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We have some friends over for Thanksgiving so most people will be stuffing the turkey we will be stuffing my brother holes with raw dick and cum

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.

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

Monday this week was one of those days. The man I am in love with cancelled on me due to his spouse working from home. So I get on the apps, and every fucking possibility remained elusive. I mean even the people who normally beg beg beg for sex were unavailable. Don’t you hate that when it happens? Sometimes you sign on and get too many messages. Sometimes it’s like you’re a goddam ghost no one even sees! Well after not masturbating Monday in hopes of ass to breed, I was super horny Tuesday. I set something up to breed a visitor semi-anon in his hotel room about 14 miles away. Then the man I am in love with contacts me and says he can come by at lunch. Well of course. We hadnt fucked for three days and were like animals. After rolling around, kissing , and generally being ecstatic naked in each other’s arms, I got my dick in him and fucked hard and deep until my two day load was where we both wanted it. (two days is usually my maximum volume) And after a brief rest, his kisses got me hard again. He rode my dick and stroked off his own hard-won load on my torso. An hour and a half had passed like a nanosecond. We jumped in the shower because he smelled too damn fine to go home like that. I sent him packing. Normally that’d be enough for one day. Jeez age 55 and being the top . . . .but I am not a jerk or a flake, and the idea of a dude in a hotel ass up wanting my load! I hit the road and drove the 14 miles. Thanks Hyatt for making it easy to park and go up the elevators privately. HOT HOT man face down on the bed looks over his shoulder as I am undressing. I love the IDEA of going in, dropping a load in him face down and then leaving with minimal person to person. But that face that beard I had to kiss him. A few gobs of spit and my precumming has me balls deep in him in no time. FUCK I want to make it last a little after driving all this way. Me on my back works for that (I need to be in control to cum) and he climbs on me . I am masturbating his dick as he squeezes his ass around my dick. “You’re gonna make me cum,” he says. “Can I keep fucking you after you do?” I ask. “Yes” “So cum.” I say . . .and he’s riding up and down on my dick and I am stroking up and down on his cock, and he erupts forth a big load all over my torso . Hey second time that’s happened today!!! I tell him to rest . Selfish top me though so horny now. I scoop up some of his cum, lube my dick with it, hook his legs over my arms, and lift his ass off the bed where I go back in balls deep. Smells so horny. I fuck fuck fuck every which way I can in that position and soon enough my cum is building I warn him Imma gonna.He wants is bad begs to be bred. Then it’s all explosions and orgasm for me as I am seeing stars blowing my second load of the day deep inside him. His wedding ring was sitting on the bathroom sink as I washed up and pissed after. Took me 45 minutes to drive home. I broke my ‘travel for sex shouldnt take longer than the sex will’ rule, but it was so worth it.

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

My Neighbor With The Bbc PART 2 DeWayne never did call me to come over and service him again. Nearly 3 years have gone by and we'd gone back to our pattern of nothing more than a wave and a "How are you doing?" from across the street to each other. Nothing was ever said about our having fucked. His wife Carol and I always will chat when we see each other outside, but DeWayne has gone back to ignoring me. Oh, well.........I'm not surprised. A few weeks ago, Carol and I ran into each other at the communal mailbox. She mentioned to me that her Mother in Los Angeles was not doing well. And that she and her brother would be moving her Mom into an assisted living facility in Los Angeles. And that she'd be gone until Thanksgiving. "Is DeWayne going to LA to help?" I asked. "No. He can't take the time from work. "I'll peek in on him, to make sure he's ok and see if I can do anything for him", I said with a smile. So, last week, I made a Shepherd's Pie for dinner. I made an extra casserole dish of it and took it over to DeWayne. I rang his doorbell and he quickly opened the door to find me standing there with a casserole dish. "Come on in, Dave. What you got there?" "I made some Shepherd's Pie. Knowing Carol was gone, thought you might like it". DeWayne said. "Damn! That's really nice. I was just wondering what I was going to do for dinner? Come in", he said as he closed the door and motioned for me to have a seat. He took the casserole dish from my hands and walked into the kitchen as I took a seat on the sofa. He set the dish down and pulled a couple of glasses from the cupboard. He filled them with ice and pulled a bottle of scotch from another cupboard. "I remember you like scotch, Dave. Have a drink with me. I just got home from work. I could sure use a drink, myself", he said as he handed me a very generous pour of scotch in the glass. He set his drink down on the coffee table in front of us and asked to be excused for a moment. He wanted to change out of his work clothes. My mind was racing and my heart pounding as I realized, he was was taking this right where I had been hoping it would go. I was about to get that bbc inside me again. I'd been waiting for this for nearly 3 years. He soon came back dressed in basketball shorts and wife beater tee shirt with bare feet. Just the sight of his huge feet and muscular legs and chest got the blood in my cock flowing. He sat down on the overstuffed chair directly across from me. He took some swigs of his scotch as I did the same. We struggled at some small talk for about 5 minutes as we quickly downed the drinks. He leaned over and poured more scotch into my glass, then his. He obviously felt he needed a bit of a buzz to go through with what I assumed was coming. As we drank the second round, DeWayne put his bare foot up on the coffee table and adjusted his crotch. My eyes were right there on his crotch. Then he pulled up the pant leg of his shorts and showed me his now semi soft black dick. He tugged on his dick a few times as I got up off the sofa and walked over to him in the easy chair. DeWayne stood up and pulled his shorts down as I walked over to him. He was not wearing underwear. His cock was quickly gowing. He was almost up to his full 9"s of bbc. I dropped to my knees, taking his cockhead into my mouth. I could feel his cock continue to swell and harden as my mouth began to work on his str8 cock. I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, then licked up and down he underside of his black monster dick. I took his huge, low hanging balls into my mouth and sucked on them. Then he sat back down on the chair. I again took his balls into my mouth and sucked on them. He lifted his legs and showed me his brown, puckered, slightly hairy hole. I flicked my tongue on it as he let out a soft moan. Then I spread his asscheeks and slid my tongue up into his asshole. I shoved my tongue as far up inside his hole as I could get it. He was now groaning loudly. "Fuck, man! That feels amazing!", he groaned. I kept eating his hole as I stroked his fat cock. Since I was hoping my gift of dinner would lead this, I had come prepared and had put a bottle of poppers in my pants pockets. I also had a small bottle of lube, just in case. I took a few sniffs of poppers and then went back to work on his asshole. Licking, kissing and tongue fucking his hole. Then I went back to his cock and sucked it as best I could. But his 9", swollen cock was so big and thick, I couldn't take too much down my throat. He soon as leaning forward and stuck his large, muscular hand down the back of my shorts. He found my asshole and rubbed it. . "Can we go in the bedroom?" I asked. Without saying anything he stood up and extended his hand to me to pull me up from the floor. I followed him into his bedroom as he pulled his tee shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. I pulled a small bottle of lube that I had in my shorts pocket and placed both the lube and poppers on the bedside table as I stripped. The sight of his tall, muscular black body standing next to the bed with his huge 9" cock sticking straight out was one of the hottest sights I'd seen in a long time. Once I was naked, I grabbed the bottles of lube and poppers and knelt on the edge of his bed. I tossed the bottle of lube just off to my side on the mattress. Then took some long, deep sniffs of poppers as I felt him lube up my ass and his dick. I continued to suck in the poppers as he pressed his swollen cockhead against my hole. I took more sniffs as he grabbed me around the waist and pushed into me. My head felt like it was ready to explode as I continued to popper up. I knew it would take me a lot to be able to take him into me. But within just a few moments, he was balls deep into my ass and was slowly sliding in and out of my cunt. Once he could feel me loosen up, he raised his right leg and put his foot up onto the mattress, allowing his cock to go even deeper into me, on an angle. His pounding became harder as his balls now slapped against mine. He changed legs and now came into me from the opposite angle. Again ramming deeply into me. Grunting with each thrust. His fingers were digging into my waist as his thrusts picked up speed, depth and brutality. His thrusts were so hard that it was forcing the air out of my lungs with each thrust. Both he and I were grunting and gasping for air with his brutal thrusts. I tried to take more sniffs of poppers. But they were splashing all over my nose and fingers from his thrusts. I gave up and put the cap back on. Finally, he pushed me further up on the bed and fell on top of me. He's now fucking like a crazy man. He's now got both knees up on the mattress and ramming into me. About 5 minutes of fucking me from this position finally brought him to orgasm. He groaned loudly as he thrust deep into me and let out a deep growl. I milked his cock with my ass as I could feel his cock throb inside me as he emptied his balls into my gut. Once he'd cum, he silently pulled out and immediately went into his bathroom to wash off. I knew he'd want me out of there quickly. I grabbed my shorts and tee shirt and put them on as quickly as I could. "I'm heading home, DeWayne. Give me a shout if I can help you out again". "Thanks bud. Will do", was all I heard as I let myself out of his front door and crossed the street to my own home. Well, it had been a long wait for a "replay". But it was sure worth the wait. Hope I can get one more replay before Carol comes back home.

Late last night I got chatting to an Eastern European guy on line. He was just finishing his shift at the airport and was horny for a fuck. I was tired and just thinking of going to bed but I was also horny. When he sent me a picture of his cock and told me he hadn't cum for over a week I couldn't resist. He turned up a little later and soon I was sucking his cock. He told me he was getting close so I pulled my pants down and bent over. He pushed up me and began to fuck. He started off slowly then began to fuck me harder. After only about ten or twelve thrusts he told me he was going to cum. He pushed his cock right up me, held it there and bred me. Ten minutes later I was in bed - with a nice cummy hole and a big load of cum deep in my arse.

Do you really need all that stuff for a cumdump weekend at a hotel?

I was at a booth store at lunch time. Three blue collar worker type dudes came in like they were on lunch, and it seemed like one was more reluctant. He was a white guy ~30 years old and obviously straight and uncomfortable. Maybe he just wanted to get out of the hallway? He went in a booth fast. I ducked into the adjacent one. My finger stroked the edge of the hole. Universal sign. He unzipped and out popped . . .lol okay didnt “pop” . . .he unzipped to show one, maybe a tad over one inch of hard manhood! YES! I love sucking small dick. By that I mean ~4 inches small . . .so easy to suck. Never seen this small before or since. Suck I did. Gave it my all. And I was rewarded with a big shuddering orgasm and a load to swallow. That’s what I was there for. I was leaving the same time the three dudes were and acted like nothing ever happened, like I had nothing to do with them. But he shot me this look. Gratitude. Satisfaction. A smidgen of guilt (b/c he really did look straight). Sheepish. I’ll never forget it. HOT HOT HOT

I’m pretty vague on the details. That’s what happens when you get twisted out of your mind for three days and zero nights. It started out rather benignly. I had no plans and, after no play and working out every day for a few months, my testosterone level was soaring, my body looked good and my ass was primed. So I jumped online and was hit up by a guy who I had tried to play with before. Only I had failed to mention that I didn’t have any favs and could only pitch in until I was in the car halfway there. Turns out he didn’t have enough to share so we took a rain check. Tonight, he planned on cashing it in and within an hour, I was driving over. When I arrived, he was a nice-looking guy. Masculine, laid back, not tweaked…in fact, rather subdued, with a muscular body and what looked like a very nice package. I’m not sure he was interested but he didn’t kick me out either…in fact, no one ever has. The place was a nice, which is rare, because the tweakers I seem to always find rarely know how to clean their sheets, much less decorate. Not that it ever stopped me from staying…or coming back. He was nice enough to let me toke on the glass cock while he prepped our rigs. I’m still new to the slam scene so he was willing to handle the whole business and admin. I admit I also love the thought of a guy corrupting me. Watching the look in their eyes as they send me spinning and start begging for cum. In fact, I had told him that the few times I’d slammed in the past, I rarely coughed. He must have taken that as a challenge because as soon as he pushed the liquid into my veins, I felt my chest seize up and that metallic taste in my mouth. A few coughs later and I proceeded to strip down to my boots and jock and start stroking my cock as my ass got wet and started twitching for action. Unfortunately, he wound up taking a while to hit himself and by then, well, things got a little fuzzy. I’m pretty sure I had already started looking for action online. I hate to admit it but, when I’m flying, I start obsessively looking for more guys…can’t stop…can’t be dragged off line…can’t put down the mobile. Even as guys are taking turns plowing me, I’m complete obsessed with who else is online and who else wants to fuck me. I’ve been fucked up down and sideways while simultaneously on my mobile hitting up new guys to come over and fuck me. I’m not proud of it. And I suspect that’s what eventually ended my night with this guy because I wasn’t giving him the time of day. Shameless. Embarrassing. Bad form. So I headed out to the car…well, almost. It was the middle of Hollywood and still early on a Friday night. So I thought I’d take a little stroll. I was flying like a kite but still managed to keep an eye out for the cops. Of course, when high, you think every guy you see is dying to fuck you. I’m sure if the cops had stopped me, I would have expected them to plow my ass over the hood of the car while in handcuffs. Fortunately that remained just a fantasy in my head. I hadn’t gone far when, up ahead, I noticed a guy who seemed to be on the prowl as well. As I approached, we started talking. It took awhile before I realized I’d played with this guy before (but I didn't reveal that to him for hours.) In fact, I recall he had a beautiful big dick and had no problem slamming me and pissing a gallon of t-piss up my ass. Of course, he was flying too. We walked back to my car and he arranged for us to swing by his dealer and pick up some stuff. Then we headed back to his place but, no surprise, I was ready for more than one-on-one action. So back online…. Within minutes, I’d found a hot young guy, who wasn’t typically my type but anyone who says “sure I slam” gets my ass to twitch. We drove over to his place in WeHo and he was definitely hot. Thing was, he lived in a tiny room and he had pesky neighbors who complained. So he texted his buddies up in Hollywood and off we drove again. Once we arrived, it was clear this was a classic tweaker house. Eviction notices on the door. Torn screens. No furniture. Sheets on the windows. Crap everywhere. The shower was broken out of the wall, and there was black water backed up in the tub. Sheer filth. But did I turn around and leave? Hell no. The hosts were also young guys. Turns out they were a couple and had been together for a long time. I couldn’t figure out what they were up for but I didn’t care. Me and the other guys slammed, cough*, and soon I was getting fucked and pissed in on the one twin size bed in the whole place. I was flying and I wanted everyone. So I managed to get one half of the couple hard and, after asking the boyfriend’s permission, sat on his beautiful large cock. Then I needed to clean up so I headed to the bathroom, but not before backing my ass on to the other boyfriend’s cock and making him cum in my ass, practically against his will. I jumped in the shower to clean up and start round 2? or was it 3? I’d lost count. I returned to the sex den, with the smell of piss and cum and, I'm embarrassed to admit, probably some other smells that shouldn’t have been there. There was just no way to get clean in that place but no way I was going to leave or stop. Again, I got back online and started inviting guys over to a place I didn’t even own with people I didn’t know. I couldn’t keep track of who was coming but I never turned anyone away. Every hour or two, I’d go answer the door, dressed in nothing but a hoodie. And as soon as they got a look at my ass, they came right in to the pigsty, got naked and shoved their dick in my hole. One guy I remember was a breathtakingly beautiful black guy, ripped to shreds, stunning face and dick of death. He kept fucking me and saying “I get you all to myself, don’t I?” I just smiled and nodded…anything to keep him fucking my hole. Another guy came over who had been hitting on me for weeks. Turns out he has a reputation for getting too whacked out on G. And sure enough, that’s what happened. Then one more guy showed up who was older, taller, thicker, masculine and hung. He wasn’t partying, which usually means I get to be plowed for hours. And he did. Within minutes he fucked two loads in me. Later on, he just pounded away flipping me around in every position for probably an hour. Finally I had to take a break, which may have happened twice before in my whole life. Finally as the sun rose, I decided it was time to call it a night (day?). Somewhere along the way, I’d lost the first two guys who brought me over there. I headed out into the sunlight and from there, I honestly can’t say. I’m a blank. I think I headed to some video stores and thought about the Coral Sands but I didn't feel like paying. Soon it was dusk and the hits starting to happen online. One guy wanted me to come over so he could slam me and play out my fantasies of being tied up and blindfolded, slammed and fucked. But he was at work so I had to wait a few hours. Right. Like that would happen. Then I got hit up by one of the hottest fucking guys ever. I couldn’t believe my luck. Plus he was just around the corner in Weho. When he opened the door, I had to try hard not to gasp. He was fucking ripped to shreds, sexy as hell, and I could tell he’d been going hard for a few days. I thought for sure the guy wasn’t interested but I didn’t let on that I was lacking in confidence. I asked to take a much needed shower so I could clean out. Then he set me up with his pipe and some porn while he showered off as well. We took some swigs of G and did some shotguns and soon, we were going at it. To my delight, he was more than interested. He was on fire. Even he was surprised how hot he was for me. Granted, it was the G, but you know when there’s still a connection, chemical or not. He was turned on by everything I did, whether it was my ass squeezing his cock, or the stories I told him of my debauchery, or the sly grin and cocked eyebrow I gave him when he looked at me, or the way I stroked his cock and ran my fingers down his 16-pack or squeezed the muscles on his back or took charge and rode on top of his cock til he was squealing with glee. I acted like I didn’t give a fuck if he thought I was hot or not. Guess what? Fake it til you make it. We went at it hot and heavy for a good 3-4 hours but I had promised him to leave by midnight so he could get a decent night’s sleep before work. I looked pretty cocky packing up and leaving on the dot, which I could tell made him even more turned on. Little did he know, I had another pig date lined up. But when I got downstairs, I got a text cancelling the date. Turns out that guy doesn’t like to be second. Ha. More like 6th or 8th. There I was, tweaked on G and T and around the corner from Vaseline Alley. A quick walk through there and I literally had 3 cars chasing after me. But I always get wigged and never know what will happen, afraid I'll get busted or worse, they will want to use condoms. So I headed over to the Tom Kat theatre. I hadn’t been there since I lived across the street from it back in the early 90s. I had heard you could get really nasty there on a good night. But this wasn’t one of them. The guys were creepy and it wasn’t clear to me what the hell I was supposed to do. Fantasies aborted, I left and went back online in my car. That’s when I found another guy who had been hitting me up for awhile. I’d been sharing my fantasies with him for a few weeks so when I asked if he was looking for trouble, he said hell yeah. He had a guy over and was about to slam and had a rig already waiting for me. When I arrived, he was, again, older, masculine, low key. The guy he was with was a bit nervous and not really sure about our game plan. Of course, I lined up first to get slammed and didn’t think twice when he put the needle in my vein and registered. At some point, I must have said I could take as much as .4, which in retrospect was fucking crazy. Because when he pushed in the plunger and pulled off the tourney, I thought I was going to leap out of my skin. I had never been sent so far so high and within seconds was dripping with sweat. It was clear I was over baked, but even then, I calmly headed to the bathroom to shower and cool off. The other guy was more than a little annoyed that we were both so twisted and soon left. My host was a little unsure of what to do…and didn’t seem ready able to fuck in his state, if you get my drift. So what’d I do? You guessed it. I was back online and the whole world started hitting me up. Soon I had a gaggle of guys over including the guy who was the first to ever slam me and who I always think about playing with again and again. (Nothing like a masculine ex-porn star who enjoys getting me twisted and whoring me out.) Tragically I had gotten some wires crossed and a guy I didn’t remember inviting over showed up. We’d played before but he was definitely not on my wish list. I still don’t know how that happened except I think he has used a different screenname. Then he asked to be slammed and I should have warned him. The poor kid went bug eyed and just lay there, stiff as a board like a corpse. He refused to eat or drink or shower off but finally, after a few hours, he came down and decided to get out of there. It still took him hours to get a cab and leave. By then, there were at least 4 guys over there, although in fairness, it just wasn’t working. All of us were too high to fuck and/or too spent to do anything but stroke their pitiful cocks and stare at porn. The one guy I thought was hot as hell wasn't that interested in me. Hours later, I had come down and, after getting one last mercy fuck and a huge load in my ass (from the hottie), I showered off, drove him home and headed home myself. (I never have a problem driving while twisted...although it's still a bad idea...one of many that I indulge.) I spent the rest of the week trying to piece together all these parts of my run, touching base with my hosts to thank them and apologize for my obsessive behavior. I may be a whore but I’m a whore with good manners. I made sure the kid was okay. And waited for what I knew would be the worst Ikes ever. Tragically, it was worst than I imagined. I’d collected a stomach STD and, within days, was wiped out and dehydrated and had to check into the hospital for 36 hours. Nothing like a call from Public Health to really remind you of the consequences of your behavior. But that’s what happens when you have filthy pig sex. It wasn’t the first time and I doubt it will be the last. Oink Oink.

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!

Dr Mike – biohazard and healer – Part 1 – The First Office Visit *All of the other stories I have posted have been real life hook ups and connections. This story’s premise is based on real life, but it becomes fiction once I go to Dr Mike’s office as I never did get up the nerve to go.* It was my second summer living in DC and I had been poz for about a year. One of my bareback fuck buddies at the time was a guy who worked for a local non-profit group. Where I was fairly conservative in appearance, Nathan had a nose ring, tats, and sometimes a mowhawk when his head was not shaved, so we always made an unlikely looking pair when we went out. He had a nice dick and loved using his own spit or poz cum for lube when he fucked me and I took his cum every chance I could get. He was the first guy I met who was so open about his status and also got off on it and loved telling me how he was giving me his poz cum when he fucked me as he did not take any meds at all and even resisted getting treated for STDs as long as he could when he had had them. Nathan said he did not take meds because they were more toxic then the bug and he believed in alternative stuff, plus he wanted to make sure that every negative ass he fucked raw when they asked him to pull out would become infected as that turned him the fuck on. One of his tats around his belly button was a biohazard sign. This was 15 years ago so was a pretty out there thing at the time to be proudly displaying your HIV status and that you were a breeder on a mission. When we went to the leather bar or the park there was always one or two guys who knew what it meant, and then would look at me with a wink knowing I was getting his toxic loads. One day I met him at his office to grab a drink and started to rub his dick in the elevator. Nathan laughed and said, “I just cummed a short while ago, so am not really up for a quick one”. I asked, “Who did you fuck?”(we were not exclusive so just curious – voyeur in me). He said, “No one, my doctor sucked him off.” I was like what the fuck? OK, I needed to hear this story over drinks. There were a couple private practice doctors in town then that all of the guys who were poz seemed to go. Nathan went to one of them and told me this doctor – Doctor Mike - was a fucking freak and liked to suck him off every time he went to see him and the doctor did not care what was up, how sick he was, what he had or anything. The doctor had sucked him when he had gonorrhea and other stuff and even drank his piss once in his office. This doctor did not lecture about STDs or safe sex and would just hook him up with whatever antibiotics he needed. I couldn’t believe it, but asked if my friend fucked him too. Nathan told me no, the doctor was a top, but he had heard he fucked all his bottom patients that would let him and he only fucked raw, and that he supposedly had a really big dick. Nathan said he knew a couple bottoms who swore they got syphilis, gonorrhea and some other stuff from him too, and there was a rumor about a couple bottoms who had gone to him to be tested for HIV who were negative until after he fucked them. At this point Nathan laughed, gave me an evil smile, and said the doctor was just like him, a living biohazard, as were most of his patients as the waiting room was nothing but a pick up spot for raw fuckers who just swapped back and forth all the dirty seed they had. I did not have health insurance right then, so was going to a local clinic. Every visit seemed to be nothing but a lecture on safe sex, and god forbid if I asked to be tested to an STD. One time a staffer asked me if I had been fucked with a rubber, I said no and it was like I had killed a baby seal. So, I kept thinking about that doctor my friend told me about and told myself I was interested because he sounded cool, non-judgemental, and provided good care. But I was kidding myself, I had jerked off enough times fantasizing about him to know it was really because he was dangerous and I wanted to see if the rumors were true. A few months later I got a new job and 30 days after that my health insurance kicked in. I decided it was time to leave the clinic and find a primary care physician. I ended up going to a doctor who was considered ‘the best in town on HIV’, he had been on national TV, was handsome and part of a power-gay couple, well known in the community, and all that. But going to his office was like going to the prom. It was full of the young and ‘pretty A-list’ crowd, his staff was condescending and rude, there was a snack and soft drink bar, the office was decorated with fine art, and the doctor always seemed like he had more important things to be doing then being with a patient - me. I said fuck it, time to check out the nasty doctor, so I called Dr. Mike’s office and made an appointment for a late afternoon at the end of week. I must have jerked off three times the day before I saw him fantasizing about all the things Nathan had said. The doctor’s office was in the Northeast part of town in and older brick building. When I got to the office it was a total different scene than the other doctor’s. The office looked old, a bit worn down, and the crowd here looked older – and sick. There were a couple guys in the waiting room who looked gaunt and wasted and near death’s door. Almost all the rest looked like they had HIV or just looked like rough trade from the streets. I almost walked out, telling myself I am not one of them, but on the other hand, my friend said the guys who came here loved to fuck raw, so I was in. The staff at the desk, a middle-aged lady and an older guy, were very nice and polite, and as soon as I sat down a couple of the guys nodded at me, said hi, and made small talk. After filling out all the paperwork, I kept talking to a couple of the guys in the waiting room, and figured my friend was right. These were all guys willing to bareback in an instant and could tell a few seemed pretty well hung – woof! After about 10 minutes the older guy called me up to the desk and handed me a small cup and small brown bag, they needed a urine sample and he directed me the to restrooms just outside the door, down the hall to the left. I entered the door marked RESTROOMS and there was a small hallway with a men’s room on the right, ladies room on the left and a door marked JANITOR at the end. I opened the men’s room, stepped around the corner, and saw that one of the sicker looking guys was standing at one of the stalls. He was tall, thick, long, brownish hair, and had a scar on his right cheek. While I tried not stare at him, I could not help but stare at his dick as he stepped slightly back from the urinal. The thing was long, sort of skinny, with a nice head on it, and curved a bit to the left. He was stroking it hard, looked at me and said, “Do you want to suck me?” I was sort of disgusted and turned on at the same time, and asked him what if someone came in? “You can hear the outer door open so we got time to straighten up before someone comes in. Don’t worry, I’ll listen out,” he said as he kept stroking. I set the urine cup down by the sink, got down on my knees, totally forgetting I came in to piss, and started sucking his dick. His dick was already really slick from precum and spit and tasted pretty funky. I think he smoked as his spit was strong, but I sucked him hard and put my hands on his hips to steady myself. He was really thin and his hips were pretty bony and I paused a moment, realizing he must be full blown, but he had such a nice dick, I just pushed it further down my throat. After a couple minutes the guy started gripping my shoulders tighter and said “Swallow for me, swallow it all.” He then started shooting and I could barely swallow fast enough. The dude might have been sick but fuck he shot a huge load and his cum tasted rank and was real thick and heavy like he had not shot in days. He started humming a little as I kept sucking him until I had every drop. He stepped back, said, “Thanks, boy I needed that,” then left the bathroom. As I savored the taste of his poz load, I realized I had never sucked someone where the bug had totally taken over – is that why his load tasted so rank? Just thinking about it made me even a little harder and I remembered why I was in there and got up and grabbed the urine cup, went into a stall and had a wait a minute for my dick to come down a little in order to fill the cup. I washed my face off to make sure I had no cum drippings on my chin, but did not rinse out my mouth as I wanted to keep tasting his poz load as long as I could. I walked back into the doctor’s office and took the small brown bag with my urine sample up to the desk. The guy looked at me and said, “Did you find it all right?” I blushed a little, said yeah thanks, and turned to find a seat. I did not see the guy I just sucked off, but a couple of the others guys sort of smirked at me, so bet they knew and I blushed even more and sat back down. It was about 30 minutes later and I was the only patient left waiting. The older guy at the desk called me back up, then escorted me through a side door, down a hall that had several rooms with doors closed and set me in one of the exam rooms. He took my temperature, my blood pressure, weighed me, then said the doctor would be with me in a few minutes and left and closed the door. I started thinking about the guy I sucked off in the bathroom and started to get hard again and was adjusting myself when the door opened and the doctor walked in. Dr Mike was in his mid 40s I guess, about 5”11, 180, and fairly clean cut looking. He shook my hand (what a grip!), introduced himself, sat on one of those little metal rolling stools, rolled right up in front of me, then asked, “Apologies for making you wait, today was a little hectic with some last minute patients. So guy, what brings you in to see me?” Well I couldn’t tell him it was because my friend said he was a biohazard freak, so I went with the vanilla version of recently got insurance, tested poz last year, have been exploring treatment options, had seen this other doctor and was not comfortable there and a friend recommended him to me. “Who’s your friend?” Dr Mike asked. When I told him Nathan with the nose ring, he smiled and said “Oh yeah, Nathan has been a GOOD patient for a few years now,” as he sort of looked me up and down. “I know some of my colleagues have very strict opinions about certain things, but in my practice I am open to various forms of treatment and will always be honest with my patients. I also ask that you always be honest with me – help me to help you – feel free to ask me any question you want no matter how embarrassing it may seem, and I will take care of you.” Dr Mike asked me to undress down to my shorts and did a quick once over, listened to my heart, looked in my ears, asked me to open my mouth and say aaahhhh. “Now let’s chat a little about your heath and history, he said” Dr Mike asked me a series of questions and in that short few minutes had spent more time on me then the other doctor had in several visits and seemed to care about me as a patient. I was normally shy about that sort of stuff but answered all of his questions as honestly as I could. “Sorry, can you repeat the question please?” I asked, I must not have heard him right. “Do you top or bottom when you have anal intercourse?” Dr Mike asked again. “Bottom,” I said, and Dr. Mike smiled. “And when you have intercourse how often do you use protection, 100%, 50%, 25% of the time or never? And remember, I know your friend,” he said. “Humm, I…ah…well, I guess with my friend never, but with other people I don’t know, it varies I guess, but just mostly not when I am with him.” “So he cums inside you?” Dr Mike asked, and I swear he adjusted his crotch or was I imagining that. “Yeah, he cums in me,” I said as I looked down at the floor. Dr Mike responded, “Now there is nothing to be embarrassed about at all, remember what I said, and good for being honest with me. You know he is HIV positive right? He told you? Were you already positive?” I said, “Yes, but he told me after we fucked, we had been drinking.” Dr Mike smiled and asked, “Did you want him to wear a condom?” I told him, “I don’t know, no, I guess, not really, I just wanted to feel him inside me.” Dr Mike smiled again, made some more notes and kept going. “OK, so now, when was your last sexual activity?” he asked. OH SHIT, “Umm, I uh, Umm, I guess Nathan fucked me two nights ago,” I said. Dr Mike just looked at me with a stern glare, rolled his chair as close as he could, put his hands on my legs, and said again, “When was your last sexual activity?” I looked at the floor again, then him, his smile was gone, so I said, “Well, I sort of sucked a guy off in the bathroom down the hall earlier while I was waiting.” Dr Mike smiled wide and said, “Yeah that was Hank. Tall guy with the scar? I saw him right after that and he told me, like I said my patients are honest with me, just like you are being now and that’s the best for everyone. I also could also smell his cum on your breath when I checked your mouth.” Oh fuck, I was really embarrassed now, damn – but Dr. Mike just patted my leg, smiled, pushed his chair back, “Ok, now get up on the table here for me and take your shorts off.” I was too embarrassed to be turned on at this point or think about what Nathan said, so got naked and got up on the table. The room was pretty warm so my ass immediately made sticking noises on the vinyl as I got myself situated. Dr Mike rolled a small table to the side of the exam table and started to gently touch me all over my body. Usually doctors put on rubber gloves, which made me feel like even more of a pariah once I tested, but Dr Mike did not, he just slowly prodded and rubbed up and down my body. “Some people with HIV develop lumps in their lymph system, so I am checking to see how healthy you are. Looks good so far. Have you ever had any STDs? Syphilis, gonorrhea, herpes? No? Hmmm…,” Dr Mike then stepped to the counter, made a few notes and came back to me. Dr. Mike then started feeling around my crotch area, under my balls, carefully weighing each one in his hand, and then squeezed first one, the other, than both slightly. I moaned a little, he looked at me, smiled, then lifted my dick. “I see you are uncut,” as he rolled the skin back and forth several times and examined my dick. Dr Mike then said, “Please rollover,” which I did as he began running his hands and fingers up and down my back side and legs. When he got to my ass he spread my cheeks apart, ran his fingers up and down my crack, tickled the edge of my hole a little and I moaned loud that time. He seemed to pause, finished checking me, then said, “OK, now I need to check your prostate, so please get up, and bend over the end of the exam table.” As I did he sat back on his rolling stool and scooted the little table with him so that he was behind me. I bent over the edge of the table and Dr Mike said, “Now lay as flat as you can on the table, that’s it, I’m just going to use my finger and make sure everything is ok.” I soon felt his finger pushing at my hole and slide in. He was not wearing gloves, so the heat from his finger, skin on skin, made me moan again before I realized it, but damn it felt good. Dr. Mike worked his finger around inside my ass and as he did my dick started to grow. I couldn’t stop it and reached down to try to hide it. “NO, that’s OK, that’s normal for any patient, but especially one who enjoys being a bottom with anal intercourse,” Dr Mike said as he then pulled his finger out of my ass and said, OK, now hop back up on the table for me”. DAMN! I was so horny and slowly stood back up. Dr Mike scooted his chair back around in front of me and his face was almost level with my still hard dick. I tried to hide it a little by crossing my arms as he said, “I think you are in great health, and we will know more once I get all of your blood work back. While many of my colleagues suggest starting a treatment regimen right away, I do not believe that is necessary if you are still healthy and even then, like I said, there are various treatment programs.” My dick was still hard and ass was twitching, so I was having a hard time focusing but told him I understood. “Do you have any questions?” Dr Mike asked. “I have heard you can get reinfected from having sex without a condom, is that right?” I asked. “No,” Dr Mike said as he smiled, “You cannot get HIV squared so to speak. However, there is HIV-1 and HIV-2. HIV-1 is the most common and HIV-2 is rare and mostly found in West Africa. Some research shows you can pick up new strains, strains that are more intense, more virulent, more resistant, and your body may accept them or not, but if it does, it may develop its own new strain even more powerful than what you were given.” As he said that his eyes got very intense and he adjusted himself again. “I have looked at the labs from your previous bloodwork and you have a very common and what I would consider a mild strain.” Dr Mike then looked at my dick, up at me, and said, “I have one more test I want to conduct before you leave if that is OK. Is that OK?” I said, “Yes, I am happy to do whatever you want” Those must have been the magic words. “OK, now lay on your back again, here let me lower the table just a little, now scoot down all the way to the end but keep your feet on the table,” Dr Mike said as he stood up and went to the end. As I scooted down he lubed up a couple fingers this time then said, “Now lay back, spread your legs, I want to test your prostate again.” I was not sure what was going on, but did as Dr Mike asked and soon had two of his fingers wriggling around in my ass. My dick was streaming precum onto my stomach and I had all I could do not to start jerking off. I did start to moan, not realizing I was when I looked up and saw Dr Mike had a huge smile on his face now and when our eyes met he started fingering my ass faster and harder. Dr Mike then spread my legs apart more, leaned forwarded, and with his fingers still jamming my ass, he took his other hand, pulled my dick back towards him and started sucking me. OH CHRIST! That felt so good and my dick started swelling even more as his mouth work up and down my shaft as his fingers fucked my hole. I started to tremble and shake and moan and the cum started burning down my shaft as I shot into Dr Mike’s mouth. As I shot, he fingered me harder and harder until the last drop was out and my body ached from how hard I cummed. I always shot hard and far, and that one was an intense orgasm. I lay on the exam table panting, as Dr Mike stepped around, bent over my face and kissed me. As Dr Mike’s mouth covered mine and I opened up he spit some of my own cum back into my mouth! I had never had that happen before but swallowed and started swishing my tongue around his mouth looking for more. Dr Mike pulled away, wiped his mouth, his hands, then sat back down on his stool. “Go ahead and get dressed.” Once I was dressed Dr Mike stood up, got real close to me and said, “I hope you enjoyed that. Now what just happened here is between us, alright? You can tell Nathan, but no one else understand? Good.” As he kept talking Dr Mike grabbed my hand and guided it down to his dick. His dick ran down his right pant leg and was huge – oh my fucking god he was big – and HARD!! He continued, “Now, you caught me at the end of the day and I have already shot a couple loads today into a few holes that needed to be rejuiced, but want you to know you got me hard, and I do want to fuck you, do you want me to fuck you?” I just shook my head. “My cum is more toxic than you can imagine,” he said in almost a whisper as he leaned in even closer, “and I am going to give it to you. Don’t get me wrong, I breed every ass I can with my toxic cum, but I especially like boys like you who have mild strains of HIV and I can’t wait to unload in your ass. I will take care of you, so who better to fuck you raw than your doctor? I also have some other ‘treatment programs’ for you, but you did the first one already.” “What was that?” I asked. “You sucked off Hank, that big dick of his has some raw herpes sores on it,” Dr Mike said, “That’s why he likes getting sucked off in that bathroom because the light is not good and guys don’t see. But I know, I know, and now we got you marked with his herpes dick and cum, so I will take care of you and have made a note in my charts.” “I am not going to jerk off all weekend, so I think you need to come see me Monday morning and we can discuss the next step in your treatment plan,” Dr Mike said. “But isn’t your office closed on Mondays?” I asked. “Yes, but I will be here – for you,” Dr Mike said, “And Monday will be the next step in your treatment program.” As I left Dr Mike’s office that day, 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. Stay tuned for Dr Mike – Part 2 – My First Treatment Dr Mike – Part 2 – My First Treatment

How long after you started barebacking did it take you to eventually turn poz? My understanding from reading heavily into transmission rates and odds as well as through reading the experiences of guys on Breeding Zone, is that for circumcised total tops the risk is very low indeed. But for those of us who are uncut, the risk is terribly high. So, for those who are uncut, how long did it take you to poz after committing to bareback-only sex? I'm looking for uncut total tops to share their experiences. I have been fucking raw for 5 years (I started in 2013) and in that time I have fucked maybe around 200 guys (maybe more). I have little to no doubt in my mind that I must surely be poz (for the fact that I am uncut and have fucked so many...often with little or even no lube). If indeed I am poz, then I am for the time being in the asymptomatic stage. I'm still fucking raw, I can't help it...it is like a powerful addiction for me. I don't know about anyone else. I always tell myself that I will stop or at least reduce the number of guys I'm fucking, but it never turns out that way. I love fucking different every guys every week - off apps like Grindr and in places like saunas (bathhouses) and cruising places. I am addicted to raw hole, I know the extremely high risk to me as uncut top (not that it matters if I'm already poz as I suspect) but I still cannot stay away from raw hole. I need raw hole to survive. Fucking raw hole is the best physical feeling I have ever experienced, and I imagine there is no better feeling (except maybe double penetrating a woman with another guy...especially double vaginal or double anal penetration....yes, I am bi). Anyway...looking for uncut tops to share their own stories of addiction to bareback and how long they took to poz.

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

Going on a business trip to LA. Arriving the 27th and flying out the 1st. Want to visit Slammer club. Any advise as to best days, best times and best areas to spend my time to maximize the amount of loads a can get?

I was new here in town. I needed to get a physical exam for my new job so I asked around and one of my neighbors recommended I go see Dr. Kendrick, over on 10th. I called to make an appointment and a few days later I headed over there. Dr. K had an office right there in his home, a cozy-looking house set back from the street. Inside the front door was a small waiting area. A sign on the wall said to take a seat until I was called. After a few minutes a door opened. First, a young man about my age came out and hurried for the front door. I remember that his face was red and sweaty. Maybe he had seen the doctor because he had a fever. Next, Dr. K stepped into the waiting room and said, "You must be Larry. Larry Hicks? Come on into my exam room." I followed him into a bigger room. This one had a desk, a couple of chairs, cabinets and, in the middle of the floor, was a medical exam table. "Why don't you start getting undressed while we talk? You can leave your boxers and shirt on for now." So, I took off my socks and shoes along with my trousers, shirt and underwear and put them on one of the chairs. "Hop up on the table," he said, and tell me what I can do for you." As I explained my reason for the appointment he began making notes of our conversation. He asked my age, which was 19, and inquired about my medical and family history. All the while he poked and prodded me, working his way through the exam. Eventually the questions turned more personal. "So, are you sexually active, Larry?" I reddened a bit and said, "Not much. I've only done it a couple of times." "That's not a problem," he said. "Now...when you think about having sex...you know, when you get horny...do you mainly think of having sex with women or having sex with men?" Seeing the shocked expression on my face, he continued, "It makes no difference to me, young man. I just need to get a complete picture of your situation." "I don't know," I said, "I guess maybe I'm gay. I've only done it with two guys." "Well, if you're unsure, we can certainly help you figure that out. Do you like having your penis sucked?" I nodded. "Do you like it when a man puts his organ in your mouth? Do you like to pleasure him? Do you like him to ejaculate in your mouth? And do you swallow his semen?" Guiltily, I nodded "yes" to each question. "Well, at this point, I think it's safe to say that you are an homosexual." I blushed. "Now, as for anal sex...are you the insertive partner?" He glanced at me. "Hmmm! No! Probably not! So, you're the receptive partner, right?" My cheeks burned bright red and I could only look at the floor. So...you are what's commonly known as...."a bottom. In plain words...you accommodate the needs of other men. Excellent!" He smiled warmly! "Let's move on! Do you have any Sexually Transmitted Diseases? Herpes? Syphilis?" "No," I stammered. "Are you HIV-negative?" "Yes! I mean...I guess so." "Well," he said, "we have to be sure. We'll get you tested for everything. Then I can give you a clean bill of health." He did the pinprick and drew some blood. "Larry, I'm running a little behind. While we're waiting for your results, I'm going to put you in the next room. Bring your stuff. You can leave your boxers and shirt on for now." He ushered me through a doorway into the next room. "This actually is my bedroom," he said, and indeed, there was a large bed situated against one wall. "I use this as a second exam room when it gets busy. It's quiet and private. Have a seat there on the bed and make yourself comfortable. Mrs. Shaw is just stopping by to get her flu shot. It won't take long. I'll be back in about 10 minutes." He retreated to the first exam room and closed the door behind him. I sat down at the base of the bed and began to wait. In a few moments, I heard another patient enter the room next door and I could hear the murmur of their conversation. A few minutes later I could hear Mrs. Shaw departing. After a few more minutes, Dr. K came back into the bedroom. "Good news!" he said. "You're completely healthy. Your HIV test was negative. I hope you're not disappointed?" I was a bit confused. "What did you say?" He smiled back at me. "Oh, nothing...let's finish up the exam. You seemed a little unsure about your sexuality. You know...your preferences and needs. So, let's find out!" With that, he reached out and placed his palm against my chest as I sat there at the end of the bed. He pushed firmly, causing me to lie back on the bed cover. "I want to check your responses," he said as he began unbuttoning my shirt. When he was finished, the shirt fell open, exposing my chest and stomach. Without any warning, he reached out with both hands and used his fingers to firmly grasp my nipples. As he gave them a short but sharp twist, I moaned involuntarily, "Uhnh!" and my mouth remained open in an O-shape. My body reacted strangely in other ways as well. My back arched, pushing my chest towards the doctor's hands. Also, my knees jerked, pulling apart and upward towards my chest a bit. Dr. K stepped smoothly into the gap between my legs, thereby preventing them from closing. Dr. K's smile got bigger. "Well, well! That's interesting." He twisted the flesh trapped between his fingers once again and said, "When I apply pressure HERE, look what happens. Your legs spread apart and your mouth opens wide." And that's just what happened. As my legs parted, he pressed even closer to me. He leaned forward and placed his right hand on my face. Two fingers aggressively entered my mouth and started exploring. "This is VERY NICE," he said. "Even better than I had hoped for." I could only try to gurgle a response. Dr. K's voice remained kindly but his eyes seemed to harden somewhat as he looked down at me. "Raise your hips, Larry! Come on...haven't got all day! Let's get these off you." With that, I felt his free hand tug on my boxers. They slid off my hips and down my legs, finally brushing past my toes as they fell away to the floor. "There...that's better! You won't be needing them for a while." His fingers continued their rough invasion of my mouth and I felt his other hand cup my balls. He used his thumb to stroke the head of my dick in a circular motion. I response to his ministrations, I could feel my cock begin to lengthen and swell. "Your reflexes have proven exceptional," he announced. "Can you tell that your penis is becoming erect? And your nipples! My Lord,...we've already seen how responsive to stimulation they are." As if to prove the point, his hands descended on my nipples again, his fingers pincering them forcefully. I was helpless as my mouth opened again and my legs twitched further apart. Now, THREE fingers were jammed into my gaping mouth. "We've conclusively established that your sexual responses are HOMOSEXUAL! Now we should discuss your HIV status. I know that you tested negative this time, but it's well known that many gay men secretly regret being negative. For many reasons, every day, men like you choose to become HIV-positive. I imagine that you must have given it thought, haven't you?" With his digits swirling around inside my mouth, only garbled noises came out in response. "That's what I thought," he continued, as if I had somehow agreed with him. "Let's help you decide! Let's say you were gay...which you are. And you were a submissive bottom...which apparently you are. And your status is negative...which it is. And you desperately wanted to be HIV-positive instead." He now looked at me. "Is that right?" "Anngh! Gruhhh! Mmmpph!" He looked at me quizzically. "Does that mean, 'Yes'?" I tried to lurch upright, but his hand on my face kept me pinned to the bed. The doctor nodded, "See! I knew that deep down, you might want that for yourself. The question is...what can we do about it? Hmmm?" He stared at me. His eyes didn't seem very friendly any more. In fact, I felt like the doomed bird transfixed by the serpent's gaze. "Let's figure this out together. Here's a test for you. I just want you to answer honestly. Nobody's judging you here, ok?" Although the alarms in my head hadn't really stopped, I nodded my head. "Good! SO, let's say you come to me seeking my advice about becoming HIV-positive. I might ask you the following: "If you were to be helped in converting to a positive status, would you want to be infected, or 'assisted' if you prefer that word, by one man alone...or would you prefer to be infected by several men at once? Of course...you'd be in a sling for comfort." I was lying on the bed, unable to speak intelligibly and unable to sit up. My shoulders drooped in resignation. Maybe I should just play his game and see what happened. I gently prodded his fingers with my tongue. He got the hint and withdrew them so I could be understood. "I....I....," I whispered. He asked, "What?" As he leaned closer, his fingers gave each nipple a sharp little pinch. I gasped, "one man...ONE MAN!" He squeezed HARDER! "Say it ALL!" he commanded. Utterly under his control, I moaned, "I...I'd want...ONE MAN...one man to INFECT ME!" "I was hoping that's what you'd say. That's all you had to do, Larry...just ask!" I could hear his free hand fumbling with his belt. His other hand left my mouth and I heard the sound of a zipper being lowered followed by the whisper of his pants as he pushed them down. He cupped my balls again and my dick, no longer neglected, stiffened rapidly. Dr. K leaned over and covered my mouth with his. His tongue entered me, controlled me. "You don't have to be afraid, Larry! I'm going to take care of you. We're going to do this the right way, baby. His mouth trailed down my chest and belly. Upon reaching my cock, he engulfed it with his lips and began sucking up and down my shaft. Heavenly! Too quickly, he broke free and brought his face back up to mine. "You know...I've given many guys like you their first fuck...right here on this bed. And I given many guys their first condomless fuck...right here on this bed. In fact, I've given many men...men just like you, Larry... their first POZZING...right here on this bed! Pozzing...that means taking a man that is HIV-negative and introducing the active virus into his system, turning him HIV-positive. It's a privilege to be the one that helped you to understand your need to convert to positive like so many have done before you." He continued,"Nothing could be simpler, more natural and more normal than for two men to share their fluids like this, in order for the negative one to convert. Let me show you. "Open your mouth!" I didn't have a choice because his fingernails scratched across my nipples, making my mouth open. He leaned over me and slowly spit a few long gobs of saliva into my waiting orifice. "Now...Taste it!" I ran my tongue through his spit, letting his juices mingle with mine. "And Swallow it!" he ordered. I meekly complied. "See how natural that was?" I could feel the head of his dick bobbing around, pushing into my ball sac, leaving a trail of gooey precum wherever it touched. Suddenly, I felt warm liquid washing over my belly, running back down over my cock and balls onto the bed. "See, Baby! See how natural that is? How good my piss feels on you? I'm sharing that with you as well." My mind reeled with the thought that, by sharing his fluids, he was merging himself, his very DNA with me. ""The best comes last!" he hissed. His penis zeroed in on my hole. The head, still leaking precum, nudged a bare half inch into me, and stopped. "There!" he whispered. "I'm inside you and I've already left a tiny bit of fluid behind. A little HIV is already growing inside you. Do you want MORE?" All I could do was whimper! "You have to SAY IT!" he said. "YES!...I want more!" With that, he eased in and started up a slow steady pistoning motion. He growled, "You want my HIV? You want me to fuck my HIV into your neg pussy? SAY IT!" All the while his thrusts picked up speed and power. My voice got louder. "YES! Fuck me with your HIV! Make me positive! POZ ME!!" By now, he was banging into me furiously. "I want you to remember that someday....someday when you have AIDS...that it's MY AIDS inside you. I'm the one that infected you, put my virus in you. And YOU...you did what a Poz Bottom was supposed to do...you just SPREAD YOUR LEGS and BEGGED ME FOR IT!" He yelled as he began to blast his viral sperm deep within me. I could almost fell the bug attaching itself to my sensitive rectal walls, starting to grow. Dr. K rolled off of me and stood up. He bent over and gave my ass a loud smack. "I've probably knocked you up. I'm pretty potent because I don't take any HIV medications and my viral levels are always very high. Just to be safe, let's give you an appointment in 3 months so you can come in and get tested. My promise is that I'll keep fucking you until my virus has claimed you.

Malemotion.com...usrd to be a video share and chat site similar to drive, and it had free video chat. Used to have lots of fun

It was short but sweet. Returned to my sauna. First of all, thought I'd found a bareback fuck only to be disappointed when he insisted on a condom! He couldn't accommodate my large dick so that went South. Shortly afterwards, I entered a cabin where someone was lying face down on the couch, surely this time, he was crying out for a barebacking. After, an excellent blowjob getting me both fully erect and sufficently lubricated, I asked him if he wanted fucking. He obediently turned round applied lube to his hole and I easily slid my cock up his bare hole. The fucking was smooth and the pressure built up surprisingly quickly for me. Before I knew it, I discharged more spunk up his bare arse than I knew I had. It kept on pumping out, That chap was well fucked and filled. I was completely drained of all my sperm!

https://pozaddictedbear.tumblr.com/post/180315987551

Biologically wired to be a bottom? This is the kind of statement I find ridiculous, to view being a bottom as a religion. I'm a bottom because I don't last too long fucking and keeping a hard-on, because I'm sure guys are tops because they enjoy the fucking which they can do for a long time. I would probably be a top too. You are biologically and "wired" as a man, with prostate, cock that gets hard and can shoot a load, even in your DNA. You can choose what you want to do with your equipment and in your case bottoming is what makes you feel comfortable. You can breed a hole, just like you like your hole bred, but you refuse to top by saying that you are "wired" to be a bottom. Many supposedly wired-bottoms do a good job fucking and breeding when too horny or if they have problems with their hole, hemorrhoids, etc. I recently contacted an Xtube member (Trittyler) who has lots of videos of him taking loads, he's a bottom, probably "wired" as you say. But in the past few months he's been posting videos of him topping and breeding all kinds of holes. I was curious and he told me that he had some surgery in the anal area and that soon he'll be back bottoming. But he can top and very well, and you can probably top too. I'm asking for all bottoms to breed other holes but what I'm saying is that a bottom can still fuck and keep being a bottom. @Cumfilledbottomboi, try fucking because you are "wired" and have all the equipment to top.

I've been doing this a lot lately. Started out as an order by an online pig master, but found I enjoyed the depravity more than I'd originally thought! Every mens toilets I visit I get my head down and lick away.

Rare is a stretch !! Danny Pintauro from "Who's the Boss" fame, claims that's how he was infected. I think he said he was using a lot of Crystal Meth at the time. Maybe that had suppressed his immune system enough that combined with sores in his mouth might explain an orally transmission.

Not funny stupid, just wtf stupid: Guy on Grindr: “Sup” ?Me(answering only because I’m trained to service anyone): “Hi there! How are you?” Guy on Grindr: “I’m bored” Gnn...GNAH! Really? Your best opener is that your brain can’t stimulate itself? Oh, no, wait, I get it - this is actually a clever ruse to lure me into saying something like “Let’s do something about that” because you’re 1) Too fucking lazy to think of anything or 2) Too shy to suggest hooking up yourself, and 3) Assume that I naturally equate “bored” with “horny”. Nitwit. If a guy tells me he’s bored that instantly signals to me that he’ll be bored even if he’s fucking me, and I’m not even going to try to save that lost cause. I don’t do bored. Hard limit.

I just go. The gym is where I have to be at 7am and 5pm. I don't give myself excuses not to go. As for motivation, at my age, being a muscle daddy is what I have to be if I want to get laid. Download a fitness app and use it. Tracking your progress reinforces your commitment to the program.

Wow, awesome video. Same location on a previous video, with creampie: https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/coach-fucking-his-player-on-the-score-tower-after-the-game-37600211

I went to Vault139 for the first time yesterday. I found the experience overwhelming. There were too many people crowding the basement, so it was daunting, sometimes claustrophobic, almost dangerous. Strangely, the large number of people and lack of darkrooms made the search for opportunities for bareback sex seem harder. However, after my first hour there I spotted a guy waiting outside one of the few cubicles within the premises, he moved further in as I watched him, giving me the unacknowledged signal, he wanted me to follow him in and fuck him. This I did. He was very tight and a lot of lube was required both for my cock and his hole, before I could slowly slide my seven inches within him. He was a keen barebacker and audibly encouraged my thrusting and was disappointed when I had finished with him that I couldn’t fuck him for longer. It was another half an hour or so, when I’d joined what seemed like the majority way to behave in the vault of sitting on benches wanking oneself off and hoping someone would come up to you for more attention. A small young guy approached obviously into daddy-types and I presume eager to feel my length inside him. So I found myself stood up, forcing myself into his much more accommodating hole, where I was eagerly thrusting in and out of his bare hole. He complemented me afterwards and expressed hope I might be able to fuck him again later. I realised I was having more success than most of the couple of hundred people around me. This made me feel like one of the more aggressive tops around me! Anyway, after this second fuck, I took a more relaxed bench in another corner of the premises, where after a while an older guy came up to me with a small but nice cock, who started to wank me off. I reciprocated by sucking him off. It was a surprising turn-on in such a crowded environment and he too felt the sexual tension. After I had come up for some air, he announced he was going to come, so I clamped my lips around his dick and he spurted into my mouth. There was so much spunk it was too much for me and I had to let his cock go free, where he proceeded to let streams of his jizz flow down my leg. So not a bad time in the end!

Yes! And leading soon thereafter to a conga line of cock!!!! Note to self....need to trademark the phrase "Conga Line of Cock"

I had a similar experience with a cowboy years ago. He had me on my back with my legs up when he fucked me. It was a great fuck, he had a big cock, and he was relentless. Twice he slowed up while he was fucking me, and I thought he was about to cum both times. But then he picked up the pace right away and went right back to pounding my hole. Finally, he came and really thrashed around while he creamed my cunt. By this time we'd been at it for an hour, and my back was screaming. We were cleaning up in the bathroom when I told him that I thought there were a couple of times when I thought he was going to cum. He grinned and told me he had, three times all told. I had to see a chiropractor to get my back working right again. He seems to have been one of those guys who moves on to the next guy after he's bred someone. Too bad, I was more than willing to visit the chiropractor for the pleasure of being so thoroughly fucked.

It was a Tuesday at Clubhouse II. They call it leather night, although I didn't see very many men wearing leather. This time my room was in the back hall corner. I started by popping a couple Xanax and having a stiff drink, just to loosen up. The first guy came over from the room next to mine. He sucked my cock and licked my asshole a bit. Then I sucked him, finding his cock to be somewhat small. Now, my cock is only about six and one-half inches, but I need my tops to be seven inches or more. If a cock is six and one-half inches and REEEAAAAL thick I might the top fuck me, but this guy didn’t measure-up, so I gave him the 'just got here' routine. Yeah, I know it was bad form. Guess I need to be punished. I opened my door and lay on my stomach on the bed, with my ass facing the door, a pillow under my crotch. I have been successful with this position in earlier visits to the bathhouse, and hoped I would again. Bingo - it worked again. The first guy was kinda chubby, but I didn't care if a top was a bit overweight - if only 'cause I'm not perfect, but this guy was more than a couple pounds. Still, I was so horny by this time I let him try to pry open my tight hole. After he got his cock in I realized that his cock didn't look as big because his belly was hiding a little bit of his cock. He felt about seven inches and THICK! He fucked me on my knees for ten minutes or so, all the time making virtually no noise, while I spurred him on saying "C,mon, fill my asshole with your hot cum...fuck my hole and seed me." Thinking he was not gonna seed me, I was getting ready to boot him out, but as I tried to pull off his cock he grabbed my hips exclaiming "Fuck no!" He started to fuck me fast and I could feel his cock get thicker...slam! He blew a huge fuckin’ load in my hole. As he slipped his cock out, I felt my now-loosened hole with my fingers and felt gobs of cum oozing out. Now I was getting warmed up. After a good fuck I usually have a drink, so, having brought a bottle of rum and a bottle of coke, I made myself a drink and down it. I've found a drink or two keep me flying since I don't use narcotics. Part of me wouldn't mind if a sneaky top slid me something to make me a total whore, but with my job I cannot do drugs. Anyway, I opened the door again and as soon as I put my asshole in the air, two big fingers began feeling me up. Damn, it was hot. The guy climbed up on the bed and inserted his thick eight-inch cock in my ass, fucking me as if he hadn't had a piece in months. A few minutes into the fuck, a beautiful thick six-inch or so cock appeared in front of my face. Of course I obliged by swallowing his pole. After few minutes or so, all the while being pounded, the guy I was blowing asked "Where do you want it?" Well, I had made up my mind that night I was going all out and getting as much come as I could. Shit, I had driven two hours from Ft. Myers to Ft. Lauderdale, a trip I hated to make, so I had to make the most of the effort. I looked up at the guy and answered "Shoot in my mouth, man.” He stuck the head back in my open mouth and unloaded a huge wad of cum, which I savored for a minute with my tongue, but I had to swallow or risk losing some, as my mouth was full of his salty spunk. About the same time, the guy in my ass shot his load in my hole. He kept pumping, but I wiggled-out, saying I needed to hit the john. He looked disappointed, so I told him I'd be back shortly. I returned to my room, took my usual ass-in-the-air position, and, within a few I felt a hand on my ass. I reached back to do my usual sneak-preview, only to realize he had already removed his towel, and was standing there stark naked with a nice big, eight and one-half inch hard on. He moved around, and offered me the opportunity to blow him. It was beautiful, uncut and Latino, and he was very receptive to my efforts - the precum was flowing and his balls beginning their ascent. Fortunately, he wanted more than a blow job, because, without the necessity that I take the lead, he quickly enough moved to the foot of the bed, and eased his thick cock in my ass until it was filled my guts. That's it. That's when I know that I am giving myself to my top. I will NEVER say pull out. My ass is yours to fuck and fill. Give me that white hot salty sperm...that is reason for being. That is why I am here...in this sleazy bathhouse getting fucked bareback by whoever wants to seed and breed me. I am not going to look at your face. I don't want to. I am a slave to your cock. So the Latino guy fucked me, pulling out to ask "Where do you want my load?" “Wherever you want to put it baby.” He walked up next to me and beat his cock off in front of my mouth, teasing me. Damn I wanted his load. I extended my tongue and let him rest his swollen purple cock head there while he stroked his thick shaft. About this time I felt another cock entering my ass. I was in pig-slut- bottom-heaven. The Latino, meanwhile, grunted and shot his load. He didn't shove his cock in my mouth, but rather held it an inch or so away. He must have had a couple of days’ worth built-up in his balls, because the cum shot right into my mouth. The thought also flashed-through my mind that he was probably poz, and did not want to blow a toxic load up an anonymous ass. Whatever the case, I grabbed his ass and pulled that big, uncut, spasming cock into my mouth and swallowed all of his cum. Meanwhile the guy in my ass was so turned on he in turn, blew his load, filling my asshole with his cum. He must have gotten his load on the far side of my sphincter because when he pulled out, it felt like there was still a cock real deep in there. That was hot. He kissed my ass cheek and walked out, to be followed by the Latino. I kept hitting the poppers and figured somebody would want to use my cummy asshole. To attract visitors, I did one of my ass-tricks. While kneeling, I bent over and peaked between my thighs, looking for guys checking-out my ass. Then I can pucker my hole, moan or generally signal my interest. Whatever it takes to get that cock in my room and in my asshole. Sure enough the next guy who entered my room stepped through the doorway by way of introduction saying simply "Nice ass," as he rubbed and probed my hole. He smelled of cologne and booze. I got the impression he had just left a bar and came by the bathhouse because he was horny. I got off the bed and, kneeling on the floor, took his cock in my mouth. It was about seven inches or so, average thickness, but a big round head. I guess he was probably 25 or so. I think he was tweaked a little because when I got back on the mattress on my knees, he sunk his cock into my hole and started moaning. A little bit weird, but hey, he was hard, and that was all that I was concerned about. T hen another guy came in, somewhat older from the looks of it, dropped his towel, and presented a beautiful eight inch cock for me to suck. That's the best part of sex: the first sight of a nice thick piece of meat, the first salty taste of precum, and the knowledge he may well end-up blowing his load in your hole. Damn! I started to suck the eight-inch cock, while the younger guy kept moaning and fucking my hole; soon enough, the younger guy asked if I wanted his load, to which I replied “yeah.” He promptly flooded my intestines with his big load of sperm. Commenting I was a great fuck, he pulled out only to have the eight-inch cock take his place and begin the process all over. About then, another cock presented itself for my attention. As I began to blow it, I saw in the mirror two shadowy guys standing in the doorway, rubbing of the men massaging his cock through his towel. The thought 'fresh meat' crossed my mind as I turned my attentions to the task-at- hand.

Well, damn...your ass/pussy/mancunt was a source of great pleasure. I really enjoyed the unique character of each time/place I defiled you . Here's the latest pic of my meat--the cock that taught you why I"m addicted to sling fucking...

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 18 - Familiar Surroundings Lucy's plans had changed slightly so she was flying out to Barbados on the same day that Daniel and Jordan would fly in from Boston. The architects had flown out 4 days previously under strict guidelines and to have something ready for when they arrived. Lucy picked up her belongings at security and made her way to he clubhouse and catch up on some emails. The receptionist scanned her boarding pass, at the same time Callum was walking past when he heard the receptionist say thank you Mrs Salinger. He stopped dead in tracks and looked over and saw it was indeed Daniel's mother. "Mrs Salinger how lovely to see you again and welcome" he called walking over to her. Lucy turned and looked "Callum isn't it?". "Yes nice of you to remember" he turned to the receptionist "Mrs Salinger is VIP Sarah" she nodded and picked up the phone. "Oh and Callum, please call me Lucy" she said and thanked him. Callum smiled "Lucy, please may I escort you to the VIP lounge, where are you flying to today?" "Barbados back to the hotel" she replied. "Excellent Steve is rostered on the flight so you will be attentively looked after" he said smiling to her. Lucy had on numerous occasions flown with the airline but this was the first time she had really paid attention to the service in the clubhouse, she began noting things down that could be used in the new Salinger Club wing. It struck her that the reason why she paid more attention was more about the engaging personal service from Callum in the VIP section, the other thing was how much more relaxed she was just sitting there in the oversized armchair. All to quickly Callum approached to advise her flight was boarding, he took her hand baggage and escorted her through the airport and directly on to the plane skirting the priority queue. The cabin crew at the door noticed Callum approaching the door and Lucy was addressed and welcomed by name, Steve came forward and escorted her to the assigned seat. "Welcome on board Mrs Salinger, I trust Callum has looked after you so far" Steve asked. Lucy handed over her jacket "Steve please call me Lucy and yes he looked after me very well. How are you?" Steve smiled "I'm great thank you, are you meeting up with Danny and Jordan?". "Yes we are looking over designs for the expansion of the Salinger Barbados Retreat" she replied excitedly. Callum finished stowing the hand luggage "Really we could have stayed there forever, it is so lovely". Callum said his good bye as the tannoy announced boarding complete, Steve brought Lucy over some champagne and got her settled. The flight went by quickly as Lucy was reading over the architects notes they had sent her, she also spent some time sat at the bar area talking to Steve and going over the Club House wing ideas listening to ideas he had that she was jotting down quickly. Steve also said the name didn't sound or sit right and suggested 'Club By Salinger'. Lucy returned to her seat and read through the notes she made with Callum and also Steve's ideas. She tapped her pen several times on the note pad and wrote 'Concept - Club By Salinger', underneath she wrote 'food and beverage service, pool and beach service, lounge service', Lucy had already decided to keep housekeeping under the general hotel service. Next she wrote 'Club Managers', she glanced over at Steve who was engaging with other passengers as he checked they were secured for landing. She looked down again at her note pad and wrote 'Steve and Callum' she closed the note pad and glanced again at Steve, yes she thought to herself brilliant idea. Her eye was caught by the flickers of green coming in through the window as the plane crossed Barbados and banked over Bridgetown heading out to sea before turning on the final approach. Daniel and Jordan stepped in to the waiting limo and drove off towards the hotel, after 10 minutes Jordan tapped Daniel on the leg and pointed to the sky from his side of the limo and they watched Lucy's flight coming in to land. Daniel chuckled and told Jordan they would only get a short time to swim before she showed up. Lucy unbuckled her seat belt and Steve approached with her Jacket "Hope you had a good flight Lucy". "I did Steve, thank you. How long is your layover?" Lucy asked Steve. Steve retrieved her bag from the overhead hat bin "Only two nights Lucy". Lucy looked shocked "That's not long, Danny and Jordan arrived a while ago, come and stay at the Salinger Steve". Steve overwhelmed by her generosity said he would love to, Lucy told him to meet her at the Salinger limo but not to tell Daniel or Jordan he was coming to stay. Steve stood by the Salinger limo waiting for Lucy to appear, the driver ignored Steve as he was use to seeing airline crew standing in the VIP/Crew zone. Lucy appeared from customs and the driver walked over in her direction and took hold of her luggage, she warmly greeted the driver and informed him that Steve will be riding with them to the hotel. All luggage stowed away Lucy and Steve climbed in to the back of the limo for the drive to the hotel. "I hope you don't mind sharing a suite with Danny and Jordan?" she asked looking at Steve. Steve chuckled "Not at all I did last time I stayed with them, the suites are big enough". "You seem to enjoy your work Steve, just like Callum does" Lucy began to make some investigative conversation. Steve looked surprise "Well it's fine and it allows us to come to Barbados which we love". Lucy nodded "You never thought about moving here and settling down?". "Lucy it is so expensive to buy here and it would concern us about getting to the UK to visit family" Steve explained. Lucy nodded again "So if you had the chance to, what would make you say yes to giving everything up for Barbados?". Steve sighed "hmm, a good job to start, time to be together but importantly being able to get home to see family". "Family is the one and most important aspect of life" Lucy said agreeing with Steve. The limo pulled up to the Orchid Wing "I still can't get use to this" Steve said looking out the window. Lucy laughed and stepped out of the limo to be greeted by Daniel and Jordan she looked at them both and told them there was a guest in the limo. Daniel bent over to look in and screamed in surprise as Steve scurried out of the limo and hugged them both. "Hope you don't mind putting me up for two nights" Steve beamed at the both of them. Daniel cocked his head to one side "I guess we can put up with you" and laughed. "Why didn't you tell us you were coming?" Jordan asked. Steve grabbed his flight bag "I didn't know you would be here this week". Lucy went to meet the architects whilst the three boys headed down to the beach for a couple of hours. Cael was overwhelmed to see them plodding along the beach towards the bar, he prepared some fruit crushes and placed them on a table as they approached. Several swims later they all sat in a row looking out to sea. Steve sighed "God how I love it here" and got his phone out called Cael over "Would you mind taking a photo please Cael?". "Of course, say Bajan and smile" he chuckled as he took the photo. Jordan peeked and laughed then settled back in his chair "It certainly is beginning to feel like home here". Daniel looked at him "Happiest place on earth and great memories so far". Jordan looked back at Daniel "You really are happiest here aren't you?". "Yes but only with you" he leant in and gave Jordan a quick kiss. Steve tutted and punched Jordan "Enough you make me sick with all your gooey lovie dovie stuff" and laughed his socks off. "By the way Steve my mother really likes you and Callum" Daniel leaned forward to see Steve. Steve turned his head "Really?". "Yes, she said you treated her like royalty all the way here and Callum escorted her to the plane" Daniel replied. Steve smiled "She was lucky Callum recognised her at the airport". Daniel stood up "Right I guess we should get ready for dinner guys, mother has us in the Windward Palms at 7pm". They all stood and said good by to Cael as they headed back to the suite. Promptly at 7pm everyone arrived including Sofie who was catching up with Lucy, she gave Daniel and Jordan a kiss and told Jordan that she wanted to go through some comment cards with him in the morning so he could see how well the Butler on the Beach concept was going down. Steve seemed to fit in well and even spent most of dinner engaged in conversation with Lucy and Sofie, little did he realise they were assessing his suitability for part of Lucy's grand plan. Lucy and Sofie had already spoken earlier that day and it was agreed that Sofie would move on to take over the GM role at the new LA hotel, it worked in favour for them both as she would be living with her husband who was based in LA. Shortly after dinner Steve posted the photo to the Bajan group on whatsapp so everyone would know what they were missing out on, he put his phone down telling Daniel and Jordan he had sent the photo. Sage had walked in to the music lounge and saw Kit sitting at the usual spot, he casually walked over and said hello to Kit who was already ordering a drink for Sage. The timing could not have been more perfect as they did the small talk greeting chat Kit's phone buzzed and his eyes glanced down to see a message from the 'Bajan Group'. He opened the message with the phone on the bar top and laughed causing Sage to ask what happened. Kit shook his head "Oh some friends have reunited again" and showed Sage the photo. Sage looked carefully "Wow that is one fine beach, where is that?". "Barbados, we were there over a month ago hence the somewhat fading tan" Kit laughed. Sage laughed with him "So who are the three amigos". Kit innocently explained "This one is Danny and this is his now boyfriend Jordan and this one is Steve". "They look like a lot fun to be around" Sage replied with a big smile on his face. Kit chuckled "Oh Danny is the joker we have a long running thing going every time we see each other". "The err Jordan dude has some pretty neat ink work, do they live out there?" Sage asked with feigned interest. Kit put the phone away "No Danny and Steve are from the UK and Jordan well he is American and loved up with Danny". "Nice bunch of friends, never really known anyone from the UK must be cool having British friends" Sage sighed. Kit smiled "Well they are coming over for thanksgiving so maybe we could all meet up one evening". Sage pretended to look shocked "Sure would be nice, but this is only the second time we have met dude". Kit patted him on the shoulder "Got to admit Sage your a pretty decent guy to be around plus you like the music". Sage laughed "Thanks Kit, hope we can become friends if you have the room for another one". They shook hands and did a man hug before returning to their drinks and waiting for the bands to start, Sage could not keep the sinister smile off his face, after all he was so close to achieving his goal.

"Alex, piss play has never been this fun!" Blackie said. "I'm guessing it's because you're the first guy who enjoys it, both giving and receiving as much as I do! Of course, since we need to stay hydrated, the piss will be flowing! Would you be open to a piss 69 and me pissing up that sexy, hairy ass?" His face turning many shades of crimson, Alex admitted, "When it comes to piss play, we're definitely kindred spirits and until now, I've never felt the intimacy you bring to it! Piss 69, and piss up my ass, do what you want! Right now, the Queen is doing royal things to me and there's so many things I wanna do to and with you! Mind if we get back into bed?" "You took the words right outta my mouth!" Blackie cooed, giving Alex's cock a squeeze. "The Queen has me feeling good and you feel wonderful! Now that we've worked up a sweat, I wanna feast on your pits and give you another go at mine!" Back in bed, Blackie got on top of Alex, raised his right arm and planted his face in that hairy pit. He buried his nose and inhaled Alex's masculine stink, then gave it a thorough licking, and then the same on Alex's left pit, licking his lips as he finished. "Let me at those stinky pits!" Alex demanded, rolling Blackie over until he was under him. Moaning with pleasure, he was in his piggy element, gorging on Blackie's stinky left pit and feasting on the sweat, before switching to his right pit for more of the same. "Not that you need the money, gut if there was a way to bottle your stink, you'd make a fortune! Before humans became civilized and got obsessed with hygiene, our scent was a way of attracting mates. Us uncivilized pigs appreciate the power of stink and we fly our freak flags with pride!"

Chapter XX My love and I started talking almost at the same time. We were both aghast at what was happening, but we didn't want HIV. What were we to do? Our friends are being picked off one by one. We couldn't live with that, could we? We argued for an hour and then we heard a ping as another email came through. We rushed to check it out. It was another vid from the bar owner. His explanation came first telling us this was going to be live this time. Another of our friends had stopped at the bar an he had invited him in the back for 'special' treatment and he had accepted it after looking at the poz guys bulge in his tight pants. He told us to watch closely now and laughed. The camera then drew back and there was our friend on the bed naked. The poz guy was naked also and was hard as a rock an walking slowly towards our friend who could not take his eyes off of that huge cock, waving at him as he approached. Our friend had to lick his lips and was gulping some at the size of the cock he was going have in him soon. The bar owner climbed on the bed and raised our friends legs over his shoulders and started to rim his hole. Then he rammed his fingers in at the same time, grinding them in and around and dragging his nails against his insides on the out stroke. Our friend groaned as this went on, pain and pleasure combined building a need for release. Soon the poz guy pulled his fingers out, covered in blood, and before our friend could move he raised up and rammed his huge cock into him with one bone jarring thrust. He had turned the sound off, but we could tell our friend screamed. It had to have hurt like hell with what was almost like an arm being rammed clear into him all at once. Then the real fuck started. He was ramming as hard as possible, every in and out fast and hard. There was only one purpose in this, to poz his neg hole. We could only watch in morbid fascination to what was happening to our friend. The camera was catching it all. Then the poz guy reached out and got ahold of the camera and pointed it at our friends face as he continued to pound him relentlessly. Our friends pain was being replaced by rapture as his hole was destroyed but his pleasure increased and the pain faded to the background. This went on an on, for a good half an hour before we could see the poz guy starting to thrust evne more violently and then with one last thrust, he held still and was filling our buddy full of his poz cum. They laid still for a bit and then the bar owner got up and came away from the bed and turned his sound on long enough to say, "How many more of your friends are you two going to sacrifice to me before you come and get what you know deep down you want?:" With that the connection was broken. My love and I both sat and cried.

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Part 12 　 Deep in my mind I was wondering what I was doing, but my cock was hard from the memory of that earlier bj. I wanted that release again. It had been way too long since I had been laid and I know my cum needed release. I just kind of reasoned, there is nothing wrong with a good blow job. We entered my place and just went into the livingroom. Hank let loose of my hand then and took me by the shoulders and turned me around facing him. He then leaned forward and gently brought his mouth towards mine. He kissed me as his hand reached between us and and grabbed my cock through my shorts. I started to moan and his tongue immediately entered my mouth in a deep passionate kiss then. His hand rubbing my cock through the material of my shorts had me throbbing in no time and returning his kiss with almost as much passion as he was giving. Then he let loose of me and took ahold of my shorts and started to push them down. Just as soon as my cock popped out of them, he stopped and grabbed my cock again and stroked it easy and slowly. Then with his other hand he started to pull my tshirt up and then breaking the kiss momentarily he pulled it up and off of me and threw it on the floor. Then he dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth and pulled my shorts the rest of the way down and I stepped out of them. He then stood up again and took his clothes off too and soon we were both naked. As soon as he got the last of his clothes off, he stepped to me again and his mouth found mine again for another kiss as he slowly pushed and guided my backwards until I felt the edge of my couch on the back of my legs. Very gently he pushed me down without breaking off the kiss until I was sitting on the couch and he was kneeling in front of me. His mouth then left mine as he started to kiss his way down, across my chin, to my neck and then to my chest. As he got to my chest he veered a little to the side and I felt his mouth engulf one of my nipples just as his hand started to stroke my cock again. He nibbled and even bit a little on my nipple and the feelings while his hand caressed my cock sent chills throughout my body. It felt amazing. Then he again started a downward trip of kisses across my stomach and then he bent my cock upwards more and his mouth took the head of my cock in. My back arched up clear off of the couch with that feeling. Then he pushed my legs apart and moved closer to me, still sucking on just the head of my cock. I closed my eyes and my head fell back. I could not move hardly from the wonderful sensations I was feeling. He then took ahold of my legs with his hands and raised them up and over his shoulders and pulled me even further down onto my back. His mouth never left the head of my cock and his tongue was swirling around it also. It was fantastic. Then, oh so slowly, his head started down and my cock disappeared into his mouth and then into his throat as he swallowed it all. I almost came unglued then. He was going ever so slowly up and down on my cock and running his tongue all over and around it. Then he pulled back off and my eyes opened wide from the loss of that pleasure and I looked down at him. He grinned and said, "I hope you are liking this, as it has just started and now you are going to get the full treatment I told you about before." After saying that, I watched as his head went down again and he licked my cock up and down. Then his mouth went lower and he took my balls in his mouth and sucked them as one of his hands stroked my cock. My back arched upwards, again, and my heels pushed on his back and raised my as off of the couch completely. He sucked my balls for just a minute or two and then, releasing them, his tongue kept going lower and his hands had grabbed me keeping my ass off of the couch. Then I felt his tongue on my hole, tickling it and then slowly it seemed to be trying to get in my so very tight hole. He kissed and licked and slobbered all over my hole and up and down the crack of my ass a little and I was being driven wild and was now starting to move my ass around with him and thrusting at his tongue every time it got to my hole. Then I could feel one of his fingers slightly probing at my hole, too. The moisture he had slobbered all over there made it just slick enough, I felt the tip of his finger start to enter me. I was frozen and couldn't move. The feeling was nothing I had ever felt before and it was magnificent. As his finger continued to circle around and around, opening my hole a little more at a time, his mouth then started back up towards my ball and then to the base of my cock. His tongue then licked its way up to the head and as it got there, his mouth opened up and he swallowed my cock to the base in one gulp. The feelings I was getting made me wild and I was thrusting up and down with every time his mouth was going up and down. I could feel every bump on his tongue and his finger entering my hole further and further, too. His finger then was probing around and around and I felt it hit my prostate at the same time as his mouth hit the base of my cock. I was impaled and thrashing around then. His mouth was going faster and faster on my cock and his finger was going in and out of my hole faster, also. I felt like I was losing my mind it was so wonderful. I was soon feeling the tingle that meant I was going to cum. I gasped to him, "I am going to cum soon." He went even faster then with his mouth and his finger. I felt the unmistakable feeling start as my cock got harder yet and then I yelled, "here it comes." I exploded my cum out of my balls, up my shaft and into his mouth. At the same time I felt something more, too, as his finger seemed to get bigger in my ass, but then I realized he had all at once rammed more into me. I thought I had cum a gallon by the time I was done. He was slowly licking my cock and easing his fingers in and out of my hole as I was coming down from the most intense orgasm I had ever had. I looked down at his smiling face then. He was watching me closely. He then asked, "was that as good as I told you?" I could hardly reply with, "It was more." He then asked how I liked his fingers and I could only nod yes. He then said, "I had to try it and just as you were cumming, I couldn't resist and rammed 4 of my fingers in you. I hope you liked them?" I was shocked speechless. 4 fingers in me?

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As I got off the train, I called my college friend, Josh. Josh was in the army stationed in North Carolina. He had sometime off before his new assignment so he decided to take a road trip with few of his army friends and since his buddies lived in Philly, Josh invited me to come down to Philly and hang out with them. Josh and I were roommates in college and we played with each other few times. As I didn't want my girl friend to find out about my past with Josh, I decided to keep my visiting Josh a secret from Amy. I left a voice message on Josh's phone that I am in Philly and decided to take a walk while waiting for his reply. First I needed to release my piss-filled bladder so I ran to the restroom. All the stalls were occupied so I took the last stall and closed my eyes as I took a long piss that seem to last forever. I opened my eyes and started to look at my own cock pissing out for uncomfortably long time. Then I noticed a big peep hole on the stall walls and heard some noise that sounded like a blow job. My cock started to get hard as I listened to the sex noise in that bathroom stall and my mind started to run back in time when Josh and I gave blow jobs to each other. As my cock got harder, it stopped pissing but I stood there for a while as I held my hardening cock in my hand. Soon I heard some movements around me and saw a big black cock being pushed through the hole on the stall. I didn't know what to do as I found it disgusting and arousing at the same time. That's when my phone vibrated out of my pocket and fell on the floor. I bent down to pick it up and peeked through the hole on the other side of the stall and saw an equally large black cock disappearing between the lips of a white boy. The boy seem to have no gag reflex as he buried his nose on the black man's pubic hair and stayed down for a while. I could see his adam's apple bobbing up and down along his thin neck. I couldn't stop staring at this unknow white boy's expert oral sex with this huge black cock. I have forgotten all about the other black cock from other side of the stall. Which pullled back out of the hole and sounded like he was getting some action as well. I finally took my eyes off of the BJ and took a quick look at the other side of the stall. There was another set of white lips taking the black dick deeper and deeper. I was getting so turned on by both sights now I just stayed squatted on the floor with my phone in one hand and my hard cock in the other, looking at the hot sex in the stalls of public restroom. All of sudden, my phone vibrated again and it was text message from Josh to come and meet him by some cafe in an hour. I put away my hard cock and flushed the toilet. As I walked out of the stall, I saw that there were much more action than the two I just witnessed as more noise came from other stalls and some of the men at the urinals were jerking off their hard cocks. As soon as I walked out, a black boy and a white man went in but they didn't close the door. As I washed my hands, I saw some of the men at the urinals walking over to that stall. I walked by the stall as I walked out of the restroom and saw the white man holding onto his ankle as the young black boy stood behind him and another naked black man was feeding his big cock to the white man's mouth. As I walked out on the street, I couldn't stop thinking about the public sex I just witnessed and had to stop few times to let my hardening cock go down. More than anything, I was impressed at the size of some of those black cocks and the expert oral sex skills of those white lips. As I reached the cafe, I saw another text from Josh telling me he was running late but I should look for his army buddies, Sam and Jam, followed by a text from an unknown number. It was Sam and he told me to meet him in the party room down in the basement. As I opened the door, I saw them quikcly cleaning the desk before greeting me. "I am sorry. I forgot to knock. I didn't think the door was going to open actually." "It's okay... C'mon in and close the door." As I closed the door behind me, one of the man in uniform locked the door. As I stood in the office, "party room" with two military men and a young man, my mind started to play the restroom sex again and my heart started to beat harder. One of the army man extended his hand to me. "I am Sam and that's Jam, it's Jamil but we just call him Jam. And this is my cousin, Robert." They barely moved. If it wasn't for Sam, I would have felt really awkward. But Sam was super friendly and have a very handsome smile. "Our friend Josh will be late and knowing him, it could be tomorrow morning. So lets wait for him here half an hour more, okay?" "Okay. What part of town are you staying tonight? I can try to book a hotel nearby you." "You can stay with us. Robert has a huge old house big enough for all of us." Robert started to take out the things he cleared when I entered the room and it was white powders. He made 8 lines and snorted 2 and passed it to Jam then to Sam. I felt a bit strange doing lines with strangers but Sam's friendly smile helped me to overcome the inhibition. And after the first line, second one was easier. Robert passed few more rounds before he exited the room. Sam was very chatty and told me about the army life and Jam even started to talk more. I enjoyed their stories but my mind kept on running back to the bathroom sex I witnessed and I had to keep on re-focus my mind. They started to talk about their Iraq experience and how they were lucky to be stationed far away from the danger zone and the worst they had to deal with was the smell of bunch of sweaty men in the heat of the desert. Then Jam added, "we all slept naked but held onto our weapons" and started laugh outloud. His laughter started to echo in my head as my mind was filled with the image of Jam and Sam naked. I was getting turned on by the idea of their naked body. Jam then said "we had some fun times" and clearly readjusted his bulge. As my gaze followed his hands, I noticed a big bulge on both of them. That's when the door opened and Robert entered the room and announced that he's done with work and we should wait for Josh back at his place. I guess Josh knows where Robert's place is. Then Robert started to set up another 8 lines "for the road." Sam suggested they should get out of uniform and stood up started to take his clothes off to boxers. Jam strippped as well to his tight breifs which outlined his huge semi-hard cock and huge balls tightly wrapped in the fabric. I finally took my gaze off of their body as Robert handed me the lines. As I started down the line, I started to stare back at their bulges and noticed that they didn't seem to be "changing" as they said but stayed in their underwears. As I started to think about maybe they noticed my fixed glare at their covered cocks, Robert took out a bong and told me to put my mouth on the hole and inhale as he lit it up. As I inhaled, I noticed that the bong had a glass bowl unlike usual weed bong. I started to exhale the smoke I was holding in my lung and the white cloud filled up the room. They took hit from the bong as well but I think I took the most hits. I lost track as I just took hits as Robert fed the glass bong to my lips. As I took more hits from the bong, I was getting hornier and more talkative. I started to talk about how I have fooled around with Josh in college with sucking each other's cocks and sometimes tasted each other's cum. Then about the restroom sex I witnessed and how it brought back the moemories of sucking Josh' cock and now how I wanted to try sucking their cocks. My mouth stayed gape open and a bit of drool on the side of mouth started to form as I stared up at them from the floor where I was by the time Robert fed me the glass bong the last time. Robert pulled me up in his arms and told the other two to get dressed and meet him at his place as he exited through a small door to parking lot. He carried me in one arm to his black SUV with tinted windows. After starting the car, he turned towards me and started to stare at me. I tried to focus my eyes on him but I couldn't. Only my mind stayed on him as I envisioned his dark hard cock and me sucking him deep like thoese other guys I saw. "Have you ever done G or T?" I just shook my head and smiled at him. He then took my hand and placed it on his cock. Then like a programmed robot the rest of my body repositioned til I was bent over the front seat of his car holding his cock with two hands and my face resting on this upper thigh. "Do you want to suck my cock?" I nodded and begged him. "Please I want to taste your cock. I want to suck it. Please." That's when I heard Josh's voice from Robert's phone. Robert started to talk to Josh in low voice as he directed the phone camera at me. I looked at the phone and saw Josh's face and a black figure right behind him. Josh was gettting fucked by some black person while talking to Robert on video call. Then suddenly the camera shifted and a cute black boy face appeared. "Welcome to the city of brotherly love, babe.... Are you high? Are you horny?" I just smiled back at the cute young black boy's face. He then moved the camera around to show me his huge mansized cock fucking Josh's white ass and there was another group of two or three black men and the white boy that I saw earlier in the restroom was on the floor under their bodies. I told Robert how they were the ones I saw earlier in the restroom. Robert then told me that Josh planned the whole thing and it seems like it worked so far. I was a bit shocked and froze brifely but soon the image of Josh's white hole swallowing the young black boy's huge man cock to the balls got me so horny that I started to massage the cock in my two hands as I used my teeth to bite and pulll down the zipper and undid the belt. I wanted to feel his naked cock but I didn't want to let it go from my grip either. So I used my teeth and tongue to shed layers of clothes til i finally got to his boxers. As I slid my tongue under the elastics to make enough room to bite, I tasted his sweat and precum. The taste and smell gave me a rush of instant hunger and I couldn't stop from licking and rubbing my nose all over his stomach and cock and upper thighs. After the uncontrollable hunger subdued, I continued to free his cock but as I started to pull the eleastic of his boxers with my teeth, his big cock sprang itself free and smacked me right on the nose, making my eyes tear a bit. But my tongue wrapped it around quickly to squeeze more of that delicious precum and my lips parted to swallow it down as I have seen others do. I took my time and it took few re-positioning but I was eager to take it all the way down to the balls and I finally reached the base of his cock. As I felt shortage of air and tried to pull out, Robert pushed me down and told me to breathe through my nose. It took few tries til I was able to breathe through my nose and the whole time Robert held my head. Once I was able to breathe through nose, Robert guide my head up and down on his cock. I heard a knock and saw Sam and Jam but I just continued sucking Robert as he guided my head. Then the phone vibrated and it was Josh's face quickly replaced by the young black boy and he watched me deep throating Robert's cock. Robert even held me down to show him how I learned to breathe through nose. Young boy said to Robert, "He's a quick learner. Have you bred him yet?" Josh interrupted and said something about a virgin. I was too busy to hear the rest of the conversation but heard Robert calling the boy James. Robert told me to ride on the other car with Sam and Jam and opened the front door for me. I got out and walked to the other car and got on the back seat. As I saw Roberts car pull out of parking lot, I felt sad and wanted to suck any cock. I started to ask Jam or Sam if I could suck their cock. Jam was driving so Sam got on the back seat with me and he helped me to get his cock out of his clothes down my throat immediately. Unlike his handsome face and friendly smile, he loved to be very verbal and loved smacking my face with his cock. And he started to pinch my nose as I choked on his cock. By the time the car stopped, I was in loved with Sam's cock and how he was giving it to me. So I more than willing to obey Sam as we walked into an adult shop. The owner was fat old black man and from the way they were greeting, they seem to know each other. Sam introduced Jam and me before he told me to go find a butt plug as he continued his conversation with the shop owner. I was clueless what buttplug looked like so I was just browsing when Sam called me over to them. When I got there, I saw the shop owner had his cock out and immediately I wanted to suck it. As soon as Sam told me to suck it, I was down on the old man's cock. Old man held my head tightly and fucked my throat. I just relaxed my throat and mouth not to get my teeth to scratch his cock but occasionally I squeezed his cock with my throat muscle to get some precum taste. The old man's big balls hit my chin as he fucked me and my nostrils were filled with his man scent. I was falling in love with his cock as he continued his fucking. Then I felt hands ripping my clothes and my ass felt cold air. Soon I felt fingers entering my hole rubbing lots of grease then different toys were pushed in and out of me til one was eventually pushed into me till it stretched my hole open widest before it got so smlll that my hole closed down on it. Still I felt the weight of it inside of me and the tip of the object stimulated my prostate if I moved certain way. I started to more my ass around as I continued sucking the shop owner's cock. Then a hand reached around my hole and pulled the butt plug out of me. It hurt a lot as I felt my skin almost ripped open but as they continued pumping it in and out of my hole, I was enjoying the sensation. The shop owner wanted to fuck my face more but Sam told him later as we walked out of the shop. Robert's car was in the parking lot as well and the backdoor opened as we approached. I saw Josh completely naked on the backseat with a huge smile on his face. I hopped in and started to greet Josh while he took out a frozen ice column and placed some crystal rocks in it. Then I felt a pull on my plug and saw that young black boy on the 3rd seat. He had his clothes on and looked very young. He pulled the plug out which made me jump then told me squat over the icicle as he rubbed some lube with his thick manly fingers. I tried to squat over the icicile but i couldn't find the right balance and relax my hole so I could take that massive ice in my hole. Finally the boy told Josh me to hold my legs up and the boy used brute force to jam the ice into me. It burned and hurt and it shocked my body as the cold chilll spread through me. But Josh silenced any screams by shoving his cock into my mouth. And the boy followed to enter the tunnel right behind the ice with his huge hard cock. They both left their cocks deeply imbedded in me the rest of the ride. When the car stopped, they both pulled out of me and shoved the plug back in my hole. It hurt as the plug was very thick at the base but as I started to walk off the pain, I forgot about it and once again I was filled with hunger for cocks.

That last slap HURT LIKE HELL!!! I cursed at him silently under my breath. But at the same time I was loving his unexpected assaults that seemed deliberate and paced. I don't think he was being forceful without reason. It dawned on me suddenly that I was so spun that his slaps were jolts back to reality. My mind was racing as fast as my heart. I wanted him to hit me again when I realized this and was about to whimper a request when the better part in my mind said to let go and let him control the situation. And as my mind raced off in this tangent, my head cleared up, the sting on my face from his double hits fading off quickly, replaced by the sensation of getting fucked. I was still kneeling on the chair, ass up with Harrison behind me. I blinked rapidly trying to gain focus, turning my head around to see Harrison's form blurring and sharpening, then blurring again until he came into focus. Beads of sweat formed on the top of his bald head, the edge of his scalp tinted in that sickening green haze from the fluorescent lighting overhead. The sweat trailed down his handsome face, settling on his beard, collecting into thicker pools of more sweat, dropping onto my ass as he pummeled me, the sweat running down my crack, settling into my hungry hole adding to what little lubrication was being used. This was all happening or I was imagining it in my current state. I shook my head to get some clarity as Harrison fucked me HARD. "Oh fukkk," Harrison groaned again. He pushed in and out, harder, faster, repeating the rhythm that everything before felt like some demented foreplay. I could only moan, my face slick with my own sweat, pressed against the seat, sliding forward and back on the worn leather. I had to turn away, close my eyes and enjoy the ride. At last, I was getting fucked. Harrison fucked with a great rhythm. He was one of those FFuck buddies I always looked forward to seeing. His long thick cock would slide in slow and take its time, as if examining the space it was entering. And once he was completely inside he would rock back and forth only slightly so that his shaft would pull out beyond my inner second ring. When his cock was past that point he would stop about an inch or so away from it. And then, gently, push back in. Then repeat over and over. My inner ring would dilate and contract at the welcome invasion. It was like some unseen magical massage. I was so spun from his father's constant feeding of Tina from earlier that my hole was more than relaxed and inviting. And yet, there was a slight resistance that I must have subconsciously been providing, but just a bit that Harrison could enjoy the little friction. He loved to fuck like this, this second ring tease, as he adjusted his rhythm from slow and gentle to fast and hard, pounding with such force it was hard to keep up with him as I would moan and grunt. And then he would unexpectedly pull out so fast it would take my breath away, the speed and volume of his shaft exiting my hungry hole. He would pause for a few eternal seconds as he knew its effect on me. I was breathing uncontrollably now, almost whimpering, catching my breath from the earlier action and longing for his cock to return. Instead, he pushed his head along my open hole, rubbing his head along the entrance. But he only did his for mere moments before he entered me completely. It was like the son following the father and his earlier cock head tease at the entrance of my hole except Harrison concentrated on my inner ring. Clearly my heightened state and sensitivity was only making this more exaggerated in my mind. I imagined his shaft inside me like a probe, pushing and pulling into a soft, moist tunnel. All the drugs were making me hallucinate to a certain level that visualizing the fuck as it was occurring seemed so natural to me. Sweat continued to trickle down my face, lubricating my cheek as it slid on the chair, my movements driven by Harrrison's thrusts. My face itched. My senses were so heightened the itch got stronger but I didn't have the energy to move or shift my arms to scratch myself. And as that thought passed inside my head, the itch jumped from my face to my left shoulder blade, annoying me in its sharpness and position, now even more unreachable. Harrison continued to fuck me, the long shaft pulling away from my inner ring, pausing for a millisecond before it would predictably thrust back inside me. I groaned in a combination of ecstasy and sharp pain, as the magnified itch now jumped to the back of my neck, the points of burning sharpness now flaring all over me as if sparks were dancing on a fire, erupting from one place to the next. I wanted so hard to stretch my arms, to scratch at myself but all I could concentrate on was the fucking. I groaned some more. The barber circled around me. I heard his footsteps faintly in the distance as if it were across the shop, on the other side of the avenue. Clearly my mind was playing tricks on my perception as I felt his presence in front of me as he grabbed my very short hair, pulling on it hard, grabbing with that large hand, so violently that my eyes blinked open suddenly. I looked at him questioning and silent, my eyes dazed, staring at him. Saliva drooled out of my mouth in slow motion as a thread of it dripped onto the leather of the chair, mixing with my sweat, glistening. My eyes shifted to the pool of my body's secretions on the seat, the highlights reflecting the sickening green sheen of the fluorescent lighting above. And as if on cue, the light overhead snapped again. Harrison continued to fuck me, so lost into his own pleasure that he barely noticed his father coming in between us, his left hand firmly grabbing my ass, the other hand positioning itself, palm-side-down, pushing hard between us with such force that Harrison fell back suddenly, his cock sliding out of my hole so fast it almost hurt from the speed and the unexpected emptiness. He caught his balance as he fell back, his hard cock bouncing up and down. The itch returned, like wildfire, spreading all over my back, neck and face. My heart raced along. "Get the fuck up Boy," the barber commanded. "You're a tucking mess." He stepped away from me, moving towards the corner. Harrison stepped forward and helped me slowly off the chair, as I stood up, trying to gain my balance and composure, facing the mirror across from us. I was a mess. My face and upper body had hundreds of black, tiny scratches, randomly scattered on my upper body. I blinked and my focus came back, the scratches glistening when my chest expanded and retracted from my fast-paced breathing. The scratches were all my trimmed hairs, stuck on my body from the earlier fucking on the floor with the barber. The heat and my constant sweating made my body like a magnet. The hairs were all over me. "Get your sweet ass over here," he commanded, as he stood by the shampoo sink station on the corner. Harrison helped me over with one hand, the other hand grabbing things from the counter. I stepped forward slowly, my balance was still off from all the drugs, the overwhelming sensations, everything. The barber had turned on the water as it poured down the central faucet on an old stained sink. He grabbed a small face towel from a shelf nearby and soaked it under the faucet and twisted it hard, squeezing the water out of it. He kept the water running as steam floated above, dissipating in the haze of the stiff air in the shop. "Come here," he motioned. I stepped cautiously again, not knowing if he would get unexpectedly violent again. I was now at the chair in front of the sink and turned my body around slowly, about to descend on the seat, when I felt that firm hand on my back. "NO," the hand was applying hard pressure on me that I could not move. "I didn't say you could sit. Stay there. Keep standing and stay still." My breathing became rapid again that all I could do was close my eyes. WACK!!! The slap was familiar and yet new. It wasn't his hand but the towel, moist and HOT. My sensations went into overdrive as the sudden burn of the the moist terry cloth texture slid along my upper back, the weight of the water that hadn't been squeezed out of the scratchy towel made it drop quickly down the center of my back, towards the top of my ass, a streak of fire and heat drawing behind its sudden descent. I gasped, eyes still closed, the burn of the towel mixing with my inner heat that had been building and building inside me and in my hole. He caught the towel before it could fall on the floor and ran it under the faucet again, squeezing the excess water out of it. This time he didn't hit me with it as I felt him place the hot towel on my back, the sudden heat now welcome and soothing as he firmly rubbed it all along my back, cleaning me, wiping away the hundreds of little sharp clipped hairs. He repeated this over and over that the moist roughness of the terry cloth material felt like a million tiny fingers scratching away the burning itch from before. I could only exhale in relief, opening my eyes, focus coming back as I saw Harrison fidgeting by the counter beside me. "Now you can sit," he held the chair as I carefully sat down, looking up at him for reassurance and some silent guidance as I realized the back of the chair was much lower than normal so that my upper body was at a 30° incline when I sat down. The back of my neck touched the cold porcelain of the sink and despite the heat and humidity of the shop, the sudden frigid sensation made me jump a little, almost like the earlier sensation when the sharp razor blade made contact with my sensitive skin around my asshole. His large hand caught me as I jumped up an inch or two and he firmly pushed me down, back on the chair, the back of my neck making contact with the cold, wet surface again. He grabbed the towel, moist and steaming, and placed it on my chest. The suddenness of the heat made me gasp as I swear my heart jumped. But it lasted a mere second as he firmly rubbed the hot towel on my chest and lower torso, cleaning me, wiping the trimmed hairs and the sweat from last few hours. My breathing started to pace back to normal as whatever pleasurable tension seemed to melt away. I stared straight up at the ceiling noticing the darkness seemed to gather at this corner. I saw his face loom overhead, a look of fondness mixed with disdain stared back at me. I felt the hot water now at the top of my head as his large hand appeared in the foreground, getting larger and larger as it approached, falling out of focus as I closed my eyes, the heat of the water, cupped by his hand, now pouring on my forehead. I felt Harrison grab my legs and lift them from the floor, spreading them wide as he rested my thighs on the arms of the chair. My ass was now exposed as I suddenly felt his cock enter me with such force that my head fell further back on the sink, hot water splashing on my face. The barber's large hand now poured the water on my head so I couldn't open my eyes. He washed away what hairs were on my cheeks, nose, my entire face. I felt a sudden burning inside me and realized Harrison had coated his cock with more Tina, providing a special delivery booty bump. He pushed in deep coating my inner tunnel then pulled out at the entrance of the second ring and gyrated his hips clockwise and counter-clockwise, making sure to coat my insides thoroughly. The heat inside me started to build quickly, that familiar burn magnifying that I realized he gave me a large amount of crystal with his feeding. It was slightly scary as I felt so drugged up already. It was also quite beautiful as that familiar wave started taking over me, wiping away whatever minor apprehension I was holding inside me, my legs spreading more, silently offering an invitation. My head relaxed, descending further into the sink. I could feel the water around the back of my head, a pool of warm water accumulating in the bowl. My eyes were still closed, now favoring the comfort of the warm water around my head and the other heat emanating from my hungry manhole. My head lowered another inch that I could feel water entering my ears. I could only hear the echo of the water from the faucet splashing around my head, the sound dulled and softened as if audio could blur. I felt the weight of my head increase as if my mass had suddenly doubled, my head sinking further under the water, warm liquid now entering my nostrils. His firm hand scooped me up from the back of my head and lifted me above the water's surface. I blinked my eyes open suddenly, coughing uncontrollably as I had taken water in through my nose. I blinked rapidly again, seeing his face, large and over me, the earlier look now replaced with silent lust and momentary concern. "Now open your mouth, and take several deep big breaths," he instructed. The brown bottle of poppers appeared, open and held by his other hand. He tilted my head up at an angle for me to do as he instructed. I looked into his eyes, blinked again, the heat of the water around my wet head comforting me, the heat in my hole taking over me. I sucked on the tip of the bottle without my lips touching the glass. "Do more," he instructed. I breathed in deep several times and closed my eyes. A second elapsed. My head descended, now weightless, back into the water, liquid filling my ears as I felt his firm hand guide me, control me, its strength now mixed with flowing water, making his hand soothing, relaxing. His other hand, now free, touched the bridge of my nose and pinched it tight as my entire head was now under the surface of the water. The sink was now filled with the warm soothing water and all I could hear was that blur I was imagining in my head. The sound of the water cascading from the faucet, splashing on the collected pool in the basin of the sink was creating what sounded like soft, rounded echoes. It was only magnified in my heightened state. I had taken deep breaths as he had instructed so being immersed completely under the water's surface was not alarming. On the contrary, it was soothing. It didn't hurt that the massive booty bump had now taken effect, rising from between my legs, climbing up my torso and washing over the rest of my upper body in the same way small tides of hot water washed over my sunken face. I breathed slowly and methodically, the poppers hits now adding an extra layer of sensation. I was breathing in and out of my throat, recycling what oxygen I had inhaled with the large hits of poppers, reusing the chemically-infused air that I could sense my head getting lighter and lighter. In between my legs the thrusting got heavier and more rapid, harder, more violent. I could feel my head rocking back and forth, the back of my neck sliding against the wet porcelain of the sink, the top of my head banging against the other edge. Hot water splashed all around me, hitting me on the neck and upper chest, sudden shock waves of liquid heat so hot it felt like a volcano exploding lava around me. And I was finally getting fucked. No more cockhead tease. No more inner ring massage. This was the real thing. Harrison fucked hard and rapid, random in his rhythm that my hole could not anticipate the next move. And everything felt so open and relaxed as if I were backfloating on the Pacific Ocean, warm waves washing over me. I felt my head sink further into the water, moving slightly from side to side and back and forth as Harrison continued to fuck me hard. My neck relaxed even more so my head titled further back that I could feel my chin rise from the water's surface. The sensation on my hole was nothing but pleasure, a vessel to receive what was entering it without restriction. His cock fucked me furiously as I lost sense of time, riding it and the waves I was floating on. And somehow in these long, eternal seconds I was still breathing from my earlier inhale. But then that oxygen ran its course and I instinctively felt the need to breathe. The barber's firm hands were still keeping my head under the water, the weightlessness now quickly fading as I tried to push up to the surface for air. He sensed my sudden anxiety and kept his firm hand pinching on my nostrils in place, pushing my head down with force so I could not get to the surface of the water. My eyes instinctively opened, blinking rapidly, stung by the heat of the water, a sudden panic taking over me. I closed my eyes in defense and tried to force my head up in vain. His hand was too strong. And in between my legs, another force, hard and continuous was causing a contrasting situation. Harrison's furious fucking was mixing with my heightening panic that the pleasure seemed to be folding into a strange sense of pain. And yet, I was enjoying this new evolving ache that was beyond my measure. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster and I could swear I heard it under the water, muted and softened in that strange echo. I tried to move my arms in protest but even that was in vain as Harrison held me down while he continued to fuck me hard with abandon. An all too familiar blackness suddenly surrounded me. My head and body now seemed weightless, sinking. The echo of the sounds under water seemed distant now, fading off beyond reach, like a vanishing whisper, muted by unseen shadows. F A L L I N G . Oh no. Not this again...

(The boys and men of the the brotherhood and dirty old man Nate) His friend took James' place and bred my hole once or twice before he told me to get dressed and he was taking me back. I didn't have time to clean my hole so I felt like I could smell cum all over my body. Soon as we walked down the street, I found out that I actually did smell like cum as some boys pointed it out to me as I passed by them. Finally I one boy grabbed me and led metro the alley way and wasted no time to fuck and dumped his cum in my already cum filled hole. That was the start of a long hard breeding session as little by little blk boys and men came to breed my hole one after another. Sometimes I got two in my hole at he same time. At first, I checked out the guys before they started to fuck. But as I got more cum filled, my mind was filled with more sexual hunger and wanted all the cocks I could get. Finally Robert got hold of one of the boys and asked him to bring me to his house. So he led me to Roberts place after he bred my hole. As Roberts door opened, I felt at ease to be back with him. And this made my body relax too much as nasty cum started to run out of me in heavy volume. It wet my shorts and my legs as started to run on to the floor. Robert called for Matt and told him to take me to Nate and closed the door after us. Now I felt lost as I walked behind this scary yet sexy man. Yesterday I felt so loved as I was James' whore and now I felt so dirty and so low. Finally we reached some seedy rundown building site and walked over the pile of dirt and broken fence til we found a group of homeless men. As I looked around, I saw two black men and a white young man. They all had very little clothes on this very hot summer night. They weren't very attractive and frankly one of the black man was quite repulsive looking. But they all had big sized man cocks bigger than most that fucked me tonight. And the ugly man had the largest by far. Matt pushed me down on the concrete rubble and started to slap me hard like last time. Familiar feeling of fear and respect rose in me. He shoved his cock in me with one push and as my body shook with pain and fear, he invited the guys to come and take his gift fit them. They wasted no time and started to beat and rape my body with their stinky hard cock and filled my holes with piss and cum. I was surprised at the young white boy's strength as I was fucked by black boys only for few weeks now. As he fucked me and beat me up, I was realizing that he could be handosme if he cleaned up right. And shortly after his first cum, I was whimpering " I love you" to him. It seem to fuel his violent side as he started to beat me more and used more force when he raped my holes. As his cock seemed to grow bigger and harder, I assumed he enjoyed my confession of love for him. Whenever my mouth wasn't being used, Matt fed me some drugs. Pills, bottles of gas to inhale, a pipe etc. I kept on taking everything as he fed them to me. Matt stayed with us til he came over my face. He stood over me and sprayed my whole body with his piss before he left. My new white boy lover started to spray his piss on my body over my matts piss. They laughed and " the last one to mark him with piss gets to own him" and started to piss little at a time to last. Their piss and their body was reeking and soon I was smelling the same way. I was covered in piss and cum and some blood as my soft skin was being ripped and cut from the bottles, cement etc. but I didn't complain to them as they showed no slowing down of their abuse. It was the worst when the old man Nate and white boy finally succeeded in double fucking me since their combined smell was really foul. I think I passed out at one point and woke up with both of them still inside of me even after their piss and cum ran down all over both of them. My white boy seem to got his violence out of him as his handling of me was more passionate. But Nate was still very violent. I stayed with them for days. My white homeless boy was my lover as he slept above me whenevr nares cock left my hole alone. Nate kept his huge cock inside of me mostof the time and his huge cock never slipped out of me cuz he was still bigger soft than most men hard. I was filled with bates piss and cum for days. And as he fucked me on the ground near his went to bathroom, I also had some of his shit on me as well. Now I unsderstood why men like James would t want my dirty nasty body any more. And was grateful to have Nate and the white boy for fuckign me. Finally Matt picked me up and took me to a car wash to rinse off the filth before he stated to drive me back to NYC.

I find that getting fucked standing is the best position for resolving this. I like getting fucked bent over with my feet apart and working the top's cock with the muscles of my hole. However, when my hole becomes really loose and I'm getting fucked by a top whose cock is not as thick as guys who have fucked me earlier, I'll switch to keeping my feet closer together and bending me knees more. I have a fairly deep crack and when my hole is really loose, I'll change from using the muscles of my hole to using the muscles of my asscheeks and flexing them more. I try to determine whether the top wants a loose fuck or a tighter fuck and I adjust myself to accommodate his cock.

The responses in this thread were great to read. I used to aim to keep my hole tight because I had always thought that's what tops wanted. But I've since gotten into having a loose hole. I like a top's reaction when he fingers my hole and he gives that look that says he knows I've already been fucked. I think it can also be very hot to openly discuss the looseness of a bottom's hole, particularly in a group situation. When everyone knows this information, I feel a mix of embarrassment and pride but also a sense of appreciation that my hole is being both used and talked about.