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In the 80's A few years back, I lived in large cosmopolitan city in the Deep South. Just before I left, I saved up some money, and bought myself one of the quintessential used white vans that could be seen everywhere in the city. I padded and carpeted the back floor, sides, and roof, and put in a small cabinet and extra-heavy curtains behind the cab and on the windows ... the usual stuff for then. I also added something special: a padded sawhorse with restrains on the legs and cross piece. As soon as I had finished, I need to test it. As I lived only a few blocks from downtown, I walked to a local bar, I cruised a number of guys, and settling on a hot looking victim: early-20's, auburn hair, dirty-blonde hair, blue eyes. (Yeah, I'm a sucker for blue eyes.) He said his name was Jim. After chatting a bit, I invited him back to my place for sex. When we got to my place, he said that he didn't get fucked ... that he never had, and never would be, because he was afraid of AIDS, and even a condom might break. I said that I was okay with that. We stripped naked, fooled around a bit, and smoked some weed in my bedroom. I suggested that I show him my van. We both threw on clothes, and went back down to where I parked it. I told him we had to take off our shoes before getting in the back. I grinned when he told me he liked the back, but wasn't sure what the sawhorse was for. I told him I'd demonstrate it. I lay down prone on it first, and let him restrain me. After he let me up, I coaxed my intended victim to lie prone on it, and I secured his wrists, ankles, thighs and chest. I then put a gag in his mouth, and asked what he thought of my contraption. All I heard form behind the gag was a muffled response. I took a knife, and cut off his belt, t-shirt, and jeans. He kept pulling at the restraints and trying to yell while I was doing it, but the restraints were firm and the gag was very effective. I was sure with the padding that no one outside the van could hear him. I got a jar of Vaseline from the cabinet, shucked my clothes, and greased up his asshole. I then spread his ass-cheeks, and pressed my dick head against his hole. He he kept trying to writhe and twist to get away while yelling into the gag. Grabbing his hips, I forced my entire thick rock-hard naked seven inch dick deep inside my victim in one shove. For a second his body froze before he screamed into the gag and fought like mad to get free. I took my time plowing his ass, enjoying how it convulsed around the cock that had destroyed his virginity. He continued to gurgle behind the gag and writhe, still pulling in vane at the restraints. Eventually, I decided I'd had enough, so I fucked him faster until I felt my balls start to draw up. Yelling "Take it, bitch," I rammed in balls-deep and splattered a huge load in him. He was crying as I withdrew my cock from his violated asshole. I cleaned-up myself, cleaned-up his ass, and dressed myself. As I stepped out of the van he resumed yelling into the gag. Perfect: I could barely hear him with the door open; with it shut, I couldn't hear anything at all. I drove the van to a leather bar, and parked it at the far end of the lot before I went inside. One by one, I began approaching men to see if they were interested in what I had to offer. It wasn't long before I found my first taker: an average biker type in boots and jeans. We walked out to my van, and climbed in back. He ran his hands over Jim's ass, murmuring "Nice." Jim pulled desperately at the restraints and yelled into the gag. "He okay with this?" the biker asked. I smiled "Why wouldn't he be?" The biker smirked, "Got it. Besides, I don't fuckin' care." By the time he had his clothes off, his dick was already hard. He stepped between Jim's secured legs, rammed it in and started fucking. In short order he blew a juicy load into Jim's ass. He dressed and we left. "Hot hole. Thanks," he said as he split. Over the next hours, I found eight different guys similar to the biker, all ages and races and sizes, each of whom eagerly mounted, plowed, and shot his load in the restrained victim's rectum. After the second guy, Jim stopped yelling, and began to uselessly blubber pleas behind the gag. His ass filled with more and more cum, some of which dribbled down the insides of his thighs as each new cock displaced some to make room for another guy's load. The last guy was the topper: a old biker, in his late 50's or early 60's, hairy, balding, salt & pepper beard, beer belly, smoking a fat cigar. I took him to the van like all the others, he fingered the cum dripping from Jim's hole, and grinned at me lopsided as he commented "Guess Ah'm not the first tonight, eh? That's okay. Ah like sloppy seconds." He unbuttoned his jeans, and brought out a very large cock and balls that were the size of goose eggs. It only took a few strokes for his cock to become a tool the size of a tall beer can with a huge steel PA. "Holy shit!" I muttered. Grinning lewdly, he asked "Think he can take this?" "He has a choice?" I answered. The biker laughed "Shit, no!" Still smoking his stogie, he stepped in and pressed the head against Jim's hole. "Hold on, fucker. This's gonna be a bumpy ride." He then began pushing himself inside Jim who renewed his whimpering and writhing. He slapped his ass. "Ah'm horny as hell, an' it's my turn at yer butthole." He then forced the entirely of his monster cock up the defenceless asshole, and Jim resumed screaming into the gag. "Take it slut!" Pausing a second, his huge dick buried balls deep in Jim's asshole, he glanced at me and commented "Hot hole... still sorta tight," adding the wry remark "for now." He then vigorously ploughed Jim who turned his face to me, tears streaking his face. I bent down and pretended to listen to him. I told the biker "He said he doesn't get fucked." Demonic lust contorted the biker's face. "That so? Lyin' slut. My dick too big for ya? Too bad." He rammed into Jim, who whimpered and quivered as the biker's trusts became brutal. "Ah'll just teach yer hole to open up an' like it. Ah'll fuckin' make it open up." I got hard watching him assault my victim's hole and my victim's fingers and toes reflexively curling and flexing. The old biker's stamina was incredible. He'd brutally plow Jim non-stop for ten minutes, slow down or stop for a few, his cock still lodged in Jim's ass, only to resume brutally plowing him. Some 45 minutes later he was still at it. He looked over at me and commented "Ah could do this all night, but Ah gotta be at work in a few hours." Grasping Jim's hips tighter, he launched into an assault far more rapid and brutal than the prior ones, his huge balls slapping loudly against Jim's butt. "Gettin' there, slut. Yer hole's wide open an' Ah'm about to blow. Ah yeah. Ah yeah, TAKE IT SLUT!" He threw his head back and bellowed, his monster cock buried to the hilt in Jim's ass. Wave after wave of orgasm wracked the biker as he came and came in Jim. Finally spent, he pulled back abruptly from Jim. "Fuck!" He looked at me. Damned good fuck." He began stuffing his softening cock and balls back in his jeans, the front of which were dark and damp with sweat, ass juices and various loads of cum in Jim's ass. He slapped Jim on the ass. "Hope ya liked that ... Ah sure did! Felt like Ah shot a gallon of cum up yer butthole." He opened the door, stepped out, then turned back with a really evil grin on his face. "By the way, all that hot seed Ah just shot in yer ass? t's dirty ... radioactive ... POZ." He laughed, slammed the door, and walked away. Jim began sobbing. My cock was once more rock hard.

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!

First Chapter of 'Revenge' has been finished by me. If you like this.... show me.

The Confessional: I was led to the confessional by hand, and as I came to find out, it was a closet, with a glory hole cut into the door. I heard the door open, and close, and then was instructed to remove my hood. After removed, the priest asked me what my confession was. I told him that I was looking to become poz, and that I was recently seeded by several toxic tops. The Father asked me why I thought it was a sin, as I was chasing, and took several anonymous poz loads. I explained to the Father that although I was looking to become positive, I wanted to know who my gifter was. The Father told me that although I could have already become positive it would be considered an “Immaculate Conception” and that I was not to worry about it, and that although it was not a sin in his eyes, immediately told me that I must repent and then there was total silence. A cock then poked through the glory hole, and he instructed to take his holy post for his forgiveness. Its was hard to tell through the glory hole, but he seemed to have 8+ inches of dripping uncut meat. As I continued to devour his holy post, he said “good alter boy.” Through his voice, I could tell that a massive load was building, and it wouldn’t be long before I received my gift. His cock suddenly withdrew from the glory hole, and he instructed me to turn around and put my ass up to the glory hole to receive my repentance. I quickly obliged, and within 5 minutes, his pace quickened and I felt his cock pulsing inside me as he told me to prepare for his blessing. After remaining in me for a few minutes, he instructed me to turn around and clean his holy post. As I did, I could taste the salty taste of cum, mixed in with the coppery taste of blood. With that, he told me it was time to meet my new pastor.

Happy Thanksgiving in advance to those of you who are observing the holiday, whether it's with family (blood/adopted or chosen), friends, pets, or Netflix and your couch/bed. ?

The Stables (Part 2) “Oh fuck…. oh God….. sweet fucking Jesus…. fuck me harder…” Greg moaned. The invading cock painfully penetrated his body, still he struggled to push himself onto the hard piece of flesh, determined to give the guy in the other booth the best possible experience. Greg also took pleasure in knowing the man penetrating his ass would shoot a big load into his body. The barback also worked to assist Greg in accommodating the full length of the invading cock, applying lube and some gentle pressure to Greg's body, and sure enough, before too terribly long Greg felt the cold wooden wall against his ass cheeks, a sensation that brought a real sense of achievement to him. The top, meanwhile, realizing he had reached full-depth, vigorously churned his rock-solid cock into the accommodating cunt, mumbling "Fuck, man, nice - your virgin pussy is so fucking tight.” Greg could hear other voices encouraging the stallion to increase the speed, calling out ‘Wreck his cunt’ and ‘Make him bleed’ and ‘Use him like the whore he is' were tossed about. ’ they cheered. By this point Greg was breathing heavily, and truthfully wished the experience didn't hurt so much, but he considered by advice the barback offered, that by the fourth or fifth dick the pain would subside, and he would readily be able to accommodate the biggest dick. Taking comfort in the advice Greg voluntarily reached behind himself, forcibly separated his cheeks, thereby allowing the stallion's cock to slip in just a bit deeper. “You stupid whore, I’m gonna spray my poz load into you soon” the guy on the other side grunted, adding “Come on, milk my cock. Use your greedy cunt to pull the poz load out of my balls.” Greg felt the stallion's cock punching in and out of his twat, and it seemed as if the top was loosing his self control, a suspicion which was ratified when the stallion groaned and snorted loudly, announcing “I’m shooting my junk into you, you whore… Do you feel my dirty cum, bitch?” The barback smiled, giving Greg a thumb up for a great job, also admonishing him to remain still for a minute or so, allowing the stallion's balls sufficient time to shoot their entire load into Greg's hole. Greg complied, standing still, his ass chute centered on the hole in the wall. After the guy withdrew his cock from Greg’s cunt, the twink turned around and knelt in front of the hole, thanking the poz fucker for his cum saying “Thanks for giving me your poz load, Sir. Feel free to reload me anytime.” Tom, the barback, couldn’t believe it. He watched the boy kneeling in front of the glory hole, thanking the first AIDs bloke to demolish his cunt. He almost felt sorry for him, that he and his buddies had taken advantage of an innocent in this fashion. Tom had worked as a barback for two years, but had never experienced a scenario such as that in which he had just participated. Tom, like virtually every man with whom he crossed paths, knew about the risks of bareback sex. Still, Tom considered, there are always guys who are completely innocent and inexperienced - such as the mare in the booth. This feeling didn’t last long, as another cock pushed through the glory hole and a grumpy voice told Gregory to stop this fucking advertisement and get his twat back to the glory hole and onto his cock. Greg was excited feeling the next guy required attention to his cock and so he got up and turned around. He reached for the dick behind him and led it to his freshly pozzed cunt. This time the pain was more bearable this time. Greg’s eyes were closed while he enjoyed the feeling of being fully stuffed again. The bartender told him, he had to take care of other things outside, but would be back later on. Outside he saw the fucker, who just unloaded his toxic seed into the adolescent guy. He was talking to some pals about the slut they were corrupting right now. Tom congratulated him for the great job and saw the bloody streaks on the still semi hard cock. “I hope, you don’t mind” he said and knelt down in front of the bloke, starting to lick the virgins ass juices away from the dick. He loved to taste the innocent boy’s ass for the very last time. Everything was going as planned. Meanwhile the second guy ripped Greg’s cunt open mercilessly. With the first deposit he had enough lube to fuck the whore. “Slut - Push your ass against the wall bitch… where are you going? I said, against the wall you low life. Don’t make me come over there. That’s better, dick ditch,” the guy snorted obscenely. The fellow enjoyed Greg's tight slit and concentrated on his mission to damage the mare on the other side of the partition so a different strain would get a chance to contaminate the young mare. He knew once his venom would be in his victim another guy would work his cum into the slut’s system. He wouldn’t know what had hit him….. Greg tried his best to satisfy the stallion, now convinced he had been born expressly to be on the receiving end. He wanted to actually move his ass, but it seemed to be the best to keep his asshole close to the wall and let the dude take all the action. He tried to imagine the guy on the other side, but in the end it was not important. He was just another hole - right next to the hole in the wall. Greg gasped for air. The guy on the other side hammered his prick hard into Greg’s body, which lead Greg to beg “Fuck me harder. It hurts so good man.“ “Yeah… I will seed you with my cum. You deserve it” the guy on the other side chuckled, adding “Do you want me to breed you now bitch?” “Yeah man…. breed me. Give me your load man…. Give me your fucking load please.” Greg begged. He got his wish when his ass was flooded with hot and sticky cum, while the stallion on the other side of the partition wall cursed loudly. That morning Greg hadn't been truly certain that his decision to seek-out The Stable had been the right decision, but at least at this moment Greg was convinced he existed solely to get fucked. Even as the stallion in his ass was pumping his poz load into his ass, Greg couldn’t wait to get another cock up his cunt. Oh, and his cunt was already leaking. It felt great…

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……..

I was cruising CL not too long ago when I came across an interesting post. "Blindfolded bottom wanted" was the subject, and it had me intrigued immediately. The poster was a top who provided no other personal information about himself. Here was a guy who was looking to walk into someone's house, find him blindfolded and ass up, prelubed and ready to be fucked. No talking, no foreplay, just hot fucking. Those of you who read my story from back in January will already know that this is my kind of scene. I sent him a note with a pic of my eager hole (gaped wide by the guy who was kind enough to stop fucking me long enough to take it!) and waited. In less than 5 minutes, it was on. We went back and forth for a while with directions and instructions (he wanted me in my foyer, on the floor, blindfolded with a scarf and with my lube next to me on the floor). My hole twitched at the thought of being used by another random, unseen stranger. Then came the disappointment - he only played "safe." He told me he would bring the condom. As with my Philly dark room stranger, I was disappointed, but didn't let on. I needed a cock in my ass. He must have asked me three times if I was thinking about backing out. Clearly he's had guys flake or cancel on him plenty of times before. It is CL after all, and this isn't a scene for just anyone. But as we've seen before it's definitely mine! At the appointed time, I turned out all the lights in my house, and just left the porch light on. That was how he would be able to see me in the darkened house when he arrived. I tied a winter scarf around my eyes and got down on all 4's, completely naked, with my ass pointed toward the door. My brown bottle didn't stray far from my nose as I waited in silence for his footsteps to approach. I didn't have to wait long. The door opened and I heard the rustle of fabric as he shed his clothes. Then I felt his fingers on my ass, caressing one cheek, then the other, then slipping into my crack to find my hole. With an approving grunt, he knelt down behind me and pushed my knees apart to position me in line with his cock. I felt just the tip nudge against my hole, and realized that he had never stopped to wrap his cock. Was I going to be made to take this complete stranger's load? YES! He slid about half of his shaft inside me, pausing with a sigh to relish the velvety smoothness of my hole. Neither of us said anything, but I gave an enthusiastic grunt to let him know that he felt as good to me as I did to him. That was all he needed. As he slid in and out of my hole - pulling out entirely from time to time to tease me with the head before plunging back in - the brown bottle made regular trips to my nose and I was in heaven! His balls slapped against mine and he repeatedly slapped my ass as his thrusts quickened, and I could feel his shaft getting even harder inside my hole as the sperm began flowing out of his balls. With a gasp, he lurched and gripped my hips extra-tight, and I could feel his cock jerking and spasming deep inside me as he blew his load. With one last slap of my ass he pulled out, and I felt his cum running down my balls to drip on the floor beneath me. He dressed, the last sound I heard being his zipper before the door opened and my stranger disappeared into the night.

I haven’t been with many guys but love reading this site and hoping to find more sexual exploits from this site and bbrt. I decided to go to a bathhouse in Tampa..the thought of anonymous sex at these places makes me horny...I walk ( first time to one)..wonder around the main area for a few minutes where this guy grabs me and starts making out with me...I don’t object...I love all men....we go back to my room where I start to suck on his cock for a bit...he’s starting to fill my mouth as he gets hard and after about 10 minutes reaches for some lube and starts to eork on my asshole....I’m so turned on at this point I’ll do anything...he turns me around and starts to enter me with his cock..it’s about 6 inches...my first time bareback...after taking his cock for 5 mins or so he asks me if I’m ready for some hot dirty seed...I’ve read enough on this site to know what that means...all I say is that this feels so good and he unloads inside me... i hung around the place for a bit longer to blow some guys...overall a hot sleezy place... back in Columbus Ohio now ...would love to find some more seed to take

By then Justin had slipped his long fingers in her and she could take four of them and he pulled them out and feed her more cum and she sucked his finger clean and he slide his dick in her pussy and said fuck drew you opened her right up. He fucked her and and she moaned and Drew played with her clit and it was not long and she came again and Justin pounded her for another ten minutes and shot off again in her but this time he made her clean off his dick and by the time Drew slipped back in her she was impaled on Justin's dick and Drew fucked her like he was pounding an nail in a cement wall and he only lasted about eight minute and he shot off just as Justin gave her another load down her throat and Drew grabbed the towel and whipped his dick off and said he needed to see his girlfriend and just pulled out and whispered in Julie's ear and said he was free tomorrow. Then he got dressed and they gave me a high five on the way out and said fuck dude anytime. I grabbed Julie and held her while I pulled off the blindfold and told her it was amazing and hoped she like it and she said, I knew you would come thru. Those two were so hot! I have not had sex like that since I was married! I held her and we planned the next time and I asked her if she was open to exploring and she wanted to know what I said you must be wiling and then I might tell you. She agreed she was willing and I said there are many more surprises for you! Trust me!

It was Wednesday and after practice I asked Drew to stay after and Justin already knew what was going down and we went for a ride and ended up at the guest house and had some beer and talked. I had Justin start and I jumped in. He told Drew, dude Coach has a woman he wants us to fuck and she can take big dick. I jumped in and said Drew don't feel like you have to participate but I have an ex girlfriend who needs attention and although I would love to help her out I can't being married and all but if you guys want to fuck her and use her hot body I am all for it. Drew was speechless but nodded his head yes! I looked at Justin and said great, can you two be free Friday after class, we do not have practice and if you two are free we could meet up here at 6 PM. They both said sure, fuck yea and gave each other a high five. I told them they could not say a word to anyone and they promised and I ushered them out and back to my SUV and we speed back to the gym and they left. I took some time and emailed Julie and said it was all set, I had a surprise for her and gave her the address to be at by 545 PM and told her to be ready for some fun! I got the blindfold, some restraints, poppers and a ball gag and everything we would need for a good time,! Friday quickly approached and I was having as hard a time as the boys. Every time I would talk to them on the side about Friday they would both have a hard one so practice was impossible. These guys really needed to get off. Friday I was at the guest house by 5 PM and got the sofa ready and had lube, the blindfold, restraints for her hands and the ball gag. When Julie arrive she was early it was 537 PM and I invited her in and she was wearing what I told her to a soft satin top and a mini shirt. I had her come in and we hugged and maybe a little longer than I should of and I felt her up and she was a firm as I remembered and she hot not gained a pound from the looks of it. I helped her pull her blouse off and I unsnapped her bra. Cupped her breast and played with them a little and bent down and sucked her nipple and after I pulled up she tried to kiss me and I said wait! Can't kiss on the lips but can kiss your body as long as we do not exchange body fluid from touching or kissing. Her rules sorry. I helped her slip on her blouse and you could see her breast all perky through the satin and set her on the couch. She sat there looking at me and telling me how good I looked and I shared the same feeling back and said I had a lot planned for her. I went further and shared that this could be a one time event or we could make it regular it was all up to her. She looked restless like she was really horny and needed to be touched and just then I looked at the clock and we only had five minutes. I said we need to get you ready. I slide the rope between back of the couch and tied her wrist to her sides and then slipped the blindfold on her and put a ball gag in her mouth and fastened it. I told her she was in for a great time and I would be here the entire time and she would be able to hear but not speak until I unfastened the ball gag so her mouth could be used. I said nod your head if you understand, she proceeded to nod her head and just then the boys walked in in their basketball shorts and t-shirts. They kicked off their shoes and Pulled off their shirts. I said slow down we have all night. I motioned them to go sit on either side of her and their shorts were tenting already. Instinctively Justin started to feel her breast and pinched her nipple and then went to the other one and Drew felt up her leg and made his way to her panties and started to rub her pussy. She started to moan and drew smiled at me and Justin lifted up her blouse and draped it around her neck and started to suck her left nipple while he twisted and squeezed her other breast and Drew must have slipped a finger in her because she was moaning and he said fuck that is wet. She has the wettest fucking pussy. He pulled her right leg up on his so he could get in her more and then Justin pulled off her breast and unsnapped her mini shirt and they helped her slip it off and she sat there in purple lacy underwear that were wet you could tell and drew pulled her leg back up and Justin did the same and went back to her tits. Drew started to finger fuck her and she was making wet sounds and moaning and Justin kissed her neck and rubbed her tits and this went on for four to five minutes and she came really hard and shook and make crazy sounds thru the ball gag. Just said fuck, she one hot slut, I want to taste that wet pussy dude. Drew went to sucking on her tits and Justin got down and started to eat her pussy. She was shaking again and he make her arch her back as much as she could and spread her legs so he could get his tongue up in her and then he slide one finger and and then two and fucked her and then three and she went again. Fucking came right on his face and he licked and sucked her pussy and then he stood up and slipped his gym shorts off and I had never seen his dick hard but fuck man this kid had 11 inches and he was rock hard and he leaned in and pulled her out so her pussy was on the edge of the couch and drew untied her restraints and pulled her to him and Justin pulled her leg up and slide his dick head in her pussy and then sunk deeper and he was half way in her and then pulled out and slide back in even deeper and before long he was fucking her and in either minutes I was watching him and he said fuck I should have fucked a whore like this a long time ago. He fucked her tow more minute and shoved deep and growled and groaned and shot deep in her. He shook and started to pull out and said dude you gotta feel that hot wet cunt on your dick. Drew slipped from behind her and pulled down his shorts while Justin took hold of her and held her from behind and grabbed her breast and whispered to her, you have the hottest pussy ever. I am gonna need a lot of it so hope you enjoy yourself so I can have more. Drew turned and I could see this beer can dick that was 8 inches long and could have been 9 inches around. I thought dude you are gonna wreck that pussy, I almost told him he couldn't because I did not want him to hurt her or make it so she did not want to do it anymore but he was so excited and I could not cock block him. He started to rub his fat head on her clit, she moaned and the slide forcefully but artfully against her pussy and her lips slipped to the side and he kept the pressure but her lips did not see to want to part. Justin put his hands on either side and pulled them apart and his head was starting to be somewhat between her lips and Justin whispered do it Drew, and Drew got this Evil look and pushed his head in and she put her hands on his chest to push him back and he kept the pressure on her and his dick was stuck it seemed. I grabbed the poppers and opened them then put them under her nose and held the left side and told her to breath. She did, and then the right and I moved them back and four three more times and just about then Drew broke into her and there was this pop and she moaned and make a sound like a fucking cat so it must have hurt at first and he held still and then moved a little and I held the poppers under her nose again and she started to relax and he was able to start fucking her slowly and the more he fucked her the longer strokes he could take and he was eventually pounding her pussy and he said Fuck Justin you are right she is a whore. Fucking slut for dick and I am getting really close and I am going to give her my cum. He hammered away and then sunk deep and said there bitch take my nut. These two exceeded my expectation, I popped up with cum on my stomach, I had blown while Drew was cumming in Julie and I grabbed a towel while Justin and drew got something to drink and I went over to Julie and put my hands all over her and she shook and I unfastened the ball gag and said you want more? Before she could answer I told her how hot she was and that she was even a better fuck than when we were together. I slid my finger across her pussy and he was stretched out and wet as fuck I took the cum on my fingers and fed it to her. I did it four more times before boys were back for round two.

"My heart raced as I handed Greg the astro glide and watched as he applied a thin coat to his throbbing cock. Grabbing the max impact, I sprayed it on my yellow hankie and put it in my mouth as Greg lined his cock up with my ass. 'Just a quick huff while you enter me! Feel free to take some if you need it!' Surprisingly, there was no pain and not even a moment of discomfort as Greg's cock penetrated my ass, just my ass muscles responding to accommodate an invited guest. 'Tell me if I'm hurting you and I'll take it slow!' I wrapped my legs around Greg's waist, pushing him deeper into me. 'As big as your cock is, it's sliding right in!' 'Your tight, hot, wet ass feels like velvet!' Before long, Greg's cock went through my second ring and I entered a state of bliss as he hilted, his balls hitting my butt cheeks. 'Put my legs on your shoulders so you can longdick me!' He did as he was told, fucking me with a passion I'd never before experienced. 'Kiss me!' We kissed with the same amazing passion, swapping spit, our bodies coated in fucksweat. Maybe 5 minutes later, I felt Greg's cock swell to new proportions as he broke our kiss. 'Uuugghh, fuck, I'm cumming!' I felt torrents of his seed coating the walls of my ass as Greg collapsed on top of me. 'Sorry about cumming so fast but between your sweet ass and not having sex for 6 months, I couldn't help myself!' 'No need for apologies, I enjoyed every fuckstroke and every inch of your magnificent cock! Don't pull out! Your cock feels too good in me! Let it go soft and slip out on it's own!' Once more, we kissed and before long, Greg's cock slipped out of my ass and I broke the kiss to handle other matters. 'Time for me to clean your cock and if you don't mind, nibble on your extreme overhang!' Greg straddled my chest, his flaccid cock glistening with cum and butt juices. 'Anything you wanna do is fine with me, but when you're finished I wanna felch your ass and snowball with you!' Placing my hands on his butt cheeks, I pulled his cock into my mouth, savoring the flavors of it. If they had any nutritional value, I could live on a steady diet of cum and butt juices and yet, I never refused them. Digging my tongue beneath his obscene overhang, I licked his cockhead and gently nibbled on his foreskin. Because they were too big to fit both of them in my mouth at the same time, I licked his balls, one at a time. 'Greg, you're a tasty man!' 'Let me at your sweet ass to felch and snowball!' He practically attacked my ass, thrusting his tongue in, audibly slurping. Again, he was on top of me as his cum flowed back and forth between our mouths. 'Damn, you're yummy! Piggy as it was, there's something about being with you that I've never felt before. It's like the rest of the world disappeared and it was just the 2 of us!' 'We're in total agreement! The second I felt you in me, you took me to Gregland, population 2, land of complete and utter bliss!' 'Now, it's your turn! Show me that you give as good as you get!'

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.

Chapter XXI We held each other close for a long time. If our friends found out they were being sacrificed because of us, we would have none left we were sure. Neither of us could understand the depravity of this. We had both succumbed to his huge poz cock once each, but had not converted. Now, he wanted us to give our asses to him, again and again, until we both were pozzed. We had to do something and fast, but what? We both agreed that that huge cock was the best fuck we had ever had, but POZ? Can we really go do that. We discussed it for an hour but at the end of that time all we had done was get ourselves all riled up and hot from the memory of how that cock had felt in our holes. My love was almost totally a top, but had taken it and admitted it had felt marvelous. I on the other hand had used toys and big ones at that, but his had been bigger and I, also, thought his cock was magnificent. Both of us were panting by this time with the talk and soon were in each others arms and making love together. We both almost raped the other, until we were completely spent and that was after doing it 4 times. Each time was more ardent than the one before it, until both of us just as we were both climaxing for the last time, yelled at each other, "OMG, DO ME, FUCK ME WITH YOUR HUGE COCK,...……...POZ MY ASS." We had both said this in unison and were shocked, and then looking into each others eyes, we nodded, knowing we could not keep having our friends being picked off, one by one, without trying to save them. We got out of bed, slowly, knowing what we had to do, but trying to prolong it at least a short time more. Turning on our computer, we opened our email and sent the message: We can't let you convert any more of our friends. We are ready to surrender to your will. POZ us and leave our friends alone, His email came back in only about 15 minutes. He told us we were being sensible now and by the way, look at the attachment and I will send details later for our MEETING. We opened the attachment to find, 6 clips. SIX, all of them friends of ours and each of them with cum leaking out of their holes and the message with them was that we had waited too long and he was really horny and had called some more of our friends up and this was the result. All of them had gaping red as hell holes, with cum and it looked like some red and pink tinges in the cum from we supposed was blood. He had not waited any longer and we were shocked, again, About an hour later another email from him came. He said he had been busy, with a LOL, and now was a little tired. Not tonight for you two, but be here at the bar, Friday night, and be prepared to stay the whole night. It will be a lot of fun.

PART 5 Everything went into overdrive and I felt a surge of lust go through me like I had never experienced. And my was throbbing yes, but my hole was spasming and just felt so, so... hungry. Tom looked down at me, “You like poppers Chris?” “Fuck this is so... oh my god,” was all I could get out. “You should see the way your hole is just going crazy. It looks so sexy convulsing like that," he remarked with a smile. “Please lick it again. I want to feel it so bad. My butt, it’s just, holy shit, I never felt like this before,” I sputtered. My entire focus seemed to be on my hole. I knew my dick was hard, but I didn’t care. I just needed his attention on my hole again. “Chris, I can’t lick it now, I put that lube on and it doesn’t taste that good.” He edged closer to me and handed me the bottle again. I automatically did two deep breaths in each nostril. I was just flying now. And he came in and pointed his rock hard cock, with precum dripping from its head, and slowly began rubbing my exposed hole with his cockhead. And oh fuck it felt good. I ground my ass against his cock, bucking and teasing, but he just teased back. He was so good at it, driving me further and further over the edge. The thought that he didn’t have a condom on registered but he wasn’t fucking me, so I dismissed it immediately. Besides, it felt so fucking good. He seemed to sense when the poppers started to fade and urged me on again. “Three hits, Chris. Three hits in each nostril. Or else, no more hole-rubbing,” he whispered. I wasted no time hitting each nostril with three deep pulls from my new friend, this little brown bottle. He went back to work teasing my hole as I writhed and tried to stay still, when it felt so good that I just wanted more. He was so subtle that I barely felt him increasing the pressure against my hole. And his teasing got more pronounced,as he focused on the center of my hole. Slowly and surely, he increased the pressure and it was now impossible to deny the gentle burrowing of his cock. But it was okay. He wasn’t fucking me. My breath was coming out in sharp gasps by now and it all felt so good. When he said “Four times, Chris. Four big hits on each side. Do it. Do it my sexy little boy,” I immediately complied. And I was already so spun. And those last hits broke my final will. I didn’t even realize it had happened til after it had happened. It was like my body made the decision for me. About thirty seconds after those four hits on each side, with his firm pressure against my hole and his cock already burrowing into my opening, I literally heaved myself up and impaled myself onto his cock. The head popped through my ring and two inches of hard raw shaft followed. He held me firm. I didn’t take anymore cock in me, but he wasnt gonna let me back off either. I half screamed and half moaned. The burn of pain in my ass subsiding already. “There’s my little bottom boy. I knew you’d show yourself. Such a tight hole. A hungry tight hole,” he whispered. And he was now working more of his cock in, pushing me to take it but not trying to hurt me. “Hit the bottle again sexy. Hit those poppers and let that little hole relax,” he murmurred. I know I did hit the poppers over and over,but lost count of how much each time. And by now there was zero denying that he was fucking me. His cock was sliding in and out and he worked it deeper and deeper. Nothing had ever felt this good. Then I remembered he wasn’t wearing a condom. “Tom, what about, what about condoms?” I got out between gasps. “I don’t have any sexy. Besides it feels so good like this. Skin to skin,” was his reply. And it did feel so good. And he was going even deeper and fucking me more aggressively and the poppers... I lost it. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Feels so good. So good. Big fucking cock so good,” I babbled. And then he was whispering in my ear, “Your hole is so hungry I can feel it, like you are pulling me inside you. I’m almost balls deep. You know what’s gonna happen when I am buried all the way inside you? I’m gonna cum. Deep up in you. And you are gonna let me aren’t you?” I was grunting and gave no sign of discouragement, but that wasn’t enough. He continued, “ Say it. Say it’s okay for me to cum inside you. I’m not gonna let you have it if you don’t ask for it.” I didn’t even think about it. I was facing a primal need that immediately rendered my decision. “Cum in me, Tom, I want you. Give my your load inside my ass," I managed to get out as he was so close to bottoming out in me. “Oh yeah, fuck yeah, I'm so close so close to filling your hole up with cum. Take it. Take that big dick. Earn that cum load,” he whispered. With a last hit if poppers, I finally blossomed and he sank that last bit into my boy hole. It hurt in that good way that instantly made me want to feel again again. He was delivering short hard strokes with the result he was balls-deep in my ass. "Oh fuck yeah. Gonna give it to you. Gonna fucking cum. Fucking fill you up. Yeah yeah FUCK YEAH, take that fucking load. Take that fucking hot cum. Oh, fuck,” he groaned in a deep voice. “Oh god. Oh god,” was all I could get out. Over and over. In the back of my brain I realized my torso was dripping with cum - a load I had blown, but which I somehow hadn't realized when I was actually cumming. The feeling of my hole being fucked so deeply had overwhelmed my orgasm. My cock hadn’t mattered compared to the ecstasy of my asshole. “Please stay in me,” I whispered. He looked down at me and announced "You are the sexiest boy I have ever fucked. I swear your hole NEEDED dick. And cum. It needed that too didn’t it sexy boy?” A s I started to come down, the alarms went off in my head. Holy fuck, this guy came in me. And it felt like he came a lot too. I had no idea if he was safe or anything. I slowly backed off his cock, which fell out of my hole with a plop. I was losing that fuck high quickly. How could I have lost control like this? Because he was so fucking sexy, I answered myself. And those poppers. It made me feel like I had to have his dick in me. My body needed it so bad it override my brain. I started to back off him and got up on very very shaky legs to find my clothes. I was a little embarrassed now that I had acted slutty and lost control and I had even asked him to cum in me. I asked him too! Apparently Tom could sense my developing freak and reassured me, “ Hey sexy, I know that was a lot at once. I am so happy I met you though. You are so hot. And I would love to do this again and again. It can be our secret, if you want. But I hope you want more. And the look in your eyes says you do.” By now I had my shorts and shirt on. I knew I had to ask. And I was so scared as I quietly asked “Tom, are you... are you safe?” He looked at me and patted the bed to sit down next to him, asking with a slight smile "Safe? What does that mean? Was I gentle not to hurt you? If that’s what you mean, yes. Or do you mean something else?” He was gonna make me say it. "Meaning HIV," came my whispered reply. “Chris, I want you to think about what we just did. Think about how much you liked it. How badly YOU wanted it to happen. How it just got better and better. Like you always dreamed man sex could be. And I have more to show you and more to share. And you will be back. Maybe in a day. Or a week. Or two. But you are gonna come back here for more man sex with me. And it’s going to be raw like now. And you will ask me to cum in you again. You will even beg. And to answer your question, yes I am HIV positive. And yes, you took a huge load of my cum.” His gentle smile never faded. I don’t remember my reply. It was all about getting out at that moment. I am sure I said goodbye as I left as quickly as I could. I stumbled on still rubbery legs to my place, extremely aware of the wetness in my hole and asscrack. His semen was slowly leaking out of me. I shut the door behind me and locked it, made it to my room and fell on my bed. My head was spinning. HIV positive cum was inside my ass. What was I gonna do? And then his speech at the end. As if I'd ever do that again! But as my thoughts continued to unfold for every ten fearful 'Oh fucks!', there was a long thought of the knowledge I had just had sex that was so amazing I didn’t even think it was possible. But there was no way I was ever doing it again. No way.

**The following parts conclude the Joseph story – enjoy** Time for Phase 3 – Make Joseph Need a Bareback Hole: Time for Phase 4 – The Wife Finds Out, Teaching Joseph to be a Cheater Time for Phase 5 – Turning Joseph into a Stealth Pozzer and the Break Up EPILOGUE Time for Phase 3 – Make Joseph Need a Bareback Hole: Joseph’s email was promising, saying he would do anything if I let him come by and that was promising, so I replied I would meet him at 12:30 at my place, but did not have much time. I also knew that guilt held power and decided to let him feel some shame when I told him, “And man, we can’t do what happened last night, OK? I told you there is minimal risk if you fuck me bareback of me getting your HIV, but you can’t cum in me.” Joseph took a while to respond and typed, “I am SO SORRY, I promise, I won’t do that again, I’ll make sure you know when I am close.” “If I let you fuck me raw again,” I replied and signed off. Let him stew on that for a while. When I got to my building Joseph was outside in his company car, looked around nervously as he got out and followed me in, and started kissing me in the elevator as soon as the doors closed. As soon as we got in the apartment he was trying to pull my suit pants down and I had to tell him to ease up. This time when we went to the bedroom Joseph had no hesitation about sticking his raw dick in my ass, - SUCCESSS!!! Dr Mike should be fucking proud of me!!! Joseph fucked fast and furious and this time I let him pull out, shoot on my back, and let him think he had been a good boy. Joseph now started calling me really early in the morning almost every day so he could stop by on his way to the office or come through during his lunch hour. He never mentioned putting on a condom again, and now started saying how much he loved fucking my ass, feeling my hot, raw hole around his dick every time we fucked. After about the fourth or fifth time of Joseph fucking me raw and pulling out and shooting on my back, he was over for an early morning fuck and seemed especially horny. “Katie tried to get me to fuck her last night,” Joseph said as he was laying on top of me with his dick up my ass, slowly grinding his raw dick around in my hole. “She sucked me for a while, got me really hard, then when I went to put on the condom to fuck her I got totally soft. All I could think about was your ass and how good it feels when I fuck you. I just couldn’t do it, she then tried sucking me off and that didn’t work either, so too afraid of…..well you know.” “It’s OK man, you know you can fuck me, I want to take it for you, fuck me like you want to fuck Katie, you dick feels SOOOO GOOD inside me, oh please don’t stop,” I said. “Oh yeah, I need your ass, I need you, will you let me keep fucking you?” Joseph asked, “Can I fuck you? I need to cum so bad.” Joseph started fucking harder, breathing hard as my ear as he tried spreading my cheeks with his hands to get deeper up my hole. He started saying, “Oh yeah, got such a big load, I need to shoot, so much cum, damn….damn…I love fucking you like this, just love fucking you.” I could tell Joseph was getting close and put my hands back to gently push him off me and said, “Ok man, now when you close just remember to pull out, OK?” Joseph did not respond, just fucked harder and faster, and pushed at him a little more and said, “Come man, pull out – don’t cum in me!” Raising my voice a little to make him think I did not want it. This seemed to excite him as he used his hands, brought my wrists around and up by my head and started fucking faster and breathing hard. I struggled a little for affect, “No man, please, don’t cum in me again, PLEASE DON’T” GIVE ME YOUR AIDS!” That pushed Joseph over the edge as he said, “OH GOD…YES…FUCK…CUMMING IN YOU, CUMMING…AAAHHHH – AH AH!” Joseph did not pull right off this time like the first time, and worked his poz cum around and into my hole while still holding me down. He then rolled off, I rolled onto my side and looked at him and he was just smiling, “I’m really sorry,” Joseph said, “I just – fuck I LOVE fucking you and I needed to cum so bad, and pulling out just leaves me backed up, can’t cum like I want like that, I’m sorry – Ok – just go wash out or do what you did before. You said that worked right?” I tried not to smile, and gave him a disgusted, glowering look. I rolled over, got up and started to walk to the bathroom when Joseph said, “Wait, come here.” So I walked back and he was now sitting on the edge of the bed. He turned me around, had me bend forward, spread my cheeks, “FUCK! I can see my cum coming out of your ass – DAMN – your pink hole so wet – hmmmm…..” and with that Joseph started lapping at my hole, licking at the cum he just gave me, and darted his tongue inside my ass. Joseph licked at me like a man who just found water in the desert, noising grunting, sloppy tongue, muffled by my ass around his face. “Bend over the bed,” Joseph said as he stood up, turned me around, and when I bent over stuck his dick back up my ass. “FUCK YOUR HOLE IS WET – I need to cum again – will you take it for me please? Huh? Will you please let me cum???” The desire and need in his voice was what I had to hear, and knew he was now addicted to fucking hole raw, and cumming in it like the breeder top that he was. “Yeah man, I’ll take your cum, please breed me with your cum, please cum in me again,” I said. Joseph loved that and fucked deep and hard and gave me another load. He licked this one out too, then kissed me, swirling his cum covered tongue around my mouth and this time his load seemed thick, creamy, and I enjoyed the pungent taste. The look of joy on Joseph’s face when he pulled away from kissing me was amazing. He was free. Free to fuck how he wanted, free to cum in raw, and free to spread his AIDs filled DNA – although he had not made that connection yet. I went to the bathroom, pretended to clean out, came out and saw Joseph off. At the door he hugged me, kissed me again and said, “Thank you. Thank you for letting me cum inside you. I loved that so much, can I come back later?” When I got home from work I had two email messages from Joseph saying how sorry he was for what he did and a voicemail asking if he could come through on his way home. I also had a voicemail from Dr Mike. I called his private office number and Dr. Mike picked up on the second ring, “This is Dr Mike, yes, I expected you to call a little earlier as I had a specially arranged treatment for you with someone from out of town, but that must now unfortunately wait.” I started to apologize when Dr, Mike cut me off. “No, I did not ask for you to speak,” Dr Mike said, “Just listen. I was quite unhappy about that, but then I received an urgent phone call from Joseph late this morning who demanded I speak with him right away. So I stepped out of the exam room and took his call. He is concerned about you, more like frantic at the time. He told me what happened, everything, about you letting him come over that first night, what you told him, how you let him come back, and he fucked your raw but never came in you again until this morning. Joseph is, shall we say, feeling guilt and conflicted. I could hear the desire and need in his voice when he discussed fucking you raw, but he feels guilty as well knowing he has HIV and asked me to check on you as he is afraid you are angry for what he did, that he hurt you, and wanted me to make sure you are OK.” Wow, I was not sure what to think now and just kept listening as Dr Mike went on. “ You have no idea how pleased I am and how proud of you I am,” he said. “You have followed my orders exactly and you will continue to do so. You know what else is expected of you with Joseph and he will now do anything that you wish. Do you know why?” I said nothing, waiting, “You may speak now,” Dr Mike said. “Umm no Sir, no Dr Mike, I don’t know, maybe because he likes it?” Dr Mike laughed and said, “No, no, Joseph will do anything you want now because the man loves you. Not in the same way he may love his wife, but he does, I could hear it in his voice, he is in love with you. Use that as you must and finish this task and remember that you are MINE. I have other treatments I need you to be prepared for and he is taking up valuable time. Now, I have updated your chart. Call Joseph as soon as we are done and have him come over, but just to fuck and cum and have him out of your apartment by 8:00 p.m.. I told you I was proud of and will be there at 8:05 sharp to show you how well you have pleased me.” Dr Mike hung up the phone and I just stood there a minute and tried to process what he just told me. I knew what Dr Mike expected of me and so began to plan my next steps with Joseph. In the meantime, I needed t get him back here and get some more of his cum as Dr Mike was coming, and my ass would be ready for any abuse he would give me as I needed to feel Dr Mike inside me and was so happy I had pleased him. I knew tonight I would go to bed with my ass throbbing and Dr Mike’s AIDs filled cum coating my guts. Time for Phase 4 – The Wife Finds Out, Teaching Joseph to be a Cheater Joseph and I worked out a regular routine. He came by my apartment early on his way to the office almost every morning. As soon as he walked in the door he started kissing me and stripping and the second I was on the bed his raw dick was in my ass. He said he told Katie he had a big project at work that included one of the firm’s offices in London, which was why he was going in early because of the time difference and all. Fucking me missionary style was Joseph’s position, he did not like anything else, which was OK. He would whisper in my ear while fucking me how much he loved being in my ass, my ass felt so good, he needed my hole, how he wanted to cum in me so me bad and asking if I liked his dick. I started being more verbal, and pushing his feelings for me by saying, “I love you inside me, I need you to fuck me, make me yours, let me be yours, please give me your cum, I need your cum, I told you you would be loved again.” Joseph moaned and groaned every time I said that stuff, and the more we fucked I even started saying, “Give me your AIDs, make me yours, breed me with your cum so you will be with me always!” That always really turned him on and usually made him shoot pretty quick. I knew then he was committed to pozzing as he was giving me load after load of his infected cum and never apologized again for it. This had been going on for about three weeks I guess and when I logged onto AOL there were several frantic emails from Joseph, but from a different screen name. “PLEASE call me at the office, Katie found my emails to you, we had a big fight, please call!” “Katie is so mad, she accused me of having an affair, I need to talk, please call me.” “She says she wants a divorce, threatening to take the kids, tell everyone, where are you?” “I can’t take this – oh God, I need to see you.” Shit. That’s not good. I called Joseph, he was a wreck, told me the whole long story. Basically Katie had become suspicious since they stopped having sex. Then when Joseph started working weird hours she called the office a few times and he was not there, so she knew something was up. Katie started digging around their house, found his AOL password, logged in, and found some of the emails Joseph had sent to me. Now, the only emails Joseph had saved, and the ones she found were pretty bland compared to the IMs and nasty chats we had, but they were enough for her to realize the truth, that Joseph was spending time with someone else and it was a guy. I had no idea how to handle this type of thing, suggested he call Dr Mike, and if he wanted to come over would let him fuck me as I knew that made him feel better. Joseph laughed and said, “Oh, you know I love being inside you, but I have to try to fix this. I can’t lose Katie and the boys, or my job.” I did not hear from Joseph for a few days, but then I get an IM on AOL. I asked how he is doing and he said fine, that he an Katie had been talking, she knew everything, he had told her that he had realized he was bisexual and that he had met me online and I had been become his friend and had been encouraging him to open up to his wife and tell her the truth and had been helping him deal with his feelings. He said Katie had been pretty understanding once he explained all that, said she always suspected something like that, that she loved him, and if this was what he needed, she did not like it, but would stay with him as long as he was honest. Joseph also said he assured her that he had never had unprotected sex or any sex at all with a guy, even me - yet. Katie wanted to talk to me and meet me, would I be willing to come to their house for dinner Saturday night? Fuck that! This was too weird even for me, but I remembered Dr Mike’s instructions and said OK, and so I was ready at 5:00 p.m. when Joseph came to pick me up. I opened the door and invited Joseph in, but he said we should get going, but I told him I needed a minute, stepped back in, closed the door, dropped my shorts and bent over, wiggling my ass in front of him. “Please fuck me,” I said, “I want you so bad, have missed you so much, please give me your cum, please.” “What about Katie? I told her I wouldn’t do this, especially without a condom,” Joseph said, while rubbing the instant hard on in his pants. “She won’t know, I promise,” I said, and bent over in the living room, took a quick nutt from Joseph and rode with him to his house to meet his wife, while his cum worked its way around inside me. Well as you can imagine the evening was beyond weird. Katie was nice looking, typical suburban housewife, and pleasant considering I was the other ‘woman’. I expected some nasty talk, anger, or something, but she tried to be very pleasant, asked about me, my life, my work, and said several times how nice it was that, “..Joseph found a friend like you to help him through this…” Little did she know part of that help was milking his AIDs dick and his charged load was leaking out of my hole as I sat at her dining room table eating lasagna. The only time things got serious was when I was helping her clean up while Joseph went to let out the dogs and she said in a whisper, “You do play safe don’t you? “ I just shook my head yes, Katie continued cleaning up and we went back to chatting about nothing. The three of us then went and sat in the TV room and started to watch a movie, when a car pulled up. Joseph said, “That’s Katie’s parents bringing the boys home,” as Katie got up and went out to meet them and we heard the security alarm beep from the front door opening and closing. As soon as I heard the beep I unbuttoned my shorts and looked at Joseph and said, “Fuck me.” He looked shocked, confused, he looked toward the front of the house, back at my ass, unzipped his pants and his hard dick was in my hole in a flash. “I need you Joseph, I need your cum again, please make me like you, please, please poz me, please give it to me, please let me love you!” I said. Joseph was moaning and in heat like a Rottweiler on a bitch he cornered in the yard. He lasted maybe all of 60 seconds before he shot a thick load into my ass and I quickly turned around, knelt down, licked his dick clean, pulled my shorts up and sat back on the couch. Poor Joseph looked a little stunned, buttoned his pants, and we sat there for a couple more minutes before we heard the car start to drive away, the front door alarm beep, and then the voices of his two boys and Katie. She came in with the boys, introduced us, asked what she had missed and I said, “The movie has been pretty slow, you didn’t miss a thing.” We exchanged a pleasant good bye and nice to meet you and Joseph then drove me home. I assumed he would just drop me off, but he said no, he told Katie he may stay for a while to just tallk, so he came up, I offered him a drink, we sat on the couch, and Joseph held me as we watched a little TV. Joseph let out a few deep breaths and said, “Thank you,” as he kissed me. “I know tonight must not have been comfortable for you, but this was the only way Katie would stay with me. She said she needed to meet you, to make sure I was not putting her or the boys in danger somehow. She said she did not understand why I needed to be with you/someone else and I guess I don’t really either. I just know I need to be with you,” and he kissed me some more. “I’m not really sorry you know,” Joseph said. “About what?” I asked. “About cumming in you. I need you to stay with me and I cannot tell you how good you make me feel when we are together and when I cum, I have never felt anything like that, not even with Katie. I promised Katie we would just chat for a bit, but she will never know will she?” I smiled, kissed Joseph, and said, “If you want me to stay with you, you need to give me some more of that cum to make me yours.” Joseph grinned wide, stood up, undressed, and fucked me on the floor of the hallway and gave me another big load. Time for Phase 5 – Turning Joseph into a Stealth Pozzer and the Break Up Joseph and I saw each other almost every morning again to chat and workout. That’s what Katie thought, but we spent almost every minute with Joseph’s dick in my ass. The next morning we fucked after the visit to his house I did not go to the bathroom to ‘clean out’ the infected cum. Joseph did not say anything until about the fourth time I didn’t do that when he said, “You know I like cumming in you and all, but I thought you needed to clean out after. You know to be safe, I don’t want to give you my AIDs and HIV.” “Don’t worry man,” I said, “I got tested by Dr Mike and he said I was ok. Anyways, knowing you are fucking me with AIDs cum is really hot and dangerous, and like I told you, I want you to make me yours any way that you want.” Joseph kissed me deep, rubbed my ass, “You do? You like that? Really?” he asked. “Oh yeah,” I said, “Lots of guys get into that, especially negative bottoms, the danger of it makes it so fucking exciting especially if you don’t know for sure about the top whether he is positive or not. And as a top, fuck, if they will let you fuck them without a condom just don’t say anything, just get off on knowing you get some raw ass and you get to give them something of you if the HIV takes.” I laughed, little did he know I was setting him for the final phase. Katie had Joseph invite me to go on a day trip with them, and while still weird, it was not as bad as the first night. She seemed more relaxed and told me Joseph was happier then she had every seen him, and thank you for being his friend. Once again I had his cum up my ass while she is saying this to me, but played my role. Katie even called me a couple times, once to tell me Joseph was not feeling well and would not make our morning workout, another to invite me to the barbeque festival in downtown Washington, DC. Joseph did not pick me up this time, and I met him, Katie, and their kids at the festival. It was a warm spring day, lots of beer and good food and every time Katie was out of ear shot Joseph told me how much he wanted to fuck me. As the day wore on, Joseph and Katie both got a little more buzzed and the talk turned to us as soon as Katie’s parents had met up with us and took the kids off for a bit. Katie said, “I just wanted to say again thank you for what you have done for Joseph. I love him, I really do, and I don’t understand all this, but, I am willing to try. So we have been talking and I told Joseph that it is OK with me if you two want to have sex. But, there are two conditions, you need to be safe of course, but I also want you to do it at the house, in our bed, with me there. I need to be with Joseph and if this is what it takes, I am willing.” I was stunned, am sure my mouth was open as I looked from Katie, to Joseph, and back. Joseph had not said a word and I was sort of pissed to have this sprung on me. I said I need some more beer and got up and went to the beer booth. Joseph caught up with me, “I am so sorry. I had no idea Katie was going to do that. Yes we had talked about, but only as a way to get her to quit asking me to fuck her. She makes me put on a condom every time and I hate that, I won’t do it, not anymore. Maybe with you there she will see it is OK for me to fuck her without one like I fuck you.” “Do you plan on telling her you have HIV,” I asked? “Hmm, I…no…I don’t think..” Joseph stammered. “That’s between you and her man, you can tell her or just fuck her raw and she will realize how much she likes it and then it won’t matter.” I said. “Let’s go back.” We found Katie, had several more beers, and Joseph was more and more handsy with me, which was pissing Katie off and making me feel uncomfortable. Joseph even said, “You know I love you don’t you,” to me once when Katie went to get beers. OK – time to wrap this drama up. As the afternoon wore on, Katie said they should go find her parents and head home. Joseph said he wanted to stay and hang with me, Katie glared at me, then left to find her parents. Joseph could only say he wanted to fuck me, so we started to walk towards my apartment. A few blocks north of the where the festival was happening was an adult bookstore with a video arcade in the back. At this point Joseph was up for anything so I told him it would be hot to fuck in there and let other guys watch him cum in me. He was hard and agreed, so we paid the cover, got some tokens and wandered into the back. There was a pretty good crowd, and this was not a place that the pretty boys went. Real mix here, with a lot of homeless guys, druggies, and others looking to make a quick buck for a fix. I was on a mission, found and empty room without a door, pulled Joseph in, undid his pants, sucked him hard and bent over. Joseph hesitated at first, but stuck his hard dick in my ass and fucked. We were soon joined by a middle-aged white guy with an average dick who got in front of me and I sucked him off while Joseph fucked me. Joseph seemed to like that and got really loud when he cummed in me, letting everyone know my ass was now lubed. Joseph pulled out, standing there with his slicked up dick, which was now being eyed by a little white twink boy from the doorway who had just walked up and missed the action, but saw a nice dick. I pulled my pants up, walked to the door and said, “Hey man, what’s up? My friend here is married, trying to get him to get a bit freaky, you interested?” The boy looked at me, at Joseph who was now stroking his dick and looking at us, and said, “I can’t man. He has a nice dick though, but I’m negative and only fuck safe.” I leaned in and said quietly, “No worries with him man, like I said, he is married, totally clean, always wears a condom even with his wife, and I had to get him totally drunk to come in here.” The twink boy looked at Joseph again, nodded, and I said, “Ok, one sec.” I went over to Joseph and said, “That boy over there really wants to get fucked, he is negative, but I told him you were married and always fucked safe. I really want to see you fuck someone – not bring them home – something here where we never see them again – would you do that for me?” There was a mixture of curiosity, desire, but also pain and hurt in Joseph’s eyes as he looked at me, the boy, then back at me. I leaned in and said, “But you don’t have to put one on, just say you are, fuck him like you fuck me, - I want to watch you give him your AIDs cum.” Joseph looked at me again, desire taking over through the haze of liquor, so I motioned for the boy to come in, told him to bend forward and suck my dick while my buddy fucked him. The twink pulled out a condom and a little packet of lube, handed it to Joseph, who ripped it open, dropped the wrapper in front of the boy, who now feeling sure of a safe fuck, started sucking my dick. He did not see Joseph throw the condom into the dark corner behind us. I started getting verbal to make sure there was some noise, as Joseph positioned himself. The boy went to reach around toward Joseph’s dick, but I took my hands, pinned his arms to his side, and skull fucked him. Joseph lubed his dick, pushed it in and the boy tried to pull away. I don’t know if it was because it was too big, or he felt it was raw, but I held him tight with my cock in his throat and hands holding his arms. Joseph was fucking him raw and put his hands on the boy’s shoulders to pull him back onto his thrusts, leaned forward as did I and we started to kiss. Joseph was moaning, kissing me hard, and I knew he was enjoying it. I pulled away a little and whispered, “Fuck him good now, like you want, I want to see you cum.” We had a small crowd of a couple guys now at the door watching us sandwich the twink and soon Joseph grunted, moaned, and tensed and I knew he was going to cum. Getting sucked is not my thing, but knowing Joseph was giving this negative boy his AIDs cum, made me unload, so the boy got two charged loads at the same time, one in each end. We both pulled out, the boy wiped his mouth and quickly left the room. Joseph and I pulled up our pants and he did not say a word. “Did you enjoy that?” I asked. Joseph nodded, and I said, “Don’t worry, lots of guys will say they are negative, but will not stop you if you try to fuck them raw. You are a breeding top. You need to give your DNA.” Joseph looked at me a little confused, but nodded and we started walking around some more. We were still really buzzed and I was not done yet, and about 10 minutes later I found what I needed. There was an older black guy, late 40s I would say, balding, not attractive, heavy build, and he was standing in a room watching a video flicker on the screen jacking a big, thick dick. He was easily 10 inches and the second time I passed, stopped and stared, he looked at me, did not react, and went back to watching his movie. Joseph said he wanted to go and I said, “No, one more thing to try, I want you to watch me get fucked, then you fuck me after, OK?” Joseph looked really hurt this time, but shook his head so I said, “Wait here a sec,” and stepped into the room with the black guy. “Hi, amazing dick man. Look, I’m here with a married buddy. He likes fucking me and just gave me a load, but wants to watch me get another load from a really big dick – you up for it?” The guy’s expression did not change, but his dick got stiffer, he said “Oh yeah, I enjoy a good cummy white ass.” I motioned Joseph into the room, pulled my pants down, started sucking the black guy who got rock hard pretty quickly, and motioned Joseph closer so I could stroke on his dick at the same time. I pulled off the black dick, sucked Joseph a few times, went back to the black guy who was now super hard. I stood up, bent over in front of Joseph and started sucking his dick. He put his hands on my head and was rubbing my head while I felt the black guy shift behind me, and his fingers dig into my ass, scraping at my gut walls. It seems lots of tops who want to breed do that – dig that ass good and get it tore up to receive the gift. I pushed my ass back onto his fingers, moaned, and felt that huge black dick stretch my hole open using Joseph’s cum to allow it to slide in. What resistance there was was soon overcome by the force of his dick, and he was soon balls deep and the sounds of his hips hitting my raw ass filled the little video booth. “NICE cummy ass – oohh that’s good, I love fucking a white hole like that – oh yeah – you want to see your boy take my cum man? You want to see him be my bitch? Be my white bitch? OH YEAH!!!” the black guy said as he cummed thick hot stream after stream of cum in me. He pulled out, slapped my ass, said, “Thanks for that,” and left the room. I stood up and asked Joseph, “Do you want to lick my ass?” He face got all contorted in disgust as I reached out, swabbed my finger up my hole, and brought it up to my mouth, licked it and said, “Hmmm, tastes good.” Joseph said, “No, that’s disgusting, you don’t know anything about him. You just let him cum in you like that. I don’t….. I thought you wanted to be with me, I was going…” “It’s OK man, chill,” I said, “We’re just having fun. Now fuck me, feel how good it feels with all that cum up there now.” I turned around, Joseph’s hard dick easily slid into my ass and I rode him hard, bouncing back on his cock and getting him close as he moaned and groaned louder and louder. When I knew he was close I pulled off, said, “I want to talk around some more,” and left the room, leaving Joseph behind. I quickly found one of the guys who had been watching earlier, and his dick was about the size of Joseph’s so dropped my pants, bent over, and let him fuck me. I soon had a dick at my mouth and started sucking and after a minute saw to the right that Joseph had found me and was standing in the door watching me get two dicks from total strangers. He looked pissed and walked away. The guy fucking me came, and the guy I was sucking then went to fuck me but pulled out a condom and I stopped him, “No man, raw only.” He paused, shrugged, then gave me his dick and after a while his load too. I was losing count, but the cum was running out my hole and the last guy had left a wad of tissue on the floor so I grabbed it, used the side that was dry to wipe myself off a little, and went to find Joseph. I found Joseph towards the front in a room and he was fucking a very feminine looking guy raw who was squealing and calling Joseph daddy. There was a another young guy buck ass naked with a pile of clothes at his feet rubbing Joseph’s nipples and kissing him on the shoulder. Joseph saw me, I smiled, he turned back and kept fucking. Good – the plan was working. Now for the finale, I wandered the halls, checked the rooms, and scoped out who had the biggest and nastiest dicks. I saw a couple black homeless guys that I had fucked with before at the main library when I was there with Carl. Carl was a homeless vet I met through Dr Mike as told in the story Carl – The Homeless Dick Gangbang in the Library and Matt the War Hero. The two were in their mid-30s I guess, very rough and thuggish looking, were always together, never said much, but for a $10 bill would do anything, and I mean anything. They smelled like god-awful hell, but they each had HUGE DICKs, well over 10 inches and thick, and fucked to hurt. One of them also had an ongoing case of gonorrhea, so his dick was especially nasty. I gave them each $10 with a promise of at least two loads in my ass from each of them, another $10 for their bottle of new poppers, $10 for the big bottle of cheap ass beer they had in a bag, and told them I would give them $5 more for every dick they found to fuck me to – along with some very special instructions – and a generous tip at the end. The instructions were to make sure to find and tell Joseph once they got started and that they had a whore they were pimping out they were looking for only AIDs and STD filled dicks to breed him even though they had promised him they were negative and clean. We went into one of the larger booths at the back, the two guys plopped out their big dicks, I licked the first one clean, got him hard, and he then got behind me and slid right in. He fucked rough, so had to brace myself against the other guy as I licked the gonorrhea slime off his dick head. I stopped them, guzzled from the beer bottle I bought from them, opened the poppers and took a big hit. The guy with the gonorrhea dick then left and the one fucking me pushed me up against the wall, pressed his arm across my neck to hold me in place and slam fucked. I was moaning, saying “Oh fuck that hurts, don’t stop,” and more. Soon he pulled out, I turned around and some other dude was there. I backed up on the new dick while I sucked on the homeless guy who was just fucking me. The homeless guy started to get close, told the other guy to step off a sec, slammed into my ass and gave me his nutt, yanked out, the other guy stuck his dick back in, and the homeless guy put his dick back in my mouth. It was covered with a hot mix of cum from Joseph, the other black man, him, and more. Joseph would see what a true cum whore I was for Dr Mike. The guy fucking me shot his load, pulled out and left. The homeless guy with the gonorrhea dick came back, had two other guys with him, but first he took me to the side and whispered, “Yo man, found your boy. He was up in some drag queen shit, anyways, told him like you said, even plopped out Mr. Willie here to show him how you had cleaned my green juice off real good and we wanted to fill you with AIDs and shit. He did not look happy yo, no yo, no when he asked what this white guy looked like and I told him.” I smiled, said thanks, took several more big swallows of the beer, bent back over in the middle of the room and was immediately stuffed at both ends. I knew the guy in my ass was gonorrhea dick as he fucked rough and talked nasty, “Got us some fucked up pussy here, nice pussy, this pussy TIGHT YO! Gonna nutt up all in that pussy yo, big fuck nutt.” I had no idea who the guy was I was sucking and did not care. The dicks and cum kept coming and once, I thought I saw Joseph at the door, but there was someone standing in the way so was not sure. My two homeless pals were true to their word and gave me multiple loads each in my ass, and brought several guys through, most of whom came in my ass, a few down my throat. The last guy was the black guy who had fucked me first and this time my ass squished and made noise with every thrust. The buzz from the beer was wearing off, my legs hurt like hell, I had cum flowing out my ass, and decided it was time to find Joseph and head out. I borrowed a towel from the homeless guys bag, wiped off, got dressed and went looking for Joseph. I did not find him, so decided to leave and go home. As I stepped outside, it was now dusk and Joseph was nowhere to be seen. I stopped at the liquor store, got home, but did not shower as I had plans for later. I got online and as I expected, there was an IM almost immediately from Joseph. He said, “So – did you get enough?” He was clearly angry, and hurt, so I tried to make light of it and said, “I had a good time man. I did not realize how much fun getting fucked raw and taking cum could, thank you for teaching me that.” Joseph responded, “You were supposed to be just mine. Mine, no one elses. You should not have let them all fuck you?” “All who Joseph? Were you watching? You want to come over and eat all their cum out of my ass? I bet I got lots of AIDs cum today. How many holes did you fuck? I saw you fucking other guys and that was all you – your choice, I did not ask you to do that,” I typed back. There was a long pause, then Joseph’s last message was, “You’re right, I’m sorry. I guess I just thought that we….. Well never mind. It doesn’t matter. I need to go. Katie knows something is wrong and so I have to go.” Well, things seemed to have worked out I thought. I believe I accomplished everything Dr Mike wanted, I got Joseph to fuck me raw, got him to fuck other guys raw and stealth them, and Joseph was now a poz breeder. Would he fuck Katie? I don’t know, I sort of hoped not, but I could not get attached and Joseph wanted far more than my biohazard ass. The evening was not going to be a total bust though as I had arranged for the two homeless guys who pimped me out in the video booth to come over for the night for $50 each. I promised them all the ass they could take, a hot shower, I would wash their clothes while they were here, food, a place to smoke and party that was safe and dry, and an offer to feel free to pimp me out some more and I would make it worth everyone’s while – basically I was their bitch. They said they knew two younger boys who hung out at Franklin Square Park, one just got out of jail, both had at least 11 inches and they had all gangbanged some white bitches together at a crack house before so they knew these guys were down for anything rough, freaky, and nasty. With any luck, I would have a lot for Dr Mike to add to his file, so time to get ready. EPILOGUE I never saw Joseph again. I did get a couple emails from Katie asking what had happened, that Joseph would not talk to her about it, but she knew we had a fight or something. I just told her she had to talk to him. Dr Mike was VERY pleased with me when I reported in and ordered me home from work early so he could show me how much I pleased him. Several weeks later Dr Mike mentioned Joseph, said he had seen him a few times as Joseph was now a regular at a bookstore in Maryland and one of the asses he bred and seeded, gave him something in return. He said Joseph asked about me, wondered if he should get in touch, and that Dr Mike had said he would pass the message along, but probably not, as I had tested HIV+ and that I had been infected with the same strain Joseph had. He did not say Joseph infected me, but Joseph assumed that, said he was so sorry, and Dr Mike said he assured him I was being treated appropriately and was doing very well with my regimen. Now, for the rest of my evening, the homeless guys came through. I got used, filled with black dick, cum, pimped out, and more, as I was their white cum whore and bitch, and that is a story for another time.

Dr Mike – biohazard and healer - Part 2 – My First Treatment from Dr Mike and Big Ben As I left Dr Mike’s office after my first appointment, his words kept ringing in my ears, “My cum is more toxic than you can imagine,” and I could not wait to let him take care of me. I took the Metro to Nathan’s apartment and he had just gotten off work and was waiting for me. He wanted to hear how my visit went, and when I told him what Dr. Mike said his dick got instantly hard, he pulled my pants down and spit fucked rough saying, “Yeah, make you nice and raw, get your ready for Dr Mike, he has got some fucked up toxic cum, now take mine, take mine.” That was how we spent the weekend, Nathan spit fucking or dry fucking me as rough as he could so my ass was nice and sore and full of his load so that come Monday, whatever Dr Mike gave me would take all the better. While I always enjoyed Nathan’s fuck and the thought of his dirty seed breeding me, I could not get my mind off Dr Mike. I woke up early Monday morning and when I showered, cleaned out too. Usually never a problem, but I wanted to be extra sure with Dr Mike. Nathan swung past by place on his way to his office just to give me some of his cum to, as he said, “Get you started right today.” He dry fucked me and made my asshole even more raw, red and tender, - the sadistic evil fucker. I got to Dr Mike’s about 10:00 a.m., and still had Nathan’s load in my ass. I was nervous as hell and part of me wanted to just go back home, but the poz cum craving pig in me kept going. So with a fresh bottle of poppers in my pocket, I knocked on the door to Dr. Mike’s office and waited. The floor his office was on seemed completely empty, and as I stood there I was starting to worry that Dr Mike had lied to me or I had the wrong day, or I don’t know what. I knocked again and was just thinking about leaving when I heard the locks turn. I let out a big sigh as Dr Mike opened the door and let me in. He was dressed casually in jeans and a polo shirt, gave me a big smile, shook my hand and said, “See you made it. Come on in, come on”, as he locked the door. He headed down the hallway in his office, past the exam rooms, to the far end into his personal office. Dr Mike’s office was like the rest of the building, old, a bit run down, nothing fancy. His desk was piled high with papers, books, and there were a couple chairs and a leather couch. “So, how are you feeling today?” Dr Mike asked me. “Umm, OK, fine, thanks.” I said. He replied, “You seem a bit nervous, are you? That’s OK, but no need to be nervous, I WILL take care of you just like I promised. Here, sit down in the chair, make yourself comfortable.” I nervously sat down, watched as he went behind his desk, he grabbed a file, came back around and sat down in the chair next to me. “OK, right,” he said as he smiled, “Yes, Nathan’s friend. So how is Nathan? He still fucking you?” I blushed, which he took as a yes and chuckled a little, “I see, well look, we are after hours so to speak and I tend to leave the office jargon behind, but I can say ‘intercourse’ if you prefer?” I said, “No, sorry, just umm a little shy I guess.” Dr Mike smiled, “No worries, like I told you, no need to be shy around me about anything and like I said, I want you to be honest with me and I will be totally honest with you. Now, get undressed. Yes, you heard me, get undressed and set your clothes on the floor by the end of the couch and then kneel on the floor here in front of me.” I stood up and did as Dr Mike asked. I piled my clothes on the floor then kneeled in front of him and looked up as he continued speaking. “Now, let’s see, right, as I said I think you have a very mild strain of HIV and do you remember what else I told you? Hmmm? I told you I was not going to jerk off all weekend and that I liked to unload in assess like yours that start out with mild strains. You know why?” I shook my head no, as Dr Mike said, “Because I like to hear you beg for my toxic cum and I will give it you if you want it, but you have to want. Do you want it? I can’t hear you, do you want it?” “Yes, I think so, yes,” I mumbled. “That’s OK for now you will want it later, but right now, before we go any further, we need to come to an agreement on something. You know what is?” Dr Mike asked. He continued, “We are going to agree that I promise to take care of you and you promise that you will accept and take whatever treatment program I prescribe without question, is that understood?” “Yes, I think so, yes,” I mumbled again and looked to the floor. Dr. Mike reached down, lifted my chin so my eyes met his, “You did a good job taking your first treatment by sucking old Hank’s herpes filled dicked and I know that cum tastes nasty – that means it was full of bug and venom – but we will wait to make sure it took before I mark that off your chart. Don’t you worry, this is my personal chart for you and yes, I have a nice list here in your chart of the treatments you will take and I will probably even add a few as we go along if you do what I say and please me well. Most guys don’t make it past our first treatment together as I expect obedience, and service, and no questions asked. I am the doctor, you are the patient, and I know best, understand?” “Yes….Sir…I understand,” I said. I then shifted a little on my knees as Dr Mike stood up, set the file in the chair and said, “Undress me.” I wanted to go right for his dick, but figured I better be patient, so I stood up, lifted his shirt off over his head, folded it and set it on the other chair. I then unfastened his belt, and his pants and as they dropped to the floor Dr Mike sat back down. I could see his huge bulge in his white Jockeys, but focused on the business at hand and next untied his shoes and slipped his pants off, then his socks, and then folded them and put them on the chair as well. “Kneel,” Dr Mike said in a firm voice, so I got back on my knees, Dr Mike stood up with his crotch just inches from my face. “Now lick it,” he said. Lick what? He still had his underwear on, so I started licking his bulge through the underwear, making little spit stains as I did. My mouth was feeling dry and full of cotton and I pulled back a little, but then Dr Mike pushed my head back to his crotch, so I kept licking. After a while the outline of his dick showed clearly as my spit had made a nice wet trail around the edges. “Stand up and bend over,” Dr Mike said. So I got up, bent forward with my ass towards Dr Mike who had sat back down in the chair. I sensed him lean forward as he gently parted my ass cheeks. He then pressed his nose into my ass and took a big whiff, inhaling the smell of my sweat and more. “Did you get fucked?” he asked, his voice stern. Damn, please don’t let him stop. I started to mumble something but Dr Mike kept on, “Nathan’s cum? That bastard, I will teach him to fuck with what is mine later, but for today’s purposes, this will be considered part of my treatment program. Now let me see your hole – bend over further – come on – ahhh, yes, as I suspected, looks like has been fucking you dry – is that right? Has he been rough fucking you dry? Hmmmm, yes, your hole looks nice and ripe for exposure.” With that Dr Mike started to lick my asshole and I started to moan, my dick bobbed up and down, and the precum started flowing from the head. Fuck that felt good. I started to jerk myself off and pushing my ass back to meet his tongue, which was digging in and licking out Nathan’s cum. “Come with me,” Dr Mike said as he stood up and left the office. I ruffled through my pants, grabbed the poppers, and followed him into the first exam room and he said, “Kneel.” So I knelt on the cold, dirty white linoleum floor and watched as he adjusted the padded exam table and made it lower, and rolled a small tray table to the side. “Now, I want you to see what you will be taking this morning. This treatment will hurt, but it is for your own good,” Dr Mike said as he then pulled down his Jockeys down that were straining to keep his dick in. My eyes bulged like his shorts when his dick plopped out. I could not tell exactly how long it was for sure (always use the spread of my hand – end of pinky to end of thumb which is 9 inches to gauge) but just from looking, seemed a good deal longer than 9. It was fairly thick, but what surprised me more was how hard it looked. Every vein was straining and clearly popping up and down his shaft. He was uncut and the foreskin almost looked like a lion’s mane as it bunched up around the back of his dick head. “So,” Dr Mike said very sternly, ““I will give you my biohazard and toxic cum if you want it, but you have to want. Do you want it? Or, you may leave now if you wish to, but if you do, I will never treat you – ever, so this is your last chance. You may leave, or if you stay, and accept to be treated as I order to be you will do exactly as I say. You will take exactly what I give, how I give it, and when and where. No questions asked and there will be rules. If you follow them I will reward you with special gifts that only I can give you as I enjoy nothing better than a boy who submits and lets me treat them as I wish.” Dr Mike did not say anything more and I kneeled on the floor and tried to process what he just said my heart raced, my dick continued to stream precum, and my ass was hungrier then ever. “Please sir, I beg you, please give me your toxic cum. I want it, I do, I really do. I want anything you got, anything and will do whatever you say, I promise, please. I want your gifts, every one, I want them all,” little did I know what I was really asking for. Dr Mike smiled, “Good, now remember what I said and what you just said, the pact is made. Now sometimes I will give you a choice and today would have asked you if you wanted me to take it slow and easy with you, use lots of lube, take my time, or, do you want me to fuck you like I want to ensure my toxic cum rakes your guts and burns through your insides? But, you did not know this of course, but you did break a rule, I only fuck ass with cum in it when I say so, and today I did not say so. So you have no choice, now get on the exam table.” I started to say something as I was getting up but he turned, glared at me and said, “NO QUESTIONS.” The exam table was easy to hop onto – just about waist high – and before I laid on my back I started to open the bottle of poppers to take a hit. Dr Mike snatched them from my hand, “NO, you will only take what I give you, how I give it. Period. You will NOT do poppers. I do not like the smell, so if you must have them then leave now.” I didn’t move, so he said, “Good, now lay back, scoot down, come on further, make your ass hang over the edge a little like you did during your first visit, but further. Right, that’s it, now take a deep breath.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Dr Mike had my ankles in his hands and was pushing my legs back and out so that my hole was exposed. I could feel his dick head bobbing around my ass hole and started to get nervous, not sure I could take it. Dr Mike then let go of one leg, “Hold your leg back, that’s it,” as he spit into his other hand and worked a finger into my ass. I bucked my hips a little and moaned. He pulled it out, spit again, and stuck two in, and was working them around, stretching my ass ring. “Now, I am going to let go of your other leg and I want you to sit forward and brace yourself with your arms behind you. It may feel like you will slide off the table, but you won’t, I got you,” Dr Mike said as his fingers still stretched my ass. I did as he said and leaned into a somewhat sitting position with my hole hanging over the edge of the exam table and legs lifted up and out with Dr Mike’s body helping hold me up. Dr Mike then pulled his fingers out, spit on them again and this time shoved three of them in. “This spit is not going to help you much, but that will not stop me you understand? Once I start I WILL NOT stop until I have gifted you with my venom. Now, I want you to wrap your arms around my neck and hang on. This is going to hurt,” and with that Dr Mike dug his fingernails into the inside of my ass walls as he moved his fingers in and out. I flinched and tried to pull away as his fingers clawed my insides, and started to beg him, please, no. Dr Mike leaned into my ear, “I told you this would hurt, but that is only the beginning, beg all you want but I will not stop now, because now you are ready, now you are ready to experience more pain as I bring death and destruction to your ass. Your ass will burn with my acid load, you WILL TAKE MY TOXIC CUM BOY!!!” With that Dr Mike slammed his dick into my hole and I cried out and hung onto him tighter. He did not get far and pushed again, and again. It just wouldn’t go, so he yanked it out, spit a few times on his hand, rubbed it on his dick head, and slammed it in again. This time my ass could not hold back and he entered me. The pain was white hot as the damage he had done with his fingers tore even more as his dick ripped into me. Dr Mike had his hands behind me, sort of gripping my ass, pulling me into him, yet keeping me on the edge of the table as his hips thrust his dick up into my hole. I had hardly ever been fucked without poppers and could not believe how much it hurt! “What do you want boy? What do you need? Huh? What do you want?” Dr Mike said as he breathing was getting heavier. “Please doctor, please, I want your toxic cum, I want to be a biohazard boy for you, please make me, please convert me, I want it all!” I said. “You want it all? Whatever I give you boy? You want it all? Oh I will convert you alright and you will get more then you every bargained for – now here – you go – fucking – take my HIV – take my cum of death– you will take it – take it – oh fuck fuck – shit FUCK – YOU’RE DEAD!!!! Dr Mike squeezed me close, shook, trembled, and unloaded into my ass. He was right, his cum felt like acid and my insides burned. What had he just said? Take his what? Oh fuck it, I just wanted him. We stayed like that for a few minutes as his breathing returned to normal. When he finally slid his dick out of me drops of red tinged cum and ass juice dropped onto the white linoleum floor. Dr Mike looked at his red covered dick and the floor, chuckled and said, “You are no longer a virgin, welcome to the club boy.” He grabbed a paper towel out of the dispenser, wiped his dick off, tossed it in the red biohazard container, and when I stood up (wincing with pain as I did) and went to grab a towel, Dr Mike grabbed my hand, “No, I did not tell you to clean up. You are not done yet.” Not done? So I followed him back to his office with blood and ass juice and cum running and dripping down my ass and thighs. Dr Mike was drinking from a can of soda on his desk, set the can down, then came and sat in the chair. His dick was still fairly hard and mine was hurting it was so hard. Dr Mike sighed as he sat down, “Kneel here. Good. Now look at me. This is serious. You should be proud, you took that well, and I fucking loved it, and I will continue treating you, right? Right. You should also be proud as you now have some of the most toxic cum on the east coast working its way inside you right now. You know why I dug you out before I fucked? Why I fucked you as dry as I could – and trust me – next time there will be NO – spit – it was so my biohazard cum could really get up in there. I want it eating your guts and then the rest of your insides. You know those guys you saw when you came here last week – I MADE THEM – they are my creation, every sick fucker out there was mine and you will be too.” I did not know what to say, so just stayed kneeling and listened as he went on, “You are mine too and at your next check up we will see if my toxic cum is doing its work, but don’t worry, I’ll give you more again when your treatment regimen requires it.” Just then the phone rang, Dr Mike got up, went behind his desk and answered it, then sat back down. “So, while sometimes each treatment consists of only 1 prescription, for you, as your HIV is so mild, we need to be aggressive in your regimen. My HIV is type 1, like yours, and while mine is venomous in its own right, no matter how hard I have tried I have not been able to get mine to cross over with type 2. So, that requires an outside treatment source, that while rare, I of course have access to, and trust, it is rare indeed. Now wait here a minute,” Dr Mike said as he walked out of the office. I figured he had to use the bathroom and felt like I had to myself, but I stayed kneeling. A couple minutes later he came back in the room and had someone with him, a black guy, younger than me, who was real short, about 5”7, and maybe 140/150. Dr Mike said, “That call a minute ago was Ben telling he was at the Metro station and asked if I was ready for him. No no don’t worry, you don’t need to rush, you see I asked Ben to come today for you. Yes, for you. You see, I provide a comprehensive treatment program and when I cannot fulfill the prescription exactly as I want I call in another source, which may be every time, or never, depending – anyways, today, that source for you is Ben. Ben, go ahead, take your clothes off.” As Ben got undressed I was looking a little bewildered and looked back and forth from Dr Mike to Ben, damn, did Ben know what had just happened? How much else did he know? Well he must I guess. Dr Mike sat back down in front of me, “So Ben here has been one of my patients for a while, well his name is really Mike, Michael Bennet, but there cannot be two Mikes, so I call him Ben isn’t that right Ben?” “Yes, that’s right doctor,” Ben said with a pretty heavy accent. Dr Mike went on, “Ben came here to go to college a few years ago, and brought something with him, HIV 2. He grew up in Ghana and I suspect his mother had it or maybe he got it having sex or doing drugs or whatever, does not really matter. What matters is it is type 2, and Ben is going to help treat you. Now go back to the exam room and bend over the table.” As I stood up I noticed Ben was fully naked, stroking his dick, and he looked to be not quite as long as Dr Mike, but still pretty thick and his entire dick looked about the same thickness right up to the head, which seemed somehow too little for the rest of it. He also had really low hanging balls that looked sort of shiny, liked they had been polished. Dr Mike followed me into the room, I bent over the end of the exam table and heard Ben follow. Dr Mike bent down by my ear and said softly, “Now, you will take Ben just like you took me. He is going to rip you up – no spit – just my toxic cum and your own fluids as lube – so take it good. His cum is full of HIV for you. He has one of the highest viral loads I have ever seen and has never been on any medication, I won’t let him, and his sperm is just filthy with the bug. You are privileged to have this opportunity, and so, just for good measure,” Dr Mike then reached around, stuck 3 fingers in my ass and raked my insides again making me cry out, “I am going to make sure his bug takes real good, give it a chance to live, it deserves to live, and breed and infect you, both our toxic cums will merge and grow together. Now, when he is done, you just stay like this.” Dr Mike left the room, Ben got behind me, he was shorter than Dr Mike so I had to bend my knees a little, and when we has angled up he grabbed my hips and drove his dick in. I cried out as even though I was somewhat slick from all the fluids in there, it still hurt like fuck where Dr Mike had shredded my guts. Ben was a power jack fucker, no pausing, no letting me catch my breath, just slam fuck. I was grunting and moaning and trying to keep my footing as Ben fucked harder and harder and faster and faster and I thought for sure he was cumming when he yanked his cock all the way out and just stood there. I was still trying to catch my breath when he slammed back in, balls deep this time as I could feel them slapping my cheeks with every thrust. He did not last long this time and started fucking even more furiously while making little ‘aah aah’ sounds. He then stopped, eased his dick out, and I heard more juice drip from my ass onto the linoleum and each drop sort of echoed in the exam room. Ben left and I could hear him and Dr Mike speaking in the other room. Dr Mike soon came back into the room and patted me on the ass as he leaned down and said, “That was good, very good, Ben said you did a fine job and he is always more than willing to do what I say, so I am pleased all the way around. Now that his job is done, I have sent him on his way, so that you and I may finish today’s treatment.” There’s more? I was not sure I could take any more and my ass felt like I had acid eating my insides. As Dr Mike stepped behind me he asked me how I was and when I told him that he just chuckled and said, “Oh yes, I expect it does feel like acid, it is in a way. You see, not only did you take my toxic cum which I know is extremely toxic, but you took Ben’s too and I already told you about his, but there is more.” More? I started to raise up to turn around and ask what he meant just as Dr Mike put his hands on my back, pushed me back down on the table and slowly, but firmly, slid his dick back into my ass making me moan and gasp as pain flooded through me again. “Yes, there’s more,” Dr Mike continued as his fucking picked up speed and he worked his dick into my swollen ass, “You see, Ben was a two-fer, a wonderful one I helped arrange and sort of a specialty of mine as why infect with only one thing when there is so much nastiness out there to play with for me to use for my pleasure, not only is Ben HIV2 with an extremely high viral load, but……oh fuck…but ….yeah boy…but Ben also has late stage syphilis – FUCK YEAH, YOU GOT HIS SYPHILLIS CUM TOO – oh take it, take me, take me...” Dr Mike caught his breath, slid his dick out, and stood up and juices were really running down my leg now. I didn’t know what to say. Oh my god, what had I done? What had he done to me? Dr Mike grabbed some paper towels, wiped his dick off, then came over to me and wiped my ass and hole and legs off. He then tossed the towels in the red biohazard bin and walked back to his office. I had a hard time walking as my legs were cramped, and when I got there he was getting dressed. I got dressed as well, he motioned with his hand for me to sit in the chair, and when I did he opened his file again. “I expect you will feel very sick within 10-14 days if all goes well. Flu like symptoms, headache, body ache, etc…. If you do, just call my office, but call my direct line, here’s the number. I will have another treatment ready for you then as your body will be weak and that is the best time for me to ensure my strains infect you, so you WILL come prepared and this time, the rule is I want that ass fresh, no fucking for at least two days before, understand?” “Now, before you go, I want you to remember three things,” Dr Mike said as he pulled me close to him and spoke close to my ear, “My treatment is just between us now, not even Nathan is to be told, you just tell him we only talked and that is all and tell him you met Ben in the bookstore or something, I don’t care, and don’t let him or anyone fuck you for a couple days. I want my venom and Ben’s little bugs to have their chance. Two, you will submit to me right? Yes? Good. And three – remember this well – I will infect you over and over until your guts are as toxic as they can be. Your ass and mouth will take my disease and every toxic bug I can give you – be proud as I WILL make your ass a biohazard.” When I made it home I collapsed into bed, woke up later to Nathan trying to call me, grabbed a shower, called him back and told him what he had heard about Dr Mike was all wrong, nothing happened and that I had gotten all horned up, went to the bath house, had a couple hook ups and came home. I went to sleep that night with Dr Mike’s words burning themselves into me just as his virus and Ben’s were burning my guts and blood – “be proud as I WILL make your ass a biohazard.” Stay tuned for Dr Mike – Part 3 – My Second Treatment – Does the venom take?

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!”

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

This happened quite a few years ago when I was still together with my partner. I've never told anyone about this before but it was one of the horniest experiences I ever had. It happened when my partner's nephew, Sean, was staying with us for a couple of days. Sean was 30, small and slim, with dark hair and glasses. He was quite quiet and serious looking but had had a cheeky grin and a wicked sense of humour. He had been in a relationship with a guy he met at uni for several years and had split from him about six months previously. My partner told me that Sean would be staying with us for a couple of nights whilst he was in London for work and of course I said that would be fine. I liked Sean and got on well with him. I asked how Sean was getting on since he had split with his boyfriend and my partner said he seemed to be fine and was enjoying playing the field a bit. I said that was natural and my partner agreed. He frowned and looked a bit worried as he added "but I don't think he always plays safe....." Sean arrived a few days later. He was on a two day course in London and was out during the day. In the evening we had dinner together and on the Friday night we went out for a meal and a drink. I enjoyed Sean's company and a couple of times when my partner went to the bar he flirted with me a little which I enjoyed. On the Saturday morning my partner left early to go to work and I had a bit of a lie in. I heard Sean getting up and taking a shower and while he was in the shower I thought I would get up and make us some coffee. I pulled on a pair of jogging bottoms and went downstairs to the kitchen. After a while I heard Sean coming down the stairs and he joined me in the kitchen wearing only a dark blue T shirt and a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs that didn't leave very much to the imagination. "Morning" he said cheerfully as he took the coffee I offered him. We chatted for a while and once again I was conscious that he seemed to be flirting with me. I knew I should probably go upstairs and get properly dressed but I didn't really want to. I was enjoying chatting to Sean (and also enjoying seeing him in just his T shirt and pants!). After a while the conversation turned to relationships and Sean told me about the split from his partner. He said he was enjoying being single and added that he was getting a lot more sex than he had got in the last couple of years in his relationship. He grinned and I couldn't help grinning back. I could feel myself getting turned on and I was fairly sure Sean was too. I never thought for a minute that anything was going to happen beyond harmless flirting but then Sean told me he had always thought I was really fit. He said that he had always liked guys with hairy chests and then added that he also liked older guys. He was looking straight at me as he said "I've done it with quite a few older guys lately." I knew I should not let things go any further but I was really turned on now and I could see that Sean's cock was now sticking up in his pants. I didn't stop him as he reached out and began to run his hand over my chest. My cock was hard now too and soon we were kissing and his hand was on my cock. I didn't stop him as he pulled my joggers down and began to wank me and then got down on his knees and began to suck my cock. I couldn't have stopped him now even if I had wanted to - he was giving me one of the best blow jobs I had ever had and I could easily have let him suck me until I unloaded in his mouth but I didn't want this to end. I pulled him up and and kissed him again and then I got down on my knees. I pulled his pants down and his cock sprang out. I took it into my mouth and began to suck him. He sighed and I felt his cock grow even harder. "Mmm" he moaned" That's fucking good." I sucked him for a bit longer and then indicated to him to turn around. He didn't hesitate. He turned round, pulled his pants right down and pushed his arse out. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his hole. His arse was smooth but his hole was quite hairy. I pushed my tongue right up him and began to lick his arse. He moaned and pushed his arse back into my face. I licked him for while and then stood up. He pushed his arse out and looked over his shoulder. "Fuck me." he said. I wondered if he would mention condoms but he didn't. He moaned as I began to push the head of my cock into his arse. My cock slid up him surprisingly easily and soon I was right up him. I gave him a moment to get used to my cock and then I began to fuck him. He leaned forward and said "Oh fuck, yeah!" as I started to fuck him. I didn't hold back - I fucked him right there in the kitchen, bent over with his pants down and my bare cock up his fit young arse. "Fuck me." he moaned, "fuck me!" I began to fuck him harder as he pushed his arse back against me and moaned. I was getting close now and I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him even harder as he moaned and urged me on. I fucked him until I couldn't hold off any longer. I told him I was going to cum and he moaned "Fuck yeah!" I hadn't cum for several days and soon I was shooting a massive load of cum deep into his unprotected arse. When I had finished cumming I pulled out and he stood up. He pulled me towards him and we kissed again and then he pushed me down and I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck him off until I was rewarded with a mouthful of cum. We were both out of breath as we pulled our pants up and he grinned at me. We had some breakfast and a little later we went upstairs where I fucked him again and dumped another load deep in his arse. I split with my partner not long after that and never got together with Sean again. Fortunately my partner never knew that I had fucked his nephew bareback and loaded up his arse - once in the kitchen and once in our bed.

Fuck it. It was late Saturday afternoon and I had just finished running some last-minute errands getting stuff to keep me hydrated for that evening's play session with a FFuckbud in Bushwick. I was a little behind schedule and felt rushed, sweating from the late summer humidity and sexual anticipation. It was a warm day and I was wearing a t-shirt with cut-off sleeves, shorts and sneakers. I took a deep breath to relax as I waited for the Über car to arrive. I stared at my phone screen: the app displayed the driver was a few minutes away. He was kinda hot from the thumbnail image of his profile. OINK! Buzz. My phone vibrated as the screen display got interrupted as a text came in. HIM: SORRY baby. Can't host tonight after all. Something came up. Have to cancel. Fuck it. I texted him back quickly. ME: Dang that sucks. HIM: I know!!! Was really looking forward 2 PNP and getting @ that pussy of urs. ME: K. Another time then. HIM: I'll make it up 2 u next time I CYU. ME: L8R. I was already cleaned out and just a little buzzed. I smoked a little bowl while getting ready earlier to get me in the mood. It was enough to get my manhole hungry. He is one of my regular fuckbuds. I hate it when they cancel as the last thing I want to do is go online and take a risk with someone new. I like playing with the few regular buds I have. We have great connection and they know how to make my insatiable hole feel great. And I give it back in return. Except not tonight apparently. I stared at my phone screen. Now what? I thought to myself. Should I contact another bud at this last minute? Go online and risk searching for someone new? That seemed desperate (well I was sorta...). FUCK IT. I cancelled the Über car. I shook my head cursing at myself. I had a bag of protein and energy drinks in one hand and my phone on the other. Beside me, I had a small overnight travel bag that had some of my favorite toys, various lube and grease, poppers, and my toiletry bag parTy kit. All that preparation for nothing. I looked around me at the storefronts on the block. I live in an area of north Brooklyn that is historically more African American. But that is rapidly changing as it gentrifies year by year as the a new influx of people move in (myself included), priced out of Manhattan and other areas of northwest Brooklyn. I see a barber shop across the street. Hmm...time for a cut, I think to myself. If I can't play, I may as well get a haircut. I usually go to my barber in the East Village but I sure wasn't going there tonight. It had been a few weeks since my last cut and I like to keep my hair short and buzzed fresh. I was overdue. I placed my phone in my shorts pocket, picked up the overnight bag and crossed the street. Some aashole hipster almost ran into me on a Ciibike, oblivious to jaywalkers ruling the street. I cursed at him as he sped by, not hearing me with his headphones on. I was still spitting at the air when I got in front of the barbershop. It was about to close, totally empty except for one lone barber. I entered. "Hey," I greeted him, walking in. "How's it going? Can you do one more today?" The barber looked me up and down quickly as he was putting some equipment away. "It's late." It almost sounded like a complaint. He looked at me appearing to size me up. The barber was in his mid to late 50's, a tall dark, black man with short, buzzed cut hair and a trim beard that had a light salt and pepper pattern. He was about 6'3" and I guessed around 225 lbs of solid man. He looked like a coach for a high school athletic team. He had a handsome face in a rugged way with an impressive squared-off jawline that was framed with a short beard. He was wearing a dark green, button-down short sleeve shirt that served him like a uniform and was snug on his upper body. The top two buttons were undone and I could see short bristles of salt and pepper hair lightly covering his chiseled chest. He was wearing dark blue sweatpants that were a little loose. I couldn't help but notice that he had impressively large feet in his black beat-up sneakers. I could read that he was in good shape for his age. "I just need a buzz cut." My hair was about a half-inch long, too long for my taste. "You can do me quick: in-and out." I smiled at him. "Cool?" He moved towards me then passed my side heading to the storefront windows. "I am just about to close," he announced as he shut off the air conditioner. His voice had a deep weight with an after-tone of a subtle bass. I liked how he sounded. He adjusted the old blinds at the windows, lowering them one by one as the narrow shop got darker. He looked me up and down again. I noticed some pause with his gaze. "I will do you," he said, locking the door and lowering the last shade on the inside of the door. The shop was darker now, cut off visibly from the outside. The small shop had old fluorescent light bars overhead in three parallel rows casting a greenish glow to the room. His dark skin took on another sheen with the absence of natural light from the outdoors. One length of the light on the farthest right ceiling row was flicking on and off, shorting itself randomly, casting stranger highlights on both of us that would materialize and then quickly disappear. "You're in luck, Boy," he finally smiled. I liked that he called me Boy. Was he flirting with me as he read me visually again (or so I thought)? Or was I just horny from my now defunct evening's anticipation? "You're my last customer." He walked into the shop towards one of the corners. "I'll take you." He washed his hands at a corner sink for shampooing customers. He dried them off thoroughly. Nice forearms, I thought; they were thick and solid. "Put your bags down by that last chair," he instructed in that deep tone, pointing to a beat-up leather barber chair. "Sit down." I walked towards the corner, setting the overnight bag down. I placed my plastic grocery bag on the linoleum-tiled floor. The contents fell out, imbalanced and tossed around. My drinks rolled around our feet. "You goin' to do some major exercise or somethin' tonight?" He peered at me and then the various drinks scattered on the floor. "Yeah," I laughed as I looked up at him. "You could say that," I paused. "...special exercises." I knelt down, gathering the various bottles and placing them carefully back in the bag. "They help keep me going." He was now standing beside me, near the counter, getting some of his barber tools out of several small cabinets. I couldn't help but stare at his crotch as it was just a few inches from my face. He turned slightly, opening another cabinet to get some clippers so he was in profile from my viewpoint. WHOA! Nice bulge! There was something definitely in those dark sweatpants. I couldn't stop looking at it, that inner buzz inside me from earlier triggered itself ON. "You done yet?" He looked down at me, a tight smile on his face. "Sit down on the chair and let's get this started." I got up and sat down on the barber chair. It was an old-skool shop; probably from the late 80's when the neighborhood was a lot rougher. I got myself comfortable on the chair which looked like an antique at this point. The leather was well worn on the seat and it crackled as I adjusted myself, straightening my back. There were mirrors all around us at each chair station. There were six chairs in the shop in total, three at each side, with just a little walk space in the center of the narrow shop. You could see your reflection from one side of the room to the other into infinity as the mirrors on each side of the shop reflected on itself. The mirrors were a bit faded, well past their time; some were cracked, including the one in front of us, a hairline fracture that ran diagonally from mid-center on the left side up to the right corner of the glass surface. If I turned slightly, my head appeared split and off-register. The cabinets surrounding the mirrors at each chair station were covered in black Formica, the edges a bit frayed. There was a scattering of photos all around each station displaying men's hairstyles from old to current trends. I looked across from me and observed his personal photos taped around the mirror. A few were with his wife (I presumed) from different eras. He maintained a great body regardless of the decade. I noticed the wife in older photos but only solos of him or with male friends as he got older. There was a photo of him without a shirt, I am guessing from the last decade, probably on some island vacation, showing off his chiseled chest. HOT! I could feel myself starting to sweat slightly. He grabbed a long sheet of white tissue paper from one of the frayed tiny cabinets in front of us flanking the large mirror. I watched our reflection as he proceeded to get ready, folding the tissue as he walked behind me. He wrapped the tissue around my neck and tucked it into my T-shirt collar. He did this quietly as he looked deep into my eyes in the mirror. I watched him in return, also silent. I sensed we were both assessing the situation and measuring each other. I couldn't quite get a read on him. He was making me nervous. He was making me horny. I looked at those forearms again. They were large and thick, a light tangle of dark hair blended with his skin tone. I saw some tattoos on his right arm that I hadn't noticed before. They were faded and old, the black ink almost blending with his dark skin tone. The designs gave away their age as they were soft and fuzzy, the edges blurred by time and unsaid experiences. He reached for a dark sheet that was folded at the edge of the chair arm. He snapped it in the air suddenly, startling me as it sounded louder than it probably was, my senses already heightened. He unfolded it and draped it over me. It was a thin polyester sheet and it created a second skin over my crotch and upper body. He fastened it around my neck methodically. His large hands then rested on my shoulders, brushing the sheet into place. His palms seemed to be wiping away the creases so that the draping of the sheet over my upper body was even and centered. His hands had a weight to them that felt solid and heavy. Impressive. Masculine. Sexy. His fingertips applied a little pressure to the front of my shoulders for a mere moment, a slight massage. I moaned. Fuck it-that felt good! His right hand lifted in the air and disappeared behind my head in the reflection as our eyes met again and traced each other. The palm of that hand now brushed the back of my neck and ran up and down the back of my head, feeling my hair lightly as if we was barely touching it, running up and down, up and down, slowly, gently, almost sensually. It was if he was studying my hair, its texture, softness, healthiness. But his touch seemed to graze over me longer than professionally expected, unmeasured seconds that bordered into inappropriate movements. I moaned a little more, almost embarrassed at my obviousness. "Whatcha want, Boy?" Finally he spoke. The tone was now almost gentle, but just a bit, a decipherable difference I caught in comparison to his not-so-friendly greeting when I had entered earlier. The deep voice seemed to echo for a few seconds in the small, empty shop. Outside the light was getting fainter as the sun had set quickly as the late afternoon stepped into the early summer evening. The broken fluorescent light bar behind us flickered like a signal as if it were announcing the passing of the day. "Just a buzz cut," I stammered in my reply. His large hand ran over the top of my head again, rapidly this time. "What you take? 1.5? 2?" He looked at me. "Huh?" I was puzzled. "What do you mean?" "Clippers. Razor guard size," he answered. "Oh. I think it's usually a 2." I inadvertently brought my hand up to the top of my head as If to measure my hair and our hands touched for a second. He looked at me in the mirror. "Then my regular barber goes more in detail with a 1.5." "Regular barber?" His tone was definitely easing. "Yeah. I go to this Ukrainian guy in the East Village. I had a date that cancelled and saw your shop was still open. So here I am." "A date huh?" He kind of sneered at that. "You don't look like you dressed for any date." Fuck it. What the hell. "Yeah...well it was more a hook-up," I confessed quickly. "He cancelled at the last minute. I was right across the street to meet him when he cancelled. Saw your shop was still open. Figured I would get a buzz here." "Well you came to the right spot," his hand brushed the back of my head again, now taking his time, slowly running his palm up and down, up and down. "You got nice hair, nice texture...very soft." I stared at our reflection in the cracked mirror. Behind us, the fluorescent light bar shorted out for a second or two. He stopped with my hair and walked over to the cabinets and got his clippers ready, plugging the cord in a socket by his right. He approached me and I stared at him, my eyes following him in the mirror as he positioned himself behind me. He flicked the clippers on and it came alive, resting on my head for a second before he started to push it along. The whir and buzz of the vibration seemed like a strange percussion in my ears. He started by running the clippers from the front of my head towards the back. The clippers vibrated in a gentle rhythm over my scalp. I was definitely hyper sensitive with the little toke on the glass pipe from earlier. Fuck it-that felt GOOD-as he raked my head methodically, row by row. It was like an electronic massage in parallel motions going over my scalp. Tiny threads of dark, black hair fell around me, scattering on the sheet on my upper abdomen and crotch, raining down as the clippers ran its path. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation privately. I took in the mechanical buzz and vibration and breathed in slowly. "You OK there, Boy?" He noticed. I opened my eyes slowly, staring at our reflection. My head was on one side of the reflection in the crack of the mirror, his on the upper half. He was almost smiling. "You OK?" He repeated, the voice had a hint of concern. "You looked like you went somewhere down the avenue or somethin'." "Uh yeah," I replied, a little embarrassed. "I just like clipper cuts. It feels good," I admitted. "OK, Boy," he laughed and winked at my reflection. He continued with the clippers, buzzing around the rest of the top of my scalp, then the back and sides. He walked around me, shifting from my right side then to the left, getting in the correct position, gently pushing my head down or to the side to get a better angle. Short, trimmed hair continued to rain around me. I watched him intently in the mirror. His arms flexed as he moved the clippers around my head. The cuffed edge of his short-sleeves were tight around his biceps. I observed his hand, large with thick, long fingers, holding tight on the clippers gliding it around my head. He sure was getting sexier by the minute. "What kinda hook-up you had goin' tonight?" He didn't look at me as he continued to push the clippers around my right ear, carefully and slowly sculpting at the hair edge, repositioning himself to my right side, his large body getting closer to the chair arm, closer to me. I turned my head slightly to him but he quickly pushed my head face-forward with a gentle but in-control force as he continued sculpting the edge around the back of my ear. "What kinda hook-up is it that you got all those energy drinks?" He sneered a little now but continued to put his attention on my hairline. "And what's with the overnight bag, Boy?" Fuck it. Go for it, I told myself. I was already a little buzzed and so horned up. "Well," I looked at his reflection, waiting for his eyes to meet mine, trying to get more of a read on him. "If you really want to know...we were going to parTy and get all crazy and shit." "Watcha talkin' 'bout?" His eyes suddenly looked in the mirror, curious. "You know: parTy?" I emphasized the last syllable. He moved the clippers away from my head, staring at me more seriously in the mirror. "I like a little Tina. Gets me all wild and super horny." He smiled at me and resumed clipping around the right side of my head. "That bitch Tina?!?" He laughed. "She sure is a good time." He smiled wider and continued to carefully trim around my ear and side. "Haven't fucked with that biTch in ages." "So you parTy too?" He got my attention. I shifted slightly in my chair. "Oh yeah, Boy." He looked at me proudly in the mirror, then placed his attention back to cutting my hair. "Yeah, after my wife passed over ten years ago, I got a little crazy for a minute...if you know what I'm sayin'. Few bitches here and there. Some wild ones too! Those are the ones I partied with. GOOD TIMES!" He smiled at that memory and continued with the clippers. "Whatcha get into? You a bottom, Boy?" He stopped for a second, looking at me, waiting for my reply. I nodded as he held the clippers away from my head. "Yeah. I thought so." He stepped away from me, careful to not get tangled with the cord of the clippers, and walked towards another cabinet and adjusted the blade guard. His body was turned just slightly, most of his back facing me. When he was done, he walked behind me, then towards my left side. He brought the clippers back to my head to go in for a finer trim detail. He cranked the lever on the side of the chair as it jerked up a few inches, raising me. My left elbow was now at the same level as his crotch. His body was much closer now. I could feel his body heat. He carefully continued with the clippers, inching his body closer and closer now that my elbow was rubbing against the jersey material of his sweatpants. WHOA! SHIT! He was fucking hard as a rock! He continued with the cut, shifting his body left to right just slightly, back and forth, rubbing his crotch on my elbow. I pushed my left arm towards him, playing his game, adding pressure to his crotch that was now pressing against me. "Ohhhhh...Boy. That do feel good." He stopped cutting my hair for a moment, pressing harder on my arm, his head cocked back, eyes closed. I stared at our reflection. Then suddenly he opened his eyes. "You got any of that biTch in your bag there, Boy?" His eyes spoke of experience and knowledge. I could read that we had something in common... HUNGER. I nodded in the reflection. "Let's invite that biTch to this party then, Boy." He stepped away from me a half step, holding the clippers down at his side. It was still buzzing. From the mirror I saw an impressive silhouette of a bulge growing in his sweatpants. It was huge and thick, stretching the jersey material obscenely. "Boy, I haven't let loose since I don't know when. Haven't made it with a guy in ages either. But you sure are cute. And I sure am horny. I told you you came to the right spot." He paused and gave me a serious glare in the mirror. "Open your bag." The light flickered behind us again. In the mirror my hair was half-done: one side short and buzzed, the other unfinished. I looked a little crazy with this insane half-done buzz cut. I also looked really horny. A bead of sweat trickled down the left side of my forehead. I slowly stood up from the chair, countless hairs trimmed at the same tiny lengths, like black needle tips, littering around us on the floor. I walked over to my overnight bag, bent down and pulled on the zipper. He turned off the clippers, walked around the chair, and set it on the cabinet counter. I dug through the contents, looking for the small toiletry bag that had my parTy supplies. He sat down on the chair I had been on, the leather cracking under his weight and mass as he spread his legs. I stood up with the toiletry bag, placed it on the counter beside the clippers and unzipped it. He watched me silently. I prepared the glass pipe with a good size shard of crystal and carefully heated it, careful to keep the flame at the right distance, rocking the bowl side to side. He started slowly massaging his crotch then leaned forward, motioning for me to step closer. I continued to slowly melt the Tina as he leaned in even closer, both arms about to surround me. His hands disappeared behind my back and unfastened the sheet over my upper body. The sheet fell silently, my trimmed hair scattering into a random, frenzied pattern on the linoleum floor. "Take a big drag, Boy." He instructed. "And I mean a BIG HIT." I did as I was told. I kept the flame under the bowl another second as that lovely light grey cloud formed in the glass bubble. I shook the torch off and he reached for it as I took a long, deep BIG breath as he had instructed, taking as much smoke as my lungs would allow. "Good Boy," he grabbed the pipe. "Hold it in as long as you can. Now take off that shirt. Let me see your body." I lifted my arms and pulled the tank top off and threw it carelessly on the floor. Little bits of trimmed hair fell on and around us. "Nice tits, Boy. You keep in shape." He lit the pipe a few times for himself like I had done earlier, then set the torch to his side. He motioned for me to keep my breath and to not exhale. The magical smoke appeared in the pipe and he took equally, if not more, of a big hit than I had just done. We both held our breaths. He reached over slowly and with his free hand squeezed my right nipple, surprising me. He squeezed it hard. Finally, I exhaled; I couldn't help myself. A huge cloud came out of me, floating slowly over us, temporarily obscuring him from my vision as if he was lost in a miniature chemical fog. And then his face slowly appeared as the smoke dissipated, floating towards the fluorescent lighting, the small clouds taking on another palette. He grabbed me and leaned in closer, our mouths met, his swallowing mine, surprising me. His large and heavy tongue pushed and parted my lips gently at first, then with force, getting my mouth open and wide as he exhaled a huge amount of smoke. I greedily sucked it in. His eyes stared at me. He was different now. This wasn't the barber anymore. This was a Man. And he was hungry with that all too familiar look in his eyes that indicates the biTch was here. His tongue darted rapidly into my mouth, fishing for mine. There was now an electric energy in him that wasn't there before. His tongue gave it away if his eyes hadn't already hinted of it. The tongue danced violently in my mouth as if it were seeking its last breath. I gave it back earnestly and kissed him deeply, sucking in his tongue, adding pressure so hard that our mouths locked into a vacuum. We were both with the biTch now. I flicked my tongue back at him harder and he relented, his mouth first, then his body relaxing. I exhaled back to him. He sucked it in deep then looked at me intently, the madness gone, now only a soft gaze in his eye. His tongue gently coaxed mine and I pulled away slightly, licking his thick, dark lips. He exhaled and a thick cloud surrounded our heads. I took control now. I pushed him gently back on the chair as he reclined at an angle. He is quite tall; his legs were spread wide on the floor despite the chair being higher than normal. I grabbed the pipe and lighter from him and lit it again, inhaling deep as he watched me intently. He grabbed the pipe and torch from me and did the same. I held my breath as long as I could watching him before I exhaled. He held his breath longer before exhaling, our combined clouds fading in the ceiling. We repeated this a few more times, getting more higher. I grabbed the pipe and torch from him and placed them on the counter. I pushed against the foot pedal on the base of the chair, flipping it downwards and stepped onto its flat edge leaning into him. He sat back comfortably, very buzzed, observing me, his arms spread open and resting on his side. I leaned forward and slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pulled it apart. Nice chest. He was still in great shape. The hint of salt and pepper hair that I saw earlier was now all visible. It was light on the upper chest, then thicker near his pecs, visually defining the lower curves of his pectorals. The hair was short and bristly and then it got less dense as it disappeared into his groin. I ran my left hand over his chest, feeling the texture of his body hair, the firmness of his muscles and a slight sweat that was building, coating his dark skin. I reached forward with my body, my abdomen rubbing against his crotch, hard and throbbing, as I leaned in closer and took his right nipple into my mouth. I bit it hard with my front teeth and held my grip. Then I gently flicked my tongue left to right on the tip of his nipple, brushing it lightly with saliva, teasing him. "MUTHAFUCKER!!!" He groaned, sliding up the chair slightly. I looked up at him while biting hard and soft, my tongue moving rapidly. He stared back at me and his body shifted up the chair even more as I felt his hard cock rub against my abdomen. I pulled away and shifted back down, in between his legs, looking up at his crotch and upper body. His massive cock was throbbing under the jersey material of his sweatpants. I positioned my right hand under his left thigh and squeezed tight, pulling the cotton against his leg. His bulge looked massive now, outlined by the tightened jersey material. It pulsed with excitement. I kept rearranging my grip and pull on the material, admiring the view. I lifted my left hand and slowly started feeling his shaft. "You one of those NASTY bitches!" He proclaimed. He was breathing heavy and rapid now, clearly turned on, clearly starting to buzz. I squeezed harder on the bulge. Fuck! It was huge! Thick as a beer can - my favorite! It looked long too - maybe 9"-10". I kept stroking it through the cotton, re-arranging its position on his thigh, checking it out, getting myself turned on with what was in front of me. He pushed my hand away suddenly and I leaned back. He took control and started rubbing himself, gripping the thick base with his left hand. "You like that, Boy?" He smirked at me. There was something nasty about how he said that. I nodded, gripping and squeezing my own dick inside my shorts. He squeezed his cock some more and we exchanged glances of silent anticipation. He was showing off to me and I was a willing audience. He kept grabbing his thick tool, moving it from one side of his thigh, an inch or two down his leg, then the other way, then back, constantly shifting. It looked obscene like some monster about to be unleashed. "You like what you see, Boy?" I nodded, grabbing his tool. I squeezed it hard, loving the weight and mass of it in my hand. I brought my hand to the base of his cock then traced it along the cotton material, rubbing it slowly up and down the shaft which only made him moan some more. My hand encircled the head and I squeezed gently at first, then with a tighter grip, then back to a soft touch. He squirmed on the leather chair as it crackled from underneath him. Then suddenly I grabbed the shaft again and shook it hard as it flopped through the sweatpants material. His hands appeared from the side as he lifted his ass off the chair slightly. Then he suddenly pulled his sweatpants down, thrusting them as far down his legs as it would go. He was wearing thin boxers with a vertical stripe pattern and the left leg sleeve was getting soaked from his excitement. His tool looked even larger now. I pushed back a little to admire the changed view. I grabbed his tool again and the thin cotton was barely covering his shaft. I positioned his cock slightly so it was running down his thigh, the head just visible now underneath the edge of his boxers. I pulled back on the cotton material exposing the head further. Now it was my turn to to moan. Wow. It was a beautiful cock head : round and bulbous and dark. He was uncut. The head was covered with foreskin which was pulled back slightly. Precum was leaking out of his urethra. I slid my finger alongside the slit and placed it in my mouth, licking it while looking at him. It had a slight salty taste. "Oh yeah man," I moaned, finally answering him. "I love it." "Pull off my sweats and boxers," he commanded firmly. I leaned back slightly and yanked them off quickly rolling them through his legs and feet. I kept his sneakers on and tossed the clothing to one side of the floor. His legs looked massive, long and muscular with impressive thighs. There was strength to his legs that I liked. I squeezed his thighs hard several times and then let go. His balls were large and round and pushed the base of his thick tool which was now very hard and swerved to the side by his left hip. I leaned in closer and took in his scent from in between his legs. He smelled of sweat, his own musk and some old-fashioned scent that reminded me I was in a barber shop. I leaned in closer and spit on his balls. His cock shifted. I leaned in more and ran my tongue from the bottom to the top. I repeated this from the left side, then the right, then back to the center, each time depositing more saliva that his testicles were now glistening, the highlights in a faint green cast from the fluorescent lighting. My mouth opened wider and I engulfed as much of his balls that I could fit into my mouth. And then I applied pressure with my lips creating a seal as I applied suction to the testicles inside my mouth. I ran my tongue rapidly over his balls, side to side, up and down, with pressure, without, all at random, driving him crazy. I loved how his balls tasted, a little salty from his sweat, a little pungent in general, and a lot masculine. His cock kept shifting. I released his balls and leaned back for a moment while my left hand cupped his testicles, spreading my saliva gently around his balls. His cock shifted again as if silently wanting attention. I leaned forward once more, grabbed the shaft of his tool and brought my lips to his cock head. I curled the tip of my tongue and flicked it around the rim of his foreskin, just getting a little bit of the tip under the rubbery skin as I pushed it back with my tongue. He squirmed a bit on the chair. I continued around the head, taking my time. It tasted musky and slightly strong, carrying that day with it. I was too high to really care. And then I pulled back with my mouth and rolled the flat top section of my tongue along his cock head, tracing it along the line of his urethra, coating it with my saliva. His ass shifted. And then suddenly I took his whole head in my mouth, the thick massive bulb, coating it with more saliva, sucking on it now with pressure, my tongue dancing inside the hood to the rapid rhythm of my heart beating. "MUTHAFUKKKKKAAA!!!" He yelled, his hands now grabbing tight on the chrome edges of the chair arms. Beads of sweat fell from my face mixing with my saliva on his tool, adding more of my own lubrication. I took a deep breath and my mouth opened wider. I applied more suction as I inched forward-slowly, very slowly-on his very hard shaft. I looked at him monitoring his reaction. His eyes were closed, head cocked back, groaning to himself. "Mutha...fukkaa...Mutha...fukkkaaa..." He was sweating even more than me. I inhaled through my nose again and leaned in another inch, my tongue washing the underside of his shaft. I kept watching him as I took my time, savoring the weight and mass of his tool inside my mouth, enjoying that I was providing him this pleasure. I love how a big cock feels when it fills my mouth, my throat. He was getting harder from excitement as he continued to squirm on the chair. I breathed in again through my nose and now dove in, eyes closed, visualizing my actions inside my mind, taking several inches, then pulling back a bit, then diving back in, then out. In. Out. In. Out. I allowed his stiff tool to fuck my hungry mouth and then very suddenly I dove right in, sucking that thick head into my throat. "MUTHAFUKKKIN' BITCH!" He yelled, almost startling me. More sweat was now pouring down my face. I opened my mouth even more, inhaled again, a big, deep breath through what I could take through my mouth and more oxygen through my nose. I relaxed my muscles more as I let his tool sink further inside my throat, meanwhile applying slight random pressure, massaging his shaft. I kept this going slowly, taking my time, breathing in more air through my nose, wanting it, taking it. He just continued to squirm. Finally I had most of his thick cock inside me, the bristles of his public hair now tickling my nose. I looked up at him. His eyes were still closed, head to one side, mumbling to himself. I stayed like that for awhile, just enjoying the volume and weight on his tool in my mouth and throat. I would pull back occasionally, but just a micro inch, and then sink in, fucking the shaft with my mouth. And then I would rest again at the base, contracting my throat muscles, massaging him, resting in that position, savoring the mass inside me. I started to pull back and sink in again, but building my pace; slowly at first, then more rapidly, up and down, up and down. He was really squirming now and I started to apply more pressure and sucking at the same time. Faster. Faster. FASTER! "MUTHAFUKKKAAA!!!" He yanked me off violently, pulling my head with such speed and force away from his shaft that my mouth made a loud plopping sound as I breathed air again. His tool shined with a coating of my saliva. Pre-cum leaked out of his cock head. I leaned in to catch it with my tongue. But he pushed me away. "FUCK BOY!" He pulled back on the chair now, straightening his upper body slightly, his hands falling back on the arm rests. "You sure know how to suck dick! FUCK! I just don't want to cum so fast! That biTch got me goin' and horny! And if your suckin' dick that good I can only tell what the rest of the evening will bring!" He laughed at that. I licked my lips and then wiped the excess saliva around my mouth and chin with my right hand. I stared at him greedily. "You look kinda crazy with that half-done haircut!" He laughed again, now lifting himself from the chair. "Get up, Boy. Take off those shorts and you get that ass back on this chair." He got up around me, his big, slick dick bouncing around. I stood up beside the chair and stepped out of my shorts, kicking off my sneakers. I had a black and red jock on. He whistled at me when he saw that. "WOO! That sure look good on you! Turn around." I did as I was told, giving him a show of my ass, framed by the black jock straps. "Nice!" He felt my ass. "We gonna have some fun with that later. Now get on that chair!" I got on and he placed the polyester sheet on my upper body again and clipped it behind my neck. He grabbed his clippers from the counter. He still had his shirt on, unbuttoned and hanging loose, and nothing else but his sneakers. It looked almost comical with his swinging hard-on but it actually was kinda hot. I was slouching down on the chair a bit. My legs were spread wide. I couldn't help it. I was horny, that buzz just starting to set... "Ok straighten up, let's finish this cut." He walked behind me as I slid up the chair. As I did, the sheet exposed my crotch. I was getting turned on from the whole scenario. The clippers came to my head and he proceeded to finish the cut. The vibration of the clippers was working its magic on me again. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the mechanical rhythm on my scalp. I started to get hard despite the T. "You sure like this, huh?" He snickered behind me. I opened my eyes, looking at him in the mirror. He was intensely focused, being very particular with his methods. After a few minutes he was done and placed the clippers aside back at the counter. He shifted to the other side of the counter and selected a shaving blade sitting in a clear glass jar of sanitizing liquid. He retrieved the blade and dried it with a towel nearby. To his left was a small device that he pressed. Heated shaving cream oozed out if it on his palm. He then walked behind me and applied the warm cream on the back of my neck. He massaged the heated cream slowly, gently, spreading it around the bottom trimmed edge of my hairline on the back of my head. The heat of the warm cream added to the heat now forming in the small shop. A tiny bead of sweat ran down the left side of my face. I moaned again. My breathing was getting more rapid. I watched him from the reflection of the other mirror behind us reflecting on the cracked mirror in front of me. I was nervous and yet excited at the same time. My cock twitched in my tight jock. He held his blade impressively steady and very carefully brought the sharp instrument to the back of my head. I stayed still and tried to concentrate on my breathing, to relax and not move an inch. The sharp edge of the blade made contact with my skin and I felt as if someone had shocked me with a hit of electricity. My senses were so heightened. The edge of the blade felt as if it were sinking into my moistened skin, my sweat and the heated shaving cream mixed into some new lubricant for the sharp blade to glide over me. He applied a tiny bit of pressure that was so faint I shouldn't have felt it. But I did as I flinched as the blade shifted slowly along the bottom of the hairline. And then with a very sudden gesture that was a mix of speed and unmeasured pressure, his hand pushed quickly as the blade separated from my skin. I exhaled as the fluorescent light behind us flickered again. Before I could relax, the blade returned, the coldness of the sharp metal shocking me again. I inhaled and caught that I was holding my breath. He applied that subtle pressure and slight movement and shaved another fraction of an inch or so of my hairline to a fine, crisp edge. I exhaled again and he repeated this over and over until he was done. It was only a few minutes but that biTch made it seem more like an eternity. And yet I was loving it. There was something about the super sharp blade that he controlled that turned me on. He wiped what was left of the shaving cream away with a small towel, still standing behind me. I looked at him in the mirror and it was a little obscene: him standing there with a hard-on, the foreskin pulled back revealing his dark tool and holding a blade in one hand. "Slide down that chair a little bit, Boy," he instructed. "Get that ass just hanging off the edge a bit." I did as I was told. He walked over back to the counter. He dropped the used blade back in the sanitizing jar. He turned around looking at me. "You seemed to like that, huh?" I nodded in silence. "Ok-well that was just for starters." He pressed on the small machine on the counter again as more heated cream oozed out of the tiny nozzle. "Now pull up those legs and hold them. Hold them STILL-you hear? I'm gonna shave that hair around your hole." I was already flying at this point. I liked where this was going so I obliged and pulled my legs up, holding it steady on the back of my thighs. My asshole was in clear view. "Muthafukka..." He paused, eyes staring at my hole. I was already buzzed from the bowl we smoked together and the earlier hit I had done just before leaving my apartment. My hole was clearly showing this. I contracted and relaxed my hole, showing off to him. "HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT!!! Whatcha got there, Boy?" He stepped closer. "Fuck. For a second there I thought I was lookin’ at pussy." A thick finger touched my asslips, sliding around it gently. "That is one beautiful hole you got there." He approached me and bent down for a second, taking a closer view. "Muthatfukka. That sure is pretty." He stood up straight and looked around to his side. He found a small stool and grabbed it with his free hand, positioning it to my left side. He then walked back to the counter and pulled another drawer open retrieving a small hand mirror. "Here-grab this," he instructed. "I want you to see what I'm doing. This is special service. I don't provide this to many customers." He winked at me, laughing a little. I held it with one hand and adjusted it. It was a double-sided mirror: normal reflection on one side, close-up view on the other. He fidgeted around the counter then retrieved a fresh, new blade from the jar. He pressed on the machine again as it shot out more heated shaving cream. He sat on the stool next to me, adjusting himself. His legs were spread open and his thick shaft, now semi-hard hung over the edge. If I had another free hand I would have taken a picture. He looked so hot and strangely odd and menacing at the same time with his open shirt, the blade in one hand, the wad of white cream on the other hand, and his big, uncut dick just hanging there. "Hold that mirror just right now so you can see..." His one hand moved closer and spread the warm shaving cream on my manpussy. He spread it liberally, all around my hole and around my asscheeks. Everything felt ultra-sensitive on my skin around my hole. The warmth of the cream almost felt burning at first, as it was a shocking sensation. But the burn faded quickly to a warm glow. I looked in the hand mirror admiring the view. I twisted my hand slightly and switched to the close-up view. My hole was pulsing from the heat like some strange organism surrounded by white foam. "Beautiful," he was admiring the view. He inched in closer. From the hand mirror I saw the blade-now mega size in the enhanced reflection-approaching my pulsing manpussy. The sharp blade looked menacing and I held my breath as my hole instinctively contracted, the pussy lips folding in on itself. "Fuckin' beautiful," he repeated. The blade came closer to the edge of my hole and made contact with my skin. With his left hand he held my ass, pulling it wide as his right hand carefully glided the sharp blade, scraping with a slight pressure away from my asslips. I watched nervously from the mirror. The fluorescent light behind us flickered again, this time with a slight scraping noise that lasted a second. He held the blade at a slight angle as it glided on my skin. The blade pushed the heated cream aside, exposing a smooth, shaved area near my hole. The moistness of the cream and my sweating made my skin seem to glow with a slight light green tint from the fluorescent lighting. He repositioned the blade just another inch above where he had started and repeated the procedure. And again and again. Each time, I flinched as the sharp blade made contact with my sensitive skin. It was a combination of nervousness and anticipation. I stared at the reflection and admired the view. I contracted my hole, winking at him. "You like that, huh?" He asked. I nodded again, silently. He stood up and grabbed the stool and moved over to my right side of the chair. He set the stool down near me and squatted into position. I admired the view of his impressive cock just hanging out, the hood of his foreskin pulled back a bit more, exposing that impressive bulb. He pulled the right side of my ass as the blade approached. I twisted my hand a little bit to get a better view with the hand mirror. As the mirror turned, I caught a momentary glance at my face in the reflection. I was covered in sweat and didn't even realize it. I adjusted my hold until I had a close-up view of my hole. The blade made contact, the sharp edge startling me again. He pulled carefully, gliding it away from my asslips, shaving the short hairs around my hole. I was exhaling and breathing more rapidly. "Hold STILL-you hear?" he demanded in an authoritative voice. I took control of my breathing, trying not to move. The blade came across further up my hole then glided along the smooth surface of my skin, pushing the shaving cream aside. In a few eternal minutes he was done. "Look at that fuckin' pretty hole," he announced. He grabbed a small towel near him and wiped gently around my manhole, removing any leftover shaving cream that was visible. My asslips were all flared and enlarged, pulsing from excitement and anticipation. I was still holding the small mirror. And then the blade approached again, coming into view in the enlarged oval reflection. He had the blade turned upside down, so the curved, unsharpened edge was pointing towards my hole. It came into contact with my moist asslips, the curved flat edge tracing along the soft folds of the skin, slowly up and down, up and down. I gasped a little, not sure what to expect from him. "I can tell this pussy is special," he said. "Don't see this too often." The blade continued its path along my hole. He pulled it away a few inches, tilted the tip of the unsharpened side and pushed it carefully in the crack of my hole. In the mirror I could see the curved edge of the blade enter my hole a micro-inch. I breathed in nervously. "Don't worry, Boy. I ain't gonna hurt you. Last thing I wanna do is hurt that pussy." He pulled the blade away slowly. "Well at least not with this tool." He pushed back on the stool, wiped around my ass again so it was clean and smooth. He stood up. "Take a look," he insisted. I turned the small hand mirror again for the normal view. Shit. My hole did look pretty. It was still pulsing. He grabbed the small mirror from me and walked back to the counter placing it down along with the blade. He wiped his hands with the towel and threw it aside. His dick was starting to throb. He turned looking at me, that thick tool pointing up and twitching. "Watcha want, Boy?" He stared at me greedily. I was still holding my legs up and apart. I moved my hands to my manpussy, feeling the smooth, hairless skin around it, rubbing myself gently. I looked at him with a new hunger, checking him out, staring at that big uncut dick. My fingers found my hole and ran up and down on my asslips. My hole felt warm and moist, as if it was sweating from the heat of the room and the heat building inside of me. "Fuck it," I begged, pulling my asslips apart wider.

Quick note: Still working on the semi-sequel to The Decline & Fall of Michael Christian. Hopefully you enjoy this story in the meantime. It's shorter... only this one part (so hopefully that is good news for those who do prefer the shorter stories). And, without further ado, here is Bait & Switch. It was about three months ago. That’s when it happened. When my hole life changed. It had been a long, hard day. My alarm didn’t go off — which meant I overslept and didn’t have time for breakfast. My boss was riding my ass all day — and not in a good way. And to top it all off (no pun intended), I dropped my mobile and cracked the screen. By the time the workday ended, I was in a hell of a mood. I needed to destress a bit. No. Let’s be honest. I needed a good fuck. I dropped off my car at home and took a taxi to the gay neighbourhood in town. I don’t get out to the clubs very often anymore (work is just too crazy) but I felt homesick for one of my favourites. Great music, great drinks, great staff. You know how they say you can’t go home again? It’s true. The bar was full but, at 32, I was probably the oldest guy in there. The music was skewed towards this new and younger crowd… I just found it dull and mindless. Plus most of the staff I used to know had moved on so there weren’t even familiar faces behind the bar. It barely felt like the same bar anymore. I ransacked my memory… how long had it been since I had dropped in? I was surprised to realise it had been my 30th birthday party. Well over a year and a half before. At least the drinks were still good. So I found a (more or less) out of the way corner and sipped my drink. Then another. Then another. Then another. I like to think I’m reasonably attractive guy. I’m no gym bunny but I do keep myself passably fit. Brown hair, hazel eyes, 5 feet 9 inches tall. But none of the guys in the bar so much as said ‘excuse me’ as they pushed past me through the crowd. So I just sat alone in my corner. Drinking. None of this did anything for my mood. Finally, enough was enough. I staggered out of the club. I wasn’t quite ready to go home though… still horny as fuck. I passed some of the other bars but discounted them: the first was too busy, the next was too loud, and at the third the doorman said something about my having been over-served already. So I kept walking. I was about to give up and just hail a cab to head home. And then I looked up and saw where I was. Just ahead of me was the bathhouse. I had never been inside before… I’d always been afraid i would run into someone I knew there. Which would just be awkward. But I had been persistently curious. Could it ever live up to the ‘urban legends’ about the easy sex available within? I paused for just a moment, but horniness and alcohol are a powerful mix. Tonight was the night. I glanced around — just to make sure no one was nearby who knew me — and stepped inside. “Good evening.” The guy at the counter greeted me in a disinterested tone. “Are you a member?” “No… this is my first time in here.” He pushed a sheet of paper towards me. “You will need to fill in this form for your membership.” I took the sheet and began completing it. I was a bit leery about putting any personal information… but I had come this far. No point backing out now. “Locker or room?” “Um… what’s the difference?” He rolled his eyes and pointed to a sign with prices. “The room costs 10 more.” “I guess just a locker.” I gave him back the completed form along the cash. He pushed a towel and a locker key towards me then buzzed me into the bathhouse itself. I walked through into a locker room. I knew enough to know that guys walk around with nothing on but their towel … so a few minutes later I wrapped my towel around my waist, tucked a condom into the elastic armband that held my locker key, and set off to explore. The bathhouse was a fairly large space spread over two floors. In addition to the locker room, on the ground floor I found a small but well stocked bar, a video room showing porn, and ‘wet area’ with a steam room and jacuzzi. Upstairs seemed divided into two parts. To the right of the stairs was a dark area labelled as ‘The Maze”. I decided I wasn’t quite ready for that though. To the left of the stairs was an area with several corridors with small cubicles on either side. One of the cubicles was open and being cleaned by a member of staff. There was a small bed of sorts, a locker, and a screen playing more porn. This, I realised, was the ‘room’ that the clerk had offered. Other than staff and myself, I think I saw 6 guys wandering around. They were older guys, at least late 40’s and not in great shape. Some looked downright I'll. No one I wanted to play around with. It was early though -- only about 9:30 or so. I decided to kill some time and see if the crowd improved. I went back down to the bar and had a couple drinks. Between the drinks at the club and now these, I was definitely buzzed by that point. I wandered over to the video room. There were a couple of the older guys in there, fondling themselves under their towels, but I ignored them and sat on a bench as far away as I could get. The porn wasn’t bad and my own hand found its way under my towel. I was careful though, I didn’t want to get myself off. I ignored the old guys as they entered and left. Just kept focused on the videos. I must have sat in the room for at least 30 minutes. Eventually, however, one of the old guys came and sat beside me. He was at least 60 and had a big beer belly. I tried to move a bit away but another old guy — one of the sick looking guys — was just a few feet away on that side. When the beer belly guy tried to put his hand on my thigh, I stood up quickly and left the video room. I was, however, pleased to discover that more guys had come in while I had been camped in the video room. Hopefully I could find someone who wasn’t quite so disgusting. I went back upstairs but still wasn’t ready to explore the dark maze area so I wandered through the area with the ‘rooms’. Many were closed and dark. Not rented yet, I assumed. A few were closed but with the unmistakable sounds of man-sex audible despite the closed doors. My dick got a little harder. Other doors were open and occupied. I was pleased to see that some of these held guys my age or younger. In one room I saw a cute blond guy, probably early twenties, but he didn’t even look up as I walked by his door. I wasn’t sure what the etiquette was to get his attention so I walked past. It was getting close to the end of the cubicle area and seemed to be striking out. Maybe this was going to be a bust. Maybe those urban legends about the great sex available were just that: myths and legends. And then I walked by the last open door. A man stood opposite, leaning on the back wall of the small room. He made eye contact with me as I walked by his room. I stopped in my tracks. He was one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen. Black hair, playfully tussled. Sky blue eyes. Full lips with the hint of a smile. Unshaven stubble. Skin a natural tan. Body lean and muscular. His tall frame — about 6’ 2” best I can guess - made me want to melt into him. His toned arms tucked behind his back. A light feathering of hair on his chest and a noticeable treasure trail leading my eyes to his towel. And the big, hard bulge waiting there. He was so far out of my league it wasn’t even funny. “Hey, how’s it going?” He said with a smile and an Italian accent. “Um… not too bad.” I stammered, licking my lips which suddenly felt dry. He gestured with his head for me to move into the room. I, of course, complied. I didn't even think to close the door. My hands were trembling as I approached him. His arms were still tucked behind his back. Making his chest and crotch seem even more prominent. Maybe it was his unspoken permission. Maybe it was all the alcohol. But — whatever it was —my trembling hands raised to touch his chest. The muscles firm and warm to my touch. “Mmmm. That feels good.” He said. “What is your name?” “Gary.” I replied. “My name is Mario. Your hand feels very good, Gary.” Even the way he said my name made me shiver a bit. But, at the same time, his voice was so calming. Relaxing. I felt more bold. My hand slowly drifted down. From his chest to his abs. Tracing the muscles. Before moving lower. Following his treasure trail. He didn’t stop me. Just watched with that little smile as my hand felt the hardness through his towel. I slowly started to caress him. I felt him swell a bit more. I’ve always been a bit of a size queen. I just love big cocks. My own cock was already hard was a rock and leaking pre-cum. I leaned in and my lips found his. I couldn’t believe this was happening. You have to understand. Mario was so far out of my league. And yet was letting me touch him. Stroke him. Kiss him. And he was kissing me back. He placed a hand on the small of my back. Just above my ass. Just a simple gesture. But, at the same time, possessive. And it just made him even more perfect. I was in his orbit. The moon to his earth. And, although I didn’t stop to think about it at the time, the moth to his flame. His hand slid lower. Caressing my ass through the towel even as I caressed his cock. My hand sliding under his towel for the first time. My fingers wrapping around his hard shaft. A moan escaped from somewhere deep inside me. Only to be lost in his kiss. “You have a nice ass, Gary.” He whispered. His fingers moving under my towel. Tracing down the crack of my ass. Sending shivers down my spine. “You have an amazing cock.” I whispered back. “Do you like it?” He asked. As if my ragged breath wasn’t evidence enough of that. He put his other hand on my shoulder. Pushing me gently. Down to my knees. I did not resist. I wanted him so much. His fingers ran through my hair. My mouth found his cock. Rolling my tongue over the head. Savouring his taste and smell. This was more than I had ever expected. I could feel him bending over me. His fingers moving slowly down my back. Tracing my spine. Reaching my butt. Sliding into the cleft. Circling my hole. “You like getting fucked?” With my mouth full of his dick I could only moan my affirmative reply. “Hot. You are going to get really fucked tonight. I promise.” His finger circling my hole found it’s target. Pushed inside me. “You're tight, babe. You gonna be able to take it all?” Again I moaned my reply and raised my ass to meet this finger. He chuckled above me. Then slid a second finger in. In and out of my hole. Driving me even more wild. His cock was in my throat now. My face tight into his crotch. I was so focused on the taste of him, of his scent, that I barely noticed any sound behind me. Then I felt a second pair of hands touch me. I jumped… but Mario’s hands moved quickly back up my body. One hand on my shoulder (holding me on my knees) and the other on the back of my head (gently holding my face impaled on his big dick). I felt movement behind me and then a warm met tongue find my hole. “Don’t worry. That’s just my buddy.” Mario said. “You don’t mind, do you? It’s really hot seeing him eat your ass. Getting it ready for a good fuck.” Mario seemed genuinely turned on by seeing the other man working his tongue into my hole. At least his cock seemed harder than ever in my throat. And the tongue was pretty damn talented. I figured it was worth it to get Mario inside me. I wished I could see the newcomer but decided to just focus on Mario’s cock. I wanted him good and ready to fuck me. Mario’s hips were gently rocking, sliding his cock in and out of my throat. I wanted this beautiful god to fuck me so bad. Mario whispered something to the other man. I couldn’t make it out. The tongue on my hole moved away. Movement behind me. Was it finally time? Was Mario ready to fuck me? Hands on my hips. Pulling me back slightly. Something touching my hole. Bigger and harder than a tongue. A cock pushing at my tight hole. I tried to make a disapproving sound but Mario’s cock was deep in my throat. “That’s hot, babe.” Mario said. “You should see his cock. It looks so good pushing into you. Really getting me turned on.” I was a bit annoyed but — well — I had come so far and I didn’t want to lose my chance at getting fucked by Mario now. I pulled the condom out from the elastic band on my arm and handed it to the man behind me. He took the condom from my hand but his cock never moved away from my ass for even a moment to put it on. I didn’t get fucked bare. Not ever. But I was conflicted… I really wanted Mario to fuck me. I clenched my hole against the unseen man behind me. Maybe that would be enough to discourage him. But no. The stranger’s palm came down hard on my ass with a loud slap. I jumped, my hole relaxing for just a second... ... And the unseen man pushed the head of his dick in with a sudden thrust. Bare. “Dude.” Mario said above me. “His dick looks so good in your ass. Just let him open you a bit and then, if you want, he can pull out and he can put on the condom.” It made sense. At least it did at that moment. Alcohol and lust really weaken your resolve. I managed to manoeuvre enough to look up at Mario without losing his cock in my throat. He had a smart phone in his hand. My phone. It pointed it towards my face then slowly panned back towards my ass and the man who was working his way deeper inside. He was recording the moment on my phone. He waved my phone. "I'm recording this for you so you can watch later. You don't know how hot this looks." The cock in my hole was pushing deeper. And deeper. He wasn’t as big as Mario. But he was a good size. Damn. It felt so good to get fucked. It had been so long. I needed it. “You like that, don’t you?” Mario asked above me. “You like that cock pounding your hole.” I moaned agreement. “Yeah. Just relax and enjoy the ride.” Mario encouraged me. And I did. I arched my back as much as I could with Mario’s dick in my mouth. I raised my ass to meet the cock pounding my hole. The stranger’s hands were gripping my hips now. His thrusts where hard and erratic. Frenzied. He was grunting. The stranger slammed in balls deep. And froze. A deep guttural growl escaping from somewhere within him. His shaft flexed inside me. He was shooting his load. Inside me. Oh fuck. This stranger, someone I couldn’t even see, had just cum inside me. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights. But my heart was pounding. What had I done? What was I doing? The stranger pulled out of my hole. Pulling a trail of warm cum. Which oozed down the back of my balls. “Thanks for the fuck, boy. Hope you like my little gift.” I wanted to turn around and look at him but Mario was thrusting into my throat again. He was clearly really turned on. So… was it time? Was he going to fuck me now? But he didn’t pull out of my mouth. And another pair of hands gripped my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. Another cock touched my hole. And pushed in, balls deep, in one thrust. This cock wasn’t quite as thick as the last but was longer, reaching deeper inside. The body behind me felt different as well. Not as solid. I could hear his flesh slapping against mine. And then he raised up on top of me. I felt a big belly press against the small of my back. Shit. Some fat guy was fucking me. But I was in no position to move away. Pinned between this new man’s body and Mario’s cock in my throat. And, yes, it felt good. His cock felt good inside me. Fuck it felt good. The fat guy was pulling all the way out then thrusting back in to the root. All the way out. Back in. Each time he pulled out of my hole pulsed. Like it was begging the cock to get back in. The last guy’s cum had really slicked up my hole and was dripping out each time the fat man’s cock pulled outside my asslips. The fat man pulled himself further onto my body. Resting his weight on my back. Mario stepped back, pulling his cock out of my mouth, and allowed my head and shoulders to sink to the floor under the fat man’s weight. My ass stayed raised though. Letting him pound me. I wanted this fuck. I was lost in the sensations that these men had awakened in me. “I’m going to cum.” The fat man said. “You want it. Don’t you.” “Yes.” I whispered. Ashamed. Ashamed of the desire burning inside me. Ashamed that I liked his cock, the feeling of him fucking me. “Louder.” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” His face came into view as he slid all the way onto my back. The beer belly guy from the video room. Someone I would never have let fuck me. But in the moment, lost in my lust, I didn't tell him no. “Yes. Cum in me. Please. Please cum in me.” “Good boy.” The fat man moaned in my ear. “Since you asked so nicely, here is comes. You're always going to have a little part of me inside you. As long as you live.” He didn’t stop thrusting. But I felt his shaft expand inside me. His flabby arms held me tight. And his cum joined the load from the first man. When he pulled out and stepped away, I didn’t even try to move. I stayed in position. Back arched. Head and shoulders flat to the floor. Ass in the air. An open invitation. And the invitation was accepted. A cock slid between my asscheeks. A big cock. Very big. Sliding up and down the gooey mess that seeped from my ass. Without pushing in. “How many loads does he have?” The third man asked. “You are going to be the third.” “Nice.” The third man pushed a finger into my hole. “Look at me, bitch.” I turned around and looked over my shoulder. The gaunt man from the video room -- somehow I had known it would be him. His cheeks and eyes sunken. His body may have been toned once, you could kind of tell, but now the flesh just sagged. And he had a tattoo. On his groin. Just above his cock. A biohazard. I knew what that meant, of course. “You… you’ve got HIV?” “No, bitch. I’ve got AIDS. And I want to give it to you. I want to fill you up with my toxic cum.And I want you to beg for it. Beg for my big cock. Beg for my toxic cum.” “I… I don’t want… I mean, I’m negative.” “Are you sure? You’ve got two loads in your ass already. Maybe you were negative when you came in here tonight… but how do you know you still are?” I couldn’t breathe. I was terrified. And yet. I was turned on. So turned on. By the thrill. By the risk. By the big dick teasing my ass. I could tell he was big. Bigger than any cock that had ever been in me. Ten inches or more. Thick as a beer bottle. Mario crouched next to me. His hand touched mine comfortingly. His cock just far enough away that I couldn’t reach it. “Your ass looks so hot with a cock in it, babe. So beautiful. And his cock is so big. I want to see him stretching you open. Will you do it for me? Will you let him fuck you?” The big dick was still sliding up and down in the cummy mess of my hole. My sphincter was spasming. My body wanted to feel that cock so much. I looked in Mario’s eyes. His beautiful eyes. I could get lost in those eyes. I nodded to Mario. Yes. He smiled. A gorgeous smile that made my whole body shiver with anticipation. I looked back over my shoulder. To the gaunt man who stood behind me. “Please.” My whole body was trembling. “Please fuck me. I’ve never had a cock that big inside me.” “Are you sure? I’m not going to be gentle. I’m going to fuck that hole without mercy. I’m gonna tear you up.” “I want it. I want to feel that big dick in me.” “And there won’t be any pulling out. I’m going to fuck you until I cum in you. I’ve got AIDS. No meds. There is a good chance you will have AIDS soon as well.” “I want your cock. I want your cum. I need it.” “Look at you, you little slut, begging for AIDS cock.” The gaunt man sneered down at me. “I’m going to breed your hole. Make you a proper cumdump.” “Do it… do it, please.” He pushed forward. I thought my hole was open. Ready. But he was big. Thick. Bigger than any cock that had even been inside me. And by a wide margin. He wasn’t even in yet and already I was sweating. The pressure as he pushed his cock against my already battered sphincter was quickly becoming painful. But, as promised, he was merciless. Insistent. My hole began stretching. Slowly. But stretching nonetheless. Opening wide as it could for him. But it wasn’t wide enough. My ass felt like it was being torn apart. Pain ripped through ever inch of my body. My face red. I tried to crawl away. Not to stop him. Just a quick respite from his onslaught. His hand slapped my ass. Hard. “Get your ass back here you fucking little whore.” “Your too big. I can’t take it.” “You can.” The gaunt man laughed. “You will.” And the head of his cock breached my hole. I wanted to cry out. But couldn’t catch my breath. Tears dripped down my cheeks. He didn’t stop his inexorable invasion. Pushing deeper. Never really pausing. Never really pulling back to thrust. Just a glacially slow, seemingly endless, violation. And yet some part of me didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to know what a monster cock really feels like. And every millimetre he drove himself deeper inside me was a victory for me. I could take it. My own cock was shrivelled up. But that didn’t matter. This was about his cock, not mine. “You’re doing really good.” Mario said. But he wasn’t really looking at me. He had a phone in each hand now. Mine and his I assumed. Filming the cock opening my hole. Occasionally returning to my face to capture my expression. I don’t know how long it took. I really don’t. But I realised I could feel the gaunt man’s pubes scratching my ass. I could feel his heavy balls resting on my ass. He was in. He was all the way in. He pulled out. Then lined his dick back up. And breached me again. Still slow. But faster than the first time. Then all the way out. And then back in balls deep. Each time faster that the one before. The sensations raced through my body like a shock. Like lightning. Pain. Pleasure. The words were no longer distinguishable for me. “See, boy?” The gaunt man laughed again. “Told you you would take it. And you’re never going to be that tight again. Good thing you like big dicks. No normal dick is ever going to satisfy you again.” And i knew he was right. There was no way my ass could ever recover for this. He kept picking up the pace. Really fucking me now. “It’s time, cunt.” “Give. It. To. Me. Please.” I groaned as his hips pounded into me. “Here is comes. Ruining your ass forever.” I couldn’t feel him cum. My ass was too stretched, too inflamed, for that kind of sensation. But I knew. Somehow I knew he was filling my guts at that moment. Defiling me. His breathing gradually slowed. "Welcome to the brotherhood, cum dump." He didn’t pull out. He pushed me forward. Off his dick. I fell forward and sprawled on the floor at Mario’s feet. Mario’s hand was a flurry of motion on his cock His cock was rock hard. Dripping precum. He was getting close. I reached up and tried to pull him closer. But he slapped my hand away. “Please.” I begged. “I want you to fuck me next.” He looked at me as if I had two heads on my shoulders. “You? You want me to fuck you?” “Please. I’m doing all this for you.” He shook his head. “Sorry, I don’t fuck bathhouse sluts like you. I just like to watch.” And then his cum exploded. Covering the floor in front of my face. Wasted on the floor when I wanted it more than anything. My mouth dropped open. “But…” Mario stepped up to me. Cum was still dripping from his dick to the floor. He tossed me my phone. “You’ve just been fucked by three different guys. Old guys. Fat guys. You can see it all in the video. I can tell you all three were positive or have AIDS. And who knows what other diseases they have given you.” “But I only did it because you asked me to.” I whined. “Yeah? And I promised that you were going to really be fucked tonight. And now you are. Fucked for life. But look on the bright side. Now that you know what kind of pervert you are, you can be a bit nicer to the old guys here, huh? Yeah. I saw that earlier. You were rude to these guys. They’re just here for the same thing you are. To get some cock. Or some ass. They aren’t here to get treated like crap by guys like you. Well. Like the guy you used to be, right? Because that guy is gone. Corrupted. Remade. Into a POZ pussyboy who will open his ass to anyone for a bit of cum.” He smiled down at me. It was not a friendly smile. But it was still beautiful on him. “So, no. I won’t be fucking you. But tell you what. You can eat my cum off the floor.” I just stared up at him. “You heard me. Clean it up.” He was right. Whoever I had been when I walked in the door was gone. I lowered my head to the floor and my tongue began scooping up the drops of his cum. I wondered how many loads had been shot on this bathhouse floor. How long since it had really been cleaned. And that just made me lick the floor more eagerly. “Yeah.” Mario said. “I thought so.” He turned to the gaunt man. “See you next weekend, Barry.” And then my Italian stud was gone. I was still licking the cum off the floor when the next man moved behind me. His dick pushed into my gaping hole easily. No resistance. I glanced back at the man who had slipped into my ass. He had to be in his sixties at least: old, wrinkled, bald. And there was a line of men waiting. Old men. Fat men. Diseased men. “Damn, Barry, his ass is loose.” The old man called to the gaunt man who was still in the room, watching me. “You really broke this one in.” He was right. i could barely feel his dick sliding in and out of my wrecked hole. He ended up pulling out and jacking himself off over my hole. When he was ready, he slipped the tip back inside me and shot his load. He pulled out and wrapped his towel around his waist. Then something landed next to my head. I picked it up. A $5 bill. “That’s about what your gaping ass is worth now, whore.” The old man said. “And I’m being generous.” And another man took his place. —- Epilogue: That’s how it all started. A few months ago. Just got back from the doctor’s office. Had the “flu” about a month after that night in the bathhouse. So I knew what to expect. But still took me awhile to get the courage to go. So, yeah, I’m positive. Picked up a few other STD’s as well. The doctor asked me who my sexual partners had been. I lied and said I had hooked up with someone when I was out of town and was careless. No names I could give him for previous sexual partners. He didn't believe me but didn't push it either. My life has indeed changed. For the better? For the worse? Who the hell cares. I'm having a blast. I’ve been going back to the bathhouse at least 2 or 3 nights a week. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been fucked there now. I like hanging out in that dark maze. Not able to see who is breeding me. Just taking load after load. When I'm lucky, though, I see Barry and he pummels my ass. I can take his cock so much easier now. He says he wants to make sure his toxic seed takes. And then he will own my ass. I can't wait to tell him he does. I see Mario a lot as well. He always gives me a smile, especially when he sees me with my ass in the air taking any load. He’s never let me suck him again and never fucked me. I guess I understand. But there’s always hope, right? - END -

Had been chatting with a guy on Adam, who when he first messaged me said, "Damn! You're just my type. I want to have you suck me then I'm gonna fuck you hard like the puta that you are." Well that made my hole quiver. Finally today he came over and Damn! He turned out to be a good looking guy with a big cock, around 8 inches, and a dirty talker. Kept calling me "whore," and "Puta," and "bitch." My kinda man! After deep throating his cock he got rock hard. I said, "Fuck my culo with that big cock." He switched to talking dirty in Spanish. He got out of bed and stood at one end and said, "Bring that culo over here!" I got on all fours, with my ass in the air and he slammed all 8 inches deep in my puss. Damn, can this guy fuck! He shot deep in me and was so excited he wanted to shoot again. So he used his cum as lube and fucked me deep again and shot his second load. My hole is nice and warm and moist. Hopefully we'll get the chance to do it again.

My core workout with a trainer is at 11 Tuesdays and Thursdays. I pay good money for it. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays are cardio mornings. I get ride on those days. I paid fairly good money for a year-long pass. What keeps me motivated is preventing a stroke or heart attack. Plus, I'm seeing results.

Would love to read more of this story

I was at Crew Club Saturday night and Sunday after noon. On Sunday I opened the door a dput on a blindfold positioning my ass so guys could walk in and fuck me anon. First guy in I told him to leave the door open. He fucked me good and I could tell a crowd had gathered. He bred me and pulled out. Within seconds a second dick went in and fucked me until he bred me. Then a third went in and not sure if he bred me or not. But at least 2 loads and 8 total dicks.

Taking a fist is an acquired skill that requires conditioning over time if you want to do it successfully and avoid injury. Remember that the human anus is not designed to easily pass objects of large diameter like a fist or foream. It requires time and patience - from both the Top and the bottom - to arrive at a level of successful physical tolerance. Impatience and force will result in pain and possible damage that may require surgery to repair. I can attest to this - a Top once was a bit too eager to shove a large metal plug up my ass, and I had an anal fissure - and later the surgery - to show for it. I have myself fisted only one man (at his insistence), with great caution, and only because he had been working his ring for months to prepare for it, and my hands aren’t huge. I still haven’t personally taken a fist. The closest I’ve ever come was at November CumUnion when a Top and his partner worked my ass slowly and methodically for nearly an hour. Then he said, “If I had another hour, we’d be in.” He gave me his card and told me to contact him the next time I’m in Indy and we’ll take all the time we need. He was the first Top to ever demonstrate the patience I would have to see to let someone put his hand inside me. I’ll probably take him up on it, because I was on Cloud Fucking Nine while he was doing it, and only with a few whiffs of poppers. Which brings me to the second part: Doing it whilst high as a kite on T and your blood pressure in the basement from “plenty” of poppers is a Terrible idea (see what I did there? ? ) You need to be alert enough and attuned enough to your body to know when to pause and when to stop. Your Top can’t feel what you’ve feeling, and may try to push on through before your body’s ready. Some poppers may be useful in relaxing your soft muscle tissue, but use only what you need. Is he going to be able to insert up to his elbow on your first fisting? That depends - are you going to be unconscious? Are you impervious to pain? Will you mind wearing a colostomy bag, and does your health insurance cover stupidity? If you can’t answer all of these questions affirmatively, then No. Go easy.

If he grabs my head and starts fucking my throat, my hands go behind my back in total submission. My throat is there for his use and pleasure.

As I think about it, I cannot remember a single time that a man has gone to the trouble of starting up “mood music” prior to using me. Maybe I just don’t attract romantic - or for that matter musical - Tops. Music doesn’t do a thing for me during sex. I can say, though, that a choice of music can be dicey - earlier this year at the bathhouse I was being very ably penetrated when the house speakers began playing “Muskrat Love” by The Captain & Tenniel. The combination did not conjure a sense of “fucking like weasels”.

So not this weekend but the previous Sunday I was feeling slutty again. I decided I would go to the sex party first and then the adult store if I needed more. I came in just as it was starting and no action was happening yet. A few guys came in and got naked so I followed suit and went to the bedroom where the fun happens. An older guy started feeling me up and another guy came up with a nice long and curved cock. I got on my knees to start sucking on him and the other guy when cocks started to surround me, haha. I started alternating between sucking at least 6 cocks. Doing my best taking them to the hilt and gagging on them. I was sucking for a while until my mouth got tired. Stopped for a little bit and sucked again. Got up and was led to the bed.I laid face down ass up. The older guy got behind, put on a condom (?) and lubed up. He had an average size cock with girth. He fucks me for a little bit. Warms my hole up and pulls out. He had a younger college age friend who had a nice long and curved cock but not too thick. He also rubbers ? up and starts fucking me. It's feeling good and the curve is really hitting a few spots. I feel like I have to piss because of the fucking. He pulls out because he's not trying to cum yet. I go the bathroom to pee and check my hole. I see a little red on the toilet paper but not bad. I go back in the room and he fucks me two more times but doesn't cum, said he was close a few times though, haha. I'm sitting up on the bed and stocky football player build of a guy comes near. I start sucking and he has a nice bbc. I'm honestly a little worried because I have not stretched out much. He rubbers up ? (I'm frustrated because last time I was being raw fucked here) and I turn around and lay face down. He lubes up and pushes in, it stings and hurts, I'm trying get him to slow down and ease it in but he is not wanting to go slow, haha. I'm moaning like a bitch in heat. He is fucking me hard and gyrating his hips while in me. He has get on my side for a bit and then on my back with my legs up by his head. He is deep dicking me hard and tells me to take it like a man. After a bit he pulls out and I need a break, so I go to the bathroom and check my hole again. This time more red, he wrecked my hole a bit. My hole is feeling sore but I came to get loads pumped in me. Not just fucked. I dress up and decide to go to the same adult store (All Things Adult in Austin) I change my grindr tagline once there. I go to the same booth I was in last time, put some tokens and cash in the machine, undress and bend over with my ass towards the entrance. Within a few minutes a guy comes in and feels me up. I give him some lube and he pushes his cock in me. He fucks me for a while, pulling out and pushing back all the way in after a few moments he asks if I want his load so I beg for him to pump it deep in me. He cums and stays for a bit before pulling out. I thank him for the load and he slaps my ass and heads out. Finally I have some cum in my cunt. Another guy came in not long after. He asks me how many guys have fucked me and I tell him. He rubbers up (ugh) and fucks me until I feel him cum in the condom. I thank him and he leaves. A bit of time goes by so I'm just switching through the porn channels. I hear the door open and assume my position again. A guy gets behind me starts feeling my hole and then bends to start eating me out. I'm loving it and moaning. It has been a long time since someone has rimmed me. After doing it for a while he gets up and eases into me. His cock is not too long but it's thick. He fucks me for a while gripping my hips while thrusting in me. After a little while he says he is going to cum and pushes all the way in until spent. He leaves and a guy from grindr tells me he is close by. He enters the booth and starts feeling me. He lubes me up and pushes his cock in me, it's the biggest of the night. He is owning my ass hard with deep and rough strokes. He pulls me close so I'm being fucked while standing. It slips out and I bend over again. My hole is wet from the lube and cum, his fucking is making noise from my hole. He pulls out and adds more lube But it burns this time where he fucks me. I'm trying to take his assault but it hurts. He has me get on my back and starts pile driving into me. He is deep dicking me hard and I'm feeling it deep in my guts. Finally he cums in my sore cunt and he zips up and leaves. I'm laying there spent. I stay in the booth a little longer, until my time runs out but no one else stops by. I get dressed, go the the bathroom to clean off the lube and wash my hands and head home. My hole feels pretty worn out and wrecked but that is exactly how a bottom slut should feel. The sex felt good but I was bummed by the use of condoms and lack of loads pumped in me.

please work on shrinking the size of the pics. I wanna see!!!

This is very much on trial phases at the moment and it's just not available. We still don't know if it works or how well it does. If it ever gets approved expect it to be absurdly expensive, but it will likely be covered by insurance in the USA. I personally don't have any problem with the daily pill but I can see how it could be a boon for those who have problem adhering.

Well guys, I've been keeping my pig self "in heat" lately - can't even tell you the last time I came. That's become unimportant; what is important is listening to 'the voice' and fulfilling my purpose of taking cocks, servicing cocks, and being bred. Yesterday I had posted 'for now' on BBRT. Received the usual number of hits, messages, most of which wash out because it ends up they party, or they're not available at the time, whatever. But then one guy messaged me and simply said "Present your ass to me". Whut? I was fucking hooked already. Cutting through the usual B.S. we texted and arranged for him to come over in 20 minutes. I was ready, left apartment door unlocked, was laying on the bed naked with some bareback porn playing on the tv. When I heard the front door open and close that trepidation and anticipation kicked in. Was he bringing guys to rob me? What had I done? I hadn't even seen his face. Just played more on that he was available and he was Dom. When he walked in the room he was dressed in a perfect 3-piece suit with an attache case. Who shows up to fuck like that? As he undressed we chatted a bit. And then... when he was naked... standing at the end of my bed was a god. Holy shit, was I having a dream or was this for real. Absolutely flawlessly beautiful man - great looks, perfect body, hairy chest, and huge cock. So much so that I immediately feared I wouldn't be able to take it, wouldn't be able to be mounted, but given how magnificent everything was I said that I would die trying. Turns out he understood my fears and totally gentled and calmed this pig down - kept working my tits, roaming my body, bringing all the lust, desire and hunger in me boiling to the top. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and presented to him on all fours. I had collared myself beforehand so figured I should present in doggie position. As I poppered up he gently began pressing the tip at my hole, silently asking for permission to enter but also firmly making it know that he would. I was doubly hooked now and knew that I had to have that glorious cock of Priapus deep inside me. We took our time doing the dance of mounting and mating manimal style, and then, all of a sudden he was beautifully balls deep in me. We locked, knotted and just held together for a minute. And then he started to fuck me. He had asked if I liked to be video'd - "yes!" - so was recording. He continued his constant fucking and the girth and length of that cock touched every point in my body and soul. This pig was truly in hog-heaven. Oink! He'd already told me up front that he didn't have a lot of time, so after about 15 minutes of the most wonderful use of my hole ever, I felt him begin to swell further, pick up the speed of his fucking, start to lay down more on my back and then finally it happened. I knew I was about to fulfill my DNA destiny and yes, he began to breed me, and kept on breeding and seeding long and deep. My ass was serving as the Chalice for the Sacred Seed of Priapus and I was in ecstasy. Oink! After I'd been bred he stayed fully hard and inside me for about 10 minutes, both of us holding on to each other. I'm not sure I've ever had such a hot, sexy, yet beautiful fucking and use in my life before, and I've had many. Anyway, I'm sure I've bored you enough. He's partnered, but "wanders". I don't often hook up with repeat fucks - guess I'm always looking for new, different ones which makes me a pig. But this one I know I'll see again, we've discussed it, and it will happen. I've posted a short vid on Xtube, link below. The next time I'd love to have a third to video us since that's always the best. And if the cameraman wants my hole, well, that's what it's there for. Oink! Thanks guys for reading and if you like this story please "Like" it and "Upvote" me. OINK!! https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/the-best-fuck-and-breeding-ever-38179211

My a4a profile makes it clear I only like bareback, and am into doing some 'extreme' stuff by normal standards. Thus far my stupidest interaction has been a guy who hit me up, and after about 2 hours of us chatting, the first moment I mentioned having previous partners the guy said i was too used up at 25 for him. Like, my profile openly says i like anon sex and group sex, did you expect the purist maiden in all the realm? Aside from that, I mostly get the idiots that dont understandn I work mids 6 days a week can't hookup reliably but one day a week, yet hit me up 6 times a night asking if I'm available

i love it to hurt

If people would like I could keep posting here each time I fully cumdump it up again.

Part 5 It was the mid nineties and after many years of practising safe sex, I had started fucking without condoms. I had started off only fucking without condoms now and then, mostly as a top, and then progressed to occasionally letting guys fuck me without a condom. Now I was taking it up the arse without a condom more and more often and letting guys cum in me. It seemed the riskier the sex, the more I was turned on by it. I had started initiating sex without a condom and was surprised by how many guys were up for it. One Friday evening in the early summer I was going into central London to meet my older brother and his wife who were down from Scotland for a Christian convention. I was not at all close to this brother - he had never accepted the fact that I was gay and, added to that, my sister in law seemed to pride herself on being the most judgemental person in Scotland, if not the whole of the UK - so I was not really looking forward to meeting up with them. I went into town a bit early and decided to check out the toilets at Marble Arch which at that time were notoriously active. I was soon at the back of the toilets where all the action took place and quite a few fit guys were cruising outside the cubicles which were all occupied. I cruised a black guy who seemed to be interested in me and a short time later a cubicle opened and two guys came out. I went into the cubicle and motioned to the black guy to follow me. He did and soon I was sitting on the toilet sucking his cock. I sucked him for a while and then I asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He nodded and I stood up, pulled my trousers and pants down and handed him some lube. I bent over and he lubed up my hole. I reached round and pulled the black guy's cock towards my arse but he pulled back and then I heard him opening a packet and turned round to find him rolling a condom on to his cock. "You can fuck me without a condom if you want," I said but he shook his head and continued rolling the condom over his cock. I had noticed the wedding ring on his finger when I was sucking him off so I suppose I wasn't really surprised that he wanted to play safe. I bent over the toilet and he pushed his cock slowly up my arse and then began to fuck me. I looked up and saw that we were being watched by a fit looking ginger guy in a smart shirt and tie - he was exactly my type and I grinned up at him as the black guy continued to fuck me. I wasn't really enjoying the fuck though so after a while I took hold of his cock and pulled it out of my arse. I took the condom off and began to suck him again, intending to let him cum in my mouth and then try my luck with the ginger guy. After I had sucked him for a while, however, he pulled me up and motioned to me to turn round. I turned round and bent over the toilet again and almost immediately I felt the head of his cock pushing against my hole - this time with no condom. I pushed back and his cock slid up my arse. He began to fuck me again and this time I enjoyed it much more.. I looked up at the ginger guy and I could see that he was obviously enjoying the show too. The black guy was fucking me harder now and I could tell he was getting close. He started fucking me even harder and then he pushed his cock right up my arse and held it there and I knew I was getting his load right up my unprotected arse. He finished cumming and pulled out. "Thanks mate," he said. He stuffed his cock back into his pants and disappeared out the cubicle, leaving me with my pants down and cum dripping out of my arse. I looked up at the ginger guy but he had disappeared. There was a tap on the cubicle door and seconds later the ginger guy was in the cubicle with me. I sat down on the toilet again and unzipped his smart trousers, pulling them down to his knees along with his pants and soon his cock was in my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then he pulled his cock out my mouth "I'm really close," he said. Without a word I stood up, turned round, and bent over the toilet. I felt his hands on my arse, pulling my cheeks apart and then his bare cock pushed up my arse and he began to fuck me. He pumped me full of cum after only about ten or twelve thrusts and when he pulled out I took his cock back into my mouth and licked it clean. Then I began to wank as ginger guy fingered my spunky hole and before too long I shot my load down the wall of the cubicle. I felt a bit more relaxed now and set off to meet my brother and sister in law. We had dinner in a nice restaurant but the conversation was hard work - we really just had nothing in common and not much to say to each other. I could feel that my arse was nicely loaded and knew that they would both shit a brick if they knew that shortly before meeting them I had let two total strangers fuck me without a condom in a public toilet. I thought back to the previous summer when I had been back home visiting family. My brother and sister in law had hosted an afternoon party in the garden at their house and I had got chatting to one of my brother's friends. John was quite a big, stock guy from Northern Ireland. Like my brother, he was a lay preacher and they had become friends at a Christian retreat some years before. John was married with two young children but his wife and kids were not with him on this trip. I got on well with John and actually quite liked him but I was a bit suspicious when he asked me if I fancied taking a walk with him. It would not be the first time my brother had asked one of his friends to talk to me about my "lifestyle". We walked along the river at the back of my brother's house beside some woods and, sure enough, John began to ask me about my life. I made it clear that I wasn't interested in discussing it but he grinned and said he wasn't going to give me a lecture. "Are you happy?" he asked. I told him I was perfectly happy. "Are you having fun?" he asked and I nodded. He grinned and then looked more serious. "And are you playing safe?" I said of course I was, but he had noticed the moment's hesitation. "Are you sure about that? he said. I had noticed the growing bulge at the front of his trousers by now so I told him that I didn't always play safe and then added that I sometimes let guys fuck me without a condom. Minutes later we were deep in the woods and I was down sucking his cock. He had a nice thick cock and I enjoyed every minute of sucking it. I could tell he was enjoying it too and I assumed he was going to let me suck him until he blew his load in my mouth but after a while he pulled his cock out of my mouth and I stood up. He pulled me towards him and kissed me hard on the mouth. "Would you let me fuck you?" he whispered in my ear. I nodded. "Would you let me fuck you without a condom?" I nodded again and before long I was bent over leaning against a tree as John fucked me from behind. He was quite vocal, telling me how good it felt to fuck me up the arse and how I was a dirty cunt doing it without a condom. He told me he was getting close and was going to shoot his cum right up my fucking arse. I told him to go for it and soon he was pumping me full of cum. He pulled out and I turned round. He kissed me again and then to my surprise he said "My turn now" and turned round and bent over. I've always liked big guys and John had a really fit big arse. I got down on my knees, pulled his cheeks apart and and pushed my tongue up him. He moaned and pushed his arse back into my face as I began to lick him. He called me a dirty cunt again and then told me to fuck him. I lubed up my cock, pushed it up his arse and began to fuck him. He was moaning for me to fuck him harder and use him like a dirty cunt and it was not too long before I was close to cumming. I told him to get ready - and told him he was going to get my cum in his arse because I wasn't wearing a condom. This seemed to turn him on even more and seconds later I shot a massive load right up John's arse. As we walked back along the river we talked. John told me my brother had asked him to talk to me because he was worried about me. He knew I was having sex with men and was not convinced that I was taking care of myself and playing safe (he's always been very perceptive, my brother), so he had asked John to speak to me because he knew I wouldn't listen to him. John and I agreed that he would say I had listened to him and promised to take what he said on board. My experience with John was one of the most unexpected I had and I enjoyed every minute of it. As I sat in the restaurant, my arse loaded with cum once again, and thought back to that experience I knew my brother was only trying to look out for me in his own way and I knew he meant well. My next experience with a straight guy happened later that summer when I went away for a week in the country with some gay friends. We had rented a luxury chalet in the South West of England and I was looking forward to having a break. It was a nice place and relatively quiet. The chalets were quite far apart and, although there was a family with two young children and a dog in the chalet next to ours, it didn't bother us. There was six of us - two couples, me and a young single guy called Alex, who was 21 and a friend of one of the couples. He was very sporty and in training for a marathon so went running twice a day. A few days into the holiday the others were going on some sort of adventure course and, though it sounded like it might be fun, I decided to pass and have a quiet afternoon to myself. When they had left, I settled down in the sunshine outside our chalet with a book and a drink. As I sat there, a car drew up at the chalet next door and the couple came out with their two kids. The woman and the children got into the car and it drove off. When the car had disappeared, the guy came and started chatting to me. Matt looked to be about the same age as me, quite stocky and dark haired. We chatted for a while and he asked if I was enjoying a quiet afternoon like him. He asked if we were three couples and I said no, just two couples and me and Alex were single. He said he had seen Alex jogging when he walked the dog in the morning and added that he thought Alex was a good looking young lad. He noticed I was surprised by this and started telling me that he had some experience with guys too. He said it had stated when he was at university. He had had a girlfriend who loved to suck his cock and lick his arse but when they split up he couldn't find anyone else who was willing to do that for him. Then one day he been chatting about it to a gay lad at work and the lad had said he would be up for it. That night Matt had visited the guy at home and he had sucked Matt's cock and licked his arse - better, Matt said, than any woman could ever do. Ever since then he had enjoyed letting guys suck and rim him. I knew he must be telling me this for a reason and sure enough he asked me if I liked to suck cock. I said I loved it and soon we were in my room and Matt was pulling off his trousers and pants. The first thing I noticed about Matt was how hairy he was - the second thing was the size of his cock - it was fucking massive. I went down on him and began to suck his cock and he sighed, pushing his cock into my mouth as I sucked him. "Lick my balls," he moaned and I went down and started licking his big, hairy balls and then I sucked him a little more before motioning to him to turn over. He rolled over and knelt up on the bed. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue up his arse. His arse was really hairy too and his hole was probably one of the hairiest I have ever licked. Soon I was sucking his cock again when out of the blue he asked "Do you like to get fucked?" I said I did and asked if he liked to fuck. He said he did, then hesitated and added "But I don't really like to use condoms and a lot of guys won't do it without one." I didn't say anything. I sucked him for a bit longer and then I reached into the side pocket of my holdall and took out a sachet of lube. I lubed my arse with it and then climbed on top of him. His cock seemed even harder now as I took hold of it and positioned it against my arsehole as I slowly but surely pushed down, letting his massive cock slide slowly but surely up my arse. He groaned as I began to move up and down - slowly at first until I got used to his massive cock in my arse - and then I began to ride him. I had not had anything this big up my arse for a long time and I enjoyed every minute of it. I rode him for a while and then when he was getting close he told me to kneel up on the bed so he could fuck me from behind. Being fucked from behind by that massive cock felt even better and it wasn't long before Matt was shooting what felt like a massive load up my arse. When he pulled out I could feel the cum running down my legs. When the others came back I was reading my book and Matt was back in his chalet watching the football - with no one any the wiser about what we had done earlier. I hoped I might get a chance to take Matt's cock up my arse again and I thought I might get my chance a couple of days later when I saw Matt early one morning a couple of days later leaving his chalet without his dog and walking off towards the woods. I followed at a discreet distance, and after a while he branched off and went deeper into the woods. I thought I saw someone else up ahead so I hung back for a moment. A little later I caught sight of Matt again but now he had someone with him - it was Alex. They disappeared behind some bushes and I waited for a while before making my way quietly around the other side. I found a spot where I couldn't be seen and looked through the bushes. I was not surprised to see Alex down on his knees sucking Matt's cock. I watched as Alex sucked him for a while and then heard Matt say something. Alex stood up, pulled his shorts and pants down and bent over against a tree as Matt moved in behind him. I watched as Alex pulled his cheeks apart and Matt guided his big cock up Alex's arse. Alex must already have been lubed to be able to take that massive cock up his slim young arse and I knew this couldn't be the first time they had met like this. I had my cock out now and began to wank as I watched the horny scene before me. I had a perfect view of Matt's hairy arse as he fucked Alex hard up the arse and the fact that he wasn't wearing a condom to fuck the young lad made the whole thing even hornier. I could tell Matt was getting close and soon he began to moan that he was cumming and he thrust hard up Alex's arse and held his cock still just as he had done with me and I knew that Matt was shooting a load of cum into Alex's arse. I watched for a little longer as Matt pulled out and I saw some cum sliding out of Alex's arse as he bent down to pull his pants up. It was all very horny and once again I was surprised by how many guys, including straight guys, seemed willing to fuck without condoms, despite the safe sex message being so prominent. Not long after this I met the guy who was to become my long term partner and moved in with him. I did not have sex with anyone else for a number of years and when I did start occasionally cheating on him it was always with condoms. Then one afternoon I let a guy fuck me bareback in the toilets of a cafe in Berlin and cum in my arse. I resolved not to let anyone bareback me again and that resolve lasted for some time. Then I got chatting to a straight guy at a colleague's wedding.... Part 6 to follow

50+ yrz olds guys on chat line, who are only looking for guys under 20 because "guys older than 20 are gross"

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

DaddysHand, we missed your poisonous, pus-smeared input for a while. Nice to have you back ramming your toxins into us.

PART 13 Tom broke off the kiss and looked down at me. “You sexy little stud. I am so lucky you walked by my door. I am gonna keep that little boyhole so happy. And so full,” he whispered. I just nodded up at him. He grabbed me a little rougher than normal and flipped me over grunting “I want to see my cock going in and out of my boy's hole.” He was stroking his already hard cock. Instinctively, I arched my back and went ass up and head down, completely offering my already fucked and cum slick cunt up to him. My legs were spread and my hole was totally exposed, as he started sliding his cock up and down my crack, teasing me. Then he gripped the base of his massive cock and began running tiny circles over my rosebud with his cockhead. It was driving me crazy and i was bucking back to try to get it inside me. Finally, so hungry and teased I couldn’t take it, emotion took over and I practically cried out for it, “Please fuck me!” And with that I felt the pressure increase and my hole began to open up and accept Tom’s beautiful penis. He went slow but steady, and it was a little hard to take but the cum he had already shot into me slickened it up. The fullness increased and I fell into ecstasy again. He was going slow but fucking me with deeper and longer strokes. It felt incredible and I pushed out my hole to try to get even More of him inside me. “My cock looks so fucking hot going in and out if you Chris. Your tight little boy butt. It’s like magic just pulling the cum out of me. I can’t help it. You are gonna make me shoot again. Is that what you want?” he asked in that whisper-moan of his that drove me crazy. “I want it! I want it please!”, I practically yelled. The strokes were longer even, all the way until the point where his head alone was wrapped around my ring and then all the way in balls deep, slowly and steadily. “You want to take another poz load, sexy boy? Is that it? You need that special cum inside your hole, don’t you? Don't you? Deep in your little boy hole,” he grunted. And I lost it. The lust overpowered me and I found myself answering him, “Fuck yes I need it. I fucking need it in me. Cum in me. Cum in me. Cum in me.” Who knows how many times I repeated the last part. He sped up and he was driving deep. It hurt but I didn’t care. The sharp pain of his cock stabbing my guts almost made it feel even better. And then he drove extra deep and his HIV positive sperm erupted into my eager and begging hole. And I had begged. He had asked me and I had begged him to do it. And I wanted it. At that moment all that mattered was that I was his bottom and he had just shared his sperm with me. Given me his seed. He collapsed on top of me. “Please stay in me," I whimpered. “My baby boy already addicted to man cum in his hungry little boy hole. My sexy baby boy,” as I felt him throb inside me as he tried to milk every drop of cum into me that he could. And my mind flashed quickly HIV load number four now. But instead of fear, I was thinking of load number five, which I knew I would need. And need soon. The hunger was just growing. The need to get fucked. And to be bred.

Love getting sucked with guys watching. Was a real buzz at a porn cinema, group of guys stood around watching, wanking their cocks while a slut was on his knees and with my cock deep in his throat. Knowing more eyes or on the real action instead of the porn playing on screen. Leaving slut boy with a face full of cum and all the wankers wanting to taste it while i do up my jeans and leave.

Part Four: A Surprise Visitor ********************************************** We slowly made our way into his bedroom, me still impaled on a not-softening weapon of ass destruction as they say. We reached the bed, which was a little lower than most, and we gradually climbed onto it, making our way to the middle. I leaned forward and put my hands down in front of me, assuming an all-fours position. Just doing so pulled me forward ever so slightly, and I felt that now-familiar tug of his head on my inner ring. Fuck. With that pounding and constant bullying open of that sphincter muscle, how was it still tight enough to resist? But it was, and I felt myself scoot back just a bit to ease the pressure. He had other ideas though. "Here boy, slowly turn yourself over and lay on your back." He slid a pillow in front of his knees to help raise my ass once I turned, and slowly I managed to turn myself, lifting my left leg up and over him as I went from face down to upright. And then, I felt myself falling back onto the bed and his pillow as I lost the arm support that had been holding me up. And as I sank down to the bed, my ass pulled away, painfully ripping his head out of my inner chute and leaving it halfway inside that first segment of rectum. I looked up and, from the soft light emerging into the room from the hallway, I saw him for the first time in person. He looked much like his picture but now with the light from outside I noticed that underneath the patch of fur on his chest and, indeed, up and down his arms, were dark blotches. Lesions. They dotted him all over below his neckline, a testament to just how truly sick and virulent this man was--this man who had just impregnated me with seed that would likely treat me just the same. My inner ass was drowning in poison, and I could feel the still-hot liquid slowly sliding further up into me as, with my ass elevated, gravity pulled it along previously untainted tissue. My head fell back against the bed. "Fuuuck. What did I just do?" He chuckled at hearing this. I looked him straight in the eyes as he spoke. "You surrendered yourself to me, and now I am part of you. Inside you." And with that he pushed his half burried shaft into me again, lodging up against the weakening resistance of my inner core. He fell forward, his hands landing on either side of me, his face now above me, and he flexed his cock inside me as I tried to push my head back further into a bed that would resist me as I had not him. He pushed again through my inner ring, lodging even more deeply than before as my eyes shot open and my mouth dropped open to cry out. Yet that cry was quickly muffled by his mouth on mine as I once again felt his ballsack come to rest against me, both globes inside still feeling amply full. His tongue pushed mine aside as he explored my mouth just as enthusiastically as he had my ass just a few moments ago. All the while his uncut meat launched itself into a steady fuck rhythm once again, battering a torn and bruised anal cavity that was susceptible to every disease that coarsed through his veins. His eyes locked on mine as he raised his head, never slowing but gradually increasing the forcefulness of his second assault. "Mmmm boy, yeah, take me. Take everything I have, deep inside you let it become part of you." My voice wavered now, suddenly I realized that while the thought of a poz man turned me on, I hadn't thought completely about what other bugs he might have. "What do you mean, 'take everything'?" "Shhh, I've given you many special gifts, and will soon gift them to you again. Not just my deadly and untreatable AIDS but other beautiful things for your body to enjoy. You will discover them over time, but they are already part of you now." His thrusts continued to increase and the slapping sound of his balls faded slightly as they began to draw up for another release. I looked at him as his eyes rolled up into his head. He practically shouted. "Oh god boy, I'm going to cum in you again, more seed inside you!" His cock once again became a steel pole and with a few more thrusts, he lodged himself deep inside me and froze, his body convulsing and shaking this time as wave after wave of toxic cum shot like bullets into me, gravity sliding them down soft tissue as the burning sensation in me reappeared and seemed to spread. His head flew back in ecstasy. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" He continued to convulse as another 7-8 thick spurts of cum fired into my ass. Apparently he had not cum in quite some time as this load was just as big, if not substantially larger than the first. He collapsed on me, still buried balls-deep, his rigid penis still twitching and pulsing death into me. He was himself also still convulsing slightly, and as my hands found their way up and over him and landed on his back, I felt more lesions there and realized I was again taking his potent seed, another few pulses as liquid dribbled from his piss slit. "Fuuuuuuck." It was all he could say as his frail body lay on top of mine. His head came down to the right of mine. Little flexes of his shaft still felt in every corner of my abused, diseased rectum. He lay there, and I felt his cock finally begin to shrink a bit. I still had his head trapped up inside my second hole, but even it eventually softened enough and I felt it pop back into my main chute as he began to slowly pull himself up and withdraw his cock until just that legendary head remained. He returned himself fully to a squatting position, 2 inches still inside me, and looked at the results of his entrance and subsequent destruction. "Mmmm, only a few specks of blood boy. I thought for sure I had ripped you wide open the way you screamed earlier." I felt the tug of his head as he pulled it back against my asshole. Blood. It was certain then. With everything he said he had, no way would some of it not find its way there. "In a few days you'll probably feel quite sick, but then you will possess the same seed as me. Ready to be spread to whomever you desire. An attractive young buck like yourself will have no trouble finding himself willing holes to seed. Holes I cannot tag looking like this." He pointed to his lesions. He was right. Had I seen them I very well may not have ever turned off the road earlier. But here I was, his hooded head still inside me. I had taken him willingly, my hormonal desires impairing any form of better judgement and now two loads of an untreatable form of AIDS lay deep inside me, being absorb even as my brain pondered the wisdom of my choices. "Would you like a surprise visitor?" As if I any longer had a choice? I knew what awaited me, what was to be my fate. With everything he had hinted at contained in his semen, I would have many, many surprise visitors in the next few months. Visitors that would be hard to get rid of, if at all, and who would all contribute to the deterioration of my body, until I too was frail, lesioned, and searching for a vessel to carry my eventual lethality. I spoke again in my now scratchy voice, words that escaped reason and sanity. "Yes, I can't wait." "Who said anything about waiting?" Wait. Oh god. That wasn't his voice! Where had it come from? We weren't alone??? I looked past him and there, as my eyes focused, silhouetted in the doorway--by the light of the hallway--stood another naked man. We did indeed have a surprise visitor. And my night was clearly not over.

Love a noisy ass. Slurping, farting, whatever. Its like the ass can speak, a vocal slut asking for more. When I hear it, it makes me try harder to use my cock to get even more noise out of it, very horny

very horny as a young lad i had a leather master that was 40 i was naked but for my boots and had to lick his boots drink his piss and take his huge cock.I loved it and did it for 20 years Its the older man thing. I have one now and i made him fill my arse every time with his POZ seed i love huge cocksand as his touched my hole big raw head it was mind blowing

My bf isn't into any kinky stuff lol so i gotta find it elsewhere!

Good story and great commentary afterwards. And the vice v. fantasy comment is so true. As I work my way through the fiction here, if it's not my bag, I just move on. My turn-offs are not viewed by me to be absolute rules to pass judgement on someone else's fantasy. One of the things I enjoy the most about this site is the openness and acceptance. You're doing a great job here!! Wishing everyone peace and plenty of jizz!

I have cheated in every relationship. Love the thrill and excitement. Can't stay monogamous

Part 4 Bobby’s only prior sexual experience was when the older brother of one of his friends seduced him and it was enjoyable for Bobby until he was rolled over on his belly and held down and was told he was going to get fucked. Bobby wanted to be fucked but didn’t want to be forced and as he was penetrated he fought and instead of getting fucked for the first time he was beat up instead. The guy got dressed and spit at Bobby who was then lying on the floor crying and told him he shouldn’t flirt with guys if he didn’t want to put out. This was different. He wanted it and he wanted them to fuck him, breed him, and do whatever they wanted. This was his choice and while he said “Rape me” he knew you can’t rape the willing but he hoped they tried. Josh pushed Bobby into the couch and slapped his ass a few times and told him that if he wanted it rough he was going to get what he wanted and he slammed his cock in all the way and then pulled it out and slammed it in again. Bobby head was flying even higher than before and his boyhole felt so fucking good and he hoped it never would end. After watching for a minute Stan decided to join them but first grabbed Bobby’s dildo off the floor. He walked around the couch and with one hand lifted Bobby’s head and told him that if he really wanted to be raped or even if he just wanted to be the best little boy whore slut bottom he could he needed to learn to always clean a cock that had pleasured his ass and then Stan pushed the dildo a few inches into Bobby’s mouth knowing that with the size of it there was no way he could get much more into that little mouth. Bobby’s brain didn’t sense any smell or any disgust. Actually he didn’t even know what he was doing except that he heard that if he did what Stan wanted he would be really raped or at least be the best little boy whore slut bottom and he knew he wanted that and he pushed his face further into the dildo until half of it was inside his mouth. Josh seeing that Bobby had gone into full slut mode decided he wasn’t holding back anything and using his entire body strength started to pummel his little friend. Stan removed the now clean dildo and shoved his own cock straight into the willing throat and held his head and fucked his face as hard as Josh was pounding his other hole. Josh told Stan that if they were both going to give it to Bobby as hard and as rough as he wanted it they too should take mega hits like him and then fuck him up good. Josh could reach the pipe without pulling out of Bobby and just stopped fucking to take a hit as big as he gave Bobby and then handed the pipe to Stan and grabbed him a huge rock too. “Bobby you want to get raped, you are going to be raped so hard, I hope you remember you asked for it”, Josh yelled after he exhaled and fucked even harder into the willing boy. Once Stan set the pipe down he picked up the dildo and handed it to Josh and told him to shove it in and wreck that hole. Josh gave it back to Stan and told him let’s switch so he can suck his ass of my cock while you ruin his hole. Bobby could barely keep up with what they were saying but a moment later felt both men pull out of him and he felt so empty and he didn’t remember what they said because he cried out for them not to stop but a moment later he screamed when Stan pushed the big black dildo all the way into Bobby’s ass and Josh then grabbed Bobby’s face and loved seeing the look of lust and terror at the same time and he asked Bobby if he was enjoying himself and Bobby nodded and smiled as Josh said well let’s see if you like my dirty dick and shoved Bobby’s head down on it. Using Bobby’s ears he pulled his head up and down. Stan pulled the dildo out and started fucking the boy as he slapped his ass. The redder his ass got the harder Stan fucked him. Josh and Stan switched places again and this time Stan was slapping Bobby’s face as he fucked it. Josh was building up steam and knew he would soon cum and after all this he knew he would flood Bobby’s bowels with his cum. “Bobby, you are going to be my boy soon, when I breed you I will own your ass forever, you are about to be mine, oh shit, here it comes you fucking bitch boy, god I love your ass Bobby.” Josh’s orgasm felt like it lasted ten minutes but Stan wasn’t going to wait that long and as soon as Josh finished pumping into Bobby Stan told him to switch quick so I can breed his pussy too. Bobby didn’t really notice Stan fucking him and cumming in him as he had Josh’s cock in his mouth and for the first time ever was tasting a cock covered in cum and ass and it was better than everything else. Bobby reached into his jockstrap and found his cock had gone hard and after only three strokes he shot his load as he savored the taste of Josh’s cock. The three guys were all worn out and they decided to crash on Bobby’s bed. Before lying down Josh went to remove Bobby’s cummy jockstrap but Bobby stopped him and told him he wanted to keep it on. Bobby told Josh what he learned that night which was that when a boy is wearing a jockstrap that tells the men he is a bottom and his hole is open and ready and this way if you or Stan wake up in the middle of the night you know it is ok to fuck me again. Bobby knew he was never again going to be raped but he was going to enjoy being used! This is the end of Bobby’s first adventure with rock but I have a few other stories about those experiences to share and while this story is done there will be others about Bobby and his adventures. These adventures are loosely based on actual experiences.

Joseph – Dr Mike’s Patient I Stealth Pozzed and Earned my BIOHZARD Status We all remember our first – our first bike, our first kiss, our first poz stealthing. Joseph was mine and I met Joseph at Dr Mike’s office, twice, as told in “Dr Mike – biohazard and healer Part 3 and 4” as posted on her earlier. Well ‘met’ is not the right word as I was blindfolded, but he gave me his cum and I gave him my ever lasting gift and as a bottom, I am even more proud. Joseph is married, in his 30s, lawyer, white, very handsome, very very conservative, nice 8 inch dick and all of that. Dr Mike set it up so my bio-hazard ass would do its work, and it did. My reward was the big bio tat on my lower back, proclaiming to one and all my new status, my new identify, my role in service to Dr Mike. I had gotten my new tat only a few weeks ago and was continuing to be the bareback-cum-taking whore Dr Mike ordered me to be, giving my often bloody ass to any dick that wanted it, hoping to infect and be infected as much as possible. I was checking email on America Online (AOL) and had a message from a someone I did not recognize: “Hi – Dr Mike gave me your email, I hope it is OK, he said I could talk to you, you would understand and could be discrete. I have no one else to talk to right now. Several weeks ago found out I was HIV+, so don’t know what to do. – Joe” Joe? Who the fuck was Joe? I did not reply and two days later got a call from Dr Mike. My ass started to get wet everytime I heard his voice and I hoped Dr Mike was calling me to tell me he was going to come fuck me, but no, he said, “I understand one of my patients has emailed you and you have not responded. I told him to let me know if he did not heard back. Do you know who Joe is?” “No, sorry Sir, umm, sorry Dr Mike, I don’t,” I said. “Joe is your progeny, you are his maker, his death bringer, he is the top you gave your AIDs to, the married guy I had fuck you in my office, now do you realize who he is?” Dr Mike said. Wow, that guy? Dr Mike told me I had given him the bug when he ordered me to get the tat, but sort of like a someone who gives up their kid to adoption, I did not expect to talk to him, or see him again. Damn, was he pissed at me? Did he want to beat me up for something for this? Why did Dr Mike give him my email? Dr Mike continued, “Joseph is your responsibility, and has only just begun his journey. DO NOT waste what I have given you. You are a toxic stew of venom that must continue to be passed on, and so you WILL respond to Joseph, you WILL do everything in your power to get him to fuck you more - RAW, and you WILL ensure that he starts fucking other guys raw, as well as his wife, to ensure the infection spreads like it is meant to. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? He needs to be a breeder, a pozzer, he MUST PASS THE AIDs” Dr Mike continued, “You need to know he thinks you are negative. Well, I told him you were ‘clean’ – and again he assumed what that meant – but more importantly that you did outreach on HIV and AIDs, knew about the issue, and was someone he could speak to as it was important to get out the things he was feeling.” I could only stammer, “Yes Sir,” as I tried to process this new order from Dr Mike and how the fuck I was supposed to do all that. Dr Mike hung up and so I was left to wonder alone as he clearly assumed I knew what to do. Why would Joseph want to talk to me when I gave him my HIV? Now frankly, the thought of Joseph/Joe fucking me again was not at all interesting. His dick was nothing special, his cum was weak, he was married for fucks sake! I only let him fuck me for Dr Mike, nothing else, but knew I had to obey so logged into AOL. I replied to Joseph’s email, told him I was happy to chat with him and received an instant message (IM) back almost immediately. Fuck I hated IMs, I wanted some real dick – no needed some real dick, but knew Dr Mike wanted me to do this so started to chat. We chatted for almost an hour, about nothing really, the weather, where we lived (he lived out in the suburbs in Maryland – total bum-fuck country for sure) blah blah blah. It was not till near the end that Joseph said, “May I ask you something, do most guys know how they got it? You know, the AIDS? I just don’t understand how I did. I mean Dr Mike told me how it is spread and all but I never done any drugs or taken someone’s nutt. How can I ever have sex again? No one will love me, I can’t even get hard for my wife and there’s no way I can tell her what is going on, but she is getting suspicious that something is up. I have not cummed in weeks and am afraid to even jerk off!” WHAT? He did not know! Damn – that was fucked up, poor guy had no idea not only how he got the bug, but that it was me who gave it to him. I was not quite sure what to say, but needed to get him to fuck me, so said, “Look man, testing POZ is not the end of the world. They have AZT and other meds to deal with it now, and as long as you take care of yourself, you’ll be OK. You can also still have sex, there are lots of guys, like me, who don’t mind being with someone who is POZ.” Joseph replied, “Really? You would with be a with a guy who has AIDs? Let them stick their dick in you?” I had to tread carefully here, and typed back, “Joe, you don’t have AIDs, just HIV, and there are plenty of ways to still have sex and enjoy it, and if you don’t believe me just come by and let me show you.” There was no response for a long time, but then Joseph sent me a message, “I’m married, and being with guys is really not my thing, but I am horny and Dr Mike said you are OK, so OK, told Katie (that’s my wife) I need to run back to the office, so where do you live?” I gave Joseph my address, it would take him at least 30-45 minutes to get to my place, so I cleaned up and waited. It was about 90 minutes later when my doorbell finally rang, so I was a bit pissed, but answered and there was Joseph. He was maybe 5 years older than me, black hair, pretty pale, handsome I guess, about my height but skinnier. I smiled, welcomed him in, and we sat on the couch. “Thanks man, I umm, I…. well…..” Joseph stammered. Time for Phase 1 – Show him I care: I put my hand on his right thigh and patted it lightly saying, “It’s OK, it’s hard for everyone,” I said, “But like Dr Mike said, I can help, so come here,” and I reached over and hugged him. Joseph tensed and I thought he might pull away, but he then shivered, relaxed, shivered again and almost whimpered and he then pulled away from me a little, looked me in the eyes, and leaned in to kiss me. I did not expect that. Married guy fucking me raw, yeah OK, I could handle that, but kissing me, no, and I instinctively pulled back. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry, I…. don’t know, I…. just… no one has touched me in so long, not even Katie, not since this shit started, I don’t know what…… I..I…knew no one would want me NOW!!!!!.....”, Joseph was rambling like a 4-year old confused by seeing Mommy and Daddy fucking for the first time and trying to explain what he saw to his Sunday School Teacher. Being the aggressor was NOT me, but I reached over, put my hand on the side of Joseph’s head and said, “Man, it’s OK, you just surprised me that’s all, come here,” and I leaned over and kissed him, soft at first, then with tongue, wishing the entire time it was Dr Mike I was swapping spit with. Within seconds, Joseph was unbuttoning his pants and trying to get fumble them off while he kissed, so hungry for passion and to be loved that we was literally trying to fucking chew my lips off! I pulled back, “Easy man, easy, I’m not going anywheres, here let me help you.” I then knelt down, helped him get out of his jeans, pulled of his white, Ralph Lauren Polo Shirt, and his loafers (fuck a Yuppie!) and there was his dick. Ugly fucking thing. White, about 8 inches, just the way the veins and the way he was uncut like just made his dick look ugly – cannot really explain except again, new I did not want it, but would do this for Dr Mike. You know what I mean – you just see some dicks and go – no fucking way! ICK! Time for Phase 2 – Make him think I think his dick is sexy: OK, this was not going to be easy. I bent over and put his dick head in my mouth, which was wet with precum. He was leaking like a bad Dutch damn! His precum was like his cum, weak and watery – how the fuck did he have kids? Anyways, as soon as I put his dick in my mouth he moaned and immediately pushed me away, “I can’t,” he said, “You know, I got, I…. please don’t, please don’t, I got the…” Joseph spouted. I looked at him, the looks of shame, fear, ecstasy, need, hunger all flashing through his brown eyes, his lips trying to work to say “Suck ME!”, so I did. I deep throated him and Joseph laid back, moaned, and relaxed. I sucked him hard and furious for a only about a minute when he said, “Oh shit, I’m getting close, I….”. I pulled away, waited for Joseph to look at me and then said, “Sucking you like this is very safe as long as you don’t cum in my mouth, but even if you did, I can go rinse out with Listerine or something, so don’t worry OK, just enjoy it. I told you, you could enjoy sex again.” I then stood up, grabbed his hand, and led Joseph down the hallway to my bedroom. He was still timid like a rabbit, so I pulled him onto the bed, started kissing and rubbing on him, and soon Joseph was kissing me back and his hands went right to my hole, digging and prodding with his dick dripping precum against my abdomen. “So tell me about your tattoos,” Joseph said as he pulled away. “Just some tribal stuff, now do you want to talk or do you want to kiss?” I asked. I rolled over onto my stomach, leaving Joseph hard, straining, his mouth open as he lay on his side. I did not say a word, just lay there, but he did not move. “Come on man, lay on me, I want to feel you.” Joseph hesitated, but then began to shift his weight and crawled up on me and laid flat on top of me, his weight pushing me down into the mattress. I did not move, he had to learn, and soon he began to rub my arms, shoulders, and grind his hips, moving his precum slicked dick up and down my ass crack, teasing my hole. Every time he got over my hole I moaned as loud as I could, which seemed to startle him the first time, but then he caught on and I think began to target my hole. We had been doing the rubbing, grinding, moaning thing for a while all the time Joseph was licking my ear and kissing my neck. Normally licking my ear makes me beg to be fucked but even his tongue was ugly. It was soft, squishy, just ughh!!! But again, I just kept thinking about Dr Mike, moaned, and let Joseph know we were just getting started. Finally I moved my hands back along my sides and as Joseph was back rubbing his slimy dick at my hole, I took my hands, pulled my cheeks apart, bucked my hips and his head made a POP as he went into my ass. “HOLY FUCK –OH SHIT, I AM SO SORRY OH SHIT, I DON’T HAVE A RUBBER, OH SHIT!” Joseph said and started to pull out. “No,” I said as I moved my hands up onto his ass and pulled him into me, “Please, it’s OK, you did nothing wrong, I want you in me, please, it’s OK,” I said. “It is?” Joseph said, pushing himself up on his arms over me, “But I got, I, you know, I don’t want to give you, I don’t…and I….Don’t have a rubber, I don’t even fuck Katie like this!” I clamped my hands on his ass and pulled Joseph tight, “It’s OK man, as long as you don’t cum, there’s no real risk, and even then it is small, but still, just to be safe, best not to cum in me,” I wanted him – no needed him – to believe I was trying to stay negative. Joseph suddenly relaxed, let his weight drop onto me, and started fucking. His dick did not go into my ass, he kept trying to get ‘creative with his motion’ and the result was he just hit the walls, which hurt like hell, but he was moaning and enjoying it, so I pretended too as well. I reached back, guided his dick deeper into my hole, and let him fuck. He was like a 14-year-old virgin with his first pussy, all rush, bluff, eagerness – and pain and discomfort for me. Joseph started to breathe heavier, fuck faster, and I knew he must be close, so I clenched my ass as tight as I could and started bucking to meet his thrusts. He did not last long and was soon saying “OH NO< FUCK NO>>>>>OH NOOOOO” as he shot into my ass. I continued to thrust and grind my ass against his dick to milk every drop of POZ cum out of him as Joseph tried to push off me. He finally pulled out, breathing hard, mumbling, “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean,…….fuck, OH, …SORRY,” as he collapsed on the bed beside me. I turned on my side, reached over, rubbed his face, his eyes opened and looked at me, “It’s OK man, accidents happen, I didn’t know you were close, just thought you fucked loud, but just to be safe I am going to the bathroom to flush out.” So I got up, went into the bathroom, made some noises rummaging in the cabinet under the sink, ran the water, waited a few, flushed the toilet, and went back to the bed. “Does that…that…what you did…does that stop it?” Joseph asked. “Well, there is nothing that can truly stop it I guess, but what I just did will help ensure your load is where it is meant to be,” and I did not tell him that was meant to be still snug and deep in my ass. Dr Mike should be pleased, Joseph just pozzed his first ass!!! Joseph got up, washed off, and ran back to his wife, while I went to sleep with his hot load in my ass. When I got up the next morning there was an email from Joseph on AOL, asking if he could see me at lunch, and he promised he would be more careful, but it felt so good, he wanted to fuck again, and he was sorry about last night, and would do anything if I would let him come by. We’ll see if he would live up to that. Stay tuned for the next Phases - .....