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The Confession Here is where the fiction comes in. I begged the Priest to let me visit as I had a confession that I needed to get off of my chest. He agreed to let me know as soon as his family left, and he was able to set up the “church.” In my mind, it was just another time that he would flake out on me, but I remained on Grindr awaiting a message from him. To my surprise, I received a message from him later in the day, saying that, “the Temple has been set up, and I should come over for a service.” He gave me his address, and instructed me to wear appropriate church clothes, which included gym shorts, a tee shirt and jock strap only. I was already cleaned out, and told the Father that I needed his address. Once he gave it to me, I informed him that I would be over in 15 minutes. He just said “Good Alter Boy, and that when I arrived, I should just knock on door 3 time, no more, no less.” I arrived at his place as scheduled, and knocked three times. The door opened just a bit, and I couldn’t see much. The room was very dark, and I could see some sort of table, which was covered with a black shroud, and two red candles lit on each side, holding it down. Besides the table was a modified kneeling bench. His hand reached through the door, handing me a leather mask, with no eye holes, and told me that this was a part of proper church attire, and I needed to put it on before entry. I quickly did as instructed, and he grabbed my hand and led me into his temple. I was a bit nervous, but I just knew I would receive the Fathers blessing. Once inside, he instructed me to strip to just my jock, which I quickly did. As I was hooded, I couldn’t really tell what was going on. He began by tweaking my nipples quite hard, and then instructed me to turn around, to which I complied. Once I turned around, he grabbed my ass cheeks and started feeling them. He then instructed me to bend over, and I quickly obliged. As a did, I felt his finger enter my ass. As he worked it, I was moaning in pleasure, and it wasn’t long before a second finger was inserted. After about five minutes, he removed his fingers, and something strange took their place. I had no idea what it was, but it felt amazing. After he removed the object he instructed me to stand up and turn around again. This time he grabbed my hard, yet pathetic cock through my jock. He asked if I was there to confess about my pathetic cock, to which I replied no, but I knew it was pathetic, and that is why I am a total bottom. He said good choice my son. He grabbed my hand telling me we would discuss further in the confessional. TO BE CONTINUED!

I give thanks to Thanksgiving meal shopping for giving me a first. Was able to get out of the house away from wife to 'stock up' on items needed for making Thursdays meal. Had A4A and BBRT up on my phone as I totally for real walked around a grocery store alone (ie, sat in parking lot hitting up every top around). One finally bit that would host but he wanted anon. I have never really thought about doing that, mostly for physical safety etc, but of course being super horny simply replied, "What's your address?". He gave me instructions on how to get into his place and into his bedroom sight unseen, (he has a roommate apparently). 15 minute drive and I was sneaking in his back door, creeping through a living room and straight to a bedroom. I undressed and climbed on the bed and waited. So there I was first time giving my cheating married ass to an absolute sight unseen stranger. Felt amazing having a total stranger suddenly touch and caress you. I was in heat and so badly wanted that cum and he wasted no time mounting me. We maintained a hush whispered tone as I begged him to breed my married ass and he kept saying how great my ass was and kept asking if I was ready for his load. OF COURSE I WAS. Suddenly he was pumping me full and I just kept using my hole to milk all his cum out. He went back to his bathroom, where he had been hiding before. I got up, got dresed, drove home, complained to wife grocery store was picked clean. Thankfully she bought it.

I opened the email and she started out by saying she knew I would help her and I was the only one she trusted. She said she was open to what ever I had in mind and that she could not wait to hear what I had in store for her. She ended with I am so horny and wet thinking about what ever you had in store for me and hoping I get your big dick sometime soon. Wow, I was rock hard sitting at my desk, I would love to bone her and fill her with my cum again especially since she is so horny she would do anything I wanted, She was the first chick I ever butt fucked and she was wild when we dated. She was a first for a lot of things including a three way, and she took on five guys but I do not think she even remembers that she was out of it and one of my buds slipped her a ruffie and we all fucked her and filled her with cum. My regret was not double fucking her and DVP with her. My loss. I hit her back and told her that I had been really conflicted but that since my wife was open minded on some things that I could help her. I explained that my wife would let me do strip clubs and watch sex acts and we have even done a couple clubs where we watched people have sex and then we would go to have our own and we have shown off for others. I am sure you are wondering what that has to do with what you are asking. I am still in the position of not being able to fuck you personally to my regret but I would love to watch you take on a buddy or buddies and enjoy yourself and I can pleasure myself while you get what you want and we all help each other out. Hope you are up for something like that because I am sitting here hard as a rock thinking about you getting drilled and filled here at my desk. Let me know! Twenty minutes she emailed that she was disappointed she would not get my dick but she was is long as her husband would not find out and my buddies were hot like I was. When can we do it? She reminded me that she was no on birth control. She give me the dates she would not be available during her cycle and when her ovulation cycle was. She was still keeping tract. I still want a baby or two but this is not just about that. I emailed her back and said since she was in her ovulation cycle right now for two more days we should set up a time four days form now to make sure she was just past it. I plotted out a calendar with days she would be infertile, fertile and her period. She always had a light period of two days even when she was not on birth control. She confirmed that when she gave me her dates so she was free to play any of those days and even during her fertile period she emailed back we only had three days she blocked out over her period so she was mostly free. I thought WOW, she is totally serious and for more than once. I thought she would be down but doing the calendar confirms she wants some on going fun. I told her I would be in touch and I needed to secure the place, time and which two buds would be first. She emailed back and told me she was wet and could not concentrate she needed it so bad. Now I was left with the task of getting the guys on board without them talking to much and letting all of the guys know so it was a free for all. I pulled Justin aside a practice that night and asked him if he could stay over there is something I wanted to talk to him about. Later on after a shower he came in and asked what was up and I said he bud lets take a right I want to show you something. While I drove we talked about practice and what he was going to do in college and girls came up. How is it going with your GF I asked and he said okay but to tell you the truth she just does not put out. She says I am too big and it hurts it sucks, did you ever have that problem. I said all the time, I am pretty big myself and it is always tough until you find the right girl who can open up and take you. He leaned back and said fuck, I need it couch. Wish I could find a girl like that. Just about than we pulled up to my buddies house and we hopped out and I ushered him back to the guest house, he said what is going on here. Nothing but though maybe you would be down for a beer if you do not tell anyone and we can talk some more. I had already left my tablet there before practice and some porn. out. We sat down and grabbed a beer and tossed him my tablet. He drank and said what is this for, I told him that Julie was the first girl in college who could take me and she was a really hot fuck. That is when I knew I was not abnormal and that my junk just needed the right pussy to feel great. Open it, I had some old pictures of her and new ones I had her send and I told him the story how she hit me up and asked me to do her again and I couldn't because I was married and my wife would divorce me. He said I would fuck that, bet you would sport. Glad you said that if you really mean that I though maybe she could help you and you could help her. Think there is another guy on the team you think would be willing to help her out. Everyone of them coach, I am sure but pick one you would want to fuck her with and lets start there. Drew, is cool and he is also pretty big and his GF says his dick is too fat. Okay, lets bring drew by tomorrow and we can have some more beer.

What's your record been gangbanged? I have been with 3 o 4 many times, but one night there was an orgy planned, and the other bottoms fails to assist, so I had to serve 7 tops.

For those who have read my other stories here, you know that they have been real stories. This is my first attempt at a work of fiction. The only part about it which is true is the setup. THE SETUP: For some time now I have been chatting with a local guy on Grinder who is undetectable. For the most part, he has been reluctant to play, and when he is available, I am not. He recently changed his profile pic to one which was very dark, sitting by his bed in a black hoodie with his hand on his crotch. His profile said, "Its Sunday so come over and get on your knees for confession, amongst other things. Ill have you talking to God in no time." I immediately hit him up telling him that I liked the new pic and profile, and told him that I needed to confess something. He said that he couldn't today as family was visiting, even though his profile mentioned Sunday. We chatted a bit, and I asked him if he was looking for a Priest/Parishioner role play. He stated no, but he had dated a priest for a brief time, and it was pretty dark. He didn't care to discuss it any further, but my cock was rock hard, and oozing pre cum at just the thought of it. Although I knew it would make me late for work, I had to jack a load off. I already had my work shirt off, and was a good thing that I took it off, as I shot a load that hit my chin! To be continued.... If you like!

My name is Zach and I am 31 5'11 brown hair and blue eyed frat jock type of guy. I hit plenty of pussy when I was younger but now I am married to a model and I am in love with her. We do not have any kids but we may yet. I married her two years ago and I am totally happy. MY wife is European so she has different ideas around sexy. Don't get me wrong she will not allow me to sleep with anyone but I can watch so I have done tons of strip clubs and even watched some live porn at a sex club. Last month an old girlfriend from college hit me up, she said she was thinking about me and all the great sex we used to have and wondered where I was and if I wanted to get together. I thought fuck, she was always a hot fuck but I would not cheat on my wife so I emailed her back and told her I was happily married or would take her up on her offer and it downed up me right that I though she was married so I asked her if she was still married and what was going on. She proceeded to share that her and her husband had been married for five years and they had been trying to have a baby for the past three years. She went thru all the testing and she shared that everything checked out and he went and he is almost sterile but there is a chance that he could impregnate her but he has really stopped trying and they almost never have sex. She admitted that she had though about asking me to impregnate her and telling her hubby he did it but the email was really about sex and if she happened to get pregnant then so be it and she would tell him the baby was his of course after she had sex with him all staged. It was really a sad story and I really wanted to help her out but I would not risk it with my wife. I have it too goo, she said she understood and she was sorry she asked me. I told he I was flattered and I bet she was as hot a fuck as I remembered. We made small talk and found out we lived a few miles from each other and I coached a basketball and volley ball camp at the high school down the road from where she lived. It was turning into a small world. I told her we were bond to run into teach other sometime and it would be good to see her and all. She agreed and we left it there. I kept thinking about here and how much I wanted to help her and I have to admit it made me really horny thinking about her wanting by big dick insider her again. I jacked off a few times and while I was practice one day one of my guys was talking about his GF not putting out and it hit me. My wife lets me watch live porn and I bet a couple of these College Bound jocks would not mind hitting Julie a few times to help her out. Not to pick which guys I could trust and to get Julie on board. I new Justin was one of them. Great kid, 6'4 170 in the locker he is def a show off walking around with his dick out and it has to be 8 hanging there. Now who else might be a good match. I decided to make sure Julie was willing before getting the hormone driven jocks all excited. I shot off an email to Julie that I had an idea that would help her and I would not have to get a divorce. If you are still interested email me and I will fill you in, if you have changed your mind we never have to mention it again.

Surely widespread adoption of this would accelerate the development of antibiotic-resistant strains of these bacterial infections? We're already hearing about superbug variants of gonorrhea.

Lol none, the sound of men having sex is music to me.

Well another test time in the morning. Wish me luck for a poz result.

Went to my first breeding party late last week. Unusually for me quite nervous , mainly because im a 50's stocky bear (my redeeming feature is a bright smile and a thick big dick). The event was at a near airport hotel , I opened the door and was greeted with all types of bodies , I shouldn't have worried. The event had it's own Wattsapp group with 30-40 attendees , during the day the normal excuses started to trickle in , its too far to travel , my dogs eaten my homework etc - all lame and insulting to the bottom / host who had put in a huge amount of effort . The cute bottom was on the bed on all 4s ass up. I had a feel , he had just taken a load from a near by Grindr guy - a good start. A few other guys turned up , including a very hot 28 year old with smouldering good looks , we kissed for a while and then he went on his knees and sucked mw whilst playing with his cock. Buy this time varies guys we starting to fuck the bottom , but not cum. The hot guy who had sucked me mounted him and just went for it , only interested in his own pleaseure fucked him hard , pushing him on to the bed , , his breathing got fasted and he shuddered as he came in him. I more or less pulled him off the bottom and pushed up his warm sloppy ass in 1 movement. This wasn't a porn shoot , just a bunch of tops fucking a very willing bottom , I didn't take my time I just took my pleasure and came in the bottom. As i pulled out the hot guy sank to his knees to suck me clean , my cock was covered with spunk. Another top took his place , a short thin guy with a disproportunatly huge cock. Unfortunately I had a long dive back fo left with things still in full swing. As the organiser knows i'm not a flake he is going to put me on the list for future events. And just to round off things perfectly I messaged the hot guy and although he normally tops IM GOING TO MEET UP AND FUCK HIM.

Part 12: Secrets Revealed Jason was a bit bi and he and Becky had hooked up on several occasions. They met after Becky started volunteering with the homeless. She felt sorry for Jason but also turned on because he was young and cute. She checked him often for HIV and that's how he knew he was negative. Robert wasn't shocked but poor Jason thought he was in deep shit. Becky gave him a little peck on the cheek and assured him everything was ok. Once everyone got home and the kids were put down for the night Becky and Robert explained to Jason the situation. Also Robert asked Becky what she thought about him going by his first name William instead of Robert now. Becky asked why and Robert said William sounded like a younger name. He wanted to get more young men into his office and onto his cock as well. Although he didn't say that in front of Jason. Becky agreed and so on Monday he would now go by Dr. William Bell. Becky asked Jason how he enjoyed being William's bitch? He just grinned and said he loved it. Becky also asked Jason if he wanted to be the house bitch? If so then she told him to get naked and get on all fours and say yes Mommy and Daddy. Jason did just that. His new role was going to be fun. She then asked William to get undressed and sit on the couch. She told William to have fun. William asked Jason if he was ready to please Daddy? Jason said yes Daddy. Daddy told Jason to start sucking his cock to get him hard to fuck him. Jason did as he was told and started worshipping Daddy's cock. As he was worshipping Daddy's cock he felt something cold on his ass. He couldn't look back because Daddy held his head in place while Mommy shoved a strap on up his boipussy. This nearly sent Daddy and Jason over the edge. It took everything William had not to cum. Becky really knew how to fuck with a fake cock. She had Jason moaning like a bitch. After several minutes of fucking his boipussy she pulled out and Daddy got up and took her place. It wasn't long before Daddy exploded inside Jason's boipussy. This sent Jason over the edge and he cum without touching his cock. After Daddy pulled out Becky started fucking Jason again. She was really enjoying her new role as well and seeing gay sex in person was keeping her horny. As Daddy watched Mommy having fun he had Jason suck on his cock to get him hard again. It took a little bit for William to get hard again but Becky didn't mind because she was enjoying pounding Jason's boipussy. After a while Daddy was hard again and he saw how much Becky was enjoying herself so he just let Jason work on his cock until he cum down Jason's throat. Once William went soft he gave Jason a kiss and went up to his room to get a shower. Jason was at mommy's mercy. She wasn't letting up and honestly Jason didn't care. He was enjoying the fucking Mommy was giving him. Becky was in her own little world because the strap on she bought was double ended. She was getting fucked herself so until she was wore out she was going to continue pounding poor Jason. William fell asleep around 9 and when he woke up around 12 he went back into the living room and Jason's boipussy was now bleeding because Mommy was still fucking him mercilessly. William had to stop her because she was off in another world. She come to and looked down and apologized to Jason. She thought he was hurting but he was enjoying the roughness. Jason told Mommy he was imagining her pozzing his boipussy. This gave Becky an idea although she knew it would be risky. She asked Jason if he really wanted to be pozzed? He said yes and he wanted Daddy to be the one. She then asked William if he'd come off his meds to get his viral counts high. He said sure. But once Jason was pozzed they all agreed that both of them would be put on meds. So the journey begins to convert the house bitch to be like Daddy but something crazy pops into Mommys head which shocks the guys and even herself.

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.

The All-Natural Massage I answered his ad offering 1-hour massages. The address provided was for a small house in a quiet neighborhood on the west side. I guess he worked out of his home. When I rang the bell there was a pause and then the door opened. “Hi! I’m Ken. You must be Cliff! Come on in!” The well-proportioned man, standing in front of me on bare feet, was quite good-looking! He had a deep tan, curly blond hair and a ready smile. He was wearing only a gauzy tank top and a pair of white terrycloth shorts. As my gaze surreptitiously travelled down his body, I could tell that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His cock and balls kept shifting beneath the soft fabric, their outline clearly visible. He led me down a short hallway and through a doorway at the end. “I use this room for my massage studio,” he said. The room was simply furnished with a couple of chairs, a floor lamp and, on a table in the corner, soothing music emanated from a CD player. The pleasing smell of sweet incense hung in the air. In the center of the room stood a large sturdy massage table covered with a clean white sheet. Ken asked me to get undressed and said I could put my clothes on one of the chairs. “You can keep your briefs on, if you like.” I felt a little shy, but did as he instructed. “Hop up onto the table,” he said! “Just lie on your stomach and relax! You told me on the phone that you’ve never had a massage before. You’re gonna be in for a real treat!” As I got comfortable, he told me that he’d been a licensed masseur for over 10 years. His style, he explained, could be summed up in one word: “natural.” “Yep! Natural oils, natural scents, natural touch. Nothing could be finer!” To my surprise, he then removed his shorts and shirt. He stood naked before me. His cock, framed by a large bush of dense, curly black hair, bobbed mere inches from my face. It seemed to be swelling slightly, as if happy to be set free. I guessed that, when fully erect, it would probably be pretty big. What seemed to be a clear drop of pre-cum glistened on the very tip. Sagging heavily behind his penis, two large egg-shaped balls swayed back and forth, suspended in a soft hairy sac. “I like to be nude when I’m working…naked as the day I was born. It feels more natural, more right. Nothing like the feel of bare skin! I hope you don’t mind!” I didn’t know what to say…so I didn’t say anything! He started the session, massaging my feet and legs, working his way up along my body. His touch felt wonderful. His experienced hands kneaded and stroked my cares away. “That’s it,” he said. “Just let yourself go! Let your aches and cares and inhibitions slip away.” I gave myself over to the pleasure of his touch. He had me turn over onto my back and resumed his efforts on my body, once again working his way up from my feet. Magic fingers! Did that sound too corny? He then disclosed, “By the way… I’m HIV-positive. I hope that’s not a problem for you.” “I guess that’s OK,” I stammered. “You know, of course,” he added, “that my virus can only be transmitted by an exchange of bodily fluids such as blood or semen, not by the touch of bare flesh on flesh. Besides, even if I was to fuck someone right here on the table, there’s no guarantee they’d catch my bug in just one try.” “Do you take that daily PrEP?” I enquired. “Doesn’t that keep your viral load in check?” He laughed! “I wouldn’t use that stuff if you PAID ME! I hardly ever get tested, but my count is usually pretty high! For better or worse, I’d rather keep healthy the natural way. I follow a strict dietary & exercise regimen every day.” “Yeah!” he continued. “Natural’s the only way to go. Hell, I even have sex naturally. You won’t find any condoms around here!” This sure sounded risky to me, but I didn’t think it was my place to say anything. He interrupted my thoughts. “Here! Lift up your hips for a minute!” Without much hesitation, I did as I was told. Ken grasped my briefs by the waistband and with one sharp tug, they were down to my knees. “I bet that’s a bit more comfortable!” One of his hands cupped my nuts. “Mmmm! Nice balls you got there,” he said as he gently rolled them around in the palm of his hand. He grinned and asked, “What kind of seed you got in here anyway? Negative?” I BLUSHED! “I KNEW it! So…These balls are full of neg seed? That’s kinda hot! You know…my poz hands…all over your neg body.” His talk was getting me both flustered and, at the same time, turned on. My dick inched across my belly as it began to grow. Ken smiled! “Maybe we should get you out of these briefs. I’m thinking, they’ll just get in the way.” He pulled them off, tossing them on the chair with the rest of my clothes. I wanted to question his actions, but Ken just shook his head. “Don’t worry,” he said! “I do this all the time.” He went back to fondling my testicles, gently rolling and tugging on them. By now, my cock was fully erect. I was embarrassed that my excitement was so obvious. One of Ken’s fingers found my sphincter. At first it made little circles, but soon the tip started nudging and poking, seeking admission. “You’re awfully tight down here, Cliff. I’m going see if can get you to loosen up a little!” I guess I started to get nervous. Everything seemed to be happening so fast. I tried to sit up, but he placed his hands on my shoulders and eased me back down again. “Don’t worry, Baby! I know just the thing to totally relax you.” He leaned forward and engulfed my straining cock in his mouth. His wet lips fastened on the shaft and his tongue started swirling around the sensitive head. “How’s that feel, now? Better? I thought so. You know…your body is VERY responsive. Your penis is so fucking stiff.” With that, he resumed his oral attentions. Suddenly, I became aware that his probing finger had found its way up inside me. He pulled away and looked at me. “You know…my finger…my POZ finger…has penetrated your butt. Technically, my virus is now…INSIDE YOU! What do you think…does that turn you ON?” To my utter shame, my body stiffened, my hips bucked and, without even being touched, my dick began to gush sperm. Ken leered and said, “Yeah! That’s what I thought! Deep down, your body knows what it wants!” He bent forward and took my spurting penis back into his mouth. “Mmmm!” After he had drained me and lapped up the spilled seed, he gazed at me and said, “You know…lots of my clients have gotten turned on by thoughts like that…just like you did. Hell…I’ve had clients get SO HOT they actually BEGGED me to fuck them…fuck them right here on the table…despite knowing I would probably knock them up. I mean, I hardly ever go ahead and actually do it, but once in a while…you know…a guy like me has needs too! I wanna get laid…just like the next guy!” I wanted to protest but his lips sealed over mine, his tongue snaking into my mouth, dueling with mine…distracting me…confusing me. Ken returned to my cock, kissing and licking at it. Amazingly, I got hard again almost instantly! “Ready for more, I see,” he said, smirking. “Mmmm! Just the way I like it.” His head descended on my rigid shaft. For the next 20 minutes or so, he kept me right on the edge, several times backing off when he felt my body tighten in anticipation of cumming again. I felt lost in a haze of sexual stimulation! At some point, something shifted in the mood. Somehow, I could tell that the focus was shifting away from my needs over to Ken’s. I looked at him as his mouth came off my cock, ropes of his saliva dripping down onto me. His face took on an odd expression. “I think you’re ready, Baby! It’s time to have some fun!” He went to the foot of the table and, grasping my ankles, he started to raise my legs. “I’m gonna get up on the table with you! That’ll make things a lot easier.” As he climbed up, his shoulders naturally began pushing my legs back, forcing my knees down against my chest. He kept looking into my eyes, telling me it was going to be OK. “This is what you want, Baby…and I’m going to give it to you!” I wanted to resist but he kept kissing away my protests. I could feel his cock bobbing against my hole, his dickhead leaving a slippery trail of goo. I knew that he was trying push into me, but, stiff as he was, his cock kept slipping, owing to the copious amounts of pre-cum that was leaking all over. Here I was, on the verge of letting a total stranger fuck me, knowing that he would end up filling me with his toxic ejaculate. Panicking, I started to struggle. “Hey!” he barked! “You want me to have to get a little rough? Is that it? You want it rough?” “No!” I whimpered! And with that, my resistance vanished. I was ready to submit. “Please!” I implored. Again and again I said the word, not sure exactly what I was begging for. “PLEASE!” My body surrendered as well as my spirit. My hole, which had been clamped tight as a last defense, now opened, giving him full permission to enter me. I could feel his girth as he slid in, stopping only when he could penetrate no further. He sighed in satisfaction. “I can’t last as long as I used to, but I can still get the job done. You might not convert, but if you do, you’re gonna love having a part of me growing inside you.” “Please!” There was that word again! Ken started up a nice and easy pistoning motion. “Fuck, yeah! Skin on skin! All-natural…just the way it’s supposed to be…just the way I like it! Fuck! You being NEGATIVE…me being POSITIVE…that makes it SO HOT, don’t you think?” He lowered his mouth and pressed his lips tightly to mine, cutting off any possibility of my answering that question. He settled into the slow steady rocking motion with his hips. He breathed into my ear, “I’m in no hurry, Baby!” Occasionally, he’d rotate or grind his hips so I was always aware of his large cock as it moved within me. The constant repetition mesmerized me to the point where my thoughts and worries ebbed away. As the repetitive power of the fuck took hold of my senses, I lost track of time. Ken’s voice drifted in from somewhere. “Is this what you want, Baby? I need you to tell me!” I moaned in response. He said, “Say ‘Yes!’ I want to hear you say ‘yes!’” I moaned again! Louder this time! “SAY IT!” I opened my eyes and looked up at him, felt him deep inside me. “Yes!” I said. “Please…YES!”

I've never asked any of my poz friends how they became poz. I mean.. I wouldn't ask my female friends how they got pregnant, but at times out of curiousity, we might have the urge to know, so I would like to ask with the following option, which is a diplomatic scenario to pop the question 1- never asked that question! 2- ask only if u guys are best pals or very close 3- ask if you known that person for some time or have frequent sexual contact 4- ask at the first meet, 5- who cares? Just ask anyway thanks for any input

BAD SANTA: For most people, Christmas is a time to relax, hang out with family and friends, eat, and just chill. Not me. For me, its’ crazy as fuck, busy as hell, and the most stressful time of the year, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. You see, Christmas time is when I use all my saved up vacation from work to volunteer for my favorite charity and deliver toys and gift bags to needy kids, families, hospital patients, and elderly people throughout the city. Thanksgiving is really when it all starts now. Because of the big shopping days, me and the other volunteers start prepping in early October and by Thanksgiving weekend we have Santa’s Workshops set up in every major mall in the area. At the workshops, parents can have their kids sit on Santa’s lap and do the usual thing, but it’s also a chance for us to share with them the work our charity does, how they can donate gifts or cash for those not as fortunate. Those donations are what let us do the gift bags and in the end it all comes back to Santa and his workshop. Well this year, Santa’s been an asshole. A couple assholes. Usually we don’t have a problem finding good Santas as a lot of folks appreciate the extra pay and cash for pretty easy work. But between some folks moving to a warmer climate, others being too old, and this year a couple Santas who decided being alchoholics would go unnoticed, it’s been hell. So here I am on a Saturday morning frantically interviewing potential Santas for that afternoon’s workshop at two of the malls. If I can’t find somebody, there are going to be a lot of disappointed people. I had just spent the past two hours in a basement interviewing the worst set of Santa-wannabees I had ever seen. Fuck! Maybe – just maybe – there were two that could manage. I had to decide quickly as I would have to call them within a couple of hours to get them to their Workshops on time. I was just packing up my papers when the door opened and in walked a man who made my knees buckle. Tall, dark, about 220 pounds, and a smile that could have been on an angel. He boldly walked over to me and shook my hand, “Hey, DeShawn. Is this where the Santa interviews are happening?” I could only stare. His eyes were a mocha brown with bright flecks of gold and when he shook my hand it felt like little electrical arcs danced up and down my arm making the hairs stand on end. “Oh..Umm..yeah… I’m sorry. You just missed it. The interviews are over.” The guy kicked at one of the folding chairs, “FUCK! Fucking Metro. Look man, sorry…sorry…it’s just you know? Metro? They always fucked up. The train got stuck at L’Enfant Plaza, I had to call my cuz to come pick me up. I really need this man…look to be totally real with you…I just got out recently… of the pen…and not for not super bad shit or whatever…just stupid shit…and…anyways…I…I just need a chance.” Damn. It was the holidays and I did believe in giving folks a chance if I could. “OK,” I said, “But no promises. Here. Fill out this form. I have one opening downtown at City Center and the shifts are 3:00-9:00, Thursday through Sunday and there’s usually other shifts or events on the other days that can get picked up if you want.” DeShawn beamed, and clenched his fist in joy, “Fuck yeah! Thanks my man. Thanks. We doing this in here? Let me just go tell my cuz Andre. Can he sit in here? Chill out while we do whatever?” I nodded, DeShawn hustled outside and a minute later walked back in with another guy who clearly was family as they so closely resembled each other. Andre pushed one of the folding chairs a little to the side, pulled up his jeans then sat down, then reached inside his sweatshirt and pulled out what looked like a joint, put it to his lips, and lit it up. I turned to DeShawn, “Hey, he can’t be smoking weed in here man.” Andre exhaled a thick cloud that smelled heavenly – and I thought hell, this must be what frankincense and myrrh smells like. DeShawn patted me on the shoulder, “No, no, no, he’s not. It’s a little K2, you know spice. It ain’t weed. It’s all good – yo Andre, spark me up.” Andre pulled another smoke out of his pocket, stuck it in his mouth beside the first one, hit it with the lighter, and held out his hand with the now lit spice roll for DeShawn. I watched as DeShawn inhaled deep, closed his eyes, his shoulders relaxed, a small grin spread across his face, he opened his eyes and weaved his head from side to side, “Fuck yeah. Much better. Want to hit it?” Andre’s expression was blank as I glanced at him, then looked back at DeShawn and his offered smoke. “I’ve never done that before. I better not,” I said. DeShawn hit it again and I closed my eyes, enjoying the smell and the slight tingle I felt. He was looking at me when I opened my eyes, his dimples marking the smirk on his face as he held the smoke, then exhaled and said, “Come on. It’s good shit. It’s the fucking holidays man, here, just hold it firm between your lips, inhale deep and hold it. Just once to start, then we’ll see how you do.” I shrugged, took the smoke, and felt really self-conscious having him watch me. So, I closed my eyes, held it to my lips, the heat of the smoke just at the edges of my fingertips and I inhaled deep. FUCKING WOW THAT SMOKE BURNED! But as I let it out, it was like all my fucking tension went POOF and then this nice, warm, even elation flowed over me. Fuck that was good. I wanted more! DeShawn laughed, “Ease up man. It’s your first time. Cuz and I, well we smoke all day so this ain’t nothing. Fuck. This just a taste of a taste for me. If I was really partying...well fuck now you don’t need to hear all that. I still got to interview right?” Oh damn, the interview. Santa’s Workshop. “Yes, yes, yes,” I stammered far quicker than normal. “So tell me why you want to do this?” I did my best to pay attention as DeShawn answered that and several other questions as he completed the application form. Honestly, I didn’t hear squat. The smoke had created this itch, this want, this need in the pit of my stomach – the need to get fucked – and with two hot black men sitting within feet of me it was impossible to focus. I dutifully made some random notes on my clipboard then said, “Yeah – ah – well – I – how about you try on the Santa suit? We might not even have one that fits you.” DeShawn was like a wide-eyed kid as he stepped towards the far wall and the rack of Santa suits. He kicked off his high-top, red sneakers, pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it on the floor, then slid his jeans and underwear right down and stepped out of them and kicked them to side and began flipping through the suits that were hanging up without a care in the world – stark fucking naked! DeShawn paused, pursed his lips a bit as he blew his smoke towards me then said, “Here, have another hit. Do it a couple times this time. I think you’ll be good.” My hand shook as I took the smoke and then glanced at Andre. He was leaning to the side with his left arm resting on his left thigh, his smoke held tight between the thumb and forefinger. When I looked at him his brows furrowed a bit, his eyes focused on me, his left upper lip raised slightly as if to say, “I see you – you fucking cock hound.” I turned my back to Andre and looked at DeShawn who had pulled a suit off the rack. I openly stared at his taught body, his ripped abs, the V of muscle that formed and led the eye to his greatest gift of all – that BIG BLACK COCK – his BBC. Why is it BBC when everyone calls it a dick I wondered? Then I wondered why I thought that. Then I wondered who called it a dick first? Then I almost dropped the smoke as the heat got too close to my fingertips. DeShawn was laughing as he looked at me. He had on Santa’s coat and hat but was naked from the waist down. His dick was long, thick, with very little hair at it’s base and a ridge of foreskin cradling the head. God damn he was sort of hard! “What do you think?” DeShawn asked as he held the coat open and gave me a knowing smile. I was without words as he stepped up to me, took the smoke, hit it once, twice, a third time, then as he exhaled he walked over to Andre and dropped the remainder of it on the floor, which Andre stamped out with his boot. My mouth was dry, I couldn’t focus, well I could but all I could see was a BBC. “Did you know Jesus was black?” DeShawn asked me. What the fuck? I looked at him, confused, and bewildered. He repeated his earlier question, “What do you think?” Did he just shift his hips to make his dick flop around? Is that precum drooling out his piss slit? “I…yeah…yeah you got the job. I just uh…need to call the other Santa and let him know where to go.” I half stumbled to other side of the room as DeShawn and Andre huddled up. Somehow I managed to call one of the other interviewees, told him where to go, and when I hung up and turned back around DeShawn was standing by Andre with another smoke in his hand held out towards me. “Come on. Join us. I want to fucking celebrate. I got time right? Shift does not start for what…4 or 5 hours? We good then. So yo, anyone else coming through this joint? Like co-workers, other Santas or shit?” DeShawn asked. I shook my head no and watched as he sauntered over to the basement door, slid the lock in place, sauntered back, smiled, and said, “Now we can party. You driving? Have to work tomorrow too?” I patted the set of keys in my pocket and shook my head no. He just nodded back, held the smoke to his lips he had held out for me and relit it, then handed it to me and hit the one in his other hand. I joined Andre and DeShawn in sucking on that spice and fuck it felt good. Andre was still sitting in his chair, all chill and relaxed. DeShawn was sort of bouncing off the walls and me, well I was in a bit of a daze just standing there. I realized DeShawn was talking to me and when I looked he was moving his hips back and forth, his long dick smacking first one thigh then the other. I licked my lips. “Yeah fucker you like that shit huh?” DeShawn asked. “You know I can’t focus on doing the job up right when I’m all backed up you hear me? What you think I should do about that?” I looked from DeShawn to Andre and back. No way was this happening. DeShawn stepped right up to me, his breath hot and fierce on my neck as he leaned forward a little and whispered, “SANTA’S GOT TO BUST HIS NUTT. CAN YOU HELP ME OUT? GO ON TOUCH IT. SEE WHAT SANTA HAS BROUGHT TO TOWN.” DeShawn inhaled sharply as I reached out and slid my right hand up and down his hard dick. “That’s it little boy,” DeShawn whispered into my ear, “STROKE THAT MOTHA FUCKA, FEEL THAT DICK SLIME OUT, FUCK I GOT SOME EGGNOG FOR YOU. WHAT YOU SAY? YOU WANT MY EGGNOG? YOU WANT SANTA TO CLIMB DOWN YOUR CHIMNEY? FUCKING LITTLE ELF.” I could only moan as DeShawn now started to nibble on my neck then kiss it before sliding his tongue up and into my ear. I was moaning, my eyes closed, when Andre – who had not said a word the entire time – said, “Finish that blunt then suck my motha fucking dick.” I opened my eyes and saw Andre was standing up now, his fly was open and dick that was a twin of DeShawn’s was hanging free, just waiting for my mouth and to top it off he had found one of the red and green elf hats we use at the Workshop and had plopped it on his head slightly crooked. I inhaled quick and sharp on the smoke I had, dropped it on the floor, put it out with my shoe and watched as DeShawn circled me like a lion on the savannah sizing up the morning’s prey. A BIG BLACK HAND REACHED OUT, DESHAWN GOT RIGHT IN MY FACE AND SAID, “BEND OVA AND SUCK HIS CANDY CANE. I KNOW YOU WANT TO. I KNOW YOU’RE A DICK SUCKA, SO OPEN THAT GOD-DAMN-WHITE-MOUTH AND MILK THAT SHIT.” The sudden, hard edge in his voice was a total turn on and I could only comply with his demands. I bent forward and like a calf to the teat started sucking on Andre’s monster, elf dick. DeShawn knelt behind me and I started to knead my ass with his large hands. I moaned in pleasure, my mind flying, my body alight, my mouth so full. I then realized he was licking my ass, his tongue was pushing onto my hole and I moaned, wanted more, needing to feel it deeper. “WHO SAYS FRUIT CAKE AIN’T TASTY? RIGHT CUZ?” DESHAWN ASKED AND ANDRE LAUGHED IN REPLY. “YOU READY TO GET THAT STOCKING STUFFED? FEEL THAT CHRISTMAS YULE LOG RIDE ON UP IN YOU? FUCKING-A MY BALLS ARE READY TO BLOW THIS NUTT, THAT’S RIGHT, BEND THE FUCK OVA AND SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT SANTA TO FUCK THAT HOLE.” No, no, no this was not right. I couldn’t. I had obligations. Duties. I had to focus. Oh hell – no matter what I tried my mind was gone, the spice was in charge – no, Santa was in charge and right that second he was pushing his dick into my ass. “Wait wait please,” I said suddenly feeling 100% sober, “You need to put a condom on. OK?” DeShawn slapped my ass hard, “Yeah OK,” he said as he turned me, I heard him sit down hard in one of the folding chairs, his hands gripped my waist hard and as he pulled me back towards him, Andre pushed forward, his dick aiming for my mouth. The fuzzy white trim on the arm of the Santa suit tickled my sides as DeShawn wrapped his left arm around my stomach and pulled me backwards. He then jammed a finger into my spit slicked hole and immediately found my prostate, which sent quivers of joy through my body. “Yeah that fucking honey pot’s ripe, ease on down, there you go…trust…this will feel even better,” DeShawn said. My knees bent slightly and I could feel the bulbous head of his dick pushing against my ass. “Please…no…” I begged again, “The condom….” I could feel the deep rumble of laughter from his chest as DeShawn dismissed my please, “I got you. Hey cuz, let him hit your blunt right quick. OK now, toke on that shit hard and deep into your lungs like 3 or 4 times and each time hold it as long as you can.” I took the smoke from Andre, hit it like DeShawn said, on the 4th time as soon as I sucked it in, Andre took the blunt back, smiled, and took his own hit. The hot rush was coming on like a semi on an ice-slicked road and there was no stopping it and he could tell. My body relaxed, I exhaled two lungs full of smoke and then RAM! I bent my head back, my throat strained to yell, no sound came out just a whimper as DeShawn had used my relaxed state to force his dick inside my ass. DeShawn’s voice was distant through the pain and the spice high, “TAKE THAT FUCKING CANDY CANE. YOU BEEN A BAD BOY? I THINK YOU HAVE, TIME FOR SOME COAL UP THAT STOCKING. DAMN CUZ, JUST WAIT TILL YOU GET UP IN THIS ASS. SHIT’S TIGHT, BUT NOT FOR LONG – RIGHT?” My ass started to bounce up and down on his rough, black dick as DeShawn took me for a ride. When I opened my eyes Andre was standing right in front of me jacking his steel, hard dick and I knew right then he was going to fuck me too. As if on queue, DeShawn stood up with me still impaled on raw dick, reached out and slapped Andre’s outstretched hand, and tagged out. DeShawn yelled, roughly yanked his dick out of my ass, stepped to the side and Andre grabbed me, dug his hands into my hips, turned me to face the chair, bent me forward and slammed his dry dick in. I cried out, they both laughed, Andre pulled back and slammed me again, this time going to the hilt as my ass opened up and let him in. Two big hands were now holding the back of the chair steady and DeShawn bent forward and smiled at my wild eyed, ragged breath self, “TELL SANTA WHAT YOU WANT.” I gasped, shook my head, “FUCK ME, OH PLEASE GOD DAMN FUCK ME.” DeShawn stood up, laughed, “I CAN’T HEAR YOU,” HE SAID. “SANTA THINKS YOU SAID YOU WANTED SOME RAW DICK. IS THAT RIGHT? SANTA THINKS YOU WERE BEGGING FOR THAT SPICED UP EGGNOG DEEP IN THAT HOLE. IS THAT RIGHT? I SAID IS THAT RIGHT, CAUSE IF NOT, WELL….” and with that final word Andre pulled his dick out leaving my ass twitching and in dire need. “THAT’S RIGHT, THAT’S RIGHT, PLEASE STICK IT BACK IN. DON’T…DON’T…”I begged. DeShawn bent forward, “Don’t what?” My eyes focused, I pushed my ass back, “DON’T STOP FUCKING ME UNTIL YOU CUM. I WANT IT ALL. I WANT ALL YOUR CUM, PLEASE, PLEASE CUM IN ME.” DeShawn laughed, patted my head, and I looked back at him and said, “YOUR’E A FUCKING BAD, BAD, SANTA.” The cousins busted out at that and as Andre slammed his dick back into my bruised hole, DeShawn started stroking his drooling meat at eye level and said, “You got not fucking idea.” A couple hours later we laid entangled in a pile of Santa suits, elf costumes, backdrops, and anything else that had been in fuck-stumbling distance that was soft. Holy hell it was going to cost me a fortune to get all that shit dry-cleaned. Andre had me on my side, my left leg raised, as he frothed up the last load he had deposited into my now gaping ass. DeShawn was lying on his back, his dick spent, his balls drained, and Santa was a happy man. I figured he was checking his messages as he was swiping back and forth on his cell phone, chuckling now and then. He then held it out for me to see and there was a picture – nice close up shot – of me with a dick in my mouth. Fuck! DeShawn started swiping again and said, “Happy Holidays. Aiight, time to get it on. Cuz, I’m going to snag your ride, head home quick and shower up for my job.” DeShawn stood up, stretched, and walked over to what appeared to be the only untainted Santa suit. He nodded, “No worries. I got this. Cuz’ll keep you busy I think.” Andre slid out of my ass and I gently reached out and felt my nutt-filled hole. The constant pounding I had taken from both men had all been raw and they had bred me repeatedly, while keeping me spiced up. The cousins were huddled up now, Andre said something that made DeShawn loudly go, “OOOO,” then put his clenched fist in front of his mouth, double over in laughter and joy, and nod his head vigorously in agreement. I stood up, found my clothes on the edge of the pile and started to put them one when DeShawn hollered, “YO GET THAT SLUT ASS OVER HERE.” I walked over and stood by the cousins. Andre had pulled a cigarette out of a pack of Newport 100s and was smoking away and DeShawn looked all set to go and assured me he was good, then said, “YOU EVER SMOKED A DIPPER BEFORE? NO? YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS? NO? WELL LET’S JUST CALL IT A CIGARETTE WITH SOME SPECIAL SPICE ON IT. THAT’S ALL. GIVE ANDRE YOUR KEYS. HE’S GOING TO TAKE YOU ON A SHORT RIDE TO OUR TRAP HOUSE AND GET YOU WETTED OUT. NO WORRIES, HE’LL WATCH OUT FOR YOU AND WHEN I GET OFF MY SHIFT I’LL SWING THROUGH AND SHOW YOU HOW FUCKING BAD SANTA CAN REALLY BE.”

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.

PART 1 i was 21 when i got pozzed. i happened during a vacation in the USA. i was visiting NYC with a friend of mine. one evening i decided to go to a bathhouse i ended up in a cruising club. there were only a handful guys my age. most guys were around 35 - 40. after 30 minutes walking around in my towel i got eye contact with a hot ripped black dude. he started following me so i decided to drop my towel so he could see my ass. he grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall. he asked my where i came from because i didn't look American. i told him that i came from amsterdam. we talked some more. he asked me if i wanted to go to his cabin; i said yes. In his cabin he also dropped his towel and i was amazed by his enormous dick dangling. i asked how big it was and he told me it was 11.5 inch when it was hard. he asked me if i could take something that big in my ass. i said i never had a cock that big but that i already played several years with some big and long dildo's. i started to lick and suck his cock that started to grow and began to ooze precum. He turned me around and made my hole wet. Then he put his finger in a bag, when it came out it was covered in some white powder. he said that it would relax me more. he stuck his finger up my ass and start moving around. My ass started to burn. but he told me that the burning feeling will go a way. i was laying flat on my stomach legs spread while he lube up my ass and started to shove more fingers in my ass. a stranger feeling started to come over me. i was getting hot and became super horny. i started to push my ass up so i could feel his fingers deeper. he stopped and started to mount me. i felt the head of his huge cock pressing against my sphincter. he then said to me: "listen, i'm not wearing a condom because my cock is to big. and even if they would fit i don't use them. hate the feeling. you can leave now if you don't like it...". until that moment i only fucked bare with close friends. but i was so horny that i replied with "fuck me". he grabbed my shoulders and thrust his hips forward. my ass gave way for his huge cock. my ass was used to big dildo's but didn't prepare me for his black rod. i wanted to scream but he placed his hand over my mouth. he shove his dick deeper in side me. only the last 2 inch didn't go in. so he grab some poppers and held it under my nose. "inhale deep" he said. "more". after i inhaled deep he told me to hold my breath, but after 10 seconds i wanted to exhale via my nose, but before i knew he held my nose shut with the other hand. i started to struggle but i was pinned down. he was suffocating me. i saw stars and started to blackout. He took away his hand. at the same time i gasped for air he pushed his hips forward. my second sphincter gave way and he sank his whole length in my ass. the feeling was so intense that i could only moan softly. my body was shivering. after a few minutes i felt his cock slowly retracting. he grab his bag again, so i turned my head and saw that he was putting a good amount on the tip of his cock. then i felt how he shoved his cock deep in me. "in a few minutes you will meet Tina again and this time she will make you go wild". i had no idea what he meant and i didn't care. he had me in his power. then i felt a rush going trough me. i became warm. he saw me grabbing my hair and knew that the Tina did his job. he grab my wrists and put them above my head. his hips start to move. slowly he took out his cock a bit and plunged it back in my ass. with each stroke he pulled out more of his BBC. His strokes became longer and faster. then he said "your ass is great i can't hold back my first load much longer. do you want me to cum?". i replied with a loud moan. "you want me to keep fucking?" he asked. again i replied with a loud moan. "if you want me to cumfuck you... then tell me that you wanted it." he said. "do you want my cum?" he asked. I moaned back "yes". "Inside you?".... "Yessss. come inside me!". "No matter what?"... "Noooo... i want all!". "are you sure?! i will knock you up... merge my DNA with yours"... "My ass is yours... make it yours". Then he started to grunt. "I'm cumming" he shouted. he plunged his dick deep in my ass. i felt the cum shooting out. he waited a few seconds and started fucking me again. "I'm still coming... do you feel my toxic cum breeding you?". i heard him say 'toxic' but i was to high to process what he said. "Breed your bitch!" i moaned. MORE TO CUM!

I'm a top. I've encountered bottoms who let me fuck them raw but insist I pull out b4 I cum. It's really frustrating.

I hadn’t been the best brother in the world to my sister, Jane, since our parents had died three years earlier. My life was hectic and I travelled plenty which meant it was rare for us to actually be near each other long enough to meet up. I did talk to her by phone often especially after her divorce as she had struggled for a number of years with Ethan, her teenage son. When we eventually arranged to meet, it was over the coming weekend as I’d not seen her or Ethan since our parent’s funeral. I knew Ethan had just turned 18 but when I finally laid eyes on him I was really shocked. Not in a bad way, in a very, very good way. First I should say I’m 42, gay and had definitely been the black sheep of the family. I am also HIV+. My sister was four years younger than me and had married young and to her school sweet heart Jamie, who, after several years, turned out to be a right fucking cunt. They’d had one child, Ethan who it seemed had, in recent years, had been bullied by his Dad for some unstated reason, and his mother had had to keep the peace. I encouraged her to boot the bastard out, which she eventually found the courage to do. My life revolved around work but I was also constantly and insatiably hungry for cock. I didn’t mind where and who (so long as legal) and the more at once the better. I don’t know who had knocked me up but I’d been living with HIV for 10 years now. I had kept myself in shape since my teens and still had a reasonable six pack and good definition. I also kept my body smooth and luckily had yet to find a grey hair so I did look younger than my age. When I spoke with my sister, I invited her to stay with me in my London flat for a few days so we could catch up properly. When she arrived, I had a very pleasant surprise as she was accompanied by Ethan. The original plan was that he would stay with friends, but apparently his plans had changed, and truth be told, my eyes must have been out on stalks because Ethan had grown into a very good looking teenager. He had short blonde hair, a bit of a nice tan too. Blue eyes and perfect white teeth. His smile lit up his face which frankly, was absolutely beautiful. My ex-brother in-law was a cunt but he’d sired a very hot young stud. I embraced my sister and shook Ethan’s hand and welcomed them in. Considering I’d not seen them for so long it was like we’d not been apart. My sister was keen to chat but I had to admit I found it hard to stop staring at my nephew who besides being very eye catching had removed his jumper to reveal well defined arms which clearly belonged to a toned body. I knew it was wrong but my cock was semi hard and my mind playing out all sorts of scenarios. I don’t think I was imagining it either but I was getting a few glances from Ethan too. We sat in my large lounge with its views over the Thames, drinking wine. Jane had commented how her ex had maltreated her, when Ethan chimed-in with the blunt statement “He was also such a cunt to me." “But why?” I asked looking at both of them. I never liked Jamie at all to be honest but I never saw him as particularly evil and certainly not to his own son. Jane shifted a little not saying anything but Ethan looked me in the eye, answering “He found me making out with my boyfriend." I was a little taken aback, to be honest I had no idea Ethan was gay but I looked at my sister who just nodded back. I guess the family gay gene was alive and well. “So he’s a homophobe?” I asked “Too right he is, the wanker” Ethan replied with clear hatred for his father laced in every word. “Oh Ethan, he just didn’t know how to deal with it” Jane began but Ethan got angry and glaring at his mother, “And beating me with his fists was his way of dealing with it?” he retorted. “What?” I interjected angrily. “He didn’t mean to," Jane replied, glaring frantically at us. Ethan, however, interrupted with an emphatic “Mom, he did it to both of us. Stop making excuses for him.” Ethan was very agitated by now. I looked at them both as tears poured down my sisters cheeks and her son sat red faced and fuming. “Okay, guys, time out,” I said in my best management style. “I didn’t know all of this Jane. You should have said something,” I started. Jane, however, correctly reminded me “Why? You were never around for us after Mum and Dad died. You were off on business while I had to face it all on my own,” she managed between sobs. I couldn’t argue with her. She had a point but it had brought the afternoon down to a shitty low point. “Okay, well, look, let’s start anew. I’m here now,” I said smiling at both of them. We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening catching up, with the tone lifting considerably. I cooked them both a nice meal and by the time we were ready for bed their moods had been totally uplifted although, I couldn’t help notice the many times Ethan had touched my hand, arm, back and yep, even my ass. My flat only had two bedrooms so I let Jane stay in the guest room and I handed Ethan a blanket and pillow, pointing to the couch. “Trust me it’s comfy, I’ve slept on it loads” I said. He thanked me and took them and I left him to retire to my own room. It had been a long day but I still couldn’t get my sexy nephew out of my thoughts. I stripped, climbed into bed and turned on the TV,choosing to stream some hot twink/daddy porn in which a hot lad was taken roughly by a hard daddy type. I watched for perhaps half an hour, slowly wanking my rock hard dick when I heard a faint knock at the door. Turning off the TV, I rose out of bed, pulled-on my robe, and opened the door, honestly expecting to see my sister but there stood my nephew wearing nothing but his briefs. He was stunning. Teenage six pack and perfectly defined body which was completely hairless. “Uncle, can I talk to you?” he asked at the door looking at me pleadingly. I looked at him for a moment before realising what he’d said….”Well, errr yes, sure come in,” I replied. He came into my room and shut the door behind him. He walked over to the bed and sat down. I stood with my robe open and I could see he was checking out my defined muscle chest. “What do you want to talk about Ethan?” I asked also finding it hard to not look at his perfectly defined upper body and perfectly clear skin. “I err,” he began looking down at the floor, “I know you’re gay too” he started. “I haven’t been able to talk to anyone about being gay. Mum wouldn’t talk to me and Dad would just shout at me,” he continued. I watched him with a mixture of utter lust as well as feeling terribly sorry for him. “Can I talk to you about my feelings?” he asked finally looking up at me. I smiled back at him and came and sat down next him on the bed, put my hand on his. “Of course Ethan. Anything you want," I replied in as even a tone as I could manage. He looked into my eyes and smiled back at me. “Is it true you are HIV positive?” he asked. I hesitated momentarily before answering, “Yes.” He looked at me for a long time before speaking again. “Will you breed me?” he asked. I was totally shocked to be honest although I was also excited too. “Ethan you’re young. You don’t want HIV…. not to mention I’m your Uncle. What the hell would your mother…. my sister say?” I blurted back. He stared intently at me, seemingly not at all embarrassed. His right hand moved and rested on my leg. My rock hard cock actually twitched. “Uncle, I like older men and I only like to fuck raw. I know I'll eventually convert, but I'd rather get it from a man I like and trust, and who I think is hot,” he explained. I didn’t reply straight away either. I stared back into his eyes and my lust was beginning to overpower my shock. My extremely sexy nephew wanted me to breed his cunt with my seed. The irony being I was actually having a few problems staying undetectable at the moment so my seed was pretty deadly right now. “Ethan you’re extremely hot, I can’t deny it but you’re asking me to infect my flesh and blood,” I finally replied. A smile broke out in Ethan’s young beautiful face. He leaned slowly forward to me until our faces were millimeters apart and moments later we were kissing passionately. I couldn’t help myself. He was exactly the sort of twink I’d happily fucked and infected in the past, but this time a family member wanted my deadly seed. I wrapped my hands around his body and pulled him to me and within minutes had one hand down his briefs and feeling his quite thick and substantially rock hard cock. He may have been 18 but he seemed very experienced and forward. I guess no different to how I was at his age. Eventually we broke off the kiss and I pulled my robe off so he could see me naked. He stood and dropped his briefs to let his thick eight inches swing free. He was stunning. I knew I would be ploughing him for hours to come. Luckily I’d had my bedroom sound proofed as, having had many a naked slut tied to my bed, screaming while I’d inflicted my particular blend of depravity on him, I decided discretion was prudent, so I had spent quite a bit of money to ensure the outside world was unaware of my play time. So, I knew I could fuck Ethan without his mother hearing anything but still the electricity between us was unlike anything I’d ever experienced: I would convert my nephew and what was more, he wanted it. I pulled him back on to me and our naked bodies wrapped around each other as I reached down to probe his smooth asshole. Ethan was happy to be led by me and clearly was the subservient type which suited me perfectly as our tongues once more probed each other’s mouth. I forcefully pulled him up and fully devoured his cock as he groaned to my touch. I sucked him for no more than five minutes before he began to groan, cumming hard into my mouth. I swallowed every drop of his load. As I expected, his cum was delicious and plentiful. I smiled, devouring my nephew’s first load. Young pups cum quickly but often which pleased me. I forced him round and he fell down on my cock as we now 69’d. He devoured me rather expertly for a teenager and I rimmed his smooth mancunt getting my tongue deep inside his lovely hole, followed by a finger or three. He moaned as I invaded him for the first time and his expert ministrations blowing my cock was getting me so horny. The need to pump a load into his negative hole was paramount. After ten minutes I pulled him forcefully round and we kissed hard again as he straddled me. My cock erect and now against his ass cheeks. Pushing him off me finally, “You want my toxic load Ethan?” I growled staring into his eyes. He didn’t even pause, “Yes Uncle, breed me. I want you,” he whispered back. I didn’t need asking twice and with his help my cock was now at his hole and Ethan began to push back against my cock. He was well lubed by my saliva and my cock easily began to slide into him. He began to inhale hard and groan as my thick member stretched him wide. He rode my cock like a pro. Clearly he knew how to bottom. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as we fucked. I thrust up to meet him as he rode down on me. His body was absolutely stunning and involuntarily I reached up to twist his nipples which, of course, only made him fuck me harder. He was making a lot of noise as we fucked and even though my room was sound proofed I pulled him down to kiss him and silence him. My dark desires were starting to come out and I gripped his throat and squeezed hard. Some guys panic a little and find it too much but Ethan seemed to like being fucked hard and never once stopped me from throttling him as I fucked his ass. The more he moaned the more I squeezed his throat until he couldn’t breathe and he seemed to love every minute of it. I pulled him down on to the bed, positioning him on this back, and fucked him missionary. His eyes were fixated on mine, connecting at a primal level. He was delicious and the thought of converting him with my positive seed excited me far more than some anonymous fuck I would have otherwise met at a bar. “Breed me, Uncle,” he kept moaning as I rammed his cunt. I could feel my seed beginning to boil and very soon I knew I was close. “Do you want my seed you dirty little cunt” I growled as I felt my orgasm building. “Yes sir” he replied staring up at me. I was close but I felt Ethan actually clamp down on my cock as my cum exploded inside his negative cunt. Groaning loudly I pumped my deadly load inside him as Ethan pulled me down kissing hard, my cock twitching as it continued to pump seed in him. “Oh fuck” I moaned, the realisation that I’d just dumped a high viral load of cum inside my kin suddenly dawned on me. My nephew seemed almost joyous though and while we kissed all he could do was grin, “Thank you Uncle” he moaned. The damage was now done and I began to relax and felt it my duty to make sure he converted with someone he knew. We kissed for many minutes and even though I’d cum my cock remained hard and still inside my nephew. “Have you taken positive loads before?” I asked eventually breaking the kiss. “Yes, I’ve been cruising since I was 15 and I know I’ve taken undetectable loads before, but I know you are poisonous at this moment,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “And how do you know that?” I asked a little taken aback. “You told me on BareBackRT last week,” replying with a big grin. It suddenly dawned on me what he was talking about. I regularly hook up with guys on BBRT and just recently I’d been talking to a guy without a profile picture who said he was chasing and I told him how I loved to breed guys with or without their knowledge. I’d also said I had an infectious viral load right now, “You are Chaserboy?” I asked starring into my sexy nephew’s eyes. “Yes. You’re not mad are you?” he replied looking a little afraid. I paused a moment then a grin split my face and I forced my tongue back into his mouth. “No Ethan. I’m glad I could help you out,” I finally replied. We spent the next couple of hours fucking several more times. I also spent some time scratching his asshole, with the intent of ensuring he converted. After pumping my third load inside him with Ethan riding on top of me like some wild banshee, he collapsed on top of me, our bodies sweating profusely, breathing hard. I looked over at the clock. It was nearly 5:00 AM. “Listen Ethan you’d better go back to the lounge to get some sleep,just in case your mother gets up and finds you missing,” I suggested, staring at my sex crazed nephew. This had been a fucking awesome visit and I suspected I’d be using his body as my sex toy plenty more yet. I particularly wanted to explore his tolerance to pain. To be continued……..

It was late Spring this year, and I was feeling horny to Fuck some Cute Ass. I don't use any of these apps, as I like to make a real connection in a bar I went to my usual place, just an ordinary Gay bar in Soho, where Fetish guys also attend. On my second poison of choice (Double Vodka and Coke), this rough looking Guy dressed all in Leather, knee length Boots, trousers, shirt, and even the Masters cap, gave me a knowing smile, walked to wear I was sat, sat next to me, and just started kissing me. His moustache aroused my loins, whilst his firm forceful tongue made me feel submissive. And I am a TOP! He said he saw me walk at the bar earlier, and he had admired my ASS through my Jeans. Coupled with my Boyish looks for my age, he thought I was Bottom, telling me how he'd LOVE to Fuck me and Cum inside me! His directness suited his attire! I told him I am a Top, and that I always use condoms. Direct, and Honest, he told me he was HIV Positive, and briefly told me how he'd done some combination therapies over the years, but for the past 2 years he was off all Medz. He bought us a few round of drinks in one go. We drank, kissed, laughed, groped each other. Then, all of a sudden, to join my increasing alcohol intoxication, I felt an instant Euphoric rush, and it stayed there. 'What did you put in my drink'? His response was a simple Dirty smirk, undone the top button to my Jeans, slipped his hand down and inside my pants, and started to gently probe my hole. Under the influence of intoxication and his assertiveness, I let out a loud moan. He grabbed my rucksack, took my hand, and led me out of the bar. Any longer we'd have been thrown out. He hailed a Taxi, and on our journey back to wherever, he held the back of my head firmly into his Leather crotch, grinding into my face. The smell of his Leather, his perverse control, and my intoxication, I was aching and dripping. Once inside our destination, he stripped me naked, and ordered me to stand still. He circled me a number of times, laughing evilly to himself, saying things like 'Fuck Yeah', and 'What a Perfect Ass', and spanking me several times. I have been spanked before, but never really enjoyed it that much. Of course, I have always loved to do it. BUT, now, it teased me! Again, taking my hand, he led me to the bathroom, and ordered me to lie on the towel that was in the bath. Already set up was an enema kit. He said this would add to the dynamic of our FUN evening ahead. He lubricated the catheter and inserted it into my VERY tight hole (I have only been Fucked a few times until this point, being a Top 15 years or so ever since). He explained I might get stomach cramps, and if so I were to Breath deeply and hold in the water with Muscle control. Once all the water was in he made me hold it for about 10 Minutes, then, I released into the toilet. As it came out, intense waves of Euphoria hit me repeatedly for a few Minutes. I was told to get into the Bath again, where he wet my hole, and shaved it. After, turning on the shower, and ordering me to wash away the loose hair from my hole, and saying I must gently feel my body as the water cascades over me. I did as I was told, and felt every nerve tingle as I touched, and shuddered. WOW!! He dried me off, then made me kneel in front of him, and that I had to look up into his eyes and not avert my gaze. 'From now on, when I say your name, 'Pig', you will address me as 'Master', OK, !?' 'Yes' 'Yes what?' 'Yes Master'. I was a bit off of my face, BUT, I still knew what was going on. Part of me couldn't believe I was letting this happen, BUT, I knew it must be a natural untapped inner dark desire of mine'. His Leather trousers were done up by 2 adjacent buttons that formed a belt for the waist. Either side were 2 zips, that when undone, opened up a flap to reveal his Dick. He unzipped, slowly pulling down the flap, revealing his semi hard uncut Pre-cum oozing Dick in front of my face. Reaching behind to his back pocket, he took out a large handkerchief, and blindfolded me. One hand holding the back of my head, the other guiding his Dick, he smeared his Pre-cum all over my lips, being Verbal with degrading names. I did tell him in the pub earlier that I didn't like the taste of Pre-cum, or Spunk. Here I was, lapping up his salty clear sap. With both hands pulling my head in, he rocked slowly, his length and girth expanding. I felt some drops of Pre-cum squirt to the back of my tongue, as he held firm and steady for at least 5 Minutes, with short hard grinds and thrusts! 'On your back, Pig'. 'Yes, Master'. He threw my pelvis into the air, and started to lick and chew my 'soft smooth pink pussy' as he calls it. Lick and chew, lick and chew. Smacking my Pussy lips in a fast rhythm with the tips of his fingers. I was arching my back, groaning, finding myself giving in to his desire for my flesh more and more. He slipped a finger in, and knew exactly what and where to find, my Prostate. He pressed firm, and rode around in rhythmic circles. Then slipping in a second finger, and keeping up the pressure, with more degrading Verbal. I myself was really leaking Pre-cum, which he scooped up and spread over my face, slapping my face. 'I'm going to teach you how to be a proper Cum whore, aren't I, Pig?' 'Yes, Master'. If anyone had said that to me before I would have told them where to go. BUT, I had submitted, and would continue to keep going darker! Pushing my thighs back, he placed his Bare Dick on my chewed up, wet, and now a little bit sore Pussy. He pushed in part way the head to his Bare Dick. 'My Pig still want his Master to use a condom'? I hesitated. I always had it drilled into me about safe sex. It was NEVER negotiable. But his Bare Dick head was toying with what I 'knew' best. Rationality finally kicked in... 'Yes Please, Master'. His whole demeanor suddenly switched up 20 notches. 'GET UP'. No addressing me as 'Pig'. He spat in my face and slapped me. 'GEEEEETT UUUHP'. I got up, and he grabbed me by my forearm, and led me through what seemed like at least 2 rooms reception rooms. A door to an obviously sound proofed basement opened, and I could suddenly hear thumping Techno Music. I was led down the steep stairs, and thrown into a Sling. No sooner had that happened, I felt both wrists and ankles be restrained. What!? OK, there are at least 3 other people down here. I felt an odd pressure on my upper left arm. Followed shortly by a short quick jabbing pain, then a longer more intense pain. My Heart rate, breathing increased immediately. I started sweating and shaking immediately. And I was writhing in Fucking ecstasy, with every hole anyone and everyone's. I was invincible!! I heard my Master say, 'Take off my Pig's blindfold'. 'Look at the door to your left Pig'. I looked, and the door had in big red letters; 'Master's AIDS Den', with a picture of a Demon above it. Normally that would scare the hell out of me. Now? My Pussy actually twitched! 'Now look ahead, and directly into my eyes, and don't look anywhere else until I have instructed'. My Master had exchanged his Leather shirt for a Harness which perfectly complimented his hairy chest. He has the most huge long nipples! 'Hey Pig'. 'Hey Master'. Our eyes locked. He now and then glanced at his piece of paper and read out the following; 'There are 54 attendees to this HIV Conversion Party, all are wearing an associated wristband... Red wristband ~ Infected 10 yrs or longer, and have either never been on Medz, or been off all Medz 1 year+ = 35 attendees Green wristband ~ Newly infected and diagnosed in the past 6 Months and not on Medz = 14 attendees Black wristband ~ Full Blown AIDS! = 4 attendees, including myself. Blue ~ Negative = 1... That is you Pig, you are my Special Guest, my chosen one! No one may use my Pig until after I've converted him'. FUCK! This Twisted Fucker had this all planned out, very carefully! He undone my restrained left arm, and put on my Blue Wristband. He stepped to one side and said, 'Look straight ahead'. I looked into full length wall mirrors and could see many of the other attendees, and a very well equipped dungeon!! I was in my WORST nightmare, yet, I WANTED it!! I was turned on immensely by everything, especially my Master's personality that would and did change instantaneously!! He undone my other 3 restraints, and with warmth said, 'Up you get Pig'. I feebly got up, with the help of some other guys. I stood at the end of the Sling, knees bent, barely able to stand. My Master carried me near to the edge of a rubber Mattress, at a slight angle to wall mirrors. He took off his Boots and Leather Trousers, then slipped back on his knee length Boots, so in nothing but Boots, and his Harness. He lit up a Cigar, got in between my legs, and banged his throbbing Dick on my hungry wet Pussy. Leaning over me he looked deep into my eyes, took puff after puff of his Cigar and blew it into my face! Pushing down on his dick with his thumb, his Cock Head entered my hole! I let out a HUGE shaking whimper, as I felt us connect on every level. My head dropped to the Rubber Mattress, and fell sideways. I saw him in the mirror pulling on his nipples, puffing on his Cigar, and only fucking me with the Head of his Dick. I caught sight of his very much wasted ASS, and yet, I couldn't stand another moment not being infected by my Master. 'Master, FUUUUHCK me, PLEEEEEASE, FUUUUHCK me NOW. Fuck me HARD. CuM inside me, PLEEEEASE, I NEEEEED you running through me FOREVER!!'. He slid in all the way, held, leaned into my ear, and gently said, 'You WANT My AIDS, Pig'? My fists clenching scrunching hold of the Rubber Mattress, back arching, I whimpered and pleaded; 'YES Master, GIVE me YOUR Demonic Seed. Charge me up'. What the hell was I saying. I had read fantasy stories like this, BUT never ever in my wildest imagination would believe something so sick like this would actually happen, and to ME! Master took his Dick out, got up, walked off. Eh? We had gained an audience and there were several guys wanking around me. Master came back wearing a condom, and instantly penetrated me, and started Fucking me with a decent steady rhythm. He was actually Fucking me, BUT, with a Condom!? 'PLEEEEEASE, take it off, NO, take it off. Breed me! Make me YOURS! INFECT me with your AIDS Master'. 'Good Boy Pig! You've passed the test'. He pulled his Dick out... 'Just as well Master soaked this Rubber in Baby oil'. He gave it one sharp tug, and it snapped! Rolling it down his shaft, and using it as a Cock ring! Pushing my thighs back, he lined up his Dick to my Pussy hole, and slid all the way in. Master said; 'PULL his legs apart'. 2 Guys pulled my legs apart as far as they'd stretch, holding that stretch as my Master Fucked me. Now Fucking me properly... BARE, and with long hard thrusts!!! Master put both of his hands over my throat (I was struggling to breath and swallow properly). He was Grunting, and growling... 'Yeah... Yeah...Yeah'. Suddenly I saw a Demonic EVIL look in his eyes... 'Yeah... Yeah... Yeah'. He was now Fucking me Fast & Hard, repeating over and over 'Yeah... Yeah... Yeah'. I was choking. His strokes became harder and shorter, his grip on my throat became tighter, his eyes pierced mine, looking at me with pure HATE, his entire body tightening... He let out an almighty 'YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES', and he flooded my guts with his high viral load SEED! The 2 other guys stretching out my legs, let go, and my Master fucked his EVIL SEED into me, for at least another 5 Minutes, a light, yet steady firm rhythm, rocking in and out. He leaned in, and said, 'You are now My very own Dirty AIDS Pig' Regaining his composure, he climbed off of me, stood up, made me kneel in front of him, and suck him clean, patted my ASS, and walked off into the Mix. The 2 Guys that were holding my legs apart were straight in there, still in my kneeling position I was dragged into doggy and got spit roasted! The guy up my ASS didn't last long, just a few minutes, gripping onto arms tightly as he shot DEEP into my ASS. I was pulled up to kneeling again and the guy Fucking my face started pounding aggressively, and on the in stroke he held my head tight, I choked, tears streaming down my face as I tried to get to be able to breath, and felt HOT Sperm hit the back of my throat, go down my throat, and fill my mouth (was a BIG Load). I looked up at my throat Fucker, Mouth open, let the excess Sperm dribble down my chin, and swallowed the rest. He smeared the remaining dribbling Spunk all over my face. I fucking LOVED it!! The guy that gave me my second load up my ASS also made me lick his Dick clean. For the first time ever, I'd just taken loads up my Ass, and down my throat, and in my Mouth... And all Poz! And highly Viral at that! Much more happened that night, and day, of course, but, think I have said enough!

Throat? Cunt? Which hole do you enjoy a man to fuck and seed? Personal favorite is unloading down the throat while cutting off air. But some fags seem to only want the cunt bred. Personal preference?

The Stables (Part 1) Gregory was a shy boy. At the age of 18 he was still living with his parents and they didn’t know Greg was gay. His dad tried several things to get his son into girls, once even hiring a whore to introduce his son to sex. While Greg was terrified, the prostitute, Mandy, was a nice lady, and, although she tried to stir his interest, she may very well have sensed his sexual preference that Greg was unable to perform. Or perhaps she was just glad, seeing that she had been paid and hadn't had to actually satisfy another John. Who knows? Perhaps she saw it as simply easy money. In any event when the time was up and she and Greg met Greg's father who was waiting in the 'salon' for his son, Mandy made a show of kissing Gregory on his mouth and giving his crotch a grope, thanking him for the hot ride. Greg’s dad was more than proud and for the moment was relaxed as it had crossed his mind that Greg might be a faggot. After all, while Greg had plenty of female friends, he had never had a girlfriend, and certainly (prior to Mandy), had apparently never messed around with a woman. No, he was a shy and sensitive boy and even at 18 was more into music and the arts than playing football or basketball. Although unspoken, Greg's father's greatest fear was that his son would turn into a dick-taking faggot. But after the session with Mandy, Greg's father was fairly sure everything would turn out all right: his son fucked a whore and he would soon find another hole into which to unload. Everything was running slowly but on the right course. Little did Greg's father know that Gregory had his own suspicions. Greg remembered experienced as early as the age of six when in swim class, he saw this other boy whose name was Alec. Gregory didn't, of course, have the vocabulary to put a name to it, but he always got excited when Alec accidentally brushed up against him when the two were standing in line waiting to jump from the one-meter board. Beyond and incidental physical contact nothing happened between Gregory and Alec, but a couple of years later, when Greg was around ten, he recognized the sensation when he found himself fascinated by Mickey, another ten year old in the same class. While Greg was perfectly happy to stare at Mickey, giving unconscious smiles, Mickey caught-on, and was none to keen for Greg's attentions, so Mickey purposefully and angrily shoved Gregory away, once even giving him a punch in the face. Although the punch was unexpected and quite painful, Greg nevertheless enjoyed being on the receiving end of Mickey's attention, even if there was a substantial degree of hostility. A few years later, now 14, Greg truly had a crush on Mr. Wilson, his English teacher. Mr. Wilson might have been in his late 20s, but he generally wore hot, tight jeans, and, as Mr. Wilson moved about the class room, Greg couldn’t stop but staring at Mr. Wilson's bulge. Of course Greg's obsession wouldn't end-up going anywhere: Mr. Wilson was married and had a baby daughter. He never even registered Greg's interest, but no matter: Greg utterly idolized his teacher. About this time rumors began circulating suggesting Gregory was a fag. His mates in class recognized the difference - when they associated erections with girls, Greg seemed to get an erection when Mr. Wilson passed down the corridor. Greg's schoolmates took their suspicions out on Greg, slapping him around, ostracizing him, and occasionally dumping him into the school dumpster. Naturally Greg wanted less and less to do with his schooling, and eventually dropped out early, getting a job at a gas station. The job didn't, of course, pay all that much, but Greg earned a couple to keep his car running. His parents didn’t ask him to contribute to rent or food, although his Dad urged Greg to join the Army, believing this would make him a ‘real’ man. Greg was quite innocent. He had never seen a gay porn and likewise had never heard about the dangers of unsafe sex. He thought of rubbers served solely to prevent pregnancies. He had, however, overheard some conversations about club a couple of counties away, some sort of bath house, where guys gathered for sexual encounters - with other guys. Although Greg didn't know quite what to expect, he decided to make a visit to the bath house on his next day off. The day arrived and Greg made the trip. It was a two hour drive, but Greg didn't begrudge the mileage, reasoning the distance reduced the likelihood he would encounter anyone from his home town. He wore his best clothing: a white shirt, with some expensive pair of jeans which he thought framed his ass perfectly. He even bought new sneakers just for this event - not realizing he would take all this clothing off within a few minutes of having entered the bar. Finally arriving at the town where the club was located, and having even located the club, he drove into the parking lot but couldn't find any vacancies, so he drove through the town looking for parking. The search was a bit harder than he expected, so when he eventually found a legal parking spot, he parked, climbed-out of the car, only to discover he had lost his bearings, so he approached a small group of guys standing at the corner and asked for directions to 'The Stable'. The guys glared at Greg, giving the unspoken message "Get lost, faggot." Anxiously Greg stepped back to the pavement and tried to get mixed with the crowd. He felt so stupid. He left his hometown thinking in a big town as this one, people would be differently, but the thugs reactions were more than just hostile. In fact Greg realized the thugs were following him. Naturally Greg was in panic. What if he wouldn’t find a safe place? What if he wouldn’t reach his car? What if they beat him up or kill him for being gay? What if their parents found out the reason for his death…. and while those ideas were spinning in his head ‘The Stables’ appeared before him. He couldn’t believe his luck. He hurriedly entered the premises. As he stepped through the door he glanced back and saw the guys disappearing into the crowd. Their victim had escaped. “Well, well…. aren’t we excited….. you are quite heavy breathing…. are you a mare, or a stallion?” the cashier asked. “I…. I am…. what?” Greg asked. “Oh dear…. your first time?” the employee asked. Greg simply nodded. The guy behind the counter inspected Greg, recognizing by Greg's walk, but his discrete glances, by his delicate mouth, that Greg would be on the receiving end that night. "Well, if you want to get fucked, then you are a mare…. if you fuck, then you are a stallion. It is not so difficult. We got this pink bracelet for mares…. and the blue bracelet is for studs,” the guy explained. Greg caught-on, and both he and the clerk simultaneously said the word 'Mare'. Paying the entrance fee and now wearing the pink bracelet, which was sealed along around his wrist, the clerk giggled as he explained “Without this wrist band the party will be over for you. So no switching. You are a mare!” The clerk gave Greg a key to a locker and a pink towel, as well as directions to the locker room where, the clerk instructed, Greg should strip and then move to the party in the basement. With a final “Enjoy the party,” the clerk got busy folding towels. As he walked down the staircase into the basement Greg's heart was almost jumping out of his throat. Arriving in the basement Greg found the space was quite dark, although he could see several corridors in which, he surmised, he stood a good chance of finally getting fucked. He also found a bar. "First timer?” the bartender asked. “Is it so obvious?” Greg answered shyly. “It won’t be in the darkroom…..” the bartender laughed. “Darkroom,” Greg repeated the word. The bartender watched at him, as if Greg just stepped out of a spaceship. “Yeah…. Darkroom. A dark room, where you can empty the dicks with your mouth or your ass….. are you for real?” he asked. “Sorry mate, but this is my first time ever in a big town. I have never ever seen a place like this. This is amazing. I can get filled up here,” Greg’s remarked, his eyes glittering with excitement. “Filled up….” the bartender repeated the words. This kid had no idea. Removing the bowl of condoms was on the counter the bartender recommended “You should not start with the darkroom. Were I you, I would start with the glory holes where you can concentrate on one or two cocks at a moment.” “Glory hole….” Greg said with awe in his voice. "What’s that?” The bartender looked around as if he was searching for the candid camera. He told him to sit and take a drink, he would explain it to him in a second, but before he paused to speak with Greg, the bartender stepped aside and spoke with the barback saying "We have some fresh meat, here. Go find the poz stud and let him know a negative mare is waiting for her fillings." The barback delivered the astonishing message, and promptly several blokes were checking the undamaged merchandise. Greg didn’t know which way to look, but he still wore his pink towel about his hips. The mass of blue bracelets made it clear the room was full of stallions. “Are you still willing to let dicks poz up your mare ass?" the bartender asked. “I 've never had a dick up there. Will it hurt bad…. ? Gregory replied in a whisper. “I will help you with that. Get this towel off then sit down again," the bartender advised, adding "Just slip a little bit back on your stool, so your ass is accessible.” One Greg was in position the bartender announced to the room that he would prep this new recruit for his deflowering, making it crystal clear he would lube this virgin ass for his first of many poz rides. With that he squatted behind the stool. his tongue delicately licking Greg's exquisite cleft. Greg thought he had died and gone to heaven. The bartender was lapping over his opening and pulled his ass cheeks further apart. He pressed his tongue inside this virgin’s ass and tongue-fucked him so hard. He smelt the overwhelming scent and sucked out the innocence of this first-timer. He loved the way the sweet ass tasted, and started use some lube on the twink. He turned back to the other studs and showed them his two sharpened fingernails, which would be quite helpful for the upcoming task. While lubing the guy up he started scratching the intestinal walls. The nice feeling Greg had felt gave way to the pain, while the man behind him tried to scrape and claw the intestinal walls for only one reason. Instead of telling Greg the truth, he explained it would hurt, because it is the first time he was prepared for some serious poz fucking. “Man, I can’t wait to get all your poz dicks up my ass,” Greg announced proudly. "You could use rubbers, of course," a voice called out. You could hear a pin dropping to the ground while the guy who had suggested using a rubber was immediately hustled out into another room. Fortunately Greg was oblivious to the commotion behind his back as he was struggling to endure the pain associated with the bartender's preparations. “I am your mare, but I won’t get pregnant, that’s for sure” Greg shouted out. "The boy's got it damn right," someone groaned. "Yeah, well, he's still gonna get our babies," another man added. A third suggested "Fuck the little brat. Pump him up with premium poz seed." Getting to his feet the bartender explained to Greg "I'm going to help you in the stall. You should concentrate on relaxing your hole so you enjoy getting pozzed," as he gave Greg some additional finger-action. After a couple of minutes of vigorous action he withdrew his fingers, showing his bloody digits to the othr stallions. The boy was already a mess. Then it all happened quite fast. While the barback led Greg into a stall, the stallions crowded into the adjoining stall, all intent of watching Greg take it up the ass. Greg, of course, was extremely excited, and noticed a television screen which showed a gay porn movie. For the first time Greg saw guys actually fuck each other in the ass. The barback, meanwhile, pointed to a hole in the wall of the stall through which the first hard dick was protruding. A thick and long dick which was ready to plumb the cunt into which it was ready to dump its toxic gift. “But I won’t see them this way,” Greg complained. “Believe me honey, most times you don’t want to see them in broad daylight. Besides, the anonymity is a big part of the fun. This way you concentrate on your work, which is draining dicks. It doesn’t matter how cool the guy in the other stall is, you just have to squeeze his dick with your cunt and accept his load. Then the next will deposit his load and so one and so on. This is your job!” the barback explained, adding “If you need more lube tell me. It doesn’t help anyone if you tolerate the pain for only one or two dicks. Your job is to empty the balls of every guy who wants to fuck you, no matter the pain. As a mare you are advised to accept and receive. And it's my job to lube you up whenever you need it. The guys have to wait then until you are ready to get your next poz load. That is all that matters." Gregory nodded, and presented his ass-cunt towards the dick protruding through the hole. The barback helpfully assisted the fuck stick to find its way home into the mare, as slowly, very slowly, Greg received one inch after another, even if he moaned in genuine discomfort. “Oh man…. this fucker is tight…. I can’t….. oh fucking god….. sweet jesus…. I think he pinches my dick off…..” the stallion panted loudly. “Baby….. push a little back. Try to relax and let this guy enter you completely,” the barback recommended, applying a bit more lube on the invading dick. Only half of the nine inches had entered the young one's body, but the barback could readily see the bloody streaks. He had done a great job and was proud of himself. While thinking of that, he decided he would help Gregory a bit more and so he squat in front of the twink and pushed against his hips and finally more inches entered the abused hole. Greg couldn’t help but to express his pain and groaned loudly. On the other side of the wall several guys cheering and even the bartender praised the good job Greg had demonstrated. Greg, of course, believed every word he was told.

A fantasy of mine finally became reality when I took my first double dicking! Both guys were 8 plus, and took turns being the "thruster." My ass was sore as hell, but the feeling of their seed deep in my ass made it better. Tried to attach photos, but all were too big unfortunately.

That would never work for me - I would immediately think of Veruca Salt throwing a tantrum, or Violet Beauregard swelling up like a blueberry, and the mood would be lost. I probably also would not be able to keep from giggling at the Top, and that never ends well. Whoever said that must have had a fetish for dwarfs. Orange ones. With green hair.

You profoundly misunderstand faggot nature, probably because of the euphemistic nonsense of the terms "top" and "bottom". Adopted from the rarefied, formalized realm of BD/SM contracts as a sop to insecure receptive homosexuals who insist, for reasons beyond my ken, that they are just like normal men, they are woefully inadequate. Unlike the average, possibly confused homosexual, a pure faggot is straightforwardly female for all sexual purposes and does not have the psychological wherewithal to think of itself as the man, much less to penetrate anyone. Its penis can give it pleasure, but is indistinguishable from a clitoris in this function.

Once the dam breaks and you know you like raw an£ your poz so good to show others what they are hiding from use your dick and ass to breed seed and convert

While I've taken quite a few raw cocks, each occasion had occurred after I contacted a guy through Grindr (or, before it went down, Craigslist), and after we had a sense of each other. My fantasy, however, was that I would cross paths with a guy, bend over, and take multiple random loads in my ass. For some two years I have been chatting on and off on Kik with a top transwoman I met through Craigslist. Our schedules never matched up but she wanted to slut me out so I kept in contact with her. After a few missed opportunities our schedules finally aligned: we would meet on Halloween at All Things Adult in Austin. I was running a little late and, as I approached the ABS I asked her which booth. She promptly replied, and I sought-out the booth she specified. (As an aside, I should mention All Things Adult has really nice video booths.) There is a privacy wall when you first enter and around the corner are two padded benches that are spaced close enough to be bent over on all fours comfortably straddling the gap.) The door was unlatched and I entered the booth finding the transwoman, a cute short latina with a decent package, leaning against the wall. Upon entering the booth I turned to close the door only to discover there was another in the booth. A guy I didn't anticipate being present. Still, that was the reason I had agreed to meet, so I reached over, and began feeling-up the transwoman's body, exploring her body as I pulled-out her cock. The other guy just watched. Dropping a few tokens in the machine and she led me to the front bench. I dropped my trousers and underwear, bent over, and angled my ass towards the entrance, initially sucking the transwoman, and, when within seconds the second guy offered his cock, I alternated between the two of them. After a little bit he moved behind me, lubed my hole and went balls-deep in my ass, cumming after only a few thrusts. (Damn, I needed that feeling so badly.) Withdrawing, he zipped-up and left. My transwoman also wanted a piece of my ass, but pulled-on a condom, explaining a rubber would delay her orgasm. She fucked me for a bit, and it felt really good. Meanwhile the door opened a few times and finally we had a taker. A man entered the booth, watched us for a bit, before pulling out his cock and offering it to me to suck. As I sucked and deep-throated him, the transwoman withdrew from my ass, and stepped around, crouching down to suck the guy's balls. In no time the man blew his delicious load in my mouth. After he left I resumed sucking the transwoman. Scarcely had I swallowed her cock full depth when another guy entered the booth and began fingering my ass. In all honesty I was not a big fan of his attentions as, although I let him know I didn't like it, he kept fingering me quite roughly. At one point he slid his cock into my ass, and, no sooner was he balls-deep than he also slid his index finger into my ass. I was not happy. Still I let him fuck me a bit, but my ass was very uncomfortable, so I made my excuses and stepped-out into the restroom to check the condition of my hole. Fortunately while it was sore and cum-filled, it wasn't bleeding. Returning to the booth, I told the guy I needed to take a short break. I was thankful he took the hint and left. I resumed sucking the transwoman, and after a few minutes let her know I really wanted her load in my ass. She gave a knowing smile, stepped behind me and slid in, raw, full depth, fucking for several minutes, initially with a steady rhythm, but more raggedly at one point, at which time she came, her load lodged in my ass. When she withdrew I heard the plop of a big dollop of cum hitting the floor. Clearly there was an exceptional amount of cum in my ass. I licked her cock clean, enjoying the taste of the cum, and afterwards we sat and chatted a bit before I decided to head out. Once at my car I decided to check Grindr but none of the postings caught my attention. Still, with a pocketful of tockens, I decided to return to All Things Adult, and play until I exhausted my stash of tokens. Re-entering the ABS, I reclaimed the booth in which the transwoman and I had been playhing, and logging onto Grindr changed my location to All Things Adult, specifically providing my booth number. I also placed a 'quick connect' on BBRTs. Then I deposited all of the tokens into the video machine, adding a $20.00 bill. I planned on being there for a while. This time fully nude, I bent over on all fours in the booth, exposed to whoever entered. Within a few moments a guy entered and felt-up my hole. Apparently liking what he found, he unzipped, slid in, and fucked me. He felt good and fucked for several minutes. He didn't, however, cum, but instead withdrew , thanked me, and left. In the ensuing hiatus I went onto Grindr and hit-up another transwoman fuck buddy, telling her what I was doing. She responded saying she was on her way. Almost simultaneously another guy hit me up, saying he was nearby. As I waited for one or both of the two to arrive a few guys entered the booth and checked me out, but all left. The guy from Grindr arrived, and I alternated between sucking and being fucked by his dock. He came after several minutes, blowing a big load in my ass. After a thank you, he split, only for my trans fuckbuddy to arrive. We greeted each other, and she promptly had me on my knees as I deep-throating her cock. Progressing to my ass, she explored my hole, and realizing the volume of cum that was sloshing around in my hole she asked how many load I had taken. I gave her my best estimate. She asked for a condom and I obliged as she is a rough and dominant power top. She wasted no time plowing into my ass, fucking me like her personal rag doll. The pain was substantial, but I also loved the intensity and level of confident domination she exuded. Several minutes into our session she ordered me to my knees, stripped-off the condom, and forced me to deep-throad her cock, holding my head still so she could control the depth. I felt like I was going to throw up but she maintained control until finally she withdrew and blew her load on my lips and in my mouth. After she dressed herself, we hugged and she left. Whereupon I resumed my earlier position. As before, several times the door would open, and several times a man would step-up to feel-up my hole, some giving me an approving slap, but no one actually wanted to fuck, so when my time was finally exhausted I dressed and went out to my car. My hole, however, while sore, was also still horny for cock. Going back onto Grindr I found a message from a guy who said he had seen my profile earlier but as he was committed to attending a sex party, he suggested I should meet him there. I replied, and he promptly gave me the details, which included the sex party was receptive to bareback sex, but there was a prohibition to "partying." That was all I needed to hear. The party was being held in downtown Austin, which was a very short drive. Arriving at the house I entered using the specified side door, which was where we were expected to undress. Stepping into the play space I found a bedroom in which a group of college-age men are standing about, wacking themselves. In the corner a guy was gagging on some cock, so I stepped into the center of the room, surveyed my options, and, spotting a Latino with a nice long, curved cock and a sweet swimmer's build, I knelt in front and deep-throated him, gagging a bit given his length. I worked his tool for some time, but as there no suggestion he wanted to fuck, I got to my feet to move on, only to feel some guy giving my ass a little squeeze, remarking I had a big ass. "It's open to any one who wants to play," I replied. Instructing he to lay on the bed, he moved behind me, ready to plunge into my hole. I let him know my hole had been power-fucked, and that I couldn't handle rough action. Although he attempted to accommodate my limitations, my hole was very unhappy, and kept pushing him out. Oh, and it really, really hurt when he was in my ass, so after a little bit I excused myself and checked-out myself in the bathroom. Fortunately there was no evidence of anything other than lube and cum, so I re-entered the bedroom and promptly another guy wanted to fuck, so I lay back on the bed. He fucked for several minutes, but again my pain threshold was crossed, so I apologizedm explaining I couldn't take any more cock. Thankfully he understood and wasn't annoyed. After I clean-up my ass, I dressed, and called it a night. I was a little bummed my ass was too swollen and sore to take the last two guys, but overall it was a good night, particularly given it was the first time I had been a true cumdump.

I am thinking of setting up a Breeding/pozzing party for myself in Amsterdam the end of this month. Advice on how to go about it would be welcome. Also would there be enough interest just in Amsterdam?

Why don't you get tested and know for sure? If the statistics say you're 66% more likely to get HIV, then you're also 34% not likely.

A very sweet Black gentleman helped me overcome my shyness years ago and started my connections to gay people by introducing me around. Oh and he fucked me a lot too

I love to be rimmed but to be honest almost never return the favor. My two regular top fuckbuddies never ask me to do it (they do me). There is only one guy I sometimes rim and that's a hot young jock with an amazing smooth bubble butt. He's not really a regular but sometimes hits me up for a blowjob (mostly) or a fuck (now and then). He's all top (he says the only thing that goes into his ass is a tongue), Ass to die for. Perfect hairless muscle ass with a rosy pink hole. Not sure if I'm any good at it but he seems to like it until he turns to whatever he came for.

Cruisy ? Oh, hell ya ! Hallways, the gym, the sauna. the staircases. Then there two floors 10th & 11th on the front side of the hotel with windows that look out over an atrium roof and see everything going on in all of the rooms, and yes there's always plenty of Exhibitionists.

Hot fuck from a buddy on his way home from work. Muscular blond stud. ;ate 30s, hairy, big cock with a nice PA. Hard, rough fuck. Bred my hole, then pissed in it. Happy pig bottom here

The Trainee (Part 3) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** When Shane entered my office he looked frantic. “Excuse me Sir. Do you have the time…? I need to address something to you” he started. I looked up and nodded bad-tempered. “What is it?” I asked. He turned around and closed the door, before approaching my desk, his whole body shivering as he started several times to speak, but couldn’t form a word. I let him take his time and wondered what happened while he was on his break. “I… I can’t… I…. the guys…. I can’t…. I want to….” he mumbled incoherently. “Calm down boy and take a deep breath and then say what you want to say” I ordered him. He took some deep breaths and then said he wanted to quit. Wow! I hadn’t even started working on him and he wanted to escape already? No way! “May I ask you about your reasons? Was shelving too demanding for your skills?” I asked seriously. “No… it is not that. I am… I was…. those guys…. they sexually harassed me….” he spit it out. “Sexual harassment… that is a strong accusation!” I exclaimed. "Tell me what happened." He opened by telling me everybody was whispering about him, and that when he was on his break no one wanted to sit with him at the table. This was a nice story, but there was nothing about sexual harassment in it. Then he told me about the events in the restroom. “Slowly… slowly… you are going ahead of yourself. Show me exactly what happened” I demanded and got up from my chair, walked around my desk and stood close in front of him. I focused on his eyes and looked at him aggressively. Of course he felt unpleasant by my strong appearance. “Show me what happened… don’t summarize the events. You make serious allegations boy. I will decide whether you were harassed or not. Now show me exactly what happened!” I thundered. “This one guy offended me, by calling me a faggot” he blathered. “Okay… faggot. What happened next? Make it real, so I can absorb the whole situation fag!” I ordered. The poor lad experienced the whole degrading situation all over again. “Then one of the two guys hit me” he said. I gave him a strong push with both of my hands and he stumbled backwards. “No… not a push. He hit me in my face!” he exclaimed. “Why didn’t you says that… come back in front of me” and after he moved back to his old spot I slapped his face softly, more like a friendly slap on his cheek. “NO… he really slapped me hard across my face. I hit the wall behi…..” *SLAP* He didn’t know what hit him, but he almost sailed against the back of my office wall and slumbered down finally. He tried to catch his breath and looked at me stunned. “Like that?” I asked with an indifferent look at him. The poor boy held his right cheek and almost cried when he begged me to stop, exclaiming “Do I really have to go through this again?” I explained to him, that if he wanted my opinion, I had to ‘know’ what happened back there. Not just to be told about it. “They asked me then," his voice dropping to a near whisper "if I would suck – cock.” By this point he was staring at the floor in abject humiliation. “So faggot do you? Do you suck cock?” I snickered. “I told them no, but they would not believe it. Instead they forced me to admit it!” "How did the two guys force such a confession out of you?" I asked. "They slapped me, forcefully," he replied. Whereupon received another blow from my hand. “Then one of them, I think his name was Jon, said something about respecting his dick and then… then," now sobbing "I had to touch his junk through his jeans and try to find his glans and lick it.” His eyes were closed as he wept, as if again reliving the horror. When he opened his eyes he saw my bulge straight next to his face. While he was sobbing and crying I had taken my place and demanded him to repeat each and every grip he made. “Oh Gaaaaawd….” he continued wailing, but raised his hands and started to give me a nice massage and realized my cock was hard already. “Lick my cock faggot – let’s keep it real… show me some respect and lick my dick” I grinned while poor Shane started kissing and licking my dickhead through my slacks. For at least a minute he was nursing my dickhead through my pants and kept on massaging it, so I asked if something else happened then. He stopped drooling over my penis and just answered, that both guys left the toilette after that incident, but pressured him again; then he resumed nibbling on my dick. For another ten seconds he continued his act, before realizing he was still degrading himself. He added the thing that happened to him while he ended his break also. With a shocked expression on his face his movements stopped abruptly. “I am sorry…. “ he stared at the wet spot he caused to my pants, because of his spit. He didn’t know he had sucked already some of my precum through the fabric. “Never mind that… get up and let’s sit down on the couch and talk about the things, that happened really….” I suggested. Without helping him up I walked slowly to the couch and turned to him, so he could see me adjusting my cock to a more comfortable position. “SIT!” Shane didn’t even get up yet. His movements were slowly. Obviously the whole situation had worn him totally out. In fact a minute passed before he reached the couch, silently taking a set on the end opposite to my position. From time to time he sobbed desperately. “Let’s start it this way. It was all your fault Shane.” The silence was absolute. “My fault… my fault? I didn’t do anything. I was attacked by those two guys, without giving them any reasons to pick on me” he bawled. “There was no sexual harassment going on Shane. Keep in mind, you are the newest player on the team. The other guys don’t know where you stand. You need to find your place in the pack and I admit, they probably over exceeded things a little bit," (which, I thought to myself, they actually did not), "but you simply could have showed a little bit more resistance. Why didn’t you Shane?” “I was afraid they would beat me up” he admitted. “And that’s why you are in so much trouble now” I told him. “Still I am sure, that nothing worse would have happened…” I continued. “But their cocks were hard. They wanted to rape me….” he interfered. “Now it is already RAPE… interesting Shane. No – their cocks were hard because they got power over you. You are young but you will realize in years to come, that power is a great aphrodisiac. And if you get stimulated, while being bossy it is not a gay thing and it is not rape. It was simply a demonstration to illustrate your position in the pack. But don’t despair. This isn't irreversible. You simply must stand your ground and react in a proper way.” I smiled like a wolf at him, but he took it as a friendly gesture. Continuing I suggested “The next time someone passes out at you, for example making a gesture or something – it is all about the right signal to answer this impudence.” He looked at me with big puppy eyes but didn’t have a clue. “I studied psychology for several semesters," (another of my lies), "and I know about those things. For example – some guy passes you like the one in the stock, with the poking tongue against his cheek…. use a simple form of his gesture and reply with sticking out your tongue…. no not like that, you are not eight years old anymore… No, more like putting the tip against your upper lip… yeah – better… you could even move your tongue around a bit, following your upper lip…. no, just the upper lip,” I advised him. He was really not too bright after asking me if this would really help. “This is all non verbal Shane, he gave you a signal and you expressed your position with your gesture” I replied, adding “Well it will certainly do the trick. He won’t do anything bad” I said thinking to myself 'At least not then and there'. In fact I thought it likely if the other guy found a cozy place behind some pallets or in a toilet stall Shane could prove his fast tongue while sucking on yet another dick. "In any event, Shane, you need to know all the signals and the proper ways to react to them… for example the guy that grabbed his bulge in front of you - that was a pure sign of dominance… the proper way to react would have been to pass him and then simply grab one of your ass cheeks and pull them a bit apart. If it bothers you a lot you could also pull both ass cheeks apart – this way you return a strong signal from your side.” He looked at me puzzled. “Yeah – you would express that you are a fa… fantastic associate who doesn’t need to put up with this and that he should simply look for a place and shove it up the ass. " "I see," Shame commented, "that would be a strong signal indeed. Maybe he would then leave me alone.” “Believe me – if you do this I am sure he won’t bother you again for a while” I snickered, again thinking to myself 'At least not as long until his balls have not recharged'. “There are plenty of other situations and we can analyze them when they happen” I added with a warm smile but cold eyes. "Besides, there will be always occasions like this and it would happen in your life over and over again. You simply need to adjust your responses properly for the occasion," I explained in a soothing voice, adding “Listen, I am really sorry, that the whole thing is pushing you to the edge, but I really think this way all a lack of misunderstanding” “It would be a terrible loss for us, if you would leave us now – if you feel uncomfortable in the employee rest room, there's another rest room we don't use right now, but which I can make available to you. It's in an unused section of the warehouse. There you would have the time to relax and you wouldn’t be bothered by some noises or so. And no one would hear you too,“ I offered adding “I am sure we can work this out if you are just willing to take each and every dick… or Jon or Brian as a new challenge. Let's work these things really deep into your system and I am sure you will grow in person, but you will also help other guys additionally to grow.” 'In their pants' I thought to myself. “So… what’s it gonna be?” I asked, conveying a look that said 'Take it or leave it'. “Can I see the other restroom?” he asked in a subdued voice. I rose, and instructed him to follow me. My bulge was still evident to anyone who looked, Shane and I left the office, encountering a couple of my employees. I'm sure a they noticed the wet spot on my pants, Shane followed me through the store, somehow looking utterly defeated. Looking to give him some encouragement I advised “You've made the right decision, Shane. I will help you grow into something totally new. Just follow my orders… Shane looked back and saw Jon massaging his cock openly through his pants forming the word ‘FAG’. Timidly he reached back and pulled one of his ass-cheeks apart only to see Jon nod in approval. What had he done?

Neg guy looking for poz men to play with while I am there over the holiday. Looking for tops primarily but open to all. Men,/tv/ts. Hit me up and lets celebrate thanksgiving the right way. forget stuffing the turkey lets stuff each other.

I was out of town on business - so, of course, I hit the baths. It's mid-week so the place was not exactly packed. I size up the scene and find this hot bear to fuck. We head back to my "deluxe" room and get busy with the door open. (Believe me: It pays to advertise) So, I'm plowing the bears hole when a couple of guys stop to take in the scene. Both very doable guys in their late 40's. I wave them in, pull out of the bears hole and signal the clean shaven one of to take a turn. He quickly slides right in and takes over the fuck. I hit my knees, head down-ass up, along-side the bear and offer my hole to the bearded guy. He slides in easily (pays to be pre-lubed) and gets his fuck on. After a few minutes, the two trade holes. Oh yeah! The pig factor just rose big time. Soon. Others gather at the door... and its on. The dude fucking me blows his load deep inside me. He pulls out (too damn quickly) only to be replaced by one of the guys at the door. The bearded dude fucking the bear breeds him and leaves. (Yeah, I was jealous...I dig beards) The guy fucking me (muscle ginger) pulls out and moves over to the bear. Instantly, another cock takes his place at my hole. (I never sae his face) Apparently, he had been priming his cock while he waited because in just a couple of minutes, he blew load number two in me. He leaves. The muscle ginger fucking the bear moves back over to me.."Fuck! I love a cummy hole!" He growls as he takes over the fuck. Another dude starts fucking the bear. The ginger fucking me and guy fucking the bear both cum. Thet actually give each other a high-five before they leave...only to be replaced my two more cocks. They trade back and forth several times between us. This is pig heaven. There is a fuck-frenzy going down and i am getting cock after cock, and load after load. That unmistakable sound of cocks fucking cum-sloppy holes echoed out into the corridor...providing a siren call to all cummers. IT WAS OFF THE CHAIN! OFF. THE. CHAIN! Some of the guys that had been there before cam back for more. (Including a load in me from the hot bearded dude!) I literally lost track of how many men, cocks, and loads I got. But in time, the frenzy subsided until it was just the bear and me, wallowing in the piggy cumjoy. I reached down and ran my fingers around my hole to find some sweet distension... my hole made into a man-pussy. After awhile, it was off to the shower. I did a final tour around the place...and marvelled at how I had likely been fucked by most every guy in the place. It's good to be a shameless bareback fuckpig. Oink!!!

Jeff sat at my computer desk, a cigar between his teeth. He was naked, as he usually preferred to be when he was home. We’d been sharing my condo for a little over a month and the days he had worn clothes were few and far between. So I’d become accustomed to seeing his fat bearish body strolling around my home as if he owned the place and everything in it. Which in fact he did, including me. It all began a little over nine months ago when we had made a playful bet. I had lost and Jeff made me his personal slave. Being a bit sexually adventurous, I went along willingly with his bet that became a form of sexual servitude. Things began slowly with me orally serving Jeff several times each week. The acts eventually progressed until Jeff surprisingly gave me a choice. He volunteered to end our bet and let me go free. But secretly he had trained me well enough that I discovered a new side to myself. I now wanted to be dominated by another man, and I needed his cock just as much as he needed me as his slave. It was my choice and I chose to dump my girlfriend Laura and completely give myself to Jeff and what he liked to call “Cock Worship”. Jeff and I met back in high school and since then he’s watched me score with lots of women. I’m thin and athletic have a quick wit and a way with the ladies. Jeff on the other hand is fat, bald, and prefers watching porn than trying to score with real women. In thirty-one years he’d never been laid or blown. Then our bet came along and I did what I was told. For the first time in his life Jeff was privy to plenty of gratification whenever we wanted it, which was often. Jeff enjoyed my sexual servitude and basically wanted me at his beck-and-call 24-7. All things considered, Jeff was a very smart man and he got what he wanted, I gave myself completely to him. Sitting at my computer, Jeff had been working on some business letters when my ex-girlfriend Laura had called. “No, sorry Laura, Mitch isn’t here,” I heard Jeff say through puffs on his cigar. “I’ll tell him you called, but I don’t know when he’s coming home. I think he had a date or something.” Jeff hung up the phone, typed for a few more seconds and then said. “I think she’s finally getting the message. She probably won’t be bothering us anymore. Is that OK with you, Mitch?” I was naked and on my knees in front of Jeff. It was my usual spot, with my head between his legs and his semi-hard cock in my mouth. I stopped my duty for a moment and looked up, “I don’t see why you made me dump her. I promised you that I’d keep going with our bet.” Jeff stared down at me. “Did I tell you to take my cock out of your mouth?” Before I could respond he guided my head back down and I engulfed his rod which was starting to get much harder. He put one hand on the back of my head and held me in place. “Remember Mitch. I gave you a choice. You said you wanted my cock. Well if that’s what you want, then you need to know that I don’t share. Ever.” Jeff tried to keep typing but the mood had left him. “Fuck Mitch, you’re sucking me off so good now I can’t even keep my mind on my work.” He reclined back in my desk chair and smoked his cigar while I continued working his cock. After a few minutes my pace quickened and his balls started growing tight. Jeff stood up and began to fuck my face – hard. “You want my load don’t you Mitch? I can tell haven’t had your taste yet today! You want to swallow it, right?” This time I didn’t remove him from my mouth; I simply mumbled a reply. “Good boy. Well get ready because here it comes!” Jeff pulled me off his cock while he grabbed it with one of his meaty hands. He pumped several times on his length. “Open your mouth, I want to give you a present.” I did as I was told and accepted the hot juice that he began squirting into me. Jeff kept pumping and several of his shots missed my mouth and sprayed onto my face. The one thing about a large man like Jeff was that he always had a large load to unleash. His balls must have worked overtime after all those long years with no sex. “Swallow it!” Jeff said as he towered above me. I swallowed his scorching load and opened my mouth for more. Jeff stood over me and rolled his spent dripping tool along my face. “I love this. I love having my own personal slave! Who would have thought that after all your years of pussy you were just going to end up on your knees with me rolling my fat cock on your face. What do you think?” I looked up at him with my creamy face. “I’ll do what you ask me to do.” Jeff smiled. He sat back down in my chair, grabbed his cigar, and started typing again. “Good. Then get over here and put my cock back in your mouth. I’ve got another hour of work to finish up.” When his work was finally finished, Jeff was ready for some relaxing. “Hey dude, what’s going on?” Jeff said into the phone. He was unwinding in the bathtub. Hot water and bubbles surrounded him as he lay back with a beer and another cigar. I was on my knees next to the tub in case he needed something. Jeff laughed as he talked to his friend Wayne. Jeff and Wayne were drinking pals who used to work together. They had a big love of porn and often shared videotapes. Jeff had me hold out an ashtray for him as he continued talking. “Ha! Is it any good? Then I’ve got to see it! Me? Just sitting here in my tub.” “My tub,” I said. Jeff merely looked at me. “Yeah that was Mitch.” He paused for a minute listening. “Oh yeah. Sucked me off twice today. And after I’m done soaking he’s going for a three-peat.“ I still hadn’t got used to this part. With our original bet Jeff had agreed not to tell any of our friends. But since our bet had changed and I had willingly accepted Jeff’s cock, he had made some modifications. Our regular friends still had no clue what was going on. As far as they knew, Jeff had just moved in to my place to help save up some money. But, since Wayne only hung around Jeff and no one else, Jeff shared all the information about my servitude with him. They were just two incredibly horny guys who never seemed to get laid. Once he knew, whenever Wayne would come over he’d often brazenly say things to me like, “So boy, you swallow today or take it on the face?” Wayne was a real asshole. He was as much of a redneck as there ever was. He was almost ten years older than Jeff and I. Usually he’d call me “boy” just to make sure I knew that he was older. When he managed to hold a job it was usually as a janitor. But since he drank heavily and often smoked marijuana, and rarely showered, he didn’t hold jobs for long amounts of time. He was the kind of guy who I wouldn’t want within ten miles of my place, but because he and Jeff drank together and exchanged porn tapes, Jeff would usually have him over every couple of weeks. Jeff hung up the phone and looked over at me. “Wayne’s coming over in a few minutes.” Since Jeff had taken free reign of my place he didn’t ask for my permission. Jeff began draining the water and stood up out of the tub. “Towel.” I took the towel and began drying Jeff off. “Does Wayne have to come over tonight?” I asked. Jeff held out his arms as I continued my work. “Yes. He’s got a new Ashlyn Gere tape and a couple others that I want to see. What’s your problem with him?” I started drying his balls and then his legs. “Well, he’s kind of,” I paused for a moment trying to be as delicate as possible. “White trash.” Jeff let me continue. “He doesn’t really bathe much, and besides he smokes so much that when you’re both here this place reeks of smoke. I mean your cigars are one thing, but it seems like when you guys are together I spend most of the next day just cleaning up the mess and airing this place out.” Jeff walked into the bedroom. “I’ll keep it in mind,” was all he said. Wayne came over and was in rare form. He of course brought the porn tapes and beer. He’d forgotten to shave, shower, or even pretend to make an effort. His long greasy hair and mustache made him look like a reject from a bad porn movie from the70’s. He and Jeff traded some stories and jokes for a while before Jeff finally said, “So, we going to watch those tapes?” Wayne said, “Sure thing. Have the house boy plop them in the old VCR.” And, as Jeff handed me the tapes Wayne added, “And while you’re up, grab me another beer, boy.” I started the movie and did as I was told. Wayne smiled because he could see how much his condescending tone annoyed me. Jeff had warned me on numerous occasions that I wore my emotions on my sleeve, but it was just something I wasn’t good at hiding. As the first few scenes ended Wayne looked over at Jeff and said. “So Mitch blow you after I called?” Jeff chuckled. “No we didn’t really have time. But after watching these bitches on the tape, I’m starting to wish he had.” Wayne lit up a fresh smoke and said, “Well go ahead. It’s not like I don’t already know about it. If you wanna blow a load. Don’t let me stop you.” This caught me off guard. As many times as I’d sucked Jeff’s cock, there had never been any witnesses. I looked to Jeff as he stood up and started undressing. “Mitch time for some cock worship.” I stripped down as well and went over to Jeff and took him into my mouth. Jeff sat back and enjoyed my work while Wayne who was sitting right next to him on the couch clapped his hands and joked, “That’s right boy you suck that cock!” Two scenes later and Jeff was filling my mouth up with his cum. He leaned back with his last groan and got a few final drops out. “Whew! That was just what I needed.” I started crawling away from Jeff when Wayne started talking. “Hey what about the guest?” I looked back at Wayne, his eager expression said it all. I felt my stomach cringe nervously but there was little doubt of my reply. “No way. I’m not sucking your cock.” Wayne looked over at Jeff. “Come on man, don’t have him leave me hanging.” The next few seconds seemed like they took an eternity to unfold. I could see Jeff thinking it all over. Eventually he looked at me and said, “Normally I would have said no. But you were kind of rude earlier when you told me Wayne was white trash. So I think you owe it to him.” Wayne looked to Jeff. “He called me white trash?” “Yeah. So I figure he can suck your cock and everyone will be even.” I attempted to get out of it. “But Jeff, didn’t you tell me that you didn’t share, ever?” Jeff looked at Wayne and gave him a wink. “Well Wayne’s my friend and friends share what friends have.” Wayne stood up. “Sounds good to me.” He then turned to me, “Ok, BOY, you ready for some sucking?” The only light in the living room came from the TV and the third porn movie of the night. Jeff was still naked, sitting on the couch with a new beer. He spent more time looking to the movie, but occasionally I saw him glance my way. “Oh yeah!” Wayne was chuckling at me as he made me remove his clothes. He stood naked before me. I could see he was still dirty and sweaty from work but his body was much harder and more defined than I would have imagined. His cock was also a considerable nine inches, hanging long. “On your knees boy!” Wayne said as he looked at me with his lousy shit-eating grin. I looked over to Jeff hoping that he might change his mind. Jeff chuckled. “Hey if you want to worship my cock then from now on Wayne’s part of the deal.” Jeff’s was the only cock I had ever handled, and with Wayne I could tell I was in way over my head. However I didn’t have any time to think things over because Wayne forcibly grabbed his cock and thrust it deep into my mouth. “Oh fuck yeah!” He groaned as my warm mouth began working his shaft. Wayne’s cock was incredibly hard. I could feel the veins bulging out on it. As he worked my mouth his huge balls would swing forward and smack me on the chin. I just knew that when all was said and done he was really going to unleash quite a load on me. I continued sucking as Wayne began pumping hard into my mouth. He was eager to get his rocks off. He looked over at Jeff who was attentively watching us. “Dude! This guy sucks a mean dick. No wonder you’ve been keeping him so busy.” Jeff took out his cigar. “I told you. He swallows too. In fact, he’ll do whatever you ask him for. Mitch is just a slave to dick. He can’t help it. In fact, he loves it…just needs a push in the right direction.” Wayne kept one hand on my head and was leading me through the motions as he talked with Jeff. “Really? How’s he fuck?” I felt butterflies in my stomach. Fucking Jeff was one thing. His cock may have been fat but it was only about five inches when hard. Wayne on the other hand was huge, at least twice as long as Jeff. Part of me wanted to quit right then and there, to end the whole thing. But I was in deep, there was no way Wayne was going to let me stop sucking him off. Jeff said, “Oh Mitch is great. His ass is so tight, and he’ll even do most of the work. You can just sit back and enjoy the ride.” “Great,” Wayne said. He looked down at me smiling. “I don’t think I’ll just enjoy the ride though. I’m going to do me some serious fucking.” With that he let out a moan and tightened his grip in my hair. “Here it comes boy!” As soon as the words left his mouth I felt a powerful blast of juice squirt from him into my mouth. It was more bitter than I was used to and I instinctively pulled back. “Oh no,” Wayne said. He pushed deeper into my mouth. “You swallow that load.” I did as I was told and looked up at Wayne. “See. You think you’re better than me just because you’ve got this place and a good job. But right now you’re on your knees with my cum in your mouth.” Wayne jiggled his shaft squeaking the last drops out. “And as soon as I get a few more beers and a smoke, this nine-inch cock is gonna fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. About an hour passed and I kept my eye on Wayne the whole time. He was downing beers pretty steadily and he kept glancing at me and just giving me an “I’m going to fuck you” smile. Still the night went smoothly enough. Jeff simply enjoyed the new porn tapes and casually stroked his cock while watching. Wayne had smoked a joint and was being uncharacteristically quiet. By the third movie they had both fallen asleep on the couch. I was pretty tired too so I quietly got up and walked into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth thoroughly because I could still taste Wayne’s cum. I had just finished washing my face when the bathroom door opened up. I looked over my shoulder to see Wayne enter and close the door behind him. “Hey there Mitch,” he said. “I hope you didn’t think I’d forgotten about you.” I could see that his cock was starting to show renewed signs of life in fact it quickly rose up and pointed straight at me. “Where’s Jeff keep the lube?” Wayne asked. I pointed to the cupboard drawer. Wayne opened it, pulled out the K-Y, and began greasing up his rock solid dick. “I’ve been waiting for this all night. Been a long time since I did me any fucking. Turn around.” I had a choice to make. I could obey Wayne, I could try and push past him and leave the bathroom, or else I could call out to Jeff for help. “Turn around,” Wayne said again. He moved closer and I was just about to call out when he continued talking. “Trust me, you want this. Nobody just lets himself be treated like this. Stop kidding yourself. I’ve seen you look at me when I come over. And I sure as hell felt the way you sucked my cock. You were pulling that cum out of me! Don’t deny it, you wanted to taste my load. It’s probably what turns you on. That a guy you’re repulsed by can come over here and have his way with your place and with you. Face it, you want me to fuck you.” The words hit home and I decided he was right. How many men would succumb to all of this for a simple bet? None. In my heart I knew I secretly loved this lifestyle, I just didn’t want to admit it to myself. I paused for a moment and then simply submitted. I turned around and gave in to Wayne. Wayne came up behind me. “Good boy.” I could smell the beer and cigarettes on him as he breathed over my shoulder. One of his hands began rubbing lube in my ass and I felt his fingers lead the way. He leaned me forward and entered me. His thrusts were long and slow. I couldn’t believe the sheer length of his huge cock as it spread my asshole wide. His strong hands were planted on my hips as he had his way with me, gripping tight with each push. “Ok, I’m giving you a choice Mitch,” Wayne said. “I can keep going easy like this or else I can show you what a real man fucks like. What do you want?” It only took me a moment. I looked over my shoulder into Wayne’s eyes and said, “Fuck me like a man.” Wayne didn’t need to hear it twice. He began pounding my ass like there was no tomorrow. His cock rammed deep into me. As he thrust one hand went to my shoulder and bent me down lower. The other hand began smacking my ass – hard. “Oh fuck yeah! Jeff was right. You’ve got a great ass!” I began to help Wayne and our momentum was incredible. His nuts slapped against me as he continued delivering his monster fucking. Our bodies were covered with sweat. As the next few minutes went by the temperature in the bathroom was smoldering. My ass was really feeling the power of this fucking when Wayne finally said, “Ok boy! Here it comes.” He pulled me as deep as he could and exploded inside of my ass. Long squirts of his cum launched into me as Wayne squeezed my hips tight and gasped for breath. He held me close for a while to be sure that every drop of his cum entered me. Finally he pulled out of me. “Thanks,” I said. “That was better than I expected.” Wayne however gave me a stern look. “Oh no. This won’t work, boy. We’re not going to be all friendly now. That’s not what you need.” I didn’t know what to say to this but before it mattered, Wayne continued. “I have to go to the bathroom,” he said. I tried to step around Wayne but he reached out an arm to stop me. “Where are you going?” He asked. “Well I was going to leave,” I said. Wayne smiled. “You don’t understand.” With that he motioned to the bathtub and pushed me towards it. “What are you doing?” I asked as he motioned me into the tub. Wayne pushed me down on my knees and I stared directly at his hard cock, still covered in his juice. “After that I can’t have you thinking I’m a nice guy. Besides, since you like being dominated so much, I’m sure you’ll really get off on this.” As soon as he said this a blast of piss came from his cock. He started at my head and began spraying his golden shower all over my body. The piss was incredible from all of the beer and it was steaming hot! I motioned for him to stop but Wayne didn’t care, he was back to being a typical asshole. His long piss continued as he emptied his bladder all over me. The bathroom was strong with the smell. Finally, his spray began to slow down and I opened my eyes and looked at him. Wayne smiled. “There’s a little left. Open your mouth.” “No.” Wayne laughed. “Look at you. You’ve had my cock in your mouth and ass tonight. I’ve fucked you. My cum is probably still dripping out of your ass. And guess what?” He paused waiting. “You loved every minute of it. You just love to be dominated and degraded. So what better way than to have a guy you can’t stand piss in your mouth.” I stared at him but didn’t budge. Wayne reached down and jammed his cock against my face. “Open your mouth boy because I’m going to piss in it.” I did as I was told and accepted the bitter salty juice from his rod. I swallowed what I was given and just watched as this dirty muscular redneck emptied the remains of his urine into me. Piss streamed into my mouth and down the sides of my face. At the time it was the most humiliating moment of my life. When he finished Wayne looked down at me. “Mitch, this is going to be fun.” “What do you mean?” I asked as I tried to ignore the taste in my mouth. Wayne washed his hands and looked over at me. "Well I can see you totally get off on all of this abuse, so I’ll be glad to come over regularly and treat you to my cock…and then treat you as my toilet. Do you have a problem with that?” Lying would have made no difference, and I had little dignity left. “No,” I said. Wayne laughed. “I didn’t think you would. And trust me, I’m just the guy you want. My ex-wife said I was all about domination. I’ll give you all that you want…and then some.” He opened the bathroom door and walked out to the living room, leaving me behind, covered in his piss. I couldn’t believe the levels I had dropped to. Surprisingly, as I looked down I noticed that I had an enormous erection. Wayne was right. The entire experience had turned me on. I decided I’d have to shower so I began to stand up just as Jeff entered. “Holy shit! Look at you!” Jeff said. I smiled, “Yeah, you fell asleep and look what happened.” “Damn, Wayne told me about it…but I had to see it with my own eyes.” Jeff walked over to the toilet and then paused. He turned towards me, his dick pointing at me. “What?” I asked. Jeff smiled. “Wayne said you loved this shit so I thought I’d give you a second helping.” “Well Jeff, we’re friends. It was different with Wayne, besides I –“ Jeff paid no attention. He pushed me down to my knees and began covering me with his piss. All he said was “Stop me if you want.” His spray was incredibly long and doubly hot. I could tell as Jeff unleashed on me that he loved every minute of my degradation and although I futilely held up a hand, I let him finish. As soon as he left the bathroom I began to masturbate. My cock was so hard that I just couldn’t help myself. I began stroking it and a few seconds later had the most intense orgasm that I’d ever had in my life. It was an orgasm that no amount of women or pussy could give me. I was convinced that this was what I wanted. From that point on Jeff and Wayne did plenty of other things to me. They tested my levels of submission like I could not have imagined. Sometimes I pretended to struggle but in the end I gave in to everything they asked for. Often Jeff would have me suck his cock while Wayne fucked me from behind. Sometimes they’d piss on me at the same time and then other times they’d just let their imaginations run wild. My life has changed so drastically over the past year that it often left me reeling when I thought about it. Ever since one simple bet I became a slave to cock and to Jeff and Wayne. And surprisingly it was an arrangement that made everyone happy. ……….

I started to watch the clock around 6 PM waiting for Ryan to text and by 7 PM I grabbed my phone to text him and I wrote three different text and kept erasing them. Here I was texting this tall hot guy I had just met about meeting up and I could not find a way to say I wanted to meet up without sounding like I wanted him to fuck me. Before I could try for a fourth time Derick text. Saved, I deleted this text also and flipped to Derick's text. Derick wrote, " Hey, Ryan said you want to do dinner tonight, we are heading to a buddies place to for a cook out you should meet us there." Then he sent the address. I was disappointed. Here I thought we were going out and would be in public but we were going to be another house party of sorts. I text him back I would see them there even though I did not want to the same thing to happen. I told myself I would be stronger and I would not drink. I made it there and I saw Derick's jeep right now front.. I walked in and Derick was telling a joke and I looked around to see if Ryan was in the room and he was not. Derick nodded to me as an acknowledgement that he knew I was there. I was standing alone and a guy introduced himself. I am Justin he said, Justin looked to be 28 or so and he was 5'11 and 200 pounds with big arms and this beautiful eyes. Baby blue, I could not help but stare into them. I am a friend of Derick I said and he thought for a minute and said I think I saw you last night at the party. I lost my coloring or so it seemed as I said yes I was there. He grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen and told me had wanted to introduce me to some friends and as we entered I saw a group of guys all around his age and one female who looked to be ten or so years older than I was. He introduced me to his buddies and in walked David. That guy is everywhere. This time he did not grab my ass but come by and grabbed a beer and said it was great to see me two nights in a row and he asked me if I had a good time last night. What did he mean by that, I got the feeling David was on of the guys who fucked me and I blushed. He continued to talk to some of the guys but never broker his line of site with me. I kept talking to Justin and his buddies and I was getting wet even tough I was blushing and I could not tell if it was David or Justin who was making me wet and horny. I hoped it was Justin. Just then Derick walked in and he grabbed me and told me how good it was to see me and that he missed hanging out last night and he handed me a beer. I told myself i was not going to drink but I felt safe all of a sudden and my nerves were a bit raw with David undressing me with his eyes. I drink it pretty fast and Justin replaced it almost immediately and put his hand on the small of my back. I was a little put off but at the same token I did not move and I started to feel tingly again. I recognized this tingly feeling from the night before when I was dreaming about Ryan. Had Justin triggered the same hormones in me that Ryan had. Justin took his hand off my back and wondered off for a few mutes and I felt naked. I was fully clothed but I was convinced that Dave had seen me naked and he was looking at me across the room remembering what I looked like naked. Was he the one who broke my nipple, dislocated it? I was feeling very vulnerable and Justin walked up behind me and slipped another beer in front of me. His arms were wrapped around me and I felt safe and he had his check against my back for a minute and then he returned to standing next to me. He replaced his hand on my back and I drank my beer. Derick wondered back over and he whispered in my ear, seems like you are having a great time. Glad you came out tonight. I giggled and he wandered off and I started to lean into Justin a little. It was weird, I felt safe but I needed to lean on him in order to keep my balance. He grabbed me from around and held me and we walked out of the kitchen. He grabbed a beer and said lets go talk. It seems like you need to talk to someone. I did not say anything and he helped me up the stairs and into a back room and we both sat on the bed. He looked at me and told me I was really beautiful and he wanted to know what I was thinking. I did not want to tell him what I was really thinking, my body kept screaming fuck me, please fuck me. Cum in me, I want you to cum in me. Instead I told him he was a really hot guy and he had the most beautiful eyes. He leaned in and kissed me, I kissed him back and I could not believe what I was doing. It was almost involuntary. I was making out with this hot guy and his hand slowly went from my hip to my lower back and then I heard my bra snap. He had just unhooked my bra. I grabbed it and pulled it out from my blouse and tossed it. Then he grabbed my right tit and breast and squeezed it and it felt great. It is a good thing the left tit was the wrecked one and hit was getting erect from the blouse rubbing on it but my right breast make me break off the kiss and moan a little. He kissed my neck and worked his way back to kissing me and then he let go of my breast. He was a great kisser but I am not sure that is why I seemed to be going in and out of it. He was holding me in place and I felt like if he let go of me I would fall back on the bed. It was just a couple minutes late rand that is just what he did. For the second night in a row I had ended up in bed almost helpless. What the fuck was I doing I thought. I felt one leg being lifted and my heals were take off and then the other. My skirt was pulled off and the panties were pulled off and then I felt myself being pulled all the way on the bed and my blouse taken off. I was naked again and I heard Justin say, you are right she is hot as fuck. I tried to lift my head to see who he was talking to but I could hardly move. Then I faintly heard a whisper. " she is all your for 20 minutes and then you have to pass her on. OMG, it was all about to happen all over again. Was I really going to be full of cum again tonight?

Hm... There may be something to that. When a Top’s excitement builds, I find mine building too, and when he cums, I feel a crescendo of sorts. Not an orgasm as such, but I do experience a “climax” that I can get absolutely no ther way than another man cumming inside me. And the deeper and more primal he is about it, the stronger the feeling is...

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

Thank you for all the kind comments and I appreciate your interest inn this story, initially it had just been written as a one-off…but as you like it so much I have expanded the story. Hope you like it? 2. Sore, yet wanting more. My ass lips remained puffy and swollen and my hole deliciously ached for days after my raw sexploits and I already knew I was hooked on getting more condomless breeding. For the next week every time it began to get dark my ass twitched wanting to be filled again and I thought about going back to the layby to see if Kyle or Jay and Renton really were there every night as they boasted? My hole won out and of course, I gave in to my craving for more Big Black Cock and getting bred raw again…I was hooked and had to check that layby out. So, I cleaned out douching all the mucus and debris away until the water ran clear, jock strap on under shorts and threw a singlet on, hopped in my car and was soon pulling up in an empty layby…but didn’t have to wait long before a pair of headlights pulled up and were switched off. My heart was thumping in my chest…I wasn’t sure of the etiquette here so pressed twice on the brake pedal to flash my brake lights. In the darkness peering into my rear-view mirror I could just about make out what appeared to be a rear door being opened and someone getting out, but no passenger light came on to confirm it. What to do? “Fuck it” I thought, “go investigate that’s what you are here for boy!” I got out and locked my car and made my stumbling way into the pitch black wooded area and felt a beefy hand grab me. “I kinda knew you’d be back someday soon, you ready for more black Daddy Dick to own and mark your lily white hole.” “Kyle is that you?” “Who the fuck else would it be dumbo” as he rubbed his meaty hand through my hair, then whistled…a few seconds later I heard doors opening and closings quickly followed by rustling in the undergrowth as Jay and Renton emerged to be either side of me and quickly put their arms around me and hugged me tight. It felt really good to have their hot bodies pressed up hard to me. To my dismay I found myself getting hard at their touch and the masculine musky fragrance of their bodies. The two of them grabbed my hands to rub over their bulging crotches and I found them both to be rock hard and without a word moved in to kiss me. I opened my mouth and let their tongues enter. The three of us kissed with a furious energy, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths and lips. Their saliva mixing with mine. Oh Fuck. I knew how this was going to end and I wanted it, badly. Kyle not wishing to be left out came up behind me and pressed his enormous hard cock into my butt crease as he whispered in my ear. “I want to fuck you deep and hard” as he ripped my shorts and jock strap down, my now freed hard cock sprang up splat against my stomach in a shower of precum as I heard him unbuckle his belt and undo his fly buttons as his jeans now fell to the ground. I pushed my ass onto his raging cock and he sniggered, “I guess that means yes please then?” I wriggled free of Jay & Renton, pulled down the front of Jay’s trackies and took his massive member into my mouth, working my tongue over his fat dickhead and playing with his ample foreskin swirled my tongue around the sensitive ridge of his gland. It tasted great and as I swallowed as much of his cock as I could my nose brushed his wiry pubic hair greeting me with a strong smell of dried piss and sweat, a wonderful aphrodisiac. Soon we were all naked in an enthusiastic foursome, I alternated between sucking their dicks as Kyle busied himself slurping on my needy asshole, as he immediately stuck his head between my ass cheeks and started working his tongue into my hungry hole. Rimming is something I love and Kyle knew how to eat ass. He kept going for a few minutes until my ass was nicely wet and loose. I was beyond rock hard, leaking precum like a broken faucet. Kyle looked up from between my legs and said. “I want to fuck you and load you up with my toxic bugs real bad.” Jay & Renton replied in unison “And then we can fuck you and get sloppy seconds and thirds.” All I could do was moan out approval as my mouth was spread wide around Jay’s slab of diseased meat. Kyle then kicked my legs wide and with his hand on my shoulder bent me further forwards and downwards until I gagged and my exposed quivering hole was slapped by his plumb like cockhead against my spit lubed hole a couple of times and as if by magic it opened fully allowing him to ease his way in. I was surprised how good his massive uncut cock felt sliding up into my hole stretching and rearranging the walls of my anal passage to the maximum as his deathstick slid in. “Fuck!” he said, “Your still pretty tight” He pushed harder and was soon balls deep in my hungry chute. He started fucking hard and fast and deep, slamming against my ass with every stroke, It didn’t take long for him to get close. As his breathing got heavier he eased up almost pulling all the way out teasing my ass lips as his bulbous cock head tugged on them on the out stroke then slammed back in balls deep. He did this a few times then speeded up again and I knew what I was about to get. “I’m gonna cum in your slut hole.” He barked not asking where I wanted him to cum, he was simply telling me exactly what he was going to do. “Gonna breed you with my toxic poz cum. Gonna knock you up boy.” My legs shook upon hearing this and I just lost it spraying Jay or Renton’s throat with my cum as I’d lost track of who was where in the darkness. “Yeah that’s it baby boy your hole is milking my Poz cargo right out of my balls, your body willingly wanting to accept my life changing payload!” He thrust hard and bottomed deep in my hole which continued to spasm around his hot hard flesh as I felt his poisonous cum flood my battered bowels. Pushed further forward I was fully impaled on the rock-hard cock buried down my throat but not for long as they wasted no time trading places, as Kyle roughly yanked out walked around in front of me and presented his still hard slimy cock for me to suck clean. I could taste my own ass juices, his diseased cum and a knowing coppery taste that I just wanted to share. I stood up and kissed him deeply to his obvious delight. “I’m going to fuck you raw just as a slut like you deserves.” I recognised Jay’s voice. He stepped closer and I felt his cockhead press against my gaping hole, I wrapped my arms around to hug Kyle, stopped moving and arched my ass outwards to let Jay enter. His cock is a little smaller than Kyle so his dick slipped easily up my stretched cum slick chute. “Hey, I want to fuck too and since you already have a dick in Whitey Boy here I guess I’ll have to fuck you.” Renton said to Jay as he slammed in to him to start a daisy chain fuck. Jay obviously loved the feeling and stimulation as I felt his cock become Super Hard as he simultaneously began fucking himself on Renton’s ample cock whilst sawing in and out of me. Despite being stretched and battered I still knew how to work all the muscles in my anal canal to give him the maximum pleasure as he thrust in and out even harder making me moan out loud which only served to spur Jay on even more. All too soon the stimulation was too much as he thrust home burying his cock to the hilt, I groaned with pleasure, he started fucking hard with long strokes almost pulling all the way out and then slamming back in. “You still have a nice tight ass for me to wreck. You like this?” “Yeah. Give it to me hard. I need it so badly.” I replied without thinking or hesitation, caught up in the moment and to hell with the consequences. “Yeah slut. I know you’ve wanted this. Wanted IT for a long time. You bug chasing slut!” I gave in to the pleasure and mumbled in agreement as he picked up the pace once more. Now Jay was pulling all the way out before thrusting in again. I could hear that he was starting to breath heavily and was obviously on the point of no return. I just pushed back my ass against his crotch in an attempt to take him as deep as possible. As I did I felt his cock start to swell and throb and I heard him whisper, “Take my dirty load, you dirty slut” and he started shooting deep into my guts pulse after pulse of Poz cum spraying my ripped up innards. Once he was done, he waited a few moments before pulling out. Then he too walked around in front of me and presented his slimy cock for me to suck clean, which I greedily slurped down cleaning his dick of my ass juices and his cum which also had that tell-tale coppery taste to it. As soon as Jay had finished shooting and pulling out Renton was lining his huge and now very wet cock up and sliding straight into me as it was already open and slick from the two loads in my ass. Renton evidently had been close a few times while fucking Jay, as it only took a few thrusts before he bred me as well. “Gonna poz you, you slut.” I felt him ram against my hole as he started to cum flooding me with a torrent of Poz spooge. Now that I had been well and truly broken in, the three of them spent ages sucking and fucking me until they had all cum a few times and I had multiple loads deeply planted in my destroyed ass. These guys were insatiable. My hole throbbed and ached as did my cock and balls and my throat felt raw from all the cock I had taken and now I couldn’t continue anymore so bade my farewell. I couldn’t be bothered with my clothes so staggered in to my car naked and drove home leaving the driver’s seat with a cummy stain as a souvenir of this night’s nocturnal activities. Was it the only souvenir of the night or had the deed already been done that first time?

It depends on you. The only way you'll like the idea of sucking cock and actually want to do it is if you go through little phases of liking boys sometimes like you do girls (if you do like girls). How you act when you're around a boy you like will determine if you're destined to be a top, bottom, or versatile. For instance; I sucked my first cock when I was in my early 20's. Before that though I grew up imagining I was a girl, had a 'close encounter' with a friend who lived next door, various times when I snuck off with my guy cousins and they started fondling and kissing me, then I would go into gay chatrooms, or regular chatrooms pretending to be a girl, and teased the guys. So when I actually did suck my first cock I had years of developing that side of me that I let him fuck me and had no reservations about it. The worse thing you can do is force yourself. Sticking another guy's cock is something that can't really get rid of, and if you're the timid type, it can scar you mentally. Sucking cock, though, can be kept secretive if you choose to. Besides growing up with a nagging girlie side to me, the way I really knew I was ready to suck cock was when I fantasized so deeply about it that I could feel something going in my mouth and down my throat as I inadvertently opened my mouth. It built up to where I couldn't take it anymore, and thus I am the complete sexual fuckup I am today. If you're not ready to take that leap, don't do it! Keep it a fantasy. And for god's sake don't suck cock while you're in a relationship with a girl unless she's okay with it.

sounds more like an std than anything caused by the pa. go to the doctor.

Part 2: Want Some Chocolate Sprinkles? “Look, you got some good ass, you was here, I was ready, it was business. Here’s my card. If you got the bank and need a delivery, I got boys who can roll through with anything on the menu – and I mean anything.” Those were the last words the ice cream truck driver had said to me last summer; right after he had collared and chained me inside his truck, drugged me up on Tina, fucked me raw and rough, and bred me deep with his long, thick, black dick. The past several months I have planned work so I could take some leave and have one, long weekend a month where I would dial that number and place my order. The ice cream man’s voice was enough to make my ass cream, buried within the few words he would speak to me each time were the memories: the pair of size 13 boots and a pair of bare legs sticking out from the other side of the tree – legs that looked like mini-tree trunks themselves, thick, and sturdy the whiff of his cigar how his hair was cut low and tight, and he had a nice thick beard with skin that was a rich, dark ebony how his gold wedding band flashed brightly as his fingers rose up and down in motion like he was playing a piano on his mandingo instrument how he asked, “So you trying to be a bitch for a big dick?” then as he placed the leather collar and chain around my neck said, “Bitches need to be chained up if they want to get mounted by the big dawg knot.” all that before he stuffed my hole with an ice-pop of his nutt, made me snort Tina before forcing me to lick crystals off his dick and burying some big shards up my ass and finally making my hole open, wet, and sloppy just how he liked it!!! The first time I pulled out his card and debated what to do I thought he was pretty fucking brilliant. The card said, 3-SQUARES CATERING - WE DELIVER ONLY THE HIGHEST QUALITY, FRESHEST MEALS, FOR EVERY OCCASION. Then when I called I asked about seeing him again and he ignored my question and said gruffly, “What the fuck’s your order? When do you want it?” He then blew his stack when I said, “Uh, maybe a baggy of crystal and…” and literally screamed in the phone, “WE DON’T CATER FANCY DINNERS - SO IT’S ALL PAPER PLATES AND PLASTIC!” before dishing out a series of “dumb asses.” I didn’t understand what he meant at all and was pissed that he was pissed like how the fuck would I know what to say or do? Not like he explained before kicking me to the curb with an ass full of nutt. He huffed, then said more calmly, “That’ll be an order of Surf-N-Turf, extra rare, double sauce on the side, with chocolate roll for dessert. Your delivery will be there in 30 to 60 minutes, cash only.” So, from that first order I learned Surf-N-Turf was a small baggy of Tina/crystal (the Surf was - according to my server/delivery man/gigolo - code for Tina on Gilligan’s Island - seemed like a stretch to me but hey); the Turf was one of his boys who would have at least 10 inches (real inches not that fake shit dudes trying to pass off on the internet); that extra rare meant bareback and raw fucking; double sauce on the side meant I would get at least two loads in my ass as the boys were young, hood thugs who could double tap with barely breaking a sweat; and finally the chocolate roll for dessert meant it would be BBC. Maybe he had other races in the mix, but that’s what he offered and what I took and was fucking happy! The second time I called I placed my order without incident and when he asked if my last order had been delivered on time and the meal cooked to my satisfaction my only complaint had been his boy had snorted ⅔ of my baggy of Tina in the hour he was with me fucking. But, my hole ached for days after so if they had been on Yelp it would have been five stars all the way. I had enjoyed the deliveries and never once was disappointed. When I called the second time I was offered the chance to have the same driver deliver as, “he is already in the area,” but I passed and said, “That’s OK, I’ll wait for the next one as I am in no rush.” Every guy the ice cream man sent was rough, thuggish, with a huge dick, tons of sperm, and willing to throw a no-holds-barred fuck. Well worth the time and money. Since they were keeping my hole used and abused, I didn’t focus on the ice cream man anymore, although I still jerked off thinking about that day. Fast forward to spring, April in DC, and it is Cherry Blossom Festival time. While the city is beautiful this time of year all of the fucking tourists drive me crazy. With that said, I still decided to go the final event of the Festival, which was to see the fireworks down on the river right near my condo. The fireworks were scheduled to start at 9:00 p.m., and I got down there about 8:30 to walk around a bit, listen to the live band, see the booths they had set up, and just chill and mingle. I was lost in thought looking at some paintings a local artist was selling under a small tent when a strong hand clamped the back of my neck, squeezed hard, and a faintly familiar, yet clearly drunk/high voice said, “I think it’s about time you start upping on your orders. My pocket’s feeling light.” I turned, my mouth gaped, the hand squeezed harder as the ice cream man’s cigar smoke breath washed over me when he said - loud enough to make people turn and stare - “So bitch, you trying to get that pussy sloppy and filled with black syrup?” In response I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cash and from between the folds of the $20 bills extracted my black credit card and held it up, “Let’s see what’s on the menu tonight!” The ice cream man choked, coughed, sputtered and laughed and in the midst of trying to hold himself together dropped his cigar, which sent him into a fit of swearing, followed by disdained ‘hushes’ from people nearby reminding him there were children about. Once he pulled himself together, the ice cream man looked around and said, “Fuck I hate kids,” gripped my neck and started guiding me through the crowd. He didn’t say a word as we made our way up to Waterfront Street, then he stopped, relit his cigar, took a big puff, and smiled as he waved the lit stogie towards the right. “Boy’s doing alright it seems.” I looked where he pointed and there was his beat up ice cream truck with a younger guy working the window, hustling cones and frozen delights like an expert juggler. “My nephew just got out from doing a dime,” the ice cream man said as he looked at his vending truck. “Bout time he fucking grows up and learns a trade, so now he’s with me. Shit - this life is for the young folks you know what I mean? Time for me to ease out of the game, shift my focus and hustle, spend more time fuckin-loving-and-leaving-pussy-wet then slinging shit. You know what I mean?” I glanced at his nephew, who looked too young to have done 10 years in prison so he must have gone in as a juvenile. He was not handsome in the classic sense by any stretch, but he was masculine as hell and I could see tatts on his face, back of his hands, his arms were covered, and more peeked up through the scoop in his white tank top. He had semi-long dreads and my asshole quivered. I jumped as an insistent finger poked at my hole and the ice cream man laughed, “Fuck, you a dick hungry bitch! I can hear that ass clapping for it already and I ain’t even busted you back open yet. Come on. You tonight’s menu and bout time my nephew learns a new hustle.” I followed the ice cream man to the back of the truck. He threw open the door, climbed in, I went up the two-steps behind him, and paused as he said slammed his hand down on the cooler, “Time to go. Shut the shit down.” His nephew looked to him, to me, then started to object, but the ice cream man was having none of it, “ I SAID SHUT THE SHIT DOWN. YOU - THERE - GET THE FUCK BACK FROM MY TRUCK UNLESS YOU WANT TO GET RUN OVER. GET NOW. GET!!” The nephew gave me a dirty look as he hustled out the back and amidst the cries from kids saying, “Daddy I want an ice cream!” picked up their display boards, tethered the window shut, made the final adjustments, and hopped back in as his Uncle revved the engine and turned on the soundtrack. The musical chimes still sounded like it was on its last leg – off tune, missing beats, and volume that faded in and out. “Let me drive. You go deal with - with whatever the fuck that is,” the nephew said as he fought his Uncle for the seat and steering wheel while glaring at me. The ice cream man laughed, dropped his cigar stub on the metal floor and stomped it out, then said, “Fucking fine. Just get us out of here. Go - hell I don’t give a shit where. Go to the reup drop. That’ll work.” The ice cream truck belched, revved, and swayed back and forth as it slowly wound its way out of the crowds and towards M Street SW. By the time we hit M Street, I was naked, with a collar around my neck, and a pair of leather cuffs on my wrists that were connected with chains like I was in a prison transport. The ice cream man took the chain hanging down my back from the collar and looped it through the chain connecting my wrists before reaching up and snapping the end into a metal eye hook suspended in the ceiling. I was facing forward - my arms suspended now - and kept meeting the nephew’s gaze as he looked in the rearview mirror trying to figure out what the fuck his Uncle was doing. Each gasp from my throat when his Uncle would roughly jam a shard of Tina up my ass would make his eyes flit my way, then quickly back to the road as we made our way into Northeast DC. By the time the ice cream truck halted, and the nephew set it in park, turned the engine off, then stood up to join us, my ass was stuffed with Tina and frozen nutt like I was a damn Piñata. Except the candy would take an awful long, big bat to find and I couldn’t wait to get busted open. “That pussy still good?” the ice cream man asked me. I almost purred as the Tina sloughed away inside my burning rectum. “Slide your dick up in there boy,” the ice cream man said to his nephew as he pointed at my stuffed ass. The nephew shook his head in objection, “Naw man Unc, I ain’t no fag and shit.” His Uncle laughed, “Boy I know you had them faggies on their knees swallowing that joint when you were inside and bred them every chance you got. So don’t be fronting with me now.” The nephew paused to think and consider, “Well yeah, but it wasn’t like that. On the inside that’s just how shit goes. Don’t mean nothing.” The ice cream man gave my white ass a big smack, spun me back around as I stood on the balls of my feet trying not to swing too far, “Right, and don’t mean nothing out here neither. I love your auntie. You know I been to hell and back with that woman, but fuck, I can’t even get her to touch my dick any more let alone give it up. These white asses like this - they serve the purpose just fine. Lesson #1, don’t get wrapped up in no drama with some side chick because they will fuck your business up. Trust me. That’s nothing you ever want to bring home and your girl/wife will always find out - always. Lesson #2, his ass is pussy. Pink pussy eager for BBC ain’t that right? When I say get lost you gone. Ain’t that right? When I say lick my fucking ass your tongue be flapping. Ain’t that right? When I say show me them stackz and buy my product, you be asking how thick do I want them and give me the entire fucking menu. Ain’t that right?” I eagerly said, “YES SIR!” to it all. The schooling continued, “Lesson #3, target them DILFs, especially them white professional guys who all clean cut during the workday but on the weekends and when the lights down, they the freakiest of the bunch. Ain’t that right?” the ice cream mean asked. Like I really needed to responded hanging naked from a chain as I was. He went on, “They got the cash to spend. This truck? It’s a hustle. That dope we sling? It’s a hustle. Snag and grab them wallets that willing to take some dick on the side too, now that’s a double hustle.” The ice cream man smacked my ass hard then said, “Tell my nephew here what your favorite take out order is?” I easily recited it, “Surf-N-Turf, extra rare, double sauce on the side, with chocolate roll for dessert.” The ice cream man laughed, smacked me again, and then asked, “And what you trying to order today?” as he waved by credit card around. “Double of everything?” I asked. He laughed again and replied, “Well, let’s start with that and see where things go.” Shit. I was always up for a little fun, but maybe this was more than I was ready for. My thoughts about trying to back out were interrupted as the ice cream man tossed a couple of baggies of Tina towards his nephew before inspecting his box, then turned and said, “Now you two go on ahead and get on it while I go inside to the reup and hook up with the boys. Lesson #4, the key to this double hustle is you got to get your shit hard and ready in 30 seconds flat with no sucking or help from them cause sometimes you only got a minute to get in there and dump that load. That’s what they all want - feeling that mandingo monster burning their hole and wetting it up with baby batter. You can try to fake that shit, but trust, to get the repeat ass you gotta drop some chunks. That’s just good customer service.” The nephew shook his head trying to take it all in as he leaned back against one of the coolers, lit a cigarette, then started to rearrange the baggies like little plastic soldiers being lined up for a battle. His Uncle lit a fresh cigar and just as he got to the back door he turned and said, “And boy, lesson #5 - you ain’t never the bitch and no money in the world is worth flipping. Remember you the top dawg - always! They’re the bitches and can always tell when a top be faking and ain’t nothing more than a bitch with a strap on. You remember them Pit Bulls your granddaddy used to breed and train up? You remember how he always strapped the bitch down so the best fighters could mount her and knock her up with puppies? Just like that. This hustle ain’t about being sweet and precious and all that shit. It’s about raw, rough fucking and you getting your nutt and them filling your wallet.” His lessons done, the ice cream man stepped down out of the truck, closed the door, and left me alone with his nephew. The nephew exhaled a cloud of cigarette smoke, casually tapped his ash onto the floor of the ice cream truck, then set the still it cigarette on the edge of the ice cream cooler. I couldn’t help but think there must laws against that kind of shit right? Food service rules and all? Yet this was a drug dealer’s truck so I guess the bigger risk was mixing up powdered sugar for the waffle cones with a bag of cocaine or some shit. He pulled open one of the baggies, dumped some rock on the stainless cooler top, grabbed a spoon from one of those plastic silverware caddies with holes in it, and started to crush the rock up. He reached in his pocket; pulled out a motley mix of bills and cards, found a card he liked, and started to use that to scoop the crushed crystal into lines. He then reached up on a shelf, grabbed a box, pulled out a razor blade, and continued to cut the rock down into snortable bits. Satisfied, he grabbed a straw from a box on the corner, tore the paper cover off and tossed the remnants to the side, laid the straw on the counter and cut it with the razor, then bent over and snorted a couple big lines. “You sure you should be snorting that?” I asked, “Won’t you get Tina dick?” The nephew wiped his nose, squinted, set the straw down, unbuckled his pants and let his monster out. He wasn’t wearing underwear and I could smell his ripe, rank, musty balls and unwashed dick head from where I was. I inhaled the man musk as he stroked it once - twice - then BINGO! His long dick stiffened right up to a hefty 10+inches. He grinned at me with a ‘fuck you’ smirk, then snorted some more. “Hey, what about me? Don’t I get some too?” I asked. The nephew took a couple shuffled steps towards me, his pants still down around his ankles, his hard dick making me spin on the chain as he steered past me. He reached up, unlatched the chain from the eyehook. I rotated my shoulders to get the blood flowing in my arms and walked over to the counter, grabbed the straw with my cuffed/chained hands, and bent over and snorted the fresh crush. I stood up, started to wipe my nose, then got startled as the nephew was now right behind me, both hands holding my neck, his fingers squeezing between my flesh and the leather collar, “So is my Uncle right? You just want to get it raw, rough, and deep? Want some jail dick? Want to be fucked like a prison bitch? Make you take this dick!” I grunted as he pushed his dick head into my puckered hole, which was clenched tight from the crystal shards his Uncle had put in there. The nephew swore, pulled back, spit on his hand but I stopped him, “No - fuck it dry. I want to feel it push through then once you in, it’ll be wet - I promise.” The black dick was back at my hole, more forcefully, and the nephew asked, “Why will it be wet? You already been fucked?” I laughed, “No, your Uncle shoved one of his nutt-pops in there. Said he likes sloppy pussy.” I yelped a little as his dry dick split my hole, pushed in, then went rigid as he tore through and spread my guts open in one, deep stroke. “Oh yeah,” he said, “Wet, sloppy pussy. Juicy. Bend the fuck over, let me long dick that hole,” my new deliveryman said. I was happy to oblige and closed my eyes and relished the feel of his pounding as my hole got worked. Far too soon he pulled up, yanked his dick out, grabbed the collar and stood me up and handed me a plastic tub and said, “Squat and let that shit out. I want that pussy dry now so all you feel is my nutt.” I did as I was told and watched as he kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his pants, and pulled his t-shirt off. His chest and torso were covered in tatts but they were fucked up looking and all scarred, ridged, like the skin/ink was half missing in places. The nephew rubbed his hands over his body, “Jailhouse shit. Dirty needle I guess, they got infected.” Christ. While it was a little hard moving around inside the ice cream truck, in nothing flat the nephew had put a couple of cardboard boxes down on the floor, and stomped on them flat - his big dawg feet nails clicking on the metal floor as he pushed me down onto my stomach. “Arch that back bitch,” he said as his young dick split my hole dry, raw, and rough. I tried grabbing at the leather collar with one hand to try to ease his pull when he slapped my head, yanked back on the collar harder, and angled his dick to the right - left - then straight in deep. “YEAH MY UNCLE WAS RIGHT. JUST LIKE JAIL. SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TAKE THIS DICK. YOU DON’T WANT TO WAKE YOUR CELLIE OR LET THE GUARDS HEAR. YOU WANT SOME BABIES? SOME PRISON DICK BABIES? YEAH YOU A GOOD FUCKED UP BITCH - FAGGOT FOR MY BLACK DICK - HUNGRY PUSSY THAT I’M MAKING WET. CATCH THIS NUTT - PUSH THAT ASS BACK - CATCH THIS NUTT - 30 SECOND NUTT COMING THROUGH, READY TO FLOOD THEM GUTS, FILL YOU UP - LEAVE YOU DRIPPING. FUCK YEAH, SHOOTING IN YOU RAW YOU NASTY SLUT - PRISON SLUT - TAKE IT - TAKE IT - GRRRRR….” BBC cum was dripping out of my hole and puddling on the cardboard beneath me. The ice cream man’s nephew had just bred me raw, yet he was not done. Having snorted the remainder of the crushed up Tina, he yanked me up by the collar, had me sit u on the ice cream cooler and lean back so he could lift my legs up on his arms, then he slammed back in. When his Uncle opened the door and stepped in a minute later, his nephew didn’t pause a stroke, and beat it harder and faster and let his Uncle watch as he dumped another load. “TAKE THIS FUCKING LOAD - GOOD PRISON TRADE PUSSY RIGHT HERE - HUSTLE THAT SHIT - TRADE THAT PUSSY FOR CIGARETTES. YOU TRYING TO GET PIMPED? YEAH YOU ARE. I’M YOUR BOSS AND YOU WILL DO WHAT THE FUCK I SAY - OPEN THAT PINK PUSSY UP - OPEN THAT UP - LET ME NUTT IT UP AGAIN. HERE YOU GO - HERE YOU GO - PRISON DICK IN THAT DILF ASS - FUCKING PUSSY ASS - FUCKING….AAAAAAHHHH - YYYEEESSS!” Having satisfied his need, the nephew promptly yanked his dick out, dropped my legs, and laughed as I scrambled not to fall off the cooler. My hands being chained was making it touch as I twisted, turned, and tried to find a dignified way to dismount. “WHERE THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU GOING?” the ice cream man bellowed as he set his cigar firmly between his teeth, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his whopper. “YOU KNOW I LIKE SLOPPY PUSSY AND I GOT SOME HOT CHOCOLATE SAUCE RIGHT HERE FOR YOU. COME ON BOY; HOLD HIS LEGS BACK UP SO I CAN STUFF IT FULL OF SPRINKLES AGAIN. FREE LESSON FOR YOU - JAM THOSE BIG SHARDS DEEP AND SCRATCH IT UP - MAKES THAT PUSSY TWITCH AND CONVULSE AND FUCKS THEM RIGHT UP AND THEIR TRAPS GET SO HUNGRY THEY LET YOU RAPE FUCK IT HOW YOU WANT. AIN’T THAT RIGHT?” I could only moan as I leaned back against the ice cream truck wall, lost in the sensations of the cold cooler under my body while thick fingers stuffed me with Tina and set my ass on fire. “HHHMMMM - YES - TWO SCOOPS HOLE FULL OF FUDGE NUTT,” the ice cream man said as he parted my ass lips and eased in, “HERE BOY, KEEP THIS SMOKE GOING FOR ME WHILE GIVE HIM ANOTHER FLAVOR.” His nephew took his cigar and set it between his teeth and huffed and puffed on it while he stroked his dick back to readiness as he watched his Uncle bang me. “GET THE FUCK OFF THERE. I WANT YOU TO BEND OVER AND SHOW ME THAT HOLE SO I CAN FIND THAT THIRD HOLE,” the ice cream man growled. I was roughly dragged off the cooler, turned around, slammed face down and bent over and howled in pain as he started to brutal fuck me. OK, well in honesty not ‘pain’ really - discomfort, sure - but I knew he liked it when he thought it was hurting. “THIS IS HOW YOU DO IT. NO MERCY AT ALL. JUST SLAM THE FUCK IN - GO DEEP - AND PULL OUT AND SLAM BACK IN. GOTTA KEEP SHIT MOVING AND DON’T HAVE TIME TO FUCKING WALK IN THE PARK. LEAVE THEM SORE, HURT, AND FILLED WITH NUTT AND THEY BE CALLING FOR DELIVERIES MORE THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE. WHY? CAUSE NO ONE ELSE FUCKS THEM LIKE THIS. THEY MIGHT GET OTHER DICK - BUT NOT HOOD DICK - NOT ROUGH DICK - NOT DICK THAT WILL TAKE IT WITH FORCE AND USE THEIR ASS WITHOUT GIVING A FUCK ABOUT HOW THEY FEEL. AIN’T THAT RIGHT?” I could only mumble a week, “Yes Sir,” as he blended those Tina rocks into my guts and prepped my hole for another breeding. “PUSH BACK NOW, TRY TO FIGHT IT, THAT’S IT FUCKING SLOPPY BITCH ASS - THAT’S IT - FEEL THAT GOOD GOOD SLAMMING YOU - FEEL THAT BBC SWELLING - FEEL ME POLLINATING THAT ASS WITH MY SEED - FEEL ME ADDING A PINT OF HOT SYRUP - OH YEAH - HERE IT GOES - RIGHT IN THAT HOLE - RIGHT IN THAT HOLE - CHOCO VANILLA SWIRL, MY FUCKING FAVORITE!” Having shown his nephew how to drop that nutt on the hustle, the ice cream man pulled out his milk crate, sat down, leaned back, and puffed on his cigar. When his nephew frantically grabbed my hips, dug his nails in and slammed back into me with all his might, in a frantic, desperate need to cum once more the iced cream man just laughed and said, “There you go my man. The torch has been passed to a new generation.” About 60-seconds later more BBC-family nutt was running down my leg as the ice cream man stuck the end of his cigar into my cummy/Tina filled hole, scooped it out, then smacked his lips as he huffed again. He looked at me and said, “I WANT TO SEE HOW HUNGRY THAT ASS IS - YOU EVER TAKEN 12 INCHES? 13? IT’S ONLY A BIT BIGGER. WELL A BIT LONGER ANYWAYS. THICK AS MY WRIST THOUGH. I BET YOU CAN. NO CHOICE REALLY - MORE LIKE YOU WILL TAKE IT. HEY BOY, CRUSH UP SOME MORE OF THAT SHIT, LET’S PACK THAT CHUTE, THEN GO IN AND TELL THE GUYS HE’S READY.” Still smacking his ass pussy flavored cigar the ice cream man stood up, grabbed my chains, hooked me back to the ceiling, then reached into a box and pulled out a rag and stuffed it in my mouth. He grinned then said, “I THINK YOU MAY SCREAM ON THESE ONES, BUT THAT’S COOL - TRY - TOLD THEM THIS WAS A NO LIMITS FUCK. YOU WANT SOME MORE SPRINKLES?” (*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!)

Master and I went some what easy on that cum slut last night. We want to ensure he comes back for more. I do have to say taking his hard cock balls deep in my tight hole was outstanding. He started getting into it once he had his cock in my hole. Saying oh yeah it does feel better to fuck bare. I said yeah it does. Once he was ready to explode he asked do you want me to pull out? I said fuck no fuck me harder fill me with that load give it to me. He let out a scream that would have woke the dead when he pumped his load into my hole. All I said is keep fucking fuck it in. That gym cum slut is like me he never got soft he kept right on fucking me so Master stepped behind him and sank his cock balls deep into his hole forcing him to bend over me so he could take masters cock. I started licking and kissing him next thing I know we were swapping spit. NO way in hell is he just a regular gay guy that wants to mess around, he is a pig just like me. I took his second load as my Master was pounding his hole forcing him to stay buried deep in my hole until he was done Breeding him with his 3rd load. By the time he headed home he had 5 toxic loads in him. I had 2 loads from him in my hole and we had swapped enough spit to Poz any boy. He looked at me and said I wont be at the gym until Monday as he is heading to his parents for Easter. I cant wait until Monday As for the Chastity Cage we let him go without locking it back on. Master said we have plenty of time for that when he returns. I would say he is on the way to the fuck flu he felt HOT like he had a fever I said yeah that fucking flu that's going around is nasty. He never caught on to what I meant.

Part 2 ........................... I had no more than two and a half hours sleep before my alarm was waking me up for my morning jog. I dressed and left the apartment for my usual six-miler which was my time for contemplation, although today I was having thoughts about just one thing, pozzing my gorgeous nephew and all the other things I wanted to do to him. I got back to my apartment and even before I opened the door I could hear the argument ensuing inside. I stepped in and the distinct and irate voices of my sister and her son could be heard clearly. “You’re not fucking dropping out of school,” my sister shouted at her son. “It’s my fucking life. I’ll do what I want” was the equally loud response. Walking into the lounge I found my sister and her half-dressed son almost nose to nose, red faced and glaring at each other. It was wrong but my cock twitched again at the sight of my beautifully bare chested nephew but swiftly putting that aside, “What the hell’s the matter?” I asked. There was a moments pause before each turned and started shouting their response simultaneously at me. “Guys, time-out”, I said holding up my hand. “Jane, what’s wrong?" Ethan crossed his arms and fumed, but remained silent. “It was all decided. He was going to University starting this year and I awoke this morning to his announcement that overnight everything has changed and he wants to move to London and have a life down here,” she blurted without pausing. I looked at Ethan who just continued to glare at his mother but the sinking feeling began to spread that somehow I might possibly have done more than infect my nephew’s body last night, maybe I’d poisoned his mind too. Exploring the issue I asked “Ethan why do you want to give up University and come to London?” “I want what you have. I want to work and enjoy myself as you do,” he replied. I noticed he placed a bit too much emphasis on the word ‘enjoy’ than I liked to hear. “Ethan, I went to Uni and I’ve worked hard to live like this. It hasn't been easy,” I said as kindly as I could. “You see. I told you that” Jane shot back at Ethan. Ethan glared at me too now and before I got both barrels from him, “Listen Jane. Why doesn’t Ethan stay with me for a few weeks and I’ll show him what the opportunities are like here for him. There are some great Uni’s down here. Maybe there’s a compromise we can explore,” I said. Ethan’s face immediately changed from angry teenager to ecstatic teenager in an instant. Clearly Ethan thought this was an excellent idea. Jane’s expression softened a bit as she looked at me for a moment to contemplate my suggestion, only to bluntly ask “You’d help him? Why now though?” I had to think quickly myself but then It dawned on me that being Ethan's uncle gave me an inherent position from which to speak, so using my best brotherly charm voice I answered "Listen I haven’t been around to help you guys. Let me do this. I’ve got some great contacts, we can look at Universities and I’ll help sort accommodation if it’s what Ethan wants.” With my best brotherly charm. Jane looked almost pacified as she shot Ethan a stern glance then looking back at me, “Alright, we can at least explore the option. We have time I suppose”, she finally relented. “Thanks Uncle” Ethan said grinning like some mad Cheshire cat. I smiled back knowing full well what was exciting my nephew right now and it wasn’t the thought of looking at Universities in London! “Sis, why don’t you take a shower and I’ll freshen up and make us breakfast," I suggested. She smiled at me and on leaving the room she kissed me on the cheek. When I heard Jane's bedroom door close I asked “Ethan, is this because of last night?” Ethan moved quickly and was on me kissing me hard. I didn’t want to but I broke the kiss quickly, “Careful” I said looking behind me. “If you pozzed me last night I’m probably going to get sick in a few weeks. How will I hide that from her? She opens my post. What happens when she sees the doctor’s letters?” he asked, giving me his puppy dog eyes. I looked at him for a few moments contemplating the consequences of what I’d done to him but I couldn’t help feel excited about what I could get up to with a hot kid like Ethan living under my roof. “Will you never tell your mother if you become HIV positive?” I asked without really thinking it through. “Will you?” he replied smiling back, hand on my chest. “I guess you have me there.” I said grinning, “But one step at time. I need to think this all through and I’m desperate for a piss and a shower.” “Let me Uncle” Ethan replied with a wicked little smile and with that he dropped to his knees and pulled my shorts and briefs down. My cock was placid, sweaty and no doubt musty smelling but Ethan gently held it, kissed it and licked it, pulling my foreskin back and using his tongue to tickle the end of my cock and especially my urethra, expertly coaxing a torrent of piss out of me. I swear he never spilled a drop, drinking all I could give him as he stared up at me gulping down my amber nectar. After I finished he licked his lips, stood up and we kissed so hard. I could taste my urine in his mouth, he was driving me wild. The rest of the visit was much happier with Jane seemingly relieved and happy to receive my help with her son, while Ethan was ecstatically happy about staying with me for a while. I was a little taken aback during one conversation when Jane asked Ethan how his boyfriend would feel about me coming to live in London. “He’ll be cool, he wants the best for me and he can come visit us, right Uncle?” he asked with a twisted little grin which I knew had some double meaning. “I guess, but I didn’t realise you were still with him?” I asked, giving Ethan an equally probing stare back. Later when Jane had gone to bed and Ethan and I were still polishing off a bottle of wine, “So you have a boyfriend?” I asked him. “Er yeah, Chris” he replied “And what will you tell him?” I asked “Oh he’s cool. Besides I thought you might like breeding him as well,” Ethan replied with a lusty smile. My cock was rock hard and I didn’t care. I was quite well oiled and my sexy nephew was equally pissed, and he was seated in front of me, telling me he wanted me to breed his boyfriend. I was so turned on. “And he wants it too?” I asked. “I don’t know, but does it matter?” he shot back with that evil grin of his again. “You’re deliciously dangerous young Ethan” I replied grinning back, “I think this will be fun” That night I fucked Ethan until the early hours again only this time I was much rougher with him. He was becoming the the kind of sub slut that I love to treat very badly. Ethan loved every bit of it especially when I plunged a tooth brush into his ass hole and ravaged his anal passage, drawing it out to show him the blood. After three more loads inside his cunt and one down his throat I knew he was well on the way to his desire of being positive. I must admit when Jane and Ethan left on Sunday morning it was with a little tinge of disappointment. This visit had been amazing on many levels but not least the revelation that was Ethan. Over the next few days my mind was pre-occupied with the thought of Ethan, so even when I engaged the 22-year-old rent boy from Sleepyboy to come round and massage me, ravaging the sexy whore's cunt with two deadly loads still wasn’t as exciting or as fulfilling as fucking my nephew. Not until Wednesday evening when I received a telephone from Ethan that my excitement began to return as he informed me that he’d sorted things out his end and wanted to come up on Friday and spend a few weeks with me. I was just about to say Friday was fine when it suddenly dawned on me I had a major board meeting with one of my business interests which would likely end with the CEO and the Artistic Director of the company coming back to mine for a late night drink session which always ended in a ‘party’. This particular business interest was a company that provided content to the adult entertainment industry, something I enjoyed and when an old fuck buddy of mine set up the business and asked me to invest, I was happy to do so. “Friday is going to be tough Ethan I have something going on” I replied. I could tell he was disappointed but then a wonderfully sadistic thought popped into my head, “Although, maybe you could help out, thinking about it.” I explained my colleagues were coming round on Friday evening and that perhaps he could be some of the entertainment for us. Ethan couldn’t have been more enthusiastic especially when I told him both Don and Julian were very sexy and very positive too, and went so far as to ask “Can I bring Chris?” “Your boyfriend?” “Yeah, he knows we fucked,” Ethan explained, adding “He’d love to be used too” “And will he know we’re all positive?” I asked “I won’t be telling him. He loves bareback though” Ethan replied matter of factly. “OK you two can put on a little show for us and then we’ll get the party started” I replied. So I had it all planned and by the time I put the phone down I had to go take care of my rock hard cock. Friday evening Don, Julian and I were sat in my lounge with some background music and low lighting drinking a great red. Don was a mountain of a man. He was a black, 6ft 5inch ex-body builder, ex-porn star but still hugely proportioned with a massive nine-inch cock that I had enjoyed riding many times. Julian was a smaller, athletic guy, 6ft exactly with a great smooth body and nice seven-inch fat dick. Usually on these occasions we’d get some rent boys round to party with but after showing them a picture of my nephew and the mere thought of incest in the room, seemed to excite them. At 6pm I’d received a text from Ethan saying that they would be with us by 9pm and that they had a surprise, but wouldn’t elaborate. So just after 9pm while we started on our third bottle, the intercom buzzed. I came back into the room, “Three guests coming up” I said looking confused at Don and Julian. They both looked at me and all I could do was shrug. When the doorbell went I went to answer it and there standing before me was my overly excited nephew who was in my arms and kissing me before I could stop him. Breaking the kiss, he stepped aside and did the introductions, “Uncle, this is Chris” he said as a great looking dark haired stud stretched out his hand for me. Chris was just over 6ft tall with a lovely complexion and great smile. He was clearly as athletically built as Ethan and about the same height. I shook his hand and he said hello. “And this is Chris’s younger brother, Sam” Ethan said, barely containing his excitement. “Brother” I repeated, completely taken aback. Sam held his hand out to me also and I shook it seeing the similarity now with Chris. Sam was perhaps a little smaller in build but no less as attractive as his brother. I let them into the hall and shut the door. “Ethan what’s going on?” I asked. “I didn’t want to tell you before but Chris and I regularly play with Sam and when he found out about tonight he wanted to come too," Ethan replied grinning from ear to ear. I was literally gob smacked and it probably showed, “You boys fuck together?” I asked Chris who was also now grinning at me. “Yes” He replied, “And each other”, with a little wink. “Fucking hot” I replied, grinning back, “Wait, how old are you both?” I asked. “I’m nearly 20 and Sam has just turned 18” Chris replied. “Sweet” is pretty much all I could say. “Ethan, why not dump yours and the guys stuff in the spare bedroom and then come join us in the lounge.” I said grinning at them all. I walked back completely dazed and both Don and Julian could tell something was up. “You are not going to fucking believe this”, is all I could say to them. I grabbed my glass of wine to take a swig and both men continued to look at me expectantly. Before I could say anything else I heard the boys coming into the room and looking round they entered having all quickly removed their clothes bar their briefs and their sheepish grins, which spread when they got sight of Don and Julian, but particularly Don. Chris and Sam were both blessed with excellent physiques and looking at the three of them it was hard not to be envious of their teenage bodies. “Guys, let me introduce you to my nephew, Ethan” pointing him out. He beamed at them and came over to me putting an arm round me. “And this is Chris, Ethan’s boyfriend” pointing to Chris who smiled back at them, “And finally, this is Sam” I said, “Chris’ younger brother." Both Don and Julian did a double take and then stared at me mouthing 'REALLY'. I just grinned and nodded back. “Fuck” said Don in his deep gravelly voice. “Well boys, why not grab yourself a drink and come join us.” I said sitting down. The boys grabbed bottles of beer and then came and sat with us. Ethan sitting next to me, Sam next to Julian and Chris was almost on Don’s knee. Considering teenagers are supposed to be difficult to talk to these three were very chatty and while Ethan and I already knew each other quite well I could feel his erection in his briefs as he watched Chris who had his hands all over Don’s muscles. Sam too was clearly happy with Julian and although Don was the same age as me, Julian was actually a couple of years older, not that the boys seemed to care. After a few more beers the boys were getting loosened up and since we were already well ahead of them, I whispered in Ethan’s ear that it might be fun for the three of them to put on a little show for us. Ethan bit my ear and squeezed my cock through my jeans. “Guys, let’s put on a little show” he said standing up, speaking to Chris and Sam. They both grinned and getting up they stood in the middle of the room and started making out in a three-way kiss with hands all over each other’s bodies. I looked at Don and Julian who were both mesmerised. In porn they had seen their fair share but I happen to know it did not include brothers. We watched as Ethan and Sam were soon on their knees sharing Chris’ quite long and reasonably thick cock between them. I had had to release my dick and was now slowly wanking myself and noticed Don and Julian had done the same. Don’s was enormous, a fact not lost on the teenagers. The show got more and more erotic and soon there was a full on spit roast going on with Ethan in the middle taking it both ends. It seemed the brothers were expert tops and then after almost ten minutes of fucking, Sam pulled out and bent over and soon his big brother was inside his cunt fucking him while Ethan fucked his mouth. I was wanking myself silly by now and so were Don and Julian who were both out of their clothes. I was quickly losing mine too and then the boys, realising their audience were in need had broken apart and Ethan was on me, Chris was on Don, devouring his cock as best he could and Sam was kissing Julian. I’d already discussed with Don and Julian the fact that I wasn’t sure if Chris knew or cared what our status was but tonight was a breeding session instigated by my nephew who was in need of all our poison cum. Julian was actually undetectable at the moment so wasn’t sure he could contribute much in the poison cum stakes but Don was even more deadly than me, with a very high viral load. I didn’t even know if Sam was into raw sex but very quickly that thought was answered as he positioned himself astride Julian and lowered himself down onto his raw cock. Don had manoeuvred Chris onto his back on the floor and was about to plough his ass which was accompanied by a lot of high pitched squealing as he entered and stretched his cunt. Ethan was sucking me so well but I pushed him forward on to all fours and got up behind him, ramming my cock straight in. There was now fucking going on all over the room and lots of grunts and moaning. Chris was in for a long haul because I knew through experience that Don took ages to cum, but I’d not climaxed at all today and after ten minutes I came, loudly dumping another big, positive load in my nephew’s cunt. Julian was also about to cum, and as he pumped his first load into Sam we all heard, “Take my dirty load you FUCKING BITCH!!” as he blew a huge load inside the boy's cunt. I looked at Ethan who grinned at me and then at Sam for a reaction but I don’t think it registered, although Chris had looked up until Don went down and shoved his tongue in his mouth while he continued to power drive his ass. Ethan took the initiative getting up and kissing Sam he told him to go over to me and then Ethan was on Julian, kissing him hard and deep. Sam was smiling at me and I pulled him into a long hard kiss feeling his beautifully smooth and tight body and his sweet ass cheeks. I fingered his hole and felt Julian’s load dripping out and my cock grew hard again, so I pushed Sam down onto it to clean it and get it ready for my next fuck. He was very eager and did a great job, taking me fully down his throat. We all knew Don was close now as he was groaning with such a deep voice, I knew it so well and very soon he too was about to cum. He hammered away at Chris and then the deep voice boomed, “Fucking bitch, you want my seed?” he asked Chris. Chris didn’t hesitate and between moans managed to groan “Yes sir, I want it." “Here it comes, TAKE MY POSION LOAD!!!!” he groaned as he came hard inside him. Chris suddenly looked up as he realised what Don had said, “Wait, WHAT?” he cried. Don pumped what I knew to be a gallon of toxic cum inside Chris and his massive bulk held the frantic boy still. Breathing heavily and sweating profusely he collapsed on top of him. I could tell Chris was a bit panicky, which just made me hornier as I held his brother down on me shaft who too had now realised that perhaps the cum they were taking tonight was tainted. “Did you like being bred boy?” came Don’s deep voice. “Your poz?” Chris asked with clear panic in his voice and looking over at his boyfriend, Ethan got of Julian and knelt down by his boyfriend and cupped his head in his hands and began to kiss him. “Baby, you know you thought about being bred” he said pacifying him. Don got up off Chris who remained on the floor with Ethan kneeling beside him and then Ethan pulled Chris onto his front and parted his legs. As we watched, Ethan went down and began to lap Chris’s cunt which was dripping profuse amounts of Don’s cum. Ethan licked it out for a few minutes before kneeling up and then kissing Chris again, now with a mouth full of Don’s feltched load. It was the horniest thing and it spurred me on to fuck Sam who was also know panicking but I lifted him up firmly onto me and fed my cock inside him and started to fuck him. He moaned and tried to resist but I held him tight and fucked him hard. Not wanting to be left out and packing another erection, Julian came up behind Sam and I slowed, knowing he was going to force his cock inside Sam in a double penetration. Sam squealed like a pig as Julian forced his cock in and Chris looking up at his brother’s pain, slowly calmed, perhaps realising the futility of it and giving into the lust. He even grinned watching his younger brother getting DP’d, although we later found out that Sam and Ethan regularly liked to be DP’d. Sam too began to enjoy the fuck and once Julian and I had got our rhythm going, we were stretching the young kid’s cunt so wide and he was moaning in ecstasy. After a good while of fucking, “I’m near” I groaned to Julian, “and me” he replied through gritted teeth. “You want me to breed you bitch?” I grunted at Sam as he looked into my eyes. He paused in thought and pleasure but eventually replied, “Yes master, breed me” That pushed both Julian and me over the edge with him firing first, I could feel his warm load on my shaft as I pumped my toxic cum into Sam. Ethan and Chris were still sat with Don, luxuriating together, feeling his massively muscled body as they nestled either side of him, all watching us rape Sam. Chris looked positively happy now slowly wanking himself as he watched his little brother being knocked up. Julian pulled out but I stayed inside Sam with him clutched to my chest. I could feel his heart racing as fast as mine and the heat from our perspiring bodies and then I felt Julian’s tongue on my shaft. He’d gone down to clean up Sam’s hole, so I pulled out of him which let the flood of cum pour out into Julian’s open and very willing mouth. With a mouth full of jizz he finally knelt beside us and instinctively Sam opened his mouth so that Julian could spit some cum in. I opened my mouth wide, and Julian took the hint and dribbled some of the jizz into my mouth. Afterwards Sam and I kissed, sharing the toxic cum.. To be continued………………………….

I just went to an ABS in Honolulu. It was about 11am. There were 3 booths occupied when I got there. I peeked through all the glory holes, till I saw the dick I wanted to suck. It was a Hawaiian kid in his mid 20's. Nice 6"', uncut dick. I motioned through the hole that I wanted to suck. He quickly pushed his half hard dick through the hole. I sucked for about 5 minutes, then he filled my mouth with his hot load. I then went out into the hall to take a breather. The two booths directly across from me were both occupied. The red light was on above both doors. But I tried the door handle on one of the doors, and it was unlocked. So I stepped into the booth to find a 6'4", tall, muscular, black guy with his face pressed against the wall. Obviously he had his dick in the glory hole and was getting sucked by someone on the other side. I expected him to tell me to leave, but he just looked back at me and continued to let the guy on the other side of the wall suck him. I stepped inside his booth, turned and locked the door. Then the black guy pulled back from the glory hole and turned to me. His cock had to be 8"s hard and thick. I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked on him for several minutes, then he whispered, "Do you fuck?" "Hell yeah!" I said. I stood up and dropped my pants to the floor. Then I turned around, bent over and grabbed onto the chair. The hot black guy moved behind me and spit on my asshole a few times. Then he spit on his cock and pushed it up into me. I had to hold onto the chair extra tight, because he really started to pound my ass hard and deep. After 5 or 6 minutes of fucking, he finally slammed deeply into me and groaned as he filled my ass with his load. As we pulled our pants up, I could see the guy in the next booth, pressing his face to the hole. He had watched the tall, good looking black guy fucking me.

Was extremely horned up yesterday. The gym only made it worse. My dick was raging in my NP jock. There was this furry fucker who was barely dressed on the tread. His cock was bouncing as he ran which caused my hole to twitch. I was changing later and saw he was in the locker room. I walked up and asked if he had a good run and he motioned to my cock and said he thinks I did. We started some small talk and he reached over and pulled me close and asked if I wanted to follow him home. When I said yes, he forced his tongue in my mouth and slid a hand down my shorts and two fingers in my chute. When we got to his place, he stopped me right inside the front door, pulled my shorts down, spat on my hole, then his cock and started to force his head in. I bent over and forced myself back on him. He started jackhammering my ass and came seconds later. He stayed in me and said "now you can come in." He pulled out and took off the rest of his clothes. I followed suit. He showed me around while his finger working his load in deeper the entire time. We sat on the sofa and a few minutes later I was sitting on his lap with a dick up me. We fucked all afternoon. 4 loads and I was a happy man. When I was getting ready to leave he asked if I had to go and asked if I wanted to play a tad longer. My shorts came back off and while bent over the sofa, he grabbed his laptop and rested it on my back. Cock lodged in me, he started searching for more guys. Asked if I really wanted to be loaded up. Of course I did. An hour later, 6 more guys where there. 4 hours later I had been fucked and loaded by a total of 8 guys and my hole was puffed out and dripping 17 loads, not counting the 4 from earlier, and my beard was matted w cum from cleaning off all the rods. When I was leaving my new furry gym buddy kissed me goodbye and slid a huge plug in me so I didn't leak on the way home. I just woke up and the plug is still buried. My beard is crunchy and smells like a sex club. I'm giving the plug more time to let those loads soak in. Fuck, typing this out, smelling the sex on me has caused me to get rock hard and would love another round or ten.

"I told you he nasTy," Ivan declared as Roberto stood stunned by the bedroom door, looking around the dark interior, my blackout shade pulled down at the window. The sling was set up near one corner. The rimchair was on the floor nearby. On a tripod I had my HD vidcam set up that was tethered to the flat screen. Fisting porn was playing, some home-made action of strangers that was passed on to me by an FF Daddy I played with occasionally. Three hot men were on the screen; the bottom sitting on some chair with the seat taken out, his legs spread wide, a HUGE hole that was getting punch-fucked by the second guy, while the third man twisted the bottom's nipples as he kissed him deep. In the background, I had a dark, electronic playlist playing, casting even more erotic shadows in the room. "Holy shit," Roberto gasped. He walked in the room and placed the parTy kit on an end table that had lube, poppers, several bottles of Gatorade and other shit. At one end of my queen size bed I had an assortment of toys and other play gear. The bed was covered in a black vinyl playsheet as were the pillows and the floor under the sling and rimchair. The floor crackled as we all walked into the room. Roberto grabbed a large, hard plastic tube that had a clear acrylic shaft in the center about 8" long and 2” in diameter with a hand pump on the other end. "What isTHIS?" He looked at me puzzled. "You'll find out..." I smirked at Roberto, then at Ivan, "...later." I let go of Ivan's hand and walked towards the table and grabbed some small items, as I sat by one side of the bed. I opened my palm out with two blue pills. "Here-take this," I offered both men as I unscrewed the top of one of the Gatorade bottles. Ivan winked at me and smiled. He grabbed the drink from me and swallowed his pill quickly; Roberto followed, smiling. "How are you guys doing?" I asked, checking in. Myself : I was FLYING yet comfortable. The G was still in effect from what I could sense. My hole wanted more attention. "I good," Ivan replied, very matter-of-fact. "Yeah, me too," Roberto chimed in. They both stood in front of me, massaging their large mounds of horny cock under their jockstraps. I leaned forward and grabbed a small plastic bottle and unscrewed the cap. Inside were several cotton balls, soaked in REAL poppers that I had ordered through a connection on asspig.com. I had poured it earlier while anticipating some assplay. The cotton balls were wet and moist, the strong aroma rising up from the container. I took deep breaths, inhaling through my nose, and one big one through my mouth. Then I closed the cap. I looked up at Ivan with a new hunger. He was still squeezing his bulge on his jock. I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned forward, brushed his hand aside and started massaging the huge mound of flesh underneath the stretched cotton. MAN-DID THAT FEEL GOOD! It felt THICK and HEAVY and WARM! I kept playing with it, squeezing it soft, then a hard, firm grasp, then soft again. "That good, Boy," he moaned, under his breath. I pulled the cloth of the crotch aside and grabbed that Russian massive tool. I pulled it all the way out, exposing his massive balls also. He was leaking a lot of pre-cum which I rubbed back on his shaft. "Awwww...FUCK!!!" Ivan yelled. I leaned over closer and took the big head into my mouth slowly. I wanted to savor his dick. It had been months since our initial meeting and I had forgotten what an incredible piece of meat Ivan had. I licked at the head with my tongue and then S L O W L Y started sucking the thick shaft into my mouth. I did this as leisurely as I could; there was no rush, no agenda. I took him one slow inch at a time, that time stretching further in reality as we all were riding. I wanted to make his cock love every second of it. The poppers hit earlier was having its effect. My mouth was getting used to being stretched wide. I continued sucking slow and gentle, letting gobs of my saliva lubricate the shaft. After a minute (or was it ten minutes?), the head pierced the back of my throat. I gasped for a second and he sensed me. Ivan moved a little and grabbed the poppers and unscrewed it, took a whiff from the container for himself and then held it under both of my nostrils. WHOA!!!! BOOM!!! FUCK!!! With all the T and G from earlier I just went into OVERDRIVE!!! I sucked that thick shaft deeper as my throat muscles relaxed. I took deep breaths through my nose to allow oxygen and to relax, to get my throat loose and open. My mouth wanted it but my mind CRAVED it. His cock sank further into my throat, glided by all the saliva that was dripping from my mouth, creating little puddles on the vinyl playsheet on the floor. In the background, Quantec’s beat took us to another level, the bass getting deeper and deeper. "HOLY SHIT!!!!" Roberto screamed. "Look at him take your fucking monster! HOLY FUCK!!!" My eyes were closed. I was lost in another state wherein pleasing this massive cock was my only concern. Ivan thrusted deeper into my throat as another inch sank further in. This angle was uncomfortable with me sitting at the edge of the bed. Ivan was thrusting his fat cock deeper into my throat. I moved carefully, trying not to let Ivan pull out, keeping him where he was in my throat, wanting him inside me. I slowly got off the bed and gently kneeled in front of Ivan, getting a better angle to take him D E E P E R. I took another strong inhale of oxygen from my nose, helping my throat muscles relax, eyes still closed, visualizing in my flying head that monster fucking my HUNGRY mouth and throat. “OH MANNNNNN…..” Ivan moaned. My eyes opened as I looked up and witnessed his head leaning back in utter satisfaction. “FUCK YEAH!!!” Roberto cheered. “FUCK THAT MANPUSSY’S MOUTH!!! HOLY FUCKING SHITTTTT!!!!” Roberto leaned over to Ivan and with both hands started to gently squeeze Ivan’s nipples. Ivan rolled his head violently, moaning even more. I closed my eyes again, lost in the weight of the massive Russian dick impaled in my throat, slowly creeping in, further and further. I convulsed my throat muscles, massaging his shaft from the head to the base, as his thick tool sank and sank into my hungry vocal tunnel. I sucked hard. Then I sucked soft. I alternated back and forth, back and forth, hard, hard, soft, hard. Soft, soft, hard, soft. Ivan grabbed the back of my head and started to FUCK MY THROAT!!! He wasn’t being gentle! I started to gag and then Roberto pulled me away from the Russian tool, but not all the way out, just enough to…feed me more poppers! Y E A H !!!! I opened my eyes and winked at Roberto in appreciation. He placed the poppers container under Ivan’s nose also. Ivan took deep inhales and cocked his head back wildly, groaning loudly over the deep bass enveloping the room, shadows sinking around us. Ivan GRABBED the back of my head and PUSHED VERY HARD towards his crotch. The poppers HIT me! I was now breathing rapidly through my nose, taking as much oxygen to relax my throat, just let it get looser and looser for the violent invasion. OHHHHH…I breathed, whenever there was a gap between my throat, mouth and Ivan’s thick, massive meat. It seemed to get BIGGER!!! Was that my fucking high imagination? And then I realized the blue pill was having it’s effect: his tool was getting bigger, firmer, H A R D E R. The weight was increasing in my throat. But I didn’t care. I was so fucking high, horny and relaxed that my throat opened up more. “Uhhhhhh…..” Ivan moaned, sensing my skills, the pressure of his hands at the back of my head, pushing me towards his groin. I could barely breathe but somehow managed. The poppers was still in effect so my throat continued to relax. I slowly started to massage the base of his cock, chewing lightly just with my lips, keeping my teeth away, putting pressure on my lips, then loosening that pressure, than adding more tightness, grabbing his tool, like a pulsing pussy. Ivan gasped, looking at me, in a SICK, TWISTED gaze. He pulled his cock out a bit, just an inch or two. I moaned in regret. Ivan pushed back in slowly. I moaned in ecstasy. He pulled out again, a few more inches stolen from my hungry throat. I moaned in desperation! He FUCKED INTO ME HARD!!! And then he PULLED OUT FAST!!! AND THEN HE PUSHED BACK IN MY THROAT EVEN FASTER!!! IN AND OUT!!! IN AND OUT!!! IN AND OUT IN RAPID SUCESSION!!! I moaned in pain, but it was a GREAT PAIN. The blackness consumed me as I could only hear the dark, dark, deep bass of the music coming down on us like an increasing weight. “GODDAMMMNITTTTT!” Ivan yelled, thrusting further into my throat, my nose at his pubic hair. OH FUCK, I moaned somehow to myself. Ivan thrust harder and harder, convulsing as he CAME!!! “FUCKKKKKK!!!!” he yelled, louder, his gasps blending with the thunderous bass. A thick rope of cum was coating my throat, my mouth. Spasms from his thick cock pulsed inside my throat as I tasted him, the bitterness of his cum hit me like a strange, unfamiliar flavor. “Awwww,..FUCK!!! You are BAD BOY!” And then he abruptly pulled out, panting, catching his breath. I jerked forward and sucked the head of his thick, still-fucking-HARD-dick, and savored as much of that Russian bitter juice that was still dripping from the head of his cock. I wanted more. He pulled away, pushing my head and still very hungry mouth away. “HOLY FUCKKK!!! ,” Ivan thanked me, spent. He was still HARD AS A ROCK. The thick monster stuck out, like an evil tool, glistening with my saliva mixed with his cum. I still wanted that dick, my hunger was still overtaking me. I grabbed his shaft with my left hand, massaging with our created natural lubrication, jerking his cock. "FUCK IT!!! STOP NOW!!!" Ivan shouted, almost angry. He grabbed that rock-hard tool away from me and took a step back, his head jerking side to side. His cock was over-stimulated so he kept it away from my reach. I saw a drop of cum leak out of the tip of his dick. Ivan was still catching his breath. He grabbed some Gatorade and drank it quickly. He then walked over to the other side of the bed and sat down to take a break, rest. He looked glazed, content, and yet there was a hint of an underlying hunger still in his eyes. I winked at him as I wiped the saliva and cum mixture on the edge of my lips with my tongue. Roberto suddenly grabbed me from my upper arm and pulled me up from the floor until I was standing beside him, both of his arms now enveloping me as he lunged towards my mouth, his lips over mine, his mouth swallowing mine. His tongue raped me, trying to grab and taste what was left of Ivan’s cum on my tongue, the walls of my mouth, my gums. I was breathing rapidly again, as I was so fucking turned on by everything! And then Roberto pulled away. “Get back on the bed,” he said, gently. I did as was told. Roberto motioned for me to roll over, on my back. “Turn around so your head is over the edge of the bed,” he directed. I love a man commanding me. He gave me the poppers bottle and told me to take some big hits. I did and he sampled it himself. I laid back, head cocked over the side of the mattress. The vinyl playsheet crackled as I adjusted myself. Roberto leaned in closer facing me. He was still massaging the crotch of his jock. And then he stopped, grabbed the waistband of the jock with both hands and took it off in a sudden motion and kicked it aside. WOW! What a beautiful dick! It was not at thick as Ivan's monster but it made up for it in length. Roberto definitely had an extra inch or so on Ivan. He was uncut and the foreskin was pulled tight past the crown of his head. His dick was a shade darker than the rest of his body. It looked picture perfect. I cocked my head more at an angle and opened my mouth. Roberto stepped forward and pushed that snake in. Thank god for Ivan's face-fucking earlier! My mouth was stretched and lubricated, not to mention HUNGRY. His cock slid in easily. I massaged the shaft with my mouth and he groaned. I sucked carefully, cautiously as this was new for both of us. I pulled gently on his foreskin with my teeth and then released as I built up a vacuum motion with my lips and throat. His foreskin loosened around the head of his cock. I closed my eyes and visualized my effort as if a nano-cam were in my mouth. I was clearly flying. I sucked that foreskin further into my mouth and then gently with the tip of my tongue spelled out my appreciation slowly clockwise, then counterclockwise. Roberto trembled, silent but his body gave me every indication of its pleasure. I sucked and sucked loving the difference of his flavor, the cock’s weight, it’s girth, and firmness compared to Ivan’s massive tool from earlier. Time passed without measure. Roberto pushed deeper as the head touched the back of my throat. I moved the angle of my head slightly and took a deep, deep breath from my nose, getting as much oxygen as I could. Roberto pushed further in as that snake found its way. WHOA!!!! It was an amazing feeling of fullness, not as heavy as Ivan from earlier, but just as impressive. And clearly the blue pill had its effect also. I fucking love that EXTRA firmness! Clearly sucking Ivan earlier helped; my throat was really relaxed and all the drugs in combination were adding to the sensation. Roberto pushed in another inch or so, carefully, sizing me up, making sure I could take it. He was definitely longer than Ivan's tool. "GODDAMNITTT!!!" Roberto screamed. He stroked my head, then both hands started twisting and squeezing my nipples gently, "You are such a fucking amazing manpussy!" I leaned my head back more, changing my angle to allow him better access. Roberto started to fuck my throat slowly, just pulling out an inch or two, then slowly back in. He twisted my left nipple and pinched the right. I moaned. That did the trick as my throat opened more. He continued to fuck my throat like that, just a slow, steady rhythm. I took as much air in as I could when he pulled out for those few seconds. My throat would relax as he would then push and fuck me with that snake. I was getting used to the face-fucking when I felt Ivan spread my legs and then suddenly with force, he pushed one or more fingers into my mancunt. I couldn't really tell how many fingers he was using as I was too lost with Roberto's long tool pushing deeper into my throat. "Wow", Ivan finally spoke. "His mancunt hungry." The thick fingers jabbed in and out, rapidly, rough and firm. Roberto was still twisting my nipples, not too hard, just enough tightness in the pinch that made me groan. You could hear his tool slide in and out of my throat, my mouth becoming a wet, slippery tunnel as I produced gobs of saliva that was coating his long dick, dripping out of my mouth, streaking down the sides of my face, my chin and onto the floor. In between my legs Ivan finger-fucked me furiously. He was breathing rapidly again. We all were as the deep bass of the music seemed to envelope us. Boom. Fuck. BOOM!!! Ivan jabbed at my needy hole more violently. Roberto picked up his pace, the gentleness now fading in his strokes, his fingers squeezing my nipples with more abandon, more force. Fuck. Boom. FUCK!!! I was being pounded rougher on both ends, the sensation blending into one, so that my body felt as if it were floating, a weightless vehicle for their entry, their force, their pleasure. Flying. "AWWW........FUCKKKKK!!!" Roberto jerked forward with an unexpected violence that the end of his dick felt like a painful stab in my throat. I tried to breathe deeper and not gag. He held firm and squeezed my nipples tighter now that I was groaning in pleasure that was mixed with tolerable pain. He held still as his cock pulsed deep in my throat, his cum exploding inside that even the force of it made me almost gag again. Ivan sensed what was going on and added another finger, thrusting hard into my mancunt. I spread my legs further, bending my knees to allow him more access. Roberto kept ejaculating and I just kept swallowing, allowing my throat muscles to expand and contract, massaging his cock that still pulsed inside me. "AAAAGGGHHHH!!!" He groaned some more and then very carefully and slowly pulled his long tool out of my throat. I kept sucking on it, trying to pull it back, but Roberto was over-stimulated. He stopped pinching on my nipples and with both hands now on my shoulders, jerked himself away from me. "HOLY FUCK!!!" He stepped back. My head was still leaning at the edge of the bed, some of his cum now dripping off the right corner of my mouth. I stared at him upside down, at his crotch, his dick wet and juicy, hanging down on its own weight and STILL HARD! "That was fucking GREAT!" Roberto exclaimed. "Abrigado," he said appreciatively, leaning down and kissing me passionately, his tongue savoring his own cum mixed with all my saliva and throat lubrication. Ivan stopped finger-fucking me suddenly. He pulled my knees forward to him, straightening my legs on the bed then grabbed my thighs with an immediate force and pulled harder on my body so my head was on the mattress. He then lunged himself on top of me; his big, burly body and all it's weight pressing down on me. Roberto repositioned himself, his lips over mine. Ivan leaned in and joined in our kissing dance, his rough tongue mixing with Roberto and mine, each of them tasting the manjuice that I had eagerly earned from both of them. "You such bad, bad Boy," Ivan whispered, as the bass from the music drowned over us. Boom. Boom. BOOM!!!

Dr Mike Part 4 –The Venom Takes, Scotty’s Gift, the Death Fucks – I take it and I give it Parts 1-3 posted previously - As I lay face down on the table with the whirring of the tattoo needle making its mark, branding me with my new identity, and the hands of the tattoo artist guiding his brush, painting his latest work onto my skin, I thought back over the past several months since I had met Dr Mike. Dr Mike was…. Wow, hard to put into words. Biohazard – yes. A healer – yes. Brutal – yes, but also caring and just the sounds of his voice excited me, and I found I could resist him nothing. He had taken me, shaped me, molded me, made me into his creation as he said he would. My first treatment with Dr Mike was intense, my second, when I first submitted to Charles (well, not like I had a choice) was brutal. By the time I got home in the cab Dr Mike had given me money for me, he was right, I was still bleeding a little with cum and other juices fighting to get out. I did as Dr Mike instructed and held it all in and did not take shower. Like him, I now wanted it to take. Before I was afraid, and guess I still was, but now I knew I wanted it – badly. Dr Mike’s last words before I left were, “We must make sure everything takes, and I will do whatever is necessary to ensure you become toxic. You will continue to obey and serve as your ass is mine. Now, go home, do as I said, and remember, my venom is burning in your veins, I am part of you now, and always will be.” I hoped Charles, Big Ben, and Hank were too. A toxic stew of venom, AIDs, and more. Dr Mike called me the next morning at 8:00 a.m. sounding so professional and not like the demon fucker he had been the night before, “Good morning. This is Dr Mike, yes, I am fine thank you. I wanted to follow up to see how my patient was doing this morning? Hurts to piss? Hmm – promising. What about bowel movements? Had any? No? Good, good. I expect when you do it will be painful, just do not strain or push, and do not worry if it is covered slightly in blood as you will have some raw spots in your rectum for a few days at least.” Holy fuck, Dr Mike was right. When I finally did have to take a shit it felt like glass and I had to grip the toilet with my hands to steady myself, got hot and sweaty, and thought I might pass out. But it passed – and the next time hurt less. I did have to call off work that Monday and Tuesday. I could barely walk and figured if I took it easy, maybe the venom would take better. Dr Mike called every couple of days as he said he would to check on me and beyond my body aching, I felt generally fine, except the sores in my mouth got worse and it still hurt every time I took a shit. I did not see Dr Mike or Nathan that weekend. Luckily Nathan was on travel a lot for work these days, so I did not have to make up an excuse of why my ass hurt. But Dr Mike did give me some homework. The weather had turned colder, and he said my ass needed to be used and while he had no openings in his schedule, he wanted me to go visit the local library. What? Apparently the main library downtown was a place that a lot of homeless guys hung out when the weather got colder. More importantly for Dr Mike’s purposes, there was a cruisy bathroom in the basement and a stairwell where guys fucked. When Dr Mike told me this he said, “You have agreed to do as I say, and Saturday, I want you to go down to the main library at 9th and G Streets, and visit the reading room in the basement. I have a patient, he is homeless, a vet, who will be there as well and I have told him about you and what I expect. His name is Carl, he will meet you in front of the library at 9:00 a.m., and always wears a raggedy, long, blue trench coat. He also has an incentive as I promised him you will pay him $5 for every load of cum in your ass or mouth, but they better be mostly in your ass, so take a roll of bills with you, say $100. Anything more than that and you can make it up to him how you wish. You will serve him as you serve me. No questions, understand? Good. I will call you Monday once Carl reports in to me.” I will tell that story another day, but that Saturday at the library I took a number of loads as the homeless guys took turns using my ass and mouth and getting it ready for whatever Dr Mike had in mind next. My ass was still sore before I even went down there, and afterwards it was only worse, and felt swollen, tender, and painful. I went to work Monday, but by late Monday afternoon was feeling like hell. My head hurt, I felt like I had a fever, I was nauseous, the sores on my gums were worse, it hurt to swallow, and I just needed to go home and lay down. I had been home a few hours when Dr Mike called, “Good afternoon. I just met with Carl who was quite pleased to report that he made a nice little sum of cash on Saturday. More importantly – for me and for you – is that he said while it was clear you were uncomfortable and maybe even sore, you did everything and everyone he asked. Excellent! Very good. We can’t have that hole not being worked, and while I would have preferred to have taken care of this week’s treatment myself, well… I do have other patients I must attend to.” “Now,” Dr Mike asked, “How are you feeling. Be specific, and as detailed as possible.” “I’m not sure doctor, not very well I guess, I had to come home from work, head hurts, stomach hurts, mouth hurts, damn, feel like I got beat on.” “Hmm, sounds like my treatment may be working, let me check my notes here, yes, yes, we are in the right time frame for several things to have occurred. Very good. Let me note that. Now, what other symptoms and don’t just say you hurt, be specific.” So I went through the list with Dr Mike, he asked if it hurt to piss – it didn’t, he asked if it hurt to shit, - yes like hell, he asked several other questions then said, “I will need to see you of course, but not tonight in case this is just a 24-hour bug or you ate something that did not agree with you. Yes I know you feel bad, but you need to embrace this. This is a critical stage of your treatment and we must proceed as I say. Now, call me first thing in the morning. If you are still not feeling well, I will come see, and I will take care of everything.” I tossed and turned all night, had sweats, my piss smelled wicked, and I did not feel any better – actually worse – by morning when Dr Mike called. He said he would be at my apartment by 5:00 p.m. depending on traffic and that while he did not generally make housecalls, but I was at a critical juncture in my treatment. I napped off and on and was dozing a little when the phone rang and I saw by the clock it was 4:45. I answered, it was Dr Mike, I buzzed him in and when I opened the door I saw he had someone else with him. I was a mess and was surprised, but Dr Mike just pushed past me, walked in, and the other guy followed so I closed the door. I could not help but stare. This guy looked to be about my age, and my height, about 5”10, but that was all we had in common. He was sick, wasted looking, hollowed cheeks and like a skeleton with skin on him. He also had some purplish blotches on his neck, back of his hands, Karposi Sarcoma – AIDs tag for sure. He just stared back at me and did not say anything and I noticed he barely had any whites in his eyes, it was like they were all dark, dead already. Dr Mike interrupted my staring by grabbing my hand and leading me down the hall. He found my bedroom, “Kneel,” he said. “Now, here is what is going to happen. I am confident that some of my treatment has taken. What exactly does not matter for the moment, what does matter is that we take advantage of this opportunity. Your immune system is weak and is fighting. That’s why you feel bad, that’s why you are sick. But I am going to make you better by destroying what is left so that your body has no choice but to submit. Just as you kneel before me and submit, so will the rest of you. You will feel worse before you feel better and before you become the man I am going to make you be.” “Scotty out there is dying,” Dr Mike continued, “While Charles is an AIDs fucker, he is still ‘healthy’ for all intents and purposes. Scotty is not. You saw the KS marks? They are all over his body. AIDs has got him in a death grip, and good. Yes, I know he is young, but in some bodies the venom burns like an atomic bomb and just wipes everything out quickly. He is also resistant to AZT and all other medicines, so he stopped trying. Now, Scotty has served me well as a toxic hole and source of venom, but his time has come. He is here to do me, and you, one last service – one last parting gift. Now follow me.” As I followed Dr Mike back out to the living room I tried to get my head around that. Yeah I had said I wanted the doctor to infect me, but fuck, I did not want to look like that. Damn. Maybe I just need to say no, and make him leave. I stepped into the living room and said, “I’m sorry doctor, I just, I can’t, I ummm.. well,” as I looked at Scotty, then to Dr Mike, “I am not..” Dr Mike cut me off, “Kneel.” So I did. Forgetting what I was going say. Dr Mike opened his leather briefcase, pulled out a small black case, laid it open on the table. It had some needles and other stuff in it. “Scotty, take off your coat and roll up your sleaves,” Dr Mike said. “Sit there Scotty on the couch, you – stay where you are and listen.” I looked at him as he said this and his eyes were more intense and focused then I had ever seen. I knew not to disobey so I just nodded my head a little as he continued. “I told you that Scotty had a gift for us. Scotty knows he is dying and his time is short, but he knows he has more work to do. Today, that work involves you and frankly I could not have planned this timing better if I had wanted to. This is one treatment I will definitely remember and will note in the files and thank you Scotty. You see, in a few minutes when we are done here, you are going to thank Scotty for his gift. You will take him into your bedroom and you WILL lick his whole body, you WILL swallow his spit, his piss, and most importantly, you will let Scotty fuck you. Understand? Yes, of course you do. And if Scotty wants you to fuck him you will. You will please Scotty as this may be the last time he fucks anyone.” Dr Mike laid a large needle/syringe on the table, and a length of rubber tubing. I watched not quite sure what was happening as he stepped in front of Scotty as Scotty held out his left arm. My mouth opened as Dr Mike took the tube, tied it around Scotty’s arm, turned his arm slightly as he set it on Scotty’s leg, patted the vein part way up his forearm, then stuck the syringe into the arm. Scotty did not even blink as Dr Mike drew back on the plunger and the tube began to fill with blood. When it was full, he pulled it out of Scotty’s arm, Dr Mike stepped back, looked at me, “Lick his arm.” So I did. I licked the little trail of blood that had seeped out, then gently licked the place where the vein had been stuck. A few seconds later Dr Mike pulled my head back, held up the now filled syringe, looked at me, his eyes were now wide in awe as he said, “This is Scotty’s gift. His life, his blood, his death and venom. This is Scotty’s gift to you – and to me.” “Stand up. Give me your right arm,” Dr Mike said. So I did, and he grabbed my wrist so hard I thought he would break it. “DO NOT MOVE!” Dr Mike then turned my right arm slightly, pointed the needle at a vein, and before I realized it stuck it in. I gasped a little from the sharp prick and looked at Scotty who was smiling. I didn’t what to do, so just watched as Dr Mike emptied the syringe of Scotty’s blood in my arm. When he pulled the need out, a thick trickle of blood ran out, and Dr Mike bent forward, licked my arm clean, licked the needle, then set it on the table. “You received a very special gift. I told you I would destroy you before you become the man I want, and Scotty here just helped me. Now, go thank him. I will be back in one hour.” With that Dr Mike put the stuff back into his briefcase, put his coat on, and left. I just stood there, then looked at Scotty. I was not attracted to this man at all, but I did not want to disappoint Dr Mike, so got undressed and walked back towards the bedroom. I bent over the bed and waited. I was not sure he was going to follow, but he did a few minutes later. Scotty turned on the lights and said, “Turn around and look at me.” So I did. He was not just thin, he was skeletal. The KS lesions were up and down his body, which was pretty hairless even around his dick. His dick looked pretty big, especially against the rest of his body that looked so wasted Scotty’s voice was a surprise though, a rich baritone from such a small guy, did not make sense. As I stood up, Scotty put his arms around me, pulled me closer to him, looked in my eyes for a long time, then bent in an kissed me. His kiss was passionate, yet masculine and firm. His lips felt so good, and while he was tentative at first, as I did not pull away or resist, he seemed to relax a little. His tongue soon found its way into my mouth and we started swapping spit as we kissed more passionately and I kissed him back. I started rubbing my hands up and down his body as he did the same to me, each of us moaning in pleasure. When my hand found his dick and balls I squeezed tightly, and Scotty gasped with pleasure, guess he liked that. I pulled away, got a cock ring out of the night stand, knelt, put it around Scotty’s dick which was now hard, full, and very meaty compared to the rest of him. I stood up and said, “Please, I want you to fuck me. Please.” I handed Scotty a bottle of lube, which he tossed to the side, “Sorry, Doc said no lube, you should know better. I do want a little spit though, don’t like totally fucking dry.” So I spit on his dick, turned around, placed my hands on the edge of the bed as Scotty pushed his dick against my ass. I was still sore, but my hole opened up for him and he was soon pumping hard. I totally forgot about everything else except his nice fat dick and for someone so sick, he fucked pretty hard, but he did not last long. His breathing got real heavy, “I’m gonna shoot, damn, I’m gonna shoot,…” and then he unloaded in my ass. We laid down on my bed, which smelled of sweat and stink from me being sick, but he did not seem to mind. We were facing each other and I saw his eyes looked like he had a little more life in them now. Scotty just looked at me, “Let me see your arm,” he said. I held out my arm that had taken his blood, and Scotty touched it, licked it gently, smiled, and said, “Thank you.” “Thank you? For what?” I asked. Scotty said, “For letting me live on, in you.” He then kissed me again, long, passionate, and I felt wetness against my face. I pulled back and saw Scotty was crying. I wiped his tears, pulled him closer to me, and kissed him back. At that moment I wanted nothing better than to make him feel good, not just because Dr Mike said so, but because I wanted to. Dr Mike called a little while later to say he was on his way back. I had not drunk Scotty’s piss or licked him like Dr Mike said, but Scotty said, “Don’t worry, I will tell him you did everything he wanted.” Scotty and I got up, got dressed, and sat in the living room to wait. I put my hand on his leg and leaned against him, and we did not speak, just sat there. When Dr Mike arrived he stepped into the kitchen with Scotty, I heard their muffled voices, they came out, I stood up, Scotty came over and reached out to shake my hand. I took his hand, leaned in, and whispered, “No, thank you,” and then kissed him goodbye. Dr Mike did not say anything, he just pointed towards the bedroom, so I went in, got undressed, and Dr Mike followed. He had me lay face down on the bed, and buried his face in my ass as he moaned, sniffed, licked, and ate my hole. Soon he had his dick balls deep. Dr Mike was not that big of a guy, but his weight felt good, and his dick was as glorious as ever as he pumped my ass. I could tell he was getting closer as he picked up speed and he started to say, “You did an excellent job today. Nice AIDs filled ass, man I like fucking that AIDs hole, that knowing you just got fucked by death – yeah that death cum in you – fuck - I will kill you just like I KILLED SCOTTY, FUCK TAKE ME TAKE ME….” Dr Mike rolled off and yanked his dick out of my cum filled ass, stood up, had me lick him clean, then we got dressed. When we were back in the living room Dr Mike said, “You know the routine. Do NOT shower, do not let it out, and DO NOT get fucked by anyone else. I need to know your treatment program is only what I prescribe. You still feel sick? Good and it will get worse I promise you as I want your sick body to fester, and the venom and toxic infections to spread. I expect Charles infected your ass good with gonorrhea when he fucked you. Your hole smells foul, and was hard to taste not sure if it was Scotty or your ass is oozing, but either way, I helped ensure you got another dose. With that Dr Mike left, I crawled back into bed, and was haunted by dreams of Scotty. BACK IN THE PRESENT THE TATTOOIST CONTINUED HIS WORK. THE PAIN WAS NOTHING COMPARED TO WHAT I HAD EXPERIENCED WITH DR MIKE OR WHAT WAS TO COME, AS DR MIKE PROMISED I WOULD SEE CHARLES AGAIN, THE HORSE COCKED LEATHER MASTER, SO I COULD NOT WAIT. It had been a several weeks since I had seen Scotty and when I asked Dr Mike about him, he would not give me an answer, so I stopped asking. Dr Mike was right that night when he said I would only feel worse. After another week of feeling beyond sick, missing work, and after several more ‘house calls’ from Dr Mike to feed me his piss, spit, and cum up my ass, I was over it. Trying to have sex when you’re sick is awful, but Dr Mike never seemed to mind how sweaty, dirty, messy I was, and I wanted to please him, so I let him fuck me rough and hard, and he would not have stopped anyways. He always dug his fingers around in my ass first, scraping my insides up raw to make sure I would take his venom. His new favorite position was laying on top of me and telling me how my ass was his, and he was making me his AIDs whore. I started to feel a little better, made it into the office, and was thinking I might be OK after all except for the sores in my mouth and oozing out of my ass. Dr Mike said he would test me for sure soon, but was convinced Hank’s herpes had taken in my mouth and Charles’ and Dr Mike’s gonorrhea in my ass. Dr Mike left a message on my machine, “Good morning, this is Friday, please come to the office tomorrow at 3:00 p.m.” OK, guess he wanted to fuck there, so I showed up as told and he let me in. Things had not changed since the last time, the place still looked old and dingy, the heat was way up, guess the old radiator system was hard to adjust. Dr Mike led me back to his office, “Kneel, now, today is important for two reasons. First, I will take some swabs and draw some blood so I can see exactly what you have now and have high hopes with all of the toxic juice you have taken, I KNOW you have done well. Second, Joseph is back. Do you remember him? Yes, well we treated the warts on his dick, which I would have preferred to leave of course as I do not often have that available to me on a regular basis but one step at a time. Since he was not comfortable knowing his wife would realize something was up, we have cleared him up.” “Joseph is here today. He is in the exam room waiting. He has asked about you several times and I told him if he continued to be honest with me and came to see me, I might be able to arrange another visit. This is a safe place for him to explore his ‘urges” and who better to protect him than his doctor? I believe he is now ready – ready to join us and your ass is what will make that possible. Now, stand up and get undressed. Joseph is not that big, so no JD for you today, but your ass needs to be especially bloody because you see, you are going to stealth poz him.” I looked confused. “Stealth poz, do you know what that means?” Dr Mike asked as I shook my head no, “Well, that means I have told Joseph it is OK to fuck you without a condom when he asked me if you were ‘clean.’ I did not tell him you were HIV+ or anything else, I cannot lie of course, I just told him that yes, it was perfectly OK and alright to fuck you raw. Now bend over for me, good, let me shred your hole up. I know your blood is boiling with venom now and to help ensure this takes, I had Joseph show up a little early so I could shave him. I told him it would heighten the sensation if his dick and balls were totally clean and I of course made sure to make lots of cuts and nicks in his dick shaft and on his balls, apologizing for my old razor, etc…..but what he thinks was ointment to close up the cuts was actually a little wound dressing designed to keep cuts open and inhibit platelet’s from clotting and stopping the bleeding on his dick. Nothing too obvious of course, but it will be enough to ensure that when your blood covers his dick, it WILL get in.” Dr Mike put the blindfold on me, led me into the room with the padded bench, but did not tie me down. I waited and a few minutes later heard someone come in and immediately felt a dick push into my open mouth. Joseph started fucking my mouth. As before he did not say anything or really even touch me, just used my mouth. With my tongue and mouth I tried to suck hard and stretch the skin on his dick to make sure the nicks and cuts Dr Mike had made got larger and grew. I wanted to make this happen and knew my ass would do its part. After a few minutes Joseph pulled out of my mouth, got behind me, and started to fuck me dry. Even with the regular visits from Dr Mike was ass was still sore, so I bucked a little, but then pushed my hole back for him so he could go deep and started gyrating my hips a little to make sure he hit the walls of my gutz that Dr Mike had shredded with his nails before we started. Joseph fucked faster, harder, and as he started long dicking me I could feel wetness run down the inside of my legs. It was working! This time Joseph grabbed my ass when he came, I felt him shudder, and could tell it was a big orgasm. He pulled out, I heard him say “OH FUCK!” and he left. I felt more warmness ran out of my hole and knew not to move and a few minutes later Dr Mike came in. He pried my legs further apart, poked at my hole “EXCELLENT, yes, yes, just what I wanted. Nice and bloody hole. I see a few gobs of his cum from where he pulled out, so appears you did very well again. I am pleased.” Dr Mike’s dick pounded me and I started begging “Infect me doctor, please take your ass, infect me, oh please please make me your AIDs whore – PLEASE!” I am not sure what it was, the mix of stealthing Joseph and the doctor’s dick or what, but as he said he was getting ready to shoot my own dick let off without even touching it. My ass started squeezing his dick hard and milking his cum as he shot his own nutt. Dr Mike pulled out, got down behind me and started lapping at my cheeks, and the table, cleaning up the mess made by Joseph, him, and my cum. He then walked around to the front, stuck his dick in my mouth and I could taste my all my ass had given and been given. “Stop,” Dr Mike said, so I stopped sucking as his dick rested in my mouth. It seemed like a few minutes and then I felt his dick twitch, pulse, and hot piss started pouring down my throat. I gulped and swallowed and tried not to lose a drop. When he was done Dr Mike helped me off the bench, kissed me rough and deep, then led me back to his office. He took the blindfold off, ordered me to get dressed and told me he would be in touch soon and not to fuck with anyone except Nathan until he said so. BACK IN THE PRESENT THE TATTOO GUY WAS GETTING NEAR THE END OF HIS WORK. I HAD NEVER THOUGHT OF GETTING A TATTOO, BUT DOCTOR’S ORDERS, JUST 24-HOURS BEFORE. Dr Mike had actually called and left me a couple messages the day before on my machine. He said he would be at my apartment that evening, not sure what time, but to be ready. I spent a good part of the evening waiting and he finally showed up about 8:00 p.m. It was a Friday night, and I had not seen Nathan in a few weeks and had plans to be with him, but cancelled for Dr Mike. I had not seen Dr Mike in almost two weeks as he said he was tied up with another patient. I felt sort of hurt, and my hunger for him only grew and I could not get him out of my head. I wanted to go fuck around, but he told me not to, so I was horny as hell too. So when he finally came into the apartment I had all I could do not to beg for his dick. Dr Mike sat on the couch and said, “Kneel. I have not seen you in a little while, but that does not change the fact that your AIDs ass is mine. You understand? And it always will be. I have your lab work back and while you will need to come to the office, tonight is a celebration, as your ass is now, truly, my creation and a total biohazard.” I was not sure exactly what he meant yet, so kept listening as he said, “I ran a number of labs as I wanted to confirm for the charts where we were in your treatment, so listen.” “Your viral load is off the charts! All that toxic cum from Charles, me, and everyone else has twisted your mild, original HIV into something new and wonderful. You are so infected now, your body is riddled with the toxic bug and they are replicating faster then you can imagine! But there’s more. You are positive for Herpes – thanks to good old Hank and as expected, gonorrhea too. I knew that horse dick of Charles’ would help you along. Unfortunately it appears the warts from Joseph’s dick never took, but, well, something to work on. Of course, our timing was important, which is why I could not let you rest, and thanks to Scotty’s gift, I see no need to try to start you on any drugs at the moment, but we will and not in the way you expect as I will only give you enough medicine to make you resistant and then we will switch and switch again and again.” Dr Mike then took my chin in his hands, looked at me intently and said, “You now belong to me. Your ass is mine, your whole body is mine, and your soul is mine. I will continue to treat you as I see fit.” He then slapped my face hard, bringing tears to my eyes. Grabbed my face hard and said, “You understand? Yes? Well you don’t, but you will.” And he slapped me again. “Most of your treatment will happen elsewhere and not at my office unless I come across a special prescription for you.” I must have looked crest fallen as he smiled and said, “Do not worry boy, you will see me in my office during regular hours as needed, and you will have your ass available for me when I say so. But you will continue your treatment mostly on your own as you must maintain your infection. I will give you a phone number for Charles and I expect to hear from him that you have given that ass up to him. I also want you to see Big Ben, remember him? He liked you and I think you liked him yes? Good. You will take his cum as much as you can because I plan to breed in you a new twisted strain. While you can let Nathan fuck you if you wish, he does not come first – ever – only your treatment. You will also be spending many Saturdays at the library with Carl being a slut for every dick you can take.” “Now, to celebrate, I am going to rape that ass,” Dr Mike said as he pushed me into the bedroom and spent the next few hours raping harder and rougher than he ever had, even shoving a t-shirt into my mouth so my screams were muffled as he laughed and fucked harder. As he was getting ready to shoot his third load into me, I was on my back, legs up, he was slam fucking me with his arms hooked under my shoulders and his fingers digging in as he held on. He was starting to get close when he said, “You now why I am raping you now? No? Because I am so proud, so proud of how you took my treatment, but even more proud…because…. YOUR FUCKING BIOHAZARD ASS GAVE JOSEPH AIDS!!!” Dr Mike bit into my shoulder hard as he unloaded in me. He pulled out, made me lick him clean, then left without another word. When I got off the bed and went into the living room there was a sheet of white paper with words typed on it, “2444 18th Street NW – ask for Butch – be there at noon tomorrow.” AS BUTCH THE TATTOO ARTIST WAS CLEANING ME UP, HE HAD ME STAND UP, WALK OVER TO THE MIRROR ON THE WALL IN THE BACK ROOM WE WERE IN, AND HANDED ME ANOTHER LARGE MIRROR SO I COULD EASILY SEE MY NEW IDENTITY MARK, - A BIG, BLACK AND RED, ANGRY BIOHZARD TAT ON MY LOWER BACK, THAT REACHED DOWN TO THE CRACK OF MY ASS, AND WAS ALMOST 9 INCHES WIDE AND 9 INCHES HIGH. THE TATTOO GUY LOOKED AT HIS WORK, SMILED AND SAID, “SO BOY, DOC SAYS YOU ARE NOW READY FOR SOME DEATH AND DESTRUCTION, BUT FIRST, IT’S TIME FOR MY PAYMENT.” I NODDED, SMILED, AND BENT OVER AS HE UNZIPPED HIS PANTS, SPIT, AND FUCKED SOME BEAR CUM INTO ME.