long as it took to get off. The crystal made it so easy to give myself up to the blond muscle god. Fuck. And the night before, it was me who was fucking his mouth. He pushed me down on his dick, almost instinctively pressing harder when I choked, and forced me to take another inch of his cock. "Get me wet," he grunted, and pushed still more of his dick into my throat. "Mmmph," I grunted, suddenly aware that I could no longer breath. At least it was not an unfamiliar situation for me; it had barely been an hour since I had serviced Josh. Before I even knew I should gag, I repressed the instinct. Seth noticed. "Fuck, man, massage my dick like that again." He held my head in place and forced the last bit of his dickshaft into my mouth. I couldn't help but gag; a few drops of spit drooled from my mouth. "Damn," he said, noticing my reaction. "Fucking choking on it." I nodded in agreement, swallowing as quickly as I could in order to massage the full length of his cock, and ward off the inevitable choking sensation. But before that happened, Seth pulled his dick almost all the way out. "Yeah," I managed to say, before Seth decided that I had recovered sufficiently. "So, why don't you take it all?" Seth pushed his dick all the way back in. He didn't even give me a chance to fully open my mouth, much less prepare my throat for his thrust and penetration. Despite my lack of preparation, I still managed to take almost all of it. Seth rewarded me with a smile. "Fuck that feels good," he said. I nodded my head. His dick was already buried deep in my throat, and breathing was impossible, much less speaking. I was kneeling down and my lips were wrapped around his shaft. Once more, I was a cocksucker, and I was reveling in the simplicity of the role. All I had to care about was pleasuring Seth. Anything else was secondary. I continued sucking him off, working my way all the way down his shaft, then focusing on his head, then back down to the base. It didn't matter what I did; the young man was horny enough that anything I did elicited a moan of pleasure. Finally, he managed to speak. "I want to fuck you," Seth said, pushing me off his cock. It was a brief shock, to suddenly have no cock in me at all. I stared at the stiff shaft right in front of me, watching it glisten from my spit and his pre-cum. I wanted to suck on it all morning long. But I also wanted him to fuck me with it. "Sure," I said. I stood up, grabbed Seth by the balls, and gently lead him to the kitchen counter. "Just need a bit of lube," I said. "Of course," Seth said. I opened the cabinet. It was the one filled with our meds, vitamins, and supplements. But it also had bottle of poppers. I reached back behind the bottles of Triumeq and found the small brown bottle. I noticed Seth staring at the multiple shelves of pills. "Yeah," I said. "That's what we deal with." "Well, I've got one. And I still have to remember to it," Seth said. "I need to do that this morning." "But there's something you need to do first," I reminded him. The delay was mutually beneficial. I wanted to get fucked by him, and I wanted him to be my poz-brother. It was probably the tina talking, but there was a bond between the two of us. It was more than just the traditional bond of a cocksucker and a dickdonor. It was something deeper, something closer to what I felt for Jon or JP. I felt a bond with him. I wanted him for more than just a fun weekend stealth pozzing. I wanted him to share the full experience of male sexuality with me, even the darkest and most depraved moments. I was familiar enough with the feelings that I knew it was mostly the crystal talking, but I didn't care. His young cock was hard, nestled in my ass crack. "Yeah?" Seth asked. His dick was now pressing up against my hole. He was gently rubbing it back and forth. It wouldn't take much for it to slip into me. "What do I need to do?" "Fuck me," I said. I reached for the bottle of olive oil on the counter, and let a few drops fall from the spout and onto Seth's dickhead. "Wait, is that safe?" Seth asked. "I thought you shouldn't use olive oil." I smiled. He was like a wary puppy dog, constantly checking in and reminding himself that he wasn't putting himself at risk. "It's just not safe for condoms." I made a show of looking around. "I don't see any condoms around here." "I don't want a rubber coming between us," Seth said. "I don't want anything between us," I replied. I poured more of the oil on Seth's dick. He stroked his shaft a few times, making sure it was properly greased up. "Give it to me," I said, as I took a long hit from the poppers. "Hell yeah," Seth said, and pushed his dick up against my hole. The poppers hit, and all I wanted was his dick inside me. My hole stretched open and his dickhead pushed into me. I could barely put up any resistance; I was still recovering from Hector's fucking. "Oh, fuck!" he grunted, as his stiff shaft slid into my hole. I was hungry, and Seth's cock was exactly what I was craving. "OH FUCK," Seth grunted again. "Your hole is fucking swallowing my dick." "OH FUCK," he repeated himself. I knew exactly what his dick was feeling. The heat of a worked-out hole. The wetness of a loaded-up hole. The hunger of a tweaked-out hole. It was his first time, and it was going to be memorable. "That feels so," he trailed off. The words for the feelings didn't really exist in any human language; we were powerless to describe them. "Be quiet," I said. It was better not to try. "Focus on my hole. Focus on fucking it." "Hell yeah," he said. It wasn't really a thought. It was just an acknowledgement that the animal had been unleashed. He pulled out from me suddenly, then before I could even gasp, he slammed back into me. Even though I had just been raped by Hector, I wasn't prepared for the vigor and youthful intensity of Seth's pounding. "Damn, this is nice. Your hole feels so fucking hot." He pulled out, then pushed back into me. Each of the strokes had gotten him a bit deeper in my hole, until now, I felt his balls hit my ass. "So, fucking...fucking...welcoming." It was easy to let myself to relax and to allow him to penetrate me. Even the merest thought of protest had been washed from my mind by the insistent, unrelenting clouds. "And so damn wet," he said. He paused for a second, his dickhead deep in my guts. He pulled out. It was slow and deliberate, and he didn't pause until just the tip was barely in my hole. "Wet," he grunted, then pushed his cock all the way into me. He wrapped a muscular arm around my chest and pressed his head against mine. "Is this how I felt when I was full of cum?" I asked. I clenched my ass around his dick. He had felt Hector's semen. "I dunno," I said. "What does it feel like to you?" "Oh god," Seth said. His dick twitched and dribbled some pre-cum. There was one more man's DNA in my hole. "So many feelings. Dark. Sexy. Dangerous. Exciting. Dirty. Arousing. Depraved. Sleazy." He paused for a second, thrusting his hips against my ass, forcing his cock deeper into me. "Only one feeling. Pleasure." I twisted back, and our lips met. He forced his tongue into my mouth, asserting his control over me. We kissed forever, his cock finding a perfect rhythm to fuck me, and my hole accepting every thrust. With his other hand, he reached around and grabbed the basket of my jock strap. I was surprised enough to break off the kiss. "Yeah," I said, finally answering his question. "Yeah. That's how you feel when you're full of cum." "Goddamn," Seth said. "Fucking like nothing else." "You've never done it before?" I asked. Somehow, I had just assumed Seth had topped raw before. "Once. And it was amazing. But you're, god. astounding. So, fucking wet. So, fucking..." "Hungry?" I asked, as I pushed back on his shaft. "Yeah. Hungry." His hand wrapped around my cock. I had just started to party, and I wasn't yet totally soft. "But?" Seth asked, expecting my long, stiff erection of the previous night. "I'm getting fucked this morning," I said. "That's all you need to focus on." "Fuck yeah," Seth said. "Could fuck this hole every morning," he continued, but I barely heard his words. His cock was deceptive; it looked only slightly thicker but normal. As impossible as it seems, Seth's dick had managed to stretch me out well beyond what Hector's dick had done. I could only think about the dick in my hole. It was massaging my prostate, and the fabric of my jockstrap had gotten wet. The slow leak of pre-cum was now a steady dribble. "Goddamn! Your hole is so fucking wet." He leaned in to kiss me once more. Our bodies pressed against each other; his skin was warm and sweaty. Our tongues explored each other's mouths; I hoped he couldn't taste the cum in my mouth. "How many loads you have in you?" he asked. He pressed his dick into me; I could feel the cum seep around his fat cockhead. "How many men fucked you?" "Only one," I said. "One load." I had swallowed Josh's load. But swallowing didn't count. True sharing was taking a load in my ass. "One man." It seemed like such a small number. I had long ago lost track of the number of men that had cum in me. "Only one?" Seth asked. "Feels like more." "He cums a lot." "Not the first time?" "Not at all." "And was he?" Seth paused for a moment, but his cock remained hard. "You know. Poz." "I didn't ask." Doesn't matter, does it?" Seth slammed his cock deep into me. He dribbled some precum, pulled out, then pushed back into me. "No," he said. "Not these days." "Or for me. Doesn't matter if he's poz or not." Seth pushed into me and let out a gentle moan of satisfaction when I said "poz." His cock also let out some more pre-cum. I had seen hints of it the night before, but now it was achingly clear. The boy was getting turned on by poz talk. "I can take any load I want," I continued. "How long for you?" Seth asked me. I wondered if he remembered asking the same question the night before. He was a bit stoned and had repeated himself several times. "Six years." "And they were the ones?" Seth asked. "Yeah." "You were a bugchaser?" He remembered the night before. I had told him my story. He remembered what I had called myself. "Yeah. What do you think?" He shivered slightly. From his cock, the fear and excitement that bug chasing gave him was easy to feel. He just needed a way to rationalize taking loads; my family would be more than happy to remind him about the failure rates of PrEP. Coupled with his growing distaste for rubbers, it would be just a matter of time before he would be the one dripping cum from random men. "It's kinda exciting. And scary too." "I know. It is. At least you have PrEP." "Was it just Jon and JP?" Seth asked. He hadn't asked about that part last night. "No," I said. "Not at all." "How many?" His dick was dripping. "A lot," I said. "More than I can count." "Fuck," Seth said. His dick was harder than ever, and his breathing had the rapid, shallow cadence that I associated with a man reaching orgasm. "That's so fucking hot." "You want to add your load to my collection?" I asked. Slow and steady. Over the years, I knew it was easier and better for them to say it first. Seth wasn't quite ready. But he was close, and I would help pull him closer to the line. "Fuck yeah," Seth grunted. His hips were slamming against my ass, thrusting his hard cock deep into me. The slightest nudge would send him over the edge and Seth would tumble into complete gratification. "Fucking fill you up." "Breed me," I grunted. It would only be my third load of the day. Under the influence of the tina coursing through my veins, three seemed like only a good start. Seth was pounding my hole hard. Between him and Hector, I was going to be sore the next day. But it would be worth it, because I would have gotten all their loads. "Fill me with your sperm." "Hell, man. You're gonna get." He pulled out, and then, with all the force he could muster, he slammed his cock into me. "Get it all," he continued. His dick stiffened. It was almost a length of additional penetration. "All of it," he grunted. His dick pulsed and then there was the unforgettable feeling of heat and wet in my gut. He was cumming in me. "Give it to me," I grunted, encouraging him to continue. My head was spinning, and his orgasm was the only thing that mattered. I squeezed tight around his shaft. It was critical that I milk Seth dry. I needed to get every drop of seed from him that I could. "Fucking breed me." "Take it," Seth grunted. His hips were bucking since they were no longer under any conscious control. "Fucking take my load." His cock was the only thing that mattered, and he was using my hole for his fullest pleasure, utterly ignoring the impact he had on me or my stretched-out ass. "Goddamn," he exclaimed, as his dick slid slowly back into my hole. He was dribbling out sperm at the same time, so he smeared a thick layer across the full depth of my hole. "Fucking be my spermbank." "Oh fuck," I grunted. My hole was tingling from the new addition; I already knew that just his load would not be enough. Vic would be here shortly; he could give me another load. Plus, Vic's load would be a proper poz load. "Fucking load me up." Vic's cock would be bigger than Seth's, plus he liked his fucks rough and intense. I'd need all the lubrication I could get. "Fill me with your sperm." Seth pulled me tight against him, and he kissed me. I could hardly refuse him; he was still busy unloading his seed into my ass. But the kiss was almost more intimate than the simple, automatic act of fucking. That kiss was something very special; it brought us closer together, beyond just exchanging loads of semen. "Wow," he finally said. "Thanks," he continued. "Thanks?" I asked. "For?" "For taking my dick. For letting me cum in you. For you holding my load and cock, tight in that raw ass of yours." "Of course. And thank you. For pounding my hole. For loading me up with your seed." "Yeah," he said. There was a boyish charm to him, just enough for me to almost read too much into his smile. Still, we kissed again, sharing like two brothers should. "So fucking hot," he said. Our kisses had taken up several minutes, and his dick had gotten a bit soft. He shifted his weight slightly. "Fuck," he grunted, as his dick started to slide out of my ass. "Wait," I moaned, trying to adjust my own posture to keep his dick inside me. Unfortunately, he wasn't quite hard enough and I was overly tweaked enough that his tool fell out of my ass with a wet pop. "Fuck," I grunted. "Your hole. So fucking wet," he said. "So hot. So dirty." "I know. You cumming in me. Breeding me." I noticed I had left a bottle on the counter. It was an old bottle of meds; I opened it and peered in. At the base were several pills, shaped like dicks. I grinned to myself. It was a stash of E I had forgotten about. I shook one out and quickly swallowed it. All Seth saw was me taking one of my HIV-meds. Although, in some way they were. They made it easier for me to spread my disease. "How often?" Seth asked me. "A few pills a day. It's not bad." "A bit like me. It's already one pill a day." "Yeah, it's pretty easy to stick with the routine," I said. "Speaking of which," I continued. "Have you taken yours yet?" "No," Seth said. "But, um, where's my bag?" "The duffle bag?" I asked. Despite Seth just injecting his cum into me, I was still hungry. I had done too much crystal too quickly, and all I could think about was dick. I wanted more dick. I found my phone and started to text Vic again. "Yeah. I thought I left it in here," Seth said. "I took it to the bathroom," I said. But, that was a little ambiguous. There were a lot of bathrooms in the apartment. "Um, where's the bathroom from here? I'm kinda lost." I tapped out a quick message to Vic. "Yeah. It's a bit over the top, I know. Jon did well with a start-up." I stood up and motioned for Seth to come. I read the text over one last time. "I need dick. Your dick." I hit send.

Three loads last night. First two from a buddy I hadn't seen in weeks. Rough sweaty session. Pounded two loads in me and made me cum handsfree doing so. Not an hour later my other buddy with a thick 9.5" (love his dick!). He usually only cums once but takes an hour of constant fucking doing so. Orgasms #2 + 3 for me ? Glad I have the day off today! Tempted to respond to a younger guy asking for a blowjob though...

Horned up on my off day, I decided to post a bbrt ad. A guy I’ve played with before with a nice thick cock replied and I was off to his home around the corner. No real discussion, just me getting on his bed, him lubing up and enjoying my tight hole. He had to be off to work shortly so we played quickly. I felt three to four thrusts inside me and I clenched down on his cock. Now, I’m back home with my plug inside, keeping his seed inside me. I can’t wait til we can play again soon.

7 Chris drifted off to sleep with his legs folded over his head and Jay's body weight rested on top of him. All of sudden Jay's body started to move on top of Chris and woke him up. Chris looked up at Jay's face to see if he was up but Jay didnt open his eyes. But gradually Chris felt a heat rising deep inside of his core and soon it filled his entire inside and leaked out few drops when Chris smelled urine stink and squeezed his hole shut to stop any more leakage. As Chris tried to keep the liquid from leaking out of his hole, he felt his body sucking it deeper into his body. After Jay finished pissing into Chris' hole, his cock started to wake up and get harder. And Jay kept his cock buried deep in the piss filled hole and kept flexing it till it grew rock hard. All of sudden Jay got off Chris's body and yanked his cock out of the piss filled hole and made some piss splash out of the hole onto the floor. Chris tried to get on his feet to move but his legs were weak and he collapsed on the floor on the of the piss spill. Jay walked over to Chris and pushed his head down to the spill on the floor and rubbed it on it. By this time Chris inside was burning with hunger as the chemicals in the piss got absorbed into his blood stream. Chris placed a hand over his hole to stop the leaking and gradually as he absorbed more drugs, he started finger fucking his own hole. Jay was amused the change in Chris and decided to keep on pushing him to limit. Jay kicked and slapped Chris few times and told him he had to take the beating and humiliation if he wanted a cock. Jay had Chris keep on thanking and begging for more pain, humiliation, and cocks.

Sorry guys, too many details I'm trying to remember. Tom was gentle, leading me to the bathroom to make sure that the revulsion didn’t lead to something more explosive. The small little white room was a shock of white towel and bright light that dazed me almost immediately, the disorientation making me subject to a room that almost seemed to turn on its own. The big man however, took charge, urging me first onto the toilet like a child to purge the contents of my stomach while he ran the shower as hot as sin. By the time I was sure I was clean, I leaned between my legs to wipe myself and realized that even this normal act of cleansing was suddenly as stiflingly erotic as the steam in the claustrophobic bathroom. I’m convinced that without Tom’s guiding hand I would have stayed there for a good deal longer making sure my little ass was sparkling clean. Tom’s shower was probably going to be quicker however since I was passed into the sudden torrent of near boiling water and then directed to the shower shot he had hanging there. He asked me if I knew how to use it and then dumbly I acknowledged it and he left me there. The water was a rhythm on my skin that was playing hell with the drugs in my system. The long tube of spurting water, driven into my asshole was almost like being born it felt so wonderful and too, I can’t say how long I sat there rubbing that tiny shooting dildo up inside me over and over again. When Tom returned it was like the approach of some ghost out of the corner of your eye and with a barking laugh, he told me it was time to get out. He rubbed me dry and wrapped me up, hurrying me into the bedroom and under covers, wrapping me in his sheets as the sudden reversal from steaming hot to normal house left me shuddering. This is what most people call the “roll” when it comes to ecstasy, feelings like waves overtake you in troughs and peaks, a light scratch on your balls may feel like silk or a razor blade. And finally, just like that, it was time for him to unwrap his present. With the sheets pulled back he slid the moons of his ass back to my face, squatting over me. The first thing I noticed in my now mindless eagerness to eat his ass was that he was bitter. Not as in badly cleaned or stained, but something different, something that reminded me of the belches I usually got when coming up on ecstasy. I’m guessing that he had, while I was in the shower, added his own pills to the tight orifice I was now sucking at like a whore. It was not the best taste to my already queasy stomach but I lost the focus of nausea at some point and just became an invading muscle inside a ring of muskiness. He kept rocking as I ate his ass, his balls brushing against my forehead, leaving tracer hot paths of sensation and occasionally and impact as he rubbed his hand down his cock. Sometime in the depths of my depravity he finally climbed off of me and moved his body downward, now covered in sweat like mine was the tensile bounce of his cock perhaps hotter than the rest of him. Me? I was soft, my cock retreating like a turtle inside me, the perfect specter of a drug riddled bottom bitch now ready to be fucked. He would find my ass slack and loose from both the shower and the ecstasy, ready for spit shine bit of lube, ready for his cock. My legs went up, the curve of my ankles as his handhold and he ground that invading piece of meat up and down the furry crack of my ass. I blubbered as the head danced over my asshole, the edge almost snagging its way in. “I’m going to come inside you and make you my girl,” was all I got before the inevitable push. His cock was huge and intrusive suddenly, painful, but oh so wonderfully painful as the receptors in my brain fired back and forth between pain and pleasure. Despite my slackness, I swear I even felt a little tear as he pushed in but I could only blame myself for having played so long with the hot water invading my ass. I stood on the brink and crest of this whirlwind my body arching to both better receiving his cock but also to maintain some rigidity in limbs that were suddenly shaking hard from the endorphin dump. I felt a wetness as my body responded, pouring its own lubricant down and around his cock, mucus clinging, mingling and eventually joining with the seed he’d pump inside me. My face too was wet which came as a shock and I reached up, touching my cheeks now wet with tears. I was crying? I was getting fucked hard and my confused body was treating this as some sort of religious experience because it wasn’t sadness I felt, but an overwhelming joy of being an abject whore bottom for this man. I reached up to rub my wet palms on his pecks, attracted to the hardness that I found there as well as the knot hardness of his nipples. His face was agony and ecstasy, he grunted ready to punch his cock through my inner lining and supplant his come in place of my brain. And finally Tom came, dumping with foul grunt deep into my guts, collapsing on top of me with his hard cock still pulsing his seed upwards. I held him, never wanting this psychotic feeling of being an object to ever end and I was disappointed that it must. So when Tom finally rose from my shoulder and playfully bit me on my chin, he asked if I was ready to meet his roommate.

As I hold the bottle of poppers and wish I could just drink this stuff as i feel this Tank guy splitting me with what feels like a baseball bat; but i am finding out fast he is an experert in makeing white guys into his bitch and will do whatever to feel that monster deep in their hole. His cock is ripping me apart and i don't care at this point, i just want this man to fill me with his superior weapon and knowing the others, figure he is going to give me another load of poz seed in what is becoming nothing more that a pussy, cunt , hole for these real men to use for their sexual pleasure no matter what the damage to my body. I am so fucking high from the drugs and poppers; i feel my legs trying to wrap or at least hook behind Tank to let him know I am his and want him deep in me and filling me with is seed, marking me at his property to loan or whore out, i just dont care anymore, or do I; but not right now!!! Tank has now leaned over and is pressing my legs higher and his cock deeper in me and reaffirms that I am a faggot white bitch for his pleasure; he tells me that I am just just keep telling him what a white sissy cunt to black men I am, and i am enjoying doing so. Tank then looks up and says to someone, you want some of this bitch? I lean my head back and see the janitor staning in the doorway jacking his cock, and says he woulld love a crack at some sissy faggot white boy. The janitor moves to where I am laying and asks me what I am? I tell hime with no reservatioins that I am a faggot, a bitch, a cum dump to men , any men, but my heart and soul now belong to black cock and men who know how to make a white bitch a faggot , cocksucking cumdump. the Janitor lines up my mouth and I take him with no more screams or protest, but total acceptance of who I am to these men. I feel his manhood on my tounge as I swirl it around the head and shaft as the janitor is now just telling Tank that he should have come to more of these meetings, but this is the first white boy he has ever seen show up, I renew my efforts on his cock letting him know that my mouth is for his manhood and hopefully I am rewarded with his seed, the janitor does not last long, i can tell he is ready to unleash is spearm into my waiting and willing mouth; he roars and grabs my head telling me to take that nut you white faggot, damn i need to get a bitch like this to use myself; he cum is shooting my mouth and i swallow over and over to show him i am worthy and would not spill a drop. As the janitor starts to go soft i suck him clean of my spit as he removes it from my mouth and I look up and tell him 'thank you sir'. As I lay there on the table with Tank buried in my ass, cunt, whatever at this point, when his phone goes off, he tells the person on the other end to give him 10 min and hangs up; 'give this cunt another dose", without waiting, I lower my arm, now knowing what he meant, and they give me another point hit and in seconds I am flying free and feeling that itch in my hole; now I am just hitting the poppers and begging him to BREED ME, FUCK MY FAGGOT CUNT, please give me your SUPERIOR BLACK SEED!!! I look around the room and see the others standing naked and jacking thier cocks, now I start to ask for another cock in my mouth, I beg, PLEASE someone let me suck your black cocks, I need to taste cum, POZ cum and with that I got one of them to give me his nice size black weapon asking me if i want that Poz shit in my mouth, I don't talk, just start to suck and massage his balls hoping to get a bigger load. as both men are just pumping me at both ends, I all of a sudden hear a gasp and "what the fuck is this, and what the fuck are you doing". The cock in my mouth pulls out and backs up as I sigh at the loss of his manhood using my mouth, tilt my head back and there is my wife Karen, but Tank has not stopped fucking me, slower , but has not stopped. They push Karen up closer and I am not sure if she can see I had been drugged or he staring at this monster of a black man between my spread open legs with his cock buried in my hole. "this is what your doing working late, being a faggot to these guys, i am not good enough?", I look at her and I am conflicted as I tell her it was not my plan, " Honey"; at that word, Tank slams his cock hard in my hole and I look at him and l smile, then back at her; "I am sorry, but I was curious of what it would be like and the next thing I know is; at this point, Tank slams his cock back in me, as I look at him, he tells me, "tell her what you are, NOW",, I look back at my wife and defeated tell her, " I am a faggot, who loves to suck cock now and take cock in my ass; and before i was reminded, "in my mancunt" and I love the dominance they have over me", Tank slams back into me and I just look at him and ask him to "FUCK MY CUNT, MY WHITE CUNT FOR BLACK COCKS", Tank starts to really move in and out of me, as I look back at my wife then back at Tank. As I look back at my wife, she now has a drink in her hand and downing it quite quickly, all I can think of is that before this night is over, we will be both cumdumps for black men. Tank then asks me what I want; YOUR COCK, YOUR SEED, BLACK COCK, I want to feel you flood my faggot cunt with your seed; Tank looks dead in my eyes and says; "What kind of seed"? POZ seed I yell out and beg for you to give me it NOW! Tank roars and lets loose what i can feel his potent poz seed in my hole and my legs are wrapped around his body trying to get more of him in me. As I look over at my wife, she has a fresh drink in her hand and they are walking her into the next room, and closing the door!!

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

2. Bullfrog and Otter Boy Quartermaine’s familiar tattooed dome strode by the high trailer windows. A moment later there was a wrap on his door, and a low, “Get him out of here,” and then Quartermaine was gone. Jeremy, Jeremiah, Bullfrog—let’s stick with Jeremy for now—Jeremy nudged the old dairy farmer who definitely smelled like his livestock. The cot was narrow so they were right up against each other. The farmer continued to snore. Jeremy shook the old man again. “I’m up. I’m up,” said the farmer. He threw his spindly legs over the cot, bare feet on the grungy linoleum. “Up an atom,” the old man said out of habit, mostly to himself, blinking, putting out his hand on the nightstand searching for his glasses. Jeremy, already sitting next to him in threadbare boxers, handed them to him. “Milk the cows or they’ll be hell to pay,” the farmer said smacking his lips, making sure his dentures were still intact. He seemed to have forgotten where he was. He looked around at the trailer, then at Jeremy. “Thanks for stopping by, Shamus,” Jeremy said, getting up and going over to his small coffee maker, pouring himself a cup. He wasn’t going to offer the old farmer any. He needed to make sure he was gone before the camp had officially gotten into the buzz of opening day mode. It was still early enough that no one would be wiser that Shamus had been there all night. “Ya know,” Shamus said pulling up his coveralls, slipping the suspenders over his narrow shoulders, “you remind me of someone.” “Who,” Jeremy asked taking a sip of coffee, singing his upper lip. “My youngest. Bonnie,” the farmer said, tying up his shit-caked work boots. “Okay,” Jeremy said cringing while he felt his lip, “that is so wrong in so many ways I can’t even count.” The old man put a twenty on the nightstand. “She’s not as old as you but has the same round butt that…” “Shamus, zip it. I don’t need to know.” Jeremy was cinching his belt then buttoning the top of his plaid shirt. He put a strawberry-frosted Pop-tart in the toaster, then opened the door for Shamus. Shamus shuffled out, stopped at the door in front of Jeremy, saw that whatever was between them last night had been ushered out with the dawn. The old man’s stubbled face registered sadness, then resignation, as he patted Jeremy’s cheek and descended the trailer’s steep metal stairs clutching firmly to the handrail. Jeremy watched the back of the old man’s red #MAGA cap bob between the carnival trailers. In the morning haze, he watched the red hat pass through the back end of the half-erected carnival rides, through the empty game booths, and finally out the arch into the supermarket parking lot. Few carnies were up yet. He took another cautiously sip of his coffee. The September air was moist, warning of another hot day before autumn broke summer’s hold. The toaster popped, and the intense aroma of strawberries and roasted sugar clung in the air. Better than the cow dung and Old Spice that came with Shamus, he thought. He brought the Pop-tart out with him on the trailer steps and looked at the rising sun through the pink clouds. He tried not to think bad of any of the men that came to see him. They were usually old, married much too young, usually with a kid on the way, and stuck in a marriage that had lasted decades with no end in sight. As he ate the frosted pastry, he got out his ancient iPhone and clicked on the browser to bring up Craig’s list, how he managed to plan his tricks as the carnival went from small town to small town. He was hoping to reconnect with one of the college boys he’d hooked up with last year. It was by accident that he met him, thinking that the guy in the post was lying about his age, saying he had a swimmer’s body, and all the other things men said that turned out to be untrue. The boy turned out to be the real deal, the most gorgeous specimen he’d ever been with. The kid indeed had a swimmer’s body and much more, in anything he’d undersold himself: sandy blond hair, a peach-fuzz mustache, dark blue eyes—how many times did he beat off remembering that face? But the boy also had a monstrous stutter and large gashes on one of his cheeks. But he was also sweet, muscular, a wing-span that didn’t quit, and a bubble butt he could munch on for days. They hadn’t talked much, mostly from the boy’s self-consciousness over his stutter. The oddest thing was he wore a chastity cage, which he was vague, if not right down evasive about. The most he said was that he was into chastity, but it was hard for Jeremy to believe. The entire time the lad had spent in his sling, he’s poor dick was bursting against the metal trap. Jeremy concentrated on his butt in the myriad ways he knew, which was the focus that Ken, Kenneth—something like that—texted him he was interested in when they first made contact. He’d made love to the boy’s butthole alternatingly sweetly then, at times, aggressively. The boy had liked it both ways. There were only a few stops on the year-long carnival schedule he really looked forward to and this town was at the top. He licked the crumbs off his fingers and downed enough now warm coffee to get him through the busy day. He clicked on Craig’s list regional personals. He thought he should plan now since the day the carnival launched in a new town was the busiest it would get except for the tear-down. The tear-down lasted all night, a twenty-two hour day and then a drive to the next town, usually involving plenty of amphetamines provided by Quaretermaine and management. He scanned down to the personals section and found it was gone. He checked out another random region and it was gone there too. It had to be a mistake, some glitch. He wasn’t dependent on turning tricks, but it did help him supplement his living expenses. Without them he’d wind up with the other carnies who were dependent on the measly salary management offered, living in near-destitution in what was infamously called ‘the bunkhouse,’ a converted eighteen wheeler split down the middle, broken up into small spaces which only fit a twin mattress with ten inches of space to spare on each side and a mirrored medicine chest for toiletries next to the door. His life was a steady stream going downhill. There weren’t a lot of job opportunities for ex-felons, but he’d found this one. He’d hit his high when he was thirty years old, working for a start-up wind farm outfit setting up wind turbines all around New England. He was unafraid of heights, having spent summers teaching his little brothers to high-dives off a nearby quarry. Setting up these humongous wind turbines, with blades that stretch a football field in length, there was something meaningful and monumental he was doing, transforming mountaintops, creating renewable energy, powering tens of thousands of houses wherever his company sent him. He made enough money to send back to assist his youngest crazy brother who grew marijuana and lived in a teepee. The dope froze in Vermont’s long winters, but he was happy kid, so there’s that. But for one god-forsaken road trip to Canada to hook-up with a gay couple outside of Montreal, his life could have continued on an upward trajectory. He got up to pee in his miniscule bathroom. He flushed the toilet, washed his face, shaved, then scrutinized himself mercilessly in the mirror. At forty-seven, he’d once been considered attractive, at least his mother had thought so, long, long ago. Unfortunately, so did his father. Even in the midst of middle age, he’d kept slim and still had some of the physique he acquired in the prison weight room. His greying hair kept most of his mousy brown color. His face was slim, gaunt some would say, and had a sharp chin with a big, wide lips. He’d maintained his undetectable positive status ever since he converted, never knowing if it was from sharing needles or unprotected sex, but what did it matter? He caught the bug, but it was under control. There were bags under his eyes this morning from Shamus waking him up all night wanting him to fuck him every which way every couple of hours. He’d finally gotten a straight four hours, from two to six, when Quartermaine had pounded on the side of his trailer. Throughout the day, as usual, he was all professional, worked well with the other carnies and ride operators, the staff at concessions, and all the performers from the Big Top to the Freak Show. Because he wasn’t afraid of heights the Ferris wheel and Hammer ride operators always wanted his help. He made the final electrical connections on the Hammer’s lighting, and still had time to dress his own joint, the ‘knock three dolls down and get a prize’ booth, before the carnival flicked on its lights at exactly three o’clock to begin opening day operations. He brushed out the knockdown dolls’ deceptively long hair and wedged them between the front piece of wood and the hidden backstop that made them next-to-impossible to knock down for some worthless prize that the marks were so eager to get for their girl. But the rubes kept coming and over the last couple of years he’d learned a good bit of patter to keep his joint one of the top money-makers. The couple in Montreal had the usual stupid screen names common for the site he was on: dirtypig4u and VelvetHole. He had their address on his phone with directions; he also had a shit-load of nasty porn on it, which he didn’t really think about as he crossed the Canadian border. He’d just taken a Viagra at a McDonalds down the road as his Subaru pulled up to the first border agent, a young Asian-Canadian woman. She looked bored and asked where he was staying. He said he hadn’t made a reservation but he thought he’d stay in a Montreal hotel. She looked at him suspiciously and told him to pull over to an area at the border patrol offices. He followed her direction and pulled into one of the docks. Two border guards were waiting for him, asking him to get out of his car. They were both nice, respectful, almost apologetic about the delay. The first officer had tattoos covering his arms up to his neck, and the other one was extremely handsome with a close cropped dark head of hair. They were a pleasant distraction until they asked him for any electronic equipment. “Like my phone?” Jeremy asked, a little apprehensive. The handsome one nodded, and he turned over his phone giving him the access code, and warning him that there was porn on it. They asked him to step inside. They then proceeded to tear the car apart end to end. The tattooed agent brought back several bottles of poppers and asked what the bottles contained. He told him the contents, saying feebly that he hoped he’d get lucky. The tattooed guy looked less friendly after that. They were both gone for about an hour leaving him in a benchless waiting area. When they returned they were stone-faced and asked that he follow them. He felt trapped like a mouse in a maze, a maze that had only one path to walk down knowing this wasn’t going to end well. They took him into a windowless room and asked he take off his shoes. He did and the handsome one motioned for him to slide them over to him. He complied as the tattooed agent read him his right and asked if he understood that they were detaining him for suspicion of trafficking in child pornography. His heart stopped. To back up for a second. He’d had a major run-in with the law before stemming from a hunting accident when he was fourteen. Hunting trips with his father always ended up in their two-man pup tent and was always where sexual abuse took place. It had been going on since he could remember and it was never anything he looked forward to. Quite the opposite. He came up with any excuse he could think of to get out of going, but never to any avail. Even his mother put pressure on him to spend some time with his hard-working father who only asked that his oldest son go out the first day of deer season with him. What changed on this particular hunting trip was after his father had finished with him, as he was drifting off after his fourth beer, he started mumbling about how old Jeremiah was getting, and how Jacob, who’d just turn nine, or maybe even better, Jasper, who was six-and-a-half, might enjoy coming with him next year in his place. Jeremy was able to convince the sheriffs, but not his mother, that his father had accidentally taken a bullet to the head as he hid, unseen by Jeremiah, in the brush. It’s possibly she knew what was happening between her husband and son by a million small details but never said a word. She also never said anything to the sheriffs in her home about her suspicions, nothing at the funeral, not a word at the courthouse. Not one word ever. But she never treated him the same after the incident, only found excuse after excuse to keep his younger brothers away from him. She encouraged Jeremy to graduate early, get his electrical engineering certificate his last year in high school, and leave the house the day he graduated. He was not unwelcome in her house, especially around holidays when his brothers begged him to come home, but neither was he especially warmly welcomed. A kiss on the cheek on entering and leaving, a Tupperware of leftovers, but not an inch more of affection than was necessary. So the father-son pornography he’d harvested on his phone was buried deep in his history and his character. The Canadian shrink who interviewed him prior to trial asked him whom in the photos he identified with. He told her the boys, and he argued that he thought none of them were underage. He wasn’t into kiddy porn, he pleaded. But the ages of the kids in the photos were questionable enough, it didn’t matter whom he identified with. Child pornography is child abuse, argued the Canadian Crown Attorney. She wasn’t interested in the psychiatric deposition his attorney tried to put, unsuccessfully, into evidence. So he did his time, labeled a child sexual predator, the lowest of scum in the prison hierarchy, beaten, raped, infected, unemployable once outside, until he found a job at the dime toss booth, turning penny-ante tricks on the side for extra money, sucking off old men who smelled of Brylcreme and Aqua Velva, because they were coming into town for a ‘date’ and having a nice piece of cheap flesh that reminded them of their daughter. He placed the last knockdown doll on the top shelf, secured it in place. He pinched the bridge of his nose feeling a migraine coming on. Now that Craig’s list no longer did personal ads, how long before he took up room in the Bunkhouse? How similar were those eight by twelve foot rooms to the cell he did time in? How much lower could his life go? “Jeremiah was a b-b-bullfrog,” sang a voice behind him. “Hello, B-bullfrog.” Kenworth Paxton. He remembered the name even before turning around. As he spun around, he fretted that he’d aged unrecognizably in the last year, was afraid of being looked at by a creature he remembered being so astonishingly perfect, scarred but perfect in every way. The boy was the same, a little taller maybe, a bit broader in his chest if that were possible, same scars on his cheek, and wet, shoulder-length sandy blond hair, longer than the previous year before. But the length suited him, framed his face, his beautiful imperfectly-perfect face. He came over and leaned on the red lip of his booth, his fingertips just brushing the lad’s. His smile was from ear to ear. He felt an immediate rousing desire in his groin for the young man, but an even stronger desire to just lean there for hours, taking him in. A full year of imagining him and now, here he was, made flesh, even more ideal than what was indelible in his mind. “You look…” Jeremy couldn’t find the words. He noticed drips of water coming off his hair onto his collar. “You look wet,” he laughed. “I c-c-came right after try-tryouts. I’m al-al-alternate goal-goalkeeper this year,” he beamed. “That’s fantastic, man. Congratulations!” Jeremy enthused, clasping his hand, an excuse to hold him, to feel how real he was. He rocked his head acknowledging that he really was here, that he showed up. He didn’t quite know what a goalkeeper was—he guessed soccer—but if the kid was happy, and the smile spread across his face said he was, then so was he. Ecstatically happy. “So how you been?” “G-good,” the young man said, looking at Jeremy hungrily. He looked back at him the same. “So can you come by tonight? Meet me later?” Jeremy’s face clouded for a second, coming down to earth. “Nah, you’ll probably be with all your friends tonight. First night of the carnival and all.” “No. Yeah. I can m-m-meet you,” he said. The kid began to shuffle his feet. “Like is t-t-ten okay?” he blinked hard to spit out his proposition. “Yeah, yeah,” said Jeremy happily. He kept nodding his head practically disbelieving who was before him. The kid was just as happy to see him too, starting to pick up Jeremy’s head bobbing until both of them were bobbing in synch together, very happy to see each other. There was a pause between them, not of awkwardness but a hint at a mutual anticipation for what ten o’clock would hold. “Yeah, ten. Perfect. Here or at my trailer? Yeah, let’s meet at my trailer. You remember which one it is? The green one? Small, has flowers painted under the window?” “Couldn’t forget it,” Kenworth Paxton said. “Best night of my life.” “Best night of your life?” Jeremy noted he hadn’t stuttered. “Best night of my life. That is until tonight, I promise you that.” The kid really seemed to be happy seeing him again. Whenever he allowed himself the luxury of thinking about Kenworth Paxton he figured he’d forgotten him, or got interested in someone else, college flings, but he seemed to have the same connection right now that he had the week he’d been here a year ago. Should he have kept up writing to him? Texting him? That would’ve been presumptuous, weird. The kid was a baby, he was a middle age, part-time hustler who worked as a carnie. What could possibly go wrong? “So, yeah, ten. Okay.” Both their heads were still bobbing. “Bullfrog!” yelled a burly, red plaid shirt-wearing, bearded lumberjack, coming up to Jeremy’s joint. “Hey kid,” he said, noticing their bobbing heads. Then to Jeremy he said, “If I can tear you away, we need you pronto on Big Eli.” “Be right there.” The lumberjack spun on his toe, not before giving the kid another once over, and then headed back to the back lot. “I got to go help with the Ferris wheel...so ten then.” Jeremy wanted to whisk Kenworth Paxton straight back to his trailer and throw his legs in his sling and have at him for the next week straight. Instead, he brushed the boy’s knuckles, and hollered over to Ronnette, his neighbor with a dart throwing booth, if she’s keep an eye out on his junk. She said sure and wiggled her arched brows. He always used the gate at the back of his booth to get out, but today he spontaneously hopped over the booth’s lip next to Kenworth Paxton, to smell him, to size him up. He put his hands on the kid’s shoulder and gave him a tight, quick squeeze. He didn’t care who saw. He cocked a thumb at the rides. “Gotta go,” he said transfixed, not moving. Kenworth Paxton smiled once more, and Jeremy ripped himself away from the spot, and headed to the back lot with a grin he wouldn’t shake the rest of the day. As he stood at the top of Big Eli replacing the Ferris wheel’s burned out neon light, seventy feet in the air, both feet solidly anchored between two beams, overlooking the small town below, the college off in the distance, the green forest hills beyond, standing atop his entire world, nothing, no one remotely as high as him at that moment, he wondered if the kid was still committed to that damn little chastity cage? And if so, how was he going to get it off him? *** Marlon Reznor swaggered down the sidewalk leading the pack. House, that is, Trent van der Haus and Steve Reynolds, head bent under his hoodies, still texting, walked side by side, but not talking. Tommy Derkheim was the only one chirping away behind them all, asking his teammates what they want to do first at the carnival. He thought the Hammer ride should be their first stop, and then maybe the freak show. He was really just excited they’d invited him along. “Freak show,” Steve Reynolds mumbled under his hoodie. House nodded his large head in agreement. Raznor cut through one group of geeky boys and then another group of girls coming back from the fair, giggling, eating cotton candy, one girl’s hair exactly matching its pink color. Raznor stroked his chin fuzz, looked back at Tommy and the diamond their quartet made slicing down the sidewalk. “House of mirrors first,” he said taking out a joint, to which House and Reynolds nodded and Tommy shrugged happily. They finished the joint as they walked through the fair’s archway, passing Dr. Moreau’s House of Curiosities, i.e., the freak show, just as a woman in a flesh-colored bathing suit adorned with shiny dangling bangles, and draped with an albino boa constrictor, was leaving the small stage in front of the tent and a scaly lizard-man was climbing onto it. The bald barker, a large man with a blue tattooed scalp that had a dome of stars and constellations from his chin to the back of his neck etched on his face and head, was in the middle of his patter. “Some applause for the beautiful Misty Morning and her serpent Houdini, who can get into and out of the tightest of places. The girl your friends and neighbors are talking about, with an act with which they can only whisper. Man oh man, she’s got all the things a girl should have, and she’s gonna shake ‘em loose like a bucket of juice!” Misty shook her ample butt with all her bangles jangling before disappearing behind the tent flap. “And Larry the Lizard Man, who suffers the persecution of unjust inequity a man or lizard could endure.” Larry, in a large pair of trousers with a cutout accommodating his large reptilian tail, sat on a stool and stared at Tommy. His split tongue slithered out as it darted out over a mouth that stretched from wide across his jaw. His black diamond-shaped pupils unnerved Tommy and Tommy tugged at Raznor’s shirt wanting to go. “Looks like Lizard Man like our Otter Boy,” Raznor taunted his small teammate. ‘Otter’ was the name the team called him, a name that followed him from his family, where anytime he was in water he was in bliss, a small otter who flipped and spun off diving boards effortlessly, gracefully, playfully, sometimes recklessly in the chances he’d take on a dive. Third string on the water polo team last year, but who’d won enough first and second places at last year’s diving competitions, that he was wholly embraced by the team. Otter was the man! “C’mon, Raz. He gives me the creeps,” Tommy said, trying to act casual but his reedy voice betrayed real distress beneath his plea. Steve Reynolds held his phone aloft and snapped a photo of him and Tommy with the lizard man in the background. Reynolds scrutinized himself in the pic, decided it was good enough to post, clicked share, saying, “I googled it and these freak show lizard-men mostly suffer from extreme ichthyosis. Probably has some body mods like that split tongue. I think we should do the show, maybe introduce Otter to him.” “No,” Tommy begged, pulling on House’s shirt, the only one who never teased him. House made a face of disdain at Reynolds, and led the way to the House of Mirrors. He pulled out a second joint, lit it up and passed it around as they took a circuitous route through a bunch of trailers to get to a ticket booth. House collected money from each of them, and at the House of Mirrors, handed over the tickets to the fun house attendant. A very stoned Reznor, Reynolds, House, and Tommy filed in. Reznor immediately ditched them, whipping around some glass to get away from the group. As the remaining trio wound through the maze, Reznor snuck up on Tommy and jumped him, making Tommy scream and fall into House. Reynolds broke off and went his own way, House went another, and soon the four of them were exploring confusing corridors of reflections and glass partitions alone, laughing and jumping on each other when they reconnected. Sometimes they found each other with a touch, but more often they thought one of them was at an arm’s distance away only to find themselves bumping into glass. At the center was a black room of warped mirrors that made the foursome look lean and tall as giants, others that made them look like dwarves with tiny legs. Tommy and the others laughed at their reflections, knocking each other around the black room, pointing in the mirrors, taking overhead picture on their phones, seeing who could make the most warped photo. Raznor got bored and headed out, then House followed, Reynolds took a third path leaving Tommy behind only for a second. An unseen hand swiveled a pane of glass, cutting Tommy off from his friends. He followed this new path into the back of the ride and watched his teammates in the distance, cutoff first by two rows of glass, then three, then he didn’t see them anymore. He met his reflection, then his reflection’s reflection, then himself reflected until he was surrounded by an army of Tommys, saw himself in every direction and saw nothing but himself. “Guys!” he said loudly as he stumbled through the glass and mirrors. “Guys!” he shouted. He heard the other boy’s laughter dying away, replaced by music from the carousel. There was mist at his feet. Gas climbed slowly up the glass. He coughed and started to feel dizzy and a little faint. He ran through the maze quicker, looking for a way out, looking for some shred of the outside world, but all he saw was more glass, more dead ends, more of himself. He stretched out his hand which pressed against his reflection. His knees buckled under him and he fell. His head pressed against the glass. His cheek ran down a sheet of glass, squeaked the pitch of straining flesh against a slick surface. The oils of his face left a trail of grease as he slid lower, legs tucking lazily under him, head going forward until it hit the House of Mirrors’ floor. Then he fell into a woozy blackness. Barely conscious, he heard the faint music of the carousel, felt hands picked him up, carried him off. A false back wall creaked open, and he disappeared from sight. Hands undressed him as he hung like a limp dolls, placing him in a suit that was much too tight. Someone or something touched his exposed butthole. His butt filled with something cold and wet. Whatever it was soon enveloped him in a warm blanket, made him feel dreamy floating in a dark semi-consciousness, made him acutely aware of his body and of the hard metal cage that locked away his maleness. Tommy came out of a haze feeling exposed, exceedingly relaxed and even more horney. Part of his brain said he should panic, but overall he felt himself drifting somewhere between wakefulness and dozing in twilight. He rested on a padded red leather tabletop, his ass riding slightly higher than his shoulders as he laid crumped on his left arm. Around the red table was a gold rail. To the rail, his wrists and ankles were secured. His skin felt strange, alien, oddly furry. It felt like most of his body was in a tight fitting diving suit. Looking at his arms and back at his legs he saw this suit had a light fur glued to the suit’s skin. His chest, abdomen, and genitals were all him, however, and they rubbed sensually against the red leather. His dick and balls though still were captured inside their metal cage. He looked around. The room was octagonal, all eight sides mirrored. Between each mirrored pane stood a panel of fluorescent lights. Presently, the white tubes flickered on making the small enclosure extremely bright to the point of being almost blinding. Seven of the eight mirrored panes had slot removed at head height, and within the gaps, seven sets of eyes watched him studiously, anonymously. The eighth mirror directly in front of him swerved open and the barker from the freak show, the one with the blue tattooed head of stars, came in and, with a black gloved hand, closed the mirror behind him. The barker addressed the anonymous onlookers behind the mirrors. “Behold, our newest creature, captured for your investigation into nature’s oddities, gentleman. A boy of quality, to be sure. Note his blond fur, the extra vertebrae at his tailbone sporting his diminutive tail. Don’t let his blond coat of young fur mislead you, for he is a special marvel, a naturally born hairy Otter Boy, a small but wild animal which is why we must constrain him to this table. He is the Otter Boy for which you’ve paid to scrutinize. And study every part of him you shall.” It was then that Tommy saw the purpose of the suit he was in. He saw himself in the mirrors in a fur suit that made him look like the water creature, his nickname cruelly turned on himself, the Otter Boy the barker assured the audience he actually was. He tugged at his bindings and found he was not completely immobile but tightly constricted in how much he could move. He tried to speak but found his mouth had a small mask over it, which, when he looked in one of the mirrors, saw they had given him an otter-like muzzle. He blinked at his reflection and recognized the absurdity, the phoniness of the ruse, and how little it seemed to matter. He would have panicked but for the underlying calm his body felt and the stroking the barker was applying to his butt and caged genitals. “Note, too, gentlemen,” continued the barker, “how his sex has been cruelly bound. This must be, because in captivity, kept in his cage, being a young male, all he would do when first captured was to play naughtily with himself day and night. But tonight, for his pleasure and yours, we will unbind the young animal and let him play as I know he will for whomever comes forward with a slight extra token of coin and a deep-seated need to satisfy his curiosity.” A lubed forefinger, cracked and callused, entered his hole causing Tommy to wince. It withdrew and he felt the barker fiddling with the chastity cage’s lock. With a click his cock and balls hung loose. Immediately they were lubed, and were drawn down, massaged, blood squeezed into them making them flush, then beginning, through constant stimulation, to harden. What should have been acute humiliation, so publically on display, was instead erotic, in fact, intoxicating. Tommy couldn’t explain it even to himself. He was a virgin, no male or female had been drawn to him, or he to another. He was cute, undeniably, but shy, reluctant to show any attachment when it came to anyone outside his family. Now after one year spent with his teammates, he was finally opening up to them, though not about his sexuality. This act, this pulling on his hardening phallus, was the first time he’d ever had anyone put a finger or fist on his genitals. He wanted the callused finger inside him again. He didn’t have to wait long. “You will see, gentlemen, our initially reluctant creature is eager to participate. The Otter Boy is a playful pup. Note how quickly he is engorged.” Indeed, Tommy was hard as steel with only a few seconds of stimulation, could easily shoot his wad were the barker not easing up masturbating him. “You will witness for the first time the Otter Boy submitting to penetration.” The barker held up a bulbous glass nob that sparkled in the lights. He poured a thick gelatinous liquid over the rod and some over Tommy’s upturned hole. The viscous liquid was cold and made his hole tweeze shut, only to be stroked by the bulbous rod rubbing up and down his crack. He couldn’t help himself and pushed his butt to receive the rod, and the barker obliged, allowing only a small portion of the instrument to glide smoothly in his hole. It gave him satisfaction beyond his imagination. The glass bulb spread him open to the possibility of something foreign taking over his body, forcing him to open up whether he was willing or not. The barker steadied Tommy’s torso, placing his warm callused palm on the small of his back, and pushed the grass rod in a few more inches. There was something at work in his body that was pushing him to be lewd, to want the whole of the object to be inside him. The barker pulled the object out, showed it to the audience of eyes, demonstrating the length that would soon travel inside the boy. It was not going to be a short journey either. Tommy felt the instrument smoothly spreading open his hole, stretching his tender ass lips, lips that had never had anything touch them in this manner. There was something, however, this time different in the slickness, like a fine sand had been added to the lubricant, something rough and burning just a bit. He looked back and saw the barker surreptitiously sprinkle a white powder on the glass rod. The deeper it went the more it burned. He squeezed his hole to try to block any further penetration but he was in no position to resist, and the bulb stretched his hole open to its widest spot, the skin of his rectum spread so wide the powder came in contact with his whole rectum and made his entire insides light on fire, and like that, snap!, the bulb was in. He had an entire new feeling about the invader. He loved it! He squeezed it to make it go in deeper. He flexed his butt muscles to provoke it to penetrate him as much as possible. The barker took note, raising a hand above the boy’s gyrating bottom, illustrating the transformation from human to unthinking animal. The circle of eyes started bouncing within the slots, eyes squinted, pupils became pinpricks of pleasure within their private booths. The barker returned to stroking the boy’s erection causing Tommy to further pleasure himself, writhing, rutting his pelvis, grinding it into the barker’s fist. “And now,” the barker announced with both of his hands in the air, the white lights turning to green and blue, “the moment you’ve been waiting for, the reason you’ve paid your admission to witness the taboo scene of carnal pleasure, what you were promised and will not see anywhere else, see here with your own two eyes. I give you the forbidden lust between the Lizard Man and the Otter Boy!” In the aquatic light the mirror in front of Tommy swiveled open and the Lizard Man entered with a long scaly erection, split down the middle into two penises. The barker withdrew the glass rod and stepped back into the shadows, while the Lizard Man, his tail dragging along behind him, circled Tommy. Tommy’s eyes were wide and frightened. He knew this was just a man, but the disguise and the drug that was emanating inside his hole, was playing with his mind. He thought the man had contacts to make his pupils into vertical slits but they looked real enough, especially as they expanded and contracted as he came closer to him. The man’s tongue definitely was split as was his dick, and he made the most out of his tongue slithering it in and out of his extremely wide mouth. The man’s thin lips were chapped which only made him appear to have scales entirely over his face right down to the insides of mouth. That serpent tongue entered his ear and made a gushing sound that drowned out his own panicking cries. “Relax,” whispered Larry, the Lizard Man, “It’s just a show for the rubes.” The Lizard Man walked around Tommy’s face, jiggling his spit cocks, going to his other ear, whispering, “It’s a suit just like yours. Act like you’re scared.” Tommy didn’t need to act, he was out-of-his-mind frightened and abhorred at the repulsive creature. The Lizard Man disappeared, but soon he felt a tongue flutter at his butthole. Then the tongue entered him and as revolted as he was knowing the man was eating his hole, his body reacted to the pleasure that he felt. Without wanting to, he nonetheless pushed out his spongy lips so the lizard tongue could go in deep. And deep it did, fluttering and weaving, a rapid in-out, over and over, following the maze that was his colon. How deep could that tongue go? He turned his head but only saw the hideous reptilian snout of the man pressed up to his butt, but he could feel him traveling obscenely fast and unbelievably deep into his yawning cavern. Nothing had prepared him for this kind of invasion that was at once a violation of his body but also as gratifying as itching a scratched non-stop. He shuddered on his hands and knees, wanting the Lizard Man to end this exquisite torture, but feared if it ended, what would happen next. And it did stop, and this happened next: Tommy felt two small hard penises pushing at his hole. The barker spoke softly, while the Lizard Man worked his dicks into Tommy. “As any biologist will tell you, male mammals have only one phallus, which they theorize is due to the fact that embryonically it comes as an extension of the tail or in humans from the tailbone.” With a pop, the Lizard Man’s cocks slithered into his hole, the man’s claws on either side of his butt cheeks pulling Tommy back further onto them. “These same biologists will tell you reptiles, lizards and snakes alike are born with two penises that emanate not from a tail but vestiges of legs. Imagine, gentlemen, double your pleasure, double your fun. Observe the pleasure in the Otter Boy’s face.” Tommy couldn’t believe how much the two dicks were hurting him. One would have been intense enough, but both, were it not for the mask-muzzle over his mouth, he would be screaming for the Lizard Man to stop. The man kept pulling him back deeper on them and he tried to get away, but this tug-of-war only caused the man’s erections to swell harder, putting more pressure on stretching Tommy’s hole wider. And then there was the underlying, but growing, sense of pleasure Tommy was deriving from the penetration. Mix that with the white powder the barker had slid into him, mix that with the humiliation of being ravaged in front of an anonymous public—it made Tommy shake his head in a crazed way that made the onlookers think he was madly enjoying being fucked by this scaly monster. The creature picked up its pace and Tommy instinctively impaled himself harder as he lost himself to the lust of the moment. He flung his ass back wildly trying to take even more of the Lizard Man’s dicks. The split dicks, the hard they got, the more they separated away from each other, the wider Tommy’s hole got spread. He heard a loud hissing behind him and a tongue that was whipping against his neck, then his hole got sprayed with jism that ran down his balls, dripped over his legs, and spontaneously, without touching himself, he came on the table, white spew pooling on the red leather. Larry pulled out, patted Tommy on the head and before exiting the chamber hissed in his ear, “Good show, mate.” “Now, gentlemen, who among you will come forward with an extra coin and a deep-seated need to satisfy his curiosity—who will be next?” One by one, out stepped a local store owner, the town librarian, a bespectacled college professor, a slick-hair barber, a old pharmacist, a greasy auto mechanic, and finally Coach Brandon, all taking turns coming out of their booth and pleasuring themselves inside the Otter Boy, while the Otter Boy pulled on his liberated dick and satisfied himself, time after time, man after man, with his furry paws.

I posted an ad as an anon college cumdump for Daddies three hours ago. The first Daddy didn't even ask me if I wanted a condom, just pushed it right in! I begged him for is load, and after just a minute or so he dumped in me. It was so much it almost instantly started running down my leg. He spanked me a bit and played with my hole before taking off. Then, just half an hour ago, a second daddy came. He was really turned on that he was getting sloppy seconds. He had a really thick cock that stretched me out. He pushed me all the way to the floor when he started to cum, and then he left his cock in me for a long time while his cum soaked in. After he left, he send me this picture of his raw cock in me! He also took videos and sent those to me. Guess I'm internet famous now!

So this is it. I've admitted to myself that I am a bareback cheater. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband, but I need more sex then he can give me. And I'm getting it. It all started about four years ago when I downloaded Grindr and other apps looking for random hook ups. I met a few guys on one or another of those sites and all of the guys fucked me safe and I enjoyed it. Then I met another guy who has the biggest cock I've ever had. We were fucking for about two years behind my partner's back. It was amazing. After creating a dirty twitter account and joining BBRT and even going to saunas I decided that I wanted this guy's raw cock in my ass. The first time I took it raw from him I had him come to my home, where he fucked me in the bed I share with my partner. Just before he blew, he asked "Are you sure you want my cum deep in your hole?" Yeah, I did. For another two years or so he was my regular fuck buddy and I always took his load raw deep in my hole, but sadly, he broke the news that he was moving to Scotland. So of course we hooked up one last time. He fucked me like mad. Then, even though he was a professed 'Total Top', he announced he wanted my load in his ass. So I wanked my cock, and just before I blew, I slid my cock into his extremely tight hole, flooding him with my load. When I pulled my cock out there was a trace of blood but nothing to worry about. Sadly he's gone now and I don't have a regular fuck buddy, but there is a guy I get together with on average about once every six months, and I let him breed me. He doesn't know I'm married and he breeds me where ever we are: public toilets, his house, fields and once even in the changing room for a public swimming pool. But for now I just enjoy taking loads from guys, although I hope my partner doesn't find out. He knows I have a dirty twitter account but has never said anything to me. Still, I know were I was single I'd be taking every raw cock offered to me.

My last fucking boyfriend is an asshole and used to deny sex to me. It was only when he wanted it. I need it every day so stop at the bookstore, park or wherever I can get a load. He had no clue that I've been cheating on him for years. Most of the time he fucked me with loads from the bookstore in my hole. He would get off on me cleaning the leftover cum off his 9" uncut cock. He is the kind of sleeper that never wakes up, so I have had tricks in the house fucking my brains out or pissing down my throat and he never knows. If a trick is into it, I love getting fucked in the bedroom while he's in bed sleeping. Little does he know my legs are up in the air wrapped around some grandpa, daddy, kid or whoever is shooting their cum into my asshole. His best friend and his boyfriend have both used my holes in front of him while he's sleeping. I took a job in another state so that was the end of that, but I loved cheating on that cocky bastard. For me, there's nothing like having sex with a cheater. Knowing I'm sucking or getting fucked by a guy with a wedding ring on or some guy that can't get anything from his boyfriend and knows he can stop by my place for servicing and to dump a load of cum or piss into my body and whatever perved out kink he wants to get into. I've now got a few regular straight guys that come over for servicing and they think I'm the only one I let fuck me bareback. One older guy who is a realtor comes over and brings a trick with him he picked up at the park or bookstore. He gets off on watching them fuck me and sitting on my face while I rim his hole. Another guy who is a fireman comes by before he goes home to the wifey for a quick blowjob and asslicking. I fucking love going down on his fat, uncut German cock. My best though is the computer nerd that no one would give a second look to. He answered an ad I put on craigslist. Tall, scruffy beard, greying hair...but when he pulled down his pants out flopped a 10" uncut cock with a red bush. He climbs on my chest and fucks that thing all the way down my throat so that when he cums I don't even taste it. I just naturally swallow all that fucking batter right down. I just got him into barebacking me and he is the type that can't believe some fuckhole like myself will clean off his extra cum from his cock after he's shot. He's really quiet but I'll do anything to get that load from him and turn him into the fucking kinkster he wants to be. Next up, I'm working on him pissing down my throat. There's nothing for me that I like better knowing that I have made a cock feel so good that they have shot in my asshole or down my throat or let them urinate wherever they wanted on or in me. Ever since my 18th birthday when I told my parents I was going out with friends after dinner, but in reality hung out at the local bookstore til it closed at 2 a.m. getting fucked by any old man or guy that wanted to use my body and then cruising behind it and getting used behind a dumpster til 4 a.m. I've never looked back. Thousands of cocks have entered my body and I don't plan on stopping anytime soon. Fuck I love sex and being used for the fuckhole I am.

Mack is one hell of a hot, sexy man. But Steve Hurley a.k.a. Titpig has long been my absolute favorite pornstar (though I don't think he's been in anything in a while). Proof that the best men only get better with age. I'm glad he's embraced his looks as he's aged. Too many gay men try so desperately to chase after their youthful looks. It just gets pathetic. Not so with this man. I've never met him, but have had a crush on him for decades now. And back in the day...