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So finally it happened....my hole/cunt is now addicted to sperm. As you can read from the above post, i've been waiting quite long for a proper gangbang...so i've chosen to attend to this hot event. After a long trip i finally arrived in Berlin and joined a friend (pig top), who introduced be to Berlin. I'll skip the less important part...let's get to the gang(s). Fickstutenmarkt When I arrived I was a bit concerned...there was a lot of people...i mean a lot. But in the end that's what i was hoping for (and my friend went too as a top) so i took my red hood, and got placed in what i was told it was the main area...GOOD. Ass up, face down....love it. My friend said the place was packed and there were 5 red hoods, and as soon as the first cock entered in my ass, i got fucked no-stop until the "show" ended. I did not need lube since i had already 6 loads before the beginning. That was awesome....i guess i got fucked by around 25/30guys...i lost the count. It was a constant hard and deep fuck. I went for a 15 minutes pause about 90 minutes after the beginning....i could feel my ass was already unable to keep the cum inside :P. The only other breaks were when i was moved in another place, to do DPs and whatever. Some guys did fuck me for some time and shoot their load inside....some just used me to quickly deposit their loads. There was a moment where i think there were a lot of guys queued around me to load me up, i was able to touch their cocks, while i was getting throatfucked. That drove me crazy :P. Having my friend in there was great to get all the details of what happened. Towards the end i felt a huge cock entering inside my ass...it was a BBC churning the milk inside my ass, i could actually feel the sound. Also loved the hung guy who asked me if i wanted his toxic load in German...i begged for it. Towards the end i was tired....but i was still horny...maybe even hornier than the beginning, so i begged for more cum. This got my friends attention, who came with another guy. They both put their cock heads inside my swollen cunt, but then my friend left me "alone" for a couple of minutes....when he came back i could hear some sloshing sound then the guy begin to pound the hell out of me while my friend put 2 fingers in my mouth asking if i liked it...tasted like cum. He told me he collected directly from the cunt of the other cumdump not far from me. Who knows if it's true. I left with the cum oozing in my jeans. So in the end i don't know how many loads i took...my friend says at least 30, i think something less, but i loved it And the truth is....this is a joke compared to what i did "next" P

When I finally woke up, Zeb was snoring and Logan was gone; I could see he'd left a note, and realized - given the time - that he must have had to get moving to get packed up and checked out of his AirBnB in time to avoid paying a penalty. My cock was stiffening into morning wood and I figured the details could wait... as I slid full length into Zeb's hole. Still slick, but significantly snugger than it had been right after the marathon fucking of the night before. His reaction was to moan "Yes, Papa Bear!" and push back against me, making sure he got every bit of my cock as deep inside as possible. Given all the frantic rough slamfucking (and the turn events had taken; hell, I'm a Babylon 5 fan and, damn it, I KNOW what a dangerous question "what do you want" can be) I decided it was time to see how Zeb responded to a gentler approach. I pinned him face down on the bed - so he couldn't start bucking back onto my cock - and started a nice steady deep-dicking, giving a little grind of my pubes against his ass when I was all the way in. I bore down on his back with my chest, grinding my fur against his skin and worked my arms underneath him, wrapping around him in a bearhug that let me gently fondle his left nipple with my right hand, and vice versa. I rubbed my beard on the back of his neck and up onto his scalp, and that got a deep moan from him. He turned his head to the side - not sure whether to say something or to breathe more easily - and I licked behind his ear, then nibbled back down the edge to his earlobe; the lick behind the ear made him gasp and twitch and the earlobe nibble got another moan. Remember, all this time my thick morning pisshard is rhythmically stroking in and out of his fuckhole - nudging his prostate rather than beating on it. I used the deepest register of my voice and softly growled into his ear, "This is what Papa Bear wants. When I'm close - I'll tell you to cum. I love the way your hole clamps down on my meat when you shoot, and that will get me off quickly, filling your hole with my hot poz bear cream, and I know you can't get enough of that." "I sure can't, Papa!" "But other than cumming when you're told, you don't try and drive - leave that to me. And just so you know - after I do cum... I'm going to need to piss. I'm not going to wash my load out of your hole - though at some point I will want to pissfuck you! - but you are going to drink every fucking rank, bitter, salty drop of my morning piss. Right?" I felt his hole clamp down on my cock; if he'd objected, I'd have known he was lying. "Yes, Papa! Thank you!" At that, I pulled out, flipped him over and put his legs over my shoulders. I drove back in a little faster, and then pulled his hands up over his head and made him get a grip on the bars of the headboard. "Your hands stay there until I tell you to cum." He nodded, and I buried my muzzle in one of his armpits and started huffing his intoxicating musk. I had no idea if he usually smelled this wonderful or what - but just in case he'd have to clean up sometime soon, I wanted to make the most of his current state. I felt him moving around a bit under me - and realized that he wanted my armpit over his face, so I accommodated him, then pinned him down again with my weight and kept up my grinding fuck. I could feel his hard cock against my belly - and realized that my belly fur was stroking his shaft as I fucked. "Yeah, pig - work that beard in my stinkin' armpit and get my musk all over yer face!" He grunted acknowledgement and started scouring my pit with his bushy facerug as I did the same to him. After a bit, I pulled back and he looked at me quizzically, giving me the opportunity to press my mouth to his and ram my tongue into his mouth with the kind of brutal energy I'd used with my cock in his ass the night before. Now, obviously I love fucking - but there's something about tonguefucking another man's mouth or his asshole that really gets to me, and Zeb opened his mouth to me the way he'd opened his ass; consequently it wasn't long before I started to feel the building tingle of an approaching orgasm and broke the kiss long enough to say, "Zeb! CUM!" He surprised me again. Instead of grabbing his cock and jerking off in any of the usual ways, he grabbed his sticky hardon by the base - his own cocksnot had collected around it during the fuck - and started rubbing the underside of the head back and forth across my precum-slathered belly fur, making his getting off as much about me as he could. Given this was the first time trying this, I thought he might need a little encouragement; it seemed to me like he'd been hooked up with men who got off on denying their pigs orgasms - I preferred to control a pig through them - so I quickly spat in his face and growled, "Do as you're told, faggot! Shoot that load!" He arched his back, howled and shot a big ole nut that managed to land in the underside of my beard, the rest of the shots splattering all over him. His hole convulsed on my cock and as I planned, drove me over the edge. I finally gave him a few fast jackhammer slam-thrusts as I emptied my load into him. "Oh, fuck yeah Papa Bear!" He grabbed my ass and held me deep in his hole. "I need that cum!" I shoved my tongue back into his mouth and kissed him until my orgasm faded... and right on the tail of that, my need to piss started aggressively making itself known. I dismounted, moved him to the edge of the bed in throat-fucking position - and as I had my cockhead resting on his lips, it occured to me to ask, "Can you swallow in this position?" He gave me a thumbs-up, so I slipped my cockhead into his mouth and started pissing - or perhaps I should say the dam burst. He grunted in surprise, but didn't lose a drop. Now, I never know for sure but a good 8 out of 10 times, my morning piss is really NASTY and it takes an experienced piss guzzler to manage it - and he did. I slid my pisshard deeper and deeper into his throat until he didn't really have to swallow any more; I was just pissing right down his gullet into his stomach. Like the night before - no sign of distress, despite how long it took me to finish emptying my bladder, and just heavy breathing once I slid my softening shaft out of his throat and squeezed out one last spurt to moisten his goatee. "FUCK that was hot!" roared out of the doorway, and I looked over to see Logan in some of his riding gear - he'd ditched the helmet, jacket and gloves, but still had his boots and chaps on - and of course he had his cock 'n balls out of the fly of his grimy riding jeans, stroking. "I had to waste the really rank first load, but I've got a bladder needs emptying again - you still thirsty, Zeb?" Zeb looked up at me, and I decided to put an end to that kind of thing right away. Clearly after his declaration last night, Zeb had decided to treat me as having control over him in the bear/cub mode, and where Logan was concerned, I thought it was beside the point. I also figured that for the moment it was easier to play along until Zeb and I could have a good long chat.... "Zeb, Logan is one of my closest, dearest friends and fuckbuddies. As long as what he asks for doesn't interfere with you servicing me or carrying out my instructions, you service HIM with the same enthusiasm you'd give me. If you want his piss, say so; if you need a break after that load of rotgut I pumped down your throat, tell him so." Zeb looked at Logan and said "Sir, I'd be happy to guzzle your piss." Logan just pointed at the floor in front of him, and Zeb was quickly in position before him - on his knees and his mouth open. "If we were in yer playroom I'd hose him down - but here, he'll just have to drink it all!" said Logan as Zeb closed his mouth around the wide cockhead. The moment seal was achieved, Logan "Hmmmmm"-ed in pleasure and I watched Zeb's larynx bobbing up and down as he guzzled. I was a little surprised Logan didn't shove in to his balls and piss down Zeb's throat since he'd found that so hot to watch, but he looked over at me and said "I love feeling his gulping mouth on my cockhead; I'll have to try that throat pissfuck thing sometime, but right now I just gotta empty the keg!" I nodded, and asked "So - you got checked out of the AirBnB OK?" "Yeah, no problem. I'd already pre-packed a lot of stuff, figuring after the party Friday night I wouldn't be taking anyone back there and I had plenty of time to deal with the rest. I found your spare garage door clicker before I left, so the bike's stowed in there - I haven't unloaded anything yet, I heard the two of you going at it and wanted to have a look." "Well, why don't you go get the stuff you want off the bike into the spare bedroom, and then we'll figure out breakfast." Logan nodded and lumbered off, tucking his licked-clean cock into his fly as he went. I grabbed Zeb by the goatee and hoisted him to his feet, then got right in his face and growled "I understand what you said last night, but you're being VERY presumptuous acting like my pup before we've talked about this. I'm willing to play along for now since it gives us a basic structure for the moment - but that discussion IS coming and things may change a LOT." I paused a moment and continued "You may continue to address me as Papa Bear, or just Papa; do not EVER call me 'daddy' or 'sir'. Calling Logan or my other friends 'sir' is acceptable, unless they direct you otherwise." I let go of his goatee and his gaze never wavered from mine. "Yes, Papa. I'm sorry for my presumption, but I wanted to demonstrate when sober that I meant what I said last night." "Hmf. Well, tone it down for the moment, especially around any of my other friends. They know I don't move quickly on anything important and if you give them the wrong impression it will be a clusterfuck that will NOT endear you to me. I'm amending my earlier instruction; you may address me as Papa in private or in front of Logan, but other than that for now you're to use my name." "Um... Papa... you've never TOLD me your name." I closed my eyes and berated myself for a moment. "Of course not. Nate doesn't reveal the names of the tops to the pigs at the party, and somehow it slipped my mind when you told US your name." I opened my eyes and looked at him. "And you still came home with me?" He looked at me patiently. "Of course I did, Papa Bear." "Pleasure to meet you, Zeb. I'm Max."

Part 81 - Keep the Sling Busy Kyle was awakened by his phone ringing. “Who the fuck…” he groggily said. He grabbed his phone and answered. “Hey! Are you ready for us? We just got off the train and we’re about twenty minutes away” Jaime said. “Uhhh, no we’re not. We’re just getting up. Give us about a half hour to get showered and dressed” Kyle replied as he jabbed Joe. They ran through the shower and had just finished dressing when there was a knock on the door. Kyle opened the door and in walked Jaime and his friend Chad. Joe watched Chad’s eyes open wide as he looked around the room and then saw the sling. “Hey guys, glad you made it. Hope you’re ready to have a lot of fun today” Joe said. “Yeah, this is going to be so fuckin’ cool. I’ve never been with more than 2 guys at one time and I’ve been dreaming about doing this for a couple years” Chad replied. Kyle looked over at Chad and wondered if he really knew what was going to happen. Jaime had told them that Chad wanted to have a bareback gangbang and he said he would let anyone fuck him for the party - “no dick will be refused” Chad had boasted. Chad walked over to the sling and tried to sit down and quickly found himself sitting on his ass on the floor and the canvas mesh seat swung back and hit him in the back of the head. Everyone laughed and Jaime said “I hope the rest of the time you spend in the sling is better than that!” “Are you really ready for today?” Kyle asked Chad. “Yeah, I think so” Chad replied. “Why don’t you hit the bathroom one more time. There’s a setup in the shower to clean out” Joe said. Chad shrugged his shoulders and headed into the bathroom. While Chad cleaned out again, Joe checked the website for any last minute guys wanting to join the party and there were a couple. He approved them and sent out the room number. Forty three guys had requested invites and he approved everyone, knowing that most wouldn’t show up. He figured if he got ten he was doing good since there were so many other options. While Joe was dealing with his phone and the party invites, Kyle laid out some things for the gangbang. He took two bottles of poppers and put one in the drawer in the nightstand next to the bed and left another one on top, next to a bottle of lube. He figured the first guy or two might need the lube, but after the first few loads Chad took, his hole would be ready with the best lube of all. He laid out a blindfold, two pairs of cuffs and a ball gag. Rummaging through the bag he found a sharpie with a string taped to it. Just as Kyle and Joe finished, Chad came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. “No need to be shy, Chad. We’re all gonna see you naked sooner or later” Jaime said. “Force of habit, I guess” Chad replied as he pulled the towel off. The guys looked over Chad, who was three years older than Joe, Kyle and Jaime. His dark blond hair was buzzed short and his ears were pierced with a single 8 gauge ring in each ear. His smooth, pale skin showed a toned but not overly worked out body. There was a light trail down to his 6 inch cock, but the only other body hair he had was in his pits. Chad was fidgeting and everyone could tell he was nervous. “First gangbang or group fuck, Chad?” asked Joe. “Yeah. Other than sucking a group of guys and a few three-ways, I’ve only done one on one… And never with something like that” Chad said pointing at the sling. “You’ll like it. It makes things like this lots of fun. If you don’t, we have the bed here we can use instead” Kyle said as he pulled out a piece of plastic sheet and put it down on the floor under the sling, using the base to hole it in place. He then said “Uh, 12 minutes before the start time so you need to get in position.” Chad moved over and stood in front of the sling seat and was afraid of falling again. “Put your ass ON the seat, hold on to the chains and then rotate back” Joe said. Chad did as he was told and thankfully wasn’t on the floor again. He adjusted his body and then felt Kyle slipping a leather cuff around his wrist. Joe grabbed another and was putting it around his ankle. They did the same on the other side and then, cuffs in place, they hooked them to the chains. “Last chance to bail, Chad. Jaime said he would take your place if you chickened out” Joe said, staring at the trembling body in the sling. “Nnn.n.no, I’m good. I’ll be ok as soon as I get some dick in me” Chad replied. Kyle grabbed the gag and started to put it on Chad, telling him “This is just for the start. We don’t want you to make too much noise and get us thrown out. If you stay quiet, we’ll take it off.” Kyle tightened the gag and then grabbed the blindfold. He looked down at Chad and said “Wave your right hand if you need a break or want us to stop. Understand?” Chad nodded his head and Kyle secured the blindfold. Joe tied the string for the marker on to the D ring on the sling seat and then marked out on Chad’s chest a “+”, a “?” and a “-“. Satisfied that everything was ready for Chad’s adventure, Joe looked over and Jaime was already naked. The other two stripped down to their jockstraps and nodded at Jaime to take the first fuck. Jaime grabbed the lube and lubed his cock and Chad’s hole, slowly fingering the hole with one finger and then two. Kyle grabbed the poppers and held them to Chad’s nose and Chad inhaled once from each nostril. He let out a moan that was audible around the gag. The three smiled at each other and Jaime rubbed his cock around Chad’s hole. Pressing in, there was some resistance, but soon Chad relaxed and Jaime entered his buddy’s ass. He rocked Chad back with his hips and let the sling do its job. The strokes got longer each time as he got deeper inside Chad. There was a knock on the door and Joe looked at the clock and it was a few minutes before the official party time. He opened it and saw Raphi and Micah. “Started without us?” Micah asked. “C’mon in. We just started” Joe replied. The guys stood to the side and took their clothes off and put them in one of the plastic bags Joe had put out. Raphi and Micah started stroking their already stiff cocks. Micah was looking around, first at Jaime and then at Kyle and finally Joe. He seemed to be surprised when he looked at Kyle and Joe assumed he had seen his biohazard tattoo. The look on his face when Micah looked at Joe was more of bewilderment. Jaime was pounding his friend harder and the chains were jangling. “Oh fuck…” Jaime said as he thrust in hard and held on to Chad’s legs. He pulled back and thrust back in grunting with each pulse of his newly charged cum as it shot into Chad’s cunt. “Oh yeah” Raphi yelled out. Jaime slowly pulled out while Joe pulled his hard cock out of the side of his jockstrap and added a little lube with a half dozen strokes of his hand. He moved in and rubbed the piercing around the edges of Chad’s pucker and then plunged in. Chad yelled out around the gag, telling all that he wasn’t prepared for the second cock, much less it being shoved in like Joe had. Even having bred Chad the night before, Jaime had left a large load in today and Joe was enjoying the cummy chute. “Oh fuck” Micah said quietly, turning to Raphi. “Are they poz?” he whispered into Raphi’s ear. Raphi smiled and shrugged his shoulders as Joe started to drill harder. There was another knock at the door and Kyle opened it slightly. A tall thin guy in his 50’s stood there in a leather harness, jeans and boots. His mustached face was weathered by a hard life. He spoke his screen name and Kyle looked it up on the list Joe had taped to the wall before letting the guy in. Everybody nodded at the newcomer while Joe gave his final few thrusts and deposited his own viral seed into Chad’s cumhole. Joe slowly pulled out and looked down to see a small puddle of cum on the plastic covering the floor. He turned and looked at Micah and said “All yours.” Micah walked up and caught some of the cum dripping from Chad’s hole on the tip of his cock and then slowly drove his cock all the way in. The loud moan from Chad showed that he was now getting into the groove. Micah got Chad swinging in the sling, taking all of his cock over and over. The newcomer had dropped his jeans enough to pull his veiny cock out and stroke it hard. Another knock at the door and the ritual played out again. The next guest was about 30, Joe remembered from the guy’s profile. He was a barrel chested furry cub who was no stranger to the gym. His biceps bulged and his legs filled out his jeans. There was a bushy beard that didn’t quite cover the sinister grin on his face. Joe figured he was probably an ex-football jock who had kept in shape after his playing days. Joe checked the name and the guy came in and Joe noticed the bear paw tattoo between his shoulder blades with a red biohazard symbol in the middle of the paw. Nods were made, clothes were removed and his cock was readied by Raphi’s mouth. Micah grabbed Chad’s body and buried his cock in as far as he could before he shot his load in. After the last spurts, Micah backed away and Kyle said “Don’t forget to mark your load on his chest.” All eyes were on him to see where he put his mark. Micah put his mark under the “-“ on Chad’s left pec. Raphi nodded at the first guest who took quickly took Micah’s place. The mustached guy pounded Chad from his first inward stroke. He wasn’t gentle and kept up the pace for almost ten minutes before he said “Yeah, that’s it, boy. Work that hole. You want another load in you, right?” The man growled as he kept fucking with each shot of cum from his cock seeming to add more intensity to his thrusts. He pulled out and backed away, finding Raphi on his knees ready to clean the guy’s cock. Raphi licked and sucked, savoring every drop of the cum mixture he was tasting. Chad’s hole only spent a few seconds empty before the cub stepped up and jabbed his thick pierced cock in. There was a knock a the door and when Joe opened it he found a group of four guys. Three were in their forties and heavily inked and pierced. The fourth looked to be about Joe’s age that was wearing a leather collar that was leashed to one of the guys, a leather jockstrap and nothing else. Joe marked the names of the three off and let them in. The sub was put in the corner while the three tops stripped down. Joe really wanted to fuck the sub and leave a load in his twinky bubble butt, but he knew it was too soon since he bred Chad’s cunt to leave a decent load. The cub growled and shot his charged seed into Chad’s now sloppy hole and then spent a few more minutes working the cum deeper. The three tops took turns fucking Chad, drilling him for a few minutes before pulling out and letting their buddy do the same. The room started to get a little crowded as more guests showed up and the trio finally dumped their loads into Chad’s gut. Raphi was busily sucking one of the new guests - a guy in his late 50s that was visibly wasting and skipped cleaning the cum off of the three friends. Their sub took his place and had all three cleaned up in a few minutes. As the group of four were leaving, a large black guy walked up to the door. He stood six foot four, with broad shoulders and a firm body of muscle. He was imposing in size yet had a friendly demeanor. “This where the bang is?” he asked in a deep voice. “Yeah, you sign up or just cruising the halls looking to fuck?” Joe asked, realizing that it really didn’t matter. “Yeah, I signed up” was the reply. Joe marked him off and said “Hope you like it sloppy.” Everyone nodded at the new guy and watched him drop his pants. His thick 10 inches of already hard cut cock seemed to impress everyone. When he entered Chad, his loose, sloppy hole was now tight again and Chad made it known that he was being stretched open by both yelling around the gag and squirming. The guy took his time to let Chad get used to the sizable cock inside him but then plowed him deep and hard until his balls unleashed a shower of cum that filled Chad well past his inner ring. Joe had set the party up for two hours and a few showed up just before the ending time but he wasn’t going to turn them away. They fucked the well used hole and as hard as Chad tried to clamp down on their cocks, his muscles were worn out after the parade of cock that had used him. One guy had to jack off to cum, but they all planted their DNA in Chad’s fuckhole. With the last cock finished, Kyle put a plug into Chad’s battered hole while Joe and Jaime disconnected the cuffs him and removed the gag and blindfold. Helping him to his feet, Jaime and Joe started to take him into the shower, but Chad just collapsed on the bed instead. After a few minutes, Chad recovered and tried to stand. Joe helped him into the bathroom. Chad stopped and looked at himself in the mirror. He was covered in sweat and looked just as exhausted as he felt. Joe noticed the expression on his face and asked “What?” “What are the marks? Did they rate how good a fuck I was? I can’t believe that nine guys thought was a bad fuck. And three thought I was so-so?” Chad asked. “Nah, those are the status of the loads you took - poz, unknown or neg” Joe replied. Chad’s face turned pale and he muttered “Oh fuck. 14 poz loads” After a long pause he added quietly “I guess I said no load refused.”

Part 5: The Fall I was being spit roasted by two men almost double my age. Each of them intent on breeding and pozing me. And I was giving no resistance. I could feel myself embracing my new life. I could feel my daddy working open my boyhole. As he started going in deeper and hitting my inner ring. I started to flex and pull on his huge man cock. I let myself embrace the animal I was. I was a boyhole, not a man, just a boyhole. And I knew this was how my life was supposed to be. “Fuck, do you feel that boyhole opening up for me. Do you feel that boyhole accepting me. Soon my poz loaf will be deep inside you. The perfect lube to help you realize what you truly are.” Raising his leg on the mattress daddy started to pound at a different angle. I could feel the head piercing my boyclit and I knew this is what I wanted. I knew this is who I was. That life I lived outside this moment was a lie. The car. The house. The job. It was all a lie I wore so that I could thrive in this dank filthy world where I was a boyhole who wanted to please men. In that moment I realized daddy could show up to work and demand my boyhole and I would give it. My boss could walk by my desk and I would be totally willing to throw everything away if it meant getting daddy’s cock in me. Greg was stroking my hair as I slurped on his long thin Daddy cock. I knew he was next in my hole. I could see his heavy balls filled with poz cum ready to charge me up. He kept telling me what a good boyhole I was. How lucky I was that I found a daddy who cared enough to poz me and make sure I was who I was supposed to be. The poppers were placed under my nose and I was told to take three big hits each nostril. The rush hit me like a ton of bricks. My hole began to spasm as I started to spew my load. I could feel my boyhole spasm around Daddy’s cock as he started to swell and increase his pounding. “Oh Fuck Yes boyhole. Spew your last neg load. Feel me poz your boyhole.” Daddy wastes no time in pulling out of me. My went and ruined hole leaking out poz seed tinted pink from the rough breeding I had just taken. Greg ripped his cock from my mouth. “Wait no,” I begged. “Don’t worry boyhole I’m going right into you. You won’t have to wait long.” Greg said moving behind me. Daddy came around the front and offered his slimy cock to me to clean up. “Such a good boyhole.” He said while I started to clean his cock. Tasting my ass and that familiar copper taste of blood. “Taste that poz load boyhole. It’s in you now. There’s nothing to save you now. You’re a boyhole only good for one thing.” Daddy’s cock fell from my mouth. I was sweaty and dizzy from poppers and the whole atmosphere. “Poz loads daddy,” I said. Eyes going wide as Greg’s long dad cock pushed into me. Just then I looked to my right at the door that been left ajar. Several men were standing there. A gathering of disgusting men “Take a good look boyhole” He said tossing my hair, Greg grunting begins me as he fucked me. “They’re all getting a turn. They’re all here to help you embrace the new you. My wonderful poz boyhole.” The poppers were placed under my nose and I submitted willing to take everything.

Part 19 - Confrontation Angelo pulled in to the driveway and sat in the car for several minutes unsure what he was going to say, in his heart he hoped this was not true but he couldn't ignore how he was feeling. He stepped out of the car and walked in to the house, Ethan called out as Angelo put his bag down and headed to the dining room where Ethan sat doing his assignment. It still took Angelo's breath away seeing Ethan head down in his books, he loved him beyond words but also had he been blinded not to see what was going on. Angelo sat down at the table opposite Ethan and looked at him, Ethan looked up and smiled which quickly turned in to a look of concern. "What's the matter Angelo?" Ethan asked closing his books. Angelo stared as Ethan shifted in his seat uncomfortably "Are you playing me Ethan?". Ethan looked confusingly at him "Playing you, what do you mean?". "Are you using me until your ready to move on" Angelo replied seriously. Ethan began to feel sick "Why would think such a thing?". "If you are you your doing a very good job" Angelo's gazed was fixed on Ethan. Ethan looked seeing a very different Angelo "I don't understand where this has suddenly come from". "People talk and it was disturbing what I found out today" Angelo continued studying Ethan. A tear trickled down Ethan's face "Are you saying you don't love me anymore?". Angelo shook his head "Am I just a plaything, a meal ticket for you?". Ethan wiped his face and looked at him "Is that what you really think this is all about? "I don't know Ethan you tell me" Angelo was breaking inside watching him but he had to know. Ethan stood up "Did I hate you for pozzing me, did I hate you when you literally raped me?". Angelo shook his head and quietly responded "No" and looked down. Ethan continued "I can't believe you would think this is how I would treat you". "I don't want to believe any of it but I can't ignore what I heard" Angelo replied. Ethan shook his head "I am only here because of one thing, if you can't see that then I should leave". Angelo looked at Ethan who was leaving the dining room "Ethan wait". "No Angelo, you have made it clear you don't trust me and can't see what is really in front of you" Ethan ran out. He climbed the stairs to the bedroom and sat on the bed, Angelo put his head in his hands regretting what had just taken place, he saw no malice and deceit in Ethan's eyes and knew he had probably just wrecked any chance with him. Ethan picked his phone up and called Adam his eyes streaming with sadness at Angelo, he cried down the phone as he told Adam that it looked like Angelo and he were finished, Adam sat in silence shocked by what Ethan was telling him. Angelo went to get a glass of water and sat at the counter he didn't know what to do. Matt watched Angelo carefully with a gratifying grin on his face and decided to leave it 5 or 10 more minutes before he would knock at the door. Angelo sat there for a few minutes, he believed Ethan and the last thing he wanted was for him to leave, he needed to speak to Franco and reaching in to his pocket he pulled his phone out and turned it on. Adam spoke urgently to Ethan "Don't leave Ethan, it sounds like someone is playing with you both". "He was angry and upset, he doesn't trust me Adam" Ethan croaked down the phone. Adam grabbed his car keys "Ethan please just sit there I am coming over, don't leave until we speak to him". Matt stood at the front door, he couldn't hear anything so he knocked quietly but loud enough to be heard, he could hear the shuffling and foot steps approaching, the door opened and Angelo stood there. Angelo looked at him "Matt what do you want?". "Angelo I just wanted to pop by and apologise for... are you alright?" Matt spoke with his calming voice. "Not now Matt" Angelo said and was about to close the door. "Angelo, you look like you need someone to talk to" Matt said sounding concerned. Angelo opened the door against hi better judgment "Come in". Matt walked through and closed the door and followed him to the kitchen "Thank you Angelo". Angelo began to pour his heart out to Matt, he didn't know why but he felt comfortable doing it as Matt sat and listened intently. "Oh Angelo, I know we ended badly but I would never do that to you" Matt walked over and put his hand on his shoulder. Angelo looked up seeing sincerity in his eyes "I don't know what to do Matt". Matt rubbed his shoulder "I think it best to end it Angelo, I will always be here for you remember that". Angelo's attention was drawn to his phone over the other side of the kitchen as it kept flashing up with voicemails, he was about to retrieve it when there was a knock at the door and he hear Ethan coming down the stairs. Matt tried to stop Angelo in a fruitless attempt by drawing his attention but Angelo heard Adam calling Ethan's name and asking if he had touched him. Angelo turned to Matt and said it would be better if he left, Matt protested telling him he would need a shoulder to cry on and he wanted to be here for him after all he understood Angelo better than anyone. Adam came in to the kitchen and looked at Angelo then at Matt and shook his head "Why Angelo?". Matt interrupted "I don't think it is any of your business, you and Ethan should leave". "Stop it Matt" Angelo told him "I have to speak to Ethan first". Matt glanced at Adam "Ethan doesn't love you Angelo, don't put yourself through this". Adam turned and moved towards Matt "And how would you know, you don't know what they have". Matt stared him down "Are you part of it as well?". "Don't be so ridiculous" Adam retorted clenching his fist. "Enough the both of you" Angelo stood their holding his phone his gazed fixed on Matt. The front door was being pounded as Mark and Franco arrived at the same time and stood their shouting for Angelo to open the door. Angelo stepped around them both and went to the front door, he stopped and looked at the stairs seeing Ethan sat at the top who looked vulnerable and scared. It dawned on him that anyone who looked the way he did could not be lying, he called up to Ethan and told him to stay there as he wanted to talk. Inside Angelo was hurting and just as upset as he turned his focus to the front door and opened it. "It's all lies" Franco shouted as he came in behind Mark pushing him through the door. Mark saw Ethan on the stairs "It's your ex Angelo he is trying to break you both up". Angelo looked at them both "Is that why you have both come here?". "Yes Angelo, we don't want you to make a mistake you will regret" Mark said and Franco nodded in agreement. Angelo turned and strode purposefully back to the kitchen where Matt and Adam were still engrossed in their argument and didn't notice Mark and Franco coming in to the room behind Angelo. "That's him" Franco said pointing to Matt "He is the one who said those things about Ethan". Angelo looked at Matt who stopped to look at Angelo "You just can't let it go can you?". Mark went to other side of where Adam stood and looked at Angelo "Dillon told me he has been stalking you for months". Matt looked at Mark then Angelo "I told you he doesn't love you Angelo, only I know how to love you". "I told you 5 years ago I never wanted to see you and now I know why" Angelo looked angrily at Matt. Matt tried to step towards Angelo but was stopped by Mark "You need me Angelo just face it". "You think to much of yourself Matt" Angelo started moving towards Matt his fists clenched. Adam quickly went round to Angelo and held his arm "Leave him to us, go and put things right with Ethan". Ethan walked in to the kitchen hearing the commotion "Why is he here?" he said looking at Matt. Matt slipped past Mark and ran towards Ethan yelling for him to leave and let him be with Angelo. It all happened so quickly but like slow motions as Adam, Angelo and Mark stood frozen to the spot in that instance. Matt came within feet of Ethan grabbing a kitchen knife like lightning whilst Ethan was in shock and couldn't respond he stood seeing the glint of the stainless steel being thrusted towards him. Ethan felt the sharp scratching across his left shoulder hearing the clanging sound as the knife dropped to the floor followed by Matt's body, his hand went to the spot of the pain, it felt wet and looked down at his fingers that were now stained with his own blood. Franco had seen Matt pick up the knife and reacted quickly punching Matt in the head hard just as the blade of the knife touched Ethan's skin and left a slit across his shoulder cutting through his t-shirt and young skin with silky ease. Matt collapsed on the floor dropping the knife in the process as everything blacked out, Franco kicked him to make sure he was out and lifted Ethan's t-shirt up to see how bad it was. Adam screamed and ran across the kitchen as Franco landed his punch the sound of the knife hitting the floor echoed around Adam's ears, he quickly put his arm around Ethan as Franco lifted his t-shirt up. Adam breathed a sigh of relief seeing that the wound looked worse that it was, it didn't go in deep, he grabbed some kitchen roll behind Ethan and held it over the cut whilst Ethan stood there looking at the blood on his fingers. Angelo gasped but his confused state of mind caused him to freeze on the spot taking in the scene, at the point where Matt grabbed the knife he shouted for Matt to stop, his body telling him to move so he ran towards Ethan to protect him but he was to late as he saw the knife swishing through the air across Ethan. Everything happened to quickly for Angelo to process as bodies flew around the kitchen towards Ethan. Adam looked at Angelo's tear streaked face and told him to look after his lover. Mark ran behind Matt but he was to far away to prevent Matt picking up the knife, he shouted for Ethan to move but he seemed transfixed on the shiny object heading swiftly towards his body. Matt managed to grab hold of Matt's shirt preventing him from getting any closer to Ethan, Matt swished the knife around in the air trying to get at Ethan, he lunged forward with all his strength as the knife ripped through Ethan's t-shirt. He never saw the fist of Franco appear but he heard the crack and thud as Matt fell to the floor with the knife. He looked up and saw blood slowly seeping through the t-shirt. The neighbours had seen all the frantic people arriving and then the arguments and screaming coming from the house, they were concerned and called the police out. Marion and John Chalmers stood outside the front of their house next door to Angelo's as the police arrived, one of the officers recognised John as Dr Chalmers and they ran through everything that had seen and heard. The two cops knocked on the front door and shouted 'Police open up'. Ethan suddenly came back to his senses as Angelo put his arm around him. "I am so sorry Ethan I should never have doubted you" Angelo spoke softly. Ethan looked at the Matt who was coming around "You did though and that hurts". Angelo picked up Ethan and carried him in to the lounge and laid him on the sofa. Ethan looked Angelo in the eyes "I love you Angelo more than you believe in me". Angelo smiled stroking his head "I know and I think you under estimate how I feel about you". Adam opened the door and let the police in, seeing the scene Officer Delgado went outside and asked the doctor if he would attend to the young guy. Whilst Ethan was being attended to the others ran through the series of events that lead up to the evening, Mario and John were both interviewed and confirmed that they had seen the man quite often sitting in his car across the street. With the evidence stacking against him Matt was placed under arrest and charged with stalking and attempted manslaughter. The police finally left escorting Matt to be detained for evaluation, Angelo watched as John finished putting some covering over Ethan's cut. Marion walked in to the lounge "Do you want me to make some coffee?" she asked. Angelo nodded "I will come and help" and they walked in to the kitchen. "We didn't mean to be nosey but it there was quite a commotion going on" Marion began to explain. Angelo smiled "No thank you for looking out for us, I do appreciate you calling the police". "It was just when he arrived but stood and waited watching until he knocked your door" Marion shook her head. Angelo looked at Marion "I'm sorry I have never really made the effort to get to know you both" he said. Marion smiled "We just thought you wanted your privacy". Adam was the last to leave and Ethan was sitting with his feet up on the sofa enjoying the attention he was getting from Adam and Mark whilst Franco and Angelo chatted in the kitchen, when Adam was set to leave Angelo walked with him to the front door. "Have I messed it up with him?" Angelo asked holding the door open. Adam turned to face Angelo "Trust me the love he has for you won't be broken so easily". Angelo smiled "I hope so, I need to repair what happened tonight". Adam kissed Angelo "Just make him happy so him how much you love him, do the right thing". Angelo nodded "Good night Adam and thank you". Adam turned to Angelo as he walked down the path and smiled "Do the right thing". Angelo stood for a moment watching Adam with a sense of curiousness about he had said to him. It was true that he felt so much love being around Ethan and there should never had been any doubt, and did Adam mean what he thought he meant. Angelo closed the door.

When I went to NYC the other week, I had posted my travel details on a few sites. This guy messaged me and wanted to hook up with me when I came. Well at the time, I hadn't planned to spend the night, but still talked to him to keep him updated. I decided a few days before to sleep overnight so I could get some sleep before i drove back home. I told him what I had planned and he and I made plans to meet when I was finished with what brought me to NYC for the night. We went back to my hotel room and got down to business. He was a sexy Latino with a nice 7' uncut cock, very thick. He fucked me for awhile, called me a whore and a slut since he was fucking me raw and wanted his load. I sure fucking did! He fucked me SO deep every thrust hit my prostate. It was a feeling ive really never had before and loved it! eventually he came and gave me his load! He spent the evening with me sleeping and of course he warned me that he may wake up in the night and start fucking me, which he did 2 more times and gave me 1 more load! Best part of my trip!

Hi all, just a quick update. Living with a new Dom in Syracuse. Can now host during the day, so if you're cold and need to keep your dick warm, my aidshole is available, just hmu. Can host you and your seed (if you're off meds hehe)

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I did not write this. I found it long ago on the BBexchange site. I think it's hot as fuck. (Warning: extreme, snuff discussed)) BROTHERHOOD CIRCLE (or Never Fall In Love With Your Gifter) by Anonymous As was their regular practice, Rick and the Boys arrived an hour before the meeting to setup the hall. As soon as they entered the room, Todd and Chris pealed off their clothes and tossed them under the card table near the door, then helped Rick pull out the chairs for the "Brotherhood Circle" the muscles of their hot young bodies rippling under their taut skin as they moved and stretched around the room. Rick fought the impulse to get down on his knees and suck Todd's incredibly beautiful Prick as he had done on a number of occasions. The sight and sound of its growing girth slapping against Todd's muscled thigh sent Rick's own organ stirring beneath his trousers. Setting-up always gave Rick a twinge of sexual excitement, as the meetings were always a surprise, and always hot. At one point Chris stopped Rick in mid-stride and kiddingly started tugging at his belt. "You're not gonna let us be the only ones in our birthday suits, are you?" he joked. At which point his partner reached over and pulled Rick's loose fitting T-shirt up over his head. Now that he was full-blown, Rick was embarrassed by his body, the changes, his loss of muscle tone, the extreme weight loss. It never ceased to amaze him how other guys thought he was so damn hot. He was very plain looking, but ever since he started loosing weight and showing symptoms, many of the guys couldn't keep their hands off him. And not just Chasers who were after any infected Cum they could get, either. He couldn't believe how some incredibly hot men wanted him. Like Todd and Chris and quite a few others. And then there was Paul, incredibly humpy Paul. "Funny, but now that I'm finally getting sick, sex is fucking incredible!" he mused and helped the Boys put the chairs out into a large circle. "How many chairs do you think we'll need tonight?", the blonde asked. Todd looked at this partner contemplatively and replied "last week we had 26” I know Greg and Bill are planning on coming and a few other guys I talked to on-line are gonna be here. Better put out ten more." "That's a lot of Buggers!" Chris quipped, "Man, that's a lot of Buggers!" The three men laughed. In the "old days" Rick did all this work himself. In fact, he helped form the group three years ago with just three other men, meeting in each other's apartments, talking about how they wanted to Convert. Fearful at first of sharing their wish to get AIDS with other men, and their desire to ultimately die from the disease. Sucking each other off; fucking each other in long, sweaty marathons that would last well into the next afternoon. Getting tested together. Even dying. Once they had the large circle of chairs completed, Todd walked over to the corner and began pulling-out large padded vinyl mats into an area on one side of the room. As he did so, the muscles of his back flexed as did those of his tight bubble ass. From across the room Rick admired how the soft hairs caressed Todd's ass cheeks, accentuating the wonderfully dark and inviting fissure that Rick's tongue and Penis knew so well. This was Todd's favorite part of the evening: the "Fellowship." Chris joined his husband in setting up this area. The naked young men teased each other and laughed as they moved several large laminated black cubes out and placed them strategically among the mats. Chris opened a large metal storage cabinet and removed several large bowls of Vaseline and tubes of lube, which he set out on the cubes. Todd reached in to the cabinet and pulled out three baskets of black butt plugs, stacking them in his arms and securing them with his chin, stepping back and forth like an unsure juggler, his Cock flapping in a wide arch in the air as he tip-toes toward the cubes.. "Can't forget these babies!" he said to his husband, balancing the baskets under his chin as his balls swung back and forth. "I knew that you wouldn't forget your favorite toys!" his young husband chuckled back in response, sticking a finger into Todd's eager young rectum then licking his finger with a loud "Yum!". The "Fellowship" evolved from the two hour long "Brotherhood Circle" during which time men would give their own personal testimonials, talked, shared feelings and generally supported each other in worshiping the Virus. Often they supported each other to the point of ejaculation and as mutual jerk-off and sucking became more and more commonplace it was felt that these actions were becoming rather disruptive to the main reasons for the group, so a second component, the "Fellowship" was devised so that, once aroused, men could enjoy fluid exchange in a "no-holds-barred" atmosphere. The testimonials then served a dual purpose: they helped the men feel comfortable with getting and receiving the Bug and made them aroused enough to do something about it after the general meeting. Once they witnessed the Brotherhood Circle, few men did not stay for the Fellowship, which was Todd's favorite part of the evening. Conspicuously absent from the Fellowship play area were any tissues or paper towels. The group frowned on such things and insisted that all ejaculates be made into an orifice, usually a rectum or a hungry mouth. Cum - especially POZ Cum - was regarded as sacred and should not be defamed by being wasted. Any "spillage" was to be licked-up off the matte, floor, cubes or from other men's bodies. This was Todd's favorite assignment and he would spend quite a bit of time at the conclusion of the evening on all fours, Cum infused ass high in the air, licking-up any "accidents". Todd also spent a good part of his time making sure that men had plenty of "accidents". He was a hot sight indeed, his virile young body moving on all fours among the naked men, licking and sucking Cum from any surface, being mounted by yet another hot POZ Prick, till his thigh's glistened with revelries of sticky Infected Nuclear Man Milk. The Sacred Croak Cream would slowly trail its way out over his hairy young ass, down his thigh's, his hairy legs, then would drip down onto the black mat, to be reverentially licked and ingested by another group member, also on all fours, licking up any new ejaculates. At the conclusion of the meeting, Chris would come over to his husband, embrace him and insert one of the butt plugs between his violated ass cheeks to make sure that any new viral strains would be held captive inside his husband's firm young buttocks. Todd liked nothing better then to go home with his boyfriend on the subway, butt plug firmly planted up in his ass, damning-up all that bubbling Death Seed. Todd would sit on the subway car, feeling the plug slowly inch up his violated ass, pushing millions squirming deadly Sperm cells into his eager system. Todd would sit with a lewd smile on his face, patches of coagulated Cum dotting his neatly trimmed goatee, his arm over Chris's shoulder, hugging him close. Another hot night. Another chance to get that one final lethal injection that they each lusted after. Another chance for yet more AIDS cells to multiply within him, to incubate and exchange with his sweet husband. The group grew slowly over the last couple of years and Rick became the default leader. Once he did manage to convert to HIV Positive, there was no stopping him. Even the bouts with the flu, pneumonia and other setbacks didn't keep him from participating. In fact, despite his modest looks, he found that his popularity skyrocketed along with his Viral Load. Thin even when he was in his best of health, the Virus now accentuated his nerdish looks, large nose, oily, unkempt black hair and big brown plastic glasses with perpetually soiled lenses. But the men wanted him. Big time. He tried to structure the group; make it into something other then a fuck club. A place were Chasers could find support and Gifters could help them make the transition in a supportive and understanding way and indiscriminately share their Infection with the nervous newcomers. Originally, he wanted this to be a support group with no sexual activity, except periodically scheduled ritual inseminations. But men are men and boys are boys and gradually the group - and Rick - loosened-up a bit and "fluid exchange" became a regular component of the meetings. The group really took-off when Chris and Todd got involved. Rick met Todd on line in a bareback chat room and invited him to a meeting. That's where Todd met Chris and it was love at first sight. Both the "boys" as Rick referred to them, were then Chasers, Chris being the most forward and adventurous of the two. During that first meeting, Chris sat next to an older guy who announced that his doctor told him he was dying from AIDS. (and who in fact act did die three months later.) Chris casually began massaging the man's dick during the meeting, leaning over to suck it, play with his balls, pinch his nipples. Even though it was announced that sex was prohibited during the sessions, Chris nonchalantly got up and sat on the guy's throbbing cock, facing the group. He slowly went up and down on the man's Infected Bug Blaster while the man's hairy arms rubbed Chris's torso up in down in silent admiration, the hairy forearms a stark contrast to the young man's smooth well muscled chest and abdomen. With several of the men beating off in silent accompaniment, the man finally came with a loud sigh during meeting announcements. Chris casually got off the still throbbing Prick and sat back down in his seat, infected Bug Juice oozing out of his incredible ass onto the metal seat of his chair. Chris spent the rest of the meeting playing with the man's limp cock, gathering up the oozing Fuck Cream in his fingers and nonchalantly inserting it back into his hot young hole. During that night's Fellowship, Todd made a beeline to the Chris and the older man and confessed that he too wanted what Chris got. Chris teased him while he knelt before the old man, hungrily gobbling his infected Prick, bringing it to attention. Chris coaxed the hot young man to mount the rigid Death Stick and take his first Infected Load. Both young men bathed the man with their tongues, worshiping his dying body, eating out each other's newly bred asses for all the men to enjoy. Chris coaxed Todd to join him and the man at his apartment for a more intimate breeding session, which Todd eagerly accepted. During that weekend and on subsequent nights, the two young studs wore the old man out, but took several loads of infected Croak Cream. At the next meeting the following week, Todd and Chris announced to the group that they were "going steady." Of course their interpretation of "going steady" meant that they were going to get infected together and were regular little pigs about it. Chris converted 7 weeks later and Todd was not too far behind. They moved in together and became regular fixtures at the Men's Circle Fellowship as the group became known. They even requested a "commitment ceremony" and asked the old man if he would mount each of them during the festivities, depositing one of his final loads into them as Chris showered hot obscenities into his ear and dozens of men stood and knelt around, beating off enthusiastically. It pleased the newly weds very much to know that the old man who was first to breed them died only two months after their "marriage." Now the boys were in a race to see which one would get the most lethal strain of HIV. Rick had his money on Chris, though Todd was not feeling too well lately. "Such gorgeous guys!", Rick thought to himself as the two lath young bodies rippled with every bend and gesture, their sizeable Dicks flapping around in the air, slapping against their muscular thighs as they walked. "Too bad they won't see 30. Not even 24!" Todd and Chris made themselves the unofficial greeters for the group and they manned their stations at the card table, setting out the name tags they had designed on Todd's computer, featuring a biohazard symbol and a plus sign, a minus sign and a question mark. They would enter the guest's name on the tag with a felt tip pen, and circle the sign that corresponded to the guest's HIV status. Most men knew the routine. There was always a lot of hugging and kissing as the boys would welcome a friend or past fuck partner. They would open the man's shirt or pull it over his head jokingly, and place a nametag on his bare chest, making sure that the guys with the hairiest chests got their tags placed on good and firmly, so that it would cause more then a little discomfort when they were ripped off at the end of the evening. As most men that they were expected to strip for the meeting and put their clothes under their chairs, but men who wished to remain fully (or partially clothed could do so and were not pressured.) Some men preferred not to strip, usually new comers. But upon seeing these two incredibly beautiful young men greeting them at the door, most men willingly - and often rather earnestly -disrobed with out any encouragement. Rick busied himself with some of the paper work and announcements for the meeting as the men began arriving. He noticed there was a line at the door and Todd was on his knees playfully rimming out a new arrival, who was bent over the table writing his name on a tag. "Hey, what about me!" Chris chided and got down on his knees next to his partner and playfully pushed him away, inserting his face into the man's hairy crack. Todd pulled the man's ass cheeks closed on his boyfriend's face and the men in the line chuckled. "Next!" Chris called-out as he stood up to tend to his duties, his face wet with ass juice. "Let me have some of that!" an older gentleman with gray hair responded as he leaned over the table, putting his arm around Chris' neck, pulling him close, licking the boy's face and chin. "Hey Doc!" Todd responded. "How's tricks, Doc?" The Doctor disengaged a deep French kiss from the blonde's mouth and responded: "I think that they're fine, just fine!" nodding toward a tall young man standing next to him, with a muscle shirt and large chain choker around his neck. The young man was hot as hell, as were all of the Doc's other "nephews." Doc Dan was a regular fixture at the meetings. Dispensing advice and plenty of chemical stimulants, Virus and anything else "his boys" needed. Thanks to Doctor Dan, so many of the group members progressed rapidly, having the time of their (young) lives. Fucking like animals until their untimely end. In fact, so many of Doctor Dan's boys died of AIDS that the group members jokingly referred to him as Doc Death, not without irony, and not without admiration. "How are my best patients?" the older man asked the young couple. "You guys need any more stuff?" "If we got any more, we'd fuck our brains out!" Todd responded wryly, referring to the Doctor's reputation of supplying group members with high potency aphrodisiacs. "He already cum 7 times a day, Doc," Chris told the Doctor, putting his arm around his husband's neck and kissing his cheek. Todd's rigid Cock twitched in involuntary response. Todd added: "But maybe you can help Chris get re-Bugged? He really wants to get a lethal dose." "Well, Kenny here is bubbling-over with a new strain that I just got from Europe. Let's talk and plan something at the Clinic" their physician offered. The young couple nodded in agreement, eyeing the Doctor's young "nephew" appreciatively. The fellow nodded without any indication of emotion on his face. Chris handed the young man his name tag as Kenny peeled-off his shirt. A extremely large red circle was marked prominently around the "+" sign on the tag. "Just so we all know were the good juice is," Chris joked to the stud, who didn't seem interested in anything that was said; he just stood and rubbed the growing lump in his pants, eyeing Chris suggestively. Next in line was a young red-haired college boy, whose timid, naive manner made Todd and Chris perk-up their Peckers. "Welcome!" Chris greeted, leaning over the table and kissing the redhead on the lips. "You're new!" The boy averted Chris's gaze and looked down. "Your name?" Todd asked. "Stephen." "Status?" "Neg." "Not for long!" Chris teased in response. The student blushed. "He's so cute," Chris commented to his husband, making the boy blush even more. "Can we screw him, honey?" Todd smiled and helped the redhead remove his shirt, and placed the nametag on his chest. "Nice" Todd commented appreciatively, rubbing his bare hand on the boy's smooth chest. A man behind the boy reached around him and undid his belt and loosened his jeans, which dropped around the redhead's ankles. Todd pulled the kid's briefs down to his kneels and whistled as he examined the growing Cock in his hands. "This is nice too!" Todd offered. The man started kneading the boy's ass, while Todd jerked the Cock to erection. He Frenched the boy who melted in Todd's arms. The Boys seemed to have that effect on a lot of new comers. "Take a seat and we'll be over later. Save a chair on each side of you," the student was instructed as he stepped out of his clothes and gathered them up in his arms. The redhead walked to an empty chair, his veiny red Cock arching unabashedly in front of him, like some large, lewd, aroused snake. The large mushroom head grew bright crimson and the veins began to grow and throb. Shinny, drops of Boy Dew began to droll out of the opening. "Whew!" one of the older men whistled a daddy type with large mustache and a stomach to match. The boy's fleshy pink ass jiggled as he walked across the hall, making the Daddy's Pecker seep Man dew appreciatively. The man could anticipate the moist warm receptacle that the boy's body offered and, catching the Daddy's glance, the boy blushed nervously "You want to get Knocked-up real fast, baby?" the daddy asked the boy. "I can give it to you right now, come'ere!" The boy nervously sat down, holding his clothes in his lap to hide his growing shame. "Leave the boy alone, Hank," another older man scolded, "He's nervous. Give him time. Let him enjoy it." "Don't worry, we won't let anybody POZ you till you're ready." The second man was an effeminate type, mid-50's. He walked over to the boy's chair and, standing behind him, he started to pat his freckled back, rubbing, them massaging the taut skin, as his own engorged cockhead left wet trails along the back of the boy's neck. "You can go when you want to go, baby. Trust me. It will be incredible." "You have plenty of time for that Death Fuck; You DO want your Death Fuck, don't you." The boy stared as if he did not hear the question, but he gradually relaxed. "That's it, relax. Put those clothes under your chair and let us see what you brought us. The boy obediently did as he was told, sitting now totally naked and exposed, his knees knocked together more from the cold air then from fear. "You're a beauty," the older man said, reaching down over the boy's shoulder and grabbing the incredibly large Red Erection, squeezing pre-Cum from the head. "You want to Convert, don't you baby? " the effeminate man cooed at the newcomer. This time, the student nodded in agreement. "That's all you can think of, isn't it?" The boy nodded again, his hungry young Cock visibly jerking larger as he nodded. The boy wanted it. Bad. If these people only know how much. "Well, you just relax, sit back and enjoy the meeting. You'll be beggin' for it by the time we're through with you tonight!" The boy did what he was told and sat back and relaxed, less nervous about his Erection, but still shy, fearful and inhibited. He looked around the room, there were now about 20 men seated, almost all of them naked, most with hard-ons. Some sitting and talking to their neighbors or other naked men who stood around in small clusters. Most of the men had erections, some were actually dripping worse then he was. The boy marveled at the beauty of men's bodies, how their erect Cocks bobbed in the air before them when they walked like some profane flag. How the Dew glistened from their immense swollen tips, announcing their readiness to copulate, inseminate, to create life - and in his case he hoped - to destroy it. The boy sat mesmerized. His angry red Cock bobbing and swaying in front of him, poking out proudly from the crop of bushy red pubic hair like some hungry demon, demanding satisfaction and pulling him after it into a lustful and inevitable abyss of pleasurable self destruction. Some men were sitting, legs apart, slowly massaging their Fuck Poles. One man in particular, who looked like he was in his late 30's, was incredibly hot and masculine. Buzz cut, hairy chest, nice thick thighs, hairy legs. Nothing on but gym socks. He sat back in his chair, pelvis arched forward, slowly jerking off what the kid thought was an eight incher, staring directly at the kid from his seat across the large circle. All that evening, the man didn’t take his eyes off the redhead. The boy actually started to get beads of sweat on his forward not knowing how to react, feeling scrutinized. He would look away, then jab a quick look back to see if the man was still staring. And he was. The boy kept playing that game until, halfway through the meeting he gave up and give in to the man, the boy opened his legs, arched his timid, unschooled pelvis forward and let his hungry, young red Cock take control. He ceased averting the man's gaze. He became captured. He began to beat off with the man, staring into those deep, dark eyes. The boy did not know it, but that night he set eyes on the man who was going to kill him. Literally. And, in just a few hours he would be actually begging the man to do it. In fact, demanding that the man infect him, fuck his hole, kill him with his Infected, Deadly, Mother Fucken' Cum. Breed Him. Make him his Death Pig. He was the Man's Whore Boy. He would give everything, his body, his health, his life to the man, just to give the man a few minutes of carnal pleasure. He wanted the man's Seed. In his passion and submission, the boy would finally scream it for all the men to hear: "Give it to me!! Give my you Cum, Man. I want it. I want AIDS. Please give me AIDS. Kill me Man, Kill my Fucken Hole." The man would not only loosen the boy's virgin neg ass, his beautiful young body, but his entire soul. By the end of the night, the man would have the boy spewing profanities that he never could even think before. By the end of the night, the boy would fall hopelessly and impossibly in love with Ned, his Gifter and his Sweet Murderer. Ned. Former college linebacker. Former Marine. Former cost accountant with the High Mount School District, now on medical leave. Full-blown Ned. Lethal Ned. Breeder Ned. "You should never fall in love with your Gifter," the boy would have been told had he cared to listen during the meeting. And never fall in love with Ned, Stephen. Certainly not Ned. "We could tell you stories, Steve" the group would have warned him. "Let Ned fuck you if you want, but don't let him fuck you over." But, once Ned's stare had the boy transfixed, he was a goner. It was only a matter of time, till Ned would have him impaled on his Throbbing Croak Stick, blasting Liquid Death into the boy's soft young buns. It would only be a matter of time till the boy would become infected, go full-blown, and begin to whither away, all the while hoping beyond hope that Ned would return, it not his love, at least his phone calls. It was only a matter of time. When Ned set his gaze on the boy, the countdown began. The clock began ticking. The boy’s life began slipping away. He now had a limited time left. 27 months, 14 days to be exact, before Ned's hungry Seed claimed yet another young victim. All of his parents plans for him, a career, a good long healthy life, all of them were now derailed by that hot Ex-Marine's eyes and mesmerizingly fat Death Stick. But even if the redhead would have known all these things, it would not have dissuaded him from showering that evening, brushing his hair, putting on his hottest pair of jeans, stuffing his sizeable Cock into his briefs and taking the subway to Mill Creek Station Number 7, to 1345 Cannel Street. It would not have dissuaded him from opening that door and entering into the Men's Circle Fellowship. Not in the least. Like a drowsy sleepwalker, the boy knew exactly what he was doing when he followed-up on that blast mail. He set his own clock and his body embraced Ned's gaze with all its soul. The countdown had begun.

I was out and about a while back when I started feeling horny. I was toying with an idea for a while. Something that would get the other persons heart pounding too. On this night i contacted a Brazilian shemale escort who was on bbrt at that time. She was a thick 9 incher with a skinny body and bid tits. I knew for some time she was a party girl and a bareback fucker. I also know she had lived in Thailand for a while. I told her I was out with a friend and we were both drunk. I said he was straight and had never taken any chems before but was interested in trying G and T with a "professional" lady. . She agreed to meet him 1 2 1 and see how things panned out. amd agreed not to mention she was a ladyboy until he was high. Little did she know I was that "straight guy" and she was in my trap. I sent her my number and told her I would get him to call her. I told her I was going to a sauna and wished her a good night I called her a few minutes later and explained I had been given her number by a good friend. She said she was expecting my call and asked If I wanted to party. I said yes and she text me her address. I arrived and she buzzed me up. I was rock hard and my chest was pounding because of the charade. When she opened the door I was blown away. She was slim, beautiful and I spied a little bulge. We made our way into the bedroom. She gave me a little kiss and told me to relax. I gave her a donation and she left for a few minuets. I looked around the room. I could see poppers, various sized dildos from small to holy fuck. She returned with a little tray with a drink to relax me. I downed the aloe vera drink and noticed the tell tale after taste. It was strong, she hadnt gone easy, she clearly wanted me relaxed high and loose. Once again she kissed me left again and told me to relax. I stripped to my boxers and noticed a discussion going on in the other room. I assumed whoever was in there didnt approve of her taking advantage of me. She returned again with the same tray. This time was different. There was a small clear bag, a glass pipe and a lighter. She asked me if I knew what it was, I played dumb and asked if it was G...she smiled, pulled me close and kissed me for about 30 seconds. She prepared everything for me. She explained how to breath and when to exhale. She sparked it up. When it began to evaporate she siad "slowly inhale" I sucked back for about 10 or 15 seconds. "Wait" she said after about 15 seconds she told me to exhale....instant nirvana. The G I had taken earlier started kicking in. I slightly exaggerated the reaction to maker her feel I was a helpless virgin in her control. She kissed me again, deeper this time. My cock was rock hard. She felt it and smiled. She repeated this multiple times. She said I needed more to relax. When she was satisfied she told me to take a shower I showered wile trying not to fall over. Her G was strong or the dose was high. When I was finished I walked naked back to the bedroom. I saw her in the living room with a bi Brazilian guy who I found out later owns the place and is letting her stay with him for sexual servicing. They were preparing to slam each other. They noticed me looking and I kept walking into the bedroom. The pipe and lighter were still there so I hit it hard as I could waiting for her to return. A little while the guy came out and asked me how I was doing with a big smile. I gave him a thumbs up. He said he loved hairy guys blew me a kiss and stumbled back into the living room. I expected to hear them fucking any minute but she returned to me with another drink and a big kiss. She was high as a kyte and rock hard but i pretended not to notice. I downed the drink and she took me to the bed and started kissing me deeply. We chatted and kissed. I talked to her about a recent holiday to Thailand and mentioned I wanted to go back alone, having gone with a friend before. She took off her bra. We continued to kiss and she asked me why i wanted to go back to thailand. I said i dont know, maybe to meed a thai ladyboy or get a massage. She smiled and told me she is a ladyboy. Still acting I asked her what she meant. She stopped sissing me, moived back and pulled out her huge cock. I joked that she tricked me and my friend tricked me. I sat up and kissed her. She went into horny overdrive and kept kissing me and rubbing my cock. She then sterted rubbing my asshole lightly as she moved down to start sucking me off. She sucked my cock and licked my asshole for a few minutes then stopped. She gave me the pipe and left the room. I sucked deep and blew clouds. She ruturned with a blindfold and retrived stockings from her drawer. She asked if it was ok as she started to tie me spread eagle. I was so high at this time i could barely spoke. She kissed me and left the room. She quickly returned but i could hear whistering in the background of the music. She kissed me repeatedly switching from kissing me to sucking my cock. She told me to focus and she would hold the pipe for me. I followed her instruction. I also felt my arm being tied at the elbow. "OK now" she said. I slowly inhaled my deepedt one yet. "Hold it" she said. I helf my breath as long as i could. As i was exhaling i could feel the band around my elbow being released and a warm feeling throughout my whole body. My feet and hands were untied as i curled up in the foetal position...it was my forst slam and it was a huge one. I felt nausea for a minute and was unable to speak. I tried to lift myself but my arms crumpled beneath me. I lay on the bed blindfolded. I could feel her kisses on my lips , his mouth around my cock and his fingers in my ass. This was the begining of a 2 day session. Let me know if you want to know more...

Moving in with Dad Todd never knew his Father when he was growing up. His Dad, Jeff, had knocked-up Todd's Mom back when the two of them were in high school and since they lived in a small, ultra church-going town, she was not going to have an abortion. Todd's mother raised him on her own until she suddenly died midway through his senior year of high school. His maternal grand parents wanted to take him in, but state law gave Jeff primary responsibility for Todd's care, so once Jeff was apprised of the situation, he gladly took Todd in to live with him in a town in the adjoining county. The first few days for Todd in his Father's were, quite naturally, somewhat awkward, but the two found a comfortable routine. Todd was particularly pleased when he realized his Father was far less controlling than his Mother had been, so Todd found himself enjoying a sense of freedom which he never experienced with his Mother, especially when Jeff guided Todd through the process of getting a driver's license and in providing a car which Todd could use to drive to and from school, as well use as around town. Todd even felt the freedom to explore more of himself. From an early age Todd had sensed he was gay, but given the ultra-conservative character of his Mother's family and the town in which he and she had lived, he suppressed any exploration of his sexuality. Living with his Father, on the other hand, was a different story, and Todd quickly found a himself a friend at school, David, with whom he could let his guard down and be himself. Quickly David and Todd were spending a fair amount of time together, and, given Jeff was often out on weekend evenings, Todd was able to host. The first night they hung out Todd received and gave his first blow job, in the process swallowing David's load, which was Todd's first experience in tasting cum. The following week David got Todd to fuck him, and as David never used condoms, the fuck session was bareback. Naturally David bred Todd's hole, maintaining condoms ruined a good sexual experience for both the top and bottom. On Todd's 18th birthday came around, Jeff took him out for a nice dinner, and the following Friday night, when Jeff was on the road, David introduced Todd to a strange glass pipe, showing Todd how to take a hit off of it. Now, Todd had never explored any recreational substances, but having enjoyed everything David had suggested they explore up to date, it wasn't a stretch to get him to try smoking a bowl or two. That night, however, somewhat unexpected, Jeff came home early, entering the house quietly to avoid awakening his son. Moving soundlessly down the hallway, Jeff passed Todd's door, which was slightly ajar, the glow of a television providing the only light in the vicinity. However, before Jeff had completely passed the doorway, he registered a slight hint of movement which arrested Jeff, compelling him to pause to understand what he was seeing. Then, through the gap between the door and the door frame, Jeff registered Todd was 'entertaining' David, and that David on Todd's bed, on all fours, and that Todd was behind him and that both boys were naked. Standing discretely in the shadows, Jeff smiled and thought to himself, "Like father, like son," and, this same reaction extended to seeing Todd light up and heat the bowl. At this exact moment, David chanced to glance back at Todd, and in so doing, caught a glimpse of Jeff. The two briefly locked eyes, and then Jeff discretely and quietly moved down the hall, heading for his own bedroom. David, however, was not as sang froid as Jeff, and slid off of Todd's cock saying "Todd, your Dad just walked down the hallway and saw us!" "You sure?" Todd asked, even as David dressed. "Yeah, absolutely. Sorry, guy, but I'm out of here. We'll talk later." After David left Todd thew on some mesh basketball shorts and, taking a deep breath, walked down the hallway to see his father, whose bedroom door was slightly ajar, and a light was burning. Before Todd could knock his father called out in an even voice, "Come on in, Todd." Not knowing what to expect, Todd complied, finding his Father in the bathroom doing something with the water running. "Todd, make yourself comfortable, I'll be right out," Jeff called. A few seconds later Jeff walked into the bedroom, shocking Todd in the process: Jeff was butt ass naked. Todd was not so shocked, however, not to think 'Man, Dad has a great body, and I guess I have Dad's cock'. In fact, Todd couldn't help but stare at his Father. Although 35 Jeff's body was quite muscular, and his cock was a full eight inches, even soft. Moving his line of sight up to his Father's face, Todd relaxed somewhat. Clearly his Father wasn't outraged or distraught, in fact he looked quite cool. 'He's probably going to give me a safe sex talk', Todd thought. What he didn't expect was Jeff's opening question "So, how do you like fucking David?" Although a bit startled at the opening question, Todd had presence of mind to answer honestly "It's great, Dad, I love fucking David." "And what about the pipe?" Todd wasn't on uncertain ground how to best answer, but Jeff made it easy when he set the stage saying "I sure like smoking sand glass pipe. Don't you?" The Jeff really blew Todd away when he asked "Todd, would you like to get high with me? The stuff I have will blow you away." Todd didn't have to actually answer his Father. Rather Jeff approached with a rubber strap, a syringe loaded with some liquid, and an alcohol wipe. Jeff put the rubber strap on Todd's left bicep, and then used the alcohol wipe to wipe-down Todd's inner elbow, and then, still not having said a word, Jeff took the syringe in hand, pulling the cap off with his teeth, then sinking the needle in a fat vein in Todd's inner elbow, withdrew the plunger, drawing forth a drop of blood before emptying the content of the syringe into Todd. Just before Jeff removed the rubber strap was "Todd you'll probably feel a surge of warmth, followed by a chemical taste in the back of your throat and then you'll probably cough a couple times, then you'll feel your heart race and your breath will also increase. Just ride the rush, relax and enjoy the experience."

James was a good boy. He was the best boy. James was the soccer jock, lgbtq club president, popular, friendly, and at 6'0", 165, blonde hair and blue eyes - gorgeous. He was the boy everyone wanted. James breezed through Stanford and then Princeton Law. His parents gave him a car for high school graduation; a backpacking trip through Europe for college graduation; and a condo for graduating law school. James new condo was in Chicago as was his new job at a top firm. James worked a lot, but he still played sports, ran, went to the gym and managed to fuck as much ass as he could find on Grindr. James a a wet dream - smart, attractive, educated, good job, gorgeous body, and a top. James fucked every gorgeous guy between the ages of 18-25 who hit him up on Grindr. He'd always go to their place. He'd always use a condom. He'd always blow his load on the guy's back or face. Boys fell at his feet and he loved it. He wasn't conceited, but it felt natural that guys hit on him and he accepted it with grace and a hard cock. James was picky though. The guys had to be as hot as him. He didn't want to grab anyone's soft belly or flabby tits as he fucked them. He wanted perfect guys. James also rejected barebackers. He thought they were stupid and risking their lives for momentary pleasure. You see, even though James had been fucking guys since he was 15, he had never once fucked a dude without a condom. James would say, "I'm saving that for the man I love." Enter...............the Tip James was out with his gay friends one night. They'd all been to a fundraiser for a gay rights organization and had a few drinks. They went out directly afterwards. James' friends were much like him, athough mostly bottoms and certainly not only have safe sex. In fact, most of them thought James was kind of pretentious about the safe sex aspect of his life. But, they never mentioned their dissatisfaction to James or each other. James' friend, Mike, introduced him to a friend visiting from Spain. Juan was a bit shorter than James, but he was just as fit. James thought Juan was the hottest man he had ever seen. Juan was very attracted to James. Mike had met Juan in Madrid. In fact, Mike had been fucked and bred by Juan many times, including that very morning. Mike knew not only that James and Juan were both tops, he also knew Juan was an amazing bareback-only top. Mike had also been fucked by James, who he knew to be a safe sex only top, so Mike thought it'd be interesting to see what developed between the two tops. It wasn't long before Juan was touching James all over. James was getting more girly than any of his friends had ever seen him. In fact almost everyone was shocked when James went to get drinks and Juan pressed his cock into James' amazing ass and very slowly ground into James. James was nervous. He was a top and this guy obviously wanted to fuck him. He didn't really know what to do. The guy was so hot that James had to fuck him. To calm himself, James drank more than usual, with the consequence he was rather drunk by the time he and Juan left the bar. James broke his first rule, namely he never brought tricks to his condo, but knowing Juan was staying at Mike's place, and as James wasn't interested in Mike being privy to what transpired that night, it seemed James' condo was the best option. Once in the cab, James finally got a good feel of Juan's amazing nine and a half inch cock. Now, James' cock was a solid eight incher, eight inches that guys loved, but James found Juan's cock was utterly amazing in both length and girth. They kissed in the cab, and Juan, never the shy type, sought-out James' crotch and massaged below James' balls, striving to reach his hole. James didn't really know why he did so, but almost involuntarily he spread his legs to accommodate Juan's focus of interest - his hole, and when Juan's fingers found that hole, James moaned softly. Once upstairs, James made a drink for each, and they enjoyed the amazing view of the Chicago skyline from James' living room. Not to be outdone by the city scape, Juan pulled his shirt off to afford James another amazing sight. James followed suit, and the two men resumed making out, as James melted into Juan's nimble fingers and suggestive tongue. It wasn't long before James and Juan were naked and James hands were braced against the floor to ceiling windows as Juan ate his jock ass. Even in his drunken haze, James thought several times that Juan ate ass better than he had ever eaten another man's ass, particularly as Juan's tongue reached an amazing depth into James' hole. Juan knew James was a top, Mike having told him as much, and, to get into James' ass, Juan knew he would need to weaken all of James' defenses, and opening-up James' hole was the best way to ensure James would be fucked at this very window, so Juan kept eating James' ass for quite some time until he got to his feet and asked "Why not grab some lube?" James returned with both lube and condoms. Juan pressed James against the window again and jammed his tongue up James' ass, causing James to moan like a whore. James was sober enough to realize he was begging like most of the bottoms he'd fucked. James decided right then that he would let Juan fuck him. It would be the first time James had been fucked his senior year of college. Juan recognized the relaxation of ass and back muscles as the other top gave his ass over to him, so he started fingering James. First, one finger, then two, then twisting and corkscrewing the fingers; then more ass-eating. Only to repeat the sequence several times. After almost an hour of prepping James' ass for this fuck Juan stood up and pressed his cock on James' ass crack, as he simultaneously kissed James and ground his cock into James' crack. Juan asked James what he wanted. "Please fuck me," came the reply. Juan made James beg to get fucked, and beg James did, realizing to some degree Juan was turning him into his bitch, but James was too drunk and too turned on to care. James wanted Juan's cock inside him. He needed it tonight. James spread his cheeks for Juan, face pressed against the glass. He shoved his hole back at Juan. Juan dribbled lube on James ass and then spread his hand over James hole to rub and finger it in. Then for the first time since they had been naked, Juan touched James' cock, giving it a thorough lube job. Juan then lubed James' ass and fingered him again, lubed James' cock again, and then lubed his own cock. Juan pressed forward on James open hole. James winced as he felt the cock enter him. Then he relaxed as the spongy head was pushing inside him. James knew it would hurt, but he really needed Juan to fuck him tonight. As Juan was pressing in a bit more, James asked "Are you wearing a condom?" "No," Juan replied. "I never fuck without a condom. Put one on." Juan pressed in a bit more and then pulled back some. Juan was watching and half his head was inside James now. Juan said, "I'm not even inside you yet. Let me just play around with the tip and then I'll put on the condom." James reasoned Juan's suggestion was okay as they would fuck bareback only briefly- only a minute or so. "Okay, but just for a minute. Then use the condoms on the table." Juan agreed. He had this safe sex top exactly where he wanted him. Juan pushed and pulled a little bit farther inside James' hole with each thrust. Once half Juan's cock was inside James, Juan asked James how he liked it. "It feels really good. We should put on a condom though." "Just a bit more. Your ass feels so amazing wrapped on my cock this way." Juan continued to lightly play with James' cock and stroke his lean, hot jock body as the former top was giving up his ass. Juan didn't take long before he was balls-deep in James' hole. James could feel Juan's public hair on his ass. He knew Juan was all the way inside his ass bareback. James mentioned the condom again. Juan flexed his cock inside James and James moaned and squeezed his ass on Juan's cock. 'Fuck it' James thought, adding 'I'll live it up. Just this one time. I'll let Juan fuck me bareback'. Juan knew he had James now. He knew the boy would never mention a condom again tonight. Juan started fucking James hard. James was moaning and grunting. Juan was amazed at how easily this safe sex top had given up his ass bareback. Juan was chuckling inside. He thought to himself, "All bottoms just need to be shown they are bottoms." Juan and James were sweating. James was getting his ass seriously fucked by the hottest guy ever. Juan was fucking a seriously hot guy. James and Juan both knew how amazing this fuck felt. James was grunting and moaning. He started imagining what it would be like bent over like this for Juan more often. James was imaging Juan fucking him everyday. He thought how lucky he was to have this gorgeous man inside him. How privileged he felt to be fucked by this big dick. Wow. Juan was an amazing fuck. Juan was stroking James cock faster and he was fucking with shorter and shorter strokes. James knew Juan was going to cum. Juan said, "I'm going to cum." James reached his hand back, grabbed James ass and pulled him inside him. James felt his first internal cum shot at that moment. He felt so hot. He felt so sexy. He felt so amazing. James came all over the rub and window. Without a thought of condoms, Juan fucked James multiple times a day, every day for the next two weeks before he left to return home. Juan came in James every time. Juan eventually started making James beg for the cum to be shot in his ass. James loved it.

Don't know if you need a psychologist, but definitely you need multiple opinions, which you're sure getting here! Like you, I was turned on with bareback, excited by the risk, and conflicted about converting. Even took poz loads and didn't convert. And when I thought I was ready, the gifters I knew seemed to disappear! But eventually, I got it. And after a really miserable fuck flu, I'm back, cocked, and loaded with silver poz bullets! It seems my dick's harder than ever, my balls work overtime producing more seed than ever, and am having awesome sex--including some guys who want my toxic gift. Is it psychological? Is it the virus replicating? Both? Maybe? All I can offer is my lived experience--and my semen, if you want it! ?

See if you have Naked or Blackout night at the Lab. But you also have an upgrade in the future - Biohazard.eu parties. Look that up. You won't even remember a number 7.

Was in NYC and connected with a local FB. He came over to my hotel and we quickly got undressed. He hopped up onto the bed and I started sucking his cock until he was rock hard and ready for more. He's about 7 inches, not too thick, but knows how to work that tool to maximum effect. I slid down to the edge of the bed and bent over. He lubed up and slowly worked his hard cock into my hole. A few hits of poppers had me feeling fine, and I could feel his balls pushing against mine. He was buried to the hilt inside me. After a few seconds to get accustomed to his cock (as it had been about 4 months since I last bottomed), he started working in and out of my hole. He put his hand on the back of my neck and forced my face into the bed. Felt so good for him to take control of me and use me for his pleasure. He continued to pump his cock into my hole, with no regard to my pleasure. He didn't care, and I was fine with that. My entire existence at that point was to make him cum and release wherever he wanted. But I wanted his cum inside me. I needed his load. I needed to be used by him for his pleasure. As he increased the pace of his fucking, I knew he was getting close. Another hit of poppers, and I was feeling fine. He quickened his pace, and I could feel he was near. Finally, it got to the point of no return, and he pushed deep into my hole. I could feel his cock as it pulsed, shooting rope after rope of cum deep inside my bowels. I felt the contentment of satisfying my top, After a few minutes, he softened and pulled out of my hole. As we laid together in bed, I could feel his cum leaking from my hole. I clamped down, determined to keep his white gold inside as long as possible. We repeated this two more times, and he left after breeding me 3 times last night. I went to sleep with his loads in my hole all night long. Turned out to be a fantastic trip to NYC after all.

This big bellied, cigar smoking bareback bottom would love to meet you and your buddy...

“It’s not a problem” ”Toughen up” ”it’s always been this way” ”we just want to be left alone” ”so tired of PC Bull Sh**” All things a white guy says when confronted with racist language or behavior he propagates. Because fighting racism is “politically correct nonsense”.

Missionary probably allows for the deepest penetration, however I prefer ass up face down/doggy or me laying on my tummy while he is on top of me with his forearm across my neck slightly choking me.

The following is my absolutely true experience on Saturday into Sunday, 1/26 - 27. Posted here to honor the mod's request not to post chem stories in the last load directory. I took the plunge(r) this weekend. I was on Jack'd doing my regular weekend cock cruise when i came across the profile of a dude I'd chatted with a few years ago on BBRTS. He's a parTy guy, which I already knew...and also knew what I was potentially setting myself up for. I started telling him about how I love the stories here, especially the chem sex ones; but more specifically the stories of guys "stealthed" with T and that I had fantasized often about it happening to me. I had explained this fantasy scenario to a couple guys in the past, but either they didn't take the hint or I got up to the point of doing it, then backed out. But I had taken a Molly earlier in the day (recently started experimenting with that), which probably helped lower my (already low) inhibitions. We eventually agreed to meet. I drove to his motel room a couple miles away and we started fooling around, which eventually ended up with me ass up on the edge of the bed fucking. He nutted, pulled out and said stay right there, don't move. I knew what was coming. I wanted to panic and leave, but i also wanted to stay and see it out. Staying won out. Soon after, I felt something pushed into my hole and liquid filling my insides. The bump started taking hold a few minutes later as he worked a good sized vibrator in and out of my hole. A rush of warmth, followed by euphoria and a craving to be fucked. It wasn't a strong feeling, just kinda took the edge off my inhibitions. He slid back into me and pounded another load into my cunt. We laid on the bed talking a little bit. I started to question my choice and panic a little, but he talked me down from the edge. I eventually asked him directly to give me another bump. This time, the high hit. I needed dick and I needed it N.O.W. He slid back into me and popped off a third load. I knew that wasn't enough. Right then, my Kik alert sounded. It was this young kid from BBRTS who had fucked me a time or two over the last month. He said "I have a fever, but I'm really horny. Can I still come fuck you?" I told him sure, I just needed to get back to my place. I thanked my host and left, in a hurry to get another load into me. I get home and he arrives not long after. Slides in and starts pounding away at my cunt. He's got a cold, but he's still giving it his all. Eventually dropping a good sized load. He leaves. I need more. I hop onto the sex sites, cruising for more dick. Scrolling through Grindr, I notice my favorite fuck buddy is on. Jackpot. Let me tell you about this guy: he's black, about 6-feet tall, built like a god, and blessed with at least 9" of thick, uncut cock. He's been very patient working my pussy these last few months to loosen it up and accommodate his fuckstick. Thanks to my other big dick regulars & him, I'm at the point I can take most dick balls deep on the first thrust. I hit him up on Kik, because it's often faster than Grindr. I practically begged him to fuck me, telling him I was partied up and already loaded. I offered to drive to his place across town or give him $10 for gas (an arrangement we had previously discussed). He preferred to travel. When I take dick, I pull my mattress into the living room and lock my pets in the bedroom. He wanted to stand and fuck me. I told him I'd be ass up on the chaise lounge. About 15 minutes later, I'm poppered up & in position when I hear the door open. He undress and approaches me. He nudges my hole with his cockhead before shoving it in. FUCK....it hurts and I involuntarily lurch forward. He stays with me, still pushing steadily, and pulls me back toward him. He remembers my request from last time, "don't let me pull off." Soon enough, he's balls deep & I'm in heaven. The next 15 minutes are whirl of him long dicking me, shoving deep to rearrange my guts, and me forcefully impaling myself back on his magnificent cock. It's an amazing feeling. He has this technique of shoving deep, then swinging his hips from side to side to make sure my entire cunt feels his wrath and loosens up even more. One last forceful shove balls deep and he moans, just loud enough for me to hear, while he unloads his nutt. He pulls out suddenly and takes a step back. I flip around to clean off his still hard dick, licking under the foreskin. He shudders slightly. "You got another load in there for me?" I ask. He doesn't say anything, but i know he does. I go down on him again, taking it as far into my throat as i can. His cock is just slightly less than rock hard and I manage to take it all in. I work my throat muscles until I start to gag, then come up for air. I try again, but it's like steel now and i can't get it to bend into my throat the right way. He pulls away. I know what he wants. I flip around and present my pussy to him again. He lets me take a couple hits off my poppers before going in, balls deep, in one hard thrust. I moan. Back in heaven. This time around he's dead set on making sure every inch of my cunt is stabbed, forcefully, and often. Sometimes it hurts, as he re-explores a direction to dig deeper. But the pain only reinforces my craving for more of his cock. I growl and slam back on him in time with his rhythm. I need his dick to tear me up; to show me who's in charge; to prove that he, by birthright of his skin tone, is my superior in every way. He shoves all the way in while forcing my ass lower with his arm. Bam. Oh my god, he's never gotten this deep and it hurts. He knows he's found the spot. He keeps jabbing away at the spot like a jackhammer, never retreating more than an inch before attacking it again. Oh (jab) my (jab) god (jab). He's relentless and all i can do is take it, all i want to do is take it. Now, tomorrow, and forever. One last buck and my body realizes it better open up and let him in. He slides part way out and gives one final forceful thrust and gets through. A soft moan is the only indication that he's breeding me for the second time in 30 minutes. Without warning he pulls out, leaving me empty and recovering from a mix of pleasure and pain. I flip around and attack his dick with my mouth. It's sensitive, and he pulls away slightly; but I'm determined to make sure every drop of him is in my body. His nutt tastes slightly salty-sweet as i lick around the tip as his cum oozes out from under the foreskin. He dresses quietly and leaves. Not even a thank you, not that i expected one. He knows that i know inferior whores don't deserve a thank you. I take a moment to recover, put my sweat pants back on, and start the hunt again. But it's 4am and no one responds to my overtures. I'm high AF, though, wide awake and craving dick. The hunt continues. -end-

Part 4: Acceptance I started to struggle, I could my heart race as the adrenaline kicked in. I kept telling myself that I can’t let them poz me. I can’t let this happen. “Fucking boyhole is trying to stop this. Greg hold him down will ya. Give your piece to suck on for a bit that should calm him down.” My daddy said as he pounded me even harder. Greg can in and helped hold me down. His long slender cock smelled as if he had already been inside a hole and I looked up at him. “Go on, open up, suck me bitch” He said while rubbing the cock all over my face. I felt daddy begin to shift as he moved himself so he could speak softly into my ear. “You wanted to be a boyhole right?” He asked me while still fucking my hole. “Yes” I said. Greg put the poppers under my nose and started to tease his cock into my mouth. “Boyholes live for cum and cock. They don’t need to be beg they need to be poz. Think how free you’ll be knowing you can take anything into you. You’ll be able to get fucked anywhere by anyone all because you’re gonna be a poz cumdump.” He picked up the speed. “Or I could just stop and let you go.” Then it happened. He pulled out and I felt my world shatter. I wasn’t thinking about getting away. I wasn’t thinking about getting tested. I was thinking of how empty I was now that daddy wasn’t in my hole. “No please” I begged. Eyes wide open as I looked back his cock rock hard and wet with lube and my ass juices. “No what?” Daddy asked me. “Please don’t stop fucking me. Please.” I started to scoot back to get daddy back into me. Greg watched me from his spot in front of me and stroked his long cock. “What a boyhole.” Greg said laughing as he took a hit of poppers. “You know what that means then right. You know what you have to become?” He asked me. “I want you back in me. No matter what. I’m sorry I tried to stop this Sir.” I said. Head hung low. ”What are you?” Daddy asked lining back up to my hole. “A boyhole” I said. “A what?” He asked pressing his head into me. “A boyhole.” I said a little louder. “You’re missing something. Say it. What are you?” He started to fuck me again. “A poz boyhole who only wants cum in him.” I shouted looking right at Greg’s face as the cock in my boyhole bottomed out. “Now go ahead boyhole. Take Greg into your mouth and get him ready. He’s next in you after I blow this load.” Daddy said picking up the pace. “Go on boyhole. Suck me. Get me ready to poz your useless boyhole and make you a poz cum dump.” Looking up at him with glazed eyes I opened wide and willing took his poz cock into my mouth. I was a poz boyhole only good for dumping in.

We discuss likes and dislikes. I remind him ive never done anything like this before. I think he sees this as a chance to mold be to something of a plaything. He asks if I like black cock. I tell him I dont mind. We start to smoke. This time I am smoking as I please having my own supply and a share of G. He asks me if i want to try a booty bump. I know what he means but ask him anyway. After explaining he starts to make some up. I can see the ladyboy is tired and she has detached herself from our trio. We bump and I feel weird with my ankles behing my back and a pretty heavily dosed syringe of ice being shot into my spunk lined asshole. He asks me to come with me to a friends apartment to retrieve something. I dress in a girls sweatpants and ill fitting girls teeshirt. It was in the same apartment complex and we cut through the underground carpark. It was daytime much to my surprise. People are starting . Am I paranoid? I realiise I dont care. We arrive at the other apartment. It took about 5 to 10 minutes I cant tell. We are still carrying our bumps and its kicking in nicely. He explains its a friends place. Some older guy he hooks up with. No one is home when we arrive. I start looking around a little. The older guy has a full on sling room with all kinds of rubber, latex, porn and sex toys scattered around. My brazilian friend switches on the light. The bulb is red and he has some kind of disco ball spinning. Added to the chems it looks like disneyland for grown ups. I tell him im going to the bathroom. He is fully naked at this point. I remember how scarily big his cock is and stare at it as he smiles. I drop my bump in the shower. I feel my ass. Its open and moist inside. I shower off and start playing with my ass in the shower finfering it. My cock is roch hard and my ass feels like its got a separate high going all by itself. After a few minutes I dry myself off and we chat for a few minutes. He has a small bag of powder and asks if i want to try. Fuck yes, it could be anything from crack to rat poison but i need it. He crushed it up and makes up 2 lines. He hands me a metal tube and says "one in each side" I gobble them up sniffing as hard as i can. Im hit with a horrible taste at the back of my throat. I cant figure out if its bitter or something else. He makes up another 2 lines which i assume are for him. Go again he says. I dont hesitate. This tastes just as bad. I feel no different but suddenly i start sucking his cock.I cang get half way down without nearly gagging. We sit for a few minutes. Hes on and off his phone messaging. I start to feel a little weird after a while and without hesitating he moves me to the other room and puts me in the sling. He binds my hands and feet to the sling so i cant get up and pulls me forward for a bit so my ass is hanging over the sling. I feel him starting to switch between eating my asshole and fingering. Im gyrating. It feels incredible. He starts to push his cock into me and slowly starts fucking me as i start seeing myself drift down into the earth and part lizzard people doing scientific experiments. I keep going down the dimensions. One of the lizard men sees me. He looks surprised that ive floated into his dimension. I keep drifting down into the earths core. I see lava but i dont feel the heat. After what appeared to be 5 minutes i begin to drift out. I look up to see the red light on and disco lights spinning. Ive no idea where i am. I see someone fucking me but i barely feel it. Hes hammering me as hard as he can like hes trying to shred the inside of my asshole. I notice 2 other figures in the room but cant make out who they are. On of them is putting a needle into my shoulder its my brazilian friend, i look back at the figure fucking me but cant make it out. I start to gyrate again the guy fucking me begins to slow and starts playing with my cock. Then shapes moving. Triangles like a kaleidoscope. After the shapes disappear i begin to open my eyes. Nobody is with me.My hands and feet are undone and the lights are on. I sit there for a while until i can pull myself up. My brazilian friend is in his clothes. He helps me up and into the sitting room. I can feel cum dribbling down my the inside of my legs as he hels me to the kitchen table. He gets me a glass of water and asks how i am. I say horny and he smiles

Always been a heavy cummer and yeah I suffer from hyperspermia too which I used to think was a curse as I was constantly horny 24/7 and felt like a sick sex maniac which made me feel guilty and ashamed. After FINALLY stop giving a fuck and following my dick I began to fuck anything any everything which is how I became the POZ sex machine I am now. Sure I LOVE breeding a guy at least 2-3 times in a row until his hole is drenched and gaping wide and he is made into a sloppy cum pig. Then I know I don't suffer from a curse but rather a blessing and a gift ?

Part 3: boyhole i could feel the hard Daddy cock at my hole. He made small circles with the head to entice me further. I could feel my ass start to quiver and relax as more pressure was applied. That oh so familiar sense of pain and excitement right before the top pushes in was sending my heart rate sky high. I was poppered up naked about to let this old man mount me. I was about to embrace the bestial primal energy I had denied for so long take control and let me become what I really wanted to be. Boyhole. A hole for men to dump into nothing more. “What does boyhole want.” He said. Teasing my hole. Putting pressure then pulling away before he slipped in. I moaned and groaned in frustration. “Nope you have to tell me or no cock for you. Now what does boyhole need??” I could feel the malice and heat from his voice. His breath on my neck he gently rubbed my lower back while rubbing the head against my hole some more. “I want you to fuck me.” I whispered quietly. “What was that?” He said, his cock was lined up now I could feel the heat from his hard man dick poised to enter me. “Louder.” ”I want you to fuck me daddy. I want to feel that hard raw duck turn me into a cum seeking popper pig boyhole. I wanna take your load and have it feel me up. Please.” I begged, hands gripping the sheets realizing I had said it. I said exactly what I had been feeling all this time but was too scared to ever say. But it was out there now. I said to daddy and I gave myself up to him to become his boyhole. “Alright. Take a big hit boyhole. It’s about to happen.” He said. I frantically popped the top off and began sniffing like crazy. The rush hit me fast and in that moment when my body surrendered and my mind was at peace he slid into me in one powerful thrust. He was only using my spit and what little lube I had originally applied to enter me. I could feel the friction and burn from his sudden invasion. I was almost certain he was ripping me to shreds. I knew that I would be sloppy and bloody by the end of this fuck. But it didn’t matter. He wanted me to be his boyhole, not his lover. I laid there taking my pounding fully understand my place. I was just a dump. “Damn this hole is tight,” He said with gritted teeth as he slowly pounded into me. The fleshy slap of his skin against mine made me feel so inferior as my hole averted this new life. “Tore you up real good boyhole. I think everyone needs to see this excellent work.” He said as I felt a shift on the bed. I could hear the door being left open and I realized he was not fucking me for everyone to see. Everyone would now know the real me. I wanted to hide myself but the feelings in my ass just made me beg louder. Moan more and want this feeling to continue. “Hey Jon, who’s the kid?” Asked a middle aged man with a mustache now standing at the doorway watching me degrade myself to being a cum dump. “New boyhole. Just opening him up and changing his life for the better.” Job said slapping my ass hard. I flinched but asked for another which he delivered on the other cheek. “Damn, let me at that hole next. He’ll need more than just your load if he’s gonna be a poz dump for us.” It was at that moment I realized what was happening. I wasn’t just becoming a cum dump. I was being converted. I was becoming a poz cum dump.

because i'm versa more bottom... and need exchange for fuck... not only bottom and dirty talk about pozzing, infecting, corrupting immune system, is requied for me having fun too... Not just the idea to Gift silently

I used to crave my Poz friends loads....then I would think about it and back away. Finally I decided just to let nature take its course. I bottomed for anyone who wanted me. For 3 years I took load after load raw....many I knew were both, others I didn’t know their status....then I became Poz....have never regretted it

Finale James fixed his life over the next few weeks. He got pornhub and xtube and xvideo to take the video down and then got the tumblr guys to take it down too. James let a few of the tumblr guys fuck him so they'd take it down. James even drove to Milwaukee so one guy could fuck him. The guy lived up to his word and took it down. James sister had seen the video and called to make sure he was okay. Fortunately James' parents hadn't seen it, or if they did, they certainly didn't bring it up. And, as only a few discrete gay boys at the firm saw it before he got it down, it seemed as if both the work environment and his family were okay. Of course James' friends had all seen it. They all knew the safe sex jock top had turned into a slutty bareback bottom. James had tried to lie his way through it, but he couldn't. They had all clearly seen his face and heard his voice begging for the top's cum. A top, who, by the way, whose name James still did not know. After due thought, James decided to give up on lying and just be himself. A few months later, James was now a regular at both Steamworks and Man's Country. He didn't care who fucked him and preferred they fucked him bareback. He asked them all to cum inside him. He liked having it happen in a public spot so guys would watch. It made him feel even sexier being the center of attention. Over the next year, James became the bottom everyone had fucked. James no longer cared what people thought of him. He loved taking cocks and their cum in his ass. James was happy.

Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire James was busy at work. He was working on a case and was doing 80 hour weeks. His hookups were limited to guys in the Loop. Most of them were out of towners at hotels. That was fine with James. He didn't want everyone in town knowing he was getting fucked bareback. Some of these guys were 20s/30s/hot 40s who James would've checked out at the bars. Others were guys with really big cocks. James got so horny at times that he had to have the cock, no matter who it was attached to. He'd been working like this for months. He needed a night out. Mike's birthday was the perfect occasion. James left work at 8, went home to shower, change, douche, and meet up with the guys. He met up with them just after they finished dinner. He apologized to Mike for being late (work....yadda, yadda). To James surprise, Dustin was at dinner. He didn't think they knew each other that well. What James didn't know is that Mike and Dustin had begun to see each other. Later that evening at the bar, Mike was telling the story of Dustin fucking him for the first time and how great it felt when Dustin's cock exploded. James looked horrified. Dustin and Mike looked at James and each other. Another guy asked what was wrong, James said; "That's gross. I can't believe you let him fuck you without a condom the first time you fucked." James walked away. He was pissed at Mike for being so stupid and unsafe. He kept telling himself that over and over. He also knew how jealous he was because he needed a big cock in his ass. He was looking forward to Dustin exploding inside him that night. Whatever, Mike's funeral. James left the bar. He grabbed a cab and went to his place. He hopped on Grindr and 10 minutes after he was home the doorman called saying his friend was here. "Friend, " whatever thought James. James unlocked the door and went to the bedroom to put on a jock strap. When the guy showed up he was not what James expected, he was Middle Eastern, kinda fat, greasy hair. James was standing there only in his blue jockstrap and thinking, "I can't do this." The guy must've sensed something because he opened his pants and took out a massive cock. James weakened. He walked over to the guy, got on his knees and starting sucking his cock. It grew in his mouth. It was bigger than Juan's cock and it tasted sour. Still James sucked the cock. He wanted it. Ten minutes later, the hairy, fat, older, unattractive man was on his back on James bed. James was lubing his cock and about to lower himself on the man. The man said, "Do you want to use a condom?" James said, "No." The man smiled. James lowered himself onto the man's cock and fucked himself on it for about 5-6 minutes until the man said, "I'm going to cum." James said, "I want it in me." The man unloaded in James. The man left. James rode two other guy's cocks that night. He purposefully sat down on each of them raw while facing a mirror so he could watch the cock disappear inside him. He took both those men's loads too. James woke up around 11, went for a run to the gym and then worked out. He was ignoring his email because he planned to checking it once he went into the office. It was a Saturday, so he was going to work only part of the day. James went home, showered, changed into some casual work clothes and headed to the office. On the way, he opened his personal email and texts. His phone had blown up. People had sent him links and were expressing surprise and calling him a whore. James opened the link and put in his headphones. It was a pornhub link. It opened with him at Dustin's apartment being spitroasted by Dustin and one of his friends. The video lasted over 40 minutes. You could make out, on high volume, James saying, "Fuck me raw." "Cum in my ass." and "Breed me!" The most clear shot was of James when he was being fucked up against the bookcase by a dude whose name he didn't remember. The guy said, "You like getting fucked bareback slut?" James saw himself say, "Yes please cum in me." James was dumbfounded. His life was ruined. His reputation was ruined. WTF? Why would Dustin do this? Then he read the title, "Safe Sex Jock Boy Taking Raw Cocks" He knew Mike had done this. James was so mad, hurt and ashamed.

The party........Oops, I did it again A few weeks after Juan left, James felt the need to get fucked. He never told his friends about this need or what he and Juan had done together. Mike suspected, but James never confirmed anything. James also didn't tell his friends about the toys he bought to use on his ass. He used them every time he jerked off now. James was starting to think of his ass as a sexual organ that needed attention. James had fucked about four guys in the preceding three weeks, each time using the same approach: go to the guy's place, use a condom, cum on his back or face. James enjoyed fucking the guys, but something felt different. He didn't feel as satisfied. He needed another cock in his ass. James went with Mike and a couple of other friends to a party in a lakefront condo. He knew the guys from the bars, but not very well. James was wearing a tee shirt that barely touched the top of his jeans and tighter jeans that usual. The jeans made his ass look amazing. James was a bit self-conscious about wanting to get his ass fucked so he hung around the bar in the kitchen a lot. Mike noticed and sent over an acquaintance who had fucked him recently, Dustin. Dustin was not really James type. He was short, thin, and nerdy, but he was a solid guy, had a huge cock, and was very sexually aggressive. Twenty minutes later James was on his knees sucking Dustin's cock in the bathroom, getting him off in a few minutes. And yes, James swallowed. James may have hoped he and Dustin could return to the party without anyone noticing, but not so: the attendees had noticed 'top jock boy James' was acting a bit different. A few of the guys knew something was up when top boy Dustin and 'top boy' James disappeared into the bathroom together. An hour later, Dustin had his cock in James and was fucking him in an alley between the party and the bars. James opened his ass to Dustin as soon as the boy had told him to. James moaned as he bent over, as Dustin, the ever-so-nerdy guy pummeled his ass. James loving playing the bottom - he needed and had to get fucked - he had to have the cock in his hole. James had condoms in his jeans pockets but none of them were on Dustin's cock. He was letting another dude he'd just met a couple hours ago fuck him bareback. James actually didn't care about that right now. Instead he needed the cock. He also recognized he wanted the cum in his ass. It had been weeks since Juan had dumped his cum in James' ass. Now James needed Dustin's cum. In fact, he told Dustin "I want you to cum in me. Don't pull out." Dustin just pumped harder and in a minute dumped his load in James willing ass. Dustin and James went to join the others at the bars and dance. At 4:00 in the morning, James left the bar with Dustin and some of Dustin's friends. They went to Dustin's house where all four guys fucked former jock top boy James bareback. seeding his hole - and on each occasion James plead for the top's load.

Over the last few years, I have come across two different 'very' hot guys that absolutely wanted to fuck me.... but would only do it 'wrapped'. In both cases, I let them wrap up and the sex was very hot.... and when finished, they both said it was better than they possible thought (muscle control LOL). But I realized it would have been hotter for ME had I felt those hard uncut cocks spreading my hole open, and dumping a hot load deep inside the second hole. When Guy #1 and I met in the spring and fucked, he said he ‘had to’ wrap up. At that point I was hot as fuck for his big uncut cock and I wanted to see if that big cock was going to feel good as it looked… so I begrudgingly said yes. Apparently blew his mind (amongst other things) and he texted a few weeks later and wanted a repeat - but wanted to wrap up again. I realized it was more fun for him than me, and it wasn't going to happen.. so I politely declined. He was cool. I was cool. We're done playing. Guy #2 and I met in early summer. He was a divorced hot uncut Brazilian who had just started to experiment with man sex. Newly experimenting. Last minute he announces that he wants to suit up. We fucked. It was mind boggling hot and sweaty and lots of dirty talk about fucking me and cumming in my hole. Big turn ON for both of us. We both blew our loads. Afterwards, he asked me why I was ok with getting fucked raw? And we had a good chat about PrEP and stuff after our 'suited' romp. He was a sexy smart dude and wanted to understand the whole risk thing. I explained that in Canada in the clinic I attend, I have to agree to be tested every 3 months. They monitor the potential side effects of the drug and I am tested regularly for 'everything'. And so, I had a good handle on my personal situation and it worked for me, as I preferred to fuck raw – topping or bottoming. He thanked me for all the information. Guy #2 texted a couple of months later. Asked if I would be around in the next couple of days for a repeat? He said he enjoyed our talk and that he had enjoyed my ass so much the first time that he was absolutely stoked about fucking me raw next visit.... if I was OK with that?? Hell ya!!! And what a memorable fuck it was... I used every cock milking ass muscle trick I knew to make sure that bare dick touched places he had never felt. I made sure he would remember his first male raw ass fucking. He took his time. He fucked me six ways to Sunday. Slow. Fast. Shallow. Deep. He blew his load. He took his time churning it around and feeling the hot cum around his cock and told me how much he enjoyed feeling his hot cum and my hot guts. He got totally into it all and was just a regular piggy mouth. He said he was going to come back and breed me again. And after he pulled out, he told me push his load out of my hole for him to see. He fingered my hole the entire time I was pushing his dripping cum out across his fingers. He has been back for more raw fucking a number of times. His cock is a meaty, uncut 9 inches and has a perfect angle. Now that he feels more comfortable about teasing and punishing my raw hole with that big cock, he really gets into telling me how much he enjoys feeling his cum and my juices. He also knows I clean out really well before we fuck. Last night he was here and we fucked for about an hour before he dumped one of his famous BIG loads way up into my guts. He always starts out face to face and pumps nice and slow while he grinds that big hard latino dick into me. And typically, flips me over onto all fours and really rails on my ass and dumps a load deep. This time though, he fucked me on the edge of the sling. A nice steady pumping of my hole. Talking dirty to me and telling me he is going to seed me. And then of course, the major cum flood. Last night he surprised me and pushed my legs back on either side of my head and licked my hole clean. He licked around my hole and told me he wanted to clean it all off. I was amazed. He had never shown any interest in my ass, except to fuck it. Last night, he was rimming me and taking broad licks all around my hole to gather cum. He looked up at me and opened his mouth and swallowed. Then he leaned forward to my hole and told me to push out the rest of his load. I could hear him slurping as I pushed the warm juices out of my hole. He was moaning and slurping and probing my hole deeper while pushing my legs wider yet. I was in heaven as his tongue worked on my stretched hole. He slid in two fingers and scooped out some cum and help it up to my mouth for me to lick off his fingers. Then he let me go and we both sat on the floor breathing heavy. He said he loved it. He told me I am the only guy he fucks raw and he loves it. Apparently, I am his fantasy fuck and he is happy to let himself go and enjoy a good raw fuck and dripping loads. He had always been curious about the taste of his cum and he knew I would be open to it all, so he had held off cumming for a full week to save this load up for my hole. With every intention of eating it all out. Just talking about his ‘fantasy’ got his cock coming back to life. This time, I rolled onto my knees on the floor with my back arched and ass in the air… waiting for his hard cock and load two. He didn’t disappoint. He started out nice and slow while telling me how hot it was to feel his cum in my hole and eat it all out. As he talked about what had just happened, he picked up speed. He was talking faster about how he wanted to plant another load deep in my ass shortly. And then he really leaned into it and pounded the fuck out of my hole. Thankfully he lasted long and gave me a solid fuck before unloading a second huge load deep inside. I could feel the warmth spreading inside of me as he groaned and pushed his cock as far inside as possible. When his cock slipped out of my hole, I turned around and took it into my mouth and cleaned it from top to bottom. I licked all around his shaved balls and down his crack. Made sure he was licked as clean as a whistle. He’s one of my fave fucks and now he always gives me a huge load deep in my hole.

Part 1: How it Starts It started innocently enough. The casual chit chats back and forth on bbrts. I had read his profile multiple times and knew him by heart. 65 white male. 5’10 and about 175 lbs, white hair. He had the look of someone who had been around, his profile pic proudly showing his face and body. Me I couldn’t get past the fact that I only wanted it raw. That beneath my nine to five corporate job and the casual friends I met out at night. I wanted to be on hands and knees taking raw dick whenever I could. I sent him the customary oink to show I liked the crude profile message he left. Looking for bottom boys who need their boyholes filled with pox cum. I would get hard just from reading his profile. The initial shock of his response sent me into a spin when I received it one night. “Hey boy, sounds to me like you wanna be a pig but are too scared to pull the trigger. You should let me open up that boyhole so all the daddy’s can cum into you. Let me know if you ever want to. I’ll be waiting.” It was then I knew I had to give in. I had to offer him my boyhole as he called it. We chatted for a couple more weeks. Him always asking to join him at the local spa. I would always chicken out and make some excuse up. Till one night having had a few drinks with friends I was laying in bed hard as hell. My hole felt like there was an itch there that if I tried to scratch it I would never be able to satisfy it. I sent him the typical hi response and we got into our normal chatting. He told me he was going to the spa and that I should go and finally experience his daddy dick first hand. The liquor and horniness finally wore me down enough that before I knew it I was in the parking lot. I looked out from my far away space as shadowy figures moved around the building. Heads down no speaking. This wasn’t a place to talk. I could feel my heart beginning to race and before I knows what was going on I was walking up to the stairs to the attendant window. Ready to submit and offer up my boyhole.

Tom, Definitely into YOU, too.

I guess it took 3 weeks into the new year for horny tops to give up on their resolutions to not be slutty. Got several positive responses to a doublie list ad I posted. Trying to find a regular hookup so I can stop spending so much time hunting for loads. Figure if I can just get it regular I will go do other things that need to get done rather than edging all day drooling at all the local cock just an internet conversation away. Anyway a top who actually read the ad and was as horny as me responded and we made plans for him to get a taste of what he could get multiple times a week or at least weekly. Not a huge cock but he was good and aggressive and after I deepthroated him for 10 minutes I finally presented my ass. He mounted me and pounded me hard as hell. Probably the hardest I have ever been fucked. Slapping my ass and calling me names. Finally he asked if I wanted his load. DUH. He slammed in me and held there before pulling out. I have not let any leak out yet. Hoping this dude really is up for ongoing. But hey at least tops are on the prowl again. Time to blow my load leaking his baby batter.

I want this

With PrEP these days, its starting to grow further apart (good!) Proud Truvada Whore!

I enjoy poppers before, during and after getting bred. Makes me even hornier for cock. An erection while on poppers isn’t a goal for me...relishing the feel of My Top’s dick fucking/breeding my cunt is what turns me on.

Just now able to write about this. Last Thursday my 2019 dry spell finally got soaked deep. Crazily dude from BBRTs actually responded and willing to travel to my place by a given time. I was nervous he would no show or back out at the last minute. But he got here, I sucked him hard right in my front living room, bent over a lounge chair and he mounted me good and deep. I did my best to milk his cock with my cheating hole and he responded in kind. I begged him for his load and he shot it good and deep. He zipped up and left and I went upstairs jerking my cock and finger my hole soaked hole enjoying feeling his massive load leak out of me. Which I used as additional lube. My load was massive as well and it landed where it belonged all over the carpet and not my wifes pussy. Hopefully this is the opening of the flood gates of cum for me for 2019. Fingers crossed.

Fuuuck, this story is exactly what I fantasize about. I’m too straight to be comfortable meeting up with guys, but I’d love to be tricked by a trans woman and end up her drugged up slut, taking loads of cum from anyone she wants to watch use me and wreck my virgin ass.

Hot..

I've never really gotten much enjoyment from getting Head. Ive had some really talented boys give Blowjobs through the years, but I've never Busted my Nut over one. But I've shot gallons of Spoonge because some Horny Male picked my mouth to stick his Cock in.

11. After their threesome, Tony was led by Duke and Sam into the showers. After their shower, they went back to the bar and ordered an another round. After a few minutes, Danny and Rick came back, all sweaty from the dance floor. The rest of the evening, they all switched between dancing and grinding against all the hot guys on the floor and talking at the bar table over their beers. It was around midnight and they decided to take the party back to Danny and Rick's house, so they took a taxi home where Tony and Sam switched from beer to some whiskey. Tony wasn't drinking that much, but the alcohol was starting to make him dizzy. Sam on the other hand was clearly a bit drunk already. Tony stood up and reached for the bottle, when suddenly Sam slapped his ass hard and loudly exclaim with an approving laugh "Ricky, I have to say, your nephew is one hot fuck!" Rick was visibly a bit surprised. "Hold up! You fucked him too?!" "Yup. And he fucking delivered." "Wait! Is there not one person in this room who didn't fuck my nephew without me knowing about it?" "There is, in fact. You!" laughed Duke. "Fuck me!" said Rick and shook his head. "Wait! Did ya'll tell him about... well your statuses?" "Yup, we did!" said Sam and added: " he couldn't wait to get his ass full of my toxic cum and then pump his hot neg load into Duke!" "And then piss all over us!" added Duke with a grin. Rick looked at Tony. Tony couldn't help it, he spread his legs, bit his lips, grabbed his cock through the jeans and gave his uncle a look full of rebellion, satisfaction and lust all at the same time - the horny, cocky look of a real pig in making. "You... you really want it?" asked Rick and pointed to his cock. "You really want to... get the bug?" asked Rick. "At this point, I think there's no turning back. I don't think I could really enjoy sex with a condom. And the thought of fucking with poz guys - or even converting just makes me so horny!" Rick was so horny at this point he couldn't hold anything back. "Fuck! Okay. Let's do it." he said, massaging his cock through his jeans, adding "Brace yourselves! As of tomorrow morning, real hell breaks loose in this house!" Rick said with an evil grin and a voice full of lust. "And by the end of the month, you won't just look at that hot cock between your legs and be amazed how big it is, but also how dangerous!" added Danny. Tony's cock almost tore his jeans apart. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I want to hear your thoughts and comments about this story. Don't be shy and cum around. More cumming soon.

Hey bud, I don't think it's a question of "normal" or not, per se. Seems we've spent much of our life living on the edge, being risky. Fear of being outed when we were not out; fear of being caught or arrested when having sex, like in bathrooms, parks, cars, etc; fear of AIDs in the 80's and 90's. So to me your concern is appropriate. Like you, when my horns come out "I need it, must get it" and pursue it until I do. Often afterwards I would worry, "Did I convert? Was he poz?" And also like you, so many times when I was "in heat" I'd end up watching hot porn or something, jerk off, and then the feeling would pass and I'd be "safe" for a while until I came into heat again. I recently started PrEP so now am actively pursuing cocks, denying myself cumming (which is not that hard for a hungry bottom), and less concerned. I think a lot of us live with fantasies of the sex partner we want, the partner, the whole scenario. And then it always boils down to getting a good fuck and being bred and we're back in reality again. Oink!

It must of been about 1988, i just turned 21 and was enjoying the scene of gay life in Phoenix.....I had a great group of friends that I hung out with and most of the time we would hang out at Preston's. It was a good club, no old guys, no bear, just guys around our age...There was always good music, great drinks, and hot guys to hook up with...Most of my friends were in college like me so Monday through Friday we were busy studying and attending classes...So the time to party and have fun was Friday and Saturday nights.. As school was nearing the end I didnt have the time to go out on the weekends to party with my friends...My focus was on my studies as it was drawing near the end of the year. I told myself once classes are over I can enjoy the summer and have fun. I was sure that most of my friends were doing the same thing. The last week of classes were finally here, I felt like was prepared for the challenge of the exams..I spent the last two weeks studying and applying myself so I felt i was ready....Once i finished my last class i figured it's ME time and that I need to go out and enjoy the weekend with my friends...We planned to meet at Preston's around 9pm and have some fun...As I pulled into the parking lot it was packed there was no parking to be found...My eye's lite up as i thought about the prospects the night has to offer. Finally I saw two guys walking out together hand in hand heading towards a car, I thought to myself this guy is going to get lucky and i will get their parking spot. As they pulled out I swung into their parking spot. I walked up showed the bouncer my ID and immediately went to the bar to grab a drink. I was in luck it was my favorite bartender, he waived and called out Spencer, I glanced over and smiled at him....He asked the usual Spence, I quickly replied yep you know me all to well...he just smiled and said like to know more of you one of these days...I got my drink and started my quest to find my group of friends....As usual they were over by the dance floor drinking and moving to the beat of the music.. we chatted about our classes and compared notes on how well or how poorly we did on our final exams....As we were talking the song West End Girls came on and Tommy immediately started jumping up and down and pulled us out onto the dance floor. Tommy was a total Pet Shop Boys fan....As I was dancing with my friends and looking around I thought to myself I have a great life and a good group of friends, I am a lucky guys. I was also checking out the guys to see who peeked my interest, looking around I saw the usual group of guys mostly college kids, until he walked in, this guy looks to be around late 20's maybe early 30's and was built looked like some of the guys that played football on my college team...I stood there in a trance starring at this guy, i couldnt help myself I was drawn into him. He looked towards me smiled and winked, OH SHIT he caught me staring at him, what do i do....I thought....I looked away, maybe he smiled and winked at someone else....I figure another glance wont hurt, so I looked over again and this time he waived at me....I was in shock this guy was interested in me...Now i dont think of myself a drop dead gorgeous guy but im not ugly either...I am just an average college guy some would say a typical preppy twink...I felt these arms grab me around the waist and hold unto me, earth to Spence, are you there buddy? it was Tommy he caught me staring at the new guy in the bar...I think he's lost this doesnt look like his type of crowd, can you look at the way he's dressed geez this guy has no style...Hey give him a break, he's new here, he's actually kind of cute and with that I felt a tap on my shoulder and a voice saying Hi..I turned around and it was the guy we were just talking about...I smiled and said Hi, he stuck out his hand and said I'm Randy, I grabbed his hand and introduced myself as Spencer..Pleasure to meet you Spencer, care to dance...I said Sure, we danced for a bit and then he signaled me to follow him over to the bar..I looked back at my friends and Tommy gave me this "what the hell are you doing" look...I just smiled back at them...As we got to the bar he ordered us drinks and said let's go out on the patio where it's quieter, so we headed out to the patio, it was also easier to breathe as smoking was allowed inside the clubs...During our conversation I found that he was from Phoenix, was in his third year of college, and works with his family at their business. He was studying business. As I was sharing information about me he leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips. I was there in shock, he pulled away and apologized for moving in and kissing me...I told him No, it's okay I was just not prepared for that...He offered to try again, this time i was prepared as i felt his tongue move into my mouth I was in heaven, this guy was totally into me...we were deep in kiss, when we heard this Geez Spence go get a room, it was Tommy and the rest of my friends.. Randy looked at me and said I think I need to go....would like to see you again....I replied I would like that....With that Randy left the club....Tommy piped in Spence we were looking for you and worried that something happened....

Been sick the last week, so this took a bit longer than I wanted. Hope you enjoy. -- PART 8: Open for Business Putting a TV dinner into the microwave, I went around the apartment and started collecting the few things I would need for my night of debauchery. My ass pleasantly ached from the pounding Jackson had just given me, and with each step, I felt the three loads swirling around deep inside me. Walking over next to the island, I felt the butt plug in my ass moving around as bent over, the large knot pressing firmly against my hole. Butt plug: check. Reaching out, I grabbed the small silver bottle on the ground. Making sure the lid was on securely, I slid it into my pocket and stood back up, loving how the big plug slid around inside my hole, rubbing against my already abused prostate. Thanks to the earlier night’s event’s, I would likely have plenty of stretching and lubrication in my ass. Lube: check. Poppers: check. Walking back over to the other counter, I opened the small humidor and looked at the various cigars. I sat for a few moments, trying to decide on one before finally deciding on a rather large, medium brown one with the name Punch on the side. Recalling what Eric had done in the shop that day, I ran the stick under my nose and sniffed, my cock immediately swelling at the aroma. Happy with my choice, I grabbed my lighter and the cigar and put them in the opposite pocket. Cigar and lighter: check. Feeling my ass, I checked for my wallet, and as I did, the microwave let out several beeps, letting me know my food was ready. I quickly ate the hot meal, and after a quick once over, I grabbed my phone and keys and walked out of the door. Waiting for the elevator, I re-read the texts from Kyle earlier that evening. I felt my cock stir, thinking about all the random loads I was about to get up my formerly tight, nearly virginal hole, mixing in with the three already placed in my ass after the dark and twisted dirty talk with Jackson. In the back of my mind, I felt slightly scared at the risks I was taking, and the possibility of catching something, but then again, the talk of getting pozzed had definitely also made me cum hard earlier in the evening. And if confronted with the issue, I knew I could always just write a prescription of my own for PEP or PrEP. One of the few true luxuries of being a doctor. Looking at the wording and phrases Kyle used in the texts, I casually wondered if Kyle might be into guys getting knocked up, especially with his deviant talk of anonymous cock and special loads. And admittedly, the thought of getting high on poppers, lighting up a few cigarettes and smoking them also had their own special appeal while taking loads. Hopefully, I thought to myself, I can get with Kyle in the future and try that out. Suddenly, my phone dinged as the elevator doors finally opened, and a new message popped up from Kyle, directing me to several websites. Kyle: here, check these out. might help w the smoking and slut training Kyle: breeding.zone and smokinmen.com Curious, I stepped into the elevator and selected the ground floor before I tapped on the first link. Making a quick glance, I realized it was a barebacking site. A quick glance at some of the topics got my cock hard. Bug chasing being one to immediately jump off the page at me. I bookmarked the site, instantly knowing I would be checking it out again soon. Next, I went back to my messages and opened the second link and was instantly greeted with images of all different men of ages and types smoking. I felt my cock lurch as I zoomed in on several younger guys, cigarettes hanging slightly out of their mouths as they smoked. This must be what Kyle meant by dangling… and even quicker than before, I tapped the bookmark icon. Stepping off the elevator, I made a quick beeline to the front door, ignoring the front desk entirely and walking out into the crisp fall night, before walking into the bookstore next door. At first, I wanted to make a straight line to the gloryholes, but I knew I would need to make one last purchase. Walking around, I looked for a few minutes at some of the toys before seeing that I one thing I wanted to add to the mix before going down into the depths below. Grabbing the package, I walked up to the counter and made my quick purchase. Waving away the bag, I walked over to the counter for the video booths and looked at the blue haired twink. With a start, I reached for my wallet and started to pull out a $10 bill. “Um, Benny, right?” I asked, slightly nervous for some unknown reason. Without more than a glance, the kid let out a sigh. “It’s twenty-five.” “Oh… um….” I said, remembering that the previous night it was only $10, “Well, Kyle sent me and said to tell you he wanted me to have the friend discount.” “Uh… huh…” he said, still not looking up from his phone, “Everybody is ‘friends’ with Kyle, sweetie… so try again.” I was starting to get a bit annoyed at the guy’s attitude. Pulling out my phone, I searched through my messages before I landed on one of the messages Kyle had sent me. “He also said to tell you I’m…” I briefly hesitated before continuing, “Looking to be a cum dumpster tonight and that you would help me. Can you really do that or should I just go home?” Apparently, that got his attention. He stopped and looked up at me from the screen of his phone with a mildly shocked look on his face. “Shit, he really was telling the truth,” he said, letting the indifferent mask fall for a few brief moments before quickly putting it back up, “Fine. I guess I’m out $25 because of you and Kyle. Need to see your ID.” Confused, I grabbed it my wallet out and handed the card to him, guessing that they just need to make sure people entering are 18, perplexed however since Kyle had never asked for mine the day before. “God damn it, how does he always know?!” Benny muttered under his breath before handing me back the card. “Excuse me?” I asked, putting the wallet back in my pants. “I need to stop making stupid bets with him. Another fifty fucking dollars…” Benny groused, staring at the ceiling, “Never would have pegged a doctor type as a cum slut. But he sure did. He one of your patients or something?” “Uh… no…” I let out, quickly wanting to just leave at this point. “Fine, you’re in, and here’s the key to Booth 8,” he said, tossing a small bronze key to me, “Only one that is reserved here.” “Oh, cool,” I said, catching the key. “By the way,” he asked, as he buzzed me in, “Tell me the truth. You serious about what Kyle said? You truly taking loads from anyone tonight?” At first, I was going to shy away from the question before I caught myself. Shying away was the old me. New me was going to seize life by the balls and milk them dry. With a slightly cocky smile and nod, I looked Benny straight in the eyes. “Yeah,” I said, confidently, “Why, you wanting to add to the mix?” “Fucking nice, man,” he said, raising his eyebrows somewhat appreciatively, “After all the money you cost me tonight, you bet your ass I’m not leaving here without sampling your hole and leaving my mark in it.” With those final words, I walked down the stairs and into the dimly lit red hallway before, the sounds of grunting and smell of fresh sex increasing with each step. — I walked around for several minutes, looking at each door trying to find Booth 8, quickly thinking that maybe it had all been a joke by Benny and Kyle. In almost a cruel irony, none of the booths seemed to go in order. I was finally about to give up when I stumbled onto it, having at first dismissed it as a broom closet on my first pass of the hallways. Grabbing the key, I opened the door and found myself in a long, narrow booth. Tape covered the bill acceptor, and there was already gay porn playing on the screen. The door closed behind me and with a soft click, I heard the door lock as well. Something the other room had lacked. Looking around the room, it appeared to be well stocked and pretty clean. A bench appeared to be positioned between the two glory holes, both at what seemed to be the perfect height to either stand or if one wanted to, kneel on all fours on top of the bench. There was comfortable looking padding on the bench. There was even a nice sized ashtray, so apparently, this room had been set up for a long stay in mind. Reaching into my pockets, I started pulling out my different items. Cigar, lighter, poppers, and my newest purchase, a cock ring. I knew with all the smoking, fucking, and sucking I would be doing tonight, the temptation to play with myself and cum would be overwhelming. I didn’t want to lose the urge to get filled once my balls had completely drained, so, I decided the best course of action would be to keep myself from cumming until the best time. I stood in the room for a few moments, staring at the tv watching the bareback orgy scene on the tv. Quickly, I felt myself get hard and decided to fully undress. Unzipping my pants, I stepped out of them and then pulled my shirt off, folding them both and putting them in the corner. Next, my ass plug was going to need to come out. I took the bottle of poppers and opened them, taking several hits and savoring the warm, relaxing rush through my body and steady swell in my cock. Reaching behind me, I slowly pulled the plug, now firmly and comfortably lodged deep inside me, holding back the three loads Jackson had left up my ass. I tugged gently at first, feeling as the plug stubbornly stayed in place behind my ass lips. Slowly, I increased the pressure and finally pulled it out with a loud plop, suddenly leaving me feeling empty as a few drops of cum slowly make their way out and slide down my thigh, making me moan. My ass felt so very empty and gaped for a few moments at the sudden loss of the large plug. Feeling the inside of the leg, I fingered a few of the cum drops back up my ass, feeling the gaping, wrecked remains of my formerly tight hole slowly closed down on them. Now finally closed again, I pulled them back out and looked at the thick white glazing on them. Horny, I stuck them in my mouth, rubbing the loads into my tongue and savoring the taste of my ass and Jackson’s thick cum, as I had that morning with Kyle and Mateo’s loads. It was a smokier and creamier taste, and I wondered if the fact that Jackson was a cigar and pipe smoker accounted for a different taste in the cum. Looking down at the plug in my hand, I looked over it quickly, and after not seeing anything but cum, stuck it in my mouth, sucking more of the thick cum and ass juices off. It tasted amazing. Satisfied it was clean, I then turned my attention to the cock ring. It was a small rubber o-ring type device. Guessing it was much like the small tourniquets I used in trauma surgery for the ER, I stretched it out and surrounded my cock and balls, much like I would for a finger laceration. I released it and with a soft hiss out of my mouth, looked down at my now encircled cock and balls. I loved how the ring somehow made my dick and balls stick out further, making each vein more prominent and giving more feeling; sensitive but somehow also not. Giving myself several quick tugs, I was happy to find the ring did its job without cutting off circulation, but still giving a nice firm squeeze, and would likely do its job well. All that left was the cigar. Instead of rushing like I had before, I knew I wanted to take things slower. Grabbing it and my lighter, I took the cigar and again ran it under my nose, enjoying the scent once more before placing it in my jaw. I then greedily sucked on the end, wetting it. Flicking the light on, I slowly lit the end, puffing gently, getting a nice cherry on the end of the brown stogie, and after an especially nice deep inhale, I shut off the flame and let the smoke jet out of my nose. I was a little surprised at this point, as, after this light up, I didn’t cough at all, and instead just felt the mild burn in my chest as I ‘fed them.’ Encouraged by my sudden growth as a smoker, I looked at myself in the dim reflection of the now momentarily dark monitor and was almost dumbfounded by what I saw. With the cigar in my mouth, it's smoke drifting out of the side of my jaw, and my cock lewdly sticking out, veins bulging from the cock ring, I looked, well, fucking hot. Looking down at my phone, I got a slightly wicked idea, and after a few quick taps, I took a quick selfie and sent it to Kyle with the caption ‘see what you’re missing?’ With that sent, I sat down, and started watching the new scene on the monitor, which showed a young guy in the middle of a bareback orgy on all fours, a line of several rough looking guys all covered in different tattoos, talking to each other and kissing as they stroked their cocks, waiting for their turn. Puffing on the cigar, I slowly started stroking myself, waiting for someone to stick their cock through one of the holes. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long as a cock was shoved into the hole on my left. There in front of me was a large, cut black dick. Easily, it was at least 10 inches long, and thick as 3 of my fingers as well. My ass ached to be filled with it. Getting up, I grabbed it and started stroking it, slowly bringing my ass over to it. I thought at first about sucking on it but then decided to instead back up my ass and slowly lower myself down. Halfway down, my ass started to hurt a little, and so I took my cigar out of my mouth, grabbed the poppers and huffed deeply several times in each nostril, before sticking my cigar back in my mouth and with a deep inhale, forcing my ass down the rest of the way. The guy in the other booth immediately let out a string of curses in appreciation as I let out a smokey moan, feeling the big black cock throb inside me. We sat there for a few moments as I slowly smoked until the guy started to slowly move in and out of my ass, my stretched hole gripping the large member raping it. I sat in silence as I listened to the onslaught of words coming from the guy next door. “Fuck yeah, gonna rape your white boy pussy tonight. A nice wet hole like yours is great at making my dick feel good boy. H-oooooh fuck,” he said, pausing for a moment before moving again, “in you with no rubber too, so gonna be able to breed you nice and deep, mix my potent baby batter with these others. You want that slut?” I let out a loud moan as he continued. “Damn, didn’t think I would get grade A prime ass tonight. Gotta thank that bitch Benny for hookin’ me up. He’s got lots of fuckers lined up for your ass tonight.” Almost like clockwork, a cock was shoved in front of me after he said that, and with a quick inhale of my cigar, I took my smoke out of my mouth and dove face first onto the nicely shaped light brown cock in front of me. I began to suck as if my life depended on it, as the cock in my mouth slowly dripped precum on my tongue. I sucked harder, enjoying the taste as the black monster in my ass continued to rape me. “Gonna cum soon up your tight white cunt. Fill you with my special little swimmers, and breed you. With all the loads you’re gonna take tonight in your guts, you won’t know who got you pregnant, bitch. Hope it’s mine though fucker.” Pulling off the rapidly leaking cock in my mouth, I took a few quick, deep inhales on my cigar and started to rhythmically squeezed down on the cock in my ass, completely oblivious to the words being said to me as my cum lust began to take over. Full of smoke, I went back to sucking and was quickly rewarded with a thick creamy load in my mouth. The cock in front of me was pulled out and just left the big black cock in my ass, whose pace was picking up. I slowly savored the creamy semen in my mouth before swallowing it down. “Balls are about to explode motherfucker, deep in your cunt with the other loads in here. Take this nasty fuck deep faggot.” With a final set of slams, I felt the black cock start throbbing in my ass, filling me deep with a warm volley of jizz. I began to puff on my cigar again, enjoying the feeling of my ass and lungs getting fed. The black guy quickly pulled out, and within a few moments, I could hear a door slam. I sat there for a minute or two, my ass at the hole, wondering if anything else would happen when I felt another cock get shoved deep in my ass and start fucking it hard. I sat back, enjoying the pounding in my hole as I slowly smoked my cigar, keeping the smoke in for longer and longer before finally, another cock appeared in front of my face. It was a shorter, uncut white dick, with massive bull balls. I immediately took it in my mouth and sucked, getting reamed by both ends in silence, except for the occasional grunt or groan. Quickly enough, the cock spewed a load in my mouth and I swallowed it down, and with a quick pull out, the hole was empty again. I went back to smoking my cigar and shortly after heard the top grunt and drop a load up my ass. Almost instantly, another cock was shoved up my ass, with an appreciative ‘nice’ said out loud, and my ass being slammed yet again. Another cock in front of my face appeared, long and thin, with a few piercings down the shaft. Much like before, both came without much much fuss, and in between, I continued to smoke my cigar, which was starting to get smaller and smaller. I occasionally would take a few hits on my poppers, enjoying the feeling of the warmth in my body as they did their work. This continued for the next hour and a half, and much to my dismay, my cigar was nearly spent. Looking down, I looked at my phone. Only 11:40. I didn’t really want to end before midnight, but I knew without the cigar, it wouldn’t be near as much fun for me for. And I also wanted to eventually cum as well. At my count, I had to have at least 9 loads in my ass, and another 7 loads in my stomach. Some guys had been verbal, others had thanked me for the use of my ass or mouth. My balls felt heavy and full of cum, and my ass was still hungry for more. I stood up, as there was a lull in the visitors to my holes, and debated getting the plug up my ass and getting dressed to leave when I heard a soft knock at the door. “Hey, it’s me…” the voice called out, at first not registering with me. I first, I was tempted to get dressed before answering the door, but then thought better of it. Most of these men had already or were likely willing to cum in my ass and mouth. Who cares if they saw me naked. I walked to the door and opening it a crack asked softly out loud. “Who?” A hand forced the door open and pushed me back, before quickly shutting it again. “Kyle, dumb shit,” the sexy skinhead before me replied. “H-Hey!” I said, with a smile on my face, as he immediately started stripping, “What’s up?” “My cock fucker,” he said with an evil grin, grabbing his cock and flicking it, the PA in it glaring evilly in the dim light, “I got your message and couldn’t wait to try out the kinky fucking shit we talked about.” Quickly, he pulled his shirt off and reached into the knapsack I had failed to notice him carrying inside the small room. Suddenly, he pulled out a large red and white box. “Had to see you taking all those fucking loads while we smoke these bad boys,” he said, tearing open the box and surprising me as he pulled out a box of Marlboro Reds and tossed them to me before pulling out one for himself. Watching him open the pack, I grabbed my next to completely spent cigar and inhaled a few drags as I followed his lead, before finally getting out one of the long white sticks. Grabbing the cigar butt from my mouth, he held the end to the Red, puffing it to life with a deep inhale and a load, guttural moan. “Fuck yeah,” he moaned, smoke pouring out before motioning to me to grab the butt and do the same, “needed that. You next. Rape those fucking lungs.” I followed his lead and quickly got the Red lit. With a deep inhale, I enjoyed the sensation. Less and different smoke, to be sure, but it was enjoyable none the less. And with the number of cigarette packs Kyle had brought, we would be having fun all night. “So, how many loads you had dumped in you so far tonight?” he asked, stroking his cock as he grabbed my ass cheek and dipped a finger in, grinning when my ass started dripping. “Nine, I think?” I said, as he grabbed his dick and stroking it, inhaling the red before nose jetting it, “I also ate another seven.” “Fuckin’ sexy cum whore!” he said, grinning and shoving two more fingers inside, “Want even more? Word is your ass is taking all sorts of tainted cock tonight.” Suddenly, several things hit me at once. First, the words of the owner of the big black cock hit me. Special swimmers, nasty fuck, getting pregnant… I had to have been fucked by a poz guy who was looking to gift. At first, I didn’t know how to feel. Shame, fear, lust, excitement… However, having not cum, my ass and cock and balls did all my thinking for me. Next, Kyle’s words. He definitely wanted to see me taking poz cock tonight. Much like Jackson, he must get off on the idea of bug chasing, or at least others chasing. “Fuck yeah,” I said, smiling wickedly as I looked down at my cock and watched as some of the anonymous loads dripped out of me while Kyle's fingers fucked my wet ass, some of the loads running down my balls and cock. I took a deep haul on the Red in my mouth and then let it dangle from my lips before continuing. “Get me all the toxic loads you can.” “Good,” he said, pulling them out and bending me back over before shoving my ass against the hole, “Gonna keep you smoking and huffing poppers as long as you keep that hole open for business. A lot of horny guys paid good money to be here tonight, and are wanting to fill you and breed you with their DNA.” I relaxed my hole open as I felt another anonymous cock press against my ass. Looking up, I watched as Kyle quickly smoked his red and stroked his metal filled cock, texting away on his phone. Grinning in reply, I started hauling on my red as the cock in my hole slammed away at my abused jizz-filled ass.

This topic is being brought to the forefront more often. It gives haters ammunition to oppose decriminalization of consenting partners or those that are undetectable and medically proven unable to transmit HIV to anyone. Too many guys are in jail for just loving another or because of simple desire. Anytime you see a petition to decriminalize HIV transmission, sign it without hesitation!

I don't do meds but I always do natural herb and if you don't want the meds, go on ozone treatments and/or bath in h202 35%food grade it works hiv cant live in a high oxygen body, meds are never the answer, as for me, my doc says I'm not a case for me to take meds my body is rejecting all meds, since I have been doing natural stuff for my whole life, my body is treating any meds a poison and the meds have kill my system more then me being on natural herbs, even so look up Silica and hiv, and bentonite clay, vits and minerals

Part 2 The chubby guy got off me, and I felt a gush of wetness drip over my balls as his cock slid out of me. I was shocked, scared and surprised at what I had done, but my cock was rock hard as I stood up and moved away from the tree. More and more men were arriving all the time and the clearing was filling with sweaty, rutting bodies. I heard a noise and peered into some bushes beside me. There were three or four figures squirming in the dirt and leaves. One was a twink, clearly drunk or high and out for the count, whilst the others were older, predatory. They were taking turns fucking the supine body lying in the dirt, and their eyes glittered with lust as they saw me standing there. I backed away and bumped into someone standing behind me. He was tall, muscular and dark skinned with long fingernails on the hand which gripped my bicep. “I know what you’re thinking.” He whispered in a low voice as dry as the leaves rustling around us. “You want to be him, don’t you?” His eyes were glinting redly though there was no light around to reflect the colour. I couldn’t speak as he led me away from the clearing and into a small hollow. At the bottom were three naked men, as muscular and dark skinned as the other was, with a balding middle-aged stock-broker type on his knees as one of them crouched over his upraised buttocks fucking him. I was led over to the group and forced to my knees. The man who’d brought me was held in some deference by the others. “Breed him” He whispered to the guy fucking. The balding man gave a groan of pleasure and also something else – fear? – as the cock plunged in and out of him. Then the top came with a gasp of ecstasy, filling the bottom with what I assumed was toxic cum. The dark-skinned man bent and kissed me, his lips burning and the kiss melted me like jelly. Beside us, the balding man got to his feet and staggered off into the gathering darkness and I was alone with them. His cock had stiffened, huge and veiny with a drool of cum at the tip. “It’s time,” He said. “Get on your knees with your worthless face in the dirt…”

I've been playing Jekyll and Hyde for awhile, but slamming has brought out an even more twisted side to my alter ego. Now I'm fantasizing about being blindfolded and tied up and force slammed and pimped out. (Ok, I've fantasized about being pimped out for awhile now.) I love the few times I've slammed...especially the one time when I coughed. I rarely lose control or seem tweaked or spun, so that coughing caught me by surprise. It turned me on so much I was ready to go for hours...with anyone or anything. I especially love BBC when I'm twisted, not that I'll turn away any hard dick when I'm high. I've been hanging with some homeboys down in South Central. They can't get enough of this normal looking, hot, white boy with the ass that won't quit. I swing by and pick up my friend, we score enough for the two of us, head back to his place and slam, then he invites his friends to come over and take turns on me. One night there were 7 of them in the room...although most of them were too tweaked to play. I love one guy who kept saying "fuck, I want to own him" meaning cum in me. As a cum and t-piss whore, that has me all horned up. I had one guy who couldn't keep off of me...wanted me so bad. Turns out he had just got out of prison and this was his first time partying and playing. I headed over to his place and let him piss in me, then fuck me for hours. I know it's sleazy, dirty, twisted and dangerous. That's what makes it hot. There was also this black couple I've played with. I'd gotten high earlier and they were just smoking weed and coke, which does nothing for me (not that I said no when they offered). They were hot, one older and muscular, the other lean and ripped and both hung. The guy couldn't keep from cumming as soon as he got in my hot ass, which is the ultimate cumpliment...as long as they can get hard again and leave more deposits. And they let me watch their straight porn of black guys gang banging white girls...you know that's hot, especially when it was happening live to me. One day they were taking turns with me on their pullout sofa in the living room in the middle of the day. Suddenly there was a knock at the door that was unexpected (or so they claimed). They opened it up and there stood one of their buddies, must've been 6'5". He took one look at me getting fucked, walked in and pulled his 11" cock out and let me suck it while I was getting pounded. Then he stripped and plunged his cock mercilously into my wet hole. Turns out he is married, that's right, to a chick...which is my fantasy of having a guy go home with my ass juices all over his cock, and so turned on that he walks in, forces his woman down, and plows her pussy while thinking of me. You know he jacks a load so hard up her twat she screams with glee. Or maybe that'd be me screaming. Hope so. (True Story)

I may not be getting the appropiate gist of the german (translated with Google) but it sounds like suicide. What the attached translated to. From January 2012 edition of BOX Magazine, issue 223 STEPHAN HELMET, SIEGEN the man of the year was for me-50zusagen as Huldigung- January Losch. the porn actor, who passed under the name Big Pig in January and announced in May this year. I was fortunate. to get to know him personally years ago. Expect a great guy and had not only a hot body. but also heart and Werstand. The event deslahres in a negative sense was the Euro crisis: that money disappears, what must have been times available sometime. Pos I think that Guttenberg is gone. Such people we do not need. However amazes me. that voted for his Rick Kehr 2.3 of the Germans. My personal highlight: was the saying of Maite Kelly.Ich am the woman of my life that is exactly my motto and although it sounds arrogant, it should be understood nic. I must get along with me every day. others must not do that! Fur2012 my wish me more honest living tolerance (not only in the scene, as well as more community in the community. One can have the courage even in smaller towns. To show the flag and for his sexuality just resting

Normally I prefer to find a twisted cum whore or two and squirt out a couple loads before going all flipity-flopity, but a sweet uncut cock was pushing to get into me the second I stepped into the dark room at Club Z, so I took it. Hole hunting at the bath’s is kinda much more fun with someone else’s warm spunk working its way around inside me. Eventually I ended up dumping two nuts into this guy laying face down on his bed. Three sperm filled rubbers waited on the mattress and the floor, so I figured he’d been there awhile. Slipping two fingers up in his shaved hole, I could feel that he wasn’t a “Condom’s only” kind of guy, so after feasting a little on his warm creamy filling, I pushed my pig-poker into his guts, and tried to hold back as I massaged the slime of a dozen other guys into his ass lining. It didn’t take long before my knees buckled and I added my sauce to his soupy twat. Looking at the crowd that had gathered to watch the show, I figure both of us were being pretty noisy. When I saw Mr. Sweet and Uncut lining up behind me, to be the next one in the dude beneath me, I made the little pillow biter get on his knees, so I could slip in underneath him and watch the show up close up. He wore a jock, so I didn’t bother with his dick, although he went nuts cleaning his butt juice off mine. Instead, I focused the meat that had just been up inside me. The idea that my ass juice was still under his foreskin while he buggered the bastard above me, kept my dick nice and hard, and the amount of ass to mouth action I was getting didn’t hurt either. My breeder pulled gobs of cock snot out with each pump, and occasionally, he would drop his dick into my mouth so I could clean it off. After he added his biological distinctiveness to the butt butter I’d been sucking out, I flipped our fuck objet over, cut in line and decorated the bottom boy’s bowels with my second load of the night. With both nuts drained and my ass feeling sticky, I made it back to my room where an empty sling waited. My legs were not up in the air for more than a minute before Tweeker Tommy looked in. I had a double headed dildo in one hand and I had just started fingering my spunky hole, tasting just a few drops of the salty goo I’d be storing in my gut for 20 minutes. “Do you wanna fuck?” “That’s why I’m here.” “Do I need a rubber?” “Do you really want a rubber?” “No.” “That’s what I like to here.” He was younger than I usually liked, too skinny and smooth, but he made the effort of chaps and boots, and his thick dick was stunning. He didn’t take much time to prep me before he started pushing the veiny monster into me. Good thing I was pre-lubed. He was chewing a lot when he wasn’t talking, and he was talking a lot. Fortunately it was hot. He wanted to tie me up and pimp me out for a weekend before taking me out to his father’s farm to be gang banged by large domesticated beasts. He had a very vivid, and verbal imagination. But after 20 minutes, it was obvious that he wasn’t building towards anything. Although his long dick stayed hard, the other chemicals in his system where keeping him from juicing me. Soon, he started telling me how much he wanted to be tied up and pimped out for a weekend, tortured and tormented, before being take out to his family farm to be bred in a dozen sick and disgusting ways. I had to stop him. I was there to get some goop, and a line had formed listening to his filthy monolog. I told him to grab a Gator-aid from my bag and come back when he needed to pee. Three fuckers that followed him made up for lost time. Tweeker Timmy would look in the room as he passed, and after three peeks, while I took a break to marinade, feeling four loads basting inside me, I asked him if he wanted another drink. He came in, touched the toys on the side table, mumbled, got a drink and mumbled some more. His massive meat was gone, and it was replaced with a swollen baby penis, rubbed raw by three hours of constant friction. As he left, I reminded him to come back when he wanted to piss. (Although at that point, I imaged that his urine would be pretty damn sharp.) After TopPigBB spent a half an hour sucking on my hole, stretching it, pulling it open with his fingers, slurping up as much of my spunky gut juice as his nose and tongue would reach. He stood up, pushed in and started pounding. Pulverizing my prostate, he grunted and replaced the sperm he’d ingested, squirting two thick, ropey loads into my innards, over the course of 10 minutes. Grabbing a towel, I headed for the shower, but I smelled too good, so I thought I would take one last walk around the floor, seeing if there a good hiding place for the last load brewing in my balls. And there was Tweeker Timmy, dancing in line, waiting to use the toilet. “Gotta Piss?” “Really Bad” “Come on. Follow me”. “You pee shy?” I asked as I shut the door. “No.” “Good. Your tool felt real good earlier” He seemed to recognize me for a second, before he looked to the mess he was trying to beat. “Sorry man...It’s dead.” “That doesn’t matter to me.” I handed him another sports drink. Half way through, he remembered he need to piss. “Come here” I said, and guided him to the sling. Before he could wander off, I hopped up and positioned him at my hole. “I’m just going to hold this open and all you need to do is rest the head inside....” which, amazingly enough, he managed to do. Squeezing down gentey on his wounded dong, I wanted to form a seal without cutting of flow. “Did you get fucked tonight ?” I asked him. “Too much.” “No such thing” And then it hit me. He had started urinating in my bruised and inseminated rectum. He was hot. The speed had given him a fever, and his piss entered my body at a temperature four degrees warmer than my own. It Burned. It burned really good, but suddenly I couldn’t catch my breath. Breathing in through my nose, my heart exploded and I was having a Major Tom Lift Off moment. “Have you pissed at all tonight?” I kind of whispered as the air rushed out of my lugs. “No. I had to go for a long time but I kept forgetting. God your ass feels good..... your piss-hole...you dirty fucking human urinal.” I could barley hear his sweet talk as the taste of sharp undiluted urine exploded in my mouth and nose, the fire in my bloodstream spreading past my ears, igniting my scalp. He kept talking and emptying his bladder, but the latter was all I focused on. He wasn’t pulsing it our typing to making it last. He pissed as hard as he could, and my battered bowels twisted as I tried to keep up. He sighed and I cut him off. Before he could even free his corona from my grip, I Hoped out of the sling, solid on the ground like a monster fucker beside him, sending his battered little penis spraying the last of his twisted waste over my balls and jock strap. He looked stunned, but that was what I wanted. I grabbed him be the back of the neck and threw him down on the mattress in the corner. “How many people Fucked your little cunt?” I demanded. “I don’t know...” “WHAT!?!” “I didn’t count.... “YOU What?” “I didn’t.... pay attention....” “What kind of fucked up, third rate, spunk-junkie are you ?” He stammered, and my gut roared. Standing up had been too much. The hot piss enema was rushing out of my bowels and back into my colon, where the fire had first started and, suddenly, reignited. “Get me a that fucking gator aid bottle you left on the fucking floor you...” “Sorry, sorry, should I get a full one from you bag.....?” “I’ll tell you what the fuck yur supposed to do. Give it to me....” I ripped off the label. “Get over here and hold that under my ass” I said, squatting down next to him, and then I asked, “What kind of pig are you?” “A filthy piggy” he offered immediately. “Good boy. That’s what daddy likes to hear.” Even though I hated to do it, I couldn’t keep his sour sauce in my belly any longer, and squatting down, I began filling the jug with the roar of second hand chemical piss rushing out, in hope of being consumed again. And poor little filthy tweeker pig.... he didn’t know he was going to be the next one to consume it. Down on his belly, dry humping cold concrete, he said “God that looks beautiful. You got an amazing looking hole, dude...” “Not Dude... Dad...Call me Daddy”, kicking him again, bringing him back to the role he’d be playing for the next 10 to 20 hours. ...Fuck, I would need to renew my room, and cancel my daylight appointments.... at some point. “Get your little sperm-bank up in the sling, and daddy’s gonna count how many wads your sweet twat has already gobbled up. But first, I’m going to have to tie you up.” With just a few ounces of chemically saturated liquid, this little fucker had ruined my plans for a very productive weekend, and I was going to make him pay. 12 inches of an 18 inch double-header pushed up inside his goopy gut only seconds after I’d secured his little hands to the chains behind his head. Yes, I should have sucked the hole first, but I wasn’t too rational at that point. Pounding his innards was my only goal. Pulling my smallest ass sound out of him like a dipstick, I could see and taste the guys who had been up inside him before me, or at least their biological business cards, some strands as thick and clumpy as gobs of chewing gum. Pushing the dildo back in him, I crammed their cum further up inside the sick little fuck-chute. Licking around his hole while the marital aid slipped in and out of him got to be too much for my swollen dick. Having sucked three loads with my own butt, my nuts were recharged, and soon I buried my shaft as deep into the boy’s belly as I could, without removing the other long pink probe. Double fucking him felt too good for words, feeling the slimy surrogate rubbing along side my veiny tool. Part of me want to wait for a human partner to DP his boy-twat, but I knew the speed would kill my dick any second, so I didn’t. His well reamed ring gripped dick and starting sucking. Rocking against me, his jet black pupils tried to focus, his deranged mind tried to figure out how I was violating both his colon and his bowels at the same time. His cum greedy cunt clamped and released, clamped and released, trying to pull my balls into his body. “Please Daddy,” he begged, “please breed my ass. I’ll be a good boy..... please Pappa... Wad and wad of ejaculate rushed from my body into his, while I worked the wand faster and deeper. How great it would have been to feel some other guy unload with his cock next to mine, but al that point, I could care less that the warm latex wasn’t so lifelike. Instead, I started pissing, filling him up with every ounce of urine inside me. My jacked up body trembled like I was have one long, slow endless orgasm, pumping ounce after ounce of urine into him. His sphincter tried to clamp down on my dick and the dildo, attempting to form a water tight seal, but I kept using the double header as I let loose. His body convulsed from the ongoing assault. Reaching for a butt-plug from the bedside, I told him not to loose a drop, which was damn near impossible considering how much I’d banged up his hole. Quickly, as I stuffed the fat kunt-stopper into position, I pulled the warm and wet rubber monster out of his cum-catcher, gave it a few licks before siding the slimy dildo as far up into my own gut as I could. I wouldn’t be using my own cum-club for another ten hours, but my burning insides didn’t care in the least. Even on his back, his belly bloated as the plug held my piss in place. Now I knew how I could get the other guys jizz out of him, but first, I though I would let him marinate for a few minutes as I reamed myself with the rubber beast. Getting all 18 inches in intestines made me realize it was time to switch to something longer and thicker. Cold latex took longer to push in than the gut-warmed toy I’d pulled out of the boy, so as I let my own weight do the work for me, I focused on the buffet before me. Using my thumb to keep the pug from popping out, I licked around the over-stretched asslips. My drug saturated brain wanted to rip the plug out and start draining him right away, but the tiny rational part of me knew his soup would taste nastier the longer he soaked. Instead, I took a few minuted to feast on his flaccid little cock and balls. I couldn’t help but rub my teeth along the shredded flesh, raw from the constant friction he’d applied since the crystal killed his cock, while he cried out and fought against the restraints. His formerly massive meat now fit easily inside my gob, along with his hairless little balls. Every few minutes I would spit them out and try to comfort him with words of encouragement, telling him what a good boy he was, and how proud I was of Daddy’s little urinal, but it didn’t help- his swollen guts and chapped pizzle hurt too much. He kept whimpering. Very soon now, I would need to gag him. But first.... the plug. “When I tell you, I want you to fart for Daddy, okay ?” “That’s fucking disgusting,” he whimpered, but he was just pointing out the obvious. Grabbing the warm jug off the floor, I saw we’d filled a third of it, with sharp yellow piss and a layer of clotted white mucus floating on top. Having done this sort of this before, I knew I’d get splashed a little, but I didn’t want to wash any more of it than I had too. In a split second, I yanked out the fat plug, and covered his aching anus with my mouth. He wouldn’t need any coaching as the warm, rancid enema rushed out of his belly and into mine. I tasted and teased the tiny tears in his sphincter. Whoever had been fucking him before me didn’t bother with lube. No way to tell what was urine and what was cum, but I held the jug under my chin to catch some of the overflow, as the rest of our shared waste washed down my beard and soaked through my tank top into my chest hair. Did I black out? Had I drowned and gone to heaven ? Time stopped as I gulped and gulped and gargled. Moaning in relief, his bound legs twitched as nature pulled the piss out of his anus and into my mouth, my nose, my throat and bottomless belly. My own urine tasted much mellower than his, but isn’t that always the case? Soon the flood slowed to a trickle, and I took a moment to slam the fat plug back in. He shrieked. It would take a few minutes for his bowels to realign and release the rest, so I checked out the fully filled bottle in my hand. Bound bitch or not, I had to thank him, so I stood and walked around to his head. Can you believe he didn’t want to kiss his daddy? It didn’t stop me from wrapping my soggy lips around his mouth cunt. He didn’t fight it and soon, he was trying to suck his slime from my tonsils. “Thirsty ?” I asked. He looked confused before seeing me lift the liter of our combined juices to my lips. “NO!” he protested, but I told him if he wasn’t a good boy I would just have to pour it up his nose. After filling my own mouth, I pressed my lips to his and let a slow stream spit into his hungry gullet. “Now that wasn’t so bad....” I said, before bringing our improvised urinal to his lips. “Don’t swallow,” I commanded, “just hold that sewage in your mouth for a few minutes.... Didn’t you call me a filthy fucking human toilet a few minutes ago? Try and say it again while holding on to the piss of two men and the cum-loads of another ten in you mouth.” Now, he was blissing out. Having crossed the line in to degradation, he embraced it, making me so proud of my boy. Placing my lips again his, I sucked our piss out of his mouth and spit it back in until bubbly white foam formed around our lips. Pouring the jug slowly, I watched him drink, wishing I had a baby bottle for him. “Goood toilet boy, I whispered, “Drink daddy’s douche water.” Before he could swallow any more, I took the bottle way from him and returned to face is ass. This time, I was much gentler as a removed the plug. Once he was completely drained, I knew I that would eventually need to get up and open the door in order to let the gang bang begin. But for a while, I was content to watch him fart out squirts of my salty yellow waste mixed with the gobs of cock snot that he had tried to hide from his papa. As his asshole inverted, showing off his shiny red colon, I lost myself, nursing on his dripping rosebud. Cuming soon: GUT RUSH Part 2- USED CONDOM SURPRISE

i really think that the whole poz or neg thing is just a plot created to inhibit mankind to its biggest power: that shared pleasure brings out the deeper human feelings, the ones that show you the meaning of life. it is risible in the 21st century that we're still talking about wearing condoms. it has been proven that the use of condoms inhibits the purpose of what human sex means: sharing of dna (our exeriences), in other words continue being in the oneness. do you think that if mother nature wanted to get rid of such a dangerous "disease" she would have created a thrid foreskin in men or something like that, we think we can be smarter than her and solve our problems... (breastfeeding/bottle formulas, circumsition/inhibition, how better are we without our townsils? et al....) ..."WITH A CONDOM", when, if you think about it, the sole act of sharing dna is the purpose of everything...and that applies to man-to-man sex as well.....