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The Restroom A delicate flower. Exquisite. Innocent. Ripe. He is looking at me, a gentle boy, soft as goose down, naïve. He shivers a little, eyes wide, deep, dark. I brush his black unkempt hair from his forehead. “Monsieur,” he whispers, a voice like honey. “Yes, boy,” I reply. He doesn’t understand my English. I touch my finger to his lips. He kisses it. Little playful kisses, a game. He grins, a beautiful smile, joyful. He giggles. “Monsieur,” he repeats, and I melt. I kiss his hair. A hint of grease, a tinge of shampoo. Flowers, soap, exotic fruit. He is a smoker, I can tell from his scent. “You’ve never kissed a man, have you?” I tease. He doesn’t understand. I laugh. He laughs too. I lean forward, hold his chin and kiss him. A soft kiss. Mint, beer. His mouth is eager. He groans. Shivers. I hug him, his denim jacket damp. He feels warm, and I kiss his head again. Outside, on the motorway that leads to Paris, the traffic rumbles. Cars and trucks crossing the country, transit, movement. In the restroom it is cold, water drips, scents of piss and disinfectant. My hands are on his back. They travel down. I squeeze his ass. “Oh, goodness,” I mutter. He whimpers. I cup his crotch. He’s big, I can tell. And rock hard. “Show me,” I whisper. “Show me your cock. Take it out and show me.” My tone is flat, firm. He shakes his head, confused. There is Gypsy in him, a darkness. I unzip his fly. He is nervous now. He glances at the door. His anxiety excites me. I am a hunter, and he is my prey. He stands still. Obedient. Frozen. I inch my finger into his fly. It is warm, a little damp. He hisses. I pull on the elastic. His pubic hair is thick and wiry, warm to touch. “Show me,” I repeat. I nod reassuringly. He squirms, a grimace of a nervous smile. His eyes plead, burning with lust, tormented with shame. He squints, then with a final groan he pulls out his cock. I grin. I am lucky. His cock is beautiful. Hard, too hard. So hard it is purple and vascular, uncut, dripping pearls of precum. His cock scents the air, making my mouth water. “Good boy,” I say softly. The Room He came with me. Followed me like a lost puppy. We are in my room now, in my room by the side of the motorway, a bland room. It is private, the door locked, no-one can see, no-one can hear. This is the room where his life will change, the room where our destinies will merge. He trusts me, adores me. I am older than him, a father figure. I want him, and I want to own him, to make him mine. He is undressed now, down to his underpants. Vulnerable and shaking, his skin white, his body a little soft, like a cherub. He hugs himself nervously, his large teen cock tenting in his red briefs. He tries to hide it with both hands. “It’s OK,” I murmur. He shakes his head, and suddenly hugs me. Now it is my turn to gasp and tremble. I almost feel bad, I almost relent. I almost want to extinguish my anger. I toy with making him leave now, leave before I change his life. “It’s ok,” I repeat. I take off my shirt. I am muscular and strong, an older man who works out. He looks at me, he is hungry. I can see it in his eyes. “Tattoo,” he says. I guess the word is the same in French. He runs his fingers over my chest. “Scorpion,” he grins. I laugh. “Yes, a scorpion,” I say nodding. He makes a grimace of approval. “Good,” he says in thickly accented English. “Yes, good,” I say. “Maybe. But they bite.” He shakes his head, confused. My Cock, Harbinger “Look,” I tell him. I drop my trousers, I unhook my massive cock from my briefs. I am conscious I haven’t showered. Yet the thought of the boy’s virgin lips on my ripe cock head excites me. It will be part of his defilement, part of the fall. His eyes widen. My cock is so hard. I flex it, I want to impress him. “Your first taste of cock,” I say, more to myself. He is looking at me like a kitten. I press down on his shoulders, and he collapses to his knees, my cock pressed to his sweet nose. He breathes in, intoxicated, drunk on my scent. I motion for him to stick out his tongue. He shakes his head, his mouth slack. I rub my uncut cock head on his lips. He makes a low growl. A little trail of precum glistens like lip balm. I cry out in sweet joy as his mouth opens and he takes most of my cock. He splutters and gurgles. My toxic seed awakens in my balls. Soon, my beauties. Soon. The Bed He is lying face down on the hotel bed, an offering, a sacrificial lamb. My French, Gypsy boy. His ass is soft, plump, hairless, white. I caress it, it’s beautiful, warm. I encourage him to hold open his cheeks, exposing the prettiest hole, forcing him to co-operate in his own degradation. He is exposed, his most private place on view, his balls hanging. I lower myself to lick him, man tongue on teen-hole, a heavenly tang, a taste of heaven. He is groaning, arching, a young virgin bitch in heat. He gasps into the pillow. I dare to introduce my finger, marvelling at the warm, tight sensation. I need to be inside him. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I murmur, my cockhead pressed to his pink hole. Purple flesh on white skin. He is squirming, trying to reach behind him. I take his hand in mine. “Relax,” I hiss. I hold a bottle of poppers to his nose. “Breathe.” He cries out, but my cock slides inside without mercy, gripped by velvet. I cannot hide my cruelty, my mask falls. I laugh, mockery in my tone. He cannot tell, he is in a trance, the trance of an 18-year-old with a big cock up his ass for the first time. I force more poppers into his sweet nose. He is open now, loose and damp. Conception I am close, my cock raw, swollen and dangerous. I fuck so hard that the bed is creaking. He sweats and writhes, his boy’s face screwed up, contorted in sweet agony. He laughs and groans. “It’s time,” I hiss, I feel my cum swirling, an ache that delights. I cannot hold it. “Fuck!!!” I scream, my seed shooting out of me, deep inside him. Potent seed. Bad seed. He turns round to kiss me, the face of an angel, eyes sparkling with life and bliss. It is done. I pull out, and my seed drips out, milky and alive. I lean forward and lick the foam. It is done.

Clay sipped his half pint of lager as he stood on the mezzanine level overlooking the ground floor of the newly refurbished bar. He still didn't like what they had done to the place as it was now all modern and sleek and totally out of character to how it use to be when it was just a sleazy pub on the corner of a street in Earls Court. At 22 Clay was not the type of young lad who could stop traffic, he was okay looking and definitely not a kick out of bed person. He stood at average height of 5 feet 7 inches with a medium build that muscular but not defined, he certainly looked as though he could rugby tackle you to the ground. In fact Clay was just your stereotypical young gay lad who was pretty normal, from the looker on aspect you would never know he was gay. He looked around again at his surroundings with sadness at what they had done to the place. His housemate and he would come to the pub a couple of times a week to enjoy a drink and people watch as it was one of London's notorious locations. Clay never picked up guys from here as they were mostly older clientele, well when your only 22 years old anything over 30 seemed older to those who had not experienced what came with age. He smiled to himself watching guys who were so obviously giving the eye to other guys as they would casually walk by, hopping they could pick a trick up for the night. Clay jumped as Kit tapped him on the shoulder "Your going to fall if you lean any further out". "Kit don't make me jump like that. Just watching the men trying to pick up guys" he replied. Kit leaned over and laughed "Yeah funny you can see everything now, here got you another drink". Clay took the glass and downed his nearly empty glass in his other hand "Thanks". Clay and Kit had become friends over the last couple of months after they met purely by accident on an internet chat room, it turned out that Kit only lived just under a mile away from Clay. It was only the third time they had actually met and it was purely on a social basis that they would hop on a bus over to Earls Court for drink then home again. Kit sported a zero crop and at 32 he was ten years older than Clay, he stood 5 feet 8 inches with a trim build and pretty attractive to the type of men he liked to play with. Kit was diagnosed with hiv several months ago and from the outset had been pretty open with Clay about it and how he thought it happened, he would often regal how the one night with the man who fucked him like a rag doll over and over for several hours, depositing countless loads in his ravaged arse. Kit would often laugh about how hot the sex was with this man, who would often brag that during his escorting he had fucked over 1000 men bareback and never failed to deliver at least 3 loads to each of them. But Kit was mindful never to reveal to much about him, Clay didn't ask nor was he interested as he liked his casual pub buddy friendship with Kit. For Clay sex was safe and controlled with no wild abandonment, he had only been sexually active for 3 years, he thought sex with men was just about bending over and getting fucked, a kiss on the cheek and then they would depart. There had been a few evenings where Clay had imagined himself laying in bed getting fucked senseless like Kit often described as he masturbated at the same time. Clay's attention was drawn to the older man walking up the spiral staircase to mezzanine level where they stood, inwardly he chuckled to himself at the 70's moustache that adorned his upper lip, the leather jacket, white t-shirt and chaps over his denim jeans. Clays eyes were focused on him as there was something about him, was it an air of dignity and self confidence that he exuded. He looked a little out of place and was making a bee line in their direction, Clay could make out that he was skinny, probably too skinny but he fitted his clothes well. He was not unattractive and at six foot he towered over them both and Clay guessed he must have been at least 50 years old, but then again he was not the best at determining peoples age. Kit noticed that Clay was looking to his left and stood up straight at the sight of the strange man approaching. "Hello Jurgen, don't often see you in this neck of the woods" Kit said and smiled almost licking his lips. Jurgen nodded "Hello Kitty, I come to see what they had done to this place" he replied in a heavy German accent. "Am I interrupting you Kitty?" Jurgen asked looking at Clay. Kit looked at Clay "No Jurgen this is Clay, he lives near me in Battersea". Jurgen held out his hand "Hello Clay nice to meet you". Clay took his hand which was stronger than his build lead you to believe "Hi Jurgen nice to meet you to". "Can I get you both a drink?" Jurgen asked. Kit nodded asking for a pint of lager whilst Clay replied he was okay for the moment. Jurgen turned and went down the stairs, Clay watched him carefully unsure what to make of him when he realised Jurgen caught his gaze and smiled back at him causing Clay to feel uneasy but noticed. Clay watched as Jurgen made his way to the bar, the bartender put the pint of lager on the counter and Clay turned to talk to Kit. Jurgen slipped a tiny tablet in to the drink, he stood at the bar waiting for a few minutes to let it dissolve before making his way back to where they stood. The bar was getting busy considering it was still only 7pm, Kit had become like a little child with a spring in his step, something Clay thought was to do with Jurgen. He wondered if Jurgen was the man who Kit often referred to, he mused for a few moments until Jurgen arrived and handed the drink to Kit. Jurgen smiled at Clay as Kit was drinking his third pint, Clay had never seen him drink like this before, he was only halfway through the pint when he started to slur his words. Clay chatted away with Jurgen and was much more at ease, he kept one eye on Kit who was now besotted and holding Jurgen's arm. Clay found Jurgen to be highly intellectual and engaging to a point of being mesmerising. Kit went to in to kiss Jurgen but he slipped to the side and hugged him instead. "Are you alright Kit?" Clay asked as Kit started to fumble around. Kit had a slightly glazed look "I think I have drunk to much". Clay shook his head "Come on lets get you home". Jurgen held kit up "I have a car around the corner I will drive you both home" he said looking at Clay. "Oh, are you sure Jurgen?" Clay replied grabbing Kit's other arm. "Yes of course" Jurgen replied smiling at Clay "It's on my way to Brixton and I can drop you off as well". They laid Kit on the back seat who was mumbling and not making and sense, Clay climbed in the passenger seat next to Jurgen and they headed over the Thames to Battersea. Clay kept checking on Kit as he was now slightly concerned by his dramatic fall from grace whilst he and Jurgen made small talk. Clay unlocked the front door and then helped Jurgen carry Kit to his bedroom and lay him on the bed. Clay placed Kit's keys on the bedside table with his phone and followed Jurgen back to the car and resumed his seat next to him. "Do you think he will be alright?" Clay looked at Jurgen who was entering the postcode in the Sat Nav for Clay's house. Jurgen smiled whilst watching the road "I'm sure he is drunk, he will be fine in a few hours". "I guess so. So how do you know Kit?" Clay asked out of interest. Jurgen smiled "Off the internet, we met one night and I changed his life forever and how he looks at sex". Clay giggled "Are you that good then?", Jurgen glanced and smirked. "Kitty had a full night of me fucking him relentless, but if I am any good only you could tell" he responded. Clay frowned a little "I think not" pondering what Jurgen said "How did you change his look on sex?". Jurgen smiled "I set him free of his inhibitions by giving him my gift". The naive Clay shook his head "Your gift, what is that?". Jurgen chuckled and patted Clay's knee "My gift is only given to those who seek or throw caution to the wind". Clay looked out of the window "I don't get it, your not making any sense to me". Jurgen glanced at him "I have given my gift and converted many a man, but none as young as you". "Many men?" Clay replied. Jurgen smirked "Many men pay hundreds of pounds to enjoy sex with me". Clay's mouth fell open "Are you an escort then?" "Yes, I am quite a well known international escort and master of a stable" he said casually. Clay looked at him "Sorry, master of a stable?". Jurgen laughed "I have slaves for sex some pay and those devoted don't pay". Clay shook his head "I am not really up on all the stranger things in sex". Jurgen glanced over at Clay "You have a boyfriend?". "No, not yet, I do want to find one but most of them fuck and then leave" he replied lowering his head. The car pulled up outside the house "Thank you for the lift home Jurgen" Clay said as he opened the car door. "Are you not going to invite me in for coffee, it is still only 8pm?" Jurgen asked looking at Clay. "Oh err" he paused unsure if this was wise but in a slip of the moment "Okay" he said "But just coffee". Jurgen sat at the kitchen table whilst Clay put on some coffee to brew, they talked about Jurgen's travels and the places he had seen. Clay stood by the coffee machine and looked at Jurgen. "Why do you call Kit Kitty?" Clay asked not knowing what to expect for an answer. Jurgen laughed "He is my pussy when I need to release some tension and breed him". Clay looked on curiously "Breed him, doesn't that mean without a condom?". "Yes, condoms are no good when you want to have real sex, you need to feel everything" Jurgen replied as he stood up. Clay laughed but didn't then without thinking he spoke "So did you give Kit HIV?". Jurgen smirked at Clay "Oh yes the night I fucked him relentlessly for hours". Clay watched as Jurgen took off his leather jacket and saw the veiny arms, he was skinny but he was also packing a defined toned body and sporting tattoos on his upper arm that he couldn't quite make out. Clay felt embarrassed as he realised his cock was hardening and this didn't go unnoticed by Jurgen. "You are very naive about a lot of things aren't you?" Jurgen asked catching Clay off guard. Clay looked as Jurgen stroked his moustache "Well I suppose I am, but I am in no hurry to explore". Jurgen smiled "So have you ever made love with another man?". Clay looked curiously at him "I have kissed and fucked with a few men". Jurgen shook his head "No, have you ever made love, proper love with several hours of intimacy together?". "Well no, I thought it was just fuck, kiss and goodbye" Clay replied retrieving the cups from the cupboard. Jurgen shook his head again "When you make love you will know, you get lost in each other". "Lost in each other?" Clay replied and noticed that Jurgen was walking towards him. "You become very intimate and erotic whilst enjoying such an amazing experience" he replied touching Clay's arm. Clay caught his breath "Do you have milk and sugar in your coffee?". Jurgen put his arm around Clay "No milk and no sugar, I like it hot and strong". Clay stopped what he was doing in case he spilt the coffee, the arm around his chest stroked him lightly through the flimsy shirt whilst his cock stiffened in to full erection from the sensation he was feeling. Jurgen was slowly but carefully teasing and seducing Clay without him realising. Everyone Jurgen had sex with was around his age or slightly younger and he knew he wanted to taste this virile young lad and let him host his strain of the virus. Clay laughed "I would have to find someone and see for myself" bringing the subject back on course. Jurgen kissed his neck "If you was older I would help and teach you how to become a great lover". Clay smiled as a desire to have Jurgen make love to him took over "So am I to young to teach?". Jurgen turned Clay around to face him "No, but then I am probably to old for you, what are you 20?". Clay laughed "No I am 22, so how do I know you are as good as you say you are?". Jurgen laughed "Get older and maybe I will make love to you all night". "I don't have that many condoms" Clay chuckled. Jurgen smiled "You don't need condoms when making love Clay, love making should be done naturally". Clay was nibbling at the bait "I see how that makes sense" he replied completely ignoring the risk associated. Clay turned and poured the coffee handing the cup to Jurgen who took it and sat back down at the table. Conversation returned to general chit chat but Clay didn't think for one minute that he was hooked dangling like a fish. He carried the empty cups over to the kitchen sink, Jurgen stood and Clay heard him say that maybe they would meet again and have a drink sometime, as much as he was now craving the idea and experience of being made love to the risk was just to great but something inside was overriding the risk. Clay wasn't sure if he should shake hands or give him a hug so he held out his hand which Jurgen looked at for a moment. He approached Clay and pulled him in to a hug. Clay could not contain his cock as it went rigid at this man's touch, he could feel the bristle of the moustache against his neck as Jurgen kissed him tenderly and worked his way around Clay's chin. Jurgen held Clay in his arms, his face only inches away from Jurgen's, he could tell he was talking but he didn't hear a word. Clay was totally captivated by him and was secretly urging Jurgen to kiss him with abandonment. Clay inched his face closer, Jurgen looked Clay deep in the eyes and moved his mouth towards Clay's. It was a quick kiss on the lips that flashed through Clay's body like electricity, every nerve ending was heightened and the tingling ran had to toe, before he had time to think his mouth was open and Jurgen closed in quickly. He snapped his eyes open wide as his mouth was invaded by Jurgen's tongue, he tried to push and protest instinctively but before long his hand rested on Jurgen's shoulders as they kissed quietly. They kissed passionately for 5 minutes before Jurgen released his lips from Clay's, he said nothing but looked Clay in the eye keeping him close in a tight lovers embrace. "Can you, ahhm, will you, oh, do you" Clay couldn't get his words out. Jurgen smiled "Do you want to make love with me Clay?" he asked before kissing him on the mouth again. Clay could not protect himself any more and looked pleadingly at him "Yes I do Jurgen". Jurgen kissed him again "Shall we go somewhere more comfortable?". Clay nodded and lead the way to the bedroom in silence holding hands as Jurgen closed the door. Clay felt Jurgens arms wrap around him from behind and he started kissing Clay's neck whilst he crotch rubbed up against his arse, Jurgen caressed Clay's body and began removing his clothes. Before long they both stood naked and Clay could see the words 'Obey and Serve' tattooed on his inside thigh, above his left buttock he sported a tattoo of a bull with horns. Clay felt the pressure on his shoulders as he was pushed down to his knees until he was face to face with Jurgen's eight inch thick cock that was drooling precum. He moved his head closer and placed his lips around the cock head and gently sucked getting a mouth full of toxic precum as he did so, he cupped the heavy set of balls hanging between Jurgen's legs. From a distance he heard the words 'they are fully loaded', Jurgen had not ejaculated for a week and had a nice quantity of virus laden seed to sow and Clay was going to get it all. Clay's head was a mix of emotions and doubt, he stopped sucking and stood up instantly in the arms of Jurgen. Any doubt he had was gone the minute Jurgen clamped his mouth on Clay's and they began kissing with more passion. In the bedroom only the bedside table spot light was on casting a variety of shadows on the wall, Jurgen and Clay were locked together kissing, Clay felt his body being pushed back towards the bed. He knelt on the bed and began to shuffle back as Jurgen kept moving forward. Their kiss never broke as he felt himself being lowered on to the bed, his head on the pillow and his mouth attached to Jurgen's. Clay felt Jurgen's left leg push his own one apart as he laid on top in between Clay's legs. A natural instinct caused him to lift his legs over Jurgen's and his arms wrapped around the shoulders of the man laying on top kissing him, he was drunk on lust and lost in a world of passion that he had never before experienced. He no longer saw an older man, just a passionate love maker as Jurgen kissed Clay deeper and deeper. Sometime had passed and now he could feel Jurgen's legs pushing at his own causing them to lift up. Slowly Jurgen pulled his knees up and locked them either side of Clay's arse, Jurgen groaned in pleasure, he now had Clay in the perfect position to be bred. Raising his hips he allowed his cock to trace down the crack of Clay's arse depositing a slimy trail of precum in its's wake, Clay moaned and arched his back at the sensation. Jurgen positioned the head of his cock tight against Clay's hole, he proceeded to slowly wriggle his hips coating the hole with precum, every wriggle he pushed a little harder until the head of his cock popped through in to Clay's arse. Clay gripped Jurgen's shoulder and cried at the sudden rush of pain coursing though his arse and back, Jurgen began to kiss Clay's neck holding his position perfectly still for a moment before he gently applied more pressure, again Clay's back arched and he yelped a little louder in pain as another two inches of his lover's cock penetrated in to his body. His hole was being stretched apart, this was by far the biggest cock he had ever tried to take. Jurgen continued wriggling his hips with slow and small undulations until Clay relaxed. Jurgen kissed him deeply and glided his cock home, several times he saw Clay's eyes close and wince with pain but he was not about to let this one get away. Clay felt the coarseness of pubes tickling his arse until they were rubbing up against his now extended hole. Jurgen broke the kiss and looked him the eye stroking the side of his head as he began small gentle but rhythmic undulations of his hips pushing his cock deep in to Clay's arse, he was moaning loudly and gasping every time Jurgen bottomed out in him. Clay had never felt anything so wonderful yet painful on some level, he was relaxing the more Jurgen kissed as caressed him. Jurgen pushed his hips down hard and Clay cried in pain from the deep penetration of Jurgen's cock, a tear welled up in the corner of one eye, Clay clasped his hands around the neck of Jurgen looking him in the eye 'oh my god that's amazing'. Jurgen loomed closer and tenderly kissed him on the mouth, steadily his hips kept up a deep rhythm that drove the pleasure he felt beyond this world, his hands caressing Jurgen's back and his toes curled at the intensity and passion of a real man making love to him. Jurgen was in no rush to breed this young lad, he controlled the desire to shoot several times, his cock was constantly balls deep. An hour passed like five minutes to Clay and Jurgen seemed to want to go on for ages, his arse was beginning to ache from the continuous fucking. He felt Jurgen tighten his arm around the back of his neck as the rhythm increased in pace and intensity, Jurgen making deep low groans, his balls were beginning to tighten and he knew it was time to take this boy on a new journey. Jurgen raised his head and looked Clay in the eye smiling, Clay was struggling to cope with the hardness and speed of the fucking, he looked worryingly up at Jurgen who leaned in and gave him a comforting kiss. Panic came over Clay as he tried to push Jurgen off but he was rewarded with more passionate kisses with Jurgen telling him how good a lover he was making. Clay looked up in to Jurgen's eyes he was a good lover he thought to himself and strangely he became quiet and allowed Jurgen to continue, he pulled Jurgens head next to his and clasped on to him for dear life, he could do nothing but squeeze the word 'yes' out of him. His eyes opened wide as he felt Jurgen ram his hips down locking his cock deeper inside he grunted loudly and his body shuddered. Jurgen felt the abrupt rush of his pent up toxic seed, racing through his cock like twin rivers, turning with an acidic twist and a burning desire to breed but not slowing down. He grabbed hold of Clay's back, instinctually afraid he might leave him at the most crucial point. He could sense his pleasure passing through him almost unnoticed by Clay as he fixed his entire concentration on getting the job done. Clay moaned and his back arched supported by Jurgen's hand, he felt the blurry warmth of the climax and his legs wrapped around Jurgen holding him close against his own body. His eyes caught the dark shadows casted on the wall, their bodies entwinned and the unmistakable rapid up and down movement of Jurgen's arse as he pumped his potent seed in to Clay. He gasped at the shadow realising what he had done, his head awash with regret at what he had just done, he saw the shadow of Jurgen's arse grinding against his own. Clay had no time to gather his thoughts as Jurgen's mouth was locked on to his in an instance as they kissed with a new passion for each other. Jurgen's cock stayed hard and deep inside Clay, his hips gently ground against the freshly bred boy hole nursing the seed deeper in to Clay. For several hours the scenario was repeated until Jurgen rolled on his side after shooting his fifth load, Clay's legs were wrapped around Jurgen's waist and his cock was still buried deep up to his balls inside Clay, they kissed until they both fell asleep. Clay stirred as the sunlight hit his face, Jurgen tightened his arms around Clay and kissed him as he rolled him on to his back, the first thrust caused Clay to cry through the silence in the room, he pushed hard against Jurgen 'stop it fucking hurts' Jurgen pushed Clay's arms over his head and held them there. He prised Clay's mouth open slipping his tongue in and kissing him deeply, he stopped and looked Clay in the eye 'I own you and your arse' with that he rammed in several hard thrusts causing Clay to whimper and cry out. Jurgen's gaze was focused on Clay's eyes, his face only inches away, Clay looked back deep in to the eyes as if he could see Jurgen's soul, before he realised it he had lifted his head to kiss Jurgen grimacing through the painful love making until he felt the familiar warmth of Jurgen's climax firing in to this arse. For the first time in eight hours Jurgen finally pulled his cock out, Clay rolled on his side as the pain was unbearable. Jurgen sat on the side of the bed and began to get dressed, the pain in Clay's arse burning like the fires of hell. "I will let myself out" he said looking at Clay "By the way what we did last night was amazing". Clay didn't really know what to say "What do I do now?" Jurgen looked at him and smiled "Look forward to the next time, you are now my number one". "What do you mean?" Clay asked him. Jurgen smiled "I told you, I own your arse, your at my beck and call now". Clay laid there on the bed looking up at the ceiling, Jurgen leaned over and kissed him before telling him that he will come over next Friday to make love to him again. Clay just nodded and watched as he left, he fell asleep on his back and all he could see in his dreams was the shadow against the wall and the image of the arse pumping up and down that was breeding him. When he did wake later that afternoon the white sheet under his arse was stained red from the thick wads of cum that had seeped out and pooled there, Clay laid back on the bed and stroked his cock gently, he could only see Jurgen's face and the feeling of his cock inside him, his back arched up as he shot his seed over his chest and up along his face. His own seed causing more mess that Jurgen's, as he fingered his arse he looked at it coated with a pink thick strand, his seed stuck like glue to Clay's insides working it's magic, it would take the rest of the day until it stopped seeping out. His phone started ringing, he picked it up and glanced at the screen to see Kit was calling him, he muted it and set it down on the bedside table and fell asleep.

After all this time I finally got bred last night. I met a guy through Jack'd. He asked me to come over, saying he would fuck but he wanted to go bare. He also mentioned he and two of his friends had wanted to fuck and breed a white ass, but had yet to do so. I arrived at his place expecting his dick and walked in the room discovering three BBCs, all of which were rock hard. Instantly I was harder than I had ever before been. I took all threeloads, and my ass is still dripping their loads. He told me he will arrange a return visit for me, but this time he will invite even more tops to help, explaining the next time I will be expected to drain all his friend. I hope I can, and would love draining their cum even deeper into my ass, getting, I hope, five or six loads from them!

It's interesting that @Dee82 just wrote a negative experience about Phoenix. Where were you earlier this week?!?! I was out in Phoenix from Saturday evening through Wednesday afternoon, and I had a blast. Lots of hot bears/cubs/jocks that were not only into me but also willing to meet up! So different from where I live where it's like pulling teeth to get someone to follow through on a hookup. I tend to get wordy with my last load posts, so rather than go into detail about all of the fun, I'm just going to do some bullet points: Saturday evening Sucked and swallowed loads from two older otter types (3-way) in nearby hotel tried to fuck a cub from BBRTS at my hotel, but he couldn't handle it, so I sucked him off instead 69'ed with a hot beefy guy and swallowed his load daddy bear showed up right as the other guy was leaving; was totally into my cub body and red fur, told me to not use deoderant next time, and rolled over to let me mount him and breed him Sunday Anon cumdump "boy" in a neighboring hotel in the afternoon - supposedly set up by his "daddy" but the boy was alone in the room when i showed up another daddy bear came to my hotel in the evening to get my load in his ass Monday evening - another conference visitor and I shared an Uber to Flex bathhouse (turned out it was half-price night, so there was a good crowd) sucked and swallowed a daddy bear type tag teamed and bred a hot latino jock sucked and swallowed three cub types in a row fucked another latino jock in his room Tuesday evening one of the cubs from the bathhouse the night before came to my hotel for a repeat (me edging him until I swallowed his load) the guy I 69'ed with on Sunday night came back for me to face fuck him until he got off I had so many other offers, but not enough time or energy to meet up with all the hungry bottoms. Would love to go back again sometime to have more fun and maybe see more of the city/area LOL

Has anyone ever sucked off a family memb? My first time was when my daughter had just given birth to her second son. I was babysitting my grandson while her man was visiting them in the hospital. He came home. Grandson was asleep. We watched a Knick game, had a few beers. I fell asleep on couch. I woke up a little later. He is watching porn. His BBC is out and he’s stroking it. I just stare at it. He catches me staring. Asks me if I like sucking cock. I said that as a matter of fact, I enjoy it! He said come over here and work this dick! I’ve been sucking him two or three times a week for the last 6 years. He wants to fuck me. Should I let him?

Great night at Steamworks. I got bred by 8 guys and then went back to my hotel. Still a horny pig I hooked up with a native African stud with dreds who destroyed me with his huge cock and filled me with a 5 day load

Tonight I was on A4A and saw a guy I recently started chatting with was on. Turns out he was going by my place on his way home, and would be coming in 15 minutes. Not a lot of prep time, but got my ass as ready as possible, and assumed the ass up position. He must have followed someone in, because I never got a call he was here, just heard the door opening. He walks up to me, says oh yeah, drops his pants and starts rubbing his semi on my ass. He fingers my hole, moans, and finally slips his cock in. His raw cock feels great and he starts fucking me nice and slow, this is the perfect fuck! He fucks me probably about 10 minutes and I feel him quicken his pace and start encouraging him to breed me. He shoves hard in me and stops and I feel his cock pulsing. He doesn't move. I start squeezing him and he moans, he says he's not gonna pull out yet and starts pumping again. A couple minutes later says he's going to give me another load, shoves in deep and again I feel him cumming. This time he pulls out. We chat a few minutes, I turned over to see him, and noticed his cock is still hard. I start sucking him and his balls are tight already, he's gonna cum a 3rd time!! He pushes me back, and shoves his cock in my ass again. Like his second load, he pounds like its his last fuck, and after a few minutes screams he's cumming again!! Fuck yeah! 3 loads. This time when he pulled out, still hard, I suck him again and again I feel his balls are tight like he's going to cum. I think I'd work out a 4th load with my mouth, but it wasn't to be in the end. He said I got it all. Look forward to meeting up with this guy again, it was fucking awesome!

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

Great night at Steamworks. I got bred by 8 guys and then went back to my hotel. Still a horny pig I hooked up with a native African stud with dreds who destroyed me with his huge cock and filled me with a 5 day load

If you are willing to take a raw cock in your ass, why would you not want the load? Like what’s the point? As a bb bottom, if a cock is sliding into me bare, I expect the load and I’m craving the load. That’s the point of barebacking! You definitely wouldn’t hear that bs from me.

I'm developing an interest in "dirty" jocks and underwear...in terms of sweat/cum stains and ripeness. I haven't gotten my hands on anyone else's or anything, but wouldn't be opposed. I need to start wearing my jocks more often...and apparently stop washing them altogether. ?

Had a guy last night. I put an ad out saying I just wanted to bottom. I get hit up with another bottom saying he wants me to fuck him. Seriously? Do people no longer read?

Part 25 - A Caribbean Sunset The fleet of Salinger limos were parked at the familiar curb side position, Lucy apologising that some will have to cramp in as they had hogged all but 2 limos. Mario and Curt still bewildered by everything going on and how they were being treated settled back in the limo with Steve and Callum whilst Jordan and Daniel took the rear facing seats, their limo was first to arrive at the Salinger Barbados Retreat Orchid Wing. Sofie stood at the front steps waiting to greet them, she rushed over and gave Daniel and Jordan a big hug and kiss followed by Steve and Callum. Mario and Curt stepped out and took in their surroundings before being jolted back by Sofie approaching. "Ahh and you two must be Mario and Curt." She said warmly and hugged them both. Curt a little surprised nodded "Hi, you must be Sofie?". Sofie chuckled "Indeed I am, Lucy has told me all about you and how I am to take you both under my wing". Mario looked shocked "Err everything?" he looked questioningly at her. Sofie smiled "Everything, but lets not dwell and get you to your suites" as she ushered them out of the heat. Daniel and Jordan had ordered Steve and Callum to share their suite the Orchid Salinger 2, Mario and Curt occupied Orchid number 4, the rest were scattered around the Orchid wing, at 4pm they all headed to Lucy and David's suite for afternoon tea. Mario and Curt where still amazed by their suite and gushed at everyone who would listen with thanks and appreciation. As everyone finished their tea Sofie appeared from the terrace and Lucy waved her in. Lucy looked at Mario and Curt "So guys you will head off with Sofie and have a chat". Curt stood up "I hope she goes easy on us in the interview". Lucy laughed "It's no interview just a chat to get to know you, but you will be busy over the next few days". Daniel interrupted "Mother can't they have a least a few days rest?" he looked at her pleading. "They will have some time after all the paper work is sorted out" Lucy laughed. Mario stood up and walked with Curt and Sofie back to the main wing of the hotel after saying goodbye to group. Daniel looked at his mother "What is going on then, you seem to be keeping something from us?". Lucy smiled "They need to sort out visas first and then Sofie is going to start their training". Daniel cocked his head to one side "And the rest mother?". "Okay, they will be spending several weeks here training to head up the bar and restaurant" Lucy explained to them. Daniel smiled "Good choice, I think they will fit in well". Lucy nodded "It will be hard full on training here before the LA hotel opens". The others in the group started to disperse out to the terrace to swim and sit in the sun. Daniel and Jordan had been asked to stay for a few minutes with Lucy and David, she looked a little apprehensive as she waited for everyone else to disperse. Daniel watched Callum jump in the pool before turning to his mother "Okay spill the beans" he said. Lucy looked serious "I want to propose an idea to you both" she started. "Don't look so worried Jordan" David chipped in. "How would you both feel at running this place for 3 month stretches then 2 off?" Lucy asked looking at them both. Jordan looked at Daniel who smiled back at him "What's the catch?" Daniel asked. "Well, the two months your off I want Steve and Callum to take over" She said finally revealing her hand. Daniel smiled at Lucy "It sounds great, have you asked them yet though?" he asked. Lucy looked out at the terrace "No, I didn't want to unless you were both on board with the idea". Jordan looked at Daniel "I am happy to but it is Danny's decision". Daniel shook his head "No Jordy, would you be happy with this arrangement?". Jordan looked over at Lucy then back to Daniel "Yes, as long as your here with me". "Then I guess it is a yes mother" Daniel smiled "You better ask Steve and Callum". Lucy nodded as relief appeared on her face "Yes, I hope they will accept the offer". David stood up "I will go and get them". The all watched as Steve and Callum got out of the pool and put on bathrobes, Steve looking a little bemused followed David and Callum in to the suites lounge. David invited them to sit down next to Daniel and Jordan, Steve looked at Daniel who just smiled at them. Lucy looked at Steve realising he had a strange look on his face "So we have something to tell you both" she started. "Did we do something wrong?" Steve said before Lucy could speak. Lucy chuckled "No, Danny and Jordan have agreed to take over running this hotel and the renovations". Callum looked at Daniel "Does this mean we won't see you as much if your moving here?" he asked. "Not at all, we will be doing 3 months here then 2 off" Daniel replied. "That brings me to my next problem" Lucy spoke again "we need someone to replace them the 2 months there are off" she smiled. Steve listened intently "Sorry I am still a little confused Lucy?". "We" she waved her hand around "want to ask if you would both consider it?" she paused. "You want Callum and I to run the hotel?" Steve asked looking shocked. Lucy smiled "Yes, we will train you of course plus the department heads are more than capable here". Callum gasped taken back by the offer "Live here for 2 months and run the place?". David looked at them both "With the expansion and introduction of the club rooms you two are perfect for it". Steve shook his head in disbelief "I guess we had resigned ourselves to working at the airline" he said. "Are you both happy with your jobs?" Lucy asked. Steve looked at Callum "We love what we do, but in reality no as it means to much time apart". Lucy nodded understanding them "And of course when you finish your 2 months stretch what you do is your choice". "How so?" Callum asked. Lucy smiled "Between your 2 months here you can stay on for a holiday, go back to the UK, whatever you want to do". "Please say yes" Daniel spoke up first with Jordan nodding. Steve smiled at Daniel "You have all been amazingly kind to us even though we are not family". Lucy laughed "Yes but you showed such kindness and friendship to Danny and all of us over the last few months". "Well I don't look on you as not being part of our family so to speak" David replied smiling at the boys. Steve looked at Callum's big grin on his face "Okay, yes we will do it". Lucy sat back in her chair and winked at David as her plan had finally come to fruition, she knew Steve and Callum wouldn't be so easy to talk in to the idea but David and herself were happy the hotel would be managed and loved. David leaned forward "Oh there is something else we need to tell the four of you". "What surprises have you now father?" Daniel asked curiously. David looked at Jordan "We tweaked the plans of the Orchid wing slightly in preparation". Jordan laughed "Preparation for what?". David chuckled "We added two slightly larger and more private beach front suites included that are yours". "Oh wow thank you father" Daniel went over and kissed his father. "I hope there is a bedroom for us still" Callum said jokingly. David laughed at Callum "I said two suites, one is for you and Steve and the other for Danny and Jordan". Steve looked amazed "We get one as well?". "Yes, they both have two bedrooms and private pool so you can invite family or friends over when you like" David replied. "But we will have to resign from our current jobs and mine has a 3 month contractual on it" Callum said realising. Lucy looked at him "Ahh yes, that will be sorted tomorrow morning once I have signed an agreement with your airline". "What do you mean, what agreement?" Steve asked curiously. Lucy smiled "I am allowing your airline to sell rooms here, but not the Orchid suites". Daniel shook his head "You never sell through other parties mother why the change of mind?". "They have been asking every year, only this year we had a bargaining tool" she nodded in Steve and Curt's direction. Callum looked at her "I hope you bargained hard?". Lucy mused for a moment "They are upset you are leaving, plus you are getting a severance payment of £50k each". "Holy shit" Steve said before clamping a hand on his mouth and apologising. Lucy chuckled "Well they have exclusivity and we get heavily discounted business class flights with no restrictions". Steve smiled "Good one". "Right enough business talk, lets go to the beach bar and celebrate" Lucy said standing up. Steve and Callum just looked at each other in shock. They walked out to the terrace and gathered the rest of the group from the pool and headed to the beach where Sofie was sat with Mario and Curt enjoying a glass of champagne. Jordan held Lucy's arm "Just one more thing we need Lucy". She looked at him "Oh yes, what's that?" "Can we poach Cael to the Orchid private beach to manage that?" Lucy glanced at Cael "I was planning on that myself Jordan" she laughed. "One day I will be a step ahead of you" Jordan and Lucy laughed with each other. "Thank you Jordan, I mean for everything" she nodded in Daniel's direction. Jordan looked over "You know he means the world to me Lucy". "I know, oh and the papers you signed when we first met, I destroyed them today" she smiled at Jordan. Jordan nodded "I forgot all about them, I never did read it you know". Lucy looked at him and kissed him on the cheek "I gathered you wouldn't". Lucy and Jordan sat with the others as Cael brought more glasses and champagne. They sat there talking with Steve and Callum started getting flustered about their current jobs until Lucy told them to relax and sort it out when the return as nothing was going to change now. The sun began setting and the last few guests headed back to the hotel to wash and change for dinner. Daniel and Jordan walked down to the beach and stood at the waters edge, the rest of the group were sat at the beach bar laughing and joking nosily with each other. The now deep orange glow radiated from the setting sun over the Caribbean sea. Daniel paddled in the water holding Jordan's hand. Jordan looked at Daniel and kissed him on the head "What a strange afternoon". Daniel hugged Jordan closer "Is it definitely what you want though Jordan?". "Living here with you? Yes of course I couldn't be more happier" Jordan said nodding his head. Daniel turned to face Jordan "Not just that but running the hotel as well?". Jordan laughed "Well it is only for 3 months at a time then 2 months off, hopefully we can go back to England then?". Daniel smiled "Oh thank you Jordy, I don't know if it is entirely possible to love you any more right now". Jordan held Daniel close and kissed him as the warm water of the Caribbean sea lapped around their ankles bathed in the perfect orange glow of the setting sun. David was facing the sea watching Daniel and Jordan from the beach bar when he sat upright, he had a feeling something was going to happen. If it was what he was thinking he hoped it would go the way both Lucy and him wanted, he tapped Lucy who turned to look at him, David put a finger to his mouth then pointed to the waters edge where they stood. The calypso music was still playing and wafting down from the pool terrace, but all the group had turned in silence to look at Daniel and Jordan. Daniel held Jordan's hands looking at him "So this is really happening then". Jordan smiled "I guess it is Danny, just promise me never to fall out of love with me". Daniel hugged Jordan "Never Jordy, you have completely turned my world upside down in a wonderful way". "You know we are standing literally where it all started a few months back Danny" Jordan looked with a smile at Daniel. Daniel squeezed Jordan's hand "It has been an amazing and crazy ride but you have brought me so much happiness". "So I guess we start a new chapter in our lives" Jordan looked at Daniel to gauge his reaction. Daniel smiled "An open book that we can write together". Jordan rummaged in his shorts pocket and got down on one knee and looked up at Daniel "Danny will you marry me?". Daniel looked in Jordan's eyes as his own tear fell on to Jordan's face "Yes Jordy of course I will". Jordan slipped the ring on Daniel's finger, he stood up and kissed Daniel deeply. They were interrupted from the cheering at the beach bar but ignored them and carried on kissing. Lucy welled up and held David's hand who leaned over and kissed his wife, he looked back over at them still kissing he said very simply 'Perfect moment'. Patrick and Lee both had big smiles on their faces, Lee turned to Patrick and said 'I don't think you can top that for a more romantic proposal'. Steve and Callum ran over Daniel and Jordan congratulating them. Lucy stood up and walked over to where Cael stood grinning to get some champagne to celebrate. "You look just as happy as Danny is Cael" Lucy said as she put her arm around him. Cael looked at Lucy "I knew it from the first day they met Lucy, the coconut fell and cracked with perfection". Lucy shook her head laughing "That it did Cael, you have always been a good friend to him over the years". Cael smiled "Champagne?". "Absolutely and you are joining us Cael" she said walking off towards to the waters edge. Daniel and Jordan closed the bedroom door, it was late and Daniel was slightly drunk from the champagne and celebrating they had all be doing. He collapsed on the bed and winced as he caught his left side which was still bruised, Jordan sat down on the bed beside him undressing. "You can't fool me I know your still in a bit of pain Danny" Jordan said looking at him. "It's not that bad, I fell back awkwardly. You made my parents very happy Jordy" he replied smiling up at Jordan. Jordan laid back next to him "I was kind of hoping for a small ceremony, but I don't think that is going happen". Daniel laughed "You also need to figure in that Nicky and Sam will hopefully be there so it will be public". Jordan ran his hand along Daniel's chest "I guess we need to set a date as well". "Christmas" Daniel muttered with his eyes closed. Jordan tapped Daniel "Come on sleepy head lets get in to bed". Jordan slipped between Daniel's legs and gently pushed his cock into his now fiancé, Daniel wrapped his arms around Jordan's neck and kissed him as they slowly made love. Jordan rolled on to his back and cuddled Daniel, they both had the biggest smiles of content and happiness as they ventured in to the future together.

Last night in DC at Glorious I went to "Hummer" to fuck and seed some ass. In the glory hole I was pulled in to a booth with a hot dad type with leather and a jock strap. He gets on his knees and starts to suck my cock which is nice and hard. He has it all slicked up as he is blowing me and it feels damn good. He asks if I like to fuck? Hell yes. I'm at the sex party of course I like to fuck. I tell him fuck yes and he groans. He is hitting poppers and I turn him around. I am grinding around his ass with my slicked up cock. He sucks his finger a bit and lubes up his hole for my dick. I slide inside and start to fuck him. The booth is small and as we fuck the wooded door and side are making lots of noise. He is so verbal and so am I. Sweat is pouring off of us in that little room. He slides off my dick and sucks me more. " come find me later I want your load" he says. As we leave I hear other guys fucking and sucking. I take a break and watch some hot fucking and a young black guy stops and reaches down to squeeze my hard on. I am sitting with my pants down letting my dick breathe. I rub his ass as he is naked from the waist down. He sucks me. I play with his hole which is wet and open. I get up and push him down. He spreads his legs and I play with his hole with my cock. Other guys are watching and jacking off. Still others are there sucking and fucking also. We move to the xxx video room and we fuck there. Guys are watching as I plow his hot hole. He pushes back with every thrust. I shoot my load deep inside. When my cock is done shooting, he gets up and thanks me and moves on. I get some comments from a few guys. "good job daddy" "that was hot" Thanks guys. I take another break and after awhile of watching others have sex I go to the back room near the theatre. I feel around and a nice bare ass is there. My dick is hard and I fuck him too. I shoot another load shortly after inside the unknown hole. It is after midnight and I see my first fuck bud walking around. I go up to him and we kiss long and deep. I'm playing with his nipples and he is in heaven. He sucks mine too. He feels my dick harden and we go to a corner. We strip naked this time and kiss and rub our bodies together. He bends down and gives me the best bj. I'm rock hard and he turns around so I can plow his hole. I fuck for awhile but don't cum. He is moaning loudly as my cock pounds his sweet hole. We kiss again and he asks if I like getting my hole licked? Sure. He does and it feels great. He sucks me again but my cock doesn't really get too hard. I think my dick is tired finally. We go in different directions and shortly after I leave. I am totally satisfied and relaxed. Until the next morning. My dick is stiff again. LOL

It was during a vacation that my dad's cousin (40 yo) was sleeping in my room. he invited me (20 yo) in his bad to watch vids on his phone. I fell asleep on his chest and I woke up later, when I felt his hand pushing my head, gently, toward his crotch. I found a nice, hard dick, willing to get sucked. It was not the first time I sucked a cock, but I still was not out and not that experienced. It was the first time I swallowed a load though. The night after I also got fucked and few days later the vacation was over. He invited me several times at his place after that vacation and for one year I have been his slut on call.

As a botom, there have been times I have taken cock raw then had second thoughts and asked the top not to cum inside me. Only once has the top listened to my request - if a bottom lets it in bare he should be prepared from that moment on to get bred.

1. Aiden I first saw Jay on a Friday night, early October. I was out at a club, standing by the side of the dance floor, watching the endless parade of bright young things. Tonight, it seemed a little more college boys, a little less desperate twenty-something actors. I didn't really care that much about the crowd. It was a mixed night, and I was already too busy defending myself against horny drunk girls, much less trying to separate the gay boys from the straight men. But first, I should probably back up and introduce myself. I'm Aiden. I'm fifty years old, and I've been in that other industry since I was twenty. We never call it anything other than "The Industry," if we even call it anything at all. Activists might call it "sex work" in an effort to give it legitimacy or make it seem more glamorous than it really is. But there is nothing glamorous about the life of a boy selling his body. In order to survive, you must become someone not quite human. You must become a creature who just enacts the core human emotions like empathy, love, and care. You can't survive with real emotions. I was one of the lucky ones. I grew up and graduated. I'm no longer one of the boys. I'm a pimp, and now I get to own the boys. It's not an accident that we call it owning; it's about as close to slavery as it gets these days. It sounds cruel, but I believe it is better this way. It's easier on the boys in the long run if they understand that they are possessions, things to be bought and sold, passed around and shared. The entire process is easier for a bottom, of course. They already understand that they are just vessels for another man's pleasure. Yeah, I said man there. It's a straight boy's fantasy to be paid by women for sex. It. Does. Not. Happen. For men, the Industry is only about man on man, and the sooner a so-called straight boy figures that out, the better for him. In the Industry, we call that process "breaking a boy." The best of us pimps can do it in our sleep. Once you get the hang of it, it's easy, and for me, it came naturally. Of course, it's never easy for the boy. It is always a struggle for a boy to accept his position in the Industry. Back to the night at hand. I had a vodka and cranberry in my hand; I had been nursing it slowly enough that the ice had melted, leaving it weak and watery. I was waiting for the boys to start to approach me. It might take a second or third drink, but they always did. They might claim to be straight, but it didn't matter. Straight boys don't approach fifty year old men in a club. Only gay boys do, and those are only the ones with serious daddy issues. Jay approached me right as I was thinking about ditching my drink and getting another one. The first thing I noticed was his glasses. It was unusual to see a guy out at the club with glasses, much less the striking blue frames he had on. The second thing I noticed was that he was holding a drink. I wondered how he had gotten the drink; he barely looked old enough to fuck, much less to be able to get a drink. No doubt he had a fake ID. Before I got him naked, I'd have to see his real ID. "Hi," he said. "Hi," I replied. I smiled, letting him see my teeth. "Having a good night?" "Yeah," he said. "First time here. It's great." "Cool. I'm Aiden," I said. "Jay," he replied. He held out his hand, and I shook it. His skin was soft and warm. He had an easy life and hadn't gained the rough skin and calluses of manual labor. "You here alone? Or are you with friends?" "I was here with friends. But I seem to have lost them." He looked around again, in a feeble effort to find them amidst the crowd. "I was talking to a girl, and I guess they moved on." I tried not to laugh. He may have been talking to a girl, but that wasn't what he really needed. "Cool. What happened to her? She still around?" "Somewhere," he said, looking around the club again. He focused on the dance floor, and pointed someone out. "There she is. The Asian chick." I followed his finger the best I could. There was a cute Asian girl; dressed in a way that screamed money. I looked Jay over again. She wasn't completely out of his league. At about 6'1", he was a few inches taller than me and his tight graphic t-shirt showed off his muscular body well. But, even from the few words we had exchanged, I could tell he was still young, naive and unfamiliar with talking to girls. "She's cute," I said. "You like Asian girls?" "I dunno," he said. "It all depends on the girl." "What do you like?" "Oh. You know. A little shorter than me. Not too big. Not really a breast man." Or, I thought, he likes his girls boyish. It was already clear that he liked his men to be daddies. "I need another drink," I said. "You want one?" "Yeah, that would be great." "This way," I said. He followed me to the bar. "How long have you been in LA?" I asked as we got in line. "A little over a month," he said. "I'm a freshman at USC." I wasn't surprised. He had the good looks of someone who had spent his entire life never worrying about money. He anticipated my next question. "I grew up outside of Denver." He also had the rugged build of someone for whom the outdoors was easy to get to. "What about you?" "Been here for too long," I said. "Moved here when I was eighteen. Grew up in rural Missouri." I didn't want to give too many details. It was my job to know everything about his life; it was just as important that I remain an enigma to Jay. "What do you do?" "I work in the industry." He didn't need to know which industry it was; I knew he would assume it was the entertainment industry. That was not too far from the truth. "Oh cool. I want to be a producer." "A lot of my good friends do that." Despite changes in social mores, Hollywood was still surprisingly old-fashioned. At least once a week, a producer would call me needing a "new friend" for some celebrity needing some play time without the tabloids finding out. Or they wanted something more reliable than what they could find themselves. The line was moving quicker than I expected. It wasn't long before we were nearly there. "What are you drinking?" I asked. "Are you even old enough to be drinking?" "Well. My ID says I am. And it's a vodka and soda." "Good answer," I said. "For both." I'd really have to see his ID before anything happened. I didn't worry about alcohol. No one would prosecute for just giving an under-age kid a drink. But sex, well, that was a totally different story. "Two Grey Goose and soda." "Nice," Jay said. "Been drinking well tonight." This was almost like shooting fish in a barrel. I would show him a little bit of the good life, and get him used to it. "I'm here on a scholarship," he continued. He had pulled it off well. But then I looked him over again. The subtle flaws that I had missed when I had first examined him were obvious now that I knew to look for them. The shirt, although fashionable, had the awkward drape I associated with a knock-off. His glasses were the same: the color wasn't perfect, and there were some hard edges to the design that I associated with a cheap chain store. Call it Lenscrafters chic. The barrel just got smaller, and the fish bigger. It would be easier than I expected. I handed him his drink. "Cheers," I said. He didn't flinch from my gaze as we clinked glasses. "To success," I said, not specifying what success constituted. I was already running through a list of old friends of mine who would want to have first crack at the young man's ass. "Success," he replied. He was smiling; I wondered what success meant for him tonight. In the end, it didn't really matter what he wanted. So much of what I was going to do with him was going to be about teaching him what he wanted. Yeah, there would always be that initial spark of desire from him; he had shown it in spades. But there was a lot I was going to get to teach him, and in turn, mold it into a core part of not just his sexuality, but also his own identity. We took a sip of our drink, and scanned the crowd. It was a busy night, and on the dance floor, beautiful members of both sexes were out having a good time. As the night wore on, more of the boys were shirtless. Not only that, more of them no longer cared who they were grinding against. It could have been a girl, it could have been a boy. "Fun night," Jay continued. I nodded in agreement. My pocket buzzed. The vibration was just enough to set off my dick. I had been keeping my thoughts high and abstract. But the sudden stimulation jerked me back to the present, and I wondered what his green eyes would look like, staring up at me as his lips were wrapped around my cock. "One second," I said, and pulled out my phone. "Crystal ParTy tonight," it began. It was from my friend ****, who was just as his messages. "One am. Intercontinental, Rm 1902. Bring yourself. Bring a good boy. Bring a friend." "Looking forward. I've got both." I texted back. "$ounds good. eVeryThing covered here." My dick throbbed again. Jay was going to get quite the introduction tonight. I turned to the young man, even if it meant looking up at him. "Friend is having a party. Wanna come with me?" "Where?" he asked, but even in the dim light, his pupils dilated enough to be noticed. "Downtown. I'll get us an Uber." "Awesome," he said. He moved a little closer to me and his lips pursed slightly at the end, like he was waiting for a kiss. Unfortunately, the moment passed. I knew what I needed to do. "Follow me," I said, drinking down the rest of my drink quickly. He followed, gulping down the stiff drink. If I had timed it right, we'd be in the car when the alcohol hit him. "First, text your friends where you're going. Party at the intercontinental hotel." I pulled out the phone again, and held it in front of us. "Quick selfie. My friend wants to see you." I'd also use it to run a fast auction of first breeding rights. The first one turned out perfect, and then Jay wanted one as well. He took a few before the deciding on the best one. "Memories of a fun night," he said. "Hopefully, it is just beginning, I said. "You should send it to your friend as well, so they know I'm not a psycho creeper." I could see him blush, but again, he also moved closer to me. He quickly texted someone. I was close enough I could read the text. "New friend I met. Invited me to a party downtown. See you tomorrow." "Thanks," Jay said, as he hit send. "For thinking of me. I wouldn't have even thought about it." I wondered what his friends would think of the picture. A young man and a much older man. My beard, although still thick, was more silver than brown now, and the wrinkles on my face were becoming more prominent. But perhaps they had already figured out what Jay was just discovering. "It's fine," I said. I didn't tell him how this was an important part of the process. He needed to trust me, to think that I put him first and looked out for his best interests. But I only looked out for my interests. "It's fun to party and meet new people. But remember, not everyone is on the up and up. Not everyone has your best interests at heart." Just like me, I thought. I didn't have to worry about his friends knowing I had taken him somewhere. By the time things got really dangerous, he'd be begging me for it. The best times, they begged me to drug them, to breed them, to infect them. "One second," I said, as I sent a quick text attached to the picture of the two of us. "Fresh meat. Tonight only. Bidding starts at two." I sent it to three of my old friends, Rod, Steven, and Alex. Each of them had a fondness for younger boys, and each of them absolutely loved the idea of deflowering a freshly-minted man. "200," Rod texted back. A few seconds later, Steven replied. "250." "Wanna head out?" I asked Jay. "We can get a cab there." "Sure," he said. I walked towards the exit. I made it a point not to turn around for the first few steps. I knew he would follow me, and he did. He kept close enough to me that I could feel his body heat. I turned around at the steps down off the dance floor. "Need some help," I asked and offered him my hand. He nodded, and I helped him down on to the sticky concrete floor. I thought I detected just the hint of a stagger; the alcohol was just beginning to hit. Hopefully the full rush wouldn't be far off. I had taken the side exit, right by the exit no one knew about. It was just a few steps before we were out in the warm night. "I'll get a uber," I said, and pulled out my phone again. I called for a car, then check the many messages I had received. The bidding was going nicely. "300," then "350", and then "400", quickly followed by "500." In just a few messages, it jumped to 750, and it now was at 90. That one had come in just a few minutes ago. As I unlocked the phone a new message came in. It was from Rod. "1300, with pozzing privileges." There were two things Rod loved more than anything. The first was deflowering young men. The second was infecting them with HIV. "Pozzing is on the table? 1500." Steven also loved spreading his virus. "Hell yeah. 1750," Alex sent me. Alex also enjoyed sharing his virus. My old friends were twisted, nasty men. "2000," Steven replied. "2500," Rod answered back. Jay was going to make me a lot of money, and it wasn't even his first official day on the job. "I'm out," Alex texted the four of us. "Me too. Rod's a lucky pervert," Steven wrote back. "You win," I texted Rod. "I'll swing by and pick you up." "Sounds good to me." I checked the app. The car was still about five minutes away. "Five minutes," I said to Jay. We had stepped out onto a side street and it was dark and quiet. Despite being right in the middle of the busy section, we felt quite alone. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my keys and wallet. From my wallet, I extracted a small bag of white powder. "You ever had a skiing trip?" I asked, indicating the bag. "Skiing?" Jay replied, his face showing his confusion. "You know. Cocaine. Coke." I put the wallet away, and used the key to my front door to scoop up a little mound of the white powder. I snorted it quickly. "Fuck, that feels good." I rubbed my nose quickly. "You want to try?" "I...I...I dunno. Never done it before." He hesitated, but kept on watching me. He was interested, I could tell. "I mean. What's it like?" "You smoked pot?" He nodded. "Anything else?" I asked. "Yeah, molly sometimes." "That's good. It's like molly. Only you're stronger. You're fearless." "I just," he started, but never completed the thought. "Just one hit," I said. "See if you like it. Don't worry. You won't get addicted from one little bump." "You sure?" he asked. I nodded. I also stuck the key back in the bag and pulled out another bump. It was smaller than the one I had done, but for a beginner, it was still plenty large enough. "I mean, I can just..." "Try it?" I said, finishing his sentence. He nodded. "Yeah. You should." I held out the key with its white payload. "Just snort it up." Jay leaned in, pushed a finger against one nostril, and snorted. He snorted a bit longer than necessary. "Damn," he said, right after. "That burns." He trailed off just as an uncontrollable smile of bliss emerged on his face. "But, fuck." He trailed off again, lost in his little private world of pleasure as the cocaine got absorbed by his blood, and delivered to his brain. "It's nice. Just relax. Cab is almost here. If you want, you can do another bump when we're on our way." "Yeah," Jay said. "That's a good idea. This is nice." Another euphoric moan of contentment. "Thanks. Really nice." "Enjoy it," I said. I pulled out my phone. "The boy need any vitamin G?" Rod had texted me. "Why the fuck not?" I wrote back quickly. I turned my attention back to Jay. "A friend of mine wants to join us. Gonna swing by his place, if that's cool." "Oh, yeah, that's cool." Jay was still spinning a bit from the cocaine. My dick twitched, watching Jay ride the first waves of the high. The ease of convincing him to use cocaine meant that all the next steps would be easy. It would not be long before Rod's thick, infected dick was deep inside of him, dripping toxic pre-cum. A white Prius pulled up. I checked the plates; not that I needed to, it was the epitome of Uber-ness. "Here's our ride," I said. I opened the door for Jay. He got in, but I still had to help him. I crawled in after him, as he scooted over to the far side. "9255 Doheny. The tall one." Rod was only about fifteen minutes away. "Good night?" I asked, as we pulled away and into the warm California night. "Yeah," he said. "Pretty busy." I pulled out the baggie, and Jay scooted a bit closer to me. "You mind?" I asked. "Nah. Have fun." "You want?" I asked. "Damn, I wish. I but I gotta drive." I scooped out a big mound. Jay's naiveté was once more working in my favor. He had no idea about doses, much less what his dose should be. The mound was big, perhaps a little bigger than even I would want to start with. It would be just right for Jay. "For you," I said. "Fuck," Jay said, eyeing the mound. He knew it was larger than his last bump, but he had no measure for how it would affect him. "Yeah," he grunted as he leaned in and snorted the mound. "OH. FUCK," he said out, filling the interior of the small cars with his grunts of pleasure. "Newbie?" the driver asked. "Yeah," I said. I scraped another bump, not quite as big as Jay's, and did it. I took a look at Jay; his eyes were wide, and I knew he was flying. I was just nicely buzzed; I would wait for the party before I got properly high. Besides, Rod had promised a bit of G, and I had to be the responsible adult, taking care of Jay. "Doing ok there, Jay?" I asked him. "Oh yeah," he said. "Feels so good," he said. I smiled, and put my hand on his thigh. He was fidgeting a bit, and I held his leg in place. "Just relax. Enjoy it. Don't worry, I'll make sure it's good." "I know," Jay said. His leg stopped shaking, but I could feel the tension still in his body. "It's just hard," he started. "To let go?" I asked, anticipating his next words. "Yeah," he said. I just nodded in agreement. My own bump was kicking in, and I was floating on waves of pleasure. I wanted to see Jay naked. I wanted to see cock sliding into his hole. I wanted to see him bred. But all that needed to wait. It just needed to wait a few agonizing minutes. The traffic was surprisingly light and we were doing good time towards Rod's place. It gave me an excuse; I pulled out my phone and called him. "Yeah. Almost there. Less than 5 away. We'll be downstairs," I said. "I've got the Vitamin G. Mixed it in some Gatorade," Rod said. That was what Jay couldn't hear. "Yeah, bring that. We need something to drink," I said. That was the part that Jay could hear. "See you soon." "That your friend?" Jay asked. "What's he like? What's his name again?" "Rod. Rod Eisenman," I said. I flicked through my phone, trying to find a picture of Rod suitable to show the young man. Most of them were him fucking some hot young boy's mouth or ass. "He's cool. I think you'll like him." I finally found one, him shirtless at some street fair, a pair of thin black suspenders holding up his pants. Whether it was intentional or not, I noticed the top button of his pants was undone. "He looks like a cool dad. The one you can't quite believe is actually a dad." "Yeah, that's a good way to describe him." We were pulling up to Rod's place. "Just pull in under the awning." There was no one else, so I figured we would wait. I rolled down the window to see out better. It was less than a minute before Rod walked out of the front door, a small backpack slung over his shoulder. In addition to the G-laced Gatorade, it would have some lube, a cockring or two, plus a pipe and a stash of tina. Rod was prepared for everything, except for safer sex. He walked around, and got in on Jay's side of the car. Jay got the middle seat. "Hi," Rod said. "I'm Rod. You must be Jay." Rod put the backpack on the floor in front of him. "Yeah, I'm Jay. Nice to meet you." "Good to meet you too. Aiden's been telling me a bit about you." "All set?" I asked Rod and Jay. They both nodded. "W hotel. On the boulevard," I told the driver. "Right on," he said. Rod reached down into the bag, and pulled out a bottle of Gatorade. "Ready for your Vitamin G?" "I'm definitely ready," I said. "And I'm sure Jay will want some. How much is in there?" "I put in three doses." "Perfect," I said. I reached over Jay, and took the bottle of Gatorade from Rod. I opened it and began to drink the sweet liquid. I could just barely taste the bitterness of the GHB. "Vitamin G? Doses?" Jay asked. The alcohol was wearing off, but the cocaine was still making his head spin. "What's that." "Oh," Rod said. "Just some G in the Gatorade. You done it before?" Jay shook his head no. It was one more new thing for Jay to explore this weekend. "You'll love it. Makes you feel warm and happy. Takes the edge off of the cocaine." I drank about a third of the bottle and then I passed it back to Rod. He quickly drank his third, before handing it to Jay. "Your turn. Just drink up," Rod said. The young man hesitated for a moment. Like I had earlier, Rod put his hand on Jay's leg. "Come on. We are all in this together. We'll look out for you." It was as much the tone as the content of Rod's words that got Jay to put the bottle back to his lips and gulp down. "Nice," Rod said. I noticed he hadn't taken his hand off of Jay's thigh. I didn't mind. Rod was paying over two thousand dollars for the pleasure of deflowering Jay. It was bad service to deny him the implicit pleasures of holding the boy's hand. Besides, as soon as Jay was done with the bottle he put his hand on top of Rod's. "How are you feeling?" Rod asked Jay. There was a kindness in his voice, one that I recognized well. It was the tone he used when he was trying to convince a boy to do things. Things like have bareback sex with him or to blast his seed into the boy's body. "Good," Jay said. "Really good." "That's what we want to hear," Rod said. "How do you know Aiden?" he asked, making small chat as the car took us to the night's next destination. "Just tonight," Jay said. "But he's been really awesome." "Of course. He's a cool guy. You're lucky to have met him." Jay's hand was still on top of Rod's. "How old are you?" Rod asked. "18," Jay said. "I'm a freshman." "How has the adjustment been?" Rod asked. "Good?" "Yeah. Still trying to meet people." "Aiden's a good one for meeting people. He'll introduce you to a lot of new friends." I smiled. "Friends" was our code for clients. Rod was a "new friend" for Jay. "I know. He's already introduced me to you." "You feeling it yet? The G?" Rod asked. "I think so," Jay said. "How are you feeling?" "Warm," Jay started. We rounded a corner fast than I expected, and not being belted in, Jay was pushed up against Rod. "Horny," I heard him whisper. Rod smiled. Jay leaned in, and their lips met. It was a short kiss, but it was a kiss. It wasn't an accident or the bumpy road. It was a real kiss, two men pressing their lips against each other. But it wasn't a long kiss. As soon as Jay realized what he had started, he pulled back. "Oh god, I'm sorry," he said.

Recently I was bred by hung top at his place. As he came inside me, he told me that he was positive. I know I must have taken poz load before unknowingly, but this was the first time someone said to me that he was charged. To my own surprise, I was very turned on by it and begged him to give me his toxic load. I am on prep so I should be safe from this regard. However, I couldn’t help but think what if I organise myself a breeding party of poz tops. I wonder however how trucada would respond to all these toxic flows. Should the med be strong enough to fight them all off or will the protection decrease as the number increases? Or something else. also, I was wondering if poz tops would be keen to breed a prep hole.

I decided to hit the Club as I was in St Louis. As I had never before been there, it took some time to find my way around, but on my first Round I found the booths where I also found a nice cock and after some convincing, a load in my ass from another nice cock. It was a nice back and forth with him reaching and playing with my larger guiche which I had gotten that same day. That was really nice. Realizing the Club, unlike some baths, stored all the additional 'amenities' at the front, I headed back to the front where I grabbed some poppers and had some alone time. Round 2. I headed back out, this time through the steam room. Now keep in mind, not a lot of guys were there, but those that were looked promising, including a well-hung guy sitting in the steam room. I chose a nice corner in which I could have been readily fucked, but all too quickly the heat caught-up with me, so I headed out, still up on poppers. Returning to the booths for another round, I heard the click of the latch on the door of the middle booth. Apparently the occupant had just left. So I entered that booth and found a cock, mmmm, nice, about eight inches, was sticking through the glory hole on the right side of the booth. I opened by sucking on it, and after some time turned around and presented my ass, the ultimate pleasure. He was quite willing to fuck me. Aligning my ass just right, and, fuck, oh yes. He pounded deeeep. About someone entered the booth on the left side of my booth, and a second cock presented itself for my services. Well, the only bad thing I’ll say about the booths is, perhaps, they're too wide. I had to struggle to get keep my ass in the position to get deep-dicked, yet to stroke myself, and finally to suck the other man's dock. The set-up really wasn't working very well for me to service the two cocks simultaneously. Still, I did my best to suck the one guy, pleasure myself, and still concentrate on satisfying the cock in my ass, but the guy fucking me was not going for the quick load, but the long haul. About then another cock slid through a second glory hole in the booth to my right, so now I was stroking myself, trying to suck two cocks, and to get reamed by a third guy, (or in this case, technically the first, since his cock was in my ass before I began playing with either of the other two guys). There were a couple of ins and outs on the side booths and as much as I’d have love another couple of loads in my mouth, the cock and the spacing just wasn't good. Finally the guy fucking me said "I wanna fuck you in the sling." So, as I had never been in a sling, but had been enticed by the prospects of doing so, I was sure up for that. The two of us made our way to the sling, I got into position, and, with my legs back, his cock was deep in my hole. I loved the experience. A couple of guys peered over, watching, some smoking. I found myself thinking of each voyeur 'I bet you wanna be next', and sure enough, one guy came over and began playing my ringed cock and balls. The top in my ass was pounding along, which meant this was probably the longest, most frustrating fuck I’ve had. He continually teased me, seemingly without intent of actually cumming, but to my pleasure his rhythm picked-up, his breath became increasingly ragged, and his increased sweat told me he was close, so with each deep thrust I milked his cock with my ass muscles. His moans drove me nuts. Suddenly he stopped. I continued trying to milk his cock, and could feel his cock swelling as I clamped down. Oh, fuck, what a sensation. I couldn't have been happier. Then he withdrew. I automatically said 'thanks', but the sensation of having no cock in my ass was frustrating. Needing a rest I headed back to my room to watch some porn, take some poppers and stroke myself for a bit.

I was talkin to an alpha bull online recently who wanted to gang rape me with his buddies so fuckin rough and loud that the police get called so he could try to whore me out to em for having to come out and check on me..... got me thinkin of when i was 16 and i was at a rest stop back by the semis cruising for dick when a state patrol officer pulled in and asked why i was back there, he looked at my license N asked me to step outta the car N said he was gonna search it, he put me in cuffs N looked thru the car, he found a duffle i had condoms, lube N porn mags in, looked at me and threw it back in my trunk N said we both know what u were doin back here, he started grabbin his dick thru his uniform.... he said i had 2 choices, he arrests me for prostitution or we take a walk in the woods N work something out.... just as we got into the woods he told me to get on ur fuckin knees faggot! He told me i was gonna get what i wanted as he unzipped his pants N pulled his thick fuckin dick out. He left me in the cuffs N grabbed the back of my head and made me look in his eyes while he raped my throat so fuckin hard it felt like id pass out! He never let up till i swallowed 2 loads from him then he uncuffed me, spit in my face N walked towards his car. He saw a trucker who was watching N told him theres a faggot back there takin loads if u wanna rape the bitch... he got in his car N drove off and the trucker grabbed me and put me on a picnic table in the open N slammed his raw cock balls deep in me! He held me down by the neck as he raped me till another trucker walked up N held me down, by the time he bred me 3 guys had busted in my throat N another was about to rape my ass. Before he slammed into me he said he can either poz rape me in his sleeper so i dont get passed around all night or he can poz rape me right there till more guys line up.... he said its ur choice u fuckin whore, either way my fuckin poz seed is gonna be in ur pussy when im done with u! He made me beg him to rape and poz me in his sleeper b4 he drug me to his truck. He slammed the door behind us as we got in his semi N pushed me towards the bed, tellin me to get face down and spread ur fuckin legs whore! He stripped N shoved his fingers inside me as he stroked his dick askin me how old i was, i said 16 and begged him to use a condom.... he said he almost feels bad pozzing me but thats what happens to fuckin whores who beg for it and he slammed into me! He fuckin raped 3 loads into me as i lied there motionless takin it till he pulled out of me N said get the fuck outta my truck u nasty bitch! i got in my car and called a fuck buddy who was a doctor and told him what happened, he said to come over and he will give me a post exposure RX, when i walked in he was rock hard from what i told him happened and he fucked me on the floor of his entryway telling me 1 more poz load isnt gonna matter with all the seed inside me!! It was the first time he fucked me raw and the 1st time he told me he was poz! He unloaded in me, got up N tossed the RX's on the floor by me N told me i gotta go cause he had some 20yo neg pussyboy on the way over N he was gonna stealth the bitch and knock him up! I got hard as fuck as i passed him in the hall as i walked to the elevator knowin what was about to happen to him!

So a year ago I found out I was likely Poz, but several subsequent tests said otherwise. I've never called myself a chaser, but over the years the thought of converting and breeding has gotten me hotter than words can say. Just a month ago I found out I am POZ. Today I found out how high my VL load and T-Cells are. it's bad, but my dick is dripping, my nuts ache and my hole is twitching. Everyone thinks I should feel bad or be scared. I'm just horny and craving cum Not even sure I wanna take the drugs. am I fucking insane? Making my peace is one thing. this is... different.

I fuxkin Miss BIKE too. I got a few around here but I hate that Rawlings took it over I currently Wear SafeTGuatd... but who here likes it safe? lol!

Had a guy tell me to go to the cross streets then ghost me. Also had a guy give me an address of someone else and then ghost me. For me its bb parties and thats it. Cant trust anyone nowadays.

I’ve read a theory that the virus affects the host’s brain and causes him to want to spread it. I don’t want to give it to anyone, but I was enjoying topping very slutty males before I tested Poz. So maybe it was affecting me too.

OMG, LMFAO. i have encountered just about every one of these and sometimes have gotten to the point that i am paranoid. I start forming conspiracy theories in my mind like some religious cult has fake guys on gay sites just to frustrate us. For me, one of the worst is when a guy chats you up and asks for your address then ghosts. I cannot count the number of times that's happened. I got to the place with some guys where if i suspected (more paranoia) they weren't legit, i wouldn't give my address, but a cross street, then tell them to text or email me when they got there and i'd give them the address. sigh, i do miss cruising on location.

I'm not glorifying my experiences. I freely admit it fucked me up. it led me to seek out others willing to fuck a preteen/teenage boy and put me on the path thatbI am on today. severely Poz. However, If I never made peace with my past, If I never reclaimed.my power and my time, the demons born of years of predators using me would have killed me. late into my 20's inwas s hi icidal and unstable. changing the focus allows me to cope, move on and accept not only myself but to take ownership and responsibility for my actions. With my taste as they are today, I can focus on whatever pleasure I derived from the experiences and focus on that instead of the horror. it may not make sense to everyone, but it works for me. it's about perspective.

That time is here for me I fear. I'm asymptomatic, but with less than 100 tcells ans a viral Load in the 6 digit range. I'm eager to breed but I cant breed if I'm dead. I know what I must do. but at the same time I love just sticking my hand in my jock and under my skin to feel how sticky my head is... everytime I see a a potential convert pass my way. That's why I was worried. Dont think i am anymore. Thanks to you guys

I was horny and decided to check out the video booths just off the highway in Providence RI. Quickly walked past everyone in the booth hallway feeling embarrassed and found an open booth and ducked in fast. I put in some money and searched for something to jerk off with and found one with a woman having a threesome with two guys and I was really getting into it when I noticed someone watching me through a hole in the wall. I tried ignoring him but he kept asking to suck my cock and after awhile he said he understands I'm nervous and says I should try a few sniffs of his poppers. I tried them..... more than I should have.... and really started feeling hot and horny and ended up unlocked the door so I could be watched stroking off. Some guys looked in then one came inside.... the guy who gave me the poppers....he fed me more poppers and kept asking how I liked watching bisexual porn and I realized that he was right and it was making me hornier and after more poppers he had me on my knees stroking and sucking his cock and let another guy in the booth to watch. I told him to please don't cum in my mouth and he said he wouldn't do anything like that and then laughed and just a minute or so later he grabbed my head and unloaded his cum with such force and it seemed like it was never going to end. So much cum that I was forced to start swallowing and it still started leaking from my mouth and dripping everywhere. He just left me there on my knees with cum dripping everywhere and when I opened my eyes I see the other guy smiling and shaking his cock in my face and all I could think of was doing it again.

Sauna Yesterday. Yesterday cold and wet , just what's needed to get guys in to the Sauna 1st Fuck - a very horny short muscle stud (early 50's , but very well preserved) I used to fuck him at a local cruising site. He is short 5'5 or so but hot as hell , with a bubble butt which would be the envy of guys half his age . We started kissing in a public are , and i lifted his towel and started to finger his ass , initially he said that he hadn't cleaned out and could we just kiss and he suck me off. I got him kneeling on the mattress in a cubicle and got my tongue up his hole, sure enough about 20 seconds he relented and I was balls deep in to him BB. He was moaning and squealing like a little piggy and he came all over the mattress. I showered and headed in to the dark room -and fooled around with a couple of guys , 1 wanted to "rubber up" , I politely refused and moved on. There was a guy bending over sucking cock with his perky ass sticking out , I wet my finger and started to play with his ass once a had a finger in him another quickly rolled. We went in to a cubicle and i rimmed him and opened him up till I could get 4 fingers in him. When I entered him he was like warm velvet. We alternated between me fucking him , him sucking me and me rimming him , then kissing him , he just loves the taste of his own ass. I finished off by humming in his mouth. And all within a couple of hours.

I have set it to one email a day but I’m still getting one for every photo uploaded.

thats the best part about getting fucked doggystyle.i can blow guys while other guys breed me.i notice when guys use my mouth on the bathhouse fuckbench they usually take the next turn fucking me when the guy in me finishes.i love when a stranger cums in me then pulls out and the guy im blowing just moves around to my hole and slides in like they know thats what i'm for

Paybacks a Bitch (so is my Brother) Part 4 Tyson could only moan with Rod’s cock stuffed in his mouth as I dumped another load on toxic cum inside his ass. I could see Rod grab my brother’s skull between his two hands as he let the new cock sucker, “Time for you to learn that a real man’s cock belongs in a cock suckers throat.” I felt Tyson’s body convulsing and heard a “Oompha” from him and knew that Rod’s cock was inching its way into my brother’s throat as he was being taught the proper way to suck cock. Rod continued to mental challenge Tyson, “That’s it jock boy, suck that cock. Use for throat of yours and make me feel good.” With Rod’s ass right in front of my face I could tell he was slowly working his 9” in and out of Tyson’s throat while providing instruction as he pulled out, “Breath I through your nose before you suck my cock into your throat again.” I continued to work my poz load deeper into my brother’s as I knew something that would help get Rod to cum down Tyson’s throat. I wanted him to know what cum tasted like as he was going to be consuming it frequently over the next two weeks. I leaned in and began to eat Rod’s ass. His moans told me I was thing it right, his comment told me he wanted more, “Fuck yeah Steph, eat my ass. Fuck jock boy, your bro’s going to mage me cum soon. You better be ready to eat some sperm cause I’m going to be feeding you real soon.” I kept my tongue I Rod’s ass as he kept fucking my brother's mouth and throat. I could feel his ass start to clench as ha was getting closer to fling Tyson’s mouth with a load of his own dirty cum. I figured a few more thrusts and Tyson would have those baby makers shot into his tongue. Rod showed a kind streak he rarely shows a but he's skull fucking, “Jock boy better me ready to swallow my sperm cause I’m about to fill your mouth with enough sperm to choke a horse.” I knew Rod always shot huge loads, I’m usually able to keep up but wondered how my bro was going to handle the cum he was about to receive. This action also had be ready to deliver another load before I’d turn his ass over for Rod to breed. Rod was ready to give Tyson his first taste of creamy sperm as I felt his ass spam and he moaned if, “Oh yeah jock boy, taste that dirty sperm. I’m know you’ll enjoy the taste and it’ll go better when I breed your jock boy ass. Just savor the taste. I think you should use my sperm as tooth paste and brush your teeth with it.” With Tyson’s head still I Rod’s hands he finished filling up his mouth as a little dribbled of the corners if his lips and which Rod licked up as I finished filling Tyson’s ass one more time before I was ready to pull out. I was able to grab the toothbrush Rod asked me to have on hand. Rod took the toothbrush from me and as he told Tyson to hold his sperm he inserted the toothbrush into Tyson’s mouth and began to vigorously brush Tyson’s teeth. I knew the objective was to use the toothbrush to massage the virus present on Rod’s jiz into Tyson's gums.

Paybacks a Bitch (so is my Brother) Part 3 Tyson looked you at me as I continued to fuck my I un medicated poz cum into his formerly straight (and eventually to become his formerly negative) ass. After I left home I met a number of older men who introduced me to the party scene and it didn’t take long before I was pozzed. In fact a pozzing party was held in my honor when I agreed to be the star of a porn video that would capture the event. I made some good money on that video along with a second one I’ve done where I finally showed my silks as a top. Some of my friends wanted me to record my brother’s transformation from straight jock to poz, bottom cum dump. Since I was practically ‘raping’ him I felt that it wasn’t a good idea to record the events. My cock was still rock hard (thanks to Cialis) and I knew I needed to take this to the next level and start the mental aspect of his transformation. This was going to require slamming him into the stratosphere. With the Tina he consumed through the Gatorade and from my shotguns I hoped for an easy time administering his slam. Luckily I planned for this and had a friend hiding in a bedroom upstairs ready to help me slam my brother. Rod was listening in and was set to join us when I stared the metal aspect of transiting Tyson. As I Looked at my brother I asked him, “How are you liking that cock of mine inside your no longer straight ass?” Tyson definitely seemed conflicted as he struggled between the pleasure he was receiving and the idea that he was having gay sex. That question also was the signal for my friend Rod to join us as I pushed his legs back a little more keeping him pinned on the couch as Rod quickly place the tourniquet on his right arm and swabbed a good vein. Tyson started to object, “What the fuck are you doing?” Rod was very skillful as he slid the point in, registered the familiar flash and face Tyson a big slam. When the tourniquet was removed Tyson coughed out hard as his brain tried to wrap around what the Tina was starting to do to his mind and body. I felt his body convulsed with each cough as I felt the chems take effect and see the change in his face as he rode the rush of his first slam with more to come. Rod prepared to give me my slam as I held my cock still inside my brother. I knew the slam would release the fuck beast within me and that Tyson was about to be on the receiving end. I’ve been told by the that bottomed for me after I have worked tell me what a brutal pounding that received from me after get fucked. But they all enjoyed it as well so I figured as long as Tyson was kept high and horny had learn to enjoy getting his hole wrecked by his older brother. With Tyson intently watching, Rod applied the tourniquet, swabbed my arm and administered my slam. As he released the tourniquet I felt the Tina moving into my chest as I coughed out a could times. I leaned I and gave my brother a deep kiss forcing my tongue deep into his mouth as I began to fuck him spent at first until I broke off the kiss. Then with my face still close to his face I began to fuck him when more force. The animal within had been released. Rod was familiar with my beast, had been on the receiving end numerous times, in fact, he was one of a few guys who preferred me in beast mode. He too had his own animalistic way of fucking that I liked being on the receiving end. Tyson was going to learn that a hard pounding made for a good fucking. As my tweaked out brother took the full onslaught of my 8+” cock he was still trying to grasp a hold of everything he was feeling from the drugs too my cock reaming out his now well fucked hole. I continued with the mental since I knew it would work better with him in this tweaked out state, “Fuck Tyson, I can tell your starting to really like getting fucked by a real man. Before you know it you’ll be begging for any guy you fuck and breed your ass. You’re not going to be satisfied with pussy, you’ll only get satisfaction for a cock in your ass. And just wait until you learn how to suck cock.” With that said Rod climbed on the couch, straddled Tyson’s chest and began to feed him his 9”, uncut cock as I was getting ready to breed my brother again. Tyson seemed to start to gain some sense of what was going on as he began to moan when every thrust of my cock or maybe it was the cock starting to work its way into his throat. I knew Rod and he eventually demanded a cock sucker's throat. As I was about to bed my brother with a fourth load (I’m good for five or six) I let him know, “I’m going to breed your ass again Tyson. You’re learning quickly that you’re nothing more than a cum dump. Ready or not here comes another dirty load of my cum bro.”

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.

You took Parker James BBC like a champ. Fucking nice. :-).

Part 3 I got to know Jim during the summer before my final year at university when I took a part time job to earn some extra money, working in a shop three evenings a week. It was a family run shop and one night per week I was working with the shop owner and on the Wednesday and Saturday evenings I was working with one of his sons. Jim. Jim was a few years older than me, small, blond, and very muscly. He was quite sporty and worked out in the gym three nights a week. I didn't think we would have much in common but he was actually good company and we got on well working together. He talked about girls all the time though and talked about how he was missing his girlfriend who was working abroad for the summer and how he wasn't getting any. One night he asked if I had a girlfriend and I said no. I liked Jim and sensed he would be cool about me being gay so I told him. He was fine with it and asked me if I had a boyfriend. I grinned and said not at the moment. Jim said he couldn't understand why people had a problem with gay people and added that his cousin in Ireland was gay. His voice changed slightly and he sounded a little nervous as he told me his cousin had "helped him out a bit"when his girlfriend was away the previous summer. He was looking straight ahead as he said this but I could see him looking at me out of the corner of his eye to see how I would react. I was fairly sure he was telling me this because he was hoping that I would offer to help him out but I wasn't quite sure so I didn't say anything at first. Then I decided to go for it and I told him that I could help him out if he wanted. He grinned and said "Excellent!" The shop was quiet and after a moment he moved back into a little recess where he couldn't be seen by anyone coming into the shop. "I'm horny," he said and to my surprise he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down a little along with his pants. His cock was hard and took it in his hand and motioned to me to come over. I was really turned on and I knew we would hear anyone coming into the shop so I went over and got down on my knees. I took hold of his cock and began to suck it and he sighed happily. I sucked him for a while and then we heard someone coming in to the shop. "Later" he whispered as he zipped himself up and we went back out front. As soon as the shop was closed we were in the back room and Jim's cock was back in my mouth. He had quite a big cock and I really enjoyed sucking it. He seemed to be enjoying the experience too and it wasn't long before he warned me he was going to cum. I kept sucking him and was soon rewarded with a nice big mouthful of cum. "Thanks mate" said Jim with a grin as he pulled up his pants. "Anytime" I said. I started sucking his cock regularly and after we had done it a few times I asked him if he had done anything else with his cousin. He was silent for a moment and then told me that he had fucked his cousin a couple of times. I asked if he had enjoyed it and he nodded. The next time we were working together I brought some lube and after I had sucked Jim's cock for a while, I offered him my arse. Soon I was bent over in the back room as Jim pushed his cock up my arse and began to fuck me. He was a good fuck - he started slowly and built up until he was fucking me hard and fast and after a while he shot his cum into my arse. We sucked and fucked regularly throughout the time we worked together. He still talked a lot about girls and how much he was missing his girlfriend and somehow this just added to the turn on for me. I was also now regularly licking his arse, something he had been reluctant to let me do when I had first suggested it. Then a few weeks later I was sucking his cock when he suddenly turned round and bent forward. I knew what he wanted me to do and I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right into his hole. He loved it and from then on my tongue went up his arse every time we got together. Sometimes when the shop was quiet he would go back into the recess and get his cock out and I would suck it right there in the shop. Sometimes he would turn round and pull his pants down and I would lick his arse too. I worked with Jim for about six months and enjoyed every minute of it. He seemed to be permanently horny and, although I had assumed that our encounters would stop when his girlfriend returned from abroad, he continued to fuck me until I finished working with him at the end of the year. He asked me more than once what it felt like to get fucked but when I asked if he wanted to try it he just shook his head. He was obviously curious though and I suspected that one day in the not too distant future he would let some guy fuck him up the arse. In my final year at uni I was sharing a flat with two other gay lads, Johnny and Paul. I had met Johnny one night in a gay bar in Glasgow and he had taken me back to his flat and fucked me hard up the arse. Johnny was a really attractive guy - he had dark curly hair, a cheeky grin, a fit body and a really long, thick cock. We got on well and met up a few times to fuck and then became friends. At the end of the summer one of his flatmates was moving out and he suggested I take the room. They had a flat in really good area near the university and I didn't hesitate. I really enjoyed sharing a flat with Johnny and we had a lot of fun. Johnny was working and Paul, the other flatmate, was a student in his final year like me. We would often go out to gay bars in Glasgow and I soon learned that Johnny was amazingly successful at pulling guys and rarely failed to score. On Friday and Saturday nights he would usually bring some lad home. Johnny was a total top and it was fun to see these lads emerge from Johnny's room in the morning, knowing that they had been fucked hard up the arse by Johnny's big, thick cock the night before. On the odd occasion when Johnny came home alone I would offer my arse and enjoy a good hard fuck. One time I came home in the middle of the day and when I walked into the living room the first thing I saw was Johnny's naked arse banging a young blond lad who was bent over the settee with his pants down. I recognised the guy as a first year student who was studying the same subject as me and I ended up joining in and fucking him up the arse after Johnny had finished with him. Johnny and I often went cruising together and had lots of horny fun with all sorts of guys. Johnny really seemed to be able to charm the pants off anyone he wanted. Our other flatmate, Paul, was much quieter and more studious. He had a boyfriend in his home town and would often go home to spend the weekend with him. He seemed happy to be faithful to his boyfriend and spent most of his time studying and went out running most evenings and weekends. One night just before Christmas I discovered there was another side to Paul. Paul was out with some friends and Johnny and I had been drinking in a bar in Glasgow. We had come home and started fooling around with each other and I was down sucking Johnny's cock when Paul came in. He had obviously been drinking too and when he saw what was happening he came over and joined in. Soon he was sucking Johnny's cock and I had my tongue up his arse. Then he was sucking my cock as Johnny fucked him. We both fucked him that night and both came in his arse. It seemed he couldn't get enough. The next day he begged us not to tell his boyfriend and of course we promised we wouldn't. A few weeks later, however, I came back into the flat one Saturday morning and found Johnny fucking Paul up the arse in a corner of the living room. It was very horny. Paul had obviously been out running and his shorts and pants were down at his knees and he was bent forward being fucked from behind. Johnny grinned at me and when he had shot his load up Paul I took over and fucked him until I added my load to Johnny's. One of the horniest experiences I had with Johnny involved our straight neighbour. The flat we shared was in a tenement in the west end of Glasgow and the flat above was rented by a straight couple in their late 20s with a young child. The guy, Paddy, was quite tough and I knew he had been in prison when he was younger. They were a bit noisy, especially when Paddy had been drinking, but we got on alright with them. One Saturday I was coming home when I heard Paddy's door shutting and, to my surprise, Johnny came down the stairs. When we got into the flat I asked Johnny what he had been doing upstairs and he grinned and told me he had been fucking Paddy. I didn't believe him at first but then I realised he was serious. Like I said, it seemed that Johnny could charm the pants off anyone - Paddy wasn't the only straight guy he fucked during the time we shared a flat. A couple of weeks later Johnny asked me if I was up for a session with Paddy. Of course I said yes and a little later we were knocking on Paddy's door. I still couldn't quite believe what was happening but Johnny assured me that Paddy knew I was coming and was up for it. We went in to the living room and Paddy got down on his knees in front of Johnny. He unzipped Johnny's jeans and pulled them down along with his pants. Johnny's cock was semi hard and I watched as Paddy took it into his mouth and began to suck it. He sucked Johnny for a while and then Johnny indicated to me and soon Paddy was taking it in turns to suck my cock and Johnny's. To my surprise, he sucked cock well and seemed to be really into it. I still couldn't quite believe this was happening but there was better to come. Without a word, Paddy stood up and, turning round, pulled his pants down and bent over. Paddy must have been already lubed as Johnny walked over to him, pulled his cheeks apart and pushed his cock right up Paddy's arse. Paddy grunted as Johnny began to fuck him. I watched and wanked as Johnny fucked this tough straight guy hard up the arse until he shot his load up him. He pulled out and indicated to me to take over. I pushed my cock up Paddy's arse and began to fuck him. I didn't last as long as I would have liked to and soon I was shooting what felt like a massive load of cum into Paddy's arse. When I finished cumming, Paddy pulled his pants up again and we both left. It was an incredibly horny experience - seeing a tough guy like Paddy being so submissive and the fact that it had all happened without any of us saying a word made the whole experience even hornier. We repeated the experience a couple of times and then Paddy and his girlfriend moved out one night and we never saw them again. Of all the experiences I have had with straight guys, I have to say that fucking Paddy up the arse was definitely one of the horniest. One night towards the end of my final year I was out drinking with some friends from uni. I had been drinking since mid afternoon and by about 10 pm I was really pissed. I decided I couldn't manage to drink any more and had better get home but when I got up to leave I was not very steady on my feet. One my friends said her boyfriend would walk me home to make sure that I got there safely as we were quite near my flat. She offered to come too but Ross, her boyfriend, said he would be fine and would be back shortly. Ross was at uni up in the north of Scotland and, although I had met him a few times, I didn't really know him. I didn't really have much in common with him anyway - he was a stocky, rugby playing straight guy and was quite loud. I was really drunk though and was quite happy for him to see me home. He put his arm round me to steady me and we set off on the short walk to my flat. I woke up late the next morning feeling more than a bit hungover and I reached for the bottle of water beside my bed and drank it down in one. I went back to sleep and woke a bit later feeling better. I looked around - my shoes, trousers and pants were lying on the floor and I was wearing only my T shirt and socks. I also had a pleasant squelchy feeling in my arse. I was feeling horny, as I often did when I woke up hungover, and as I began to play with myself I fingered my arse and felt the cum leaking out of me. I knew I had been fucked the night before but couldn't really remember very much. As I began to play with myself I suddenly remembered who had fucked me the night before - it was Ross. I began to remember bits and pieces from the night before. Ross with his arm round me to steady me, then Ross with his hand down the back of my pants. The next thing I remembered was sucking his cock. I remembered vaguely that at some point I had my tongue up his hairy arse and the next thing I remembered I was kneeling on the bed being fucked hard from behind. As I remembered this I began to wank. I knew I had been very drunk - but I also knew I had been up for it and so had "straight boy" Ross. Truth to tell though, I was beginning to drink too much and this was not the last time I woke up with a load of cum in my arse and only the vaguest recollection of what had happened the night before. A few times I woke up with a load of cum in my arse and no recollection at all of who had deposited it there. When I left university I moved to London and initially went through a bit of a bad time. Then I sorted myself out, stopped drinking altogether and began to build a life for myself. The safe sex message was all around and I began to use condoms on every occasion. By the mid nineties I had just turned 30. I had a good job, I had made friends and I was enjoying life. But I was also bored and tired of always doing the right thing. I began to have sex without using condoms and began to enjoy taking the risk on more and more occasions. As I did so, I soon discovered that it wasn't just gay lads who enjoyed a bit of unprotected sex...... Part 4 to follow

Black Cocks make my mouth watering.

I would love to find adult guys related to eachother to fuck. Especially, father and son. Does anyone know how to reach out to any in S FL?

I'll add that I don't think bottoms have to stay in one room all night. Use the public fuck equipment.--I always check the slings and fuck benches first. Make your hole available in the steam room. Use the gloryholes to give great head and impale yourself on the wet cock you've been sucking. Go to the porn area and suck the guys jerking to it--I'm only there to show off my dick--come find me.

The Trainee (Part 2) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Shane went to work and gave 100 %. No matter what was asked of him, he seemed to be highly motivated and since he wanted to impression he smiled to everyone, trying to be polite and helpful. Certainly his speed slowed down, whenever he had to pull up his pants or to pull down the blouse. Every time he bent down to pick up something from a pallet, the cleft between his ass-cheeks became clearly visible. Of course he received some rude comments, mostly from older women or mothers with children. Every time a female hissed the word ‘Pervert’ at him, he wanted to dig a hole and hide in it. One woman asked him, why he was so scantily dressed, commenting she didn’t want to see his behind exposed to her or her two kids and thought it was also not appropriate for him to wear a women’s blouse. Shane explained the store didn't have a uniform in his size, so the clothing he was wearing was the best that was available, but the ady didn’t accept his excuse and complained about Shane’s appearance at our service point. I was called to the information desk and had a conversation with this woman. Of course I apologized for those circumstances, because that’s my job – to be professional. But truth was: I did not care what she was thinking. We went further away from the service point, so my other employees wouldn’t hear me. Shane was standing in quite a distance holding a cornflakes box in his hand, mashing it up involuntarily. He could see us, but was too far away to understand a word I was saying. “We offered him a uniform, fitting his body measures, but he declined. But we are an open minded store in a liberate town, we do not interfere with our staff member’s ways to express their own lifestyle. Shane chose a daring way to dress himself, but he wears the required uniform, even if it is one or two sizes too small. She didn’t look very happy about that answer, nagging about that her children would go blind, if they had to look one more time at this perverted guy. “Well… Shane is a good worker and as long as he wears the uniform, even if it is too tight, we don’t mix up with his personal opinions about his sexual orientation or his intentions about exploring new aspects in his life… as Shania for example.” She opened her eyes real wide and stormed right out of the store without saying another word. Guess she thought her kids would turn deaf, if they’d have to listen to me for one more minute. Shane looked like he was going to get fired in any second, when I walked up to him with a grim look on my face. He let his head hang down, but I only grabbed him tight on his nape and told him, that he shouldn’t worry too much about it. He did nothing wrong and made an excellent job. I pinched his left nipple playfully through the soft fabric of his blouse and told him to move his ass for our customers. There were those nagging housewives on one side, but on the other hand there were plenty of guys, who really enjoyed Shane’s effort. Some observed him working hard from a safe distance. Others asked him for help because they couldn’t find certain things. Yeah – right! By the way, those things were somehow ALWAYS on the lowest shelves. So he spent most of the time squatting down, searching for the stuff the customer’s requested. Once he found an item he stayed in his crouched position and handed the stuff to the guy asking for it. He was looking up like a puppy in need for a treat, but strangely enough, most of the items were wrong and he had to keep looking for the right articles. Sometimes he was held down by a resting hand on his head playing with his hair for example, while the guy would read the description on the back of the package, only to tell him he was looking for something else. This happened not forcefully. The males just wanted to prolong their horny games and get the chance to touch the twink for a couple of times. Then I observed something interesting. Two guys worked together – filming the lad obviously. While Shane crouched in front of a bulging guy, his friend was standing right behind Shane’s back and recorded the whole situation with his cell phone. Shane’s exposed butt was clearly shown in the picture, and the guy in front of him, groped his cock through his pants very noticeable. The boy lowered his eyes in embarrassment. He played with his junk also from time to time in public, but not when someone was clearly watching him. He didn’t even realize, the second mate was recording the whole scenery. It looked like an intro to a cheap porn movie. Besides that, I couldn’t count how many times Shane bumped into other guys crotches with his face. He simply turned his head and wanted to ask the guys something or hand the article to them and found his face smashed to some male’s genitalia - even if, of course, the man was wearing pants. The strange thing for him was, the men never seemed to bother. They didn’t move back or say anything about it. They just stood there, making it totally uncomfortable for the boy to escape. Although it was not his fault, he apologized with a shy smile. This made most guys go crazy. I could see it in their eyes. They wanted to fuck this faggot badly. After several hours of work, Shane was released to do his break. In the break room he tried to do his best to socialize with other guys. But the females just whispered at the other table and, shen Shane asked to take a seat the guys abruptly went back to work. So Shane sat there all alone, staring out of the window, killing time until his break to be over. Before going back to his work the boy went to the bathroom to take a piss and wash his hands. Entering the bathroom, he saw two of the guys who had split the break room when Shane tried to introduce himself. “Well, look who is here. Are you sure you chose the right toilet?” one of his associates said. “Come on guys, don’t be like that. This is my first day….” “Listen faggot. I don’t care about the store politics. I don’t care about political correctness… I just want to tell you – if you ever touch my ass, or look at me or make advances towards me… I will beat you to a pulp you fucking homo….” the other one growled. “I am not a fag man, I have a girlfriend….” Shane tried to defend himself. The guy with the nameplate ‘Jon’ gave him such a slap to his face, that he landed dazed between two urinals. “Are you calling me a liar, faggot?” he asked agitated. Both guys moved towards him and Shane tried to get up, but had no chance. Another slap hit his face. “What is it faggot… you calling me a liar?” he repeated himself. Both guys clenched their firsts and Shane was highly scared of being beaten up in this toilet. “No…. no…. you are not a liar” the boy mumbled. “So what…?” Jon growled. “I… I am… a faggot” he whispered. “You owe me 10 dollars Brian” Jon laughed loudly. “I told you – he is a fucking homo and I don’t care what you heard about him before. Look at him, how he focuses his gaze at us, how he stares at our bulges – do you like what you see?” Shane had no choice, since both guys towering above him, to notice the crotches in front of him. “Why don’t you pay some respect to me and my buddy and let’s say – give us a kiss on our superior cock lumps.” Jon suggested to Shane and winked at Brian. “It is okay… there is nothing wrong about it faggot. Just give each of us a quick kiss on our bulges and we are off to work. No harm done….” Jon grinned evilly. Shane felt like he had no other choice. He was scared to death, to get his face beaten and so he straightened up a bit and gave a quick smooch to Jon’s covered dick and then in light speed he did the same thing to Brian’s bulge. “Are you kidding me?” Jon snarled dangerously. “You didn’t even hit my cock you low life…do it the right way or else….” “I thought you queers are able to detect if a guy is carrying his cock to the left or to the right side – now… Go on… Continue…. check out my junk and if you got it right, give me a nice and friendly kiss on my cockhead…. HURRY UP NOW!” Jon slapped Shane lightly on his head. Brian was satisfied obviously, because he stepped back a little bit, which gave Jon had more room now to expand himself in front of poor Shane. The lad raised his shaking hands up to Jon’s crotch and started massaging the guy’s cock area. “You know Brian, my dad once told me, faggots are quite good substitutes, if your girl is not around… they are quite good cock suckers.” Jon explained to his friend casually. “Are you a good cock sucker boy?” he wanted to know. “No… no” Shane looked up and shook his head. “My dad told me, they are also drinking your piss if you need to relieve yourself. Hell – they even lick your asshole!” he exclaimed. Shane sobbed softly while he made out Jon’s hardening cock. “Yeah… you got it – no kiss my cockhead through my jeans. Show me how much you respect me! Lick over my pants before sucking my cock through the fabric.” Shane tried to look for sympathy in Brian’s eyes but he could see no compassion. And so he stuck out his tongue out and licked this totally stranger his jeans in the front. He heard some clicking and saw Brian and Jon were both taking pictures on their cell phones. “Do you want us to help you, do some practice on your cock sucking then…” Jon asked in a calm but threatening tone. Shane looked up to both guys with begging eyes and whispered ‘Pleaaaaase’ softly, in order to make them stop. “No need to beg faggot. I will spread the word around, that you are willing to give head for associates in need…..like the whore…. what was her fucking name again?” Jon looked at his pal. “Mindy….” he replied. “Yeah fuck… the whore was good in cock sucking, but she always refused to suck ass…. good that we have at least this opportunity now… right – faggot?” Jon asked more rhetorically. “But aren’t you a fag also, if you give your cock to a faggot?” Brian asked his mate. “Not if you are using him as a hole. If you don’t suck another guy or take cock up your ass, it is not a homo thing. This is just stress relief if a true cunt is not available.” Jon stated. “Let’s go back to work Jon… we are already late” Brian suggested to his friend. Jon stepped back a bit and gave Shane another hard slap to his face, to which Shane yelped out and held his hand against his cheek. “Don’t fuck with me faggot. If you tell anyone about our little agreement, I promise – you will be sorry. Got that freak?” he asked sternly. Shane couldn’t help but nod. Once those bullies left the bathroom he started to cry. He couldn’t continue working at this place. He was not safe here anymore. In his mind the idea formed to find me and to tell me about him quitting the job. He didn’t want give any reasons. He would just quit and leave this place and he would be safe. Once Shane walked back into the store another associate he never saw before passed him and pointed at him. Then he poked his tongue against the inner side of his right cheek, mimicking the international sign for ‘sucking cock’ and grabbed his bulge obscenely. Rumors started to spread already. Shane was out of his mind because of his anxiety.

Definitely. Use a lot of lube, that BBC is huge. :-).

To me, it is just as important to get in his head as his body. Verbal abuse sets the the tone and and emphasizes anything you do to him physically. Hair pulling is hot; pulling his hair while you choke him is hotter; doing both while whispering in his ear that he is a dirty little faggot that was born to get fucked and take loads is hottest. Tell him how you want him to act. Tell him what youre going to do to him and how he should feel about it. Tell him how good it feels to relegate him to an object simply for you sexual gratification. "Mmmmm you little faggot boy, are you my bitch in heat? You want me to fuck your sissy boy pussy? Show me you want it, slut. Show me how much you want it, bitch. Mmmm, oh yeah, I'm gonna shove my fuck meat in you. Oh, yess...I know it hurts. You gonna cry? My lil bitch is gonna cry cuz I tearing your pussy? STOP YOUR CRYING! Take this dick! I'm gonna fuck you until you cum all over this dick like a real bitch. Fuck yeah, you love it when a huge cock rips you apart, huh? That's right bitch, love my dick! Tell me you love my dick. NOW YELL IT OUT! I WANT THE NEIGHBORS TO KNOW THAT YOU LOVE MY DICK! Now ask me nicely to spank your ass. Beg for it. I don't believe you, say it like to mean it." Vary your tone, cues, and volume. Keep him guessing. Push and pull him in psychologically (like a love-hate thing). Make him verbalize back what you want to hear. It all reinforces in his mind that he's there to serve you. ...just speaking as a psychology minor and total bottom who has been in many dom relationships/settings.

6. Jay I was empty. Rod had pulled his cock out of me. I had barely kept it together when he had been fucking me, and I was learning that the alternative, not being fucked, was even worse. The only thing that made it bearable was that Rod had cum in me. In the heat and passion of getting fucked, I hadn't even noticed him cum. But as I took my first hesitant steps, I could feel his seed slosh within me. It felt good, to have a man like Rod fuck me. It felt even better to have his load inside of me. "I'm sure you can get more," Rod said. "You've got a great ass." "Thanks," I said, a bit embarrassed. I had played around a bit with girls, but somehow, it had never felt quite right. But this, now, this was totally different. It felt natural to have another man's cock in my ass. It felt right. Now that Rod had pulled out of me, I was empty. All I could think about was how to get him back inside of me. It didn't even have to be Rod. I wanted a dick in my hole. Any dick. "It felt good. Really good." "I'm sure it did," Rod said. "You want to join the party?" He motioned to the balcony door. The lights in the hotel room were dim now, but I could make out some of the men inside. There seemed to be more men, some on the couches, some still standing. All of them were wearing less clothes than before. "Sure," I said. I went to where my clothes were piled up. "Don't worry about those," Rod said. "You won't need them. Besides, you look better naked." I blushed, and followed Rod to the door. He hadn't bothered with clothes either. There was an economy of motion with him; no motion was superfluous. It had been the same when he had been fucking me. Every movement had been done with his pleasure in mind; now, in walking, every movement was done with intention. He paused for a moment at the door. "Ready?" he asked. "Of course." Even this close, it was still hard to make out exactly what was happening in the hotel room. Men were standing as to obscure what seemed like important activities going on in the room. "Should I not be?" "No," Rod said. He reached out and grabbed my ass. "You're more than prepared for this." He opened the door. There was a slight rush of air out, and I could feel the warmth against my skin. I inhaled; it was the scent of sweat and masculinity and a new scent, one that I immediately knew as sex and passion. It was like a locker room, crossed with an orgy. My dick responded immediately. "Welcome back," a man said. It took me a moment to recognize him as Aiden. "You're just in time." My head was still swimming in the electrifying scent of the room. I took a moment to survey the room. The lights were dim, and there was a haze in the room. I could smell a bit of weed, but not enough to account for the cloudiness. It made me think of an opium den; there was something dark occurring here, but I didn't know what it was. "Would hate to be late for this party," Rod said. Aiden had crossed over and was standing by me. He took my arm, and guided me deeper into the room. "I want you to meet someone," Aiden said, as he propelled me into the dark room. "He's been working for me for a while now. I think the two of you would get along well." Even if I didn't know where I was going in the dim room, Aiden did. We headed towards one of the far corners of the room. As we walked, looked around. On one of the couches, two of the men I had seen earlier were now naked, their legs spread wide. Two of the younger men were kneeling, their lips wrapped around the older men's cocks, giving them head. As we passed, one of the older men flicked a lighter. The intense blue flame barely illuminated his face as he heated up a glass bowl. But before I could see what happened next, Aiden gently pushed me along. "You'll find out soon enough," he said, in reference to the glass pipe I had seen. It was a little lighter in the corner than the rest of the room. There was a candle sitting on a table there, and it provided enough light to see the two men standing around it. One was a younger man, maybe just a bit older than me, and right about my height. He was wearing little more than underwear and a pair of sneakers. The other was a hulking black man. He was maybe only an inch taller, but he was far more muscular, and between the muscle and a pair of black leather boots, he seemed far bigger. He had on a pair of boxers. "This is Tucker," Aiden said, indicating the smaller white boy. "And this is Jay." "Nice to meet you, Jay," Tucker said. "And this is Damon." "Hey," Damon grunted. "Tucker, Jay is new here. He's just had a chance to get acquainted with Rod." "Heh," Damon snorted. "Acquainted." He knew exactly what Rod and I had done on the patio, and didn't care for Aiden's polite euphemism for our man-on-man fucking. "Maybe you can help him get to know Tina, and then see where she takes you?" "Hell yeah," Damon grunted again. It was hard not to stare at his perfect, dark body. There was hardly an ounce of body fat on him, and every muscle was visible under his taut skin. I glanced down quickly, but it was hard to tell what he was packing with the loose boxer briefs. I remembered my middle school days, where the rumor among the boys had been how hung the black boys at the school across town had been. I wondered if Damon would re-enforce the stereotype. "I can do that," Tucker said. He reached out and ran a hand down my back, coming to rest on one of my ass cheeks. He paused, just enough to remind me who was in control here. "It's gonna be fun," he continued. "Jay is gonna love it so much." I nodded in agreement. "Right on. I'll be back in a bit. Time for me to find some of my own trouble," Aiden said, and soon disappeared into the stand of men in the center of the room. It might have been my imagination, but more of them seemed naked than just a few seconds ago. I tried hard not to stare, but the thoughts of the hard cocks just a glance away were hard to resist. "This is your first time here?" Tucker asked me. I nodded, not wanting to admit just how naive I was. "That's cool. First time for everything. You partied before?" "Party?" I asked. It seemed like a strange to ask. "You know, Tina." He held up a glass pipe with a round bowl at one end. It was filled with small white crystals. It was the same kind of pipe I had seen the guy heat up earlier. "You'll love it," Tucker continued. He held a torch under the bowl; the crystals quickly melted and the bowl filled with a white vapor. "Just inhale, like you would a cigarette or a joint." He demonstrated it, draining the bowl several times. "Shotgun it," Damon said. He moved behind me, pressing his body against mine. His skin was hot, with just enough sweat for it to slide against me. Chills ran down my spine, directly to my dick. "Yeah," Tucker said. He pressed his lips against mine. "Inhale," Damon whispered into my ear. I did and as I did, Tucker exhaled his hit into my lungs. "Hold it," he said. Tucker made sure that I couldn't exhale by keeping his lips against mine. Tucker's tongue probed my mouth, as the shotgun turned into a long kiss. "Hold it," Damon continued. His dick was growing, pressing against my ass, and it felt massive. It was a rush of sensations, as I tried to hold my breath, even as I was desperate to exhale. "Feel it?" Damon asked. I nodded. "Good. Exhale." Tucker released his lips, and I exhaled. It was a thick white cloud that momentarily obscured his face. As I exhaled, I really started to feel it. It was a feeling of freedom and possibility, of happiness and potential. Barriers that I had erected for myself came down, and anything was possible. "Oh fuck," I moaned, and pressed back against Damon. I wanted to feel his dick, regardless of how big it was. I wanted his dick inside me, filling me up, and challenging the limits of my anatomy. "Yeah, you're feeling it," Damon said. "Another one?" I nodded. "Of course he wants more," Tucker said. "It's your turn now." He put the pipe in my mouth. "Let's do this one right," Damon said, and pushed down his boxers. I felt his dick nestle in my ass crack. It was a perfect home for it. "Make it a big one." I was scared of what I was getting myself into. Whatever the drug was in that pipe, it was powerful and quick-acting. I felt the warmth from it fill my entire body and infiltrate my brain. Even as I worried about the effects of the drug, my ass rubbed up against Damon's thick black cock, to get him as stiff as possible. I exhaled the last of the previous hit, to get my lungs as empty as possible for the next one. "Of course it's going to be a big one," Tucker said. "Just wait for the bowl to fill, then inhale slowly. He held the torch under the bowl. This close, it was easy to see the bowl fill with a thick white cloud. I waited, then Tucker nodded. I began to slowly inhale. I expected the smoke to be harsher, more like weed or cigarette smoke. But it was smooth and easy. "Not so fast. Give it time. Savor it," Tucker said. "Lots of time to have fun tonight," Damon said. He wrapped an arm around me, holding me tight. "I want you flying tonight." I kept my eye on the bowl, draining it on a regular basis. Finally, my lungs were full, and I nodded that I was satisfied. "Just a little more," Damon said. I thought my lungs were going to burst, but I did what Damon told me, inhaling two more gulps of the cloud. "Fucking hot," Tucker said. He took the pipe from my mouth and stuck it in his, sucking down on the thick clouds. "Now, hold it," Damon said. One arm was still wrapped around me, holding me. With his other, he put his hand over my mouth, and pinched my nose closed. "Hold it until I tell you." At first, it felt almost safe, to be under the control of a strong black man. But it didn't take long for my body to demand, selfishly, the right to breathe. I tried, but found such a simple thing was being denied. "You can breathe when I want you to," Damon said. "Come on," Tucker said. He exhaled his cloud in my face, taunting me with his ability to breath at his pleasure. "He's new at this." "I know," Damon said. "That's why I'm doing this." I was starting to get frantic, trying to breath, and was squirming in an effort to escape. But Damon's arm held me tight and his hand was unyielding. He leaned in and whispered to me. "Just think what it's going to be like when my cock is inside you." I shivered. His dick was now a steel shaft against my ass. It was hard to tell if he was leaking pre-cum, or if Rod's cum was starting to leak out of me. Either way, his dick was sliding up and down, pressing against my hole, and demanding entrance. The night had suddenly taken a brutally serious turn. Even worse, whatever I was smoking was keeping me from being scared. The shiver was less from fear and more from hungry anticipation. I was struggling, helplessly, for breath, and my cock was throbbing. "Fuck, this is going to be good," Damon whispered, as he finally released his grip on my face. I exhaled, and gasped for breath. "You want another hit?" Tucker asked me. I hadn't yet caught my breath but I wasn't in control of my body any longer. "Yeah," I said, my mouth answering for me. "I do." "Damn boy," Damon said. "You're a natural at this. We're gonna have to play a lot more." He reached down and stroked my dick. I thought I was going to explode as the sensations ricocheted across my body. "Give him what he needs." We repeated the process, every step of it. Tucker inserted the pipe into my mouth and held the torch. I inhaled big gulps of the white cloud, and then Damon put his hand back over my mouth and nose. Even though I knew it was coming and how it would feel, it was still impossible for me to suppress my instincts to fight back against Damon's actions. "Just relax," Damon said. "We're only just beginning." I tried my best, but whatever was in the pipe was making it hard for me to concentrate. My mind was constantly flitting in all sorts of directions, thinking about my throbbing cock, before turning to my hungry, needy hole, and then skittering off back to my dick. The only constant was Damon's strong hand cupped over my mouth and nose, the band around his ring finger pressed against my lip. As black spots started to cloud my vision, Damon relented. "My turn," he said to Tucker, and released his hold on me. I gasped for breath, as Damon took the pipe and torch from Tucker. He made no effort to move away from me; the flame was close enough that I could feel the heat against my cheek, and could hear him inhale the thick drug. "Big clouds, huh," Tucker said. Damon just nodded, focused on the pipe. He handed the pipe back to Tucker; the young man stuck the still-warm stem in his mouth and inhaled as he re-lit the torch. Damon held his hit for a long time before grabbing my jaw, twisting my head around, and exhaling his hit into my mouth. "Hold it, boy," he said. This time, at least, he let me decide when I had had too much. Still, I tried to hold it as long as I could, before exhaling. Damon was still pressed up against me, his dick still nestled in my crack. I found myself involuntarily grinding my ass against him, eager for him to put his penis into my ass. "Yeah, boy, I know you want it now." His body was warm against me, and for a brief moment, I was at peace. But then, his dick twitched and grew, and my hunger for cock returned. "But first, I think you need another chance to suck on the glass pipe As soon as he spoke, Tucker stuck the pipe back in my mouth and held the torch under it. It was still warm, and it didn't take long before it was smoking again. "Make it a big one," Damon said. He continued, somewhat ominously, "You're going to need it." "He can take it," Tucker said. Nevertheless, I did as I was told, and inhaled deeply from the pipe. I was starting to get the hang of it, and this time, I could feel the thick clouds collecting in my lungs. "Fuck, look at him. He's a fucking natural." "I know," Damon said. "You should feel how his hole is trying to gobble up my dick. He's a hungry little faggot." I tensed at the word "Faggot." It had always been the worst of the schoolyard taunts. I had managed to escape it for so long. But now, it was hardly calling me a name. I had kissed another man. I had let him fuck me up the ass. Now, barely ten minutes later, I was all but begging a totally different man to fuck me. It was hard to deny that "faggot" now fit me. He rubbed his cheek against my neck and ear. The stubble on his face was rough, like sandpaper. It was not the soft skin of a woman, but the bristly whiskers of a man, and despite how much had grown in on his cheeks, I knew if I asked, he would say he had shaven that morning. It reminded me how I just barely had scruff on my face, despite not shaving for nearly four weeks now. He was more of a man that I would ever be, and it was an honor to be his faggot. "Big hit for me, faggot boy," Damon said, as I started to slow down on the pipe. "Get your head up in the clouds." I nodded. I wanted to make him happy, and if that entailed sucking down more of this drug, I was more than willing to do it. Even though I thought I had filled my lungs full, I drained the bowl a few more times. "That's good, Damon said, just as my lungs reached their ultimate capacity. "This is going to be really good." "His first time is going to be one to remember," Tucker said. He took the pipe out of my mouth, and Damon immediately put his hand back over my mouth and nose. This time, his ring pressed against my lips. As the hit of the drugs started to wrap its influence around my brain, my mind once more jumped to wild thoughts and conclusions. I wondered if he was married, and if he was married, whether it was to a man or a woman. Damon must have been reading my mind. "Yeah," he said. "Feel that against your lips?" I nodded. "Yeah, that's my wedding ring. But you know why I come here?" I shook my head. I barely knew what "here" was. much less why these men had come together. "Love my wife. She's amazing. But you know, she isn't into all the things I like." I nodded; it was hard to follow the exact words, the air I needed to think had been displaced by the drugs. "And boys like you, well, boys like you let me do anything I fucking want." "Umpph," I managed to grunt, but only the slightest but of the cloud escaped. I had no prayer of getting more air, and I felt my strength gently sap away. Nevertheless, I wasted valuable energy rubbing my ass up against his cock. Damon's dick was thick and hard, warm with the blood flowing through it. I wanted to feel it inside me. I wanted to milk it dry, and get his load. "Oh yeah," Tucker said. He had just done his own hit, and his words were formed from clouds. "Stop teasing him and fuck him." "Ready for it?" Damon asked. He nodded my head up and down for me. "I knew you were." Tucker was fading out of my vision as I struggled against his grip. I didn't know what I wanted: to give in to the faggot that had been hiding deep inside me all those years? or to escape, and pretend that I hadn't seen who I really was. It was good that Damon was making these decisions for me. He could give me what I needed. "Of course he is," Tucker said. A part of me knew he was standing right in front of me, but I couldn't see him. I couldn't see anything beyond a few blurs, as the drugs took over. Damon's cockhead was now pressed against my hole. "Give it to him." Damon pressed into me. His hand over my mouth was perfect for the leverage he needed to press his manhood into my hole. I was glad that Rod had fucked me earlier; if Rod was just merely large, Damon's shaft was massive; at least an inch thicker around, and several inches longer. Damon didn't give me any chance to adjust, and just pressed himself all the way into me. "Oh fuck, faggot," Damon grunted. "That's the raw hole I need. Fuck you good, and give you my babies." I was impaled on his cock. He slammed in and out of me, each stroke reminding me how I was little more than a fuck-toy for the black man. He still had his hand over my mouth, and it was getting far harder to concentrate. I had already closed my eyes; looking just felt too hard. All that I focused on was Damon's dick, forcing its way into me. "Oh damn! You've got a load up there. Fucking nasty boy." "You better let the boy breathe," Tucker said. In the drug-filled haze, I wondered what would happen if Damon refused. Consciousness was already draining away from me and I didn't know how long I would be able to hold out. But, Damon had one small mercy, and released his grip on my nose. I exhaled as quickly as I could, the thick cloud enveloping my head. I quickly inhaled, terrified that Damon would take away the small privilege of breath away from me again. "Awww. But it feels so good. The way the faggot relaxes his hole. No resistance. Just pleasure." "For you," Tucker said. "What?" Damon sneered. "You think I'm worried about the whore? That's what he's here for. For me to use." "You don't want to break him." "I dunno. You remember last time." Tucker winced. He was remembering something, something he didn't want to remember. I wondered what that memory was. "I do. And I told you can't do it again." "To you," Damon said. His cock was sliding, long, agonizing strokes in and out of me. I was glad that Rod had cum in me; the lubrication from the cum was desperately needed. "I didn't say anything about our tweaker whore here." With that, he slapped my ass. It stung; the last time I had been spanked was when I was six, over twelve years ago. But this time, it wasn't about being a bad boy. It was about being a good boy. About making Damon feel good. Making him feel like a man. Making him feel like he could do anything he wanted. I wanted him to feel good, because that was the way I was going to get his load. Tucker leaned in towards me. "I know that face," he said, as he pressed his lips against mine. His tongue pressed into my mouth. It was far too easy to respond to his kiss. I relaxed. Damon had the experience to know what was coming next, and pushed his steel shaft even further into my body. "You head is way in the clouds," Tucker said. "It's a dangerous place to be." "It's the only place for him," Damon said. "I want to see the two of you share another hit." "Of course." Tucker said. He produced the now-familiar glass pipe, but this time he stuck it in his mouth. It was my first chance to watch him up close, and I stared at the solid blue flame as it heated the bowl. It wasn't long before the thick white clouds started to form. Tucker took long slow hits from the pipe, never letting the bowl completely empty. "That's how a boy hits the pipe," Damon said. "Watch and learn." I didn't have to be told. I was mesmerized by the sight. I wanted to see Tucker get high, just like me. I wanted to know how far he would go and if what his limits were. As I stared, Damon pushed his dick deep in me. He was forcing Rod's cum deeper into me, where it could burrow into my body and become a permanent part of me. I could hardly resist such an idea, and pushed back against Damon. His dick only got deeper in me. "That's it," Damon said. "Your turn," Tucker said, as he finally pulled the pipe out of his mouth. The pipe was hot and still smoking. Thick tendrils of the white cloud sunk down, taking seeming minutes before they dissipated, like the contrails of a high-flying jetliner. He leaned in again, and pressed his lips against mine. I knew what to expect, and had already emptied my lungs. Tucker paused. He closed his eyes and savored the sensation of the drug flooding into his body and taking over. When he opened his eyes, I could tell it was no longer quite the same person as before. He was hungry; he needed something that he didn't have. I understood his desire. I had Damon's cock in my ass. It was enough to take the edge off, but knew what he was feeling. "That's the Tucker I want," Damon said, seeing the same need in the young man's face. Tucker leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. He exhaled and filled my lungs with the thick clouds. As he did, Damon pressed even more of his cock into my hole. "All the way in," he said. I gasped; this was more than just filling me up like Rod's cock. This was practically splitting me in two, and I struggled to get comfortable. Unfortunately, my struggles only meant I sucked more of the cloud out of Tucker's lungs. "It's OK," Damon said. "I know it's a big one. But don't worry. You're doing better than Tucker did the first time." Tucker suddenly froze at the memory. "Yeah," Damon said. "First time I fucked him, he passed out when I stuck it all in. Didn't you, Tucker-boy?" Tucker only nodded. He kept his mouth against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth, and prevented me from exhaling the hit. Damon pulled out, leaving just his fat cockhead in my hole. Tucker released his lip-lock on me at the same time, and involuntarily, I exhaled the hit. I shivered. I couldn't tell if it was from the drugs, from being suddenly empty of dick, or from fear of getting Damon's cock all the way back into me. "I'm sorry," Tucker said. "Your cock. It's big." "Oh, don't worry. I know it's big. It's OK. You just need more practice." Damon pushed his cock back into me. I gasped, but forced myself to take it. I didn't want to disappoint or demean Damon by rejecting his cock. He must have noticed, because he continued. "But Jay here, he's taking it like a faggot should." "Did you really pass out?" I asked. "Yeah," Tucker said. "And?" "And what?" Damon asked. "I continued fucking him. He's a faggot. That's what he's here for." Tucker nodded in silent agreement. "He did. When I came to, he was pounding my hole." He put the pipe in his mouth again. It was still smoking, but nevertheless he held the torch under it. As soon as the bowl started to smoke, he inhaled, pulling in deep gulps of the thick cloud. I wondered if he was trying to remember or trying to forget. However, I didn't have much of a chance to wonder. Damon had started slamming his dick in me, each stroke seemingly deeper and harder than the one before. I understood why Tucker had passed out; Damon was a machine, fucking me harder than I had even seen in porn. It didn't seem possible that I could withstand it and I silently prayed that he would let up. However, the prayers were for naught. After each stroke, he slammed back in, harder and more intense than before.

Say what you will about us Germans - we sure know how to organize things. Couldn't think of any more effective way of getting your neg hole knocked up... Have fun in Berlin, Mark

Part 4 - Father Adelmo said I would be the sacrifice on the altar of man - for men - by men. What did he mean? Frankly I didn’t care as I was on the hunt for El Dorado - my destiny - the CRF19 virus - and as part of that journey had just spent the past few days in Miami being raped, fucked raw, and taking all sorts of nasty dick while snorting as much of the good Father’s ‘angel’ powder as I could. He said my future was to come back and live my final days at Casa des Santos. I was fine with that if he planned to keep me chemmed up and whored out and at the top of my list was going back to the ABS to get raped again by that nasty freak bugarrón who used my hole good. In the meantime, I was enjoying the cool breeze hitting my face as Bob and I bumped and jumped over the waves in the speedboat that was taking us out to meet the cargo ship. You see - they were smuggling me INTO Cuba. Crazy right? But that is where the CRF19 virus is rampant and I needed it, wanted it, it was my holy destiny. Bob - well technically he was one of a number of Brother Robertos that served the Father, but I called him Bob for short - had a jagged scar on his temple and I felt like we had ‘bonded’. True, he never really said much to me - if anything at all - but he had been my guide during my Miami depravity and now was my escort as I was smuggled out of the country. I was hustled to a low-rent marina, scrambled onto a low-slung speedboat that seemed like it might sink at any moment, and went barreling out into the open water, bumping over the waves and being baptized in salted spray. Some time later the dark hull of a large cargo ship loomed before us, its lights all but off, our pilot steering by the cast of the moon to find the swaying rope ladder hanging off the side. Angry words were exchanged in Spanish - well I guessed they were angry from the tone and once again cursed my short sightedness in realizing I was missing a lot of what was happening due to the language barrier. Under the cover of darkness, Bob and I were hustled aboard and stowed in a cramped, tiny room below deck. Within minutes of feeling the tremble of the engines reviving and getting underway, Bob got sea sick and started puking into the rusted metal bucket in the corner. I had to laugh and he was not amused. It was Bob’s turn to laugh when the crew master came down about an hour after we had gotten underway and he - and the rest of the men in need who had been at sea for weeks apparently and needed a fresh pussy ass to breed - fucked me one after the other. The cargo ship crew were eager to all slam fuck me raw and Bob just huddled in the corner -puking and smiling - as I begged to no avail for some white powder to snort in order to make their assault on my ass easier. I lost count of the number of men who bred me, but it was well over a dozen and yet I still wanted more. They were all quick fucks - nutt and bounce - and not a one of them challenged my hole or ass. My only hope was that some of them had some wild, exotic bug in which to infect me. I then fell asleep on the thin cot while Bob swayed in the chair in the corner, the metal bucket held to his chest as the roll of the seas continued to clean him out. I awoke a few hours later to a hard cuff to the head - Bob was standing over me, his dick out and raging, his palm piled with white powder, and an evil smile on his face. Clearly he was feeling better and had gotten his sea legs under him. I snorted, felt the welcome rush and burn, and sighed in pleasure as Bob started to pound my hole. That’s how the crew member found us when he brought us a meal - Bob balls deep in my ass. The tray with our bologna sandwiches was sat on the floor, the crew member tagged in, and Bob let him nutt my hole before he himself finished off inside me. I was ready to go back to sleep, but Bob pushed me off the cot so I had no choice but to curl up on the floor with just a backpack for a pillow. I desperately wanted to get out of the cabin but my hosts had made it clear with forceful gestures and by locking the door behind them, that Bob and I had to stay where we were. When Bob finally came to I was eager to get fucked again, but he just brushed me off, pulled a book out of his backpack, and started to read. I was so fucking bored! Finally the movement of the ship changed, new sounds could be heard, voices rang out in the corridor, Bob checked his watch, nodded, and packed up his things and said to me, “WELCOME TO CUBA - WE HAVE ARRIVED AT ENSENADA DE MARIMELENA.” I didn’t know if that was the city or what - and would later realize it was like the port section of Havana. Bob hefted his backpack over his shoulder, but not before handing me my ‘passport’ that had a small stack of U.S. $100 bills sticking out of it. Before we had left Miami Father Adelmo had explained, “You will have a passport that says you are Canadian. It will work for what we have planned, however if something goes wrong, the authorities in Cuba will be able to confirm it is not real and then - well let’s just say a Cuban jail is where you may spend your final days. You just follow Brother Roberto and do whatever he and anyone tells you, and all will be well my son.” Bob put his finger to his lips as a silent ‘shush’ order. A crew member came, we quickly made our way back out through the warren of the ship, up onto the dick, and I realized it was night. We had been at sea from dark to dark, although I had no idea the exact time as my watch, cell, and everything else had been left back in Miami. Bob huddled with someone near the rail of the ship. They exchanged a few, quiet words, a small stack of money was passed from Bob’s hands to the other’s with practiced ease and then Bob and I were surrounded by a couple guys front and back and were escorted down a wobbly gangplank and onto the dock below. From under the rim of my Marlin’s baseball cap - a gift from Bob - I could see we were in a port. There were trucks, cranes, some light, but not as much as I would have thought. At the bottom of the gangplank our group paused, a man in some sort of uniform looked us up and down, nodded, then turned and walked away. Bob and I were hustled to a large truck with wood railings, a tarp covering the top and most of the sides, and as we climbed up and bent forward I glanced back one last time wondering if I would make it home. For the first time I felt afraid - truly afraid - and stupid - but a rough shove and a few harsh words in Spanish made me move. Bob and I huddled at the front of the truck bed, boxes were placed between us and the back, someone banged the side of the truck and we started to move. Bob was cool, calm, and collected as the truck rumbled along. I had to ask myself, “Why was he here? What did he get out of this? Isn’t this an awful big risk for him too?” No sense asking Bob as I knew he would not answer. The sounds of the truck, port, and light traffic were the only sense I had of movement. While there were occasional flickers of light through the spaces between the tarp and the truck sides, we could not see anything, so I huddled close to Bob - silent and excited. The roads were bumpy; the exhaust from the truck muffler made the air gritty and foul, and my mind was whirling now with questions - where were we going, what was going to happen next, would I find El Dorado and the CRF19 virus? Some time later the truck slowed, Bob looked at me and pressed his finger to his lip again - ‘shush’ - and cocked his head as he leaned closer to the truck side while he listened. He nodded to himself, smiled, scooted forward a bit, and waited. The tailgate was unlatched, the truck body shifted as someone climbed up, boxes were moved and a small shaft of light pierced our hiding place. Bob jumped down, I followed, looked around, and we were parked behind a wooden building and the only light I could see was what came from the truck’s lights and the flashlight in the driver’s hand. The driver and Bob exchanged a few quiet words, Bob nodded, took the flashlight, grabbed my left arm and we started walking down a dirt road. I turned as the driver unlocked a door on the building and began pulling boxes off the truck. Only about 50 feet down the road Bob paused at a small, roadside shrine. It was white, about 3-feet high, with a few candle stubs in it. I had seen similar things in Mexico when I had spent a summer there, but there was usually a Virgin Mary statue too or something. Not here. Bob walked to the right of the shrine, and down an almost unseen path amidst the tall sugar cane field. He held the flashlight down so I had to look at the ground to make sure I did not fall or stumble. We walked for about 10 minutes and then I heard something - voices? Bob led us through a small copse of trees and into a break in the growth where outlined against the starry sky was a small building. Bob made his way to the door, knocked, paused, knocked again and waited. A lock was moved, the door slid silently open and a small candle flame flickered in the hand of the man who had opened the door. Bob spoke with him briefly, we were ushered in, the door closed and relocked. The flashlight in Bob’s hand made a loud CLICK as he turned it off. There was shuffling; the lone candle flame moved to our left, another was lit, then another, and more in turn. As the candles went up in flame I gasped a little and took a step back. The far wall was covered almost floor to ceiling with dozens of statues and small icons. Some dressed in robes and gold, others in tattered cloth. There were several tables around the edges of the room, all with half-melted candles, pictures, more statues, and other things I had no idea what they were. In the middle of the floor was a wooden table that had feathers, offal, and puddles of what looked like dried blood on the top, down the sides, and splattered on the ground around it. I’ve watched enough TV to realize this was some voodoo or Santeria set up and I took a step backwards towards the door. Bob grabbed my arm and squeezed hard - either in reassurance or warning - I was not sure. Either way I froze and watched as the man who had let us in continued to move around the room, but now he was humming and mumbling as he did so. The room was ablaze in candlelight now and the man now moved on to lighting herbs, incense, and bowls of what looked like potpourri. I was sweating profusely, and getting more nervous, but Bob’s tight grip kept me planted. The man then came and spoke with Bob, who handed his backpack to me with a “Don’t fucking move!” look, then he and the man hefted the wooden table that was in the middle of the room and carried it to a far corner. The man dug around a pile of things on a table, picked up what looked like a huge piece of white chalk, walked back to where the table was, and in a steady chant paced around the room five times, then walked back to the middle, took a stride forward, stopped, then bent over and began drawing. He drew the outline of a large triangle in the dirt, with some squiggly type lines in each corner. He appeared careful not to step inside the triangle, or touch the lines once drawn, and when completed, he then went to a cabinet, pulled out two handfuls of large, white and red pillar candles, and began carefully setting them into the dirt at various points around the outside of the triangle. He had to make several trips to the cabinet as he set a cluster of five red candles at each point. I was fidgety as hell now and started to ask Bob if I could go piss, but his silent ‘shush’ finger stopped me. The man then took off his shirt, took off his pants, and in just his underwear walked around the room a few more times chanting. He then grabbed a bottle off a table, took a mouthful, and spit it out in a spray. My eyes followed him as he did that in each corner of the room, towards each wall where the various statues and things were set, and then he walked toward us - stopped in front of Bob and spit the mist of liquid right into Bob’s face - took a swig - then spit into mine. I scrunched my eyes and forced myself not to flinch. It smelled like liquor and I reached up to wipe my eyes, but Bob slapped them away. Fuck. The man then went back to the table, poured several things into a plastic cup, walked back to us and handed it to me. I looked at the concoction - it was thick, milky white, and chunky looking. I questioningly looked at him, then Bob, with a, “You want me to drink this?” look. The man nodded, I took a sip, and wanted to retch. It tasted like sour yogurt and dirt and cow shit. I would have handed the cup back right then, but the look on both their faces told me I better not. I upended the cup and swallowed the contents and grimaced. The man took the cup and went back to his chanting. I felt flush - the room began to spin - I heard lots of voices, or animals, or was that music? I felt Bob’s hands holding me, his voice chanting softly in my ear, new voices were added, and as I slumped to the dirt floor more hands were on me as my eyes fluttered and the spinning grew fast and faster. My eyelids felt heavy, weighted, but with great concentration I was able to open them a sliver. I MIGHT HAVE SCREAMED OR RUN IF I COULD, BUT I WAS IMMOBILE. My mind demanded action, yet my body was stiff, unmoving, unfeeling, like I was a tree firmly rooted to the Earth. Angling my eyes right – the only part of my 200+ bones and 600+ muscles that seemed to respond - I could see the naked body of a man, his massive dick swaying in time to chanting, and as the crescendo of the voices peaked, he bent down to look at me and that’s when I tried to scream. He had a goat’s face with golden, spiked horns. The goat man moved, the chanting grew, I could see another man, another monster dick, and when he bent down to look at me it was a bull’s face with a thick, gold ring through his nose. No longer a man. I wanted to scream. The bull moved out of my sightline, the chanting grew louder and I could see another man, another giant dick with a deformed head, and when he bent down and looked at me it was a dog’s face with golden, yellow eyes. No longer a man. I wanted to scream. The dog moved out of my sightline, the chanting grew louder and I could see another man, another dick even larger than the others, and when he bent down and looked at me it was a horse’s face with golden teeth. No longer a man. I wanted to scream. The horse moved out of my sightline, the chanting echoed, changed pace, grew louder, faster, and louder still. I could see another man, another dick that put all the others to shame and it was ringed in gold, ridged, studded, the metal shining like a brilliant sun in the dim candle light. When he bent down and looked at me I wanted to sigh in relief - human - yet he was not a man. He was a fleshless, gold skull, a skeleton. I wanted to scream. Brother Roberto, a.k.a. Bob, was standing to the right of my head now. He was kneeling and crossing himself in prayer. His eyes were closed tight like he too was afraid of what I was seeing. Hooves and claws raked my flesh, the taste of bile and iron filled my mouth. There was a brilliant flash of light and then a scorching pain as my flesh was peeled back to allow entry by these men who would sacrifice my body - and theirs - to their zoolatry ritual. Was I floating off the ground? Was I on the table? My legs were raised back and up, but how? The goat man’s phallus pierced my ass and suddenly every nerve in my body was firing. Pain, fear, agony, ecstasy, all joined in chorus as the chanting suddenly grew distant and far aware. The penis felt much like the shape of man’s but bigger, firmer, sharper. The goat head got close to mine. Its eyes were totally black, as were its lips, which seemed to be moving. The hair was white, short, and matted and the golden horns glowed brighter as it fucked me. The harder it fucked, the more my sides hurt where it’s hooves dug in my white flesh. As he climaxed, the goat man threw his head back, bellowed a sound of primal release, then looked at me with now blood-red eyes, spat in my face, and as the last of his seed flooded my hole the goat head bent down and bit my flesh. The man bull’s head was so large I could see nothing else. His dick was bulbous on the end, and as inch after inch wound its way inside my guts I felt sure he would push through my back. The wide nostrils flared and the gold ring that pierced them caught clusters of snot as it dripped out if his nostrils with every grunt and thrust inside me. His hair was tawny brown, and the skin of his nose the blackest of black. The bellow he made when he released in my ass harmonized perfectly with the rising chants and splattered me with a mist of snot. Having filled me with his measure, the bull tilted his head; a blood-red eye seared my soul as his teeth found their mark. The dog man’s deformed head and knot stretched me wide, and kept inflating, and I thought me might never stop. His top lip curled up and down in time with the chanting and the strokes of his dick while his claws cut my flesh. The ears were laid back, the golden yellow eyes widened and focused then widened again as he yipped, snarled, and growled. The high-pitched howl he let loose when he filled me with cum pierced my eardrums like a nail and sounded in opposition to the symbiotic chants. His incisors also found their mark, drawing more of my life force out, which dripped to the packed earth below. The stallion’s penis was unbearably large, blunt, and where the dog man seemed to be content once his knot had entered, I was now a mare filled beyond a man’s measure as the flared head ripped my insides deeper and deeper. The dark black eyes, set against the lighter coal hair, were offset by the startling gold colored teeth, which snapped and clicked and clacked as the head swung side to side. When the stallion finally reared in carnal joy my abdomen swelled and the earth was marked anew as he finally withdrew, but not before ensnaring my flesh between his golden teeth. The chanting slowed, the volume turned down to hardly a whisper. My vision was clouded further as the smoky haze in the room thickened and swirled like the birth of cyclone. THE GOLDEN SKULL HUNG IN THE AIR OVER ME, DISEMBODIED, SOLITARY, AND ADRIFT IN A PLANE OF THE DYING. The bonds that held me firm constricted, it was hard to breath, and with barely any movement, the golden skull extended his primal force, his golden spiked and ridged dick finding my already brutalized hole, and he entered in one stroke. My internal organs shut down. My body faced death - inside and out. My ass was stretched wider, gaped, explored impossibly deeper and shredded by the golden teeth that on the skull head did not move; yet inside me they chewed, gnawed, and consumed my flesh. Had I died? Was I in hell? No, it felt too good for that. The golden skull’s dick fucked me deep - raw - hard - rough. My body was at his mercy, and no mercy was given. I would have smiled if I could have. A voice resonated then through my body, my bones themselves vibrating with the timber of the baritone chords, “Death stroke requires blood.” What the fuck did that mean? I didn’t have time to ponder, as the next thing I remember is asking myself why was Bob angry? I could hear it in his voice. Who was grabbing me? What was going on? My mind raced in a sprint, flooded by flashes of the past - what had it been? Hours, minutes, days? I didn’t know, but still, my body did not move to my neural commands. Why was I paralyzed still? I gurgled as liquid was poured down my throat and reflexively swallowed. Bob was still angry. Firm hands lifted me, jostled me, I felt like I was in a tilt-a-whirl at the county fair, and faster and faster I spun until...the next thing I remember was the taste of that foul drink I had taken before - the same rotten yogurt shit. UGH! More firm hands, more jostling, more of Bob’s angry voice. In the dim light I could see the pinky finger on my left hand. It felt like a mountain was on me, yet I knew that was silly. The tip of my pinky twitched and I was elated. I was alive. I could move. OK, well not MOVE move, but neurons were firing and my body was reacting. I tried to roll over, but the pressing body held firm, embedded inside me, his dick hooked in my ass like a lure to a trout. Bob kneeled by my head, he rubbed my cheek, smiled and said, “WE ARE GOING HOME.” HE PAUSED, NODDED TOWARDS THE MAN ON MY BACK WHO WAS BURIED IN MY ASS AND WHISPERED IN HOLY WONDER, "USTED ENCONTRÓ EL DORADO" - TRANSLATION - “YOU FOUND EL DORADO.” THE ANGEL OF DEATH HAD WRAPPED ME IN HIS WINGS. Stay Tuned for Part 5- (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Love anon gloryhole bottoming. The best part for me - apart from getting their load balls deep of course - is after you've spent a little while sucking them, when you stand up, turn round and slide onto their cock, that they don't either pull away or leave - knowing then that they want to breed a hole too. Then of course the raw fucking and breeding, which is of course what you were hoping for .......

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 10 I felt roped into something I didn’t want to be doing, and before I knew it, it was Friday, date night. By the afternoon I wasn’t feeling much like meeting Brian, not because I didn’t want to go on the date with him. That was a given. It was because I was pretty certain the symptoms of my gono were kicking in. My ass was itching along with my balls, and it burned when I pissed. I didn’t have a discharge yet, but I was certain that would be along shortly. I wondered if I was going to start a sore throat too. The AIDS daddy was right about one thing….it was sweet to me. I realize most people would think I’m a bit twisted for being turned on by HIV and other STDs, but everyone has their fetishes, so more power to them I always say. Mine are just a bit on the taboo side. I couldn’t deny my turn ons and didn’t want to. I found myself boned up that I now had gono on top of HIV. I wondered if my HIV would mutate or if the AIDS daddy being full-blown would hit my immune system hard enough take me to AIDS status as well. The thought just made my cock even stiffer. Anyway, I felt like canceling my date, but I didn’t have Brian’s phone number, and thinking I’d probably cancel my date, even if my mom had it, I’m sure she would not give it to me. I text Zak. “I’ll be heading to my “date” in a few hours. I have a little added bonus too.” “Yeah? Flowers for your new boo?” “Yeah right….my heart is all pitter patter….” “Crabs?” “You wish, bitch!!” “A hump back?” “Do I need to bitch slap you?” “Ooh….I love when you take charge, babe.” “I’ll charge your ass up, bitch, cause I’m sure I have gono. I have some burning when I piss and my balls and ass are itchy. No discharge…..YET.” “Fuck….wish I was there. You need to share that with me, babe.” “I knew you would want it. LOL.” “I’ll be there tomorrow. We’ll take care of it this weekend, but you’re not starting antibiotics before giving me your seed.” “You got it.” “Well, if you decide to knock up Brian, he’ll be getting a little bonus.” “It’s a hot thought, but knocking up my mom’s neighbor?....I’m not going there.” “Well, play it by ear, and I want details, babe.” “LOL….I figured….see you tomorrow.” Being a prompt guy I reluctantly arrived for my “date” about 10 minutes early. Brian greeted me at the door and stepped outside to chat with me. “Hey, Isaac…..” I interrupted, “You can call me Zeek, Brian.” “Ok…..Zeek…….Um…..I guess it’s best to just say it. I already have a boyfriend.” I started to laugh. “What’s so funny?” “I have a boyfriend too.” He chuckled, “So how did this happen?” “I’ll tell you how…..we have two meddling mothers with selective hearing who don’t know the meaning of the word ‘no’.” “I didn’t even know you’re gay, Zeek. Not until my mom found out from your mom last week. Then suddenly we’re compatible simply because we’re both gay.” “Yeah, gotta love ‘em,” I said sarcastically. “You know I thought about canceling our date, but I didn’t know how to reach you. My boyfriend encouraged me to go anyway.” I again chuckled, “Well, same thing with my boyfriend.” After a pause of silence looking at each other awkwardly, we both laughed; relieved that we were both on the same page. “So, want to keep our moms guessing and go have a drink,” Brian asked? “Sure…I think they deserve a little pay back.” “Mind if I invite my boyfriend to join us? You can meet him.” “Not at all…..see if he’s free.” “What about yours? Think he could join us?.....A little double date so to speak?” “No, not tonight. He lives in Chicago.” “Well, maybe I can meet him another time.” “Sure….. So, is This is It Bar ok with you?” “That’s fine…..my boyfriend and I hang out there sometimes. One of the bartenders is cute too. I’ll message him and see if he can join us.” “Cool….sounds good.” Within a minute Brian’s phone lit up. “Well, that was fast,” I said. “Yeah, he’s a bit curious....(after checking his message) Ok, he’ll meet us there. Ready to go?” “Yep.” Brian and I sat at the bar tipping our beer when his boyfriend approached from behind me. “Ah, there he is.” Brian tapped my arm. “Zeek, this is my boyfriend, Ian. Ian, this is Zeek.” I turned around to see the blonde twink that Zak and I bred a few weeks ago. Ian’s jaw dropped open and his eyes widened with fear. I played dumb, extended my hand and introduced myself, “Pleased to meet you, Ian.” He shook my hand, “Ah, H-Hi,” he stuttered….. “N-Nice to meet you.” I asked, “Would you like a drink, Ian?” He paused still holding onto my hand. “Are you alright, Ian? You look dumb founded,” Brian asked. Ian let go of my hand and grinned, “Ah, I’m fine. It’s just been a busy day.” He put his arm around Brian as if to reinforce once more that he was Brian’s boyfriend. “I’ll have a beer too,” he replied. I flagged down the bartender and bought Ian a beer. It was obvious that Brian had no clue that his boyfriend was cheating on him, and that he loved being bred Zak’s and my poz cum. Ian inquired, “So you two just met today?” “Well, we grew up across the street from each other. We hung out a little when we were young, but not a lot,” I replied. “Yeah, I didn’t even know Zeek was gay until our moms tried to set us up.” “So, find out anything interesting about each other,” Ian nervously inquired? “No, nothing much; just that we both have boyfriends now,” I said. “We mainly reminisced about our younger days growing up across from each other,” Brian added. “Oh, so you have a boyfriend too,” Ian “naively” asked? (Thinking to myself)….Yeah you remember him, don’t you. He planted his poz seed in you when we both fucked you a few weeks ago. But I just smiled and said, “Yeah, his name’s Zak.” Brian burst in and tapped my arm, “You know, I actually had a little crush on you, Zeek.” “You did?” I replied as my cock twitched at the thought of pozzing his ass too. “Yeah, it was when I was about 7, but I didn’t put two and two together that I’m gay until my teens.” “I had no idea,” I said. “It’s kind of why I distanced myself from you. I figured you were straight.” “That was about the time I was figuring out that I’m gay. I kind of figured you were straight too, so I just let it go.” “Boy did our gaydar suck.” We all laughed. “Wow…you two could have been each other’s first if you had stayed buds a little longer,” Ian said. “Yeah, probably, but I’m certainly no virgin anymore,” Brian said. I looked at Brian and grinned. “Ah, yeah….I’d say that’s long gone for me too.” “Been around the block a time or two, huh?” Ian added teasingly. “Ah, something like that….I’ll let your imagination run a bit wild with that,” I replied then gave Ian a corner eyed evil grin. After a few more drinks we were flirting and teasing each other quite a bit. I could tell Ian was in deep thought a little on the nervous side knowing I know his partner and also know he enjoyed taking our poz loads a few weeks ago. I teasingly added, “Hey, Ian, What kinky thoughts are going through that head of yours?” “Who, me?” he replied in an innocent tone. “Yes, you,” Brian said. “If you only knew,” he replied then chuckled. “I can imagine,” I flirtatiously added. Brian said, “Ooh, we can explore that later tonight.” “There you go, Ian. Let it out. Brian wants it……live on the wild side,” I said. I knew what thoughts were going through Ian’s head. I could tell by the twitching cock in his pants too. Ian excused himself to the bathroom. I assume to calm down his boned up cock over the poz thoughts dancing through his brain. Boy, If Brian only knew his boyfriend was turning into a chaser. I no sooner got home from dropping off Brian and my phone lit up. It was a text message. “Zeek, this is Ian.” “Hey Ian…..I see you kept my number.” “Yeah, I couldn’t toss your it out. That night with you and Zak scared me, but turned me on so much.” “I understand totally.” “Are you going to tell, Brian?” “Don’t worry, Ian. That’s your business. I find it hot that you’re cheating on Brian and turning into a chaser.” “This scares me.” “But you want more poz cum, don’t you?” “Yeah, I do. It’s such a turn on. I tried to resist it.” “That desire never goes away, Ian. You can try to resist it or give in and let your desires run wild.” “I don’t think I can resist it anymore. I don’t think I want to either.” “It only grows stronger, Ian….believe me. You’ll want it more and more.” “How long have you been chasing?” “Not long…..I still chase poz, but I’m not neg anymore.” “You’re poz too?” “Yeah, you may have gotten a charged load from me that night after all. I got the fuck flu about a week later. I just have to go test to confirm it.” “Oh fuck!! I’m rock hard now.” “Figured that would turn you on.” “I’d love to take your load.” “Well, you’d be getting an added bonus if you do.” “What do you mean?” “Zak and I had a little celebration of my conversion at the bath house. Think I have gonorrhea so you may want to wait.” “Oh Fuck!!” “Fuck what?” “My cock is throbbing.” “Bones you too, huh?” “YES!! My cock is rock hard.” “Do you want my load?” “Yes!!” “Do you remember where I live?” “Yes!!” “Come on over.” 30 minutes later my doorbell rang. I opened the door already boned up. “Hi……come on in.” Ian was obviously fully erect from the bulge in his pants. He walked past me, and I closed the door. “Are you sure you want this?” “Yeah, I’m sure.” “You know you will probably poz if you aren’t already infected?” “I know. I don’t care.” “What about Brian? Do you want to poz him after you charge up?” “I don’t know. The thought turns me on, but…..” “Are you scared?” “Yes, but I’m so turned on.” Ian’s cock again throbbed in his jeans a few times. I walked up to him and rubbed my hand against his hard cock. Ian closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. “I’m going to fuck you and give you my toxic load.” Ian’s cock throbbed against my grip. “Fuck, yes!!” I pulled my t-shirt off over my head, and dropped my jeans to the floor. I was going commando, so I kicked my jeans to the side and stood before Ian naked and rock hard. Poz precum already slicked the head of my cock. “Oh my God. You got a biohazard too.” “Get your clothes off so I can breed that hot ass.” Ian stripped naked then knelt before me and lapped up the toxic juice from my glans. He then slid my cock all the way into his mouth. I grabbed him by the back of the head. My cock throbbed and drooled sweet nectar down his throat as I slowly fucked his face. “Fuck….you want that poison, don’t you, pig?.....that’s it……lick it all up. Feel it sliding down your throat. You’re just like me, pig. You want me to infect you with my HIV and my gono, don’t you?” Ian mumbled with my cock buried in his throat, “Yes.” I pulled my cock from his mouth and noticed a small amount of discharge leaking from my piss hole. “See that, pig? That’s my gono sliding down your throat….you’re probably already infected with it. Now you need my poz seed in your ass.” “Fuckin sweet.” I pulled Ian to his feet and led him by the hand to my bedroom. “Get on the bed on all fours, pig.” I tossed him a bottle of poppers, and he anxiously put the bottle to his nostrils and inhaled deeply. I spit on Ian’s ass and again on my cock. As I lubed up my shaft with a few strokes of my hand I felt a burning through my piss hole and more gono oozed out. I wiped the gono from the head of my cock onto Ian’s puckered hole then pressed my shaft into his cunt. His hole resisted my prodding so I thrust harder and tore him open. His cunt lips engulfed my poisonous cock head along with my gono discharge. Ian shreaked in pain. “Just relax, pig. Take another hit. Feel the head of my shaft inside you? My toxic cock!!” He inhaled again….taking a deep hit, then flying high. I grabbed Ian’s hips and again thrust into him. He again tensed up in pain, milking more discharge from my venomous snake. My piss hole burned as my cock throbbed. “That’s it….take my diseases, pig. I’m almost all the way in.” I slammed into Ian’s cunt again with one swift thrust. “Fuck yes…You got it all, pig. I’m buried balls deep in your cunt.” Ian’s cunt again puckered around my rod. “Fuck that hurts so good,” he said while exhaling. “Enjoy the ride. Time to sew my demon seed into your gut.” I slowly withdrew my shaft keeping the tip of my cock buried inside. I again spit on my pole and felt his cunt wrapped tightly around my shaft as every inch slid into his tight cunt. “Oh my God….You feel so good. It’s like a velvet on my toxic meat.” I continually thrust all the way into Ian. He buried his head into the mattress then threw his head back and began meeting my thrusts, fucking himself on my tool. “Fuck, you want my babies in you, don’t you? My virus and gono are definitely in you. Feel my rod working my diseases into your gut?” “Fuck, I want this so much.” “I’m going to poz you, pig. I’m going to fire my HIV into your gut and infect you. You’re mine forever, pig. You’ll be poz in no time.” “Fuck, give it to me. Cum in me. I want to poz.” “You want to fuck your boyfriend, don’t you? Infect him too….give him my DNA and poz him.” “Oh, fuck, yes.” “I’m going to unload in you now, pig. Knock you up with my demon seed.” I began to thrust into Ian hard, and began to moan. My cock throbbed in his cunt. “There’s no turning back, pig. Feel me shooting in you? You’re getting all my toxic seed right now.” My body jerked, and I groaned from the burning discomfort down my piss hole as my gono and dirty cum fired off into his hole. “Yes….you’re getting all of me. Take it, pig…..Every bit of my DNA.” Ian stroked his shaft a few times…..it was all it took. “Oh fuck…..I’m going to shoot,” and he spewed his load across my bed sheets. I kept my cock buried in Ian’s cunt until it stopped throbbing then slid my shaft from his hole. Ian squat down on the bed and licked up his semen from my sheets. I worked my fingers into Ian’s cunt and massaged his guts with my fingernails. “Feel me scraping your cunt? Let my demon seed course through your blood.” I worked my babies into his gut with my fingers then flopped on the bed next to him. He curled up against me, pressing his sweaty body into mine. “Oh my God…. This is so fucking hot.” “Any fears, cause you will poz? You definitely have my gono too.” “I’m a little scared, but I can’t resist this anymore.” Ian lay in my arms panting. “Just let go and go with it….. enjoy the ride. If this turns you on that much you’re going to love my HIV and gono.” Ian dosed off in my arms for about 30 minutes then jumped awake. He quickly checked his phone. Brian was texting him while he was taking my toxic load. “Fuck, I better go,” he said. “Brian’s wondering where I am. I told him I fell asleep.” “Well, you did, you little pig….after you took my poz cum.” Ian’s cock again began to get hard as he pulled his jeans on. He gave me a kiss and pulled his t-shirt over his head. “Thanks again,” Ian said as he turned the doorknob “I have to get home.” “Let me know when you want more seed, pig.” He turned and grinned then slipped out the door. A minute later my phone lit up. “That was fucking hot….thanks again, Zeek. I want more.” “Anytime, pig….just let me know.” I crawled back into bed naked, stroking my cock. Boy did I have hot details for Zak. More to cum guys.....

Meeting Rob Shortly before classes started, the wrestling coach had the entire freshman on the wrestling team come into the gym to meet and to see how we worked as a team for practice purposes. After everyone introduced themselves, listed some accomplishments, and fun fact we were divided into our weight classes. There were five of us in my weight class, so it was agreed we would round-robin with one guy sitting out and kinda ref'ing us. The first guy with whom I was paired-up was James. He was on the high-end of our weight class, whereas I was on the low-end. Even so, I was quickly able to pin him down and gain the point. James was cute, had blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and a nice round ass. I also noticed when I pinned him the second time that he was sporting a bit of a chub from all the rolling around. It wasn't unusual for us wrestlers to get a bit hard, after all there is a lot of frictions on your crotch as you are rolling around. We learn to ignore it, but I put it aside in my mind to see if I might hook up with him later. Next, I wrestled Rob, another guy who was towards the high end of our weight class. I don't know if Rob had read something of me that I didn't know I was telegraphing, but every chance he had while we wrestled he made sure that either his hand was on my ass or cock or my hand was rubbing him in the same places. He was definitely giving me signals that it was more than an accident. It was enough to throw me off, and he pinned me all three times. With his final pin, his mouth was near my ear and he whispered "I want us to fuck." As clear as day I heard his words. After he let me up, and we shook hands, it was my turn to ref while Rob wrestled Chris, who, like me, was on the low end of our weight class. Chris weighed 156, and stood at 5' 8", had curly brown hair and dark brown eyes. I watched the Rob and Chris wrestle, and looked like a good match, but I kinda kept an eye on Rob's grip. As far as I could see, Rob wasn't as grabby with Chris as he had been with me. So maybe it was my imagination that it had happened, or he was gay like me. Rob won again, so he went up against our final weight class team mate. Anton fell in the middle of our class at 158 and stood about 5' 10". He had black hair and brown eyes, he was the only African American on the team. Rob and Anton went back and forth, each would score a point after the other, finally I called it a tie as they seemed evenly matched between weight and skill. We all wrestled each other for the remainder of the practice. When Coach called the end of the practice, we all filed into the lockers and showered and changed. Rob was waiting for me when I got done, and asked me if I wanted company for dinner. I agreed, and we both headed to the cafeteria. Over dinner, Rob kept subtly flirting with me. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer, and blurted out "Look, yes I am gay. I think you are hot, though not generally my type. If you want to be fuck buddies, cool. If I have read everything wrong since we wrestled, then sorry. If you want to bash me, then I will fight back." "Wait, I'm not your type but you want to be fuck buddies? What's your type?" "Well, I like older guys. Daddies. But I am a guy and like to fuck as much as I can so I take the guys that are at hand. So, like you said, are we going to fuck, or was this a total waste?" "Oh Tom, I think this is going to be a great friendship with lots of benefits." With that we left the cafeteria and walked around campus. As we walked, we talked and discovered that we both were versatile, and both fucked bare. "Don't you worry about catching anything when you are fucking bareback?" I asked Rob, testing the waters of my other kink. "Not really, most of the STDS are treatable, only one you gotta really worry about is HIV. And to be honest, I don't even worry too much about HIV." "So, you make sure the guys fucking you are Neg?" "Nah, I figure that if I am meant to get it, I will. If not, great." "Have you heard about these guys called Chasers who go out and actively try to get HIV?" "Yeah, one of my buddies from high school is a chaser, though last I heard he was still neg." "Did you fuck with him?" "Yeah, we used to swap loads all the time. Like I said, if I get it I get it. Not going to discriminate if it's a good fuck." "Cool. I want to level with you. I'm really turned on with the idea of finding a Daddy who is poz and becoming his poz son." "Dude that is fuckin' hot! I think that I'd let you poz me if you convert." "Really? You'd become my poz brother?" "Yeah, I would. I think you are totally hot, and would do just about anything with you." With That, Rob leaned in and kissed me deeply. I returned his kiss, and reached my hand down to feel his cock. He grabbed mine too, but we broke away quickly, as we were out in a public area and knew if we kept going, we'd end-up fucking right there. "So," Rob said, "we've gotta find someplace to fuck, and soon!" "Yeah. What's your roommate like?" "Very hot, but I'm not sure if he is gay or straight." "Well, I know mine is a straight asshole. We've only been here a few days and he has brought girls back to fuck right in front of me." "Maybe he's doing it in front of you because he wants you to bend that hot ass over and make you take his cock," Rob laughed. I returned the laugh, adding "Nah, I don't want his tiny cock, but after I converted I'd fuck his ass." "Dude, you are so twisted. I love it! Well, let's go to my room. Let's find out if my roommate is gay or straight." "If he's gay, maybe we can both fuck him!" Rob threw his arm around me, and together we walked back to his dorm room. That night we fucked each other and shot a load deep into the other's ass. It started a great fuck buddy relationship, and after his roommate got sick of walking in on us fucking repeatedly that first week, we ended-up as roommates. His moved in with mine, and we now lived together. Obviously, his roommate was not gay, but was fine with us; in fact we often hung out with him and a few others who were not on the wrestling team. When I met my Dad online, I gave Rob the info in case I never came back, better safe than sorry. He was totally turned on the night before I was going over to meet Dad and Dave. That night, after practice and dinner, we headed back to our room and after stripping out of our clothes, he bent me over and ate my ass for a good 20 minutes. With my hole lubed up with his spit, and opened from his tongue, he slid his cock into me and pounded my ass till he grunted and dropped his load deep inside me. As he slowly pulled out, I kept my ass tight to keep that load in me. "Now that you have unloaded, ready for one of my last neg loads before I get pozed up?" "Fuck yeah, buddy! Get that cock in my cunt and drop that load in me." "Get on the bed, I want to fuck you on your stomach." Rob lay on his stomach on the bed, and I climbed between his legs. His ass was already moist from the sweat he had built up form fucking me, but I went in and ate that hole like a starving man. He was soon moaning and writhing against my face as I tried to get my tongue deep into his fuck chute. Once he was well lubed with my spit, I lined my cock up with his hole and slowly let my weight push it into him. He let out a pleased moan as my balls hit his ass. I savored the feel of his ass around my cock before I began to slowly fuck him. For a long time I just slowly used his hole like a fleshlight till I felt my load beginning to build. With that tingle in my balls starting, I began to fuck Rob hard and fast into the mattress. "Give me that neg load, just like you will those poz loads when you are all charged up," Rob moaned. "You want this load in your cunt?" "Fuck, yes Tom, give me your last neg load. Plant it in my cunt." A few more thrusts, and I grunted "Here you go, buddy. My last known neg load in your cunt!" I pushed in till my balls hit his ass, and my cock shot several loads of juice into his ass. I collapsed on top of him. We stayed connected and rolled over to our sides. Cuddled up, my cock still buried in his ass, Rob and I fell asleep. The next day I headed out to meet Dad, and my life would change forever. Once I arrived, I texted Rob and let him know I would probably be staying the weekend, and would hopefully be coming home with the bug incubating deep in my ass.

THE END... I watched as Peter eased the metal pin from my cock. As he pulled it put a dribble of precum spat out of the head and covered his fingers. As I watched he licked his fingers clean and grinned. He turned the dial up a notch and then leaned forward to feed me poppers, ordering me to take deeper breaths each time. After the fourth hit I was dizzy from the combination of poppers and chems. I watched as he turned the dial on the small box up and felt the immediate reaction in my arse. He lifted my legs and pushed the metal butt plug deeper into my arse. I could literally feel it against the muscular walls of my arse and i was sure i could feel my arse juices sloshing around it too. It felt incredible. Peter turned the dial up again and I could feel the hairs on my head tingle as he straddled me. Suddenly he was speaking to me. About school. I didn't really catch what he was saying but it was something about physics lessons. I watched as he poured a whole bottle of poppers into a jock and pushed it into my mouth. Greedily I opened my jaws to accept it and breath in the chemical smell mixed with the rancid smell of sweat. Then as I watched he stood over me he started to piss all over my cock and balls. And suddenly I remember my physics lessons as the piss reacted with the electrical charge coursing through my body. The shock shot through my body making me gasp and jolted my body. I watched as his arced his piss up my body to my face and straight onto the jock in my mouth. I felt the piss soak the fabric and start to trickle down my throat. I could taste the chems in it. I couldn't help but moan. After seeming to piss for ages, his cock finally dried up. I was literally lying in a pool of piss. As I lay there drenched Peter unhooked the black box and pulled the butt plug from my arse. I heard it make a sucking sound as it came out and felt my hole close up. Peter stood up and ordered me to follow him. I stood up and felt my legs give way. He turned to look at me and laughed. He grabbed my arm and wrenched me to my feet and dragged me after him into the bathroom. He pushed me into shower and I heard the rush of water. He ordered me to wash myself down. I obeyed as he stood there watching as I soaped my body and washed off the piss. My hand slid to my arse and after soaping it I couldn't resist sliding a finger in. His hand swept up out of nowhere and hit me in the face. He dragged me out of the shower, swearing and cursing at me. I was whimpering as he dragged me back into the main room and threw me across the sofa. I landed awkwardly, winding myself. He grabbed my head and forced my jaws open and pushed a phial into my mouth, holding my nose to make me swallow. I was begging him to stop as he fed me anther vial. Then he pushed me on all fours and i felt him push the head of his cock against my hole. I screamed as I felt my arse tightened. Grabbing my hips he pulled me all the way onto his cock. He was right the shock had loosened the inside of my arse but it seemed that my butthole had tightened as he forced his way past the muscle without mercy. I was fighting for breath as he plunged in and out of my arse, literally ripped me open. But I wanted it all and I wanted it deep and found my hands gripping his thighs and drawing him even deeper into my greedy arse. I realised that the chems he'd fed be were stronger than ever. I heard myself urging him to fuck me harder and deeper. To fill me with his cum. To use me. He pulled out and flipped me over, raised my legs into the air and slammed his cock back into my hole. As I opened my mouth to scream his hand wrapped round my neck and choked the sound out of me. My arms flew up to stop him but with his other hand he slapped them away and held the over my head. As he plunged remorselessly in and out of my hole I felt his grip tighten. Spots started appearing before my eyes as he stared straight at me. Suddenly I felt my arse give way and felt his cock slide even deeper into my arse. He moaned as he felt it too and released his grip. I pulled air into my lungs as I felt his cock slide past the sphincter deeper in my arse. Never before had I had a cock so deep. I could literally feel it banging deeper and deeper into my hole. Peter was still staring at me, his eyes seemingly full of, I couldn't believe it, hatred. But at that point I suddenly realised that is what I wanted. His hatred. Fuelling his fucking. Using me. His breath was getting quicker and quicker. He released my hands and I felt his hand grip my cock hard. I was completely powerless as I felt him wank my cock. Pulling the foreskin all the way back. I felt my balls tighten and suddenly without warning I was spewing cum all over the place. He kept on fucking me. And wanking my cock. And I kept spewing cum. It was coating my balls and stomach. He stopped wanking me and scooped the cum into his hand and smeared it all over my face. And still he didn't stop fucking me, sweat was dripping off his face and onto mine. His breathing was ragged but the pounding did not stop. His cock felt more engorged in my arse than ever. I imagined my insides were raw and bloody from the cock abuse. But I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him deeper and harder. And I told him so. And suddenly he yelled and pulled me deeper onto his cock as I felt his cum explode up my arse. I felt it flood my guts, spilling out his cock and deep into my arse. And still he kept pumping my arse. I felt his hot cum speeding out of my arse as he finally pulled out. He slid me down and pushed his cock into my mouth. I obeyed and opened up my throat to take his cock as far as I could. It was still spilling cum which spilt down my throat. My tongue lapped his shaft tasting his cum and my arse juices as his face fucked me, his balls pushed against my mouth. Finally his pounding subsided and he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He straddled me and looked down at me. Chem fucked I smiled. He leaned down and handed me a phial. I accepted it and drank it down. I should have seen it coming. I passed out. ************************************************** I came to with the sun shining in my face. Something was not quite right. And it took me a few seconds to work it out. I was in my own bed. I was naked. I sat up. My clothes were in a folded pile next to the bed. On the bedside table was an envelope. Gingerly I picked it up and opened it. "Morning Cunt. Not a bad start. But you've much to learn. One point." My cock twitched as I out the note down and lay back. My hand skid between my legs and as I rubbed my cock I sighed. Master was pleased.