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I was at a party last Saturday night. It was a fuck party with about 40 guys. There was one really hot young guy around 20 Swimmers built with a huge dick. Any way I played and sucked and was fucked by a number of guys. When it was time to go the host asked if I wanted to crash there for the night I said sure and found a bedroom to crash in . I fell asleep and next I looked it was about 6 am. It was then I felt someone playing with my ass. It was the hot guy with the swimmers build. He said he liked to get off early in the am and would I mind. Hell no. He played with hole for a while and then I saw him lubing up. He asked if he could fuck me. I said sure He also said he did not like rubbers so would I take it bare I said sure and in one motion he shoved he huge dick deep in my hole.He fucked me for a while and I could hear him breathing harder He said he close and did I want him to pull out to cum I grabbed his hips to pull him deeper and then he have out a groan. I felt his cum flooding me. He stayed in until he went soft. He pulled out and said thanks I felt the sheet under me and it was full of his cum. Hope he comes to the next party

I've got a friend who was pretty tame in his sex life when I met him. Then his boyfriend pozzed him by accident - neither of them knew he had it. Now this friend is a major whore, and I observed him get pounded by at least 12 guys in one night.

Visiting neg vers to Body Zone Bath house detroit this Saturday Dec 1... was hoping to get a little poz cum

This Pm. Got tagged by my friends H, T, and M. H&T are muscle daddy tops who I've known for years; M is a 30something yo Dominican with a thick d and a juicy dad bod. They all took turns on me and im laying in my bed with 4 loads Gotta go... my fav btm just arrived. I'm going to pound him out. He's sucking me off now as I type

Part 7 I was just laying there in a complete daze, wondering what the hell was going on and too drunk to care. I was barely aware that this new guy who had come in had taken off his clothes. Then he had climbed on the bed and was taking my clothes off of me. My arms and legs just were too heavy to lift up and try to stop him. I know I had to have had a silly grin on my face. I was soon naked and the guy was between my legs and lifting them up over his shoulders. Then I finally managed to look down and my drunk mind told me that looked like a snake coming between my legs towards my ass. I just knew that couldn't be and started to laugh just as it came into contact with my hole. I was so fucked up, I thought, that stupid snake must be thinking it has found its burrow. Then, the head of it entered my well used and cum filled hole. I gasped at the huge size of that going in me and was getting ready to scream when the guy lowered his head down to mine and planted a kiss on me, stifling the sound. Then he just shoved the whole thing into me in one thrust. I could not even get a breath as that monster tore into me. It had to be ripping my ass apart and I couldn't even get enough air to scream, just my mouth flopping open and then his tongue was deep inside me too and I couldn't make a sound if I could have. He held still for just a few seconds and then started to pull out but only until the head was still inside me and then another slam back in. I raised my ass straight up in the air and almost threw him off, but he held on and was balls deep in me again. Then the onslaught began in earnest. He pummeled my hole mercilessly. I could only moan and gasp around his tongue in my mouth and then the sensation of my prostate being rubbed hard hit me and the pain was intermingled with intense pleasure. My eyes were watering from the pain but my ass was finally loving the attention and I felt my cock spring up to full hardness. He was tearing into me harder and faster and then he leaned up a little breaking off our kiss and looking me in the eyes, told me he was not going to last long as my tight hole was too much for him. I just nodded, not able to speak or hardly breathe yet. He rammed me hard for another good 5 minutes and then clamped his lips to mine again for a lingering tongue entwining kiss. Then he leaned back again and said, "Here comes my cum, man, get ready as it is going to be a lot and very highly toxic as I have never been on meds." I looked at him questioningly as he said that. His face changed then and he asked, "You have no idea what we are talking about, do you?" I shook my head as best as I could, whispering, "Not a clue what you mean." He got a really funny look on his face and said, "OMG, it is too late now, I'm coming in you and it is toxic because I have AIDS, man." I felt him shaking and I was so stunned I could not move and then my own cock erupted cum all over us both. The drunkenness almost disappeared as I realized what had happened and all I could do was whisper to him, "How the hell did that happen?" He just stared at me in disbelief. He then said, "I thought you knew, OMG, I am so sorry, but damn, that was the most intense climax I ever had." I could only nod as I think it had been mine also. Now what the hell do I do. This guy told me that every guy that had fucked me had HIV and as far as he knew none were on meds right now. They were all highly toxic and I was filled full of their cum but good. I just laid there in a daze, not really, I suppose, even realizing what had actually happened nor what to do. Then, the guy moved against me and I could tell he was hard again. He looked me in the eyes, again and asked, "Well, what do you think? You already probably have 6 or so loads of cum in your hole now. Want another one? I am ready and I think it is hotter than hell what has happened." I had no idea what to say, I only nodded not knowing why. Then he was moving over me and his mouth came down on mine as he raised my legs up and his cock slithered in my sloppy hole. His huge cock still hurt some but when it hit my prostate, I moaned out loud and told him, "Do me, I don't know why, but fuck me hard." He did just that.

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

After a few years into my relationship, i started looking on gay websites (good old gaydar). I got a huge rush from doing what I wasn't supposed to be doing. No harm done though, after all, looking is not cheating. I did feel guilty to start with, but it slowly were off and I found myself doing it more frequently. Chatting to guys was a huge turn on, arranging to meet was very exciting. Most guys were quite happy arranging that vague meeting...later...that neither of us would ever check back with each other and so it would never happen. But eventually, I would come across genuine guys that were up for it for real. I always felt guilty having to make an excuse as I did not really have the courage to meet. Sometimes, I told the truth, specially if the guy was really nice. Other times, it was easier to ghost (Yes I have done that), or find some silly excuse. Over time, I started to need more than just chatting. The thrill was in arranging a meeting. I m not proud of this, but I arranged three meetings I didn't turn up to, I just watched the guy from a safe distance (terrible, I know). Things started to change after an occasional encounter. I went on holiday with my partner to Sitges. We were both sunbathing on the gay part of the beach (not the nudist beach). I was 28 back then, my partner was 32. We had been together for 5 years. Sex was starting to slow down between us. I spotted this guy lying a few meters from us. He was reading a book written in French on the cover. He was in his upper forties. Light brown hair. He had a good body, not muscly, but lightly defined. I guess he caught me looking, he smiled. I smiled too. My smile encouraged him to put his hand on his cock. He was wearing read swimming shorts. They were short and not very tight. I kept on smiling, and licking my lips at that stage. He run his fingers across his now hard cock to show me he was hard. My partner was lying next to me, facing the other way. The guy motioned trying to ask if he could come and lie next to me. I signalled No!! With my fingers. I also pointed to the guy next to me and to the ring on my finger. He laughed and put his tongue out. He pointed to his ringless finger. And pulled faces suggesting I was naughty. He then took his hand to the inside of his legs and let his hard cock peek through the side. He used his book to make sure the show was just for me. His cock was nice, about 7 inches and uncut. I was hard and dripping pre cum in my Speedos. I felt as if my body was on fire. I was literally burning in desire, lust. He started to signal that we should go somewhere. It was my first time in sitges and I had no clue of where to go. I was also scared he didn't understand my situation and would give it away. My partner turned to me to sunbathe another side. He covered his cock and looked cool. We could no longer flirt or try to communicate with that set up. He moved, so he would escape my partner line of sight. I switched sides with my partner to be able to see him. He signalled that he was going to walk and I should follow. I was so horny by then, I said ok. He stood up and started walking towards the restaurant at the beach front. I said to my partner that I needed the toilet and would be back in a bit. I followed him to the restaurant, when we were away from my partner's line of sight he came to talk to me. I panicked and didn't talk, just asked him to follow me. I rushed towards the men's toilet but before getting there I saw the disabled toilet and went in. He followed me there and locked the door. My heart was racing, I was so worried my partner would find out. I said a weird hello, he said something in French and reached for my cock. I reached for his and he pulled his shorts and my Speedos down. His cock felt hard and hot in my hand. I said I didn't have much time. He said 'taste' and pointed to his cock. I went for it... it tasted salty but nice. He got me up, I said I needed to go. Even tho I was so horny, I was truly scared. It was irrational, but I was worried my partner would be outside the bathroom door (He was not). He turned me to the wall and got close behind me. I knew where this was going but I was sure it would not, it could not happen. There was no time. Yet, I didn't try to get out of his way. I bent forward and pulled my cheeks apart with my hands (profile pic is me by the way). My saliva got his cock to slip through my cheeks getting his cock head close to my ass. His foreskin rolled back allowing him to go further. When his cock head pushed up against my ass lips I let go of my cheeks and started wanking. It felt great, but I came very quickly then froze and I tightened my ass lips denying him entry. He was trying hard... but so was I. This game only lasted about a minute, but I can safely say I truly enjoyed every second of it. I think I only managed to hold him off because he had no lube and my ten seconds suck didn't get him wet enough. After he reached my ass lips, we were pretty much dry humping. That was, until he came, right in between my ass cheeks... right up against my ass lips. I honestly cannot get over the feeling. This experience has deeply influenced my sex life. I thought we were done when he started to sound like he was going to cum. It was nice having his hard cock teasing my ass, trying to get in. I was ready to go. He was pushing really hard up against my ass when I felt the first squirt - It was warm. He pulled back slightly and squirted again. That felt slimey pulling back, the warm squirt felt good. He pushed his cock against my ass. How easy his cock slid between my cheeks caught me off guard. It took a lot of clenching to keep him out, I felt I had to defend his slippery assaults. I mostly did! In no time his cum was running down my legs. I quickly dried my legs. I asked him to hide behind the door and I left. He left the toilet a few minutes later. I led next to my partner. He led a few metres away from us. That was the first time I went further than chatting. I am thinking of posting other adventures. Let me know what you guys think... also feel free to share your own cheating experiences.

OMG What Did I Do? chapter 23 How it Started Part 13 How the Hell Did That Happen Part 8 New Owner Part 49 Coming soon to a page near you. LMBO plus am reviewing my story The Hitcher to see about getting new chapters going there also.

I converted to POZ less than a month ago and one of the agreements I had with my Breeder was that I would fuck my newly charged nut into a neg boy of His choosing. I never topped in my life but by being made to breed that neg hole, something went off in my head, maybe it was the bug effecting my brain, that I have a duty to help other guys fulfill their gay destiny and become POZ. I even found a will barboy to swap fucks with and he's been taking my newly POZ seed for a couple weeks now and I've been taking his neg but converting loads. Another member on here helped me to realize how special and powerful my new loads are and it's my duty and obligation to gift my POZ seed to other guys to keep the bug brotherhood growing and to keep getting new strains fucked into my POZ hole to make my nut even stronger and more toxic. So yea, becoming POZ does make me more sex crazy to keep taking POZ loads and to spread mine. POZ seed really is a gift!

This was my first cock in over a year. It was also my first bare cock, and oh, it was also my first creampie. It was an army guy with an eight and a half inch cock. I had been talking to him for a while but we couldn't match our schedules. In addition he repeatedly said he just wanted a blow job, whereas I continually pestered him to take my bareback virginity, enticing him by describing my smooth hole, and suggesting if he wanted I was prepared to dress a girl, and even had a wig at m disposal. Finally our schedules coincided, and we were both free. Again he asked to see my boypussy, so I sent him pics, at the same time providing my address. He immediately drove over. I never had more than 7" before so I told him we can try to make it fit. I had given him the building code so when I heard a soft knock on my door I knew it was him. Opening the door, I admitted him, gesturing to the bedroom where he unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants and presented himself. Words were superflous. Dropping to my knees I sucked him at a steady pace. Because of the tapered shape of his seriously thick shaft it actually fit okay in my mouth although I have no deepthroat abilities. A few times he pushed me down or I pushed myself down to the base until I was gagging as much as I could, but for the most part wasn't forceful. He didn't need to be. It was the obvious order, man and sissy. So after a while he asked "all cleaned out?" but I honestly didn't understand what he was asking, although eventually I got the gist of his question. Instructing me to lay on the bed, I slipped my panties off leaving just garters and stockings so he could lift my dress up and enter my ass. I spread my legs wide and held onto the pillow and he didn't hesitate at all. Squirted some astroglide and fingered it into my hole and pushed in. He was huge which I could feel but it was obviously smoother than with a condom. It was still painful because of his size and he wasn't wasting any time raping my hole or letting me get used to it although I'd stretched out a little before but with a dildo that his cock dwarfed. I asked him to go slower but after a little bit my muscles relaxed and gave out and he could open me up more. He seemed really eager and was just using my hole, not really humping me or handcuffing me or anything. After using my ass for a few minutes he remarked "I'm gonna cum soon." Upon hearing as much I was somewhat releaved, and the pain of his cock subsided, almost as if my body could see the light at the end of the tunnel. Oddly I think I even felt a bit sad the fuck was coming to an end. Much effort had gone into making this occasion happen. I asked "Are you cumming in me?" He affirmed and let out a groan as he flooded my ass for the first time. I couldn't feel it physically but I felt so happy my hole could please this man's elephant cock and loaded balls. Afterwards he just wiped me and himself down and put his pants on. Now that I think of it he never took his shirt off, and went to his car leaving me on the bed, his load dripping out of my ass.

This morning in Las Vegas construction site. Near my condo, a new set of condo buildings are being built. Over the past couple of weeks I have been cruising 3 Mexican laborers. They have watched me and talked about me as i watch them. I would stroke my ass thru my shorts or rub my crotch. They usually jabber to each other quietly as they continue to work. This morning I was out of bed at 5am and showered and douched thinking i would go to the ABS and then noticed that the 3 Mexican workers were already outside of the new condo construction . Very early and no other workers around. I put on some very loose clothes and opened my garage door and wandered out past the construction. All 3 of them got out of their truck snd ducked into the construction building. One was clearly visible and when i got close, motioned for me to come inside. Once inside, 2 of the 3 had their cocks out and stroking. Uncut. Hairy and hard. THEY were all over me. In broken English 1 asked me if my pussy was nice. I dropped my sweatpants and exposed my pussy to them. I got 3 loads of Mexican babies inside my pussy. As i left the building the oldest one said to me he needs pussy everyday to make him work better. Looking forward to tomorrow morning!

Two days later, an hour after another cleaning out with Samuel and Jamail, the Gray Man came to Ben in his spartan room. He gestured for Ben to remain on his narrow bed. Ben wondered, with apprehension, what the demand would be this time - the shelf set into the wall next to the bed already held an array of phallic object of increasing size that had been used to penetrate his anus unannounced at random times of the day and night, sometimes without lubrication. Yet these had always been brought by the Gray Man's servants, never by the man himself. "Hello, Benjamin," said the Gray Man. "You're looking well today. John tells me that you produced nearly 30 milliliters of semen during the milking exercise yesterday. That is very good, although I believe you can do better." Ben shuddered slightly. The "exercise" had been excruciating - John had bound him to a web of ropes on a basement wall and masturbated him continuously without respite through five orgasms. Ben had thought he would lose his mind when John paid no heed to his pleas that his cock was too sensitive after cumming. The Gray Man reached out and ran his hands over the tissue-like fabric of Ben's shorts and shirt, brushing across his cock underneath and finding it hard. Ben had found that his cock had been hardening unbidden lately whenever one of the other men approached; he did not understand why. Feeling it, the Gray Man grabbed hold of the fabric with both hands and ripped it, exposing him. He did the same with Ben's shirt, revealing taut nipples. "Promising," the Grey Man said. "I think you will benefit from today's activity, which will be a tutorial on focus." He clapped twice, and Samuel and Jamail appeared through the doorway. The Gray Man nodded to them, and walked out, leaving them to raise Ben up, strip away the remnants of his clothing, and lead him to a new room on the second floor. This room contained nothing except two objects at the very center. The first was a stool. The stool had a round seat with a round hole in its center and metal rings halfway up the legs. The second object was a metal bar suspended from the ceiling above the stool. Dim red light illuminated the area, making Ben think of heat, of flesh, of blood, of carnality. Jamail seized his arm with one hand and expertly inserted a lubed finger into Ben's anus, slicking up the hole. Samuel took each of Ben's wrists and ankles and snapped on a set of leather cuffs with metal rings. They then led Ben to the stool and had him sit on it. Once seated, they lifted his ankles to the rings on the stool legs and linked the rings with the rings on his cuffs so that his feet could not touch the ground. Then they lifted his arms to grab hold of the bar above his head, and attached his wrist cuffs to the bar so he could not lower them. Then they disappeared behind him where he could not see, and began working on something related to the stool. After a time, Samuel and Jamail left the room, and everything went quiet. Within a few minutes, Ben noticed something lowering itself from the ceiling in front of him, spider like, in front of his eyes, where it stopped and hung, slowly turning. A golden coin. "You are to focus, Benjamin," said the voice of the Gray Man from some speaker, "on the golden coin before you. Let your eyes discover its every detail. Let your mind embrace it, become it. Let the golden coin become a surrogate for your body, suspended freely in space. Let nothing distract you. No matter what you may hear, or sense, or feel, remind yourself, 'I am the golden coin'. Focus." Something clicked and began to whir, like a motor, at the base of the stool. "Focus," said the voice. "Watch the coin. Do not lose focus for any reason." Ben focused on the golden coin. It seemed to grow larger, to begin to fill his field of vision, to pulse with flashes of light. Something touched his anus. "Focus." Something smooth, round, and... thick had begun pushing upward through the hole in the stool, attempting to penetrate him. Ben tensed his legs to raised up slightly. "Nothing is happening. You are the coin. Say it aloud - 'I am the golden coin'". "I am the golden coin," repeated Ben. The thick object kept rising. Ben pulled himself upward a little using his arms by the hanging bar. The whirring underneath the stool grew more intense. "Watch the golden coin, Benjamin. Watch its every move. It is the only thing that matters at all. Focus on it. Drive from your mind any distraction. Remember that you are a golden coin, turning and shining in the air." Ben could raise himself no farther, and the thick object pushed past his ring, given easy entry by Jamail's lubricant. "FOCUS! Focus on the golden coin!" Ben tried to ignore the feeling of being invaded, the burn developing in his straining arms and legs, the stretch of his anal ring, and pay attention to the details of the golden coin. It had a raised edge around its circumference on both sides, and some lettering on... The thick object crept inexorably into his body. He felt his arms begin to weaken. Gravity would soon force him down onto this invading spike against his will. "DO NOT LOSE FOCUS. You are the golden coin." "I am the golden coin. I am the golden coin. I am the... o-hhhhhhhhh...." Ben groaned as the object passed his second sphincter. His arms and legs shook from the strain of trying to keep himself lifted off the stool - he realized they would give out in seconds. In his mind he could see his body sink down onto the penetrator in utter defeat. "FOCUS YOUR MIND. FOCUS ON THE GOLDEN COIN." Ben's arms went slack, his legs could no longer hold him up, and as he sank downward, he felt each millimeter of invasion as the flexible phallic spike climbed inside him, claimed him, owned him. He flung his head back and moaned loudly. Then he felt an uncontrollable pulsing deep in his groin as his prostate succumbed to the pressure and stimulation, and his entire body clenched around that new foreign core and semen poured out of his cock into pool on the floor. In the white haze of his climax, all he could see was the golden coin, turning slowly before him, and he imagined himself as that coin, spinning in the air. He came down from his orgasm to the feeling of the motor reversing, pulling the long dildo out of his ass. Samuel and Jamail had reentered the room and began unlinking him from the stool. Samuel said, "Looked like you lost focus there for a while." He gave a knowing smile. "Don't worry. You'll get to try again."

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

I don't know why I have never posted in this thread before. It's possible the term "star" in the thread title turned me away because I am the furthest thing from a porn *star*. Still, I see a couple of guys have posted who have been in just one or two scenes which describes me perfectly. I did one scene for Natural Born Breeders (it's terrible---I would ask you not to look it up but I know you will anyway) and I am in the Pig Week 2017 video. Rumor has it I am going to be in another video filming at the end of November so that would make for three scenes total. Here's a screenshot from the Pig Week video with me in the middle in the yellow and black singlet:

Hey, pigs -- I'm working on the next part of the story. In the meantime, I figured you might appreciate this little series of photos I shot last night...

Sitting at home I was pretty bored one evening and being a horny 24 year old I decided to hit the gay chat rooms to see what was about. I flitted around from room to room, now I didn't actively engage in bareback sex but I had dabbled once or twice with guys I knew, I clicked on the barebacksex room and looked at the profiles of the men. One in particular struck me 'BigChris', as his profile opened I had a good look through. He was 36, six feet 10 inches, rugby build, extra large uncut, bareback only. The pictures posted of him in jeans with his cock hanging out and unmistakable tattoos on his arms gave me an immediate erection. At only five feet seven inches with average build, brown cropped hair, and okay looking I thought to myself he is way out of my league. Anyway I opened a chat window and sent a message "Great profile." then closed the window and continued browsing. He was also stated at being in east London and I was south east so quite a journey to get from one side to the other, believing that would that. No more that a couple of minutes had passed when window opened from BigChris. Him: "Thanks, what are you into?" Me: "Hi, usual stuff, kissing, sucking and fucking. And you?" Him: "Kissing, fucking, top only, never bottom." Me: "Do you only go bareback?" Him: "Yup, I plough and plant." Me: "Okay, interesting but I am neg." Him: "Poz here and I don't pull out for no one." Me: "That's pretty hot, but probably not for me, but thank you." Him: "Always happy to plant my seed in you if you change your mind. Bye" My cock felt like it was going to explode as I sat in the chair looking at our chat window and jacked off furiously until I shot my load. Well that was exhausting I thought to myself and headed off to bed. I had never considered myself a chaser of poz seed but it got me so aroused thinking about it. Around six months later I decided to flat share with a mate and we got a place just outside Greenwich in south east London. A few weeks after moving in I went on-line and updated my profile location, I then started to check out the local talent around this area. About 5 minutes in a chat window opened from BigChris, I was shocked that he even remembered me and our conversation. Him: "Hello, how are you?" Me: "Hi, I am good thanks, how are you?" Him: "Good. I see you moved to near Greenwich." Me: "Yes, about 10 minute walk away." Him: "Great, I am in Greenwich, would still love to meet you." Me: "I could do daytime at the weekend." Him: "No, I like late evening meets, I only like to cum once a day that way I make sure theres plenty of seed to plant." Me: "You tease, lol" Him: "Come over tonight." Me: "Okay, but let's see how we get on before anything happens." Against my better judgment I had just agreed to meet a poz guy with the possibility of engaging in bareback sex. But lust had taken over and I headed off and found myself walking towards his block of flats. Standing outside the door I contemplated if I should really do this, but my hand had already knocked on the door and I stood waiting. The door opened and and there he stood tall and well built his body almost completely framing the door way as he invited me in. I crossed over the threshold, he had a t-shirt and boxers on and I could see what lay beneath the fabric. We made small talk and sat on the sofa, he arm went around my neck pulling me in towards him as he kissed me tenderly on the mouth. I placed my hand under his t-shirt and stroked his chest, his mouth opened forcing mine to open in unison as his tongue sought mine. We kissed for several minutes then his hand began pushing my head down towards his crotch, my face buried I could feel the stirring to life of his cock. I moved his boxers down to reveal a beautifully formed long thick cock and ample balls, I took the cock in my mouth and began teasing the foreskin as he moaned, leaning his head back against the sofa. Slowly taking more of his shaft into my mouth, I made it a point to apply enough pressure to pull the foreskin back revealing the head. My tongue and lips caressed, licked and sucked gently at the steadily hardening shaft. Pulling himself and me to our feet, he took my head into his massive hands, kissed, and guided me towards the bedroom. His body and power was overwhelming as he stripped me naked and pushed me on to the bed. In no time he removed what clothes he had on and was laying next to me. His face was over mine as he kissed me deeper and with more urgency. I felt my legs wriggling with arousal, my toes curled, and my cock was at boiling point. Through his seemingly endless kisses, my mouth was beginning to fill with his saliva as his free hand was playing with my ass making circling motions around my hole. I let out sigh after sigh at the intense pleasure I was feeling. Slowly he knelt up and flipped me on to my stomach then pulled me up on all fours. I felt him move around behind me. I hear a click and felt a cooling gel being liberally applied to my hole. I gasped and waited holding my breath. Slowly I felt the head of his cock nudging away at my hole very gently. A moan of delight escaped my lips as I felt my ass opening as he pushed his cock in my ass. There was certainly pain, but there was also excitement and comfort from the sensation of his beautiful cock head being buried in my ass. His hands clasped like vices around my hips as he began the long journey of pushing his shaft in, all the way to his balls. It seemed to take an age and every inch caused my head to snap back and moan, my legs shuddered with every stroke that filled my ass. It was beginning to feel uncomfortable, he wriggled his hips and gave one last push and I yelped in pain and felt his balls tapping at my ass. He stayed there for a moment and began slow deep thrusts hardly take his cock out but making sure I felt that he was fully inside my body. He leaned over the top of me and placed his arms either side of mine, still balls deep in me he began to slowly grind his hips against my ass. The sensation was incredible. Involuntarily I shouted "Oh fuck!" Whispering in my ear, he reminded me "I'm gonna plough you and plant my poz seed deep inside, there is no going back now." Reality snapped back and I decided this was not such a good thing. As I opened my mouth to speak his left arm disappeared from view as I felt it tighten around my waist locking me in to position. He laughed as he sensed I had second thoughts and said "A little security to make sure you don't try to slide off when I start planting my seed." His thrusts began to get harder and faster, my moaning and gasping aroused him even more. My body was immobilised and I knew I would not be escaping this. I began to relax and started enjoying the fucking my ass was getting, urging him to go harder. Suddenly he grunted, his hips locked up tight against me. His cock gave an almighty pulse as I felt the warm liquid shoot in to my ass "Fuck" I screamed, another pulse of liquid planting deep inside me. I was in heaven as he continued releasing seed and planting it deep. As he relaxed he collapsed on top of me pinning my body on the bed, I pulled my ass cheeks wider and he gladly obliged and pushed his cock in even further. His cock still buried inside he rolled me on to my side with the arm that had held me in position, pulling me close up to him, his other arm went across my chest. It was obvious I was not going anywhere soon, so I relaxed and fell asleep. We woke in the morning still in the same position and I felt his cock was still where he left it. He kissed me on the neck as he slowly extracted his cock from my ass. I was still in a little shock at how much of a slut I had been. Still, I rose and dressed as I need to head home, shower and get to work. As he opened the door he commented "We will be doing this again."

One man’s blessing is another man’s curse and for me I’ve got more than my share – an extra long dick (just over 10 inches), an extra wide dick (just shy of 8 inches round), and I shoot cum like a farm animal (up to ¼ of a cup a time). Truly. The dick? Well that’s thanks to my father for sure who was even bigger than me and the cum? Well I don’t know, could be him too, but the doctors call it Hyperspermia - a condition in which a man can ejaculate a massive volume of semen and and extra bonus is it comes with a high sex drive - thus my continuous frustration. Sex for me has almost always been a series of one frustrated encounters after another. Fucking size queens hit me all the time bragging how they can take me, how they love big dick, how they want my cum – that is until I split their hole open with just the few inches and then they fucking tap out and run. I’ve never worn condoms; my hyperspermia makes that impossible as the amount of precum I produce makes my dick so wet and slick they won’t stay on. That’s how I got AIDs – splitting bottoms open. I learned quickly a little blood was a given, a lot was expected and for me, doesn’t bother me in the least. For the bottom? Yeah they freak and make me stop. So to get by and try to relieve my constant need to nutt, I’ve sold condoms online full of my cum, made some pay-to-play solo porn flicks of me shooting, escorted trying to give facials or creampies, sold batches of my load to a fertility clinic, and I even created a Tumblr account talking about my curses and thinking I’d document those bottoms I found who could take me and wanted my POZ load. None of that really helped or panned out in the end. Just wasn’t the same. Have I fucked and bred a guy totally before. Yeah, of course, but few and far between and so I mostly have to be satisfied with a little oral, a little ass around the tip of my dick, then finishing off when I am home and alone. I want more, I need more, I need to breed and infect some ass and fill a bottom’s guts full of my cum – why else would God have given me what he did? I had frankly about given up until one day when I received an email: “Good afternoon. I am Dr. Mike. My practice has recently begun a new treatment regimen for some of my patients that I believe you are perfect for. I have many years of developing specialized, treatment regimens for my patients and would like to invite you to come to my office on Monday at 3:00 p.m. for a consultation. There is no fee for the visit or treatment regimen. Please refrain from all sexual activity for at least 48-hours prior to the visit so I can fully assess the volume of your semen output and your ability to ejaculate more than once for comparison purposes.” OK, I wasn’t exactly sure how this Dr. Mike thought he could help me since no one else had ever been able to. I tried to find what I could online about Dr. Mike and there was the standard fare, but his medical specialties did include treatment of HIV, AIDs, and other infectious diseases. What was surprising was how little there was about him. Most doctors these days have social media and site after site. Not this Dr. Mike. He was almost like a ghost – almost – but in digging through some chat rooms on the dark web I did come across a series of stories that mentioned Dr. Mike doing some pretty twisted, fucked up shit that made my dick drool and bounce and I quickly emailed him back to confirm I would be there. Dr. Mike’s office was located in Northeast Washington, DC, in an older brick building. I got to the office and rang the bell as the office was closed for the day. I waited a few minutes and then heard the locks turn, the door opened, and I was met by a man in white coat. Dr. Mike was in his mid 40s I guess, about 5”11, 180, and fairly clean cut looking and I thought handsome. He shook my hand, asked me to step inside, and locked the door. I then followed him through another door and down a hall and his office was like the rest of the building, older and somewhat run down looking. Near the end of the hall he stopped and motioned me to enter an exam room that was somewhat bare except for an odd table contraption bolted to the middle of the floor that was occupied by an apple assed guy. The guy was kneeling on a small bench part of the exam table on a pillow, with his chest on the table, his arms forward and his head resting on its side. A leather hood was strapped to his head, hiding his features and all that could be seen were closed eyes, his nostrils, and mouth that was slightly agape, relaxed. Leather straps wound around his calves, thighs, and he looked like a big Z splayed out. The next thing I noticed were several Polaroid Cube cameras attached to the metal table and on several small tripods all pointed to the guy’s ass from various angles. Yet, that was not the strangest part. I hesitated as I looked at the IV pole that was at the end of the odd table next to a set of monitors being watched by another man in a white coat who wore a medical mask that was inflating and deflating against his face as he breathed in and out. The other man was speaking softly to the guy on the table, “Time to dream little man.” I turned to the squeak of a metal stool being rolled away from a small table as Dr. Mike pointed to a chair by the door and said, “Please disrobe and sit in the chair here please.” I looked from him, to the other man, to the bottom. I was confused about what was going on but the sight of the that naked body looking like a sacrifice on an altar stirred my deep, dark desires and needs. I sat down in the chair, my naked ass sticking to the leather seat as Dr. Mike rolled himself close and flipped open a manila folder. “Normally I would want to do a full set of labs myself and an exam, but I received a copy of your medical file from your previous doctor and well – both your HIV and hyperspermia are well documented so I figured we should dispense with such pleasantries and get right to it.” My dick started to lengthen. Dr. Mike motioned to guy on the table, “Most gay men wait too long to get tested for rectal cancer. It is best to start young and technology now allows us to test in the office with High Resolution Anoscopy, but it does require anesthesia – a special cocktail of Fentanyl, Ketamine, Propofol, and a few other medications.” What the fuck? I knew what those drugs were, well at least I had heard of them and I looked again at the man in the white coat and the guy on the table. Fuck! They had drugged him and knocked him out! Dr. Mike set the open folder partially on my right leg, my dick now hardening more and stretching down my left. He started to ask me a series of questions and I hesitated and looked at the other man. Dr. Mike followed my gaze, shifted his stool to block my view, set his hand on my thigh in a reassuring manner and said, “Do not mind Dr. Collins,” and with that continued his questions and making the appropriate notes in his folder. “Are you currently off all meds?” I lied and said, “No.” Dr. Mike paused; frowned a little, set his pen in the crease of the folder and with his right hand reached out and grabbed the shaft of my now hard dick. “I need you to be totally honest with me if you please,” he said, “Unlike other doctors you may have seen in the past I need the unvarnished truth and not an answer that you think should be given or that you erroneously believe I may wish to hear. Understand?” I nodded and he asked again, “Are you currently off all meds?” This time I answered honestly and said, “Yes and no. I take them sometimes because…well I had read that if you do that then you can become resistant, and I just wanted to…I...” Dr. Mike smiled, made a note in his file, set his pen back in the folder and reached out again and this time slowly stroked my dick a couple times as he said, “Thank you for being honest. Yes, you can build a resistance and I will draw some blood so we can order a genotype test to confirm exactly which meds you are resistant too and then plan accordingly.” I moaned as his touch made me lose focus, but I blurted, “Yeah but I don’t want to take… or be…I…” Dr. Mike smiled, leaned in a little, stroked my dick a little faster and said, “Oh you misunderstand. Our goal is to INCREASE your resistance and viral count. That is what you want isn’t it?” What the fucking kind of doctor was he? My dick answered for me as it started to drool. The questions from Dr. Mike continued, “Do you use any recreational drugs? Willing to do others? Known STDs besides AIDs? Do you have receptive anal intercourse? Penetrated a bottom fully against his will? I imagine it is difficult given your size. Let me see – yes – I expect only a bottom with years of fisting could naturally take you.” Dr. Mike’s stroking skills were superior, that’s for sure yet somehow I don’t think he learned that in medical school. Dr. Mike continued with his list of questions and it was increasingly difficult to focus. Apparently satisfied, he closed the folder, rolled back over to the small table, grabbed an iPad, flipped opened the cover and showed me a video that had been paused. “This is Lucas,” Dr. Mike said as he tapped the video and it started to play. There was a yellow sticky note on the screen covering the person’s head, but from the wisps of hair that showed and the clothed body whose size seemed to match the guy on the table, appeared to be a shy twink of a guy - young but legal. Lucas had recorded a message verbally affirming he was legal, and his willing to submit to all ‘treatments and procedures’ as prescribed by Dr. Mike and Dr. Collins on that date, among the other stand release and approval statements. The video finished and Dr. Mike said, “I can assure you that the person in the video is the same as the one currently being monitored by Dr. Collins. Patient confidentiality requires that his face be covered even though you are now part of his treatment team. You understand? This is totally anonymous. You will never know his identity, nor he yours.” At the word ‘anonymous’ my dick spasmed and a long line of nutt drool proceeded down my thigh. Dr. Mike smiled in a way that held no warmth or humor. He then tapped the iPad screen a couple times, swiped, and I could hear sound as another video started. Dr., Mike adjusted the sticky note then turned the iPad around so I could see. In this one, the guy was naked, his arms out wide as he did slow turns that showed his hot ass and tiny twink dick. He paused facing the camera and began to speak in the same voice as the first video. The twink stated his first name, stats, and this time the message release statement was not the kind found on any standard form: “My name is Lucas Si…just Lucas. I am of sound mine and judgment and confirm that I have asked for a no limits fuck today. I am aware I may be unconscious and unable to provide further consent, but I DO consent. Totally. I want this. I want to get rape fucked by some big dick and be a total cum dump. Have totally been fantasizing about it for like forever and… well…so today it may happen – I mean will happen. No one is forcing me to do this. I am volunteering and WANT it. I also want it raw, no condoms at all, and understand the guy or guys who may fuck me might HIV+ or whatever. I don’t care. That shit don’t matter to me whatever they got. It’s all good. I’m on PREP so it’s all good. I just…hell! Is that good? Can we get this shit started? I’m horny as shit and need some dick!” Dr. Mike smiled that dark smile again and said, “As you can see. All legal bases are covered no mattered what may come. I am quite proficient in working within the boundaries set by my profession as well as expanding those boundaries as needed. One final note. What would you say – hypothetically of course –if there was an individual such as say someone like this young man you just saw on the video who in their mind can only imagine something like a big hit of G? Imagine how they would feel after the fact becoming aware of the full extent of the ‘party hole’ they went down. Also – hypothetically – wouldn’t it be a shame if the same young man BELIEVED they were on PREP when actuality they were on a placebo combo as part of a blind drug trial they had previously consented to? Especially one in which the results had shown rampant degradation of their immune systems due to other factors prescribed as part of their treatment regimen?” Damn! This was one fucked up doctor and with every word my dick pulsed and continued to stream more precum. I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say or what to do, but my dick did as Dr. Mike reached out, wrapped his warm hand around my pulsing shaft, and expertly stroked it. “I know you have tried to find bottoms that would allow you to POZ them, that would allow you to flood them with your fountain of death,” he said with a calm voice full of confidence in every statement. “I know you have no qualms making a bottom bleed. I know you always hold back when you have intercourse – physically in the act as well as in your ejaculation. That is unhealthy and as your physician, I must provide a treatment regiment that will ensure your full well-being.” I leaned back in the chair and moaned in pleasure as Dr. Mike’s fingers deftly worked my dick as he continued, “You have been given a gift – many gifts – and those gifts need to be shared – and so I offer the first of but many cum dumps for you to use, to mark, to infect, to enjoy in ways you never imagined possible.” I groaned again and licked my lips as my breathing got faster and my heart started to race. Dr. Mike suddenly released his grip on my dick, rolled his stool to the side, grabbed another clipboard, held out a pen with a disarming smile, but an evil glint in his eyes and said, “These are the consent forms for your treatment. Sign and date here – initial here – there.” He flipped the page, “This page affirms that there is no monetary payment due, however there is a co-pay of no consequence that we will address later.” I couldn’t put pen to paper fast enough and once the forms were signed, Dr. Mike rolled his stool back, set the clipboard down, stood up, gestured towards the waiting ass with his left hand and said, “My patient is waiting,” before he calmly walked over and stood by the tied up bottom. Nervously I stood up and followed: my raging dick leading the way and dripping my toxic cum in long drools with every step. Just inches from the unconscious bottom I realized how my dick was perfectly aligned with his waiting hole as if…as if Dr. Mike knew my exact height and other measurements and had planned accordingly. But how? Dr. Mike just smiled and nodded as I tentatively stepped closer, my flesh pressing against the bottom’s. I turned to Dr. Mike who said nothing, but just nodded. I gently reached out and inserted my right index finger between the waiting mounds of twink flesh. His ass crack was totally hairless, as was the rest of his body – whether natural or manicured – it did not matter, it was sexy as fuck! I slid my finger against his puckered ass ring and with but the slightest effort of pressure it slowly opened and sucked my finger in to the hilt. No resistance, no squirming, no fighting. The bottom suddenly let out a low, guttural moan and I yanked my finger back in surprise and shock. Dr. Mike just chuckled and with his hands still clasped in front of him like he was monitoring a science experiment of no regard, he turned to Dr. Collins and ordered, “A little more if you please.” Dr. Collins flooded the IV input with a wave of milky white slumber. Dr. Mike turned and looked at me expectantly. I had never really fucked in front of an audience and the whole situation was beyond fucking strange. Dr. Mike held out his hands, palms up in an apologetic gesture and said, “Given the current treatment, at least this time, I must be here to attend my patients – you and him. In the future – if you decide to continue under my care – I expect that will not be necessary and only Dr. Collins will need to monitor such aspects of your visits. However, my plan for treatment is that – based on your performance – hypothetically of course, that a first treatment may be such as we have today with the patient totally unaware and unconscious. Next time, maybe it will be a lighter sleep. The time after, maybe semi-conscious, but still restrained. The time after that? Who knows? You may find that having your way with someone completely restrained yet fully conscious is more to your – shall we say medical needs?” There was that fucking dark smile again. Dr. Mike was an evil, twisted, son of a bitch and part of me wanted to be just like him! I needed to fuck. I needed to breed that ass and knowing he was knocked out, anonymous, NEG, and that I might infect him sent me to the fucking moon! I stepped closer, lining my dick head with Lucas’ asshole. No, no names – this was just some cum dump – some dirty bottom willing to take any raw dick and I planned to POZ him good. This time I jammed three fingers all at once at that ass ring and just like before it opened, but damage was done. Dr. Mike issued a small chuckle and “Yes!” as I dug my nails into the bottom’s hole, harder and harder, over and over, yearning to break through the walls of his drug induced state to hear him moan in pain and beg for mercy. That never happened, which only spurred me on to finger fuck his hole rougher. I glanced to the side to see Dr. Mike adjust his own hard dick and I smiled. Yeah, that’s right, I could be as twisted as he was, just watch. This bottom would remember the day I bred him and when I finally pulled my fingers out they were nice and red. I then started to slap his ass – full on arm swings – and those apple cheeks went from white, to pink, to red, to shades of purple in no time. God damn I wanted to bust right then! My hand hurt from slapping him so hard and yet not a single moan or sound escaped those pink little lips that protruded from the leather hood over his head. While Dr. Mike was clearly into it, Dr. Collins seemed oblivious and totally focused on his patient and the monitors. Fine by me. I took a step back, slid my right hand up and down my shaft a few times to coat my death rod with my POZ, sticky precum, wiped my hands on the bottom’s sides, then grabbed the two biggest handfuls of flesh that I could and squeezed and dug in. I PAUSED, LOOKED AT DR. MIKE, AND AS HE MET MY EYES I SLAMMED MY DICK THROUGH THE BOTTOM’S OUTER HOLE AND BURIED MYSELF INSIDE HIM! The bottom’s body made no movement at all as I ripped him open. The pillow beneath his legs became stained. While I expected to see the waves of pain ripple through his body, his ass never clenched, never tried to push me out, never fought back. Somewhere between his fresh stab wounds and his brain all nerve impulses just faded away – thank you Dr. Collins! I clenched his flesh tighter in my grasp. I wanted him to be bruised, sore, and it was time to rape some ass. I grunted and growled as I pulled out and slammed all 10-inches+ of my raw dick into my victim’s hole and the more it got wet, the harder I fucked. My balls were bursting, ready to breed and infect this cum dump. My fountain of death was ready to explode like Deep Water Horizon and forever alter the world! I PICKED UP MY PACE, AND FUCKED AS HARD AS I COULD. I WANTED TO RAPE THAT ASS – HURT IT – INFECT IT – BREED IT – FILL HIS GUTS WITH MY LOAD! DR. MIKE WAS RIGHT – I HAD MANY GIFTS AND THIS BOTTOM WOULD GET THEM ALL AND AS I LOOKED DOWN AND SAW MY RED-COATED DICK I LOST IT – FROZE – AND SHOOK AS MY HYPERSPERMIA DELIVERED WHAT FELT LIKE A QUART OF INFECTED AIDS NUTT INTO THAT BOTTOM’S SHREDDED ASS. Oh yeah, in addition to shooting a lot in volume, my orgasm – my real orgasm which have been few and far between – seem to last for fucking ever and by the time my dick stopped spurting and I was able to let go of the flesh clenched in a death grip in my hands, I felt like I would pass out. With my dick still inside his unwilling hole, and streams of ass juice and my cum frothing out around my semi-hard dick, I flopped on top of the twink’s body feeling utterly satisfied for the maybe the first time ever. Dr. Mike was behind me, pressed his body against my naked ass and reached out and laid his right hand on my chest, “Please, if you could just stand back up, we do not want to impede his breathing.” Oh shit! Something about his touch, his body pressed to mine, the feel of his hard dick through his pants … fuck I don’t know – set me off again and I started blowing another load up that bottom’s hole without even another stroke. This one racked me to my bones and every spasm that burned through my body was felt by Dr. Mike who moaned and held me as I POZZED that ripped up ass all over again! When my balls were finally drained, my dick slid out of that beaten hole like a python that had just gorged on a herd of goats and was ready for a long nap. Dr. Mike stepped back, wiped his hands one against the other, smiled and said, “There. Now if you please. Get dressed and I will see you back here next Monday, same time,” and with that he left. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!) (Dr Mike: Biohazard and Healer – all story links here - https://breeding.zone/topic/34692-dr-mike-biohazard-story-links/#comment-384265 )

I don't pnp, and usually don't play with those who do. They often just can't keep hard enough to actually fuck and breed, so what's in it for me? A few weeks ago a guy came over from BBRT. We hit it off right from the beginning. Then he asked if I party - no, but he could. He explained that he's manic and this helps level him and keep him normal. Well I do have to say we had the 7+ hours of the best and hottest sex I've ever had. He fucked me every which way all night long and I loved it. But by 3 AM I was wiped and begged off, asking him to leave, as I had to get up in the morning. He did, has called/texted several times but haven't answered him. The next morning I had to straighten up like my entire apartment as if I'd had an orgy of 8, which I guess I sort of did with him alone. Anyway, I would play with him again in a flash but, at someone else's place, not here. That way I could go, get fucked by him and any buds, and leave when I was ready to. Not have to go on forever and be a zombie the next day. Just my opinion, guys, not passing judgment.

Next chapter coming very soon...

Concerned1: Definitely get on prep, and do not fuck raw until you do. I've been in your shoes a few times. Maybe it's not worth it, but you will fuck again raw. It will happen. And you don't want to go through this anxiety again when you do. I've learned a lot how humans often have a hard time of understanding risk (think of how many people are so afraid to fly despite it being so safe) but regardless, accidents happen. It only takes one poz fuck to convert you. Some people catch it on their first fuck, some on their 500th, but it will happen to you sooner or later. So don't fuck until you get on prep. Jack off as many times a day as you need until you're protected by the pill.

The worst I’ve done is coke while being fucked. Poppers are always good but I’ve never done anything worse. I just love taking raw cock and loads.

I was working in a fast food restaurant that was part of a gas station off the interstate. A hit older trucker came in and ordered from me, we kept checking each other out while he's eating. He comes up and slips me a note saying to meet him behind the building. I go on break and meet him. He fucked the Hell out of me in the little out cove behind the restaurant.

I have belonged to several FB groups in the past for sharing nudes. None of them lasted longer than a few weeks. Some queen gets pissy over something someone in the group did/said and reports the group to FB police for nudity/porn, and they immediately shut the group down and penalize the admin of the group. Every person I know eventually gives up.

Chapter XXII My boy and I looked at each other and started to cry and then fell into each others' arms hugging and crying our hearts out. We had waited too long and now at least 6 of our friends had been fucked brutally by the poz guy and from the pics, we were sure they would each become poz soon. What had we done? It was going to take us a long time to come to terms with this. That poz guy was totally corrupt and we were going to pay dearly for being so horny and curious, even if he did have the biggest, hottest cock we had ever seen before. Now it looked like we were going to join the poz club whether we liked it or not. We hugged and cried most of the night away. We finally fell asleep in each other's arms, but the morning came way too fast. I don't think either of us slept very good at all. My dreams all night long were of a poz cock chasing me all over the place with nowhere to run to or hide. More of a nightmare, except for the huge size of that cock which I wanted more than anything but not the bug that came with it. The days went by so fast but dragging along also. Neither of us could sleep much and we spent most of our time at home hugging each other and crying over what we had to do to save our friends. We knew it was the only choice we could make. We tried to console each other constantly, leading up to the NIGHT. Every day a new email arrived with a pic of his huge poz cock and him telling us how much he was looking forward to Friday night and bringing us into the brotherhood.

Got my results today. The clinic sent me a text asking me to call them. I did, and they told me I was negative for HIV but I had tested positive for both gonorrhea and syphilis. Going to the clinic at 9am tomorrow morning to collect my treatment for both diseases. Quite frightening to think that I have syphilis, a disease which, had antibiotics not been developed, would probably eventually result in serious complications leading to my death (I understand syphilis was the "AIDS of its day"). Getting on PrEP and can't wait.

Fuck I want your ass pig. Breed it when it's filled with cum. Lots of other pigs to watch and swap loads with us. Sucking, felching, piss fucking!

Had a great trip north today... Put a note on Grindr about looking while traveling. Got on in Knoxville while passing through and got hit up by a 30 something guy. Headed by as he was close. Excellent move - sucked his fantastic tasting cock hard and then he mounted me from behind and proceeded to pound and breed my pussy deep. Still have his load in me 8 hours later... Further up the road, a hot college kid hits me up and asks if I wanna stop at a rest stop on 81 - good move again! Sucked him until he blew in my mouth then we kissed passionately with his cum in my mouth until I blew my load jerking him off. Love being a slutty whore!

Ok. Got to ask. So if comdom, what the hell u doing on breedingzone???

Fabulous story. Horny as fuck now

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There are lots of men on here who not only don’t pnp but refuse to play with those who do, for plenty of very legit reasons. Including bad experiences. I am now in the “Hell no” camp myself.

Part 3 So, two days later, late in the afternoon, my doorbell rang. I opened the door to find DeWayne standing there with my casserole dish. "Just returning it, Dave. Thanks so much. I got 2 wonderful meals out of it. I really do appreciate it", DeWayne said. "No problem. Glad you enjoyed it", I replied. "Come on in", I said as I open the door widely. "I don't have much time. Carol will be home shortly. But, I would like to come in for........ he pauses, looking for the right words....... I wouldn't mind a .........a........ a quick blow job". he said with a grin as he walked into my living room. Without saying a word I walked into my bedroom and DeWayne followed. I have an overstuffed chair in the bedroom. I pushed the ottoman out of the way with my foot and told DeWayne to have a seat. I grabbed my poppers from the bedside table and turned to see DeWayne pulling his shorts off and kicking his flip flops off. He sat down on the chair, just wearing his wife beater tee shirt. His cock was flaccid, Hanging down over his large, swollen balls. I dropped to my knees and took his soft cock into my mouth. It didn't take long for his cock to begin to swell, harden and grow to it's full 9"s. I decided to take my time and really enjoy what little time I had to worship his bbc. And worship it, I did. I licked up and down the underside of his shaft. Licked and sucked on each of his balls. Then I lifted his legs and licked his beautiful black hole. When I went back to his cock, I could taste a few drops of his sweet precum as it oozed from his piss slit. I sucked him for about 10 minutes, then DeWayne said, "Show me your white pussy, boy. Show me that tight cunt of yours." I got up, pushed the ottoman back in front of the chair and removed my shorts. I knelt on the ottoman and put my ass up. He spread my ass and rubbed his thumb on my hole. I sniffed the poppers as he massaged my cunt. He spit on my hole and his thumb went up inside me a bit. Then he stood and slapped his hard black dick on my hole. "Fuck, you got a nice pussy, Dave. Wish I had time to fuck it.", he said as he repeatedly slapped my ass with his cock. Then he spit again on my hole and stabbed my hole with his cock. Just the head of his bbc went inside me, then he quickly pulled it out again. He spit a few more times and repeatedly stabbed my hole. Just going in an inch or so. Now he was alternating with slapping my ass, plunging it into me and jacking off. "Fuck, I'm so horny. I need to cum", he groans as he continues to tease my hole. Now he's stroking fast and furiously as his cockhead rubs against my hole. I can hear his breathing getting fast. "Ahhh....... I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna shoot this fucker. Where you want this load? It's coming..........!" he yelled out. "Shoot it on my hole. Cum on my ass. Cum on my hole", I plead. I spread my asscheeks as his cock is furiously being slapped against my hole as he strokes it. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh..........FUCK!", he yells out as I feel his hot cum hit my ass cheeks and my hole. "Yeah! Yeah! Put it in. Put your cock and cum in me!" as I spread my ass open as far as I can. DeWayne slides a few inches into me as I feel his cock throb as his cum continues to flow into my cunt. After just a few moments of emptying his nuts into me, he quickly pulls out and wipes his cock on my ass. "Fuck! Thanks! I needed to get off before Carol gets home. I need her pussy. But, I know she's not going to be in the mood for it tonight. Thanks", he says as he stands and grabs his shorts and flip flops. He quickly dresses as I do the same. We head for the door together as he squeezes my shoulder and smiles. Nothing more was said as he opened the door and headed out towards his house across the street. Damn! I like his wife Carol. But, I sure can't wait for her to go away again.

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

I will start out with one thing in particular that made a huge difference in my life as a top: Exercise, bitch! Seriously, nothing makes me more of a top than when I'm in my groove exercising. And I've found I need a good mix of exercise to be at the top of my game. Ever find you're fucking some hot hole and then all of a sudden your energy level drops to nothing? You need more endurance training, specifically cardio. A good level to shoot for is being able to run or jog (not walk) a 5k. Endurance cardio will turn you into the Energizer bunny. Great for your mood too. Ever find your bottom trying a stifle a yawn as you're plowing him? You need more weight training. Building some muscle, especially core and glutes, will have you slamming your dick into that hole in a way that will absolutely focus any bottom's attention. Bonus: weight training boosts testosterone levels in your body which makes you hornier, gives you better hardons, and bigger loads. Also great for your mood too. Plus exercise will give you confidence and have you walking taller. Gives you a more masculine energy. That instantly makes you more attractive. And your sex will go from "Lay back and think of England" to "Swinging from the chandeliers." Seriously: I'm not a big fan of going to the gym to cruise or to get a body that will land me in porn (though if that's your goal, that's great). I work out for me, partly because I like to be healthy, but mostly because I love how it makes me feel. And I love the results in bed.

I was fucked once in one night by 18 guys in a sex club in Berlin. It was a great night, I got alot of cum inside me.

Other than my first girlfriend, all but a (very) few of my encounters in college were bareback. To be honest, other than seeing them in the stores when I purchased lube, I never really thought about either purchasing or using condoms. That stayed the same while I was in a monogamous relationship, and then I alternated between condoms and bareback depending on my mood and the top. I returned to condom use in the mid-'80s when I started losing friends to what was colloquially termed the AIDS scare/crisis/panic, but even through my own fears and despair, I kept leaning toward barebacking purely from the standpoint of physical comfort. I have a mild latex allergy, and polyurethane condoms weren't terribly common at the time, but I had the feeling -- I can't say "belief," as it wasn't that strong -- that I would at least attempt to make being a receptive partner for anal sex safer. Ironically enough, I had more damage done to my hole during that time by condom use than I ever have by enormous cocks or vigorous, multi-topped sessions. Absent a far more involved discussion of my personal journey than anyone is likely to enjoy yawning through, suffice it to say that science's greater understanding of HIV transmission rates and associated infection vector(s) combined with my access to PrEP has almost completely turned me off of condoms of any type. I will -- if my partner adamantly insists on it -- accept condom use in the beginning, or if it's going to be a one-off encounter, but I also make clear that I find bare not only more enjoyable, but more psychologically fulfilling, and condoms kill both sensation and the mood. I guess you could say I started out barebacking, worked through what I personally felt was a devastating time by resorting to condom use, and then was given the opportunity to return to bareback. And I don't think I'll ever look back.

Part 4 My mind was trying to focus on what the hell was going on, but that 151 Rum had me too befuddled and the fantastic feeling at my ass and the tingle of my cock wouldn't let me focus. I was just really enjoying whatever was going on. It was nothing I had ever felt before. My hole seemed to be on fire with wanting more and more of that licking it was getting. Then that finger seemed to probe a little deeper than it had before and hit something inside me that caused me to raise my ass up higher with a jolt of pleasure. It felt like his whole finger was deep in my ass and tongue was still probing and licking all around it. I was almost ready to bounce. Wow, what a feeling it was causing. Then the finger seemed to rotate, around and around my hole and every time it came around it would hit that one spot and I would moan and jump with pleasure. Then it felt like his finger got bigger, but I kind of thought wait, no, it seemed like he now had two fingers in me and wiggling them around almost like a drum beat on that spot in there, I was definitely bouncing now and actually thrusting my ass onto them even. Whoever this was sure knew how to make a guy feel pleasure. His fingers and tongue were driving me wild and then I was thinking maybe there were more than two fingers in me. I tried to focus more but the booze still had me dizzy, so I just tried to relax and enjoy as I was sure I was getting close to cumming again. It was fantastic and I wanted it, needed it. Then, all at once, as if the person knew it, another hand reached up and took ahold of my cock and squeezed the base of it hard, stopping the sensation of cumming. I groaned, but then his hand let go and the sensations started over again, driving me almost crazy with pleasure. I still had no idea who was down there in the dark, but at this point the need was too great to care. My ass and my cock were both feeling so good, all I wanted was to get off and cum hard. My hole seemed to be stretched more than I thought possible and it felt like there must be more than just two fingers in there, but who cared, it was fantastic and that tongue all around the edges of them and even probing between them at times was formidable. I could not even hold still and was moaning like crazy from it. Then the fingers started going in and out also which was another whole different sensation, getting faster and faster and harder. Sometimes on those in and out thrusts, there was a little pain, very small though, as a fingernail or two would scrape some, but the heavenly feeling overroad that completely. Then I felt the tongue move away from my hole and started to lick its way up across to my balls. The fingers were still digging into my ass but the sensations were growing more intense as I felt the tongue stop and then a mouth took each of my balls in, one at a time, an sucked them slowly and gently, then moved up to the base of my cock and then the tongue came back to tickle lick its way up my shaft and the around the head and then my whole cock was swallowed to the base in one gulp. I felt myself getting ready to cum again, and again, it was anticipated and my cock was released from the mouth and a hand grabbed the base squeezing me hard to stop it. I almost screamed in the need for the release being denied. It was almost agonizing. Then that mouth engulfed me again with a slow up and down bj of pure ecstasy. I was almost continually groaning now from the intensity of the marvelous feelings. I was writhing on the bed and alternating driving my cock into that wonderful mouth and grinding my ass on those fingers in my hole. The fingers were really moving in and out of my hole faster and harder and hitting that special spot inside me and every time they hit it I moaned more. Even the feeing of the fingernails dragging on the outstroke seemed to increase the need to feel more and more and the slight discomfort only made the instroke that much more fantastic. Then I became aware that the person had stopped sucking my cock and lips were gently kissing their way up my stomach and a hand was pushing my t-shirt up as the kisses rose up my body. I quickly let loose of my shorts I was still holding and reaching down grabbed my shirt and raising my body slightly pulled it off over my head and tossed it with my shorts. I became aware slightly that whoever was moving up me seemed to be bare skin against mine too. Then those marvelous lips moved to one of my nipples and the mouth closed on it and sucked it and even nipped it a little with teeth. I groaned even louder. It was as if my nipple was directly wired to my ass and cock and I involuntarily arched my back trying to feed more of my breast. Then the mouth let go and went across my chest to my other nipple and again the same relentless feelings erupted in me. My nipples were tingling, my ass was on fire and my cock felt like an iron bar and I was trembling from head to toe. I never wanted this to end it was so great. The before I knew it the lips were climbing higher up me to my neck, nuzzling and nipping and sucking from one side of it to the other., Then, all at once the fingers dragged out of my hole, causing me to groan again at the empty feeling now there. I couldn't help myself as I moaned, NO, and tried to push my ass lower to feel them again. As I did this I felt something odd touch my hole now. It felt much bigger than the fingers had. This went through my mind as I was telling them to please put them back in, when the new object touched my hole just as I was wrapping my arms around the person and both of the arms grabbed my legs raising them higher as the object poked into my hole a bit. My eyes went wide open then as I finally realize that this person, who had given me more pleasure than I could remember, was another guy. I froze in place, which was my complete undoing then, as HIS cock, I now realized, penetrated my hole and drove deep into me. Being much larger than his fingers it hurt some but when he hit that spot inside me, again involuntarily, I thrust my ass up higher which drove his cock as deep as it could get into my very depths. As his cock bottomed out in me and before I could say anything, his mouth all at once closed on my wide open mouth and his tongue drove almost into my throat. I was so shocked I couldn't move or with his mouth on mine say anything. Then before I could recover his cock started its back stroke rubbing against my hot spot and then back in again. I found myself raising my ass up without knowing how, meeting his inthrust and slapping our bare skin together hard. He then started to fuck me in a rush. The fantastic feelings hit me like a ton of bricks and I found myself moaning with the pleasure and driving my ass back at him on every in stroke of his cock. I could not seem to stop. I wanted this release that was building in me. My cock was throbbing like never before. We drove at each other in a frenzy of lust. Time seemed to almost stand still. Over and over he drove his cock into me as if to push it clear through me and into the bed. Harder and faster and more and more. For a good 15 or 20 minutes we ravished each other. Then he leaned back and broke off the kiss and looking me directly in the eyes for the first time, said, "OMG, I am going to cum. I am going to fill your ass with my seed and you will be changed forever as my toxic cum swims inside you. Take my HIV cum and love it." I was cumming myself so what he said didn't register and being still quite drunk it took a while anyway. I just thrust my own ass hard onto his cock and could feel his throbbing and my own cock was throbbing between us. Then, without warning, the whole room lit up, as someone had come in the door and switched the light on.

PART 2 The first quarter came to an end and I got up to go get another drink real quick before the second quarter started. The two guys were still making out on the other end of the couch and as I walked around them I noticed that one guy had his hand in the other ones shorts. I just kind of smiled at their brazenness and went to get my drink. Upon returning I noticed that now both of them had a hand in the other's shorts and looked like both were hard and also seemed to be pretty well endowed from the bulges showing. The other two guys were paying more attention, I noticed, to watching that action more than the game on TV. I just sat down as the second quarter was starting and didn't turn that direction again as the game was close and whenever one team scored the other one did too, keeping it tied up. Halftime arrived with the score tied up at 21 each. A good tough game. I got up again to get another drink and see what my friend was up to. As I turned to go, I again noticed that both guys were stroking the others' cock in their shorts. Damn, they just don't stop. I went and got my drink and found my friend. She was really drunk by now and leaning heavily upon her girlfriend, When she noticed me she smiled and asked what I had been up to. I told her I was watching football on her TV and she seemed to have a couple of guy friends sitting on the other end of the couch deep in a lot of playing themselves. She just laughed. We chatted for a bit and I had another drink and talked to a couple of her other friends too. Then I told her I had better get back to the game as it was a good one. She laughed again and said, "Yeah, right, you just want to watch the closer game." I just laughed at here and got another drink and went to watch the second half. The second half kickoff was just reading as I got back. I noticed that now, though, one of the guys on the couch was now on the floor with the other guys cock out and sucking the hell out of him. I almost tripped when I saw that, but quickly just got to my seat to watch the game. I took a quick look over at the end of the couch to see if I had actually saw what I thought I did. Just as I looked the one doing the sucking came off of the cock for a quick breath, looked my way and smiled at me and stuck his tongue out at me. I just laughed. Damn, that guy's cock was big though. Had to be all of a good 9" long and big around as my glass. The third quarter got started and quickly turned into a defensive struggle with neither team able to keep up much of a drive. By the time the 3rd ended the score was still tied at 24 each. By now, with the booze I had been putting away, I had to pee badly. How much I had had hit me a little as I got up to go to the toilet. Strong Rum can kind of sneak up on you if you don't pay attention, like me. I was a little unsteady as I turned to go. I kind of noticed that now the two guys were half laying on the couch in a 69 position and both cocks seemed to be about the same size. Which means very large. I almost fell on them getting by but managed to stay upright and headed for the hallway. I pretty much staggered down the hall and almost missed the doorway and actually did bump into it pretty good. One of the other guys that had been sitting in a chair watching the game grabbed me from behind or I might have went down in a heap. He offered to help me get in the bathroom and I let him hold me up as I got to the stool. Then I had trouble unzipping my pants and again the guy helped by pushing my hands away and before I knew it had unzipped my shorts for me and then before I could say anything, had reached in an pulled my cock out and aimed it for me. I started to protest but it was as well he had done that for me as as soon as my cock was out and pointed I let loose with a ot of piss. I doubt if I would have gotten it out in time by myself so I just stood there with him doing the aiming for me till I was drained. I tried to find the words to thank him for his help, but couldn't think of anything other than just, thanks. About anything else I could think of to say might have come out wrong. LOL He just said, "Don't worry about it, I've had to help more than one guy do that before." He then laughed and tucked me back in. I know I was a little red in the face I was so embarrassed. I turned to go out and again the booze was still hitting me and I almost fell again I was so dizzy. My good Samaritan came to my salvation again and held me up or it might have been a very hard face plant for me. He just held onto me as we left the toilet and I was really dizzy by now. Instead of guiding me back to the living room, He pushed open another of the doors along the hall and almost had to carry me over to the bed where he had my turn around and gave me a little push anD I flopped onto the bed. He then grabbed my legs and turned me around and told me to just lay down for a while till some of that wore off. Then he reached down and took my shoes off and dropped them on the floor. I was so out of it I really wasn't registering what was going on and just laid there with my eyes closed and told myself to just rest a couple of minutes. I am fairly certain I passed out then, but not for very long. I woke up and was aware that I seemed to be naked as hell from the waist down. Now how the hell had that happened? I looked down and found that my shorts were definitely off and were in my own hand and then I felt the sensation of what seemed to be someone's mouth on my cock. I was hard as a rock and getting bj from someone, what the heck?

Hi guys, I just joined this week. I'm a new sub/pup in Rochester and just coming out as a sub/cumdump. I'm currently training with DadP until September then will be looking for a Master/Owner of my own and looking to move out of the area. Very kinky with no limits right now, I'm crazy about older Dominant guys, raunchy is really cool also bondage, piss, sweat, cbt, chastity, sm, being whored out and more. Completely trainable. HMU at 315 892 1561 or wickr nickbttm. Can only play locally until September. Kisses Nick

Part 33 Rob was returned to his cage after being fucked by the giant dido for several hours. His ass was gaping and the cum loads deposited earlier freely dripped out of his ass. Rob reached back to feel his battered hole. He could easily fit almost his entire hand inside without any resistant. He wondered how many more fucks he’d be able to take before his ass was gaping permanently. He had never envisioned he’d end up like this. He wondered how he had let himself become such a cum dump. He tried to rationalize that he was forced to do this but then again when he was high he didn’t fight back at all. It had to be the drugs then he thought. If it hadn’t been for the drugs he would never have become a bottom let alone a poz bottom. However the drugs made everything feel so good. He loved taking cock when he was high. He knew he wasn’t in control but it felt so good; he’d do anything for that feeling. After his morning workout in the gym, which of course ended with him being fucked by Tanner and the other two guys in the gym at the time, Rob was escorted back to his room. As was often the case there was a camera man waiting along with another guy. Tanner placed his hand on Rob’s shoulder and forced him to his knees. “Looks like you have a visitor this morning, crawl over there and greet him properly.” “Consider this a little audition.” Rob wasn’t sure what Tanner’s last comment meant, but at this point he didn’t care. He was still feeling horny from the slam he had at the gym and the visitor looked like he was well hung. As he crawled closer to the visitor he could smell that the Top hadn’t showered for a while. He also picked up the smell that the guy had been smoking weed. The visitor took off his shirt as Rob was approaching. He was a wiry man covered in tattoos. He had long unwashed hair and a goatee. There were multiple piercings in his ears, he had a small ring in his nose and both his nipples were pierced. When the visitor opened his fly, Rob also learned that the long cock that popped out of the faded ripped jeans was pierced as well. Rob opened his mouth to lick and suck the hard cock in front of him. The visitor however grabbed Rob by the hair and thrust his cock to the back of Rob’s throat in one swift movement. He tilted Rob’s face upward and spit on him. “You ain’t here for foreplay pig: you’re here for me to use,” He barked. While Rob felt the spit run down the side of his face he also felt the prick of a needle as Tanner administered a booster slam. Tanner offered a bottle of poppers to the Top who took a couple of deep hits. The bottle was then brought to Rob’s nostrils. After Rob huffed the poppers the Top continued his assault on Rob’s throat. The feel of the PA scraping the side of his throat was causing Rob to gag but the Top didn’t care and he continued his skull fuck. After he fucked Rob’s throat for a few minutes he pulled out and slapped his cock against Rob’s face. Rob’s started gasping to recover from the assault. “Open up my jeans and free my balls,” ordered the Top. Rob reached up to unfasten the belt and jeans but he was slapped hard across the face and stopped. “No hands, PIG!” Eventually Rob was able to undo the belt and jeans with his mouth and teeth. When his jeans dropped around his ankles, the Top grabbed Rob by the hair and jerked him towards him. “Balls NOW,’ was all he said. Rob began sucking and swallowing the balls immediately. The Top hit the poppers again and handed the poppers to Rob. The poppers were a welcome aroma versus the sweaty balls. After the hit he renewed his ball worship with increased rigor. When the Top had enough he grabbed Rob by the hair once again and pulled him off his balls and then turned around. He bent slightly at the knees and pulled Rob’s face into his ass crack “You know what to do so get busy!” Rob rimmed the ass in front of him eagerly. He was careful to drive his tongue as far up the Top’s hole as he could. He knew better that to try to spread the sweaty ass cheeks farther apart with his hands so he just pushed his face in tighter to spread the cheeks apart to give his tongue deeper access. After 10 minutes the Top stood up completely, turned and reached down and grabbed Rob by the throat to help lift him up. “On the bed face down and spread those legs,” he ordered. Rob felt the Top roughly shove three fingers up his ass. ”I see you are primed with cum and ready, just like a good cock whore should be.” “That’s good because I certainly wasn’t going to give you any lube.” The Top then drove his 10” pierced cock completely into Rob’s ass. True to his earlier comment about no foreplay, the Top immediately began to pile drive his cock fully in and out of Rob’s ass. Rob cried out with every thrust. With the poppers and the meth the fuck was a mix of pleasure and pain for Rob. The force and speed of the cock thrust reiterated to Rob that he was just a hole. Within another 15 minutes Rob felt the fresh flow of cum enter his ass and the fuck was over. Once the cock exited his ass Rob gave a sigh of relief. He was caught by surprise though when he felt four fingers enter his ass. The fingers gathered up some cum and were pulled out. The Top held his open hand in front of Rob’s face and demanded, ”Eat it up Pig, don’t waste a drop.” When Rob finished eating the cum, the Top pushed his cock into Rob’s mouth. “Now clean my cock and spit shine my PA; I want that ring shining when you are done.” When the Top was satisfied he was sufficiently clean, he pulled up his jeans and put back on his shirt. He turned to the camera man and said, “Remind your boss that they promised me a personal copy of the video.” When the Top left the room, Rob slowly crawled back to his cage and curled up into a ball inside of it. Tanner returned to the room to lock the cage. “I didn’t stay the whole time to watch that scene; it was getting too hot and I didn’t think I could refrain from joining in.” “I’m going to go watch the video now in the editing room; I’m sure it’s going to get you a lot of attention.”

Part 32 The fuck flu hit Rob with a vengeance. He was sweating and had chills at the same time. His whole body ached. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this bad. Even though he was allowed to lie on the bed in the room, that was all he could do since his strength was completely gone. Fortunately for him he was cared for during his illness. The Doctor checked on him every day and offered whatever medications he could to relieve some of Rob’s symptoms. He was administered fluids twice during the first week before his fever broke. Instead of starting to feel better however, a new problem arose for Rob. He hadn’t received any meth since the fuck flu began and now the signs of withdrawal were becoming evident and began to grow stronger. He craved the drugs. His body had the shakes and his vision was blurred. Of course, the other thing he craved was cock. That was something the staff at the warehouse could help with. Once his fever broke from the fuck flu, the staff would come in and fuck Rob on the bed during their breaks. Tanner fucked him at least twice a day. The feeling of a cock hitting his prostate and ramming in and out of his ass did make Rob feel a little better. It just wasn’t the same however without the high he received when he was partied up and then fucked. Before his tremors got too bad, Nick informed him it was time for him to receive his badge of honor. Rob was tightly strapped on his back to try to prevent him from moving too much. A guy Rob didn’t recognize appeared and started to draw some markings on both of Rob’s pecs. When the guy pulled out a tattoo gun, Rob knew what was next. Rob received a tattoo of a large biohazard symbol on the right side of his chest. On the left side, a very detailed tattoo of pig head was inked. Surrounding the pig tattoo were the words “POZ PIG” in big script letters. The tattoo artist stood back to admire his work. “Nice job,” said Nick. “He needs one more marking to indicate his status in life; let’s turn him over and tie him down.” When Rob was properly positioned, the artist began the next tattoo. When he finished, Rob had the words “CUM DUMP” boldly displayed over the whole top of his ass. “Looks great,” said Nick. “There’s no mistaking what the slut wants now,” he laughed. “While we have him tied down and spread, you can go ahead and fuck him.” Nick slapped Rob’s ass and said, ”I’ll even give the pig something to make him a better fuck for you.” Rob felt Nick press in a large shard of Tina deep up his ass. “This is something I can tell you’re craving,” Nick snickered. The effects were almost immediate. Rob felt less anxious and his ass started to twitch begging to be fucked. The tattoo artist dropped his pants and pointed his inked cock at Rob’s needy hole. The cock tattoo was the same scorpion design as the one on Dolf’s cock although his cock was not nearly as large. When the 9” cock slammed into his ass, Rob cried out in pure ecstasy. Rob was still weak from the flu and the effects of his drug addiction, but with what little energy he had, he squeezed the cock with his ass muscles and milked out a heavy load of toxic cum. “Okay pig your days at the spa are over let’s get you back in your cage.” Rob’s new tattoos were bandaged up and he was directed back to his cage. “Don’t touch your new ink, we don’t want any infections.” "You should be ready to show off your new ink at the cum dump party later this week.” Over the next few days, Rob slowly regained some of his strength and stamina. He was even able to start going to the gym again. Every time he saw his reflection in the mirror he was reminded of his journey to becoming a cum dump. He was starting to look a little tired and beat up he thought. His eyes had bags under them and looked a little sunken. However that didn’t seem to matter to the guys that fucked his ass and throat on a daily basis. It was common for them to pull out their cell phones and snap a pic of their cock entering Rob’s ass making sure to include the “Cum Dump” tattoo in the shot. The day of the cum dump party soon arrived. This would be Rob’s first gang bang since he got sick. He was ready to get slammed and fucked all night. The concept for the party was simple. There were six bottoms bent over in a row on a long padded bench. When a top unloaded in a bottom’s ass, they would make a tick mark with a marker. The bottom that had the most tick marks was promised a special surprise at the end of the party. Rob was positioned second from the end. As the bottoms were bound to the bench Rob glanced to his left and saw Redd at the beginning of the row. “I’ll show him who’s the best cum dump,” Rob thought to himself. The bottoms were then all blindfolded, slammed and the festivities began. “Look at this whore, he is advertising for it”, a voice joked as Rob felt the first cock of the night enter his ass. Rob moaned and verbally encouraged each cock that entered his ass to plow him harder and to give him a load. He tightened his ass tentatively on each cock. If the reaction of the Top seemed positive he would use his ass to milk the cock. However he found some Tops preferred a loose sloppy hole, so he’d accommodate that as well. Each time he felt the marker on his ass making a tick he felt a sense of pride. It seemed like the tattoo over his ass was driving the Tops wild. He heard comments all night about it. He didn’t care that maybe the ink was an advantage over the other bottoms; all he cared about was getting as many loads as possible. When the party came to a close, he waited anxiously to see who won. “With 26 loads it looks like we have a clear winner,” announced Nick. Rob then felt a hard slap on his ass. “Let’s get this pig his reward.” Rob couldn’t help but beam with pride. He had done it! He was led to an individual fuck bench in the center of the room. The blindfold was removed and he was shown a humongous dildo. “Don’t act like you have never seen a cock like this,” Nick jeered. Nick turned the cock around and Rob saw the scorpion tattoo. “After all, you have had the real thing up your ass before.” The other bottoms in the room giggled. “Did they know about this,” Rob wondered. The thought that he had been set up also crossed his mind. He noticed a suspicious lack of marks on several of the other bottom’s asses. Rob was given another big slam. The latex model of Dolf’s monster cock was attached to a fuck machine and it was lined up to Rob’s ass. Rob gritted his teeth as the monster dildo began to fuck his ass. The blindfold was placed back over Rob’s eyes and the speed of the machine was increased. The intrusion brought back memories of the night Rob was pozzed and he began to leak copious amounts of pre-cum as the dildo battered his cum filled ass. as he settled into the rhythm of the fuck machine Rob heard a voice say, “We’ll check back with you in a couple of hours.”

Part 7 The ginger’s puckered hole gripped Rob’s cock and seemed to just pull him in. He would get into a rhythm and then suddenly switch it i up and ram it in just to get the bottom to clench on his cock. Rob was mesmerized watching his cock plow in and out of the hole before him. He would switch his gaze from the ginger’s ass to the video screen and back. The vision of seeing himself fuck on a big screen just turned him on more. Occasionally the screen would switch to the bottom’s face and when it did Rob would thrust harder to see the reaction and make the ginger moan. Some of the other Tops came closer to encourage Rob as he fucked. The chants of “Fuck him harder!”; “Show him who’s boss”; Tear him open” filled Rob’s ears. Occasionally a random hand would reach up to pinch his nipples or hold poppers next to his nose. As Rob looked at the screen in he saw a large cock with a Prince Albert offered to the ginger. The Top slapped the pierced cock across the bottom’s face who then greedily took the cock into his mouth. Rob looked away from the video screen to see the owner of big pierced cock. It was Jesse the bartender! Jesse and Rob stared at each other for a moment as they fucked the opposite ends of the ginger jock bottom. Jesse mouthed the words “Having fun?” Rob nodded raised both arms and gave the double thumbs up while power fucking the bottom for a moment, then settled into a slower steady pattern. He felt himself getting close. The ginger was truly milking his cock for all he was worth and as he closed his eyes to savor the moment he felt a tongue licking his ear and a then a slight nibble. “Ready to shoot your load stud?” asked Jesse. Realizing that he knew who was nibbling his ear, Rob just grunted and picked up his pace. Soon he felt the tongue push its way into his mouth, and though he normally didn’t kiss, he was lost in the moment soon was making out with Jesse full force. And then, he shot his load deep in the ginger’s ass. The applause and cheers bought him back to reality. As he pulled his cock out of the bound cum dump, Jesse asked him “How was that ass?” Rob replied that it was fantastic. “Well the hole seems to be quivering and begging to be filled again so I’m going to go next if you don’t mind.” Jesse lined his cock up and slid it into the freshly fucked hole. As he did he pointed to left and said to Rob “There’s a slut over there tied spread eagle practicing his deep throating skills; I’m sure he’d be happy to clean your cock off for you.” Rob smiled and headed off towards the recommended cock sucker. Rob soon found the cocksucker he was looking for. He was on his back tied to a bed with his head hanging over the edge. Guys would fuck his mouth and then rotate. Occasionally a Top would leave their cock lodged in the cock sucker’s throat just long enough to make him struggle to breathe. Rob wanted a turn and got in line. The guys in line took notice of Rob’s guest band and eagerly pushed him up to the front so he could go next. The sucker gagged slightly when Rob forced his cock down his throat and pumped. Rob felt the throat spasm around his cock as he drove it deeper and deeper. He kept this up for a few minutes then pulled out as he had seen the other guys do and moved back to the end of the line for his next turn. There was a tatted up biker in front of him. The biker looked back to Rob and welcomed to him to the party. “I hope they rotate this cock sucker to another area;” “I pissed fucked him a couple of weeks ago and he whimpered like a little pussy,” remarked the biker, “but he really does need to work on his deep throating and how to control his gag reflex so I understand why they started him here tonight; but the way he cries and looks so degraded when he’s receiving piss in his holes is priceless and such a turn-on.” “Good to know,” replied Rob, “I’ve never pissed up a guy’s ass but have recently discovered the pleasure of using a sub as a urinal.” It’ was Rob’s turn for the mouth again, this time he was a little more deliberate in making sure the slut sucked his cock properly and repeatedly tested him by holding his hard cock deep in his throat to try to elicit a gag response. Rob wasn’t quite sure whether those were tears running down the slut’s face or if it was just drool and cum coming from his mouth. As Rob finished this round he decided to go grab another drink and move onto another bottom; oral was great but he was ready to fuck another ass. He’d stop by later to see if this slut had refined his skills any after some more practice. As Rob headed for the refreshment stand something caught his eye. There were two young guys lined up side by side bent over what looked like a padded sawhorse. Their heads and arms were restrained in stocks. Each was being aggressively fucked from behind. The drink would have to wait; Rob needed to get into this action. The pair had very similar swimmers bodies, lean and tight. What probably made them look even more alike was that they each had been shaved completely smooth except for the hair on the top of their heads. One was blonde and the other brunette, but from behind you didn’t see much of their heads because of the stocks except when they jerked their heads up in response to a powerful cock thrust. When the bottoms bucked their heads up you could see they both were gagged with a bit gag strapped to their head. “Welcome to the racing station; my name is Cody,” a leather clad jock remarked as Rob walked up. Rob was a bit confused by the reference to a “racing station”, until he realized the two guys currently fucking the bottoms seemed to be competing with each other somehow. If one sped up his pace the other would follow. Both Tops would occasionally slap the asses they were riding as if they were literally in some sort of horse race. When the one riding the blonde shot his load; both stopped fucking and pulled out. The guy that had shot his load took a marker and made a tick mark on the blonde’s ass cheek. “Care to race,” asked Cody. “Since you are new I’ll let you pick which ass you want to breed.” “ Just a pointer though, as you can tell by the tick marks, Blondie has taken more loads so far tonight, so some might consider him the favored ass.” Now Rob understood what was going on, and in fact it almost seemed like a challenge to his masculinity. “I’ll take the brown mare then,” Rob shot back with a smile. Rob, stuck a couple fingers up the brunette’s ass, it still felt fairly tight and there was enough cum in there to provide a nice slick ride. He sized up his competition; Rob was clearly the winner in the cock department by an inch or two although they were similar in girth. It was clear Cody worked out but was only about 5’8” tall so Rob thought his extra height would be an advantage as well since he would have a better angle to fuck. So with the combination of the physical advantages he had and the level of horniness he was feeling right now, Rob was confident he had the challenge in the bag. The two competitors lined their cocks up at the awaiting holes as the audience counted down; “Three, two, one…FUCK!” Rob grabbed the bottom by the waist and plunged in. He really didn’t have a strategy, other than making sure the slick hole felt good on his cock. He did notice that brownie responded well when slapped on the ass. Each slap caused that ass to clench really tight on his fat cock. Cody seemed to be using more of a short and quick jack rabbit fucking style. Rob wasn’t sure if all the noise Cody was making was because he was getting close or whether it was just to throw him off. Whatever it was, it brought out the competitive streak in Rob and he fucked harder, faster and deeper. The noise his balls made when they started slapping against Brownie’s ass distracted his competitor. Rob noticed him watching so raised his right arm over his head and started swirling it over his head like he was riding a bucking bronco in a rodeo. "Yeehaa!" The distraction was temporary however, and Cody refocused his attention on Blondie’s ass and started plowing deeper. Within fifteen minutes, Rob felt his balls draw up and he shot several volleys of cum up Brownie’s ass and collapsed over his back. Cody wasn’t far behind and he unloaded in Blondie less than 30 seconds later. “Close race man, but looks like you beat me.” Cody handed Rob a sharpie and said, “Mark your win.” Rob had worked up a sweat after that fuck, but at the same time he was beaming with pride. He made his tick on the brunette’s ass and he and Cody gave each other a hug and celebratory pat on the back. Cody looked at Rob and said’” I want a rematch later tonight, let’s see how you do after these bottoms are loose and sloppy from a few more hours of taking loads.” “ You’re on Cody; but if this was an Olympic sport I’d always take the gold, so as long as you are satisfied with the silver medal….” The two laughed and hugged it out again. They moved aside for the next set of competitors who were anxiously awaiting their turns to fuck Rob needed that drink now, he was parched. In his mind he knew he needed to recharge if he was going to keep fucking at this pace.

This happened about 20 mins ago.... traveling for the weekend on my way back to Tampa and we all needed to get out and stretch our legs. We all sat there bullshitting and such and finally I departed the group to use the restroom. First of all this shit NEVER happens to me. At bookstores and cruise parks yes, but not random rest stops. Anyway, as I walked in to the restroom, I thought nothing of the guy taking a leak in the last urinal, i step up to the one 2 over and proceeded to do my thing. I couldn’t help but glance, I think it happens subconsiously sometimes. Well he caught me, then looked over his shoulder (assuming checking for other guests) and showed me stroking his cock. He nodded his head to the stall and I followed. Closed the door I sat down and began to nibble on his foreskin, running my tongue under his hood and as much as I wanted to savor this I knew I didn’t have much time so I just engulfed his cock down to the base. He was precumming like mad and it tasted so sweet. He started to show those telltale signs someone was about to blow their load. So I increased my efforts, I wanted him to feed me that load. All of a sudden he pushes my head back( shaved head so I don’t have hair to pull) and whispers I want to fuck you. I shook my head no I don’t have time, he pleaded, he is so close he just want to cum from fucking. He then said there is a family restroom. He didn’t take much to twist my arm so I followed. Inside he squeezed a huge dollop of Pre-cum and slide his finger over my hole as I was bent over the sink watching him in the mirror. I had no lube and no poppers so this was gonna hurt. But when the hunger strikes you feed it. He spit on his fingers and added more to my hole and then spit on his cock trying for some type of lube. I pushed my ass out and he squeezed another doll up of Pre-cum on my hole smearing it with his head. He applied pressure and I started to open, but fuck it hurt but we proceeded. Finally all the way in he pumped like 3 or 4 times and the grunted as he flexed his hips filling me up. He thanked me and we got dressed and walked out, I saw him go to another car and a woman was waiting, my friends questioned if I was ok and I feined stomach problems. Now I sit here in the back seat typing my story out on my phone with a sore hole, the fuck wasn’t for me it was for him, but I still got the load. I can feel it inside me and my cheeks are cummy.... you know the feeling I am talking about.... WHAT A GREAT NIGHT... this shit never happens to me . Sorry for any errors like I said back seat passenger

I have a regular bud, a great guy, with a BBC, which, though we've not measured, must be about 10 or more. He fucks like a champ, goes real deep, and always gets past my second ring, which is where he unloads - and where I want it. It's awesome every time, and I drip pre-cum for hours knowing that I'm going to get that big big dick deep in my guts, and that's where he's going to leave his seed. A day or two later, I go for my longest dildo - about 12 inches, just to get a similar experience with my second ring. Not the same, but still like no 'ordinary' fuck (nothing wrong with those, but getting past that second sphincter drives me crazy). Wondered about other guys' experience with their second ring?

Speaking as a top who goes through most guy's second ring, tallslenderguy is right. I can certainly feel when the head of my dick hits--and "probing and coaxing" it open describes it really well. Slamming against it doesn't feel good to either of us.

Chapter XV Well, it has now been over two months since I got fucked by this massive cocked stranger and my boy just a short time after and we had been told the guy was poz. Had not been able to get ahold of him since either. My boy and I keep thinking and talking about that massive cock and how great it felt in our holes. Neither of us has had any kind of symptoms, no 'fuck flu' or anything. We are thinking of getting tested in the next couple of days to see if anything shows up. Meanwhile, every time we talk about it we have amazing sex. Best times we have ever had together, even if our work schedules still seem to not mesh well at times. Today, now, out of the blue, I got an email from the poz guy. 11" of thick cut beautiful cock poz guy. yum. He started with the usual small talk asking how we had been and so forth and how busy he had been. He included, finally, a really nice pic of his cock too. Then he dropped the bomb on me. He told me he had been fucking with our minds and had been on meds and was totally undetectable when he had fucked us both. Told me he was pretty sure we were holding our breath waiting for symptoms that probably were never going to come. He added a LOL to that. I let out, I am sure, a very audible gasp or sigh when I read that. He wasn't done with the shocks though. He went on to say that fucking us had been so hot and telling us he was filling our holes with poz cum he could hardly think of anything else. Since fucking my boy, he had went home thought about it and threw out his meds and had not taken any in the last two months now. He had went for testing a couple of days ago and his Viral Load was over 200,000 already and now he wanted to really fuck us both and make sure we did get pozzed. He went on to ask when we could be ready for it? What the hell, we really had not wanted it in the first place or did we? He told me to let him know soon as his vl would keep going up for us. He signed off saying; from your best and wildest dream man waiting to make you both free. I immediately signed off, gasping for breath. What the hell? He was about the hottest fuck ever but POZ, I didn't want that I didn't think. I had basically went wild when he told me originally, so maybe I did want it? I would have to talk with my love about this and could hardly wait for him to get home. It seemed like forever, but was only a couple of hours later when my guy came home from work. I immediately told him I had something to show him. I opened my emails up and had him read the ONE. By the time he was done reading it, he was just like me, breathing hard and trying to grasp the idea of this crazy scheme being proposed to us. After reading this we both just sat and stared into each other's eyes for a long time. I don't think either of us could quite get our minds wrapped around this. I know we were both relieved to hear we were not likely to be poz but was also sure that we both could not stop thinking how hot the fucks we had had from him had been. After what seemed like an eternity we leaned together and kissed and ended up stumbling into the bedroom and almost ripping each other's clothes off and then my boy was deep inside my hole and pounding away hard and fast with his cock. He pummeled my hole mercilessly for a good half hour before ramming his hardest three or four more times and burying his cock to the hilt as he filled my hole with his cum. We laid there for a long time just kissing and caressing each other's bodies then. We then fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms to dream of an 11" poz cock reaming our holes---or maybe not? We had a hard decision to make now.

Chapter XIV After about 5 minutes of laying there the poz guy got up, grabbed his shorts and stuff, and was gone. I looked over at my boy and he had tears streaming down his cheeks. It about tore my heart out to see it. I leaned over to him and kissed him, telling him everything was fine. He whimpered back to me that he was so sorry that he took that poz load and may come up poz now himself. I told him not to worry, it happens. I then told him I had a confession to make. He looked at me and I told him that I had already taken a load of that guy's poz cum just a short time ago. I told him I found out he was poz the same way he did, as he was cumming in my hole. We could both be poz now. My love's eyes got really big then and asked who the hell that guy was? I told him I had no idea exactly, but he apparently owned the bar we usually went to and had seen us there and had apparently planned all this. I then told him about seeing just small pieces of that huge cock for a couple of weeks and I had just wanted to see it is all but had ended up getting fucked by him. I had not planned on cheating, it had just happened in the heat of the moment when I saw how huge it was. My bf was still sniffling some but was starting to come around a little. He asked what the heck we were going to do if we both came up poz or worse if only one of us did? I told him not to worry about it now as it was done. We would just have to wait and see what happened. I told him though, that if he came up poz and not me, I would definitely take all of his loads till I converted too. He told me he would do the same for me. We were both starting to feel a little better now and also the talk about that huge cock had both of us getting horny again. I wanted that huge cock but at the same time no way. I just leaned over my boy and kissed him and soon we were making out hot and heavy. Then we switched around and started a 69 for a while. Soon he could not take it anymore and threw me off of him and onto my back. He lifted my legs over his shoulders like the poz guy had done him and rammed his cock in me and started pounding as hard as he could. It was only about 5 minutes but well worth it as he rammed his cock home and flooded my hole good. We laid there for a bit kissing and then got up and got dressed and headed home to see what else may come up.

Part 4 -The Final Scene (or just the beginning) I sucked in a gasp of air when I looked up and saw the most perfect man I’d ever laid eyes on. I believe the expression is ’built like a brick shithouse’. Short dark hair, olive skin, bearded, dark eyes deep enough to drown in. He wasn’t a wall of muscles, though I’m sure most of his bulk was muscle, but he didn’t look all bulging and ripply. Well, some parts were bulging. He just looked impressively big. And sexy as fuck! My hole began to quiver in anticipation. It was already trashed beyond recognition, but I still had the inexplicable urge to get fucked again by this hunk of a man. A kind of crooked grin spread on the big man’s face, and he slowly walked over, looking down at me. He crouched down and looked me in the eyes, hard and deep, then said, “You might have let all of my friends use that pig hole of yours, but I used it first. You belong to me,” in a voice so deep and husky I almost didn’t pay attention to the actual words he’d said. Holy fuck! This is the first guy who raped me tonight! He’s the one who got this all started. I don’t know if I should hate him for doing it, or love him for getting the ball rolling. I guess the look of shock and arousal showed on my face and he grinned down at me. “Good, I knew you’d want more.” He stood and turned around to Mr. Mean and Average Guy and said, “You guys are done with him tonight. He’s mine. I fucked him first -that ass belongs to me.” Apparently he was the big man on campus, because they both just nodded. “You still have my DNA in you from earlier?” Mr. Perfect asked me. I shook my head nervously, sure that he wouldn’t be happy to hear that. “What the fuck did you do with it? You didn’t douche it out, I hope. That was prime viral cum I gave you -you don’t waste that shit.” “I made him push it out and lick it up,” Mr. Mean told him. He looked back at me and smiled. “Well, at least it’s in your belly. Let’s get some more baby makers in you,” he said, stripping quickly and getting on his knees behind me. At this point my ass was so stretched that I didn’t feel any pain when he entered me. The large dick head popped into my cum-sloppy hole and he let out a sigh. “Well you guys loosened him up nicely. He damn near strangled my dick earlier,” he said to his friends, now feeding my ass the entire shaft until he was balls deep in me. He held my hips, pulled back and then slammed full-length into me. He did this several times, slow and methodical. He was owning my ass, and making sure that my ass knew who it belonged to now. He sped up and pumped my hole hard and steady for a couple of minutes and then held deep. I could feel his giant cock swelling as it spewed toxic seed deep into me. “There, you got a quick load from me. Now let’s put that DNA to good use,” he told me. He didn’t get soft even for a moment, and then just went on fucking and pounding me, roughing my ass up even more -if it’s possible at this point. He was bound and determined to make sure that his viral cum got into my bloodstream and got me pregnant. And as that thought swirled around in my mind, I became so horny I began to thrust back onto his huge meat, my wet ass making loud smacking sounds every time his hips slammed into me. That seemed to really get him turned on, and he motioned his two friends to come over and have me suck them while he fucked me. I’ve never been so full in my life. His cock was like having 2 in my ass, and at some points I had both cocks in my mouth at the same time. Double stuffed! I was in pig heaven! Exhausted, and sure to be sore for days, but this feeling was better than anything I’ve ever known. And every time I reminded myself that I got toxic seed from all of these guys blasted deep inside me, it only seemed to urge me on. Now I craved it and wanted more! I kept shoving my ass back onto that monster cock, impaling myself, and enjoying every filling second of it. The guys I was sucking decided that I should swallow their loads at the same time, so they jacked their dicks right to the point of blowing, then jammed them into my waiting mouth. Even after having already blown loads, they shot a very impressive amount of cum in my mouth. I struggled to keep it all in my mouth, but I didn’t want to lose a drop. I didn’t swallow it, though. They pulled their sensitive cocks from my mouth, and I clamped my lips shut to avoid any spillage, and then I savoured their HIV cum as it rolled around, slithering over my tongue and pooling underneath it. The guys knew what I was doing and seemed to get off on it. “He didn’t swallow our loads yet, he’s enjoying it in his mouth first,” Mr. Mean told the big guy behind me. That seemed to spur Mr. Perfect on, and he really let me have it, holding nothing back now, using my hole to get himself off again. “You’re such a good fucking cumdump,” he growled, grabbing my hips harder as he slammed into me more relentlessly. “Don’t’ swallow those fucking loads until I’m cumming again, got it?” he asked. I just nodded, and continued to ram my ass back to meet his hard thrusts. We were fucking like two wild animals, both of us grunting, him growling, and drenched in sweat. The entire area stunk of cum and sweat -I wish I could bottle that smell and wear it every day. Finally I could tell he was about to cum, and then he gritted his teeth, growled like a bear, pumped my hole hard and fast and then froze and held deep. “That’s it, take my toxic DNA inside you,” he told me. “Now swallow those loads, you little cumpig.” I let them slither down my throat, slowly, enjoying every drop of it. The taste of those loads combined with his huge rod jammed deep in my hole finally pushed my body over the edge and without touching my dick, I blew. Shot after shot of my own cum splattered the plastic sheet beneath me. “Fuck, man, the pig just shot off without touching his dick. What a whore!” Mr. Mean howled. Then Mr. Perfect leaned down and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight to his chest, and whispered in my ear. “That ass belongs to me now. If it didn’t happen yet, I’m going to get you pregnant with my charged load. You’re going to get HIV and be my poz pig. Got it?” He might as well have been reciting romantic poetry in my ear because all I could feel at that moment was excitement. And horny. He pulled me back a foot or so from where we knelt, and then shoved my face down to the plastic to lick up my load. When I had gotten it all, he pulled me back to him, turned my head and, for the first time, kissed me. His tongue explored the inside of my mouth, massaging my tongue, and trying to taste as much of my load as he could. “Mmm, you’ve got some tasty cum, there, whore,” he said to me. He gently eased his semi-hard cock out of my trashed hole. “Get your clothes on. You’re coming home with me,” he added, giving my ass a quick slap. “My little poz pig.”

PART 6 As Grant’s dick slowly churned the poz cum inside Conrad’s fuckhole, my bro just kept grinning—a less angelic grin than before, almost a little evil—and his eyes radiated the dark intensity of a truly trashed-up chempig. “I’m so proud of you, bro,” I said to him, and he looked at me with that same grin. “This is fuckin’ amazing, bro,” he replied. “Ever since you put that needle in my arm, all I can think is dick. Dick. I need dick. I love dick. Fuck, dude! DICK.” That made everybody laugh. “I’m glad to hear that, boy. Slamming should do that to a bottompig like you.” Conrad growled hungrily, then turned to Grant. “Fuck, Daddy—that felt so good. Your cock, your cum. You fed me exactly what I needed, exactly where I needed it. Poz cum in my raw hole.” Right around that moment—as Grant and Conrad continued their Daddy-bro bonding with filthy pigtalk punctuated by the occasional deep kiss—my phone buzzed. It was a text from Rick, my buddy at the front desk of the bathhouse. If you’re up for another conquest tonight, he wrote, I’ve got a candidate for you. Hot little self-righteous condom-Nazi with a gorgeous furry butt. I replied right away, telling him that Recruit #1 was already a trashy slampig, so I had time to bring another boy to the dark side. Rick texted right back: Fuck yeah! You’ll find him sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi. I want to see his pupils get bigger than fuckin quarters. And then I want to destroy his slammed-up hole. (This is why I love playing with Rick: for him, innocence is only acceptable if it’s up for immediate destruction.) I didn’t want to miss this boy at the Jacuzzi, so I grabbed Jason—Grant’s furry pigboy—and asked him to give me a hand. Then I pulled Conrad down from the sling and said it was time to rinse off. I assured Daddy Grant that his boys would return soon, then ushered Conrad and Jason out the door with their towels draped over their shoulders. As the three of us walked past a steady stream of half-naked men—many of them leering at us, some reaching out to brush their hands against Conrad’s boyish skin—I explained how the two of them could help me nail my newest victim. When we arrived at our destination, the three of us parted ways: I went to the Jacuzzi, and Jason and Conrad went into the group shower. (At this particular bathhouse, anyone sitting in the Jacuzzi can ogle the dudes in the shower—the two areas are only a few feet apart.) As for Rick’s boy, I caught sight of him immediately. He was maybe in his mid-20s, short and compact, with a perfect dusting of fur across his muscular little chest. A little bit of scruff. Rugby players’ legs. A nice piece of uncut meat between his legs. And that face—the kind of angelic face that demands to be stuffed full of cock. As I slowly walked down the hot tub stairs and submerged myself in the water, I made sure that my cock stayed above the surface long enough for my new target to see it. He saw it, alright—and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stared back. And as I sat down on the ledge across from him, I cocked my head to indicate he should sit with me. He didn’t hesitate for a second. As he walked my way, I got a clearer look at his ridiculously defined six-pack, not to mention his rapidly-growing cock. Best of all, when he spun around to sit down on the ledge next to me, I got a quick peek at his ass. Rick wasn’t kidding—this boy had the kind of butt that gangfucks were made for. We started with a little small talk. His name was Dylan. He was a grad student, and he’d been in the area for about six months. But just as I began to turn the conversation in a more filthy direction, everyone in the Jacuzzi started pointing to the showers—and once we looked, we couldn’t stop staring, because Jason and Conrad were putting on quite a show. This was all part of my plan, of course. I’d instructed Jason and Conrad to walk into the shower area as if they didn’t know each other. I’d told them to choose adjacent showers. I directed Conrad to begin soaping up his hot young jockbutt, and I told Jason to respond by jacking his stiffening cock. By the time Dylan and I started watching, Jason was already fingering Conrad’s hole and asking him to squeeze out a little cum from his last breeding. We watched as a thick stream of white jizz came streaming out of Conrad’s butt, which earned an audible grunt of appreciation from the cumpigs in the hot tub. By the time Jason pushed Conrad against the railing of the Jacuzzi and started pounding him raw, I was rubbing my finger across the surface of Dylan’s tight little furry fuckhole, earning a little moan in the process. His cock was rock-hard as he openly gaped at the bareback fuckshow in front of us. “Pretty hot, huh?” I said, continuing to run my finger across the entrance to his hole. “Fuck yeah—it’s definitely hot. But not for me, man—I play safe, you know?” “Oh, that’s cool—so do I.” He turned to me and gave me an appreciative smile. Then I leaned over and whispered in his ear: “And I have rubbers in my room. So when can I fuck you?” He didn’t answer, but simply stood up and walked to get his towel, the muscles in his butt flexing with every step. He glanced back and gestured for me to join. Following close behind, I watched him clamber out of the Jacuzzi, his leg swinging up to the edge as he climbed out the side of the pool—a maneuver that briefly exposed his fuckhole. One way or another, I said to myself, consensual or not, this boy’s butt is taking my raw dick tonight. Just then, the fuck between Jason and Conrad was reaching its noisy climax. Jason was asking my lil’ bro all sorts of questions: do you like being a fuckin’ bareback slut at the bathhouse? Do you like giving up your wrecked pighole to total strangers? Are you gonna take loads in your slopped-up hole all fucking night? Conrad didn't answer, exactly, beyond a half-coherent litany of nasty pigspeak, his slammed-up brain unable to perform basic processes while that big raw dick was pounding his hole. He just kept saying things like fuck, fuck, fuck, breed it fucker, fuckin’ A, fuckin’ use this hole, use my hungry cunt. Knock it up. Please, please knock it up. Fuck! Goddammit, you hot pig motherfucker… Then I heard Jason start to breathe heavily as his dick slapped faster and faster against that cum-flooded hole. Then came a few more questions: You want my fuckin’ load in your slopped-up hole, huh? You hungry for my cum? You wanna get fuckin’ pregnant, dude? Yes, shouted Conrad, nearly delirious with hunger. Fuckin’ yes. Fuckin’ breed me. Please. Please, please breed me. I’m so fuckin’ hungry for that seed. Ohmigod—ohmigod—I feel it—I feel it—fuck yeah! Gimme your load, dude. Thank you. Oh, fuck! Thank you. Thank you. Ohmigod—FUCKER! Everyone in the hot tub could see Jason’s whole body shake as he unleashed his poz cum inside my lil’ bro, Conrad grinning like a little kid as he milked that dick clean with his hungry jockbutt. When Dylan and I turned to leave, I caught a quick glimpse of Jason’s softening cock, coated with fresh seed, pulling out of Conrad’s hole, only to be replaced right away by some random dude’s veiny, precum-dripping Daddy dick. My lil’ bro let out a guttural moan of approval as the new cock invaded his ass—and the whole time I just kept brushing my fingers against Dylan’s twitching, furry muscle hole. First, we took a brief detour to the front desk. I told Dylan that I needed an extra towel, but I actually needed to give Rick a signal that a new corruption project was underway. As I picked up the towel, I gave Rick a little wink, and he replied by mouthing the word “Oink.” As Dylan and I walked away, I looked back at the front desk and held up both hands, mouthing “10 minutes.” Rick answered with a thumbs-up while flashing an evil-pig grin. Back in the room, Dylan climbed up on the bed, got on all fours, and immediately began sucking my dick. Bobbing up and down on my poz shaft, he instinctively arched his back and aimed his hole at the ceiling. I fixed my sights on that quivering cunt, imagining just how incredible this negboy’s fuckhole would feel against the skin of my poz cock. I leaned down to kiss Dylan. It was important to make a good connection with this kid, to gain his trust. I’ve found that a good makeout session can help establish that kind of instant connection, especially if the boy is affectionate and eager for someone to take care of him. That was Dylan, all right—I could tell he was a sweet one. I wreck boys like him all the time: nice kids who somehow fall under the spell of a guy like me, a guy who lives to see virgin boyhole oozing thick white sperm, preferably streaked with ribbons of pink and red. Cum and blood: the keys to initiation and brotherhood. Dylan kissed me hungrily while I kept toying with his fuckhole. “Just curious, boy,” I whispered in his ear. “Do you like to get tied up?” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “Just as long as you don’t make the knots too tight. I kinda just want the illusion that I’m tied up, you know? I need to be able to escape if necessary.” “Oh, of course,” I replied, reaching into my bag to grab a handful of rope. I looped a few coils around his wrists, then made a loose knot on the bedposts so that he wouldn’t feel trapped. “That OK, boy?” He nodded with a big grin. I leaned down to kiss him again, and his body trembled with hunger and excitement. “I can’t wait to feel my cock slide inside you, Dylan. You’re such a sexy little fucker.” He responded with a happy murmur as I reached into my bag. OK, that’s enough affection for now, I thought to myself. It’s time for things to take a nasty turn. First, I grabbed a piece of piss-stained fabric and shoved it in his mouth. Then I reached up to the knots on the bedposts, and with a simple tug I tightened them so that Dylan couldn’t move his arms. His eyes grew wide, and he attempted to use his legs as leverage, but it was no use—I’d already pinned his thighs with my knees. “Sorry, kid,” I said. “When I tie a boy up, he’s fuckin’ pinned until I say otherwise. For real. No escaping, understand? Tonight you’re mine.” As Dylan attempted to scream through the fabric, I heard a knock at the door, followed by a key entering the doorknob. I looked back to see Rick come in with our buddy Santiago, another staff member. (Santiago, you see, is the kind of ruthless Latino top who just isn’t happy until he sees blood on his dick.) “Excuse me, guys, but we heard sounds of a struggle in here,” Rick said to me, doing his best to sound genuinely concerned. “We just wanted to make sure everything’s alright.” Dylan tried screaming again, but I muffled him even more by placing my hand over his mouth. “Everything's fine," I assured him. "I do have one small problem, though: I need some help getting this boy under control. See those ropes on the bedside table?” Rick nodded and grabbed the ropes. Dylan, meanwhile, was trembling with fear—and that’s a major turn-on for me. When I see a boy get scared because he’s no longer in control, my cock twitches and I start drooling precum. I mean, look: there’s nothing hotter to me than watching a boy break. I love breaking ‘em down until they finally surrender and start begging for the raw dick they’ve always wanted. As Dylan kept trembling and whimpering, Rick and Santiago each grabbed a leg, bent him in half to expose his fuckhole, then secured his ankles to the bedposts. He struggled from time to time, and his head kept shaking back and forth in silent protest. But these protests were feeble—he knew he was fucked. I turned to Rick. “In the nightstand, you’ll find a needleless syringe. It’s all ready to go. A nice big fat dose.” He handed it over to me, and I inserted the plastic tip into Dylan’s hole as he gave me a pained, pleading look. “Don’t worry, boy. This is just some very, very special lube.” Then I pushed the plunger in, releasing the drugs into his fuckhole and bringing Dylan one step closer to the world of chemsex. With the chems quickly finding their way into Dylan’s system, I reached into my bag to grab one of my specially prepared condoms. (The preparation is pretty simple: I slice off the reservoir at the tip, so it only takes a few deep thrusts before my mushroom head bursts through the weak end of the rubber.) I held up the condom for Dylan to see, and relief flashed across his face. We were being safe after all! Then I rolled it onto my dick—making sure my boy didn’t catch sight of the hole at the tip—before pouring some lube on my shaft. Finally, with a slow thrust, I began sinking my poz dick and its useless rubber into this helpless negboy fuckhole. His cunt was warm and hungry from that giant booty bump, and I had no problem going balls-deep on the first push. I pulled back a few inches, then buried my dick all the way once more—at which point I felt my cockhead burst through the rubber, and my precum-covered cock got its first exposure to the warmth and wetness of Dylan’s unprotected fuckhole. A moment later, I pulled back out. The broken rubber now covered about two-thirds of my cock, and a string of precum connected the tip of my dick to the warm hunger of Dylan’s hole. “Sorry, dude,” I said to him, “Looks like the condom broke.” Fear entered his eyes again, and he tried to say something through the fabric stuffed in his mouth. “Dylan, I can’t hear what you’re saying. Don’t worry, though—I’ll ask somebody else. Hey, Rick? Look at this rubber. What should I do?” Rick shrugged. “Take off the rubber. Fuck his hole raw.” “Fuck yeah,” said Santiago. “Just breed that fuckin’ uptight faggot.” I looked back at our boy. “So tell me, boy: Should the three of us just bareback that sweet fuckhole of yours?” Dylan was screaming again, shaking his head back and forth, trying his best to fight his restraints. “Sorry, buddy—I really can’t hear what you’re saying. I guess we’re just gonna go with the majority, OK? Which means I’m gonna pound my cum deep inside you.” And with that, I ripped off the rubber and shoved my raw dick into Dylan’s partied-up butt. I leaned into him, looking directly into his eyes as I began to pump in and out of him with long strokes. He was starting to cry, but that just made my dick harder. “Don’t cry, buddy,” I said to him. “We’re only gonna fill your butt with three raw loads, that's all. You love bareback sex, don’t you?” “Well, at least part of him does,” Rick said, pointing to Dylan’s cock. It was rock-fucking-hard. “Your dick’s pretty hard, Dylan,” I said to him. “I guess some people might call this a rape. But what do you call it when you're raping a cunt that secret loves it?” I noticed that Rick and Santiago were starting to get naked, quietly unveiling the biohazard tats on their chests. And as I expected, Dylan saw the tattoos almost immediately, his eyes going wild with distress as he tried to yell through the muzzle. “I think he kinda likes the biohazard symbol,” said Santiago. "That makes two of us, Dylan," said Rick. "I'm glad to see you're so open-minded about taking our poz cocks bareback, even though we're not on meds." Either Dylan was exhausted or losing his voice, because he hardly made a whimper when he heard that. He just closed his eyes and quietly took my dick. A few moments later, as my pace quickened and my balls tightened, I leaned closer to Dylan. “I’m about to blow a fuckin’ load, boy. Where do you want it?” Now he was crying in earnest, still shaking his head back and forth, still making the occasional whimper. I turned to Rick. “I’m not sure, but I think he said he wants my cum in his hole.” “Yeah, that’s what I heard. Knock him up.” And then Santiago chimed in: “Fuck yeah, dude. Poz that sweet little butt.” At that, I felt Dylan’s hole clench. “His hole just squeezed around my cock. I think that means he’s consenting.” “Fuck yeah it does. Go for it,” Rick said. “Get this boy fuckin’ pregnant. Rape him full of the bug.” I turned back to Dylan. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? My unmedicated poz cum seeping into your bloodstream?” Dylan just closed his eyes and tried to say something. “I really wish I knew what you were telling me, boy. You must be begging for my toxic load in your sweet little hole. You wanna get loaded up, boy? I certainly hope so, ‘cuz I’m breeding you—I’m fuckin’ breeding you, bitch. Hear that, fag? Yeah? You like it? You hungry for some poz seed? That’s what I thought you said. YOU LOVE IT. Well, open wide, faggot, ‘cuz I’m pozzing your sweet neg hole right…fucking…now.” And just like that, I force-bred Dylan with a giant load of my poz cum. He was clearly in shock as I pulled my cock out of his hole—eyes glazed over, mouth wide open. Rick climbed onto the bed and immediately thrust his poz dick into our freshly bred boy, laughing when he saw the near-catatonic expression on Dylan’s face. “I think this kid is speechless with gratitude,” he said, slowly working his cock in and out of our new cumpig. “So let’s make him more grateful. Don’t we have a little something to brighten his day?” “Of course we do,” I replied, taking a few prepared rigs out of my bag. Then I leaned closer to Dylan. “Listen, boy: You want to take our raw dicks, don’t you? Well, this will make it easier for you to be our poz cumdump. But if we’re going to do this, I need you to sit very, very still, OK? Because otherwise you’ll just hurt yourself. Do you understand? That means no struggling, boy. Got it?” As I was saying that, Rick placed a blindfold over Dylan’s eyes, then a tourniquet on his arm, all while keeping his cock lodged deep in the boy’s hole. Then he spoke to Dylan. “We need you to nod for us, boy. Let us know that you understand. You need to be still. Perfectly still. Got it?” A pause, followed by a slow nod from Dylan. “Good boy,” I said. “Now, you’re going to feel a little pinprick in your arm. Again, do not move your arm. Just keep your arm still.” During this little speech, I was busy inserting Dylan’s rig in my arm, capturing some of my blood in the chamber. Then I lined up that same syringe with a vein in Dylan's forearm. “Such a good boy,” I assured him. “OK, here’s the pinch. Stay still.” I inserted the dirty needle in his vein, then pulled it back to mix his blood with mine. “You’re being very good, boy. Just stay like you are.” It only took a few more seconds to push the contents of that fat rig—including a fresh infusion of my poz blood—into the boy’s bloodstream, remove the needle, and release the tourniquet. There was a sharp intake of breath from Dylan. Then Rick moaned. “Dude,” he said. “I love fucking a boy’s hole when he gets slammed up, because his butt gets about 10 degrees warmer as soon as you administer that hit.” As Dylan began a violent coughing fit, Rick’s eyes rolled back and he groaned. “Fuckin’ A. His cunt is convulsing with every cough. I’m not gonna last long inside this boy.” As for Dylan, after a few moments of near-panic, he began to relax. His head tilted back, his mouth opened up. He let out a deep moan. As soon as Rick heard that sound emerge from Dylan, he started working the boy's hole—and with every thrust inside that furry slammed-up cunt, moan sounded a little more like a hungry growl. I leaned closer to Dylan. “OK, slampig. How do you feel about raw cock now?” He paused, then slowly shook his head a few times, just like before. Then another pause. And as Rick’s cock plunged its full length into his hungry butt, Dylan started slowly nodding. “Wait—is that a yes, boy? Are you trying to tell me that you want raw dick?” He nodded again, more vigorously this time. “Is that slam making you hungry, boy? Hungry to get pounded and bred and pozzed?” This time, the nod was almost violent. I could even hear him yelling “Yes” through the fabric. “OK, boy,” I continued, “If we let you speak again, are you going to accept what we’re giving you? Are you going to be a grateful and obedient fuckhole?” Another nod. “Well, here’s your test. When I take this fabric out of your mouth, the first thing I want to hear is ‘Please knock me up.’ Got it?” A nod. “Good boy. Now do it.” I started to remove the makeshift muzzle, and I could hear him saying the phrase through the muffled fabric already. Over and over he said it—“please knock me up,” “please knock me up.” In fact, for those first 30 minutes of speaking, with that giant slam still rushing through his bloodstream, “please knock me up” appeared to be the only thing he knew how to say. And that was just fine, because getting knocked up was the only thing he really needed to do that night. I laid down next to him and whispered in his ear. “So tell me the truth: you’ve always wanted to be a cumpig. Isn’t that right, boy?” “Yes,” he replied. “I wanted cum so bad. Raw dick. Uninhibited fucking. I’ve been so scared, but I’m not scared anymore.” “Good boy. You shouldn’t be scared. You should be proud. Proud to take raw dick, proud to be a true bottom—a bottom who surrenders everything to his top—and above all, proud to be free from the fear of getting pozzed. You remember those dudes fucking in the shower?” "Yeah. That was fuckin' hot." "Well, those are my friends. I set that whole thing up. I asked them to do that in front of you, because I knew it would activate your inner cumpig. I knew it would get you thinking about raw cock, about anonymous dick, about embracing the needs of that hungry fuckin' cunt of yours." I took off Dylan’s blindfold. His pupils were enormous, but his eyes shone with an odd combination of happiness and hunger. “Thank you,” he said to me. “Thank you for giving me what I needed, even before I knew that I needed it.” We fell into a deep kiss just as Rick’s body shuddered violently, his dick delivering pulse after pulse of poz cum inside this slammed-up boy’s hungry hole. Dylan let out another groan, whispered "Thank you so much, you fuckin' stud," and went back to making out with me. Finally I sat up, looking him deep in those jet-black pupils. “One more question, boy. After the three of us breed you, what are you gonna do?” He shot me a devilish little grin. “You mean…other than hunting for more loads?” “Good answer,” I said with a laugh. “And if you think you’re hungry now, you have no idea what’s coming. Because it won’t be long before we’ll slide another needle in your arm to get you even nastier and trashier, you twisted fuckin’ pig.” With that, Rick waved his cock over Dylan’s face, all slicked up with a heavy coating of fresh cum. And without saying another word—like any good pair of pigs—Dylan and I helped each other lick that poz dick clean. MORE TO COME…

you dunno what your missing....trust me youll like the taste. Ive felched once, i nutted in him. after pullingout some dribbled down his smooth crack....In a second, before i knew what i was doing...my mouth was right there tonging the hole, cleaning the excess...I dont think any top could get all the cum out. esp if the top shoots it deep. It works best shooting shallow if you wanna good taste of buttjuice and seed.