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Paybacks a Bitch (so is my Brother) Part 2 I heard moans from Tyson as I began to easy his virgin ass. As I began to when my tongue in deeper I reached for the Tina shards I had stashed just under the couch. I knew he might be resistant when I opened to slide my finger inside him to press on his prostate. I knew once I had that under my finger he’d feel the pleasure it would provide and allow me to slip in a nice shard of Tina. As I continued licking his ass I would brush my thumb across his hole several times to test if he was ready for me to penetrate him with my finger. After I brushed over his hole for the sixth time I decided ready or not Tyson was getting penetrated. I pushed my index finger into Tyson at which he first yelled out, “What the fuck are you doing?” I answered with, “Getting you hard bro.” I pushed in far enough to start rubbing his prostate causing him to change his tune suddenly hearing him moan and say “Oh fuck.” I worked my finger around before slipping in a savings finger along with a nice size shard or Tina. Tyson’s cock was kind of responding to the prostate stimulation, but with the Tina I was shoving into his ass I was sure it would keep him soft. Tyson made a quick comment about the burn from the Tina just pushed into his ass. As I felt it melt I readied another shard as I worked the two fingers currently inside my bro. Tyson was moaning like the bitch I was turning him into. I pushed a third finger ambit with two shards of Tina into his ass. I knew the Tina as not only going to give him a good case of Tina dick while making his hole very hungry. I continued to work his hole with my fingers as he continued to moan and his dick began to soften as I sucked it. As I worked the two shards of Tina into the walls of Tyson’s ass I could feel a change occurring in his ass, I felt his hole trying to sucking my fingers in deeper. I knew that he was ready for my 8.5” cock that was stuck hard. I had freed it from my shorts when I first pushed my index finger inside him. And as my three fingers teased him with the Tina and G clouding his thoughts I was getting it lubed up and ready to fuck him. It was time, I pulled my fingers from within Tyson eliciting a moan of disappointment and a request I had hoped for, “Damn bro, or your fingers back in my ass. That felt so damn good.” I didn’t say a word at first as I stood up between Tyson's legs, pushing his legs back as my cock lined up with his hungry hole. I spoke to him as the tip of my cock teased his hole, “I’ve got something I know you’re going enjoy much better.” I then pushed forward forcing my cock inside my brother’s straight ass. I expected some resistance or complaints from my new bottom bitch of a brother, but instead he moaned. The look on his face told me that he was conflicted between the pleasure my cock was giving him and the thought that he was getting fucked. It too me 5 strokes before I was balls deep. After a few minutes of my fucking him I paused and held still deep inside Tyson. I pulled out my well packed Tina pipe, lit my torch heating the bowl and sucking in the white smoke. I took 3 good hits as my brother looked up at me while I took a 4th hit which I intended to shotgun to Tyson. I leaned down placing my mouth over my brother's mouth and as I felt him to start to inhale I released the simple from my lungs. Tyson easily sucked in most of the smoke I released. The shotgun turned into a kiss that Tyson seemed to resist at first but as the Tina continued to take over his mind he began to kiss back. I resumed fucking my Tyson as I continued to smoke from my pipe and shotgun the smoke to, a now very willing, Tyson. My brother continued to kiss me along with taking the Tina I was giving him. The other thing he didn't know here was getting from me was my un medicated HIV. It dick was spewing forth a steady stream of my pre cum and soon he'd get a huge load of my dirty, poz cum. I planned to give him my first load without him knowing was going to be easy. When I smoke Tina I tend to have multiple orgasms and I was about to have the first of many. I felt my cock swell, could feel my balls pulled tight and then filled Tyson’s ass when a months worth of cum.

Paybacks a Bitch (so is my Brother) Part 1 This is all about Tyson, my straight of a jock younger brother who turned 18 the summer before his senior year in high school. My parents held him back a year since he demonstrated exceptional athletic skills paying Pop Warner. It paid off for him when he became the starting QB in the middle of the season during his sophomore year. For me it reminded my father that his other son was a ‘flaming fag'. I never blamed my brother for any of the animosity I received from my father. It was Tyson’s cockiness that pissed me off the most. While I was being abused by his fellow jocks Tyson was fucking any girl he wanted. I can’t really call what the jocks did to be as abuse, I sucked a good number of jock cock and took a few you the ass. The one time I will never forget was the end of my senior year (the same year my brother became the starting quarterback). This one senior jock I regularly ‘serviced’ had me over his place for what I thought was going to be our typical I suck him, he fucks me. What ended up happening was they I sucked off and was fucked by a dozen football players including my brother. It didn’t bother me (that much) that sucked off my brother after he fucked me. What buttered me was the fact that after that night he thought he had an open invitation on my ass and mouth. For the last few weeks of the year he'd walk into my bedroom and without saying a word force his cock down my throat or force me face down and mount my ass. I endured the humiliation of all this for one reason, actually two reasons. The first reason was that my brother (along with every guy who fucked me that night) shot their wad of cum I my ass and/or down my throat. The second reason was that my had a decent cock that was nearly as big as my 8” and be wasn’t that bad with it either. Tyson did this to me 2 or 3 times a week, but now it was payback time!! First thing I needed to perform ‘coitus intruptus’ and mess up his plans with his girlfriend. I knew when he Tyson was giving my parents a ride to the airport. I figured I’d arrive at the house right after they left allowing me time to set everything up. One thing you need to know about my brother is that be drinks Gatorade, a lot of Gatorade. The first thing I needed to do was replace his Gatorade with one’s I prepare special. The preparation is simple, some Gatorade has a slightly (let’s just say) salty taste to it adding some Tina, Tina piss and GHB wouldn't be easily be overlooked if you didn’t know the taste. I used some concentrated citrus flavoring to help hide the chems Tyson would be unknowingly consuming. Once he was horny and loosened up I'd make my move. He was surprised as all fuck when he walked in and saw me sitting there watching porn on my laptop. As I watched him grab a bottle of Gatorade from the fridge and star to drink he asked, “What the fuck are you doing here Steph?” I told him, “My apartment is getting bug bombed this weekend. I figured if crash here since mom and dad left on there 2 week trip.” I saw a slight look of disappointment in Tyson's eyes as he continued to guzzle the Gatorade when he replied, “I guess you can crash here as long as you don’t fuck up my plans.” For a second I thought I’d reply with ‘You having your jock buddies over for a circle jerk?’ and actually responded with, “You having over some girl to play house with?” As Tyson finished of the 32 ounces bottle he answered with, “You know it.” I let him know, “I promise I won’t interfere with you getting fucked.” Of course I my promise didn’t indicate which type of fucking he’d be getting. He didn’t waste a lot of time as he grabbed another bottle of Gatorade. I knew the Tina I it would make him thirsty and he liked diving Gatorade to satisfy his thirst. I should see that the chems were starting to kick in as he rubbed his crotch looking at me sitting there in just a pair of shorts. It didn’t take long after that when he approached me, pushed my laptop aside, grabbed me behind my neck and pulled my head into his cock. I pushed him so he was sitting on the couch, pulled his basketball shorts of with his boxer briefs and telling him before I started sucking his chemmed up cock, “Bro, you don’t have to be so forceful, just ask.” I sucked his cock like normal, but he wasn't getting hard as he expected. He was still working on his third bottle of my specially mixed Gatorade and I figured the chems were doing their ‘magic’ on his dick. I could sense he was getting frustrated with his ‘impotence’ I told him, “I have a sure way to get a dick hard.” Of course it was my dick that was getting hard at the thought of what I was about to go to Tyson. I pushed his legs up as I began to lick his balls working down towards his virgin hole. When I licked his taint a couple times he squirmed a bit with a quiet moan escaping his closed mouth. Knowing I was at the line it was time to cross it and go for broke. I knew when these two weeks were over Tyson would be changed forever. Did I really want to turn my straight brother into a Tina addicted HIV positive, cum craving, cock hungry bottom? I answered this internal question when I began eating his ass.

So before I begin with this story I just want to point out a few things….first this is totally a work of fiction and second I hope that no one and I mean NO ONE would ever try this as this would be kidnapping and more than likely a felony which would land your ass in jail for a while. Also I hope its twisted for you guys very twisted…..also its going to be kind of nerdy but oh well. So I’m a technology person and I have been working on a project where we can brainwash people using VR technology. Like the goggles for your cell phone for example. Well I wrote this hypothetical scenario where gay porn could be used over and over to influence someone who identifies as straight and program them to be gay…not just gay but a total sex fiend. So the idea goes as follows…VR Hypnosis (Along with mind altering substances) is essentially self brainwashing. Granted it’s not like you’ll instantly turn into a slut and start sucking cocks… butt if that idea excites you… if you listen to it on repeat and have it flashed in your face for hours, weeks, and months on end… you might just end up doing that. So there are three things here which are needed to make this work. A pharmacopeia of psychotropics, a good set of VR goggles and a good video. So the video and VR goggles are the easy part. Amazon and porn hub. So when searching porn hub I found a user whi had posted 2 videos which showed great promise. RainbowRhomb (https://www.pornhub.com/users/rainbowrhomb/videos/public). He has 2 videos up titled Topify and Slutify. And as you watch and listen you see that there are subliminal messaging over and over talking about breeding and taking loads over and over all while hitting poppers. Really kind of the thing which fits the needs of the protocol. So I wanted to see if I could brain wash a straight guy into being a bottom slut. So I have good friend of mine who is a doctor and into a lot of stuff like this. I called him on a Friday night and we went out to a local club. We were hanging out there watching all of these college guys just drinking and trying to get laid by equally as drunk college girls. Sitting there I saw a candidate. He looked to be about 22 white 6 foot 210 built and fuzzy. So I made a move when he was walking by me…I stood up and bumped into him and spilled his drink. Man was he pissed. I calmed him down and offered to get him another drink. He said to me cool and started talking. “Hi my name is George.” “Matt I said and this is my friend Luke….how about a double shot of Makers Mark to say sorry?” “Sure.” He said as I ordered the drink and dropped a ruffie into it when he wasn’t looking. The thing about hard liquor is that it will dissolve and transport the ruffie across the stomach membrane very quickly…which it did. As I sat there George started to sway and lost his balance. “you need some air?” I said as I started to walk him outside and my friend Luke paid the bill. We put him into the car and then drove to my house. We walked him into the basement placed him naked and restrained into the sling and put the VR goggles on his head and earphones on his ears. Then the poppers were placed under his as the video started to play and he woke up and you could tell he was disgusted by what he was seeing. But you could also see that the poppers were starting to take hold of his mind. Luke then said that we need to start to break his will and then gave him some X. we waited the 90 minutes for it to fully onset and then you could see all the will in Georges face fade away he was starting to crack. The poppers affecting his pleasure center and the molly starting to decrease his fear, anxiety, and insecurities. In short he was starting to buy the idea of being a bottom slut. This is when I grabbed a bottle of lube and started to touch him. he froze for a moment as the new feelings were starting to hit him. caressing his inner thigh almost to his ass. Then onto his taint while his cock was starting to get large very large…that’s when Luke gave him another really large hit of poppers and then I rammed a finger up his ass. He yelled out at the intrusion then slowly started to get into it as I rubbed his prostate. His cock was throbbing every time I pushed hard onto his button. And his ass was grasping at my digit. Man he had a tight ass! That’s when I withdrew my finger and this time I lubed it up with some Tina laced gun oil. My finger covered with liquid meth and then into his hole my finger went. You could see the burn on his face as my finger sunk deeper and deeper into this soon to be bottom cum dump. With more and more fingering I was able to get another and then a third into his hole. Soon I was able to get a whole crystal deep into him. listening to him moan with it was amazing. Then his hole starting to move along with the video all the while luke kept feeding him more and more poppers. That’s when George said he wanted cock in him. I lined my cock up with his hole and entered him. man was he tight as he took my cock. You could see his face contorted as his mind was fighting him but then he started to moan as he knew he was now brainwashed into being a cock ad cum whore. I fucked him more and more then blew my toxic seed into his hole and he said thank you.

Sorry I’ve trunicated your message, @raunchycumslut but you’ve made a lot of excellent points. I want to put my 2 cents’ in here because it backs you up. When you say, “I am not going to be your backup plan”, it really hits home for most of these guys. When you say, “You said ‘no’, and I’m holding you to that”, it also hits home. The other night, I had a guy who was average looking but do-able contact me. He sent a face pic, I sent one back. He said he wasn’t interested. The prick had the fucking audacity to contact me a few nights later when I was feeling a bit precious. He wanted my face pic. I told him no, he’d already rejected me once, and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with rejection that night again. He actually demanded (like, “Excuse me?”) my photo. Again, I repeated what I had said before. This prick had the cheek to demand (not ask. Demand) it from me a third time, and I very firmly said that no meant no, and I wanted him to go away and if he didn’t, I’d be reporting him. He finally got that message. We don’t have to put up with this sort of abuse, guys. I honestly would rather use my hand and a toy than have to deal with the fucked up abuse because by dealing with this kinda crap, it only reduces my self-worth and my self-esteem. I’ve dealt with enough bullying and crap as a gay kid growing up in suburbia; I’m not putting up with it in my adult life. In my adult life, I come first, and I have pride in myself; I hope you guys do too because you deserve it. :)

Note from Toon: Some of this story is based on real events and the people are composites of a few characters I really met. The locations are somewhat fictionalized. No real names are used and most of the sex stuff is entirely fictional. THIS A WORK OF FICTION PART 1 Kansas City, 1989 This story may be called "Ice Storm", but it all started about five months earlier. It was a horrible, record-breaking high temperature, humid Summer. I was 22 and doing freelance artwork for some rich,crazy woman who fancied herself some kind of expert on educating young people. I drew characters that were supposed to have no identifiable gender or race. I'd spend hours trying to sketch just such a thing. Never got it quite right, but she still paid me for my time. She'd come up with some crazy idea and I would try to help her realize it. I made enough for rent and a food - plus a few luxuries. It wasn't the life I'd dreamed of, but what else can you expect from some kid who'd just graduated with a fine arts degree? My ass was virginal, but my mouth sure as hell wasn't. I started sucking dick a week after I got my driver's license. I would sneak out to the rest area on I-35 in the middle of the night and suck off anybody who wanted it. Gross dudes, fat, old, ugly -- I didn't give a damn. I just swallowed as much semen as I could. I knew about HIV and AIDS. I knew it was mostly spread through butt sex...which I couldn't imagine even trying. It didn't even sound fun to me. I moved into a cheap apartment in a very gay community. I only picked the place because the rent was ridiculously cheap. It was known as a 'gayborhood' or a "gayted community". Waiters, addicts, students, starving artists, strippers, hookers -- we all formed a community here. At least my building had very thick walls and I didn't hear my neighbors unless they had fights...which happened a lot during this heat wave. I was mostly a friendly person, but not an especially confident one. My abusive dad had beaten all the self-worth out of me when I was a kid. Boo-Hoo, Poor me. I was over it. Don't feel sorry for me. Childhood sucks because that's the way it goes. I fantasized about eating pancakes on his grave some day. At least I had an excuse to not to visit him during holidays. Mom had died of lung cancer when she was 40. She didn't even smoke. I got up the courage to go to one of the twenty gay bars that were open back then. Most of them were close enough to walk to. I went to one of the sleaziest cruise bars called "Plantation". It was a collection of fetish enthusiasts of all types. I saw a few leather dudes which was a whole world I didn't know the first thing about. They all looked tough, mean and sexy as fuck. I was developing my ideals and new fetishes almost daily. I focused my attention on these guys and hoped they'd make eye contact. None did. Oh well - I wasn't about to go out and spend a fortune on leather clothing... only to find out they were all nelly and submissive. I just wanted dick. Hard dick. And cum. I moved up to the main floor where people danced and were more social. I hadn't danced in public ever. I never went to school dances or any of that teen bullshit. I liked music a lot, though. That's when I saw a neighbor from my building. Greg -- pretty average-looking, very tall and he had a 'roommate'. He also had a big, friendly doberman that I always petted and fussed over when we were in the elevator together. We were friendly - but all I knew about him was his name...and that his roommate/lover always had hickeys. "Hi! Glen -- right?" "Yeah. Hi, Greg." He seemed shocked that I was here. I had never given out much of a gay vibe. "I didn't know, man. It's good to see you." "Where's your boyfriend?" "Who? Oh, you mean David. We just share the rent - nothing else. I'm moving out soon... just a few blocks away. It's a house on Cherry street. Hold on - be right back...." He took off to greet some friends. He was one of those guys who knew everybody. I figured he came here a lot. He disappeared in a crush of people and I just sat at a little table with only one bar stool. Loser. It must have been stamped on my forehead. I watched people come and go. I decided to have one more beer and leave. I guess there must be a rest area close to here somewhere. I could always just go there and suck an anonymous dick. No sooner than I took my first swallow of the cold beer than Greg and his crowd walked by on their way out. "See ya, Greg." "Oh hey .... Glen. We're having an after-party at my new digs. I want you to meet my new roommate - Mark. He found the place. You can follow us. I held up my nearly full beer. "Don't worry about it...just stand in the middle of us. The bouncer don't care anyway. His pals helpfully moved me to the center of fags as we headed out. This place had a confederate flag in the window which I didn't like too much. As we walked out into the tropical night I felt some big hands with long fingers on my shoulders. "Hey! You're not allergic to dogs are you?" It was Mark. 6'4" and kind of gawky. "No. I love dogs. Does Greg still have the doberman?" "Two of them now." "Cool." "How old are you?" "23" (I was actually adding a year to my age back then!). "Cool. What do you do." "Art. Some writing." "You work for Hallmark?" "Nope. I applied and submitted a portfolio -- but they never called me. I just freelance now. What do you do?" "Maintenance." Well, that could mean anything. I kinda didn't care enough to ask more. "Finish your beer, man. You don't want to get stopped with an open container." I guzzled it down quickly just as we passed a mailbox. i dropped the empty bottle down the chute. Fuck the government. I hated Bush Sr. "What's the address?" "I'll ride with you and give directions. It's close. We'll be there in two minutes." "Cool." No attraction whatsoever. I could probably go for Greg -- but this guy? No. No way. We got there behind all the others. The party was on the porch I guess. Rainbow flags were everywhere, up and down the street...from porches, from poles. "I'm going to get you into bed tonight." Was he kidding? "Sure. Sounds good." Really cheap beer was being served in cans and I wasn't in any kind of position to turn down free beer. I just couldn't get rid of this Mark guy. He wasn't ugly or anything -- I just didn't sense anything between us would ever happen. The party moved inside once everyone got sick of the mosquitoes. I had to figure that at least a few of them were HIV +. It had finally hit the Midwest with a vengeance. There were no drugs for it except AZT and antibiotics for all the infections. It was looking pretty bleak back then. There were two bathhouses in town but I couldn't to do that. There was a bong being passed around. There were ten guys there -- I had plenty of experience with weed but among a bunch of strangers. It wasn't too long before before they were loading the bowl with a mixture of weed and cocaine. Fuck this. I was stuck in the background as always. SIGH. I wondered where the dogs were. I saw one of those baby gates blocking the kitchen. doorway. I walked over but Mark stopped me. This guy, I swear. "Careful. Georgie is pregnant and will bite you if you get too close." "OK. I think I'll go now." I could just grab another beer, drink it on the porch and go a few blocks home. Of course the Mark dude followed me out the door. "You're not much of a party guy, are you?" He rubbed one of his giant hands up and down my back. "Neither am I, really." "Why the hell would you burn up cocaine? Doesn't that destroy it?" He shrugged. "It must not. Greg does it every night. He has connections. Come back up on the porch and I'll get you another beer. We can sit on the swing." Maybe he wasn't so bad. He was friendly and I was sorely lacking friends in this city. "Where do you do maintenance at?" "Actually -- I'm just a janitor at the county hospital. It pays decent -- and I get benefits." "You see AIDS guys there?" "Oh yeah! Most of them are needle users. Heroine. Shit like that. But some are more and more gay guys who fucked around too much." "Wow," What do you say after that? I didn't have time to think before he was kissing me. Groping me. OK. I guess he was worth chance. For tonight anyway. He was tall and his giant hands were an indication of something, right? Still, I can't imagine our previous conversation had led to a make-out session. "We're kinda out in the open here...let's go inside." Sure. We each grabbed a beer and went past the party people who had taken their shirts off and were randomly pairing up to fondle each other's crotches and smooch. In just a few minutes - all sorts of unsafe behavior would be going on soon. Mark took me back to his bedroom even though there was no actual bed in there -- just a mattress with sheets on the floor. I had so many one night stands in the 90's with guys who didn't own a bed frame. It was pretty common. There was nowhere to sit except on his mattress. "Ha! See? I told you I'd get you into bed!" "Yeah." It wasn't that clever of a joke, but I smiled. We fooled around for a little while but he didn't seem too into it. He stopped me from trying to reach into his shorts. OK. I didn't get it, but I hated being the only one interested. We both silently agreed to call it a night. I showed myself out. The only two people left from the party were Greg and some random guy. They both still had pants on but you could tell they'd come off soon enough. I just got in my car and drove the few blocks home. I can't say it was a 'fun' night, but it was an experience I'd needed to have. Funny how I'd start getting obsessed with this Mark guy over the next few months. I'd see him from to time at Plantation and I tried like hell to get him interested in me again. I had a female friend (Gretel) who had told me that some guys would pursue her for weeks and, then, would get all cold if she expressed an interest back. I had so much to learn about relationships. In the Fall, I was finally hired by Hallmark as a writer. My art was not their style, but they liked my writing...and my ability to mix art with words. That took up most of my time. I became the 'golden boy' there and got raises almost every 8 weeks. This was back when people actually still bought greeting cards. It was a great time for me in most ways -- EXCEPT -- I still didn't have a boyfriend. Everything would have been completely perfect if I had a regular, a familiar dick to come home to. Mark's specifically. Oh well. I kept hunting. Had some luck with a few safe sessions with dudes from the bar. One guy was from out of town had stayed with me the whole weekend. I was sick of him as soon as soon as I'd cum. But he stayed until Sunday night when I dropped him off at the train station. His was the first ass I had eaten. I still wan't sure if I liked it. It seemed a little unsafe to me. By then the ghastly holiday season had begun. I had nowhere to go and no one to call...or send cards to. Whatever. I had upgraded my TV and my premium cable choices. I also bought a Nintendo and had already beaten Tetris to the end. Twice. Wasn't my life supposed to be better than this? I was getting stoned regularly and going to Plantation. I didn't see Mark much but I almost always saw Greg. He was friendlier than usual one night and wanted to chat. "You still single?" It was none of his business, but I needed a friend. "Yeah. How's Mark?" "I don't see him much these days." "I thought he and I would be a good match -- but he's all weird when we talk." "Don't worry 'bout it. You're too good for him. He's into older guys with facial hair." Well, fuck -- I couldn't grow a beard to save my life. It's probably lucky my parents weren't Mennonites. "Oh." "I can introduce you to people. I'm a big bar slut and know everybody. You're cute -- maybe too innocent, but still cute." "I'm not that innocent, Greg. But thanks." He grinned at me and led me down to the basement level where those leather guys were. Ugh. I guess I'd be single through the end of the year. It wasn't as unfriendly as I remember. I guess just being with Greg was like my ticket to join their world. Or maybe it was the leather bomber jacket I'd treated myself to. "I don't see anybody good enough for you tonight." Was he kidding? Just trying to be nice? Flirting??? "I'm not all that great, Greg." "I think you are." It was his roommate I was interested in, but you know it goes with beggars trying to be choosers. He wasn't so bad. Reddish brown hair, facial scruff that was pretty patchy. He wasn't quite as tall as Mark, but I wouldn't mind kissing that mouth. Just as we were about to maybe kiss -- one of his buddies interrupted - "Greg! You gotta come upstairs -- there's a fight! I think the cops are gonna come!" I'd seen the other guy here many times. I remember somebody telling me he was a thief. He'd come home with somebody and steal shit. I was pointedly not invited to join them as they raced away. Alone again....naturally. I saw Mark lurking in the corner. O bought two shots and took him one. "Hey, Stranger. I hear there's a fight upstairs." "It's already over." "Oh -- I got hired by Hallmark finally. I'm a writer in the humor department." "Cool. That makes you a catch. Good job, status. You're the whole package now." But obviously still not for him. I should go home and get really high while playing Mario Brothers. He took the shot but didn't bother to thank me for it. I needed a vaccine for my crush on him. He didn't want me, so why did I still want him? "Later." I bolted with what little dignity I had left. I ate at Denny's on Thanksgiving -- just so I could feel extra sorry for myself. Not bad. I even made a stop at the liquor store as a final 'fuck you' to the holiday. I got extra drunk and listened to the new New Order cassette I'd just bought. It was so, so good! I still love that group. It evokes a time and an emotion that will never happen for me again. Longing, hope, anticipation....I don't ever feel those things now. I made some friends at work. A lot of gay guys worked near there. I met one of them and we were almost sort of dating for a week or two. His thing was to have me kneel down in front of him as he ejaculated on my head and then rub his fingers through the jizz in my hair afterwards. Was that a thing? He was obsessed with my hair. We kind of fizzled out as a couple soon. I'd never date another person from work ever again. Too weird. Hell -- I'd just jack off every night. So much easier. I actually made it through Christmas without sinking completely into self-pity. But.BUT, New Year's Eve was coming -- and I needed to find someone, anyone. I needed a kiss at midnight just once. The Winter was especially cruel that month. The worst ice storm in history was heading our way. Of course. The perfect end to a very imperfect year. PART 2 December 30, 1989 Friday. Hardly anybody was at work. It was a Friday right before a holiday. I still had no plans yet. Fuck it. I'd find somebody at Plantation -- anybody would do. I'd suck whatever dick was there -- I'd even fuck without a rubber if I had to. Fuck safety, fuck shyness -- I'd dive into the first crotch I saw. I left early. The parking garage was empty. Just my lonesome. piece-of-shit car. The sky was getting ominous and the wind had a certain dangerous, freezing smell. I stopped at the bar before happy hour had even officially began. The bartender was a Falcon Video come to life. Muscular, mustache and mostly silent. He was friendlier than usual and gave me happy hour prices on my beer. Maybe he knew the storm was coming and he wouldn't be hauling in big tips tonight. He looked like a complete boss top, but I found out later that he was a total bottom that moved to Florida to live with some doctor. Still nice to look at. I scanned the bar for a dick, any dick to bring home before the storm. Looks and age didn't matter anymore. Oh, Jesus -- there was Mark. He'd found somebody already. A big guy with a salt and pepper beard and weighing about 350 pounds. Yeah...I'd never be his type. Not for a decade at least. And a strict diet of french fries. And probably a fake beard too. The super-hunk bartender tapped me on the shoulder. ''Hey, cutie -- it's starting to rain ice out there. You best get home." He handed me a free shot and a card with his number on it, Cool! His name was Thomas. I left feeling a little hopeful. I knew better than to fall for a bartender -- but, hey, I had to give it shot. Maybe the storm would pass and maybe the temperature would get warmer and maybe, maybe , maybe. Maybe I'd resolve to start being more optimistic in 1990....starting now. Right now. No, really...NOW. No sooner had I decided that when I slipped on the icy sidewalk and landed hard on my ass. This was going to be worse than I thought. Shit. The short drive home was definitely going to be treacherous. My dad used to be an expert at driving in bad weather, but I'd never paid attention to anything he ever said or did. I hated him. It took almost 40 minutes to drive seven blocks. I made it safely despite the multiple fender-benders and the slow as hell salt trucks ahead of me. The doorman let me in. "Hope you got food stored - this is going to be a bad storm." He was a geeky blonde college kid who I'd seen play Risk -- by himself. I wasn't sure if he lived in the building or not. "You live far from here?" "No. Like four blocks away, with my girlfriend. I just walk." Oh. OK. I wondered how many gay residents here had hit on him. Probably more than a few was my guess because he pulled that girlfriend story out right away. Whatever. Looks like I'd be trapped here for the weekend. I guess I could always just start knocking on doors. 'Hey. Want a blow job?' At least we hadn't lost power yet. I had almost a half ounce of weed, a twelve pack of beer and the Nintendo. I thought of my dad who lived still lived in the same house I grew up in. He'd be in the dark already if the same storm had hit there. I needed to eat something. I'd start with stuff from the freezer first in case the power did go out first eventually. Something so sad about a sexless single guy eating frozen pizza four nights a week. SIGH. Forty minutes later and I was playing video games with the AM news station. At least, back then. it wasn't constant right wing hate 24 hours a day. Man, I hoped Bill Clinton would really become the next president. I thought he was kind of sexy. "Authorities are advising people to stay off the streets and highways. If you're stuck in traffic right now--please be patient. We're getting some initial reports power outages in outlying areas. Keep it here on 790 for more on Ice Storm '89." Wow. It already had a name and everything. Even from seven floors up, I could hear tires spinning uselessly on the icy avenue. Poor bastards. I needed to get stoned. For a bit of college nostalgia, I made a makeshift pipe from an empty aluminum can. It's easy. I got a a decent buzz quickly. Time for headphones and tunes! It was a normal Friday night for me after all. Tomorrow was New Year's Eve and I could wait until then to get good and depressed. I was getting really into old Pink Floyd these days and thought "Wish You Were Here" was just about the most perfect thing I'd ever listened to. Every song seemed personal to me back then. It was like being a teenager when you let the Top 40 act as your diary. I became 13 right when rock was fading and New Wave was hitting the airwaves. Let the whole world freeze over now, I didn't care anymore. At some point I woke up feeling super hungry. It was 11 at night. I sat in the kitchen and ate two Snickers bars from the freezer. Then I opened a cold beer and sat at the kitchen table where the phone was being so obviously silent. No messages. No nobody. I needed to call around and see if I could find some company. I figured Thomas was still working or stuck somewhere, but I called anyway. No answer. I looked in the silverware drawer, under the tray where I'd kept phone numbers from random hookups. I tried to remember the faces that went with the names. They all had dicks worth sucking. Who was that one guy, that flight attendant who wanted to fuck me? I just had never done that. Even if I had an actual vagina back there, it just seemed too invasive, too dangerous. It also felt 'weak'. Like I'd be giving up too much. Fuck it. If I could come across a dick tonight, I'd let it do whatever it wanted. Some of them were different area codes -- had to rule those out. Mark! Maybe he'd be done with his new Santa guy by now. I waited until I'd opened my third beer before I finally called his number. Greg. "Hello?" "Hi, Greg. It's Glen. Is Mark there?" "No. Do you know where he is?" "Nope." Idiot. Why would I call if I knew where he was already? "I'm getting worried. I wrecked on Prairie Drive. Nothing major. I just hit a fence outside that Korean church. No tow trucks or cops gonna come in this weather." "Well, I'm glad you made it home safe." "Yeah. I am just now thawing out. What are you doing?" "Not much. Got a little stoned and listened to music. I was going to watch "Up All Night" on USA. It's always something terrible but funny." "Cool. The dogs are so nervous. They hate storms and they hate it when both of us aren't home." "I haven't even looked outside. Is it still coming down?" "I think it's stopped, but the damage is done. Ain't nobody going nowhere tonight." "Well. I haven't got any plans for the weekend. So I'll let the city figure it out. Hey - did you sell all the puppies already?" "Sure did. Got 200 bucks apiece." "I bet they were cute." "Yeah. It broke my heart every time I sold one. There should be a new litter by Spring. Want one?" "Maybe. I started a new job at Hallmark and should be moving to a bigger place some day." "Congratulations! That's so cool." "Yeah. I like it a lot there." "It's nice talking with you, I wish you were here now, I want to be with you," The same thought had been going through my mind. "Same here, Greg. Your house is only a few blocks away. I can't drive, but I could always walk." "OK. That'd be great. If you walk on the grass, it's not so bad. Just be careful crossing the street." "You got any beer?" "No. Nothing. You got some?" "Sure. Give me about 30 minutes." "Bye." CLICK I couldn't believe I was so horny that I'd walk on pure ice to get some cock, some cum. From a guy who'd never commit to anything long-term. He had a needy boner just like I did. I'd taken a few photography classes in art school and some relative had given me a nice leather camera bag. It was big enough to put eight cans of beer in -- if you left the camera and equipment out. I also put two cans in each of my coat pockets too. I also rolled a picture-perfect joint and took that too. I was so glad we hadn't lost electricity in the neighborhood. As I walked through the lobby I saw the dumb-ass doorman playing Yahtzee with himself. "You're not driving in this, are you?" "Nah. I'm just going to get some photos of the storm damage." I pointed to my camera bag as if there was a camera in it. "Make sure you have your keys. I might not be here when you get back." "Got 'em." Jerk "Well, be careful." I didn't even answer that as I walked outside and felt the arctic air wash over me. It was cleanest, purest atmosphere you could ever hope to breathe. Greg was right: the sidewalks were not safe to tread upon. I walked o the crunchy grass before I had to cross the avenue. I didn't own any shoes with tread made for this weather. I just slid diagonally over to Greg's street like I was riding a surfboard. I only fell once. The steps up to Greg's house were tricky, but I managed to crawl up them like a panther on the prowl. His porch light was already on. Greg answered the door wearing only pajama bottoms, socks and a bathrobe. Cool. There'd be sex!! "How is it out there?" "You gotta be careful but it's not too bad walking." "Come sit down, get warm." I took off my coat and put down the camera bag. He already had the heat turned up pretty high. There was no TV in the living room -- I'd never seen such a thing. He had a boom box which was set on some bubblegum pop station I never listened to. 94.6 FM. So I guess we were going to have to fill the time making conversation. "So have you been, Greg?" "Not so bad -- until tonight. I didn't really mess up the car too bad. I only have liability insurance, but I guess I don't have to worry about paying the church for damage to their fence. " It was so warm in here. "Want a beer?" "Hell yeah!" I opened my camera bag and opened two of them out for us. Still cold. I thought I drained beers fast, but Greg swallowed almost all of his before I'd even opened mine. That gave me yet another excuse to drink a lot, quickly. "How are the dogs?" "They spend Winters at my brother's farm in Texas. It's warmer there." We opened more beers, "Is that where you're from? Texas?" "Yeah. You can't tell by the accent? Where are you from?" "Oklahoma." "Wow. You sound like you're from Chicago or somewhere like that." "I've tried my whole life to lose any trace of how my dad talked." Greg nodded. I guess most of us had shitty relationships with our dads. "You're tense. Why?" "I'm not. I'm just....I'm not tense." I was more horny than tense. He had very hairy legs. I couldn't stop looking at them. Oh hell -- I found the joint I'd brought and held it up. "Care to partake?" "Wow. You are a great guest! I would have never guessed you smoked." So we shared the weed and I moved down to the floor (I've always been more comfortable on the floor). Maybe I'd get glimpse up his robe -- not that he wouldn't have just let me open it and get a good look. "Look -- I'm sorry you and Mark didn't work out. He's a flake, man. If I had a guy like you interested in me -- I'd be over the moon!" I was starting to not mind the music so much. Madonna's "Like a Prayer" was on and I loved that song. "Thanks. Did you ever see the Pepsi commercial with Madonna in it? I only saw it once before they pulled it." "No. The video is weird."We finished the joint. And I opened more beers for us while he lit a cigarette. "Want one?" Sure - what the hell? He handed me the one directly from his perfect lips. I kept looking at his long, thick fingers. (also hairy) "You have great hands, Greg." "Yeah? Talk to me about those hands." His voice got deeper. I grabbed his hand -- and slowly sucked each finger. I didn't even know I was into hands until now. "You have manly hands. Big knuckles, I just really like them." "Nice. What do you like to do?" "I pretty much just like to suck dick." Did I really say that out loud? I was fucked up! Shit. "Well...that's a place to start..." He opened his robe and I saw his dick was already hard. It was an usual specimen.,,tiny head and a shaft that quickly got fatter as it went down to the base. Like, WAY fatter. "You like this?" I didn't even bother to answer. A hard dick was inches away and I put my mouth on it immediately. DAMN! I needed this badly. I sucked and sucked until I wore both of us out. "Whoa -- take a break for a minute." I needed to pee anyway. "Where's your bathroom?" He pointed in a general direction as he lit another cigarette. I found it and closed the door. I'm ashamed to admit that I always snooped in other people's medicine cabinets when I used their bathrooms. Good God! The whole thing was full of prescription bottles. Nearly half were for Greg, the other half for Mark. Fuck! AIDS? Right? Fuck! Wait, wait...maybe they just both had allergies really bad. But in the middle of Winter? Dammit -- I'd pretend I never saw all that shit. I just peed and left. I didn't see anything. Nothing. Greg was stroking his boner. "Take off your clothes already!" I did. Even the socks. He was just in his socks but soon peeled those off too. We were completely nude together. I had a stiffy that just wouldn't go down. "You sucked me so good -- I need some lotion on my dick." "Sorry." "Don't be sorry -- just follow me. I got some special lotion you can put on it for me." I was in a trance just watching the tiny, round butt attached to his long lean backside. His bed was perfectly made and there was a small nightlight on an outlet near the floor. He already had a tube of "lotion" uncapped on the nightstand. It was very obviously lube. Butt sex lube. OK. I knew this was day was coming. I was going to have to take it up my butt. Life is full of doors. The doors to sorrow are numerous and always open, but the there are very few doors leading to joy. I finally found one and couldn't turn back now. I went through that door and flopped on the bed. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw that the headboard was this weird imitation leather and there were two wrist straps attached on the sides. OK. This guy was hardcore. We were both naked and both very hard. I was on my back. He sat on my chest with his bare ass. "You want one last taste before I put the lube on?" Yes. I wanted him to fuck my face and gag me with that fat, pointy dick. He pretty much did just that. I gulped and only gagged a little once. He was really going to town, but pulled away just as it sounded like he was going to cum. "Stop!" His sweat was dripping all over me. "Did you bring a condom with you?" "No. I had no idea it would get this far." "Well...I will try to pull out before I nut." He put a generous amount of lube on his cock and a little bit on my asshole which I worked in with a finger. I was about to let a guy with a tons of prescription bottles enter me with no latex covering his dick. So be it. "I don't have the greatest luck" "I want you, Greg. ALL of you." He put my wrists through the straps, hoisted my legs over his shoulders. "Can you turn a little more light on? I want to see you." He had to stretch to reach a little table lamp. It was a very low wattage but at least I could see more of him. He was not a particularly handsome man, but he looked like an angel in this lighting. I wanted him to kiss me, but he was so horny that he wanted to fuck. And so it began -- He worked that tiny head in and it barely hurt. It wasn't until he pushed the fat shaft further that I had decided to change my mind. "NO!" I could barely handle it. "NO! STOP!" "Shh. Just a little bit more. It'll get better. Just hang on." I'd asked for this. As I got used to his cock inside me, it felt better...much better. It wasn't like I could push him off of me anyway. That helplessness helped me enjoy the throbbing waves of pleasure radiating from my inner rectum. My whole body was shaking and that seemed to really get him enthused. My complaints had turned to moans. "Fuck I'm gonna cum." "Don't pull out, Greg. Get me pregnant." "You sure?....ahhhh...DAMN! Here you go, man!" I felt so gypped that I couldn't feel the spurts go into my guts. The mental image was enough, I guess. He fell on top of me and started sucking on my neck hard. He was leaving a hickey for sure. I couldn't stop him. He was so sweaty and had a certain smell that wasn't quite B.O -- but close. Greg was exhausted. He undid my straps and flopped down next to me, breathing heavily. He was asleep within five minutes while I just wanted to go home. I mean, he'd already told me he was a bar slut and couldn't be tied down. I knew I'd just had very risky sex and would probably need to get tested in a few weeks. I had a good medical plan, but it wouldn't kick in until next month. I was told I would not be covered if I was injured jumping out of an airplane. That's pretty much what I'd done. I'd landed safely --but in a nest of scorpions. I went to the living room and got dressed. I knew it was rude to take the rest of my beer with me. You're supposed to leave it with the host, but this probably wouldn't happen again anytime soon. I sat on his couch and drank one of them as fast as I could. I also grabbed his pack of cigarettes, lit one and put it in my coat pocket. Double rude. I could hear Greg snoring from here. It was still icy as fuck outside. Like I even cared now. At this point, even falling and breaking all my teeth out would be OK compared to what I'd just done. What I'd just done to myself. It was a weird sensation to be out at this hour and not see a single car on the streets. Just the haunted sound of Northern wind and crackling, snapping branches. It was the sound of tiny bones breaking. Yep - the doorman was gone by the time I got to my building. I fished out my keys and my hands were numb (I seriously needed to buy some gloves). The power was still working. Miracle. The phone was ringing as I got in the door. Greg? Thomas? I rushed to the kitchen and answered. "Hi." Its was Gretel -- my old high school friend. The first person I came out to. The oven on my clock said 1:10 AM. She rarely called me and never this late. "What's up." "I saw you guys had a big ice storm down there. It was on the news even." "Yeah. It's something else alright. No parties tomorrow night." "Remember that one New Years Eve when we drove around until we found somewhere that would sell us beer? It didn't take long." "It was smart of us to let you go in alone. That guy was so in love with you." "They're called 'tits', Glen." She'd only bought a six-pack but it was enough to make us sick. We were amateurs. I'd gone on to college while she stayed behind for some guy who ended up dumping her when she told him she wanted a baby. She'd only ever planned to be a wife and a mother. "What have you been up to, Gretel?" 'Well..." I knew what she was about to tell me. "I'm pregnant." "Funny. So am I." END

One thing that strikes me about this is expectation setting: when we read posts on sites like this one, we read about guys having successful hot encounters with other guys they've met online. People skip the flakes and the details that aren't so horny about when it doesn't quite work. So we hold ourselves up to a benchmark that is a bit artificial. I enjoyed reading the thread "When hookups get.... strange" which was mainly about guys partying, but it is amusing to see that behind the scenes things go wrong for other guys too, and it's not just me. As for apps, I've changed how I used them. When home (small town 40 miles from London) I only use it to keep in touch with people I already know - although I try and move conversation to WhatsApp as soon as I can. I tend to only use the apps for trawling when staying away from home and when I can actually meet or host. I think a lot of guys are on the apps because they are horny and arent really prepared to meet (their flat mate is home, they haven't cleaned out, etc). I dont want to be one of those.

Part 23 - Reflection They sat huddled around in the ER waiting for Hillson to return and tell them what was going on, Nicky, Lucy, Steve and Callum arrived and joined them. Lucy was sat with Jordan holding his hand as they comforted each other between sobs of sadness and the unknowing of what was going on. "I knew coming here would be bad, I felt it when the plane landed" Jordan said looking at Lucy. Lucy shook her head "Your not to blame Jordan, he seemed to know what he was doing and got to us through Kit". Jordan wiped his eyes "I never thought he would go to such extremes to get back at me". She put her arm around Jordan as Kit walked up "Have they said anything yet?" She asked looking at Kit. He shook his head "No, he said 15 minutes and he will come in and talk to us. I feel so responsible for being taken in by him". Jordan looked up at Kit "Your not responsible Kit, he knew what he was doing somehow". The door opened and everyone turned as Mario walked in confused at seeing such a large crowd of people starring at him. Jordan stood up and went over to where Mario stood. "I'm so sorry for what you have been put through Mario" he said hugging his friend. Mario cried in his arms "I really fucked up this time, I let myself get abused by him Jordan and couldn't stop it". Jordan stroked Mario's head "He is evil Mario I know that now but like you I couldn't see it at the time". Hillson walked in to the room and looked around at everyone, Kit had enough of this waiting around game and demanded to know what was going on and why they weren't telling them anything, Hillson raised his hand. "Please I am sorry it is taking so long, but we don't know the identity of the persons involved" Hillson began to explain. Jordan looked at him "The driver is Sage Peters and he kidnapped my partner Daniel Salinger". "Where is our son?" Lucy strode over to Hillson followed by David. "Sage was cut free from the car and is in ICU responding to treatment, who is Sage's kin?" Hillson asked. Mario looked "I guess I am closest of sort". "The nurse here will take you to see Sage" Hillson said and the nurse escorted Mario out of the room. "Are you all Daniel's family and friends?" he asked. Lucy let out a sob fearing the worst "Yes we are". "Daniel has bruising and some cuts but otherwise seems to be okay and is being examined as we speak" he told the waiting group. Relief strewn across their faces and the door opened to the visitors room the doctor asking for Jordan, Lucy and David as Daniel wanted to see them. The doctor stopped before they went in to the room and told them that Daniel will have to stay in overnight for observation and then rest for a week to allow the bruising to heal. They entered the ER cubicle to find Daniel laying in bed dazed and a little confused sporting a cut on his forehead and bruising on his arms. Jordan shook his head "I'm so sorry Danny" as he broke down in tears, David went round and put his arm around Jordan. Daniel shifted in bed "He would have got to me eventually Jordy". "Did he hurt you?" Jordan wiped the tears from his eyes. "No not really a few bruises from where he struck me a few times" he held Jordan's hand. Jordan looked at Daniel "Did he rape you Danny?". Daniel sobbed "He tried to... but he didn't as the helicopter appeared overhead". Jordan kissed Daniel "Thank god". Jordan insisted with the doctor that he would stay with Daniel overnight and told the rest of the group to go back home and get some rest. Kit said he would collect them from ER and to call him when they were ready to leave. Hillson appeared when they left to get a full statement and shook his head is disbelief as the story unfolded. Jordan asked what would happen to Sage but all he could offer was that he would probably be put on trial for kidnapping with intent to cause harm and dangerous driving. Mario sat looking at Sage, months of pent up mental torture sitting bubbling on the surface. Over the past few days Curt and Mario had been speaking and Mario had disappeared to be with Curt and help nurse him through the result of his one night stand with Sage. The cloud over Mario was clearing and over the days he and Curt grew closer to each other, Curt was breaking down the barrage of mental abuse Mario had suffered. He looked at Sage who was on a morphine drip and sleeping the nurse did a check on his vitals and said she was monitoring it from the ICU station, Mario said he would call if there was any change as well. He looked at the morphine bag and the label 'Administer over 12 hours through IV line only', he sat and watched as every 5 minutes another drop would fall in to the IV line, Sage stirred opening his eyes and saw Mario sitting there. Mario leaned over "Are you in pain, how are you feeling?". Sage grinned "Stupid worthless fucking whore, can't get enough of my cock and toxic seed can you?" he chuckled. Mario looked at him "You ruined my life just like you tried to ruin Jordan's". "I will fuck up his new boyfriend and destroy both of them" a small smile broadened on his face. Mario leaned closer "Leave them alone Sage and I know now what you did to Curt as well". "Your nothing but a whore who belongs to me and I will continue to break you down to nothing" a look of pure evil was in his eyes. Mario stroked Sage's arm "No I think your done Sage, I only have one thing to do now". Mario's hand felt it's way up the IV tube to the drip controller and opened the valve to a steady dripping watching the IV line fill up and pumping Sage's body full of morphine, he knew that it would start to slow his respiratory rate down as it started to take effect. Sage mumbled and Mario saw the heart rate drop a couple of beats, he placed his finger next to Sage's that had the vitals sensor clipped on and swiftly moved it on to his own. He held his breath and saw the change in heart rate and blood pressure and breathed when the nurse didn't look up at the blip on the reading. He sat there smiling at Sage whose eyelids were getting heavy as his respiration began to slow down from the effects of the morphine. Mario stroked Sage's face "No one else will suffer at your hands Sage, I am going to see to that". Sage murmured for a moment then coughed his eyes fully closed. Mario watched his breathing getting shallower, he took a cloth and wiped the drip valve to remove his finger print and then did the same with the vitals sensor clip. He put the cloth back and lifted Sage's hand and placed the thump and finger over the drip valve and pressed them, he then repeated it on clip. He leant forward resting his head on the bed and placed Sage's arm around the back of his neck. He watched as Sage took his last slow erratic breaths and he quietly and ever so serenely he slipped away. Mario continued to watch him for half an hour as the last few drops or morphine left the drip bag, Mario closed his eyes and went to sleep, for the first time he really felt a cloud lifting, it was a big risk be it was the only way he could stop Sage's destructive path. Jordan grabbed sleep whenever he could, he had a very uneasy nights sleep constantly checking on Daniel and holding his hand, the doctor stood outside watching through the observation window with the nurse, she spoke to the doctor 'You see that, that is love that no one can break' the doctor looked at the nurse and patted her arm 'Your getting soft Milly'. She shoved the doctor telling them they better go and see how the other patient is doing. The shouting woke him as the nurse and doctor rushed around the room, Mario rubbed his eyes and looked at the doctor who shook his head and pronounced the time of death. Hillson came running in to the room, the doctor and nurse suggested from what they saw that Sage's arm was on the back of Mario's head and at some point he moved the clip on to Mario's finger whilst he slept and opened the valve. Mario sat and cried holding Sage's hand for 15 minutes to make it look convincing until Hillson escorted him out of the room. One of the forensics that was in attendance lifted the prints off the clip and confirmed they matched Sage's own. The final few hours of the night slipped by as Hillson came to find Mario in the waiting room. "I'm sorry for your loss, can I call anyone for you?" Hillson asked Mario. Mario looked back in the room "No, I think I will go for a walk to clear my head". "The doctor has told me it was a result of injuries sustained and suicide" Hillson looked at Mario. "Suicide?" Mario looked shocked. Hillson nodded "It appears he opened the valve whilst you slept" he looked at Mario in a very unconvincing manner. "Do I need to stay" Mario asked Hillson who simply shook his head. Hillson guided Mario out "Strange how it happened but we won't be pursuing this any further". Mario walked along out of ER and saw Jordan at the vending machine grabbing a coffee, it was still only 5am but Jordan looked tired and exhausted. Mario walked over in his direction "Jordan can we talk". Jordan looked over "What's wrong Mario?". "I just want you to get on with your life, don't worry about Sage any more" he looked directly in Jordan's eyes. "Mario what have you done?" Jordan spoke quietly. "Sorted everything out, I am going to live with Curt unfortunately Sage got him as well" Mario replied in a hushed voice. Jordan looked at Mario "What has happened?" Mario smiled "Good by Jordan, take good care of your boyfriend" he turned and walked out of the ER. Jordan stood their scratching his head and retrieved the coffee, making his way back to Daniel's room Hillson was approaching from the opposite direction. "Ah glad I caught up with" He said stopping to talk to Jordan. "Is everything alright, do you need a further statement from Danny err Daniel?" Jordan asked. "I don't think we need to bother Daniel any more. I do have to let you know that Sage Peters has passed away" Hillson told Jordan. Jordan opened his mouth "But I thought he was going to be fine?". "Yes, but unfortunately he didn't make it through the night" he said. Jordan watched him walking away tinged with a little sadness at the news but none the less a little more happier, he went back to Daniel's room who shifted uncomfortably in bed but still slept from the painkillers, he took hold of Daniel's hand and kissed it and drifted off.

To answer your questions: It's not just you. I get frustrated about it as well. And yes, I am a sensitive person, but hey, I'd rather care than not. I actually do sometimes get depressed or upset. But, then I realize all things happen for a reason, and there has to be something better out there for me. And seriously, would I really want someone like that buried deep inside me? No. I don't know if I have faith in the community per se, but I do have faith in individuals. I try to keep those individuals close to me and push away those who are not good for me. I do get frustrated. I don't always avoid the frustration. I have told this story to a few people privately on here, but I'll share it publicly. I love the karma of it. I moved to New Zealand to be with my then husband, and it was very hard to find friends. So I advertised on a local dating / friendship site for friends. I was talking with one guy for a while -- he was an actor (I like acting) and artistic (I'm artistic) and we seemed to get along pretty well. He sent me a photo of him and hey, not an oil painting but I'm looking for friends, nothing more, and there's really no attractiveness need there in my opinion. I send him a photo back. He tells me we can't be friends because I'm "not attractive enough". I'm sure you understand the frustration thing because you sound like me in that regard. A few months later, I'm out shopping at a local mall for Christmas presents. Someone arrives right next to me, full of happiness and excitement and jazz hands. "Hey!!!" It's the guy from the friendship Web site. "Hi. I thought I wasn't attractive enough to be your friend." "Oh, your photo doesn't do you justice. You're way hotter in real life." At that point, I was shaking. "Hey, why don't you just fuck off?" And, after looking incredulous that someone said that to him... he fucked off. Karma does work sometimes! I'm sorry this is happening to you but I do understand. Chin up and big hugs.

I've posted on here before about hookup apps/sites and my difficulties with them. I've had people ask to see my pics, then block me or insult me or just say "no thanks" (usually without showing their pics, which pisses me off even more). I've had guys say they were on their way over, then never show up, usually they delete their profile or block me after, but I've had a few guys pull that shit and then hit me up a few days later and act shocked when I tell them I've lost interest. I've had guys give me a hard time for being poz, fucking bare, liking water-sports, liking rimming, liking [insert whatever fetish/kink here]. I try to brush it off but I admit that sometimes shit gets under my skin. I know I am not super handsome, but I also know I'm above-average in looks but after having a dozen guys reject me based on my face pics in an hour or two, I start thinking "Maybe I really am fucking ugly and didn't know it" (like Obliging, I have been told I am MUCH better looking in person than in my pics, even by men who rejected me online then met me in person and wanted to hook up). I've had men flat out tell me "I'm gonna keep looking for someone hotter, but if I don't find anyone, you can suck my dick", then act surprised I say "No thanks, bye". I think everyone deals with this crap. Even if you're jaw-droppingly hot, you're not going to be everyone's ideal type, and some guys are total assholes when it comes to telling someone else they aren't interested. Also, I know there are tons of guys (some not even gay) that go on apps just to play games/troll/make people feel like shit because it's funny to them or makes them feel better about not getting laid themselves or because they got fondled as a kid and are fucked up for life; whatever the reason, they get off on hurting other people. I acknowledge I'm a hypocrite for saying it (because again, guys on apps do get under my skin more often than I care to admit) but you really have to just shrug if all off and move on to the next potential guy. One bit of advice? I've made it a rule that I don't ask for pics, but I refuse to give out my pics unless the other guy shows me his pics first, OR we can talk on the phone. That cuts down on trolls and game-players by like half.

Way to go, Toon! Prolific and terrific!

I'm voting A or C, but I have to add the caveat that I'm a top and on PrEP. I live in what most of you would consider a small town, but we have a major university and I'm within a couple hours of both Indianapolis and Chicago. There are maybe 2-3 guys on BBRTS in my town (but none that I've met up with, go figure). On Scruff, I advertise that I'm on PrEP but don't specifically call out that I'm into BB, but there are very few people who actually respond on Scruff around here. I get many more replies on Scruff when I'm in the bigger cities. On Grindr, I'm pretty straightforward. I used the devil and pig emoticons for awhile and some guys asked me what they were for (eyeroll). Now, my Grindr profile doesn't specifically say anything about BB, but when I'm talking to a bottom who wants to fuck, I am pretty blunt about preferring bare and will say something like "I have other options, thanks" if they insist on condoms. Do I get a LOT of action? No, but usually enough to keep me satisfied and not feeling guilty about any kind of lying or stealthing. But, as others will say on here, you'd be surprised at how many are willing to go bare that say "safe only" or something in their profiles.

Finally discovered how to change my profile name here. My old name was newneg.

Part 2: Dr. Bell and the Male intern Two weeks had passed and once again I had to drive myself to see Dr. Bell. Honestly I was glad this time because I needed to be fucked again. I showed up at the medical office around 4:30 and noticed his nurse wasn't there but a rather handsome male intern, who's name was David. The bulge in his pants left me wondering if David liked my looks. Leading me down the hallway to an exam room, David took my vitals while awaiting Dr. Bell's arrival. Now, let me describe David. His eyes were baby blue which enticed me to loose myself. He was six feet, two inches, neatly trimmed brunette hair but no facial hair. Oh, and he had muscles like a Greek god. For a few minutes I actually forgot I was sick. Normally young guys do nothing for me but I was hoping David would somehow fuck me sometime in the near future. After David asked me for the third time how long I had been sick because apparently I was lost in lust I broke out of my trance and answered him, adding an apology for having missed his earlier questions. David was sweet and laughed it off, suggesting I must have had something or someone on my mind. I blushed. How right he was. About then Dr. Bell walked in and looked at my vitals, commenting I'd find this visit to be special. With that he asked me to undress. With David in the room I was a bit nervous, but both Dr. Bell and David assured me it was fine, as David was 'like Dr. Bell'. I interpreted this as meaning David was, like Dr. Bell, gay. I quickly got undressed and they did the same. My first though upon seeing David naked was fuck, he is hot, but my real focus was on his cock. While perhaps not quite as large as Dr. Bell's, it definitely wasn't small. I'd estimate it at eight inches, obviously uncut, and obviously quite thick. His cock was already leaking precum and I couldn't wait to taste it. I noticed David had a scorpion tattoo but I still had no clue what it meant. Dr Bell then asked what would I do to pleasure both of them. "Anything you desire, Dr. Bell," I immediately replied. "Well, David hasn't cum since getting his results which has been over a month ago, and I know he would like to share his load with someone who would absolutely poz-itively take it without question." I didn't catch how Dr. Bell emphasized the poz part and I said I would love to have him cum inside my ass. A big smile came across David's face and Dr. Bell led us both down the hall to another room which contained a bed in it. Dr. Bell had me get on all fours on the bed, and David sat on the bed in front of me, presenting his eight inch cock to my lips, as Dr. Bell got behind me and started working on my ass. I opened my mouth and started licking up all of David's precum. I also noticed Dr. Bell was scratching up the inside of my ass again while he fingered me. It hurt again but I didn't say anything because I wanted to worship David's beautiful cock. After several minutes of Dr. Bell fingering my ass he slowly this time worked his glorious cock in my ass. It took Dr. Bell a few minutes to work his cock all the way up my ass but once he was all the way in I relaxed and he slowly fucked my ass. I was in heaven. I took my time on David's cock and since Dr. Bell was taking his time I managed to deep throat David's cock. This went on for a while and David had me stop a few times because he was close to cumming. My own cock was making a big mess on the bed from my own precum and when Dr. Bell picked up the pace and really started fucking my ass I lost it, shooting six big wads onto the bed as simultaneously my ass tightened up around Dr. Bell's cock, causing him to blow his load in my ass. After Dr Bell finished he withdrew from my ass, gave me a light slap on my butt cheeks, advising David it was his turn to to fuck me. David and Dr. Bell switched places. David immediately rammed his cock up my ass, but as Dr. Bell had really opened me up well, David slid in easily. As I started enjoying his fucking I turned my attention to Dr. Bell's cock and I noticed there was blood on it. I gestured to the blood, and seeing it, Dr. Bell commented it was okay, that a little blood was only natural. With that I calmed down, cleaning his cock with my mouth while David enjoyed my ass. I had just gotten into cleaning Dr. Bell's cock when David let out a primal scream and unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum up my ass. Dr. Bell held my head in place to continue cleaning his cock while David came back to reality. David didn't remove his cock and he never went soft. He stayed hard and within a couple of minutes he was fucking me again. I continued cleaning Dr. Bell's cock and before long he was hard again so I started sucking his cock and worshipping his cock. David fucked me a lot longer the second time and he held off until Dr. Bell said he was going to cum. A few seconds later my mouth and ass were full of cum at the same time and I swallowed all of Dr. Bell's cum. After they both were finished Dr. Bell got up and David got on the bed and pulled me up to him. Dr. Bell said he would be right back while David and I started kissing each other very passionately. After Dr. Bell returned David and I didn't even notice until Dr. Bell cleared his throat. By the hard on he had I would say he was enjoying the show. I also noticed a needle and a couple of vials for drawing blood. Dr. Bell then sat on the edge of the bed and said he really needed to talk to me about what the tattoos meant and why I've been sick for two weeks without any improvement. What he told me changed my life what happened next shocked even me.

Part 79 - The Smell of Leather Joe and Kyle were packing up the last of the gear and dragging it down to the car. Jaime had called a few minutes earlier asking where they were. “Guess he’s almost as excited about a weekend with lots of hot guys in leather as I am” Joe said. He made sure he had the hotel info that Patrick had sent him and they drove over to Jaime’s place. The drive was long and unlike the spring break trip they didn’t stop at all of the rest stops, so they could save up as much cum as they could. Halfway through the trip Joe’s escort phone buzzed and he took a look at the message. “hey. bro been sick a couple days. last nite i woke up sweating. now have rash on chest, arms” said Blaine’s message. “congrats. u r prob in club now. wait a week n hit clinic” Joe replied. The Friday afternoon traffic in Chicago sucked but they finally got to the hotel. Joe and Kyle grabbed their bags and said “See you tomorrow” before they hopped out and let Jaime drive the car back to his parent’s house in the burbs. Joe and Kyle’s heads were rubber necking as they walked through the lobby and up to the desk to check in. They had never seen so many guys wearing leather gear in one place. Some were subtle but many weren't. Once they got to the room, they unpacked and showered. Joe started assembling the sling while Kyle rolled a few joints. Joe had texted Patrick once they got to the room and his phone buzzed just as he connected the last chain. Joe read the message and said to Kyle “Ready for a crazy weekend? We’re supposed to go to Patrick’s room and meet everyone.” “Do you want me to go or should I go scout out the hotel?” Kyle asked. “They may be my future co-workers, but if I fuck em, you should too” Joe replied. Joe hoped that first meeting would be a quick introduction and then right to sex, but decided to not assume anything and dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt. They wandered up to the other hotel room, not knowing what to expect. Joe knew that Patrick and Raphi would be there but he had no idea how many others were sticking around for the weekend. Joe stood in front of the door for a few moments, took a deep breath and knocked. The door opened a few inches and then Patrick invited them in. Joe looked around and saw Raphi on his knees sucking a tall black muscle bear who seemed to be about 40. Next to them was a white guy about the same age that looked like an ex-jock with a shaved head and a bushy beard. Behind them was a muscled asian guy that seemed to be about Joe’s height and age. “Joe, you know Raphi. Above him is Evan, our VP of Sales. Next to him is my boss Micah. And hiding in back is Ken who will be working with you. He started in January after graduating early. There are two others that are here this weekend but they are partners and they said they won’t play around this weekend. Knowing Skyler, they’ll probably be in their room the whole weekend fucking each other. You might meet them at a couple social things I planned” Patrick said. “Sounds good. This is my boyfriend Kyle and we won’t be alone in our room all weekend, hehe. What is the plan for this weekend?” Joe asked. “We really don’t have a plan other than to have a good time. I told these guys that everyone should have taken a load from all the other guys by Monday, no questions asked. I know Raphi has a little head start since he’s had a few dicks in him every day this week. Now he just has to breed some ass to make up for all he’s taken” Patrick said. “Well, if anyone is interested, I have scheduled a few parties tomorrow in our room and anyone is welcome. One is for a friend of ours and the other is for a guy I met online that wants to be a cumdump for a couple hours” Joe explained. The smile he got out of Ken was the first sign that he wasn’t scared out of his mind with the thoughts of what might happen this weekend. Both Evan and Micah nodded and Raphi was still sucking on Evan’s dick. “How about we start with a quick fuck and then head out to dinner before we hit the bars tonight?” Patrick said. “I like that. How about we start with management on staff?” Evan replied. Kyle looked around and realized he was going to be left out, but quickly decided he would sample the cocksucking skills of each bottom while they got fucked. Joe and Kyle removed their clothes while everyone else took off what little clothing they still had on. Joe climbed on the bed next to Raphi and Ken then climbed on the other bed. Joe was on his back and Raphi and Ken opted for their knees. Kyle’s cock was already getting stiff as he stood between the two beds looking at the bottoms and saw the three tops all talking quietly to each other, choosing who they would fuck first. Patrick walked up to Joe and smiled. “Now its time for me to return the favor” he said. Evan approached Raphi and adjusted his position to be ass height. Micah took his place behind Ken, spreading his legs wider and then rubbing his cock over his hole. Kyle kneeled on the bed and slapped his cock over Raphi’s cheeks and then pressed it to his lips. A little bit of lube was applied and the three tops simultaneously pushed in. Raphi stared at the biohazard tattoo above Kyle’s cock as he sucked and was getting pounded from Evan’s thick rod. Joe was getting no mercy from Patrick who seemed intent on destroying his hole right away. Micah may have started out slow and easy on Ken, but turned out to be the vocal top. The room was soon filled with grunts and comments about the bottom’s hungry cunts. Having stuffed Raphi’s throat enough, Kyle needed a break and pulled out. He turned around and looked at Ken. His face was pressed to the bed with Micah’s hand on his shoulders. He chuckled and realized that Ken was not going to be his next cocksucker, but if he stood on the bed, Micah’s mouth would be at just the right height. He climbed on and straddled Ken’s body and looked down at Micah who looked up at him for a moment before realizing Kyle’s intent. Micah’s furled eyebrows told Kyle that he wasn’t used to being anyone’s cocksucker, but Kyle didn’t care. Micah wasn’t going to be his boss in a few months. A hand on the back of Micah’s head guided him forward and Kyle’s cock was soon pressed to his lips. He pushed harder and when those lips parted, Kyle started to fuck Micah’s mouth. Micah may now have been quieter, but he was still pounding Ken’s ass as hard as ever. Kyle had his hands on each side of Micah’s head and was drilling into his throat which unsettled his rhythm fucking Ken. Kyle could feel Micah trying to break free and after a few more minutes let go and pulled his cock out just as Micah let out a growl and slammed into Ken’s pussy, unleashing a huge load of cum inside. Micah looked at Kyle and said “Payback is gonna be a bitch” and then grinned at him. Evan had been drilling Raphi’s ass while he watched Micah, Kyle and Ken. He was holding off until either Patrick or Micah had shot. He never wanted to be the first top to unload, but Raphi was working his cock really well and it was a struggle not to shoot. He heard a grunt from Patrick and then slammed in hard two more times before his cock started pumping seed into Raphi’s hungry cunt. Patrick had jackhammered Joe’s hole from the start. It was a hard fuck that Joe wasn’t quite expecting from his future boss. His impression from the previous times that he had fucked Patrick was that he was mostly a bottom, but now he knew that might have been wrong. But now he felt the warmth as Patrick’s poz cock shot rope after rope of cum into his ass. He looked up and Patrick seemed to be lost in bliss with his eyes closed. A smile slowly grew on Patrick’s face and he slowly pulled is cock out of Joe’s hole, cum dripping down on to the floor. “OK, now it’s time to switch it up. I know at least a couple of you bottoms want to fuck management” Patrick said with a chuckle. Raphi, Ken and Joe climbed off the bed. Each was looking at the three management guys over trying to decide who to take. Ken and Raphi were spending too much time looking back and forth so Joe walked over to Evan and twisted his pierced nipple before turning him to the bed. “Oh fuck. Go easy, I don’t get fucked often” Evan said as he climbed on the bed, leaving his ass hanging over the edge. “Don’t worry, I’m a pro at opening up tight holes” Joe replied with a snicker. Ken and Raphi glanced at each other and swapped sides of the bed. Ken smiled as he walked up to Patrick, his cock pointing straight out and dripping precum. He put his hand around Patrick’s head and pulled him in for a short rough kiss and then pushed him to the bed next to Evan. Raphi was more hesitant as he approached Micah. He really didn’t feel comfortable fucking guys, much less a VP of his company. Micah laid down on the bed on his back and pulled up his muscular legs, exposing his hairy hole. Raphi kneeled down and stuffed his face between Micah’s ass cheeks. His tongue licked, probed and coated the hole with spit. His hand was stroking his cock, keeping it hard. After a few minutes he stood up and rubbed the head of his cock over the hole and started to push in. His body was shaking and his nerves were not helping his cock stay stiff. He pushed a finger into Micah’s pussy and then a second while stroking his cock again. Raphi quickly pulled his fingers out and pushed his cock in, finally getting inside. Kyle had been groping the other two pairs and noticed Raphi in a near panicked state. He walked over behind Raphi and reached around, first rubbing his chest while his cock humped Raphi’s ass. Kyle started pinching both of Raphi’s nipples which seemed to get the desired reaction. Raphi started to fuck Micah’s hole slowly, his cock now staying fully hard. Kyle twisted harder and Raphi’s thrusts got more energetic. Kyle adjusted his body and with the next outward thrust, he shoved his cock deep into Raphi’s cum filled hole. “Oh my god!” yelled out Raphi and he began to pump back and forth into Micah’s hole and on to Kyle’s pierced cock. His cock was leaking precum into Micah’s cunt and as it got sloppier, he fucked harder. He had no idea what Micah’s status was but his precum was coating every bit of flesh inside Micah’s hole and soon he would be flooding it with a two day load of virulent seed. He started to feel Kyle slamming into his ass which forced him into Micah even harder. He could feel his cock engorge and his balls were now aching and pulled tight. “FUUUCCCKKK!!!” screamed out Raphi as his cock pulsed and the cum seemed to shoot out with a force unlike any he had ever experienced. Raphi’s hole, too, was getting wetter as his orgasm was milking Kyle’s cum into his ass. Ken had started out gentle with Patrick, lubing his hole up with the bottle of lube he found on the bed and then slowly opening his pussy up with his cock. Now his body was rocking and driving his cock into Patrick and he was back in his normal “fuck zone.” When he saw Joe slam into Evan, he picked up the pace and was soon pounding his boss’s hole like Joe was doing to Evan. Any concerns about fucking his boss were long gone and he pulled Patrick up to his chest. He kept fucking but bit down on his shoulder and whispered in a ragged breath “Fuck, your hole feels so good. I hope we can fuck a lot more after this weekend.” Joe had started out slow with Evan, as well. His time escorting had gotten his cock into all types of guys, from virgin to those with decades of experience, extremely tight to very loose. Joe could tell that Evan had taken cock before, but he was still very tight. He briefly tongued Evan’s hole before using the lube on the table which he forced in with his finger. He did it a second time with two fingers and after twisting them around a few moments Evan squeezed his hole around Joe’s fingers. Joe knew he was ready and worked his cock inside. He loved watching his pale cock slowly sink inside Evan’s darker skinned hole. He built up speed as Evan got used to his cock but would jab his cock to spear Evan’s chute with his piercing and hopefully give a new way for his bug to invade Evan’s body. The bed was rocking as the four guys fucked into their bottoms. There were whimpers, grunts, moans and the occasional coherent word yelled out. Raphi was the first to shoot, followed by Kyle. Ken was enjoying Patrick’s hole but when Patrick started milking his cock with his ass muscles it didn’t take long before Ken pulled all the way out, slammed back in and unleashed his cum into his boss’s cunt. He growled with each shot that pumped inside, surprising just about everyone in the room. Joe was last, letting Ken finish and pull out. He liked having guys watch him fuck and he really wanted to impress this group. He hammered Evan until Evan was just yelling out “fuck fuck fuck” over and over. He slammed in, ground his hips against Evan’s ass and then let his balls pump their poison into Evan’s battered hole. He leaned over Evan’s back, his cock still firmly planted deep inside, and kissed Evan’s neck. As his cock softened, Joe pulled out and backed away. Ken leaned down and licked the cum dripping out of Patrick’s cunt and then moved over and did the same to Evan. He stood up and said “Damn, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever done!” Raphi turned to Kyle and said “Thanks for the help. My ass is yours whenever you want it.” Joe walked up behind Ken and whispered “I want your ass and cock before we go home.” Patrick stood up, cum dripping down his leg. “Lets get cleaned up and meet down in the lobby in a half an hour and get some food. Dress casual or slutty casual. The work week is over.”

[Above: A picture of me in March 2013, immediately after taking a raw load deep in my pozzed-up cumhole.] I wasn't always a cumpig. Throughout my 20s, I was extremely careful to use condoms all the time, even in committed relationships. But when I was about 25, I discovered bareback porn, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen: these guys freely gave up their asses to raw tops, BEGGING for loads, celebrating cum instead of fearing it. Bareback porn felt dangerous and intense and exactly right. Soon enough, I was on the local phone chatline, talking to guys who told me all about the world of poz pigs: bugchasers, giftgivers, conversion parties. I began posting profiles on bareback hookup sites, but only as a top -- that was my compromise, my attempt to play with fire from a safe distance. But every time I had my raw dick buried in a jockpig's beautiful wide-open boybutt, I'd see the blissed-out look on his face, his muscular legs spread wide to reveal his hungry faggot cumhole. And after pounding his guts full of my DNA, I'd feel that total sense of connection as I pulled my cum-covered cock from his hole, tiny strings of jizz connecting my raw dick with his pulsing, hungry, dripping cunt. Of course, I wasn't content to live vicariously through those bottom pigs. I wanted to BE them. I finally began living the life of an unapologetic bareback pig in 2007 -- the same weekend I moved to San Francisco. It was mid-July and I was looking for a hookup online. I found a hot couple (one top, one vers); the top wanted to watch his boyfriend take raw dick. I volunteered and headed their way. When I arrived, I was happy to see that they were even hotter than their pictures. Both were in their 30s; the top, Jake, had a square jaw, wolfish eyes, and a tuft of chest hair sticking out from the neck of his T-shirt. His boyfriend, Trey, was a few years younger, clean-shaven and very preppy-looking. It was clear from their tight T-shirts that they had some seriously hot bodies under their clothes. I sat down on their couch, all of us still fully dressed. After a little bit of small talk, there was an awkward pause. Then Jake said to me, "So -- do you party?" I shook my head. "No, I've never done that." He glanced over at Trey, then back at me. "Well -- would you like to try it?" "It's no big deal either way," Trey said to me, doing his best to be as nonchalant as possible. "This stuff just makes you feel a little more horny, that's all." I shrugged. "Sure, I guess," I said. Jake flashed a little half-smile, then grabbed a pipe from a desk drawer. He put the pipe up to my lips, lit it, and told me to wait until his command. Then, when smoke began emerging from the top of the pipe, he told me to begin inhaling slowly. It was a very big hit -- he had me inhaling for a long time, and the cloud that came out of my mouth was thick and solid white -- but he registered disappointment. "That wasn't a very big one," he said. "Let's try one more." Then another. All three hits were administered under the pretense that they were too tiny to be effective. But after that third hit, I sat back, rubbed my crotch, and immediately began squirming on the sofa, feeling a strange, restless need to be naked and feel Jake's muscular, hairy body rubbing up against mine. Jake was watching me closely, nodding while he growled under his breath. "You can take your clothes off, Ben," he said, smiling that half-smile again. "Just get naked. Show off for me. You feeling good?" [Above: A picture of me taken immediately after returning from a hotel party, where I took two loads in my pighole.] I nodded. In fact, I had NEVER felt so good. As I took off my shirt and pants, Jake pulled his dick out of his pants and picked up the pipe again. His 8.5" cock was the perfect instrument for pounding another man into submission -- fat, slightly curved upward, with a mushroom head that was already dripping precum. This amazing tool, hard and glistening, bounced up and down as Jake hit the pipe. He blew the smoke into my mouth, then began running his hands all over my body. "How do your nips feel?" he asked. "They're tingling," I said. He laughed. "Yeah, they sometimes do that when you're fucked up. And how does this feel?" He ran his fingers lightly between my balls and my hole, causing me to gasp. No man's touch had ever felt this amazing. My legs immediately spread to give him easier access to a spot I never knew existed. Jake grinned again. "Nice, Ben. You ever get fucked?" "Sometimes," I said between shivering breaths, his fingers still brushing against my perineum. "Not often." "Well, you certainly look like you're in the mood for some dick," he said. "Do you want my dick inside you?" I answered with a nod. "No," he said, "Nodding isn't good enough. I asked if you wanted my dick inside you. I need to hear what you want." "I want your dick inside me," I said. "Good boy," he replied. Then a pause. "You read our profile, so you must be aware that we only fuck raw," he continued. "Did you know that?" I nodded. "I need to hear it," he said. "I know you only fuck raw." "And once I'm inside this sweet little fuckhole, I will not pull out. Period. Do you understand?" "I understand." Another pause as he continued to brush his fingers around the perimeter of my hole, my legs stretching further and further back as the Tina gave me a hunger for sex like I'd never known. "Now, unless I'm mistaken, I think your profile said that you're negative," he said. "Is that true?" A long pause. I didn't want to answer, because I was afraid that if I told him the truth, he might send me home out of concern for my health. But something about the situation -- his seductive tone, his dripping dick, his half-smile -- told me that I could be honest. "Yes, it's true," I said. "I was tested last week, and I'm still negative." "So you must be aware that the two of us are positive. Right?" "Yeah, I know you're poz." "And you still want me to fuck you?" I couldn't answer at first. All I could feel were those fingers teasing my partied-up fuckhole. "Yes," I finally said. "I still want you to fuck me." "Raw." "Yes, raw." "With our poz cocks, our poz precum, our toxic seed?" "Yes, poz." He grabbed both sides of my head, and drew me close to him so that we were looking directly into each others' eyes. "Tell me what you want, Ben. I know you've been keeping this a secret for a long time, but your secret's safe with me. And you can't get what you want until you tell me exactly what you're craving right now." "Poz seed," I choked out. I couldn't believe I was saying this, and yet I'd never been so turned on in my life. "You want poz seed blasted inside this sweet little neg fuckhole?" "Yes." "Good boy. Repeat after me: 'Please poz me, Jake.'" "Please poz me, Jake." "Louder, boy." "PLEASE POZ ME, JAKE." "Good. I'm so proud of you, Ben." He slapped my ass. "Now I think you need to go jump in the shower. You know what you're about to become? You're about to become a true bottom. Do you know what that means?" "No." "A true bottom," he said, "doesn't let fear get in the way of his top's dick. A true bottom freely surrenders his hungry fuckhole, spreads it wide for the man splitting him in half. Poz or neg, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is for the bottom to serve his top man like a good bottom should. It's all about embracing your role as a hot, muscular, hungry jockhole, existing solely to please pig tops. Is that what you want to be -- a true bottom? A bottom pig?" "Yes, please. Please make me a true bottom." At that moment, I saw his fat dick twitch, then ooze a heavy stream of precum onto the floor. Jake's half-smile was now a wide-open, evil grin. "Go shower up, boy," he said. "I can't wait to blast your insides full of my poz seed." MORE SOON...

This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. ****************************************************** My 18 year cousin Joey came to the city from some small town to stay with us for the summer. Yeah, I kinda knew he was gay for a while before I asked him, just from the way I saw him checking out guys when he thought nobody was watching. Nobody else noticed- I saw it though. Rudy, an older neighbor, a real sleaze, especially caught his attention. Rudy is older, about 55, drop dead sexy,a real daddy type. And a big time leather top- I've seen him in action time and time again at the baths. Barebacking is his thing, especially with the newbies who somehow wander into the baths out of curiosity. They always end up leaving with more than they bargained for- Rudy is as POZ as he is hot. He and I are pretty good friends,the two gay guys in the neighborhood. We often go out to the clubs and to the baths afterwards. He tells me hot stories of his exploits. I decided to invite Joey to come out with us one night. When I asked Rudy if it would be okay if Joey came out with us his face lit up like a Christmas tree. Joey didn't stand a chance. Rudy had seen him just yesterday in his tight jean shorts when we were washing the car and said his dick went immediately hard. Poz tops can be very determined to get what they want and almost always do. Very aggressive. The thrill of turning my naive cousin out was too exciting to resist. When I invited him and said Rudy was coming, he said,"You mean that dude next door? That hot guy? Hell yeah. I want to come!" He thought he knew it all. Like he was so mature or something. Excellent. I immediately ran down the mental checklist of things I'd needed to bring: jockstrap, check; poppers, check; blindfold, check. Booty bump, call Rico and arrange to pick one up later, as well as a joint sprinkled with tina. By the way, the blindfold is Rudy's specialty. So it looked like everything was in order and we'd have everything we'd need for the adventure on Friday. You should have seen Joey when Rudy got in the car with us Friday night. He was a little disappointed that we weren't going dancing like we had planned, but just going out "to a club" instead. The sooner we get there, the more pozzing we could do, Rudy wisely pointed out. We had already had drinks at the house- a rare treat for Joey. He was on his way. "Here, take a puff of this, Joey," Rudy said as he smiled that handsome smile and passed the laced joint to my cousin. Joey was so much in awe of the sexy older man and got so instantly high when the tina in the joint hit him like a freight train, he didn't even notice that he was the only one smoking. I smiled over to Rudy and passed him a small plastic bag containing a travel size jar of vaseline and two booty bumps. (Rico is good to his repeat clientele.) Joey was flying pretty high and barely noticed Rudy pulling down his underwear enough in his jeans to lube up his tight asshole and insert one and then another pleasure ball. Joey didn't even know where he was. Luckily we were already in the parking lot of the baths and the staff were all my friends - I did work here for six years, after all, and even after I quit I became a regular guest. My friend Brian at the door just shook his head and smiled as we helped Joey in. "At it again, eh? Take number 11- It's still kind of quiet, it's early." We wasted no time stripping Joey down and putting the jock stap on him. Such a beautiful butt, accented perfectly with the tight strap. Next, Rudy had the honor of putting the blindfold on him- Joey was so out of it, he thought it was some cool game. Rudy, meanwhile, lubed up his eight inch dick, rock hard from the viagra he takes before hitting the baths, and I held the poppers steadily under Joey's nose, closing one nostil, then the other, hearing him groan loudly and then actually yell as the big dickhead speared his tight boy pussy. "Yell all you want, Joey. You're at a bath house. You're probably turning someone on." And he was. The guy at the open door stroking his dripping dick said, "I get him next." I knew that guy. He was one of those lanky HIV+ sleazes who frequent this place. "He's all yours, man," I said with an approving nod. Joey was working his hips up and down the best he could to meet the butt fucking Rudy mercilessly plowed into him. He was so high on the tina, so horny, all that mattered was getting fucked. His dick, limp but dripping precum, let me know it overtook his body. He was just a sex pig awaiting his breeding like all the other sexpig bottoms in the bathhouse. And then, squirt after squirt of POZ cum erupted from the tip of Rudy's giant dick in the boy's asshole and I bent down to whisper in his ear, "Good boy. You're taking it like a champ! I'm proud of you!" His cumhole was so wet and dripping poz juice. It was a beautiful sight. It was the icing on the cake when I whispered my further instructions and the blindfolded Joey complied, yelling, "THANK YOU! THANK YOU FOR YOUR GIFT,SIR!!" The guy at the door laughed at the pathetically high performance and moved closer to assume his place at the kid's ass. By the time the club really got into full swing, Joey started crying from all the dick he was getting. His butt was red and sore looking. Poor guy. Still, he set something of a record lying there in a pool of strangers' cum, wearing his enticing tight jockstrap. I counted 34 'donors'. After each insemination Joey repeated "Thank you. Thank you." He was transformed into a cum pig, thanking every possibly poz fucker for his gift. I can hardly wait for the day when all three of us take another ride together, but this time to an HIV clinic and Joey gets some very important test results. I won't be able to mask my delight when he converts. Rudy says he'll take him into the bathroom right there at the clinic and fuck him bareback when he is confirmed positive. And then he wants to take him directly to the tattoo parlour owned by his buddy so Joey can get a nice biohazard tattoo on his butt. I doubt it will take too long, judging from all the loads he took that night.

I had been barebacking with a group of friends for a few years before I made a trip to New Orleans in 2008. I was part of a group of powerline men that would be working in the area for a couple months so I knew I had to make a few contacts for man sex, at least on the weekends. My first trip to the French Quarter was pretty tame and nothing happended. I was afraid I would be jacking off until I could get home and hookup with my regular boys. It was about 11 pm on a Saturday night when I noticed a 20-ish black stud crossing the street just ahead of me. I had just parked my motorcycle and was starting down the sidewalk. The thing I noticed first was his knee-high engineer boots with this jeans tucked inside. I wear mine that way when I ride my bike so I called out, "Nice boots, dude." He turned and grinned as he saw mine and came over to say hi. I asked him if he rode motorcycles too, but he said he just liked the look and feel of boots. I said I agreed and noticed he was watching my crotch as I scratched it once and a while. "You should get out of those jeans," he suggested and gave me a knowing look. Since I have not been in the habit of picking up guys for a while, I was a little slow jumping on the chance for a hookup. "Yeah, I guess," was all I could think of at the time. Fortunately, he was more familiar with pickups off the street than I was and he laughed and asked me straight out if I was interested in dropping by his place for a drink or two. I jumped at the chance this time and said let's do it. He lived about three blocks away so we talked while we made our way through the night. As we walked, I began to have second thoughts about the whole thing, but my cock was in super horny mode so I kept up the pace. The first thing I remember seeing as I entered his apartment was a picture of two nude guys making out above his sofa. "Yeah, that's nice," I said as I admired his taste in art. It was not long at all before we began to mimic the action in the picture and we both had our shirts off pretty quick. He had a shaved head with a sideburns. His body was long and lean and had a completely smooth chest. We exchanged kisses as we both felt each other's crotch and I began to work at my belt buckle while he was working on his jeans. We both stopped to pull off our boots and get the jeans out of the way for good. Neither of us had underwear on so we were soon both hard and making out again. I fully intended to suck cock and play around a little bit before calling it a night since I had never done bareback with a complete stranger. His phone rang (why does that always happen during hot sex?). He kept watching me suck his tits while he spoke on the phone. He asked if I minded if a friend of his came over and I said no problem. He asked if I partied with anything beyond liquor and I asked him what he had. He got out some Tina and we both starting hitting up. I had never been so horny before and knew all bets were off when it came to what we were going to do sexually. We moved into a 69 and his big cock slid down my throat until I could feel his cock ring on my lips. I had always been proud of my abiity to deep throat and it sure came in handy that night. He loved being sucked and he played with my cock and balls while I worked his cock into a huge hardon. While I sucked his, he moved his attention to my cunt which was open for his fingers and tongue. I felt one and then two fingers penetrate my hole while his tongue kept circling my wet cunt while his fingers went deeper. There was no way I was going to say no to a good fuck at this point and he seemed to know it. His pre-cum tasted great and I was surprised how much he produced without cuming. "You want to fuck?" he asked looking up from my ass crack. "Sure," was all I could manage before slupping up his cock again. He moved me on my back and rolled up my ass in the air. I put my legs over his shoulders and looked into his face as he slapped my crack a few times with his cock. "Ever bareback?" he asked. "All the time, man," I replied as he began to slip it slowing up my hole. It went beyond the limit of any cock I had had in my ass and I began to moan as he pushed deeper. My own cock was fully erect and I could not believe the great sensation I was feeling from his manhood up in my hole. He was clearly beyond the second ring. "Fuck me," was all I could moan at this point and he began to slowly move in and out while rolling me up further on my back. He fucked me for a while before pulling up and turning me over. He slid in easier this time and his thrusts were harder and more frequent. After a while he pulled out and walked over and pulled on his boots. "Need better traction, dude," he said as he came back for some more. I took the break to pull on my engineer boots and threw them up in the air so he had a clear shot at my wet cunt. We fucked until I could feel him tense just before he blew his load. His slow stroked into my ass for a while and I could feel the slicky wet all over my crack as my hole leaked his seed. The timing of his friend was pretty good this time as the door bell rang just as he pulled out. His friend turned out to be another young black stud and he was clearly interested in our action. He started to strip while the first stud and I went back to business. "Want your ass fucked?" I asked as I rolled him on his back and slipped my tongue into his mouth. He did not resist as I slid down to inspect his hole and see what I was going to fuck. He was tight and he tensed up as I slid my finger up inside. He was super tight so I was anxious to get inside to feel that hole wrapped around my cock. I licked his entire crack and tasted his sweat from fucking me. We did another hit on Tina and then I had to have him. I slowly slid my cock up his ass, but had to pull out a couple times when the pain was too much. I am very thick so I knew I would have to take my time on his tight ass. My own cunt was leaking jizz down my crack as I pushed into his hole and finally got up inside. I pushed my tongue into his month at the same time and he suddenly began to kiss with passion. I started out fucking slow and then began to take advantage of my boots by digging in and really fucking him. I was so turned on by his fuck as well as the sensation on my cock in his hole that I blew after only 5-to minutes. I stayed inside and kept fucking. He wrapped his legs around my bare ass and I could feel the leather of his boots pulling me inside him. He began to use a toe of one of his boots to push my crack apart and explore my wet hole. I could feel the toe of his boot on my cunt as I continued to fuck him. My cum was great lube and I never lost my hardon. I dumped one more load after about 20 minutes and then collasped onto his chest. In the meantime, his buddy had stripped and was hard. He clearly wanted my hole and I could feel him exploring my wet cunt as I laid on top of his friend. Finally i felt the head of of cock pushing apart my hole and he began to push inside. He was thicker than his friend and longer too. I estimated his cock at a good 10" plus and he was obviously ready for action. I felt my cock growing again inside of the first black stud while my ass got pounded. I started to pump slowly while we kept making out and I knew I was going for my third load of the night. After a while, the stud on top of me started to tense and breath hard so I knew he was close. "Do it, fucker, " I said as he picked up the speed and finally unloaded inside me. All three of us were covered in sweat, but felt great. His buddy took out his camera phone and we posed for a few shots. We spent the rest of the night makiing out and slipping in an occasional cock before exchanging names, phone numbers and the best times to call. My weekends were full for the rest of my stay and I still am in contact with two of the best fucks I have ever had. Not only was I sold on huge black cock, I was sold on bareback encounters where ever I find them.

It was late and I was drunk and horny as I past an adult video store. I decided that since I struck out at the bar I could at least get my cock drained by some fag in a video booth, hey a mouth is a mouth, right?!? I find an empty booth and lock the door or at least I tried locking the door. No time to waste, I really wanted to bust my nut before going home so I put money in the video machine and pulled out my cock and went to work hoping someone would peek through the hole and ask to suck it. It took a few minutes until I hear some guy telling me I had a really nice cock and how hot it was to watch me stroke. He said he was ready to leave but offered me a little bottle of poppers.......I had never tried poppers but he said it would make my orgasm more intense....... so I took them and tried a few sniffs and started feeling more horny and felt my cock start throbbing. I figured if a little felt good then move would feel better and inhaled very deeply in both nostrils and had to reach above the video monitor to hold the wall so I wouldn't fall over. I couldn't take my eyes off the video of some chick getting fucked from behind by a guy with a big black cock and I moaned as I stroked even faster. I was so wrapped up in this scene that I never heard the door open and some guy coming in until I suddenly feel a hand reaching over my hand and squeezing my cock as his other hand guided the poppers bottle under my nose as he wispers in my ear to breathe in and enjoy the feeling. I was still drunk and really caught in the rush of the poppers so much that I just let it happen. He then removed my hand from my cock and replaced it with his as he guided my hand to his bulging cock and got my started on rubbing it through his pants. He guided the poppers under my nose again and unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and I held it tighter and started enjoying the feel of stroking him. I finally turned around to see he was a black guy with a very hard and big cock. He tells me he can tell I'm super excited and I should follow him to a larger booth and I was about to say no when he really pumped my cock and pushed the poppers back under my nose and I just gave in and inhaled deeply and next thing I know is he is leading me to another booth and everyone is looking at me and smiling when I realize he is still holding my cock as we are walking through the hallway. We get into a larger booth and he asked me if I like the way the poppers make me feel and I just smile and he says he wants to make me feel even better before I blow my load and go home and pulled out a pipe and said I didn't have to but it would feel way better than the poppers and held it up for me and I took it as he flicked the lighter saying to inhale deeply and hold it until he says to exhale. It seemed like an eternity but when I blew out the smoke I got the most intense head rush could barely see or hear anything except how fucking great I felt an then realized why as I was coming down. I looked an saw 2 more guys in the booth with us and they were holding my hands and pumping their cocks through them as the first guy was sucking and stroking my cock. I thought I would lose it right then. One of the other guys asks if I liked how his friend was sucking my cock and if it looks as hot as it feels and I could only moan. Then he said I've gone this far and maybe I should try sucking a cock just to see what it's like and as much as I tried not to let him know how hot that sounded, I let out another moan and he said..... don't think about it as he placed the pipe back in my mouth and this time I needed no encouragement, I quickly inhale deeply and pump the cocks in my hands faster until I lost track of time and what I was doing and when I started gaining control again, they are pushing me to my knees and telling me how much I will love sucking my first cock and pushed my head onto the first guys cock and I couldn't believe how much I wanted to suck it. They kept pushing the poppers under my nose again and again and again and again until it felt like they were touching every part of my body and I was losing control of everything and not even caring. They pulled me away from my cock sucking long enough to kiss me and blow smoke into my mouth and then give me the pipe again and sent my mind into the stratosphere. I feel my face being fucked by this big beautiful black cock and suddenly feel an intense heat inside me and I moan very loudly as this intense heat triggered my cock to explode and I heard one of the guys behind me groaning and grabbing my hips and pumping his load of cum into my now more than willing ass and before I could process what was really happening, the black guy started filling my mouth with his cum and then splashed the last few spurts on my face. I couldn't believe it!!!!!! I hated to admit it but i was in heaven. Just when I thought it was all over, the third guy asked if I wanted more and all I could say was: yes, but get me fucked up again and when you're finished, leave the door open when go...............

As I approached the beautiful shore house, the front door of which had been left slightly ajar, I pretty much knew how this was going to go down. I entered the foyer and had begun to climb the stairs to the bedroom when I heard a voice from the living room. "In here!" Well, this was different. I had been fucking this couple for over a year. I found them on a4a when I was living on the Jersey Shore (not the TV Jersey Shore, the nice Jersey Shore). They were a committed couple in their mid forties, both in good shape and in their relationship. Tom (6'0, 240, Beefy Built Daddy) was the top and Jerry (5'8, furry otter build) was the total bottom. Turned out, Tom has a versatile side and while they rarely played with others, when they did it was a top who would fuck them while they were on all fours side by side. When Tom saw my profile pic: He knew he had to have it deep in his ass and he couldn't wait to see me deep dicking Jerry. Tom set up everything, pursued me aggressively, and offered me one thing to which I couldn't say no: two piggy bottoms with great asses (one furry and round, one meaty and muscular) both of which wanted to take my raw cock. After the first session, during which I blew two loads in Jerry and one in Tom, I could tell that they both loved it, but Tom was clearly especially hooked. When for the first time I slid in balls-deep into Tom's hole, a wild look crossed his face, a look that was reflected in the floor to ceiling mirror on one of the bedroom walls and they faced, side by side, on all fours, so they could watch themselves (and each other) being used. Anyhow, when, on the occasion I first entered Tom's tight hole, he moaned in ecstasy, his eyes locked on mine. His hole opened up but his ass remained tightly wrapped around my shaft as each inch slid deeper in his guts. I sensed when the curvature of my cock dragged across his prostate, particularly as his ass juices went into overdrive, which left his hole amply lubed. Tom never broke his stare with me, and I almost forgot that Jerry was there as we locked eyes and I really got into a good fucking rhythm. Every once in awhile, I drove myself in deep and intentionally hard to pop in a bit deeper and really open him up. Tom gasped in pleasure only to growl two words through his heavy moaning and breathing, "Breed me." After I'd dumped my first load in Tom's guts, we tag teamed Jerry until he got one of Tom's loads and two of mine and his bottom sensibilities were completely satisfied. He quickly ran off to the shower and smiled at Tom as he said, "show our guest out, Tom. And make sure he knows the way. He'll definitely be back." As Tom took me to the door, he stopped me and kissed me, long and deep. As we were kissing, I reached around and smacked his ass and both cheeks in my large hand and he moaned into my mouth. We stopped kissing with a small, semi-awkward laugh and Tom looked at me. "Here's my number. We have to do that again. Us - you and me." He gave me a very satisfied smile, and I took my cue and left. A week went by and I'd only fucked only one new bottom, who was a bit of a disappointment, so needless to say I was horny as fuck. Tom texted me on Friday afternoon asking "Hey, what are you up to, stud?" "Just got home from work, just about to eat, why?" "Want to eat my ass and then breed it?" I stared at the text as my cock began to harden. "Should I head over to your place?" "No," Tom replied. I was confused until he sent, "Send address. I'm coming to you." I quickly began to clean up my place, horny and excited at the thought of fucking Tom...and Jerry, right? He didn't say. Tom showed up alone. Within 30 seconds of stepping into the house, he was on his knees and my cock was deep down his throat. Ten minutes later I had Tom on the sofa on his knees bent over the back looking out the window and moaning like a bitch as I tongue- fucked his hot daddy hole. His "mostly top" daddy hole, I thought as I spread his cheeks and darted my tongue around the edges of his hole before driving my tongue deep and letting my beard tickle and scratch his exposed ass crack and cheeks. I handed Tom a bottle of poppers and smiled suggesting "Take a big hit, Daddy, 'cuz I'm about to breed your ass and claim it as my hole." "You already claimed it when I first felt that cockhead swell as you dumped your seed in me. That cock is amazing, boy. Give it to Daddy." So that became the norm. Once a month or so I was at Tom and Jerry's place fucking them senseless (always making sure that Jerry got more loads that Tom, if only to make Tom crave it more)...and about once a week, Tom was sneaking over to my place or I was going to his while Jerry was working and putting loads in his ass. Tom was texting me daily, taking pics of his ass and sending them to me, wearing jocks to work and sending me pics to entice me to let him come over. I had a couple other bottoms that I fucked here and there to keep things fresh, the occasional random bottom to try out a new hole (who doesn't love breeding a new butt for the first time?!) but Tom was my regular, steady cumdump. I loved filling him up knowing that he went home and his partner had no idea he had just been ass up on my bed a few miles away spreading his ass cheeks and begging for my load. He was a top at home, but that top was my bottom cumdump. So when I arrived at Tom and Jerry's place to breed Tom (knowing Jerry was out of town) I was surprised to be going into the living room. I'd never been in any room in the house other than the upstairs master bedroom and master bathroom. I entered the living room and immediately my cock thicken in my pants as I saw Tom sitting naked on their L-shaped couch. "Thought we'd try something a little different this time. Why don't you get naked, take a seat here on the couch and let me get my mouth on that thick cock. We have time. Let's enjoy ourselves. I know it was only a different location in their house, but sitting on their couch as Tom was on his knees between my legs slobbering and deep throating I was really fucking turned on. Tom was licking my balls now and I slid down the couch a bit, really giving him room to get in there and worship my nuts. Then Tom's tongue darted lower, leaving my balls behind as he took his hands and put them on my legs, going to raise my legs in the air, exposing my butt. I resisted for a moment and thought 'I'm a total top--I don't do things with my ass. Hell, no one's even licked my ass before and I, well, I should stop him. I mean, I'm a total top'. And then I looked down between my legs at the man who was a total top (except when he was giving up his hole to me to breed and seed), and I saw Tom's thick cock, a cock I've watched fuck and breed Jerry many times - well, almost involuntarily I lifted my legs, allowing Tom to place them on his shoulders. Tom flashed a devilish, hungry grin as he looked me in the eyes then looked back at my butt. He leaned forward, his tongue already escaping his lips. Well, it was clear this was going to be a new experience. Stay tuned for Part II

For those who read my blogs here, you know I like to have adventures when on the road. This week started with a quick trip to the ATL. As expected, I did all my pre-travel leg work scoping out the men and placed I would be most likely to get that itch scratched prior to my arrival. Upon arrival, I put an ad on BBRT and worked through the local men on the aps. As luck would have it, there was a guy staying in the same hotel. Lucky me, right?? He was early fifties and sexually frustrated, as his wife no longer puts out. I was more than willing to ride his 8 inch cock for two loads. As soon as he was out the door, two guys I had found as part of my pre-travel homework, were ready to can over. One guy was nothing special, but added to the mix really quickly. The third guy was a tall lean swimmer. He had gorgeous blonde hair, and was instantly rock hard as soon as I licked his shaved asshole. We fucked in a few positions, but he was whining that he was ready to shoot so soon. It was fine with me, as that's my favorite part of being a bottom...taking loads! Later that evening I visited FLEX Atlanta...all I can say is what a disappointment. I jacked a few guys, but no one wanted to fuck or cum! I did let one guy fuck me while another just watched. He was young black man with a monster cock...felt awesome pushing the seed deeper into my loaded hole. After my appointments the next day, I resumed the hunt. I connected with a handsome latino man from Ecuador...that was first. I love latinos, but never had one form Ecuador. Really nice fuck with his 7 inch uncut meat. With my hole lubed with cum, I decided to take a trip to a local adult store that offers a video arcade. This was a first for me. Upon entering the arcade, the dark room was crowded with me and it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. All I could think was so many men, so little time. After getting the lay of the land, I took a position in a booth and sucked down a few loads of cum.....cant recall if it was 3 or 4, as one guy didn't get off. I had worked up a sweat, and decided to go outside to cool off. As I put my hand on the door to leave, a handsome muscle cub walked in. What a specimen....of course I changed my mind on leaving. I watched him for a few, then took the booth opposite of his. With in a few minutes, here comes his beautiful pecker through the glory hole. I sucked him a for awhile then he motioned for me to pass my cock through the hole. I obliged, although head does nothing for me. When he came up for air, I bent down and ask him if he fucked. He said yes, and I dropped my pants and assumed the position, pressing my furry hole against the glory hole. He penetrated and went to work. A few minutes in, he asked me to come to his booth so he could, and I quote, "hit it better!" Fuck I love when a top tells me what he wants! Once in his stall we fuck for awhile, making all kinds of noise, and I could see a few different faces in the GH opposite the booth watching us. I wanted his load, but he wasn't anywhere close. We paused to kiss and jack a little. I was rock hard making out with this muscled up fur ball, so I asked him if he wanted my cock. He said sure, but wasn't sure how prepared he was. At this point, animal lust had kicked in and I didn't care. I plunged right into his tight ass. As soon as I was in him, I could tell...I want to breed this stud! It was an amazing fuck, and I flooded his hole, feeling his ass grip my cock as he blow a huge load all over the seat in the booth. We cleaned a little, and separated. By this time, it was getting late, so I called for an Uber and waited. As I exited the building, I could see him in the parking lot. I spoke and thanked him and we exchanged numbers...I want that cock and ass again, and who knows when I will show up in Atlanta! So, to close out a long story, if you are ever in the ATL, I highly recommend SOUTHER NIGHTS ADULT VIDEO. It was the highlight of my trip! Count it up...10 loads in 2 days. Thank you men of Atlanta!

I’m 51, not bad looking for my age. Used to be very handsome, still get a lot if msgs by guys attracted to me looks-wise, only to ghost me when I say I’m btm. I am masculine, proportional weight and height: short story I would fuck me, but that’s the point- seems nobody else will No, I am not picky. I message any seemingly compatible man over 30, and guys older than me regularly. I purposely avoid men who are way above my league not wanting to set myself up for failure I am always polite and respectful, never needy or pushy, available and willing to listen to any top and his requirements/mood Obviously I’m doing something very wrong - or is it just absurd that I would expect anyone to want to fuck me way past my gay sell by date? Any ideas? Suggestions? Even commiserations and condolences are welcome, because I am kinda losing the plot and hustlers are way too pricey thanks for reading, and if I breach any community standards I apologize, it wasn’t my intention and feel free to delete this post

Its been a while and most of the time its while I am sucking dick... would love to get more on screen.

Dont get down hearted Guys seem to want the younger guys yes l agree but hang in there im over 50 a big chubby lad who had just lost a lot of weight so i look like a deflated balloon ( that is the Doctors own words) offered to travel and meet guys no response even went to the local sauna but no joy plenty of guys but not classed as been pretty enough lol or young enough Searched other websites trying to find a guy to find a guy then a guy messaged me who i thought was out of my league but hey we hit it off well arranged a meet and boy had a great time, We now meet once a month hes just left and boy what a session im full to bursting with his juices of all kinds in both holes and as he he was leaving just said god i wished i found you years ago and the best bit he said he had a few mates who he would like to introduce me to if i was willing to be used in that senario and then to top it all said one of the mates was poz by this point i couldnt contain my smile and he cud tell i was interested so hes now looking to arrange a few meets for me with him in attendance So hang in there it is worth it and im sure you will meet a great guy too

Damn you made my day! Payback is a bitch! Way to go! Your such a fantastic writer! Bravo! I can’t wait to see how this story continues, thanks for writing this and everything you have written I have enjoyed it all!?

That's something that amuses me to no end. I get tops with "safe only" in their profile message me and tell me they only use condoms, and when I point out my screen name, about half of them give the "oh, maybe just this once" excuse and ask if I'm really willing to bareback.

Was a very good weekend. Thursday night a regular fb was supposed to come by at 10pm but didn't make it or even message me. A young guy had messaged me a couple days earlier and had sent me a new message that night so I invited him over because i was stood up by my fb. He was a young vietnamese guy. He was handsome. and very horny. he fucked my mouth and i got on top and tried to ride him bare but he resisted. He asked me for a condom and I said I didn't have any. I had some but didn't feel like fucking with them. I was trying to get him to fuck me bare. I did manage to get the head in but he started to get worried so I quickly hoped off and sucked out a nice tasty load. He left. Then another regular fb shot me a message. He wanted to kiss and cuddle. I walked to his place, about a 10 minute walk. He is very hairy and sexy. Indian fellow. Great kisser. Beautiful cock. I kissed and sucked him in the dark and then got on top and rode his cock for about 10 minutes and he shot a nice big load inside me. Walked home. Friday night I entertained another reg fb. Hadn't seen him in a while. He fucks so good. Perfect breeding guy. Loves to fill my ass with his cum. We fucked and fucked and he planted a beautiful load in my hole. Saturday, I was walking to the gym in the afternoon. A guy messages me on Grindr. He's 4 blocks away. Says he wants a blowjob. I get his address and go to his place. He lets me in. The place is dark. I got on my knees and pulled out his dick. Nice big thick cock. He's black or latino. It's hard to tell it was so dark. I sucked him and he shot in my mouth after 10 minutes. I hit the road and get another message on Grindr from an hispanic guy. He's horny and wants a blow too. He's also a few blocks away. I make my way to his place. He lets me up. In his room he sits back in his bed. I pull his briefs down and suck his cock hard. 5 minutes later he's shooting his cum in my mouth. Yay! Left and went on my way to the gym. After the workout I'm walking and get hit up by this 22 yr old college boy. He's horny. He's not far away too. He invites me over and I get there and we get busy. He;s cute as fuck. Loves to kiss and suck. We played for about 20 minutes and then I had to leave as it was getting late. It was a great 3 days.

"The moment of truth was at hand as Greg and I unbuckled each other's belts and undid the buttons on the 501s we both wore. 'It'll be less awkward if we remove our own pants, so let's do it on the count of three! One, two, three!' My pants hit the floor in a flash and a second later, Greg's followed. Grabbing him around the waist, I pretty much threw the 2 of us on the bed. As we lay side by side, it was obvious Greg wasn't kidding about having obscene overhang. Barely visible beneath his thick shroud of foreskin, a drop of precum appeared on his cockhead. Impressive at over 9 inches, his shaft was heavily veined, his hairy balls the size of limes and his bush was thick and wild. 'Obscene overhang and all, your cock is amazingly beautiful! Do you know what makes your cock amazingly beautiful? It's because you're an amazingly beautiful man, so everything about you is amazingly beautiful!' 'Using your standards, you're a sexy, hot men with a sexy, hot cock and I'm looking forward to having it balls deep in my ass!' 'You will, but not before you fuck me and give me your 6 month load! Right now, I need to feel your mouth on mine, so at the risk of being rude, shut up and kiss me!' Parting his lips with my tongue, Greg and I kissed eagerly and passionately, holding nothing back. Greg caressed my chest, kneading and gently pinching my nipples, while I stroked his face. Both of our cocks were leaking precum as I moved my hands down Greg's back. When my hands came to rest on his fuzzy buttcheeks, I reluctantly broke the kiss. 'I need to eat your sweet ass! Sit on my face!' My buttlust had kicked into overdrive."

Pozbtm, When you can take his cock in your mouth or ass, only then you know he’s quite serious about playing raw. I’ve met enough guys who’ve promised me heaven but really don’t show up or put out. Oink, rawbro!

Yes to 2nd, 3rd and 4th choices! It’s such a turn on for me to get filmed. Most guys don’t include faces but love to see play back of me taking raw cock. One night after taking multiple loads I video’d my wrecked ass spewing cum out. I fantasize about being secretly video’d and randomly finding it on a amateur porn site.

I think @latinocumwhore1 should offer to take some of us (me particularly) there and show us around...probably end up with a few loads in his hole before we leave.

Love showing off my pig hole and inviting others to join in , gang up on me tucking pump and dump in my kunt or down my throat. Love the split fucks .

Last Friday I was tired (but horny) after leaving work and decided to check out Peeps Too on the way home. I mentioned in one of my previous posts about the gorgeous thick cock who started making fucking noises as soon as I started sucking him, and he was there again. Hey, I may not recognize faces, but I can recognize the cocks I like. He started thrusting as soon as he was in my mouth, and this time I didn't do the whole playing about with dragging him up and down my crack, I just stood up and started pushing back onto him. I was a little too dry to begin with unfortunately -- not that this stopped either of us -- but between his precum and me fingering more lube onto his cock and around my hole while he was fucking me, it became a little less of a struggle for him to move in me. The load he gave me was hot -- as in it felt like it was steaming in my guts and was going to sizzle when it dripped out of my hole -- and he pulled back and wiped himself off while I was catching my breath. I leaned over and and said thank you while I was fingering the load in my hole, and he replied with "thank you" before he left. So he's got a great cock, he barebacks, he has a good amount of stamina, he shoots big (and tasty) loads, and he's polite. Now that's what I call an anonymous keeper. I rather hope to see/feel him again sometime.

Awesome story! I`m sure this is going to be continued and I`m looking forward to reading more!

I have this very hot fantasy too, love it when the top starts it and I agree and wish it so much, he usually cums and I admit he impregnatred me

Fuck and fist party last night. 22 guys, 3 slings, lots of piss and cum. Swallowed a big load of piss from a hot hung top, then he opened my hole and got it ready for the rest of the night. Took 6 cocks and 2 loads. And more piss.

thats how it is for us true cumdumps.the sluttiest of the sluttiest faggots. we were born to take raw cocks and loads from any and all horny men that like using pussyboys to get themselves off. i find that like you the more guys that fuck me bareback and cum inside me the more i want. its never enough for whores like us. i often take 30-40 loads in a weekend night at the bathhouse and over 20 most other times and im still hungry for loads when i leave. even on gay pride weekend when its crazy in there and my hole is destroyed i still want cock.thats what makes us such good cumdumpsters. we need it. i can lay on that fuckbench and blindfolded in the public sling all night taking anonymous loads from stranger after stranger and still need more.i usually dont see the men who fuck me so i usually have no idea what colour they are. (somtimes its obvious,specially if a black breeder speaks to me or kisses me while fucking me but most guys dont even talk to me.just fuck me then leave)true cumholes like us are a special breed

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.

I start with high standards , but by the end of the night I can be supprised what I’ll fuck ,if I’m horny enough.

Perhaps, they want to eat your loads? Swallowing cum is a huge turn-on for me.

Part 72 - Planting Seeds Warning: Rough Sex ahead --------------- The plane landed and it woke Joe up when the wheels hit the runway. He and Kyle got their luggage and met Jaime to get their car and head back home. The drive back to their apartment went a little faster without the frequent rest area stops - Joe and Kyle needed to give their cocks and holes a good rest. They walked into the apartment and dropped everything in their bedroom and passed out on the bed. Hours later, Joe woke up and took a piss before he wandered into the kitchen for something to drink. Joe sat down and started to look at his to do list. “I wonder what Blaine wanted after all this time” Joe said to himself. He pulled out his escorting phone and typed out a message - “Hi Blaine. Back from break. What’s up?” He waded through all of the emails and text messages he had accumulated since he checked before going to Mexico. A reply came in from Blaine. Blaine: “broke up with bf and want to get together. want to talk too” Joe: “ok. Wed? just got home n need to do a few things b4. 1 or 2 hrs?” Blaine: “2 or 3. bro will be there too” Joe: “uh. ok. He over 18?” Blaine: “lol, yes” Joe: “when? has to be after classes” Blaine: “btw 3 & 10pm?” Joe: “4pm ok? same place?” Blaine: “4 good. yes” Joe was torn. He really liked Blaine. His life had been hard and he imagined it couldn’t be easy being a gay farmer, but he seemed to be doing ok. He thought about it for a while and sent back another message and hoped for the best - “BTW, I’m HIV+ now. Let me know if you want to cancel.” He set the phone down and got worried when he didn’t get an answer back in a few minutes. He answered several more inquiries about hiring him, some he knew were tire kickers that just wanted pictures. One sounded interesting but was down in the city and the commute didn’t make any sense for a one or two hour meeting. The guy found him through one of the few web sites that he listed his true status since the bulk of the people on it were looking for other poz guys or guys to poz them. He had met him once before when the guy was in town near the university and it went well. He thought a moment and then chuckled. He sent a message off to Ric - “want to earn a few bucks?” As Joe was finishing up with the messages another one came in. It was from Blaine over an hour after Joe had sent his “I’m poz” message. Joe breathed deep and opened it up - “thats cool. c u wed.” Joe was relieved. It wouldn’t have been the first time one of his older clients decided to go elsewhere because of his new status. He figured he had gained more clients than he lost though, so it didn’t worry him. Joe leaned back and looked at the wall and noticed that there was a new TV on the stand. A big TV. A fucking big TV. The old 32 inch Black Friday special was replaced with a 65 inch monster. It had to be Steven, since Kyle had been with Joe all week in Cancun. He laughed thinking “porn is almost going to be life-size on that thing.” Wednesday seemed to arrive in no time and Joe finished up his 2PM class and headed home. He showered and cleaned out and made sure his the backpack was stocked with everything he might need. He drove out to the farm and it took a while. He barely remembered how to get there it had been so long, but when he pulled up to the house and saw the pride flag hanging, he knew it was the right one. Blaine was out and proud now. He walked up to the door and knocked and heard “Come on in.” Joe opened the screen door and walked into the living room and saw Blaine naked, seated on the couch and a younger guy, also naked, kneeling between his legs and sucking his cock. “Hi Dave. This is my little brother Carter. It turns out he’s just as gay as I am, maybe more” Blaine said with a laugh. “Get those clothes off and have a seat.” Joe chuckled at Blaine being a lot more assertive than he remembered. He set his bag down next to the couch and took his clothes off quickly. He looked over at Blaine and he looked just like he remembered, but with more muscle. Blaine was about six foot, 210 pounds of broad shouldered farm boy. But he wasn’t really a boy any more. His dirty blond hair was about the same color as his brother’s and their faces were very similar except for the scruff that Blaine usually had in that perpetual 3 to 4 day old beard length. Blaine had a light dusting of dark blond fur on his pecs and a trail down to his thick seven inches of uncut meat. Joe looked down at Carter and could tell he was a slightly smaller version of Blaine. He was only 5 foot 9 and his body had only a trimmed bush and armpit hair. The broad shoulders and muscles were the only things that really took him out of the twink category. Joe sat down next to Blaine with his legs spread wide and his right one pressed against Blaine’s left leg. Carter looked up briefly at him before going back down on Blaine’s cock, slurping and sucking like it was the only nourishment that he would get that day. Joe leaned over kissed Blaine and then squeezed his upper leg. “So, I guess we should talk first as long as your brother is occupied” Joe said. Blaine lightly slapped Carter on the side of the head. “Where’s your manners, can’t you see he’s got a cock that needs sucking?” Blaine asked. “Yes, Sir!” Carter said as he moved over between Joe’s legs, grabbed his cock with a fist and then looked it over. Joe could see that Carter was worried. “Just watch your teeth with the ring and you’ll be OK” Joe said. Carter opened his mouth and took most of it in. He gagged a little when the ring hit his throat but he eventually got all of Joe’s cock in his mouth. “Nice ink” Blaine said. Joe chuckled and said “I doubt you’ve seen all of it. I could say the same to you. It looks pretty new.” Joe held Carter’s head down for several seconds and then let him up. Carter gasped for air and said “Fuck yeah!” “Yeah, we both got tattoos right after Carter’s 18th birthday. He actually got two. A pride flag on his chest and the tribal on his arm. A guy tried to hassle him about the pride one at school, but a bunch of people stood up for my little bro. Anyway, I had heard about your secret through the grapevine. That’s why I called. I’m hoping you’re still toxic and will breed Carter and I.” There was a long pause. “Fuck, dude. You guys sure about this? I’m not on meds and have a pretty high viral load as of 2 weeks ago.” Joe asked. “Yeah we are” Blaine said and Carter pulled off Joe’s cock and said “Yes we are” excitedly and then dove back on Joe’s rigid shaft. Blaine continued “We were at the clinic yesterday to get our results and we’re both still neg. I was planning on you breeding us 3 times and then see what happens. If we don’t get pozzed, we’ll keep doing it until we’ve blown our last neg loads.” “Uh… It sounds like you’ve thought this out. I guess I can give you a bulk rate for that” Joe said and broke out laughing. “Uh, do you guys care who does it? I can get a couple other guys to help out if you want it done quickly.” “Carter doesn’t care. He’s a slut and loves having lots of guys fuck him. I want to watch every charged load that he takes, but I was hoping that you would be the one to do it for me. You helped me get through coming out and my parents dying and I’d like you to get me to the next part of my life” Blaine said. “Uh… ok. You know that you’re probably going to be sick when you convert. I sure as hell was. I hope you have someone that can take over the farm, especially if both of you are out at the same time” Joe said. Blaine could see Joe’s brain spinning trying to figure it all out. “Yeah, sure. There’s a few guys that can fill in for a week or two. Oh, and we can come in to town if that makes it easier. I just don’t know where we could meet” Blaine said. “I can come up with something. I don’t bring clients to my place since I have roommates, but I know of some other places. How did you want to do it today?” “Here’s fine or we can do it in our bedroom” Blaine said. Joe raised his eyebrows at the word “our.” “Got a towel or two? This could get a little messy” Joe said and Blaine was back with a stack of towels in a minute. “OK, who’s first?” asked Joe. “Carter. He won the coin toss” Blaine said. “Are you really sure about this, guys? It’s a one way trip” Joe asked. “Oh hell yeah” the brothers answered together. Joe grinned and then got up while Blaine put down a few towels on the couch. Carter was still on his knees on the floor waiting impatiently. Joe grabbed his arm and pulled him on to the couch on his knees, facing the window and his ass hanging over the front edge. He kicked Carter’s legs open a little wider. “Fuckin’ hot tat dude” Blaine said. Joe chuckled. “Hopefully you can earn yours soon. Now, do you just want it to happen from fucking or do you want some help?” Joe asked. “Help? Like drugs?” asked Carter. “I’m a 4:20 guy for drugs so that’s not gonna help. Nah, like wreck your holes with my fingers or a brush.” Joe said. “Oh yeah. Brush the hell out of it” Carter said eagerly. Joe’s cock twitched and he told Blaine “Grab his toothbrush.” Blaine ran up the stairs and was back down in seconds. Joe looked at the toothbrush and said “Dude, you really need to change these things every month not every year.” Joe looked around and saw the windows and door were open and then looked for something to gag Carter with. Not seeing much else, he grabbed his sock and stuffed it into the younger brother’s mouth. “This is gonna hurt, but just power through it” Joe said as he kneeled behind Carter. Joe licked his finger and pushed it into Carter’s hole, twisting it around and then doing it again with two fingers. He could see Carter’s body nervously twitching and looked back at Blaine who was staring intently on his brother’s soon to be violated ass. Joe rubbed his thumb over the pucker and then slowly inserted the toothbrush into the quivering hole. Carter screamed out, the sound only partially muffled by the sock. He squirmed and writhed until Blaine told him sternly to stay still. Carter settled down and Joe began to twist the brush around while moving in and out. He heard the sobs coming from Carter and knew that the reality of what he wanted was probably a lot more painful than the internet stories had led him to believe. Joe worked the brush a little longer and then pulled it out, showing Blaine the red bristles. Joe handed the brush back to Blaine and stood up, his cock rock hard from both the prep he just did and the dick pill he took before he drove over. He didn’t wait long and just gave a long easy push with his cock into the bleeding hole. Carter screamed out again and Joe felt the boy start to go limp. He held his position and tried to keep Carter’s lifeless body upright until he regained consciousness. “What happened?” asked Blaine. “I guess we found his pain threshold and he passed out. I’ll give him a few seconds and if he doesn’t come to, I’ll pull out and we’ll need to make sure he’s ok” Joe said. As he completed the last sentence, Carter jolted awake. He was sweating like it was mid-August and he had been working hard. “You ok?” asked Joe and he got a muffled and weary “mmmhmm.” Joe gave him a few more moments to recover and then slowly rocked his hips back and forth. He looked down and his cock already had a thin red coating on it. Joe knew that a long fuck wouldn’t be necessary and his precum was probably already soaking into the torn up tissue. He was just going to have to fuck long enough to get a nice load of his poisonous seed coating the fertile cunt. The longer he drilled into Carter’s hole, the more he heard him whimper. Joe looked back at Blaine as his cock pumped in and out and saw both a look of worry and him mouthing the words “breed him.” Joe drove his cock in faster until he felt the familiar tingling of his balls. Carter began crying out with each thrust and Joe knew he wouldn’t last long. He took mercy on the boy’s tender fuckhole and gave only a half dozen more strokes before shoving in all the way and holding Carter’s body tight. Ropes of diseased cream sprayed over the wrecked chute. Joe thought he finally heard a moan from Carter and smiled. He left his cock stationary a few more moments and then gave a few gentle strokes before he removed his cock. Blaine moved in and rubbed Carter’s back and removed the sock from his mouth. “You motherfucker! Are you fucking trying to kill me?” Carter screamed out. “That’s what you asked for, bro” Blaine said calmly. “It felt like he was ripping my guts out” Carter sobbed. Blaine kissed Carters head and then handed a plug to Joe for Carter’s hole. “FUUUCCCKKKK!” screamed out Carter as the plug stretched his hole and invaded his body. Blaine helped Carter to his feet, but he was still wobbly. Carter tried to sit in a chair, but the pressure on his ass was too painful. He pulled up a padded chair from the kitchen and kneeled on it. Blaine took his position on the couch and handed the brush back to Joe. “You better fuckin’ destroy his ass like you did mine!” barked Carter. The quiet, sweet faced boy was now sore and pissed off. Joe wasn’t sure if there would be a session two or three anymore, but he was going to finish up this one. He pulled Blaine’s ass apart and spit on the hole. He opened it up with first one finger and then two, just like he had with Carter. He could almost feel Carter’s eyes burning through the back of his head. He made sure when he brushed Blaine’s hole he did it just like he had Carter’s. Without the sock muffling his voice, Blaine was trying to stifle his screams. He buried his face in the back of the couch and endured the torture that he knew Carter had gotten earlier. Joe pulled the brush out of Blaine’s pussy and passed it back to Carter to see the stained bristles and drops of blood. Joe spit on his cock and rubbed the drying blood and cum mixture back into a liquid and then pushed his cock into Blaine’s hole. He heard Blaine say “fuck fuck fuck” in a strained, quiet voice. Joe began rocking his hips again, now with a new target. Blaine adjusted his body a little bit but nothing was going to soothe his torn up hole that Joe’s pierced cock was pumping in and out of. Joe piston’d his shaft into Blaine harder and harder until he had a good pace. It was going to take a little more time for his balls to refill and he hoped that Blaine was up to it. He was fucking Blaine harder than he did Carter and the slapping of their skin together really made that evident. He looked back at Carter who was closely watching Joe fuck Blaine. Joe wasn’t sure if Carter had ever watched his brother get fucked, but he was now and seemed to be turned on by it. Carter was stroking his cock while Joe was pounding Blaine. Joe could hear the grunts coming out of Blaine’s mouth, even though it was pressed tightly against the fabric of the couch. He hammered Blaine fast and hard and then shoved in deep. Joe roared as his charged seed pumped into Blaine’s bloody hole. As the spurts ended Joe stood there, holding the cum inside Blaine with his cock. He then felt a huge spurt of cum land on his back. It was followed by three more as Carter blew one of what might be his last neg loads all over Joe’s back. Joe turned and smiled back at Carter who was still coming down from his orgasmic high. “You got a plug for your brother, too?” Joe asked and Carter laughed. “Sorry, I got carried away. That was so fucking hot watching you poz up my bro” Carter said as he reached down and picked up another butt plug from the table. He started to hand it to Joe who waved him off “You should put your brothers in” Joe said, pulling his cock out of Blaine. Carter coated the plug with some of the cum dripping out of Blaine’s hole and then pushed it in, hearing Blaine yelp. Joe stood there a moment and then asked “Who wants to clean this up?” pointing to his cock. Carter eagerly dropped to his knees and licked up all of the jizz on Joe’s cock and balls. A few minutes later, there was just a sheen of saliva on Joe’s cock. Blaine was standing there as Joe sat back down on the towel covered couch. “So, when do you want the next one?” Joe asked, hoping that the first experience hadn’t quashed their enthusiasm for getting pozzed. Blaine looked at Carter and then back at Joe. “Originally, I wanted it in a day or two, but I think my ass needs some time to recover. No more brushes for me, that fuckin’ sucked!” Blaine said and Carter was nodding. “Yeah, I know. I powered through several fucks a day since I only had a long weekend to get it done with me, but I didn’t do the brush thing. How about we meet on Sunday afternoon and then next Tuesday or Wednesday?” Joe asked. “That sounds good. Uh, we kind of leaped into this and forgot to figure out a price” Blaine said. “I won’t charge for two guys, just one. Usual rate for this one, a hundred off the next two meetings. We can discuss it again if we need to do more than three times. I kind of doubt that we’ll have to do that, though” Joe replied. Blaine reached over to the table next to the couch and counted out the cash before handing it to Joe. “When I find a place I’ll send you a message. 3PM on Sunday ok?” Joe asked. “Sure Dave” replied Blaine.

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

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

Part 70 - Complementary Champagne Kyle woke up and pulled Joe tighter as he kissed the back of his neck. He humped Joe with his hard shaft along Joe’s crack. They made out for several minutes and then moved into the shower. It wasn’t a quick shower and they spent more time kissing and groping than washing off the chlorine and sweat from the night before. They finally dried off and put shorts and tank tops on and headed out for breakfast. They ran into Javier out in the hallway who greeted them with a cheerful “Buenos dias.” Joe and Kyle’s grins told Javier that they had a good night. They inhaled their breakfast and walked around the resort holding hands. “Kinda nice to be able to do this without worrying someone is going to pick a fight” Kyle said, squeezing Joe’s hand. They made it back to the room and Javier had cleaned it up nicely and the card for the champagne was now prominently placed on their bed with a towel folded like a swan. “Oh yeah, can’t forget that” Joe said. They changed into their dry swim suits and headed back to the pool. They drank and relaxed, occasionally taking a trip to the beach to smoke one of the joints that Joe had rolled earlier. They had a buzz going, the sun was out, the music was good, the guys were looking really sexy and all was right with the world. They took a break and noshed on some food from the pool buffet for lunch and decided that the guacamole was the best they ever had. Or at least the best munchie food they ever had. As they sunbathed Joe noticed that several people made comments when they were on their stomachs about the biohazard tattoos. Some seemed to think they were just posers proclaiming they were “bad boys” and others seemed to know what it really meant. The latter group was split 50/50 on it being hot or “stay away from those guys.” Late in the afternoon Joe said “Let’s head back to the room and get our bottle of champagne and enjoy it alone.” “Sure” said Kyle and the two went up to the room. They entered their room and Joe tackled Kyle to the bed, straddling him and giving him a deep french kiss. He rolled off Kyle and jumped on the swan, grabbing the card and then reaching for the phone. He dialed room service and told them about the card and gave them the code that was on the card. “Yes, sir. That is only available from four pm until ten pm. Can you wait for thirty minutes? We will send it up then” were the words from room service. “OK” Joe replied as he looked at the clock and it said 3:27 pm. “What?” asked Kyle. “We can only use it between four and ten. That’s fuckin’ strange. It just means I have you for thirty minutes and I’m gonna take advantage of it” Joe replied. The two rolled around and kissed, groped and sucked like when they had just met. Joe had just gotten Kyle’s cock into his mouth when there was a knock at the door. “Shit!” Joe said. He pulled on his swim suit which barely contained his raging boner and went to the door. “Hola señor. My name is Francisco and I am delivering your champagne” the guy in the resort uniform said. Joe looked him over and noticed he was trembling and figured he was new at the job. “Yes, Francisco. Thank you. Come in” Joe said. Joe watched him walk past and liked the scenery. Francisco looked a few years younger than Joe or Kyle. He was shaven, but he had a full beard who’s stubble was showing. He was an inch or two shorter than Joe and had a full bulge in front and a bubble butt that filled out the uniform pants. Joe could see the shadows of a few tattoos showing through the white shirt on each upper arm. Francisco walked into the room with the ice bucket and bottle in one hand and two glasses in his other hand. “Where would you like the bottle, señor?” “On the table is fine” Joe replied. Kyle was laying on the bed, still naked from their earlier fun. Joe was leaning on the wall in the entry way of the room, watching Francisco closely. “Uh, thank you sir” Francisco said. Joe noticed that he was looking down and trying to avoid eye contact but he also seemed nervous and wanting to say something. “Francisco, can you tell me who gave us this gift?” Joe asked. “Did it not say on the card, sir?” Francisco asked innocently. “No it didn’t” Kyle said, holding up the card. “It is… uh… complements of the resort, sir” Francisco replied unconvincingly. “Is that so? It is very kind. But I think you are not telling us all of the story” Joe said, walking towards Francisco. After a few moments of awkward silence, Francisco said “Uh... Javier… Javier said you had something special you could give me. He has said he wouldn’t but that you might be interested” his voice trembling like his body. “Maybe we can. Is this what you are looking for?” Joe said turning around and pointing to his lower leg. Francisco gasped and then smiled. “Yes, sir. Very much.” “You know that it can kill you, right?” Kyle asked. “Yes sir” Francisco replied. “Why are you eager to get infected, Francisco?” Joe asked. Francisco looked at his feet again, stammering at first while shifting his body uneasily. “Javier and I used to be together. When he got infected he wouldn’t see me any more. I want what he has so we can be together again” he said. “You know that even if you are poz like him, it may never be the same?” Kyle asked. “I want to try, señor” Francisco said, a tear running down his face. “I assume you don’t have to go back to work?” asked Joe. “No, señor. I work until four, that is why I couldn’t deliver until then.” “Well, Kyle. I guess we have a little work to do” Joe said as he walked up to Francisco. “No rest for the wicked, as my grandma used to say” Kyle said. Joe walked behind Francisco and reached around, unbuttoning his shirt. Kyle climbed off the bed and walked over to Francisco, his cock getting stiffer by the step. He reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. “Once we start, we won’t stop. OK?” whispered Joe into his ear. Francisco nodded and pushed off his shoes. He stood there in his red bikini briefs with his pants around his ankles. His bulge seemed to be growing and a wet spot was forming on the red fabric. Kyle took his hand and led him to the bed, Francisco stepping out of his pants. Kyle sat down and Francisco sank to his knees, pulling his underwear off on the way down. He looked up at Kyle and then back down to Kyle's hard cock. A drop of precum formed at the piss slit and then rolled down the side of his shaft. It only dripped down an inch and Francisco’s tongue licked it up. Joe was pulling his swim suit back off as Francisco started to devour Kyle’s cock. Joe sat down on the bed next to Kyle and Francisco moved over to his cock. Every minute or two, Francisco would alternate between the two cocks. Joe looked at Kyle who nodded back. They reached down and grabbed Francisco by the arms and pulled him up on to the bed. Kyle scooted back and Joe stood up. Joe adjusted Francisco’s butt so that it hung over the edge of the bed. He only needed light touches since it seemed that Francisco had done this many times before. Kyle splayed his legs out on either side of their newest chaser and Joe buried his face in the lightly haired butt. Kyle felt the moans around his cock and knew that Joe was rimming Francisco’s ass like he usually did - his tongue poking deep, gentle bites and lots of spit. His ass slicked with spit and Joe’s cock dripping, Francisco seemed to be eager to feel his first toxic cock inside him. Kyle pulled Francisco’s head off his cock and said “This is your last chance to change your mind.” “Please, señor. Give me your devil’s seed” Francisco said. Joe chuckled and thrust his cock inside. Francisco screamed out and Kyle pushed his head down, muffling the tortured scream. Joe felt Francisco’s body spasm around his cock. This wasn’t a spasm from orgasm, it was one attempting to deal with the sudden invasion of a cock without any warning. When Francisco settled down, Joe started to drive his cock in and out. The little bit of spit and the increasing amount of precum was the only thing helping his cock glide in and out. He felt the tight chute grip his cock and tug on his piercing. He was pumping his cock into Francisco’s hole with long, firm strokes. He seemed to be quickly getting used to Joe’s cock and then Joe remembered Javier’s thick cock. If Francisco and Javier had fucked a lot, then Francisco would be used to something thicker than Joe’s cock. Joe had met lots of people that wanted to get pozzed. Some even told him why, but with Francisco doing it to get his lover back was probably the most rational of them all. Joe was drilling in as hard as he could, grinding his hips around with each thrust. After the initial thrust, Francisco hadn’t made a sound other than moans. As hard as Joe could fuck, it elicited nothing other than the sounds of pleasure from Francisco. Joe’s balls began to churn and his breathing got deeper. His thrusts got more irregular and Francisco seized on the cues and worked his ass muscles to milk Joe’s cock. Joe gave a few last thrusts and then felt his balls start to empty. Spurts of charged semen filled Francisco’s ass, coating every surface it could find. Before Joe’s second volley of cum shot out, Kyle had pulled his cock from Francisco’s mouth and was crawling off the bed. Kyle’s spit covered cock was pointing straight out, ready to impale Francisco’s neg hole. As Joe moved aside, Kyle moved in. His cock picked up a glob of cum that was running out of Francisco’s ass. He pushed in and kept going until his balls smacked into Francisco’s. He heard Francisco cry out as his cock filled the sore hole. Kyle wiggled his hips and pulled back, with just the PA ring inside Francisco. He pushed in harder the second time and Francisco groaned. He pulled back faster, doing the same as before but increasing the speed. A dozen strokes later he was pounding the battered hole. Joe had climbed in front of Francisco and fed him his slime coated cock. It diverted some attention away from the abuse that his cunt was taking and Francisco worked feverishly on Joe’s cock, cleaning it from the piercing to his balls. Kyle yanked his cock out and drove back in, causing Francisco to scream out around Joe’s cock. He did it three more times and each time his balls got tighter. On the fourth thrust, he felt his cock begin shooting its death seed into Francisco’s body. Each shot was forceful and his whole body shook. There was a ring of Joe’s cum around the base of his cock outside and inside his cum was mixing with Joe’s. As the shots ended, Kyle pulled back and shoved back in again and he fell forward on top of Francisco’s sweaty back. Once his body recovered, he stood up and pulled his softening cock out of Francisco’s hole. He laid down on the bed and found a tongue licking him clean a few seconds later. Joe watched Francisco give Kyle’s cock the same attention that he had gotten and smiled. He climbed behind Francisco and used his own tongue to lick up the cum that was trying to escape the ravaged pussy. He tried to push it back inside with his tongue, but there was just too much and Francisco’s hole was gaping enough to prevent him holding it all inside. Kyle’s cock was now free of the cum and ass slime and Francisco laid back on the bed between his two breeders. “There are no guarantees, Francisco. Only time will tell” Joe said, staring over at him. “I know, sir. This was my first try, so I hope it works. I will be sore for a few days” Francisco said. Joe got off the bed and walked to the table. He pulled the bottle out of the bucket and removed the foil. He aimed at the bed and twisted the cork out of the champagne and watched it fly. Kyle grabbed it with one hand and Joe filled both glasses. Walking back to the bed he handed one glass to Francisco and sat next to Kyle. Kyle and Joe held the other glass and Joe said “Here’s to our gifts and may they blossom inside you.” The two glasses met and Francisco sipped his while Joe and Kyle shared theirs. They finished the champagne off and Joe gave out sinister laugh. He put his arm around Francisco and led him towards the balcony. The three stepped outside and Francisco turned back at him with a worried look. “Lean against the railing, Francisco” Joe said. “But, sir. People might see me” Francisco begged. “Then you better stay quiet” Kyle replied. Francisco put his hands out and leaned on the railing and then spread his legs out. He was bent over with his head just over the railing. Joe moved in and without any notice slid his cock between the crack and then shoved in. Francisco grunted as quietly as he could and Joe grinned. His strokes started slow and he enjoyed the feeling of the still cum soaked hole wrapped around his cock. His drilling lasted almost twenty minutes and finally Francisco turned his head and said “Please breed me sir.” There was pain in his voice and Joe knew that his hole was completely shredded by now. He thrust in one more time and felt the cum shoot out its bug filled payload. Joe left his cock inside Francisco’s hole for a minute after the last spurt shot out. Both him and Francisco were breathing heavy in the humid air. Kyle had been slowly stroking his cock and when Joe pulled out he was ready to get back inside. Kyle took pity on the abused hole and gently pushed in. Francisco let out a groan as Kyle’s cock poked deeper into his cunt. Kyle fucked slowly and heard a few whimpers come out of the boi’s mouth. The short strokes gradually got longer and then the familiar sound of two bodies slapping together echoed out of the balcony. A head poked around the wall between the balcony next door and Joe and Kyle’s. It was the otter from the shuttle bus. “Damn, guys. You seem to get a lot of action over there” he said as he watched Kyle pound Francisco. Francisco turned his head away, hoping that no one else would see him being fucked. “We’re here to have as much fun as we can” Joe said. Kyle felt his balls churn and knew he was ready to dump another load. He leaned forward, holding Francisco tight and planted his cock in deep. Each pulse shot a rope of tainted cum, adding a fresh load of virus to the ones from earlier and hopefully giving Francisco the gift he desired. The guy next door clapped his hands and said “Fuckin' nice!” before heading back inside his room. Kyle slowly pulled his cock out and pulled Francisco upright with him. He hugged him from behind and then the three went back inside. They showered together, washing off the sweat and cum coating their skin. Francisco dried off and put his uniform back on. “Thank you, I am glad you helped me get my partner back” he said as he opened the door and walked outside. Joe and Kyle looked at each other and smiled. They walked over to the bed and fell back on it, Joe pulling Kyle in close. They passed out and slept for a couple hours. Waking up, they dressed and headed down to a late dinner.

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

My son caught me being fucked by an Anon top. It was BB of course and in our cellar. He was 14, and told me off for being BB, but aside from that never mentioned it.

Part 2 After I heard the car door open and close, I blacked out. I woke up in a massive bed. The room had no furniture in it except for the bed and a side table next to it. The wall was a full mirror as was the ceiling. I sat up and looked around. At that moment the door opened. It was Tom, he walked into the room smiling, still wearing his black slacks and white shirt. “Hey sleepy head, you blacked out. How are you feeling?” “Where am I?” “I brought you back to my place, I didn’t know where you lived so had no choice really. Look it’s only about 1 in the morning, you weren’t out for long. Why don’t you have a shower and I’ll drive you home?” I had so many thoughts racing through my head, mostly I was relieved that nothing bad had happened. I really needed to piss and I’d been in bed with my clothes on so I felt a bit sticky and sweaty. I agreed and Tom showed me an ensuite bathroom. When I was having my shower I noticed an enema attachment on one of the hoses. I thought I owed Tom a good night seeing as he helped me. So I cleaned myself out, just in case. Once out the shower, I went back into the bedroom to find Tom sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed. I was just in my towel and blushed as I looked around for my clothes. “Come over here, let me dry you off boy.” Tom said smiling at me, calling me boy made me cock twitch. Tom started to rub my towel over my body, he carefully opened it up to reveal my now growing cock. I blushed. He took the towel and carefully made sure I was completely dry, focusing especially on my ass and cock. “Hmm, you’re a bit bushy down there boy” “Sorry, it’s been a while” “Don’t worry about it, let me tidy you up.” Tom said with a wink. I’d never had another guy shave any part of me before, I wasn’t particularly hairy but I’d left myself for too long. Tom took me to the ensuite and lathered up some soap over my cock and balls, teasingly jerking my cock a few times. He then took an open razor and clean shaved my entire crotch, I hadn’t been that smooth since before puberty. He turned me around and did the same to my ass. Once he was satisfied I was smooth he put me in the shower again and told me to rinse off. “Did you clean your ass for me boy?” I nodded and explained that I felt I had to make it up to him for looking after me. He just smiled and turned back to the bedroom. I rinsed off, grabbed a towel and followed him. Once in the bedroom he again sat on the bed and dried me off. I just stood there hard as a rock. I leant down towards him to kiss him but he pulled away and took the back of my head and forced it into his crotch. “Been wanting to do that all night kiddo.” I started nuzzling his crotch and then slowly undid the zipper and pulled out the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. It was semi hard and already about 8 inches and as thick as a beer can. I gulped. “Don’t worry boy I don’t expect you to take all of it but a little tease wont hurt.” Tom lifted me onto the bed we 69’d, he had his clothes on the entire time. I managed to get just past the head of his cock in my mouth and was beginning to enjoy myself when I realised he was sliding his finger into my ass, he had used just spit and it scratched a little as he pushed in. “Fuck boy, you’ve got a tight cunt!” Tom said slapping my ass cheek. He flipped me on to my back and spread my legs wide, eating out my ass. I was moaning like I had never done before. My ex never rimmed me and I hadn’t been fucked in a long time, heck I couldn’t remember the last time I had kissed a guy! It was almost euphoric. Tom grabbed some lube and started fingering my ass, he slowly worked up to 3 of his thick fingers in my hole. He grabbed the lube and started coating his cock. “Have you got a condom?” I asked “I don't have unsafe sex, I’m negative and scared of getting anything. Not that I think you do…” “Shh boy.” Tom said with a wicked smile, he reached to the unit next to the bed and grabbed a Condom. He made a show of tearing it open carefully and sliding it down his now 12in hard cock. The condom barely made it half way down the shaft it was so thick. “Please go slow, it’s been a long time” I whimpered as Toms cock teased at my hole. “I won’t put it all in, just the tip, enough to make you feel good boy.” I sighed as he slid a couple of thick inches into me, he slowly rocked the top of his beautiful cock in and out of my hole, after a while he asked if we could change positions because he wanted to cum. I rolled onto my front and again felt him slide a couple of inches into me. He kept up a steady pace and then I felt his restraint as he came. He didn’t pound deep into me but just pulsed where he was. “Shit, the condom broke” Panic rushed through me like an icy chill. “Are you sure, shit, are you clean. Fuck” I got up and immediately ran to the bathroom, I started to try push out his cum but it must have been deeper than I thought because nothing came out, when I wiped my ass there was some blood on the toilet tissue. “Look kiddo it happens, don’t let it ruin the fun” Tom said while pulling me in for a tight hug. I felt his strong arms hold me in place and his cock grow again slightly. Although he never said if he was clean or not, but I didn’t dwell on it. When I glanced at his now sweaty shirt I could see colours of a tattoo under his shirt, but I couldn’t make them out. Tom gave me my clothes and he took me back to my apartment, as I was getting out the car he took my hand. “John, I’m sorry if tonight seemed a bit much.. I’ll come and pick you up tomorrow and take you for some drinks to make up for tonight. I won’t take no for an answer boy” “I normally have stuff on over the weekend and I enjoyed myself but I should probably go and get myself checked tomorrow and… “ I babbled on “Kiddo, I’m picking you up tomorrow, end of discussion.” With that he let go of my hand, pushed me back and slammed the car door. He drove off, leaving me at the side of the road, not quite sure what had happened, and what was to come.

Glad y'all are liking it. Forgot to mention that while my buddy's kink was fucking straight guys mine was to be treated like a tina whore. So a win-win ya know...

I agree. My ex and I used to make out with each other as total strangers were fucking and loading our asses. It was so fucking hot to have that connection with each other as we enjoyed our primal urges to be dirty pigs.

If it's not bareback, it's not fucking......and it's not fucking if cum isn't shot in the bottom's ass!!!!!

PART 4 I spread my hole for Beau -- my head buzzing, my nips tingling, my knocked-up butt radiating hunger and heat. He swaggered toward me, his eyes nothing but pitch-black pupils. He grinned and let out a low, menacing laugh, then walked right up to my hole and positioned the flared-out head of his raw cock against my neg cunt. I'd never felt such an intense need for dick. As he teased my butt, my head dropped back, my mouth dropped open, and I let out a guttural moan. My torn-up hole pulsed outward toward his dick, trying desperately to swallow it whole. "Listen to me, pig," Beau said, rubbing his cock along the edge of my cunt. "Are you listening?" "Fuck yeah, I'm listening," I said, looking him square in those black demon eyes. "This slammed-up cunt of yours? It's gonna take a deep injection of my virus. Then Jake and Beau will massage my infected cum into the walls of your little jockbutt by pounding you full of a few more poz loads. And do you know what happens then?" "No. What?" "We pimp you out. We've already put an ad on Craigslist saying that there's a poz-friendly bareback newbie with his ass in the air, waiting for loads. And just before those twisted pigs start showing up to add their virus to the mix, we're gonna slam you again. You want some more Tina in your veins, slampig?" "Fuck yeah, dude." "You love that slam, huh?" "It's fuckin' amazing. I love it." "You've got my poz blood running in your veins now. You want my poz dick, too?" "Please." "Please what?" "Please destroy my hole with your fat raw cock." "Yeah?" "Fuck yeah. Please make me your poz brother. Please." "You got it, pig." And with that, he shoved in. The curved thrust of Beau's dick burrowed past every natural defense I had -- the muscles in my butt gave way to this beautiful cock dripping a steady stream of virus. And as he fed my aching slam-hole with his twitching dick, I felt a total weightlessness in surrendering to this man: his taut stomach muscles, his square-jawed cockiness, his biceps expanding and contracting as he administered a hole-annihilating butt-fuck. My cunt belonged to this young stud, and the walls of my torn-up butt gave way to his dick like molten wax. If taking a gut-ful of his poz sperm meant that I would be a little more like him, then I wanted every infected drop. I don't know how long he pounded me -- it could have been five minutes or five hours. I just stared into his black eyes and rode the euphoria of the chemicals rushing through my bloodstream and the virus gathering in my guts. But finally, the pace of his fucking quickened, and he broke into a grin. "Here comes my poz load, pig. You want it?" "Fuck yeah, I want it. Poz me. Please fucking poz me." "How much virus do you want in your boybutt tonight?" "As much as I can take." "No, boy. Not as much as you can take. You're gonna get a whole lot more than that. I want your cute little jockbutt gushing with a heavy stream of infected seed. And you know what?" "What?" "I'm flooding your guts with my virus...right...fucking...NOW." My hole, hungry for cum, grabbed hold of his raw dick with a velvet grip, and he sprayed his seed across the torn-up walls of my butt. He stayed inside me for a minute or two, until his cock finally stopped twitching. Then he replaced his dick with three fingers. Then four. Then a thumb. Still staring deep into my eyes, he worked his fist inside my butt, using his wrist to massage his infected cum into my bloodstream. And so it went: Jake fucked me again. Then Trey. Then Jake and Beau double-fucked my torn-up butt. Later, as we started lining up strangers to fill my cumhole for the rest of a long night -- I took 19 loads in all -- Beau prepared a new bloodslam. It was bigger this time, he said. And with Jake's fat dick lodged inside my butt, Beau pushed that Tina into my vein once again, and once again I felt my hole radiate with chemical heat as I coughed. Meanwhile, Jake plunged his raw dick into my slampig cunt. "I'm proud of you, boy," he said. "And you know what?" "What?" "I'll be even prouder to call you my poz brother." With that, we kissed, deep and hard. He looked into my eyes, all pupils, dark with pure animal hunger. And then, as I gave him a little nod, and he gave me his wolfish grin, he blasted another load of virus deep into my guts. THE END