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A buddy of mine is in town on business and looking for fun. He works for a local airline is 40, 5'10' fit vers/top, with 7 thick inches. He says he has an 8 day load that he needs to donate to someone and asked if I were interested. I was booked up but told him my bf was working from home today. 5 minutes later the bf texts to ask if he can play during lunch -- "go for it, but save it for me to taste" was my response. Two hours later I get a text from my pal that reads "That is hands down, without a doubt the HOTTEST sex of my life!" So, I decide to head home early in hopes of using his nut for lube. I walk from the garage into the basement to find my boyfriend still naked (sans a jock strap) lying in the sling playing with his cummy hole and left nipple. I dropped down and started eating his (delicious) ass and noticed that quite a lot of cum had dribbled on the floor. I start wiping it up with my right hand, using it to lube my dick in preparation to fuck my boy... He tells me that our pal shot a HUGE load in him, that he felt "so full" -- I asked him to push some out for me to eat and it literally squirted 4 feet across the floor (more lube for me!) -- he pushed more out and I licked up every drop before pushing my dick in his hole and fucking him until I loaded him with my 2 day load. The boy can't stop talking about how the guy made him cum without touching himself. It was a hot, loud, porn-style fantasy fuck so after I bred him I texted a hung black pal of mine and had him stop by --like me, he loves using a stretched out cum-flooded manhole. He's fucking my boy downstairs as I type this note... shortly when hear their moans escalate toward orgasm, I will return to watch the breeding --and just maybe deposit a 4th load of cum into my boys amazing butt. Damn, I hope he works from home and "cheats" on me more often!

Met a guy to give him a deepthroat blowjob today. He wanted it anonymous with little talking, and I was totally game for that.He was small at first but definitely a grower after he went down my throat for a few thrusts! What intrigued me is that I kept hearing him on this phone type and the typical GrindR notification noise popping up constantly. At some point he held my head still and took a picture of me sucking him and I assume sent it to some guy. Then he innocently asked to see my ass, and started pressing his cock against it, and without even asking started fucking me. I did not expect that at all, as I was in the mood to just give a simple blowjob tonight, but I went with it. He fucked me for a few minutes then withdrew and ordered me to suck him again. Now I've never done ass to mouth before but I again just went with it and followed his orders. He told me to lie down and started fucking my throat pretty deep and I gagged quite a lot. Then the unexpected happened, I heard him call someone, and he was talking with another guy about how he was getting sucked and fucking a bottom boy right now. Then I realized he was on video cam because he told the other guy to look at me sucking. The fact that he didn't even ask me for permission made it even hotter. He went back after a bit to fucking me and was showing it to the dude on video. I was getting fucked raw by a complete stranger blindfolded and he was broadcasting it to another complete stranger. I think they were trying to cum at the same time because he kept asking the other guy if he was close. He asked the other guy where he wanted him to cum, and the other guy asked him to cum on my face and mouth as he wanted to see him cum. A few minutes later he came a huge load flying over my face and in my mouth, and asked me to show the cum in my mouth to the other dude. And they came at the same time and hung up almost immediately. This was a first to me on many levels - never been made to do ass to mouth, and never had pics or even a whole video taken of me being used, especially when we were planning for just a blowjob. The best part? My guy was asking the other if he wanted to fuck me, and the other was like fuck yeah. When he left he told me they're going to organize something to both use me another time, and I'm very much looking forward to my first 3some!

I've never shared this story with anyone, but I've never been so horny in my entire life since I created an account here reading all the hot stories, so felt it's a good time to share. True story here, this happened to me when I was very young. At the time I barely knew how sex worked, never had a real bf, and had just sucked and been fucked maybe a couple times. I grew up in a different country so there was a sort of craigslist equivalent there. One day I posted an ad saying that I was "looking for a bf" (yeah, right), and got tons of replies. But one in particular stood out. It was an older guy, I forget his age but probably in his 50ies so almost 3x my age. He said he was looking for a young boyish twink and wanted to take me to a hotel and make love to me like a woman and that he would pay me for it if I let him do what he wants. First I was offended and frankly disgusted and didn't even reply. But I kept thinking about it for some reason. Something about the thought of being treated like a woman as he said turned me on a lot. And also the idea of having another man paying me to be able to use me as he wants was very sexy to me, while still feeling it was degrading. After a week or 2 of thinking about it constantly, I decided it was time to give it a try and replied. The man replied almost instantly, saying I made the right choice and that he would take good care of me. We chatted a bit and convened to meet on a following Friday where he would pick me up not far from my place after I was done with school, take me to the hotel to spend the night, and drop me back at my place the next day. We didn't really discuss much what we were going to do, even though I asked multiple times, but he just said I had to be obedient and do what he says. I was SO nervous on the day he picked me up. I'm already very shy by nature, so you can imagine I was a nervous wreck going in a complete stranger's car and being his "woman" for the night. When I got in he was literally devouring me with his eyes. Said he was glad I was very twinky as he likes his boys looking innocent. The drive to the hotel felt like forever, but I don't think it was more than a 20-30 mins drive. It was way out of town near a highway, and I was very nervous arriving there and almost backed out. He probably saw I was nervous because he told me not to worry, that he'd be gentle and I'd have a good time, and that helped me relax a little. Once inside he wasted no time and as soon as the door closed he started kissing me passionately. I had never kissed a man at the time so it felt really weird. He was very forceful about it too. Then he removed my shirt, and told me to kneel in front of him. I had an instant of hesitation and he told me to hurry up, and I obliged. He was still dressed then, and didn't even bother undressing, and just unuzipped and pulled out his cock and told me to kiss it and smell it and tell him how beautiful it is. Now I was not a total stranger to cock at the time as I had blown I think 2 guys and been fucked twice too, but it had always been after long makeout sessions with lots of cuddling and sweet words and all that. So finding myself like this on my knees with a stranger's cock in front of me felt really uncomfortable. I probably managed to lick and usher a few words uncomfortably about his cock, and I like the he kept ruffling my hair and gently rubbing his hands over my face. I felt very vulnerable and liked the attention he was giving me while I made his cock go from limp to hard. When he got fully hard though his attitude changed. What was once gentle ruffling of my blond hair became fists who grabbed my hair and held my head in place. He told me to open my mouth, and didn't even ask me to suck him - instead he pushed his cock all the way down my throat while keeping my head still. I was pretty shocked then, had never had a cock in my throat before. I was gagging a lot and asked me to stop, but he told me if I want to satisfy him and serve like a woman I have to get used to it and that I should stop complaining. Still in shock, I did my best but probably wasn't very good at it, although I remember him saying he liked to hear me gag. After a while he probably got bored or likely there was too much teeth, and he told me it was time to make a real woman out of me. He put me back on my feet and went back to kissing me intensely, but this time one of his hands started playing with my hole and he started fingering me roughly. It hurt and he wasn't gentle about it, but we stayed like this for a while and my hole started loosening after a while. He put me on the bed on my back, lifted my legs and started approaching me with his erect cock getting clearly ready to enter me. This is when I started fighting back and telling him I didn't want to get fucked without a condom. He was actually very nice about it, stopped for a minute, told me he just fucks his wife and he's only been with very few twinks, and that I had nothing to be worried about. I was still hesitant, but figured I could trust him, so I went back in position. He entered me slowly while caressing my chest. He clearly had no interest in my cock, but he pinched my nipples hard while entering me. It didn't hurt so bad because he had fingered me well before, but felt very different to the couple times I had been fucked with a condom. He started fucking me harder and harder, telling me sweet words, caressing me gently, I really felt like a woman that time. His constant pinching of my nipples, and the feeling of his raw cock going inside and outside of me made me shoot my load very quick all over myself. He lasted a few minutes after that, and he had a deep groan and said things along the lines that I was now his boy and that my ass was his. Then he collapsed on me and passionately kissed me for a while before we fell asleep. He fucked me 3 other times that night, as I found myself woken up by his raw cock entering me and I just took it. Come morning after a last fuck he told me it was great and that he would love to see me regularly. He insisted on paying me for this, saying that I had been very obedient and I deserved it. Took me back to my place, and not an hour later messaged me to see if I was available the very next Friday for the same thing. I ended up seeing him for several months almost every week. He brought me gifts sometimes like pieces of underwear or t-shirts that made me look cute, and he was always paying me for it. Inside my head I was turned on by the idea of giving up my ass raw in exchange of that, even if that felt wrong. After a few months I moved to a bigger town for college so we couldn't meet anymore. He emails me a few times asking how things were going and if I was coming back for the holidays, but we kinda lost contact after a bit. He's the first I've let fuck me bareback, and the only one I've let do that before a loooong time. I was thinking about these memories fondly as I just had my first anon cumdump scene last weekend, and I think it was a great introduction for me to bareback sex. I regret nothing, except the fact that it took me many years after this to accept going back to bareback. This was a bit of a longer post than I anticipated, but I hope you'll find it interesting as this is the story the way I remember it. I've actually never told this story to anyone, there's a bit of a stigma with it being first bareback and then being paid for it, so I've kept it to myself, but this felt like a good place to share it for the first time.

I was feeling horny Friday morning so I got up and went to one of the local bookstores here in Vegas. It was 4am when I arrived and although there were several cars in the parking lot most of the guys must’ve been in the theater and not the arcade area. It was slow the first 30 minutes and then this latino guy walked in and I was standing against the wall and he motioned for me to follow him into a booth. I went in and locked the door and when I turned around he had his big cock out. He was about 8 inches uncut and I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He was about 5’7 average body but handsome and masculine. I had already lubed my hole so as I’m sucking him he is bending down trying to get his hand under the waistband of my pants to feel my ass. I pulled my pants down and when he felt my wet hole he turned me around and as he’s guiding his bare cock into me he asked me if I was negative. He had an accent too. I said yes and then he said I’m negative too and starts fucking me. He gripped my hips tight and fucked me for about 15 min before I felt his big thick cock throbbing inside of me. He was so quiet that was the only way I knew he came. I pulled my clothes up and walked out. I walked around and went into another booth and this blk guy that had been there reached under the booth and grabbed my ass so I invited him in. The booth doors are half doors so people are always bending down trying to see what’s going on. He comes in and pulls his cock out and he’s about 8 inches too and cut. As I’m sucking him he says I wanna fuck you. I stood up and turned around and he guided his cock into me. He fucks me for about 10 minutes and then says where do you want me to cum. I said cum in me. He said beg for it. Beg for my cum. So I say please give me your cum, please cum in me and he moans and grips my hips and cums and collapses on my back. I pulled up my pants and walked out. I sucked off this sexy white guy and swallowed his load. He was sexy. Tall and lean. Nice body, rugged looks. As I leave his booth I see a guy walk away that had been peaking in to see what we were doing. It was the latino guy again. I followed him into the same booth that we were in earlier and I sucked his big cock again and then turn around and slid his cock in. This time my hole was cummy from his previous load and the black guy. He asked in his accent if I’m clean. I said yes and then he starts fucking me. This time he was a little more aggressive but it felt good and he was taking long strokes and you could hear his cock sloshing around in my ass from all the cum in me. He fucks me for about 15 mins again and then he cums again and I feel his cock throbbing again. He was still quiet so when he pulled out and I turned around to clean his cock it was covered in cum all the way to the base. I pulled up my pants and went home with the 3 loads in my ass. My hole was gaping and I was trying to keep all the cum inside me until I got home.

Update: met up with fag ex coworker and slipped him a little something to loosen him up. Took him to mates and made sure he got what he deserved. Already forwarded video to his bf and half the office. Guess he'll have more time to enjoy exploring his single life as a pig lol.

"C'mere" Said Bill when we got inside. I went over to him and he turned me round and bent me over. He fingered my swollen and puffy hole, and I blushed as a drool of cum slid out over his finger. "Nice!" He growled. "We'll get you pregnant yet. You feeling ok? No cold or sniffles yet?" I said no, and he shook his head. "Would have thought you'd be knocked up by now with all the hot loads up you. We'll just have to try harder!" There was a knock on the door, and I just had time to hide behind the counter when I saw my mother standing there. "Sorry to trouble you."She said. But Timmy forgot his key and I have to go out." Bill took the key and she asked how I was getting on. As she spoke, I felt a hand on my arse and looked back to see the old guy, Arthur, behind me with one finger on his lips and the other hand graping a drooling erection. "Oh he's fine!" Said Bill. "Very willing and good with the regulars" Arthur gave an evil grin, bent me over and slid his cock into my backside. I gave a gasp, and saw my mother raise an eybrow at the noise. "Must be some air in the sauna."Said Bill Arthur began to thrust slowly in and out of my arse, his hand over my mouth to stop me groaning. Bill must have realised what was happening, and he kept talking to her even as he knew I was being sodomised only feet from her. Arthur was gasping and thrusting hard into me, and getting close to his climax. "Well, I'd better be going" She said. At that moment, Arthur came in me, his cock twitching and throbbing as it spurted. "Nice to see you." Said Bill. "I'll give Timmy the keys and tell him you called. He's probably making himself useful somewhere." She turned and waved good bye as the old man's cock slid out of me and Bill turned with a big smile. "You can come out now you dirty sod!"

I felt groggy as I woke up. My mouth was thick with the tell tale feeling of having a large quantity of cotton wool stuffed in it that betrayed just how much I had drank the night before. I stretched, gingerly, not wanting to move too quickly for fear of discovering a headache to go with my cottonmouth. My head, however, felt clear as I rolled onto my side and very slowly swung my legs off the side of my bed. I sat there for a moment before I realized that I was completely naked, not all altogether alien experience, but rather another sign of how intoxicated I had been; I often strip off to go to bed when drunk. As I sat up I suddenly became aware of how much I had to piss and quickly padded across the cold wooden floor of my studio apartment to the bathroom. Letting a powerful jet of piss out into the open toilet bowl I felt my ass clench slightly and became aware that my hole felt a tender and rather slick. Finishing up my piss I ran a finger up my crack, feeling my puffy wet hole. I looked at my finger, shiny with whatever was wetting my ass, for a long moment before turning around and bending over to look at my hole in the mirror. Winking back from between my spread ass cheeks was my hole, puffy, and pink, not quite closed, and shiny with what I thought might be lube but I suspected was something else. I ran my finger along my crack again, this time dipping into my tender hole, when I brought it round I was confronted with evidence of what I had already suspected to be true. It was not lube leaking from my clearly well fucked hole but cum. My heart thudded in my chest. I had no recollection of getting home last night, let alone of getting fucked. Jesus, I thought nervously, what have I done? Not only had I had sex but clearly unprotected sex and I had let the guy cum in me, what had I been thinking? I walked back to my bed and grabbed my phone from where it had been charging on the nightstand hoping to find some evidence of what I had done. There were several texts from the two friends I had gone out with starting around just after midnight asking where I had disappeared to; the most recent being just a few minutes ago, must have been what had woken me up. I sent back a quick response saying that I was home, and apologized for giving them a fright. The next message on my phone was from a contact I didn’t remember having, one simply named “SIR”. The message was short and succinct: Check out the link and then let me know when you’re ready for more. I clicked the link and it took me to a private video server. Sitting down on my bed I pressed play and watched as the video began. It faded in on a guy’s ass, his beefy hairy cheek hammering back and forth as he clearly pounded someone. The camera moved under the guy, between his legs to show a fat raw cock pounding into an unknown ass. The bottom was moaning in pleasure with each thrust, something about the bottom’s voice seemed familiar even through the tiny phone speakers. I stopped the video and grabbed my laptop from under the bed. Hurriedly transpiercing the url to my browser I pulled up the video again. There was definitely something that I recognized in the bottom’s groans. My cock was starting to get hard watching this fat cock pound this boy’s hole, his ass lips clinging to the hard shaft each time the top pulled out. Eventually the camera moved again, pulling back between the top’s legs and then panning up his broad muscular back to look over his shoulder. My jaw dropped, there laying flay out, legs in the air, eyes closed in ecstasy, being fucked by a raw cock, was me. I took in my pale skin, dark hair, strong chest, tight stomach, pink nipples. I saw my chest heave with racked breath as the top mercilessly plowed my hole. Though my head was reeling and my heart pounding my cock was growing still harder as I watched myself get fucked. I had no memory of this, yet there was no denying it was me there getting fucked bareback. I felt like I should be sickened by what I was seeing but I found myself becoming more and more turned on as I watched. The top fucking me seemed to be getting close as he started fucking me even harder. He grunted as he hammered his cock into my clearly willing ass. The camera panned down to show him slamming into me balls deep with every thrust. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” a gravely voice that I can only assume belonged to the top said, “I’m gonna breed your sweet fucking cunt boy.” “Yes,” said my voice, the unmistakable glee sending a shiver up my spine, “breed my hole!” The man growled and pressed his cock as far as he could into my hole, clearly shooting his load deep into me. Watching myself get bred I couldn’t help but reach between my legs and feel my still wet hole… Slowly the man pulled out from my now cum filled hole. I looked at the time bar, the video wasn’t even a quarter of the way over. The camera zoomed in as the head of the man’s cock popped out of my hole, a small glob of cum bubbling out after it. For a moment my hole was left gaping and empty, then a new voice, not the top who had just fucked me called, “Who’s next?” Another cock, the body it belonged to cut out of the frame stepped up and slid effortlessly into my hole, The camera shifted again showing my body stretched out on the bed, my mouth now occupied by the cock that just been inside my ass. I watched in aroused horror, my cock throbbing, as time and time again my ass was seeded by random cocks. The video never showed their faces though, it showed plenty of mine, making sure to zoon in on my face whenever I begged a top for his load. I noticed that my eyes, though wide and alert looked a little blood shot and slightly unfocused. The video was almost an hour long and featured fourteen different tops, all of whom fucked and bred my ass. No wonder my hole was tender. The last shot of the video was a slow zoom in on my wrecked hole after the last top had shot his load deep inside of me. I stared in amazement at my loose and gaping hole. That sort of thing had never turned me on before but seeing my on hole wrecked like that, dripping with cum, was different, it made me feel hungry. I wanted my hole to look like that more, I wanted to have my ass plowed and dripping with cum. The video faded to black, and then a message appeared on the screen, “You know you want more bitch,” followed by the phone number now listed in my contacts as SIR. For a long moment I sat, one hand holding my phone, and the other with three fingers lodged in my cummy hole. I wasn’t entirely sure when during the film I had thrust three fingers inside of myself and started riding them desperately but even now that the movie was over I was reluctant to remove them. Rocking back on my fingers again, feeling them push against my ass ring I knew what I had to do. I unlocked my phone, opened SIR’s text and sent him a message: I’m ready now. The response was almost instantaneous as if SIR had been waiting with his phone in his hand. That was fast boy. You ready to take more cock? Yes, I responded. Right now? Yes, I hesitated before adding the next part but then hurriedly hit send, I need it. Good boy. Come and get it. He texted me an address just a few blocks away in the northern part of Hell’s Kitchen, and added, Don’t bother showering or putting on underwear. You have ten minutes to get here. My heart was pounding, a little voice in the back of my head told me I was crazy, but I wasn’t thinking with my head. I grabbed a t-shirt from the floor and a pair of gym shorts, slipped into some shoes and, leaving everything but my keys and phone behind rushed out of the door. I practically ran the nine blocks to his apartment, making it there in just over six minutes. I texted saying I was there and the door buzzed. Once inside I received an apartment number with the instruction to hurry. He lived on the fifth floor of an old walk up, and having taken the stairs two at a time the whole way up I was more then a little winded when I knocked on his door. It quickly opened and a tall olive skinned man in an old yellowing jockstrap with a thick leather harness strapped to his chest opened the door. I gapped at this specimen on manliness in front of me. At five eleven I like to think of myself as tall but this man towered above me making him probably six five. Between the thick straps of his harness bulged powerful fur covered chest muscles that led to hard defined abs. His arms were thick, covered with coarse hair, and knotted all over with veins. The basket of his jock bulged with what could only be thick meaty cock and oversized cum laden balls, the whole mass of which thrust out boldly from his tree trunk like legs. He did not smile at me, his handsome face told of only one thing: lust. “I knew you were gonna be a good one last night when you were begging for loads before the first cock even breached your cunt,” he had a rough, deep, rumbling voice that seemed to echo from somewhere deep inside his cavernous ribcage. “Get that sweet cunt inside, and strip off, I’ve waited long enough for my chance at that hole.” That struck me as odd, was he not one of the men who had fucked me last night? I thought that even the cameraman had cum inside of me. I didn’t care though I stepped inside and before the door was even closed had kicked off my shoes, pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped my shorts to the ground. “Fuck you’re a hot little cum slut,” he said leading me into the living room where he sat down on the couch, legs spread wide. “Well, get between my legs and start wetting my cock boy. All the lube I’m gonna give you to get this monster up your cunt is spit and whatever cum is left in you from my friends last night.” Caution and logic were long gone, I was now completely in the grips of my own lust, and now I a safe sex enthusiast, fell to my knees desperate to get another bare cock up my ass. Pulling his musty jock aside I revealed a thick, flaccid cock resting on a pair of truly massive balls. I took his soft cock in my mouth, rolling his nuts around in my had as I rid so, marveling at their size. It didn’t take long for his cock to start hardening I my mouth, and I was quickly overwhelmed my the sheer length and girth of the thing. His broad flat mushroom head ballooned in my mouth, swelling till it stretched my cheeks. I did my best to slobber all over his shaft and head, trying to get it as wet as possible for my hole. Though I was enjoying guzzling down his gorgeous member, SIR had other plans and soon as he felt his cock was slicked with enough spit he knocked me back and stood up. He instructed me to get on all fours on the couch, resting my chest on the back of it. I clambered up and assumed the position he had instructed and waited with eager anticipation. SIR took his time coming up behind me, rubbing his blunt cock head up and down my ass crack a few times, before zeroing in on my still tender and slightly gaped pucker. I had expected him to push in roughly but instead he began a slow thrusting that alternately pressed against my sphincter and gave it time to relax. Very, very slowly my hole opened till suddenly his broad flay head pushed inside of me and stayed there. “Fuck that’s a nice hole. I may just have to keep it after I ruin it.” My brain had completely shut down, over loaded with the massive waves of pleasure that were crashing over my body and SIR began to delve deeper into my hole. It took a long time for him to finally fuck his whole cock into me, but when he finally bottomed out and I could feel his massive balls against mine I felt nothing but joy. “Tell me what you want boy,” he growled in my ear. “I want you to fuck me, SIR.” “What else?” “I want you to cum in me, to breed me!” “Good boy, that’s probably the first time you’ve ever said that sober isn’t it?” “Yes, SIR.” “I’m gonna knock you up and set you free boy.” I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant but I pressed my hips back against him as if trying to will more of his cock into my hole. He chuckled at that and began to slowly fuck me, pulling his cock almost entirely from my hole before sliding it back in to the hilt. I moaned like a whore, desperate for a real pounding. SIR knew what I needed though, and quickly began to pick up the pace and intensity of his thrusts until soon he was hammering away at my ass without mercy. I was practically screaming as his cock wrecked my hole, bruising my sphincter a little with each thrust. He hammered away like that for longer then I thought possible, till both of us were drenched in sweat and I lay pressed into the back of the couch limp. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out of my hole with a soft pop. “Get you your back, I wanna look in your eyes while I breed you.” I flipped onto my back and grabbed my legs spreading them wide showing SIR my now wide-open hole. Without hesitation he sunk back into me and resumed his breakneck pace. The sweat pored from his body, dripping onto me, I didn’t care thought, I could feel his pace starting to change and heard the shift in his breathing. SIR was getting close. He kept up his voracious pace for as long as he could before he suddenly growled deep in his chest like a bear and locked eyes with me as he slammed into my hole several times very roughly. He didn’t have to tell me he had cum, I knew, I could feel the warmth spreading in my ass. He flopped forward, his cock still lodged inside of me, his hairy sweaty chest now pressed to mine. “Fuck,” he said at length, “I knew your cunt would be worth it. I’m totally keeping you as my new cum dump.” He smiled at me, “See I told you last night, take all those loads and you’d be ready for mine.” “You did?” I said panting. “Oh that’s right you won’t remember sense we slipped you those drugs.” His smile became a wicked smirk. “But I told you last night, you take my buddies NEG loads up your cunt and by tonight, well you came around faster than I anticipated, you’d be begging for my POZ cock up your loose cunt.” Holy shit! I thought, I hadn’t even asked him or thought about… Jesus. I had just taken what had to be a massive POZ load in my ass. It only took me a millisecond longer to realize I didn’t care. I had just been fucked like I never had before. Clearly I had loved last night as well. If taking POZ loads meant that I was going to get fucked like this more then that was fine by me. “How do you feel now that you’ve had it boy?” He asked. I answered in the only way I could, honestly, “I want… I need more.”

This link is essentially the published study, the info is reliable. A little info for those interested: HIV is a virus and, as such, requires a host for replication. I.e., HIV cannot reproduce on its own, it invades a cell and uses its hosts DNA to reproduce. What made it so deadly was HIV's ability to mutate rapidly. The way we finally achieved suppression was by med combinations that resist the virus at more than one point. Sort of like instead of cutting off only and arm, the combo meds cut of an arm and a couple of legs. Essentially, the anti retroviral therapy (ART), reduces the levels of HIV to "undetectable" thus removing the deadly aspect of the virus, which is the virus ability to decimate the immune system. With ART, the immune system can recover and remain intact, so people don't progress to AID's and thus stay alive and relatively healthy. The London Man are cool progress because it demonstrates repeatability of the Berlin Man, who has been HIV free for 10 years. The process was even less aggressive in the London Man, yet still appears to have succeeded 18 months later. Both used bone marrow transplant which process involves wiping out the immune system then replacing it with someone else's (i.e., stem cell transplant). In each case, the donor cells were from donors who have the genetic mutation where the CCR5 receptors are missing from the their cell surface, receptors that HIV needs to gain access to a cell and its DNA so it can reproduce. So, not unlike ART, this method employs hitting HIV from a couple of directions and it appears, so far, to irradiate HIV from the body. The thing that makes scientists excited about the "London Man" is that they were able to replicate the "Berlin Man." The London Man has been free of HIV for 18 months, the Berlin Man 10 years. This is new and rare (only two cases) results, so terms like "remission" are being used instead of "cure." We did/do the same with cancer. Terms like "remission" are used when we do not have enough experience or replicated evidence to apply the term "cure." No one is considering this a viable treatment for HIV, especially with the success of ART, but it is exciting to see it's possible for the virus to be removed from the body.

Some guys just throw the condom off when they're close and ram their bare cock in the hole balls deep to breed it. And not in professional pornos. Like here: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph59470222555ec&pkey=40137252 and https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b0efa79dca8f&pkey=40137252

Went to cumunion this weekend in DC. Spent most of my time in the dark room. Jumped into the sling some, but when that was being used, just bent over and took whatever cock went into my ass. Left with a cummy hole, and the bf bred me again in the am.

Part 3: Two hours later I could no longer clench my hole tight. Instead every few steps a small drop of cum would drip from my destroyed ass lips and add to the growing wet spot in my shorts. Mac had fucked three loads total into me before letting his boy Greg breed me once as well. I had been surprised by the shirt but incredibly fat dick that Greg sported and how well he plowed my slack hole. Mac had gotten in the shower when he was done with me so it was up to Greg, who bred me against the front door, to tell me that my next stop wasn’t far away and I would know it when I got there. I looked at him confusedly and he just told me to go back the way I had come and to say yes to the opportunities that presented themselves. My cock was still semi hard in the elevator on the way back down, and I knew that I stuck of sweat and cum now. I would have to go home and shower, and change before whatever was next. Just as I was heading out the revolving door I heard a voice behind me. “Well it looks like you had a good time.” I turned and saw the door man standing next to his desk. “I…um….excuse me?” I stammered in response. “Judging by that wet spot in your shorts I looks like Mac bred you pretty well and maybe even Greg.” I didn’t know what to say, I just stared at him. “You’re Sir’s new boy aren’t you?” I nodded slowly, noticing a growing bulge in the front of the door man’s suit pants. “I love when Sir sends a boy out to have his limits tested,” he was now rubbing the unmistakable bulge in his pants. “Get behind the desk and suck my cock till my relief comes down, then I’ll take you in the back and give you another load.” I blinked, and without saying a word, moved behind the desk and got on my knees in front of the char. Without even knowing his name, as soon as the door man’s crotch was in front of me I fished out his cock and swallowed his growing shaft. His dick was not as long as either Sir’s or Mac’s but it was incredibly thick, much like Greg’s. His shaft, probably just 8 inches long, though was nothing compaired to the enormity of his mushroom head. It’s broad flat top stuck on considerably from the shaft and I could only imagine how that would feel punching in and out of my battered hole. With quiet enthusiasm I swallowed his dick as I had been instructed, and all the while he continued to greet residents as if nothing were happening. At one point he even buzzed someone’s Seamless order up to them, his cock never leaving my mouth, and his composure never wavering. After about fifteen minutes of passionate sucking I heard a new voice from our side of the desk. “Jesus James, another one?” I couldn’t see the speaker from where I was but I assumed he could see some part of me. “This is Sir’s new boy, he’s been sent out for testing. Just got done with Mac and Greg upstairs and now it’s our turn. Take the desk while I breed his cunt and then he’s all yours.” “Oh shit, I didn’t realize Sir was sending one out. Fuck yeah. Go!”

Hey guys this is Chapter 1 of a new story I wanted to write. There's not much action in this first chapter but it builds the scene. Hope you like and don't worry it will get messy pretty quickly. Its also inspired by a real pub I worked in when I was 18. The Pub - Chapter 1 They say change can be a good thing, but when a lot happens at once it can be overwhelming. I had just recently turned 18, had just moved into the city to attend University. I was in student accommodation and I was out walking the streets looking for work. I needed a job to pay bills and have a decent student life, after all my loan would only go so far and my mum wouldn't be in much of a position to help me out. I discovered, however, most of the stores in town had already hired their student workers. It seemed as if the entire uni had hit the town weeks earlier and taken all the good jobs. As I was slowly walking out the end of town back towards my new room, I came across a dank little pub on the edge of a cross roads. The building looked fairly rundown with a front door that had “Entry in the rear” painted across it. In the window was a little rainbow flag, suggesting it was a gay bar or something and next to it was a fresh advertisement for a bar man job. The notice said it was varied shift work and paid a working wage. In fairness I wasn't in a place to look a gift horse in the mouth so I followed the instructions and wandered round the back. There was a dark closed off alley which looked like it continued down to where barrels were stored; however I turned to the right and pushed open the door and stepped inside. The pub was darkly lit and as I walked in the attention of a few of the patrons perked up and stared at me. It was mid afternoon by this point and so the clientele were all in their early sixties at best, some sat along the bar talking to the barman, some hunched over their pints. I approached the barman, trying to ignore all the stares and asked him about the job in the window. He looked to be in his late forties and looked me up and down making me slightly uncomfortable. “You're a damn looker. I think you'll be very popular. I'll just shout the boss and he can give you an interview”. This got a couple of the men chuckling as they started to engage in conversation with me. Whilst the barman headed out the back and up some stairs I did my best to smile and chat with some of the guys at the bar. They inquired about where I had come from, never having seen me around before and I explained I was new to the area and studying. That got a few comments about me being fresh meat and a few more laughs about keeping an eye out for some of the pervs that come in here. I laughed somewhat reluctantly, but they didn't seem all that bad, and I appreciated that whilst they weren't my type, it seemed obvious that they didn't get younger guys in here very often. The barman came back down and told me to head up and that the boss was waiting. The old man closest too me patted my arse giving it a good squeeze and told me to knock them dead and that they were rooting for me. As I got to the top of the stairs I heard a gruff voice beckoning me in to the room on the right. It looked like a fairly nice living space, although it wasn't exactly kept nice and clean. I could see a lot of dishes stacked up in the kitchen and as I turned into the living room the place was cluttered with all sorts of boxes and props and various clothing and fetish gear. There seemed to be a variety of rubber and leather gear strewn around the room. Nothing that shocked me. While I was certainly young, I wasn't naive. While the contents of the room might have been a bit off, it was, after all, merely the room in which I'd be interviewed. On the far side of this large living room was a big torn up leather couch and sat to one side with his legs stretched out was a large beast of a man. He looked to be early fifties, scruffy hair and a big beard. He had a tight wife beater on with a huge bush of chest hair bursting out of all sides and was wearing torn baggy shorts. He stood up and took a few steps towards me palm outstretched. We shook hands; or rather he shook most of my arm with his powerful shake and pointed me to the couch to sit. “So you're looking for some work eh?” he asked giving me a look up and down as I sat down. “You know this is a gay pub right?” I nodded and explained I understood and it wasn't a problem. I explained my situation, having just moved down for University, single mum at home and needed to support myself, no luck in town, etc. “Well I'd be happy to help you out,” he said as he made himself more comfortable lifting a leg up onto the sofa and leaning back getting a better look at me, "but you should know that we do all sorts of events here and you would need to follow a dress code every now and then." His baggy torn shorts slowly fell down his arched leg and I could see he wasn't wearing any underwear. In fact I could actually see he was circumcised and had a large floppy shaft nestling over some huge hairy balls. I tried to focus on his face and desperately tried to pay attention to what he said. “Erm yes that's fine, I'd be happy to wear whatever uniform you require." “Right stand up for me” he said as he adjusted his crotch and rose with me. “Arms up” he commanded and I obeyed without question as he grabbed my -shirt and lifted it up over my head with a quick motion. He gave a little whistle and ran a chubby thick finger down my chest and along my abs. “Damn kiddo you've got a killer body, do you work out a lot?" I blushed, both at the compliment and that I was suddenly topless in front of a stranger in a random house during a job interview. “Erm, yes, I work out a few times a week, but nothing over the top. I have played sports most of my life so I just have a good body, I guess." He was rubbing his hands up and down my abs now and then grabbed my hips and turned me around, his hands went back to my chest and began working my nipples. I couldn't control myself and moaned softly. He chuckled. “So you're a sensitive little scamp too eh? That's good to know. The patrons will love seeing that, right now the rest please," he remarked, his hands unbuttoning my jeans, allowing them to drop to the floor, leaving me standing in my lucky yellow jock bare arse practically pressed into his crotch. “Well hello! I guess this tells me what position you played in sports, eh?" he chuckled, giving my bare arse cheek a squeeze before running his finger between the cheeks, grazing my hole. “Well lad, you look perfect. Great body great attitude, That's the main thing.” Spinning me around, he took my hand, walking me back to sit back down with him on the couch. “Ideally I'd like you to start as soon as possible. There's a shift going tonight if you're keen. I can show you the ropes and if you do a good job and keep the customers entertained and drinking then I think we have a deal”. I spluttered my thanks back to him and shook his hand again. Okay, it wasn't exactly a conventional job interview but I had a trial shift and could start straight away. We both stood up and I bent over to grab my clothes. He had obviously tried to assist as he accidentally bumped into my back side as he clearly had stood too close to me. “Whoops sorry boy” he said as he took my hips in his hand and slowly pulled me up into him, chuckling “Daddy's got you, don't worry.” I laughed politely as I put on my jeans and t-shirt while he watched. I shook his hand one last time as he looked at me fondly and he told me to head back down to begin work at 8:00. “Go home, grab a shower and just come back in what you are wearing. You don't need to put in any effort." I thanked him again and headed back downstairs, and, in passing through the pub the guys at the counter asked how it went. I confirmed I had a trial shift that night at 8:00. “Oh lovely,” said the guy who had patted my bum. “I'll look forward to seeing you then” he winked. I left and walked out the pub heading home to get ready for my first shift, with no clue as to how a simple bar job would bring even more change to my life.

This just happened and I wanted to share Had a hot military/muscle top who was passing through my city hit me up on Grindr. Had been driving cross country and wanted to drop a load before getting back on the road. He asks me if I’m down to take a load and I give him my address. He gives me clear instructions on what he wants—ass up, hitting poppers, and my hole nice and sloppy with boy butter. I leave the door unlocked and follow his instructions. Fifteen minutes later I hear him come in and he walks into my room. Strips real quick and comes up to my head and has me gagging on his cock to get him lubed up. He then slides into my greased up hole and begins fucking my brains out. Pushing my face down into the pillow. About 10 minutes after he starts fucking me, I think I hear the door to my place open but don’t think anything off it. He starts calling me a slut and faggot. And asking me if I want his load. As I’m begging for his load, this ripped mid-20s stud walks into my room naked—cock dripping precum. At this point, I’m so confused but turned on. The guy fucking me tells me that he was driving cross country with a straight buddy and his friend was waiting in the car while he fucked me. Before he came into my place he told his friend if he got bored or horny he could come and join. He hadn’t told me any of this beforehand. His straight friend starts face fucking me as the top in my ass pounds away. As his friend gets close the straight guy starts egging him on and telling him to “breed that faggot.” At this point I’m so turned on. The guy fucking me picks up the pace and shoves me down on his friend’s cock as he blows a huge load in my ass. He quickly pulls out and his friend slides into my ass without asking. The first top grabs my phone and starts filming his buddy fucking his load into my ass. The straight guy fucks me for about two minutes and then blows his load in my ass. “Thanks for that faggot.” Currently sitting here with their loads running out of my ass and hitting poppers. Wasn’t planning on being a cumdump today but now I’m thinking about inviting some more guys over.

It had been a few days with Tony on the road and I could tell by the geography we were getting into the southwest - lots of scrub brush was starting to appear. While Tony had been using me, I'd been on the mend as far as my health, and I wasn't running a fever quite as high as I had been, and my cough was dry now. Tony had been really kind to me, treating me like a lady when we were outside the cab - holding doors open for me and buying me food and drink. He never left my side - of course, I was on a leash and he was holding the other end, but still....I felt protected. Inside the cab he banged me like a cheap whore - because I was. It was a lot of work keeping his balls drained, and I loved every second of it. We stopped at a small diner in Vicksburg, CO - the one room establishment is only open seasonally and, we were the only people there that day. Tony kept me naked and leashed, and walked me in with no shame. I behaved accordingly. The waitress reacted no differently than if I'd been wearing clothes, My guess is that I'm not the first bitch she's seen like this. I sat with my legs crossed at the knees at all times so as not to reveal anything, as a lady should. My collar 'bitch' told her exactly what I was. No need to flaunt. Tony, ever the gentleman, ordered my food for me - no, I didn't have a choice, and I didn't want one. I didn't start to eat my food until Tony had started his, a yield to his dominance. The leader eats first. Tony, as Jake, never traded me to others for sex or money - that's not what this life was about. It's not prostitution, though we're called 'whores'. Bitches like me are passed from trucker to trucker for them to use for their sexual pleasure while on the road. From what I hear, we lead short - but very fucking intense - life spans as no one is on meds. Bitches usually die first as we're constantly kept loaded up. We're also the happiest. Trust me, I think we're getting the better end of the deal. We had stopped at some mammoth 'mother of all truck stops' kind of place headed into Utah. I was asleep face down in the back of Tony's cab, with my leash running to an eye hook over my head. I woke up when I felt a sharp pain behind me - a pain I recognized - someone was shoving a cock into my ass. I knew it wasn't Tony. It's something only a bottom can understand. When you fuck a man, you get to know 'him'. You can feel how different his cock feels from another. Some men are longer, some are thicker. They have different styles as well, some men fuck wildly - sloppy - all over the road with no idea what they're doing. Others are more controlled and know how to hit your prostate with every move. Long, smooth strokes. It's not that you fuck, it's how you fuck - and it tells me more about you than a background check, honey. I knew instantly I'd never felt this man. He was short and thin, barely enough to feel anything at all...and his strokes were fast and short. He felt panicked with his motions. He was already throbbing very hard and I knew he didn't have long. Which is good because my eyes were still crusted over and I barely opened them. Still, a dick in your ass will wake you up better than a cup of coffee ,sugar. Try it if you don't believe me. I was turning my head around to face him when I felt my hands being snatched over my head, my wrists bound with what felt like leather, and suspended from the eye hook over head. I whipped my head back around and another man had entered the passenger side seat of the rig, and quickly shoved his cock right down my throat. HE was the one that was thick and long, and he knew what he was doing as evidenced by his smooth, precise, and slow strokes. It's amazing what a girl can feel. No? The man in my ass grabbed my hair, and pulled me back towards him, and wrapped his right hand around my throat. "You dumb fucking bitch, you probably think all this is about truckers just passing you along until you're gone, don't you?" It's tough to answer questions with a cock down your throat. Perhaps he should have chosen a better time because all I could do was gag and gargle. I'm not sure that was helpful. And they call me the stupid one. From the front, the man there explained. "It's not about you, whore - we know that's what you think. The truth is that we need you to be as viraled up as possible....we're going to flood your body so high that we can collect your blood and use it to poz others that want to turn. We've been doing it for years, cunt." He calmly explained as he held onto my head, shoving his cock down my throat and holding it there for a few seconds before starting to work it in and back out. The man behind me started pounding my asshole as hard as he could, spanking me every time he stroked in. Still having my hair in his other hand, he turned my head sideways and growled. "You're a fucking Petri dish, you fucking cock whore!" That comment must have sent him over the edge as he shoved in HARD one single time and held it. I could feel his cock flexing with each pump he was giving me...expanding, pushing the walls of my body out hard, then contracting letting me relax for a split second before beginning the cycle over and over. He felt warm - and his seed was going deep. I could feel that as well. The man in front slapped me a couple times, shoved hard, and screamed as he came straight down my throat. "WHORE! FUCK! YOU'RE A FUCKING WHORE!". His whole body locked...legs, arms, chest..his face frozen in suspended scream until he finished giving me the last of his precious load. Without saying another word, both of them pulled out of me - having used my body like they wanted....and like *I* wanted - closed the doors to the cab and left me hanging by my wrists. I rolled over and sat up to take the tension off my wrists. Tony didn't show up to untie me for a six more hours, though I wasn't alone for long as apparently word had spread and I got used by over a dozen more men - not counting those first two. You may be asking, "Why didn't you just untie your leather straps or unhook yourself"" The answer is, I'm a fucking whore and this is what I want.

love tops that chain smoke while pounding me. Guys witj a raspy smokers voice turn me on almost as much as a poz load.

Nips either the captive bead rings as above.. or a "D" shackle. Also get a regular pa..and then progressively stretch it up to 8mm or 0G. You should also consider a Jacobs ladder along your cock and balls..

Today is the boyfriends birthday so I figured I would find him a bottom we could plow together. I lined it all up on Grindr when he was in the phone with his parents. We had a hot, toned jockstraped bottom over within minutes of hanging up the phone. The bottom wasted no time gettin down on his knees to get out cocks down his throat. After 10 minutes of slobbering all over our rock hard cocks he was on all fours with my man lubing up his cock with, and pushing in to a wam velvety hole. He need a nice big hit off the poppers and got into the fuck zone. With my cock down his throat we gave the slut a good spitroastjng. With his toned anal muscles working my boyfriends cock I could tell by the look on his face it would be seconds before the bottom get his first load. On cue, he had a vocal and satisfying orgasm. I wasted no time taking his place; balls deep inside of his hole. We both took another hot of the poppers and within a minute I was unloading inside of him; while he was coming hands free, soaking the pouch of his jockstrap. With all of our balls emptied he had his clothes back on and was out the door as quickly as he arrived.

This year is so different from last.. I went from hit and miss to taking regular loads from a hot daddy and sometimes his friends. Last Friday I he invited me over to skinny dip in his private yard. I got there and he had 4 buds he hangs out with we all sat around the pool and had some drinks .. as the night wore on one had left so it left me with the three of them. I didn’t think much of it since the others were a couple . My daddy went in the house with one of them and I sat outside and was chatting with the other when we started wondering what was taking so long. I joked that they were probably passed out from drinks.. after a while we went in to find my daddy bending over the one guy fucking him.. the other guy grabbed my hand and led me to the couch, I knew he was a top so I knew my place and crawled onto the couch with my ass up in the air. He mounted me, while I was watching my man fucking his boyfriend. He lubed me with his spit which always turns me on and began fucking me hard. My man laughed and said how they both agreed that they would share me from now on as he grunted a load into the other guy.. the guy I was with let go what seemed like forever stream of cum in my ass and held it in until he grew soft. When he was done his boyfriend took over licking the cum off his cock as my man got behind me for round two... through out the night we were used by the two of them..

Finally got bred by a dominant DWM guy who’s hits me up every few weeks when he’s in town to see his kids. He’s stocky and tatted, and He typically face fucks a load down my throat while whacking the side of my face calling me his cocksucker, etc. He has fucked me before but has insisted on condoms, and finished off in my mouth. This time started out the same with rough face fucking, then he turned around and had me rim him. His ass was clean but with a hot BO smell that made me crazy! He turned back for more sucking, reaching down to feel my prelubed ass (I was hoping, lol). He must have noticed the lube and condom on the table. He had me bend over while he slipped on the sabotaged rubber, then jammed his shirt fat cock in my ass. He ride me good, slapping my ass and grabbing my shoulders to push in harder. He pulled out a minute and the condom was sliding off. Might have ripped from my sabotaging it. I reached under, pointing his now bare cock back toward my hole. To my surprise, he went in bare and began pounding in earnest. Must have felt much better cuz soon he was grunting and holding his Cock deep in my ass. When he finally pulled out, I whipped around like Barishnokov and cleaned up his juice covered cock with my mouth. Then he was gone, and I fingered my dripping hole.

Part 3 When I climbed out of the pool I was all alone. There was a towel as beneath the towel I found an envelope with ‘Jock Boy’ written on it. I dried off and headed for the gate remembering that my clothes were flooded on the outside and with the sun coming to I might be visible in my naked form. I quickly opened the gate and grabbed my sweat pants quickly pulling them on before anyone might see me. I grabbed my shoes and shirt and went to my car. Once inside my car I looked I the envelope to find $500. Texted Steven to let him know I had finished and they I received another tip. He texted back instructing me, ‘come directly to my condo’. I drove over to Steven's place with a raging hard on from whatever that guy injected into my cock. The movement of my sweat pants accords my cock head drove me crazy as I worked my way through traffic to Steven’s condo. I parked in the open lot across the street and quickly made my way into the building. After riding the elevator while trying to hide my hard on I knocked on the door. Some naked twink answered the door and ushered me inside. Steven was also naked sitting on the couch blowing clouds. He had net taken a huge hit from the pipe as he waived me over. Steven grabbed the twink and gave him a shotgun as I joined him in the couch. The twink leaned over to me and I accepted a shotgun from him as he grabbed my noticeably hard cock through my sweats. The twink was horned up and craving cock. Steven finally spoke, “From what I hear, you’re first night went very well.” Steven then grabbed his huge, thick cock waving it as if he was telling me to sit my ass down on it, but it was directed at the twink who had a look that was somewhere between fear and excitement. The twink slowly climbed up and (with Steven’s directly) slid his ass down on his cock facing me. When he had the full length inside him Steven handed me a fully loaded rig. I knew exactly what he needed me to do as he applied the tourniquet to the twink’s arm and held him still while I administered (what I later learned was) his (first) slam. Like he did with me, Steven unloaded deep in the twink's hole as he coughed it hard. The twink's expression was similar to the one I saw in the video on my own face as he attempted to process everything was feeling. After Steven was done with his first load he popped up placing the twink on his hands and knees, then administered his own slam and resumed fucking the twink. I was close to the twink’s head when Steven told him, “Suck the jock boy's cock.” That totally surprised me as the twink leaned forward as I slid my sweats off. The twink was good as he took my hard bone down to the root. Steven looked at me and said, “I knew you’d need that after your let client.” The twink was good as he worked my cock with his tongue and throat. I was surprised at his expertise and stamina as he sucked my cock while Steven loaded his ass with his poz cum. It made me wonder if that kiss was as dumb as I was or was it the drugs, most likely the drugs. The thought of Steven knocking this kid up as he had done to me some how had me turned on that when I got close I made sure he was going to eat my load. I grabbed his head and held it firmly as I unloaded down his throat telling him, “That’s it bitch, swallow my spunk.” Steven smiled at me, winked and gave me a head signal letting me know that I should leave. I pulled my sweats up, got up from the couch and headed for the door. I drove home knowing if be crashing soon. I got home lucky my parents were at work as headed straight for bed.

Part 4 - POLLUTION Coach Foley could feel his dick stiffen to attention as his thoughts drifted back to Kelvin’s moaning and grunting as coach’s finger had milked the boy’s prostate and thick milky fluid had steadily flowed and dripped from the metal cage encasing his restrained and impotent prick. Coach knew that the whole thing had fucked with Kelvin. That was the whole point, right? He needed Kelvin to get so fucking turned around and unsure of himself that Coach Foley could just point him in the right direction and Kelvin, willingly, would give up his virgin ass and take load after load of Coach’s toxic spunk. He hadn’t been sleeping well lately, since he’d been off his meds for a while. The virus was again coursing through his veins and he could feel it once again taking control. The night sweats and random fevers were back and Coach was frequently needing to switch out pillows during the night or having to change shirts midday. It was a good sign and meant his viral load was surging and his loads were full of virus seeking to spread and convert another host. He reached down and shifted his hardon to the side, lowering the tent that had formed in his shorts. He could feel a wet and sticky slick of precum which had leaked through his shorts during his reminiscing. Now he would just have to wait and see if Kelvin showed this afternoon. There was always the chance that Kelvin would take a step back and call everything off – that was always part of the challenge. Kelvin had the right to say “no” to anything Coach could dream up, but once a “yes” passed his lips, he surrendered that right and Coach could use him as he saw fit. It was, of course, actually an illusion of choice that Coach Foley had sold Kelvin at the beginning of everything. Coach had stacked the deck by plying Kelvin with a few drugs and feeding his lust with sexual pleasure while at the same time, Coach Foley had firmly cemented his dominance and relegated Kelvin to the role of follower, his eyes full of eagerness to please Coach Foley. Coach Foley glanced at the clock – 1:00pm. In just a couple hours he’d find out if his conditioning had pushed Kelvin even closer to becoming the cum dump Foley was sure was in there. Once again shifting his cock and feeling again the familiar leak of pre-cum Coach got up to check out his supplies. Opening the fridge, Coach pulled out the container of amber liquid that Zack had so thoughtfully prepared for him while getting slammed and fucked in the sling. A smile passed his lips at the memory and he couldn’t help but appreciate that one of his previous successes was going to help Coach recruit another bottom whore. Zach had provided him with about a liter of slam piss which Coach had divided into two. About 1/3 of it he had left as it was. Coach had been dosing Kelvin with about a shot of the unconcentrated liquid at a time and he could tell his boy was feeling it – and the fact that Kelvin was now chugging the Gatorade before each workout was evidence, whether he knew it or not, that he was craving the high and reveling in the sexual intensity and loss of inhibition. The other portion of Zack’s offering, Coach had carefully evaporated more and more of the piss until the liquid was a dark amber color. Liquid gold, concentrated, and just enough to fill Kelvin’s lower guts nicely. Coach popped open the container and its pungent odor, a not so subtle sign of its potency, once again made Coach’s dick stiffened and throb in anticipation. Coach grabbed a small rubber water bottle, one that could be screwed on to one end of a douche hose, and carefully poured the Tina-slam fortified liquid into the bottle. Best to have everything ready to go so that there wouldn’t be time for second thoughts or reconsiderations. He carefully set the bottle and its payload in his office shower with the douche hose to let it get to at least room temperature. Just before Kelvin’s work out, he’d be sure to set it in some warm water so when it was flushed into Kelvin’s guts there would be little chance of causing cramping which would allow the liquid gold could do its work. Now all he needed was his soon-to-be bottom slut... At a few minutes after 3 o’clock Coach heard the gym door swing open and heard the familiar cadence he come to know over the last month. The boy was back! Coach smiled as his dick stiffened and jumped in his shorts. Evidently, it seems Kelvin enjoyed his prostate massage enough to at least come back. Coach rearranged his raging boner and turned to the office door. “Hey, Coach! Are we, um, still working out today?” asked Kelvin. “Why wouldn’t we?” Coach Foley responded matter-of-factly. “Now grab your Gatorade and get prepped for your workout. Today we’re going to see how far we can push you.” Kelvin headed to the locker room and Coach Foley headed to his shower to make sure the Amber Liquid was made nice and warm. Kelvin strained under the workout, sweat pouring from him matting his chest hair and sending rivulets down his abs soaking his already damp jock strap. Coach Foley seemed merciless with today’s workout. Kelvin was actually glad for it as he didn’t have much time to think about what had happened yesterday and what might happen today. Kelvin had been sure about coming back today, wasn’t sure about what might happen, but couldn’t bear to think what wouldn’t happen if he didn’t show. Fortunately, Coach was pushing his ass so hard, he hadn’t much time to think about what might happen next. All last night he had dreams of Coach Foley riding his ass and plowing load after load into him while Coach Foley whispered, “Mine” into Kelvin’s ear with each spurt of cum he released, bathing Kelvin’s insides. Each time, Kelvin woke still finding his dick locked in metal. It’d seemed forever since he had cum or since his cock had even strained against the cage. It was almost as if it were admitting defeat, especially after Coach’s finger had milked his prostate of fluid while completely flaccid. What good was a hardon when you couldn’t cum? His mind snapped quickly back to reality as Coach’s hand applied steady pressure to the weights already straining his muscles. “Push, boy! I wanna see another set of reps out of you before I take my hand off. You need to focus and stop jerking off here,” Coach Foley taunted. Kelvin focused on the weights and pushed out another set of reps despite the pain along his arms and chest. “Yeah, fuck Kelvin, that’s the way I want my boy to pump it out,” Coach growled. Kelvin couldn’t help the smile he gave at the words of praise and he felt like he could go another round of reps, but he wasn’t about to tell Coach that. With the weights secured above and behind his head he turned forward to find Coach Foley still straddling him, hardon raging in his shorts and a slick spot spreading out from the head. “Good job, Kelvin. Time for a little reward,” said coach as he slipped his cock from under his shorts and danced it in front of Kelvin’s mouth. Whether it was the high from the workout or just Kelvin’s latest horny thoughts, the whole length of Coach Foley’s dick disappeared into Kelvin hungry gullet in one smooth stroke resting comfortably in the depths of his throat. Kelvin quickly began working his muscles along the shaft and Kelvin could hear Coach’s moan of pleasure which just encouraged Kelvin to redouble his efforts. “Damn, I need to push you harder more often,” Coach sighed between strokes. “You really have gotten to be quite the cocksucker, boy. That throat work of yours is impressive.” Kelvin smiled inwardly at compliment and worked Coach’s cock like a dog with a bone. After a few minutes Coach Foley could feel his balls begin to tighten in anticipation. “This boy is fucking good. Nearly made me shoot my load before the main event,” he thought as he pulled out of Kelvin’s throat. Looking down he grabbed Kelvin’s chin turned it up to look him straight in the eyes. “Ready for your reward?” he asked. Kelvin gave him a stupid grin mixed with confusion. Getting Coach’s load had always been his reward and Coach Foley’s hinted at some change in the boundaries. “Follow me,” Coach ordered as he walked to his office. He didn’t even bother to look behind him because he knew Kelvin would be there. It was inevitable. In the office, Coach Foley threw Kelvin a towel and pointed to the shower. “Head on in there, Kelvin. There’s something you need to learn,” said Coach Foley. Kelvin obeyed but he could feel his nervousness rising as he stepped into the shower. “That hose there,” started Coach Foley, “it’s for cleaning things up. You’re a big boy so you know what I mean and after that bit of a mess yesterday I also know you understand why.” Kelvin reddened at his memory of the incident. “Don’t sweat it,” Coach soothed, “soon you’ll be a pro at cleaning out.” Coach Foley could see the nervous tension building in the boy and quickly added, “Of course just because you get cleaned out doesn’t mean anything is going to happen. I was just thinking how much you seemed to enjoy yesterday and should it happen again, you wouldn’t have to worry.” Coach flashed a disarming smile and Kelvin’s tension, while not completing resolving, visibly lessened. Coach spent the next few minutes explaining how to use the hose, adjusting the temperature, how long to leave it in place, and when to know everything was good. Coach could see Kelvin relax again when Coach said he would step out and let Kelvin get ready. Grabbing the rubber water bottle, Coach left Kelvin to some private time to try things out. Besides, Coach Foley had to set a few things up. As he left the office, Coach grabbed the rubber water bottle full of amber liquid and smiled. Liquid Slut might be a good name for the concoction if everything went as planned. He also grabbed a bag and bottle of poppers from the fridge and headed out into the gym area. He checked the table vault and it was still set up from yesterday. He placed the poppers at one end and moved to the other end and set up the douche, attaching the Liquid Slut to the top of the frame on a nearby weight machine. He reached into the bag and pulled out the length of hose. Grabbing one end he screwed it onto the suspended water bottle in the fitting below the stopcock. He grabbed the other end and rummaged inside the bag for a minute until he found just what he was looking for. He pulled out a small metal butt plug with a hole running down its center and a place in the base to screw in the end of the hose. Once inserted, a nice flow of Liquid Slut would pass through the plug to fill Kelvin’s (nearly) virginal ass with the first, of hopefully many, life changing payloads. The plug had its own small stopcock on it so once the juice had infiltrated its way deep into Kelvin’s guts, Coach could shut it off and get rid of the hose. Smiling at the set-up he carried the bag to the other end where he had set the poppers. He pulled out a modified plastic oxygen mask, one he had snagged from a first aid kit, and reviewed his handiwork. At the end where the oxygen tube would normally attach, he had added a small piece of plastic and a flexible rubber tube. The tube stretched and fit over the top of the bottle of poppers rather nicely. No need for Kelvin to try and hold a bottle during his first fucking. The holes in the mask would keep him from passing out, but he’d still be getting a good hit of poppers with each breath he took. As he was attaching the poppers, Kelvin came into the room. He had a dumb smile on his face until he saw the setup around the table vault. Coach could see his eyes widen and the smile falter a bit. Kelvin had followed Coach Foley’s on how to use the shower douche and once he relaxed a bit, it ended up being pretty simple. At first it was a strange feeling and a bit gross to see everything coming out, but within a few minutes all the water that he was pushing out was clear of debris. He grabbed his towel and dried off, putting his sweaty jock on again before heading out to the gym. Coach was busy at the table vault they had used yesterday and Kelvin smiled at the memory of Coach’s fingers rolling across his prostate and could swear he felt a bit of precum leak out onto his jock. Then Kelvin caught site of what looked like an 8-foot hose attached to one of those rubber hot water bottles and his smiled waned. Not wanting to seem like he was scared, Kelvin continued walking steadily toward Coach even as his eyes would furtively glance at the jury-rigged douche set. “How’d it go, Kelvin?” asked coach. “Is that butt of yours all nice and clean?” Kelvin’s only response was a deep flushing of his face and a small nod. “Good. Climb up on here like the other day. We need to finish your clean-out.” Coach Foley could see his confusion and quickly added, “Oh, yeah, that first part was just to get you rinsed you out. Now that you’re cleared out, this magic liquid will make sure everything is nice and clean. Kind of like Liquid Plumber for your ass. It’s Coach’s own little recipe and it’ll leave you nice and clean,” Coach laughed. Kelvin relaxed a bit and moved over to the vault to position himself like he did yesterday. “So, just remember, you’re in control here,” Coach lied. “You want to stop just give me the thumbs down sign and we’ll stop before we get started. Once there’s a green flag though and you agree to continue, we’re both committed.” Coach reached out and swatted at Kelvin’s caged cock, “Remember, just like this, you’ll be committed.” Coach looked him straight in the eyes and Kelvin stared back and eventually slowly nodded. “Cool. I’ve got it,” Kelvin responded and moved to place himself on the vault, head at one end and ass at the other. His heart was jumping and he was feeling a little nauseous but he lowered himself into position. Coach went and grabbed the hose and moved toward Kelvin’s ass. “Ok, so some things to know, about what to expect,” he started. “One, you may notice a bit of warming or burning at first. Don’t freak out it’s normal. Two, once the liquid’s all inside, I’ll disconnect the tubing. It’ll need to stay inside you for at least 10 minutes to make sure it works properly. Three, I know it might be hard to keep it in that long so the end that goes in your ass will be attached to a small plug that will help you keep it in, so try and relax when this puppy slides into you. You can always pretend it’s just a couple of my fingers and you should do fine. Four, I expect that as we wait for it to work its magic, that you’ll give me a Class A blow job. Any questions?” Kelvin took a deep breath and shook his head. Coach looked at him earnestly, “Not good enough, this time around. I need you to tell me you understand.” “I’ve got it Coach. Relax. Some burning. Keep inside. Suck cock,” Kelvin said as casually as he could despite his rapidly pounding pulse. Coach smiled and reached for the plug and some lube. Carefully, Coach rested the cool metal tip of the plug against his hole and told him, “Push out a bit.” Kelvin could feel the buildup in pressure and a moment of panic as he pushed against the plug which seemed huge. Before he could panic any further, he felt his ass give way and felt the plug slide in smoothly and settle into place snugly in his ass. It was a weird sensation. The plug had widened at first but once past that place it tapered off quickly allowing his hole to close, locking the plug in place. Coach heard Kelvin’s sigh as the plug landed inside his virgin hole and smiled. “Ok, so I’m opening up the tube here, you should feel the liquid almost immediately since I primed it to make sure too much air didn’t get pushed in,” Coach explained. Kelvin felt Coach’s had moving the plug in his ass and then suddenly the liquid was there and he could feel it filling his ass. “Keep relaxed boy, we want to make sure it gets good and deep so it works really well.” Coach watched the fluid in the tube race out into Kelvin’s ass. After the initial rush, it’d be a minute or two for the rest of the Liquid Slut to work deeper and leave the water bottle and tube empty of fluid. “How you doing, Kelvin?” After the initial flood of fluid filled his insides, Kelvin noticed that he could feel small amounts of the liquid slowly moving deeper into his gut. The warming had started almost immediately and was building in intensity but still easily bearable. Within a minute or two, Coach was once again moving the plug and Kelvin heard the hose being disconnected. “Get sucking, cock whore!” sneered Coach he moved around to Kelvin’s face. Kelvin quickly swallowed the cock and started working it down his throat. Coach smiled as Kelvin began to work his throat on Coach’s fuck stick eagerly working his muscles along the shaft. After a few minutes Kelvin’s sucking became more energetic and he could feel Kelvin both speeding up and also trying to swallow Coach’s dick even farther. After about 5 minutes, Coach knew it was time to check things out. “Look up here at me. I want to see in your eyes how badly you want Coach’s load today,” Coach ordered. Kelvin looked up to see Coach with a shit-eating grin staring down at him. Coach used his hand to help hold Kelvin’s head up so he could look into his eyes. Kelvin’s eyes had a wild look too them and Coach could tell the Slut Juice has started to take hold. Rivulets of sweat were sliding down Kelvin’s forehead leaving patches of wet slickness. Coach looked across Kelvin’s back torso and saw similar pools of glistening sweat forming along his back, especially in the dip just above Kelvin’s ass crack. He reached over and applied steady pressure to Kelvin’s ass with his hand causing Kelvin to lower his hind quarters and allowing the small pool of sweat to trickle down his ass crack and around the plug which was still firmly in place. “Break time’s over, boy. Time to get that load out of Coach...if you can.” Kelvin’s mouth quickly enveloped Coach’s shaft and once again it was buried deep in his gullet and Coach could feel Kelvin’s muscles working frantically on his shaft like a man dying of thirst trying to suck life out of spigot. Over the next few minutes Kelvin’s sucking once again changed, becoming less hectic and forceful and more rhythmic and intentional. His throat muscles had noticeably relaxed and Coach’s hardened shaft had sunk deeper than it ever had before. Kelvin’s throat muscles were steady and strong as they worked the cock lodged in his throat with waves of pleasure. Coach nearly lost it once or twice but the thought of what could come next helped him hold off on his load, although he was sure that the steady stream of pre-cum was helping Kelvin to move so seductively over his cock. Kelvin’s body continued to glisten as sweat covered him. Although Kelvin had become less frenetic in his sucking, his body had continued to absorb the payload of chem piss still Once again, after another five minutes, Coach reached down and pulled Kelvin away from his focus, earning a disappointed sigh from his sex toy. “Let’s see those baby blues of yours, Kelvin. Coach needs to see that you’re still eager for my load.” Coach smiled as he saw Kelvin’s pupils, blown as wide as saucers, and knew the Slut Juice was swimming inside him and taking over, tweaking his pleasure centers and forever linking the chem piss high with deep sexual pleasure and servicing the Coach. Coach pushed Kelvin’s head back down and immediately Kelvin swallowed down every last inch and continued his pleasurable assault on the hardened shaft, with pleasure-filled groans as he continued his mission. “Almost there, buddy. Just a few more minutes and we’ll get you taken care of,” smiled Coach. Kelvin’s sucking continued to deepen and steady over the new few minutes. His throat was on autopilot and working its best to coax a load from Coach’s balls. Coach smiled as he watched the sweat continue to build along the furry crack of Kelvin’s ass and trickle down past his sweet plugged up hole. Coach could feel his dick stiffen as he first noticed that Kelvin’s ass had started squeezing the plug, pulling it in tighter. At first the movement seemed tentative, almost as if Kelvin was unsure of what he was feeling, but slowly the squeezing became steadier and more insistent. Each pulse was longer and stronger than the previous one. The bitch’s ass was in heat! Coach reached over and rubbed it gently feeling the heat and feeling confident that soon he’d be marking his territory and claiming a new prize. Kelvin had been working on Coach’s shaft for almost 15 minutes. It’d never taken him this long to get a load out of Coach before. While partly confused he was also sucking deeper and stronger than ever before. His whole body as gotten steadily warmer with sweat beginning to form small rivulets all along his torso. He could feel the dampness slide by the plug in his ass and it seemed like all his senses were on fire. His whole being was focused on the shaft in throat and the steady working of his muscles. Nothing became more important than getting that load. As his ass continued to slicken, he noted the plug felt as if it may be starting to slip. In a panic he tightened his muscles and pulled the plug back into him and was rewarded with a rush of pleasure as the fullness of the plug once again slide into his ass. Momentarily distracted from sucking by the previous wave of pleasure, Kelvin once again flexed his ass and once again the plug slid deeper into his ass sending signals which rewarded him with another dose of chemical pleasure. Hesitantly, at first, Kelvin began working the muscles of his ass. Coach Foley smiled as he watched Kelvin’s ass start to flex and pull the plug in deeper. At first the flexing was awkward and disjointed as Kelvin’s ass was teaching his brain what to do. After a few minutes, however, his ass was steadily working the plug as his ass muscles and his throat began to work in tandem. Coach let him go another couple of minutes until the thought of Kelvin’s flexing ass and his throat work brought Coach to the edge. Pulling Kelvin smoothly from his shaft he raised Kelvin’s head. “Look at me boy,” he ordered. Kelvin’s eyes slowly focused on Coach’s face. Coach grinned to see Kelvin’s pupils still the size of small moons looking up at him. This time, though, Coach could see that familiar glassy look and that far away, unfocused look that meant the Slut Juice had done its work. Those eyes were the eyes of a boy about to offer his Coach anything he wanted or commanded. “Looks like everything’s worked nicely, and you should be nice and clean by now. Let’s get you to the shower and have you finish cleaning up. You still have a job to finish since Coach hasn’t cum yet.” Kelvin stood slowly and walked toward the showers, still flexing, almost unconsciously, the plug which continued to steadily move in and out of Kelvin’s ass with each clamping and release of his ass muscles. Watching Kelvin’s ass working the plug, Coach’s balls began to ache and pull up as his dick stiffened at the knowledge that Kelvin would soon be begging for the shaft to be buried deep inside him. And with that new found pleasure would come another gift, from the depth of Coach’s balls load after toxic load would be injected into Kelvin, assaulting his virgin walls with legions of malefic DNA eager to transform its target. An insidious insemination resulting, hopefully, in impregnating Kelvin with Coach’s virus forever and completing the bond between Sire and Sired, Coach and Boy.

Chapter 3 The next few hours began to fly by. Steve taught me the basics of pint pulling making comments about how good I must be at giving head considering how much I seemed to enjoy giving a pint one; but after a few terrible attempts I began to get better. Steve seems to use it as an excuse to get his body nice and close to mine, pressing into me from behind as his hand would grip mine over the faucet and control the flow and motion. I knew this was a gay bar and everyone was a horny fucker, but I was surely imagining my new Boss seemingly grinding his hardening cock against my arse. Steve kept on pouring us drinks, explaining it was part of the perks of working the bar. I tried to turn down the first time, but he insisted, saying that as long as I didn't get drunk on shift it would be fine. I tried to convince him that I was quite a light weight, but he just laughed and said he would keep an eye on me, but after the third vodka and redbull I was feeling a lot more happier with being practically naked, and didn't seem to care as much that I was getting felt up more and more whenever I was clearing glasses. At one point, whilst bending over to wipe clean one of the tables, the same old man from earlier spread my butt and gave my hole a lick to the cheer of the crowd. Steve barked at him telling him to watch himself and that this was my first shift, but I smiled it off and laughed, although I did quickly return to the safety behind the bar. Steve lifted his arm and encouraged me under in a mocking, yet somehow fatherly way, so I jokingly snuggled into his chest finding his wet sweaty aroma deeply comforting. Before long Steve was ringing the bells and calling last orders and for the next 20 minutes I thanked the various punters for a good night and encouraged them out. I got a few pecks on the cheek and the odd butt squeeze, but they were all well behaved really and just seemed to be enjoying their night. And, given the mood I was in, I certainly had no reason to be a downer. In truth, I'd had a great time. Steve went and shut the front door and turned down the lights, pulled out a bottle of tequila and lined up a row of shots with lemon and salt and encouraged me over to take a bar stool and sit. “So tell me boy, how did you find your first night?” “I can honestly say it isn't exactly what I expected, but still I had a lot of fun. Everyone seems really nice and it seems like you have a great place here,” I answered, feeling rather drunk. In any event, I was definitely not trying to impress my new Boss. I really did like the place. “Well, tonight was pretty tame as its mid-week. You'll see that the weekends can be a little more wet and wild, but I'm sure you'll fit in nicely,” Steve responded as he poured salt over his hand, licked the salt, and then knocked back a shot of tequila and sucked a lemon wedge. “Fuck that stuffs good,” he exhaled. “Your turn." I laughed and repeated the process. In my semi-drunken state, however, I couldn't get the salt to stay on my hand. Steve watched and laughed saying “Here,” as he took my hand in his palm nd took a big long lick across it. I giggled as I watched him, and he stared intently into my eyes as he took the salt and poured it across the wet hand. “Lick the salt, boy, and take a shot.” I nodded and licked my palm, tasting salt and the taste of nicotine and ash from the numerous cigs he'd had smoked that night. I knocked back the shot and stuck my tongue out gasping, when Steve grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my head close, forcing the lemon between my lips and squeezing. "That's good, my boy." “So tell me then boy, did you like Ron feeling you up earlier. Your dick was hard so i'm guessing you like the older guys, eh?” Steve asked as he pulled his wife beater over his head, revealing his bushy pits, his impressive hairy chest, and his twin, huge meaty nipples. The heat of the alcohol was getting to be a bit and I felt a bit off guard, but I mumbled back It was different. I wouldn't say he's my type ha, but I like it when men just go for it. I wish I could be so confident and just take what I want." Steve chuckled as he took my hand licked it and lined up another shot of salt. He licked it up took a shot and grabbed a lemon wedge sucking it dry. “Well people like Ron are confident cause they are real men, whereas you are a boy. A little bottom bitch, I reckon." I blushed, this felt a little like a dig. I began to felt exposed and self conscious, but Steve saw this and quickly reacted. “No, no, don't get me wrong boy, That's by no means a bad thing. See, there are Alphas in this world who take, and then there are the boys who get taken. That's their role. They are naturally submissive, and take order, its in their nature." Steve put an arm round me and held me close reassuring me, licked his hand and salted it. “Lick,” he commanded. I complied, whereupon Steve took the tequila shot, held it to my throat and knocked it back. He held the lemon in front of my mouth asking “What do you say? Please?” I responded. He chuckled and pressed it into my mouth and squeezed the juice down. The drink was now really taking effect, but what he was saying seemed to be making sense. I thought I was a man now I'd turned 18, but maybe I was just a boy. Steve picked me up and lifted me into his lap, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled my body into his big hairy belly and chest. “Don't you worry lad, you're a good boy and I've got you. I'll make sure you get what you need, eh." His hands freely caressed my smooth abs and occasionally tweaked my nipples. I was slowly groaning and grinding my body against his, feeling the comfort of his hairy body against mine. His hands worked down and found my rock solid cock. Again he chuckled, whispering "Looks like the boy really loves his Daddy, doesn't he?" I groaned by way of a response. “Stand up, boy,” Steve whispered. I did so and Steve rose with me. He took my hands and placed them on the edge of the Bar, and pulled down my jockstrap so I was now standing in just the trainers I had worked in with white socks in a pub that I had just worked a trial shift in. It didn't seem right, but then Steve was just so hypnotic. His big hands worked up and down my legs spreading them further and he encouraged me to bend forward. I could feel my cheeks parting and my hole opening up “Fuck now look at my boy's hole. That makes a Daddy proud." Kneeling, Steve pressed his big bearded face press between my cheeks, lappiing at my hole. I knew I was tight - not since, sseveral months earlier my old partner and I had split-up, but I could feel my hole loosen and spread with every lick as Steve pushed in deeper and deeper. I could feel him working his spit into me and it felt like my hole was trying to suck his tongue in deeper. Steve rose and I heard the shuffle of his jock being discarded. I knew what was coming, I wanted it. IT was wrong, but right now who cared. I wanted his Daddy dick. No I wanted MY Daddy's dick. I felt this monster thick slab rest against my cheeks and Steve wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. “I think my boy needs this, doesn't he?" “Ye, Daddy.” “Boy wants his Daddy in him." “Yes Daddy." Steve positioned his cock head against my hole. 'God this is gonna hurt', I thought, as Steve murmured “You want Daddy's babies in your ass. Tell me that's what you want, boy." “I do Daddy please, I want your babies in me”, I pushed back and then gasped at the shock of pain as the head began to force my hole open. I tried to pull forward but Steve held tight. “Ssssssh ssssssh sssssssh” he said with comfort as he held me in position. “I'm going to push in slowly, and your're going to push out as I do so. Let's do this together champ, on the count of three." It was agony but inch by inch Steve slowly worked his thick nine inches deep inside my arse. He never removed his shaft, but did pause now and then to afford me time to adjust and rest. Still, after a few minutes I was impaled balls-deep and his big hairy chest and belly were pressing me against the bar counter. I was a sweaty mess from the tension and alcohol, panting away as Steve began to slowly withdraw and push back in. Slowly but surely building up the tempo. I moaned and groaned as the pain became a dark pleasure, as I thrust back against him harder and harder. The slapping flesh sounds being replaced by guttural moans and groan. “That's it you dirty little pig boy, tell me how much you want my cock,” shouted Steve. “Fuck Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck your son!” “Daddy's going to knock you up, give his dirty boy some dirty babies! You want that boy? Tell me you want me dirty babies.” “Fuck yes Daddy! Fuck! Shoot those dirty babies in me, Make me pregnant. I'm your dirty boy!” Steve picked me up and slammed me onto a nearby table so I was waist height he began pile driving my arse slam fucking me against across the table, making me delirious. I kept crying out between sobs “I want your dirty babies, daddy,” until Steve bellowed and pulled me back so hard it felt like he was tearing my arse open as I could his cock pulse inside me shooting load after load deep into my guts. He semi-collapsed onto top me, raining down sweat across my body and leaving me soaked underneath. We both started laughing as he slowly pulled out and a little gush of cum trickled out. “Whoops let's keep those where they can do the job,” he said as he scooped it up and pushed his finger back in side my fucked hole. He walked out the back as I stumbled to my feet. My cock was still rock hard despite the pummeling my prostate had just had. Steve came back and threw my jeans and t-shirt at me, saying “You're going to be perfect for this place, I can tell. So, the next shift I want you for will be this Friday night. It's a little later and a lot raunchier, but from what I just saw I think you'll love it.” I smiled back feeling a little confused as I didn't just do that sort of thing with anyone, but maybe he just meant I was obviously sexually open. I was clearly overthinking it. “Anyway” said Steve, “this is for you. Good work, tonight,” handing me £150. “This is crazy. I can't possibly earn this much for a night's work,” I said confused. "Don't you worry. You did great with the punters, and besides you were worth every penny,” Steve replied with a genuine smile. Thanking Steve, I dressed and walked out the door. The walk back to the Uni rooms was fairly long, and the entire trip back I strove to keep my hole clenched tightly shut so I didn't wet my jeans with Steve's load. Little did I realize that, as I walked home, Steve was creating his own little movie from the pub CCTV footage.

As an insecure, visible minority gay guy, I often relied on other people's approval or wild sexual satisfaction to define my self-worth. When the diagnosis hit me, I immediately had depressive symptoms. I also lost my mind a bit. I was convinced I would remain an outcast for the rest of life. My paranoia even got me banned from this place for a couple days. Things got 100% better when I started medication and became undetectable. Lots of therapy. Some support on this site as well. HIV doesn't have to be a lonely experience if you have the humble courage to seek help and connect with other poz guys.

Part 2 I clenched my ass tight as I walked back to my place, trying to keep SIR’s cum inside of me. I had just taken five POZ loads in my ass, and what concerned me was the fact that I didn’t care. In face, I was still horny despite having cum twice myself. I thought about what SIR had said to me just before I left, “Now remember boy, I don’t care who fucks you, or how many loads you take, just know that your hole belongs to me. So that means that when I tell you to get your cunt on my cock, you come to where ever I am, when I want.” Readily I had agreed and had left his apartment with my cock slowly stiffening again. By the time I got home I knew I needed to get fucked again, not even wanting to go back upstairs yet, I texted SIR. I know you said you didn’t care who I got fucked by SIR, but are you sure it’s alright? His response came swiftly: Take all the cock you need just remember who your cunt belongs to. Yes SIR. You have anyone in mind to breed your spunked up hole? No SIR, not yet. I just started looking at SCRUFF. Fuck that. Text my friend, he’ll knock you up good. Tell him that SIR sent you. He sent me the contact for “Big Mike” and I wasted no time in messaging him. I sat on my stoop, hole clenched tight, for a very long minute waiting for a response. So, SIR’s got a new boy, fun. You got a hole full of his POZ spunk kid? Yes. I responded. Good, I love fucking a sloppy cunt. Come over. He included his address, about twenty minutes walk across town from where I was. Without hesitation I stood up and started walking. A thought struck me as I crossed the street pressing into the throng of people swarming around Time Square: here I was, on my way to a man’s apartment, who I had never seen, and who was more then likely preparing to dump another POZ load in my ass. My cock twitched, I had my answer. If SIR had sent me to him I was certain that was good enough. I crossed town as quickly as I could and soon found myself in front of a stone fronted luxury apartment building. I blushed slightly at the thought of having to go through the very clean modern looking lobby to get to the elevators at the far side. Steeling my nerve, and hoping that I didn’t smell too much like sweat and cum, I had yet to shower, pushed through the revolving door. I had just made it to the elevator when a low cough drew me up short. I turned my head making eye contact with the doorman who I had been carefully avoiding. “Where are you heading?” he asked in a deep voice. He was younger then most doormen, with a dark completion and bright green eyes he was actually rather attractive. I told him the apartment I was heading to and he gave me a long appraising look before smiling to himself and nodding. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, as if the doorman knew exactly why I was there, I hurried off to the elevators. I stood outside of the apartment staring at the metal door for a moment before, feeling my hole twitch, and becoming aware of the small trickle of cum that had escaped my ass, I raised my hand and knocked. The door opened quickly, but not by the sort of man I had expected. A boy not much older then twenty or so stood before me dressed in only a jock. He had short-cropped blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a strong handsome face. He had the look of a twink who was quickly transitioning to jock. Between his well toned pecs a small growth of blond chest hair sprouted, almost but not quite connecting to the dense and slightly darker treasure trail that led into the waistband of his jock. He smiled at me, and I noticed that his mouth and cheeks were shiny with what I could really only guess to be spit. Gesturing, he stepped back to let me into the apartment. As the door closed behind me he said, “Take your clothes off here.” Dutifully I stripped off, leaving my clothes in a heap by the door. My cock was hard as it had ever been in my life and I gave the boy a wry smile. Winking at me, he said, “You have to earn clothes here, although looking at that sweet ass I’m guessing you’ll never be granted more then a jock.” He turned to lead me down the hallway and added, “I’m Greg, by the way,” as a bit of an after thought. “Aaron,” I replied. “Nice to meet you, I’m guessing we’ll be seeing a lot of each other if SIR keeps you. I’m Mac’s fucktoy, that’s what he calls me. SIR always sends his boys to Mac when they are ready to start taking other cocks. Mac then uses them and tells SIR if he thinks they’re worth keeping around.” He turned to face me, “When did SIR start fucking you?” “About ten hours ago,” I said a little sheepishly. “Seriously, you took your first load from SIR this morning?” “Yeah, um, last night I guess,” it seemed odd to be saying out loud what had happened to me, “he drugged me and I agreed to let a bunch of guys breed me, and then he sent me a video of it and told me to call him when I was ready for more. I, well...” I knew this must sound so wrong, but I had loved it, “I just called him right then and went over to his place and he fucked me. After he came he told me he was POZ, which freaked me out for a minute, but it felt so good that all I could think about was getting him to fuck me again,” the words were poring out of me in a word vomit confession, “and so I took four more loads from him. While I was walking home I texted him saying I wanted more cock and he directed me here.” “Jesus, you came around faster then I did. It took a week of daily breedings from Mac before he sent me to SIR. So you’ve got at least five loads in you hole right now?” “Yeah, if there’s any left from last night.” “Turn around, and bend over, I wanna see really fast.” I did as he asked and turned around, grabbing my cheeks as I bent over to really show off my hole. “Fuck, he ran a finger over my hole, Mac’s gonna love that. Come on we’ve kept him waiting long enough.” The hallway into the apartment proper was a rather long one, Greg led me all the way to the end when on the right hand side was a large open arch that opened onto a spacious loft. The left hand side was entirely composed of windows that looked out over the city, Freedom tower glinting in the distance. Facing the windows sitting on a gray, square armed, modern looking sofa was what could only be a younger version of SIR. At probably 35, the man who I correctly guessed to be Mac, had a dark brown beard, a neatly combed haircut, broad shoulders, powerful chest, and was covered in dark brown hair. My eyes only lingered on these features for a moment before falling to the thick veined cock he was fisting. My mouth started to water an my hole clenched several times just at the sight of it. “Well, don’t just stand there cunt, come and get on your knees.” He said gruffly, I rushed forward and fell to my knees between his wide spread legs. His hands landed on the back of my head and pushed me down so that I had no choice but to take his fat cock down my throat. “My fucktoy’s been keeping me hard for you. I’m gonna fill you up with a few more POZ loads before I send you on to your next stop. Now that you’ve shown SIR you’re a horny cumdump he’s planned a full night of load taking for you. Hope your cunt is up to it. SIR seems to think so, and he’s rarely wrong.” My hole twitched at his words and I slurped his cock down with even more gusto. I pressed myself forward, willing more and more of his cock down my throat. Quickly his shaft grew slick with throat juice as I slobbered up and down its considerable length. A blowjob; however, was clearly not Mac’s main focus. After what was no more then five minutes he pulled me off of his dick and said in a gruff breathy voice, “Sit on it.” I leapt to my feet and clambered up onto the couch so I was squatting over his lap facing him. With one hand on the back of the couch to steady myself I used the other to aim his cock at my desperate hole, and with no lube other then my spit and the cum that was still inside of me, I sat down on his cock slowly. His cock was thicker then SIR’s but not as long. I groaned as his unusually broad, blunt cock head stretched my sphincter wide. His cock felt as thought it increased in girth down its entire length so that by the time I felt my ass cheeks come to rest on Mac’s hairy thighs I was shaking a reveling in being stretched further then I had ever thought possible before. Mac gave me a few moments to get used to his thick cock before, his hands under my ass, he lifted me, and then slowly lowered me back down onto his cock. He did this several times, each time lifting me a little bit higher. I started to lift myself up, dropping down hard on his cock, feeling his head punching against my guts. My hole was twitching around his cock, and my breath came in short gasps each time he pulled out. After what seemed like a blissful eternity, Mac pushed me down, hard, on his cock, his head pressing against my second sphincter and making me cry out. I could feel my inner hole giving way, and as it did Mac flipped us over so that now I was laying on my back on the couch, my legs wrapped around him. Mac used the added leverage of our new position to force his cock past my second hole. I cried out in pleasure and pain, but had no time to get used to what had just happened as Mac now began to pound me so hard that my entire body shook with the force of it. “God,” he grunted, “SIR was right, your cunt is made for cock.” Mac didn’t slow down or lessen his assault on my hole for what I can only assume was fifteen minutes. I could tell that my hole would be bruised but I also knew somewhere in the back of my mind that I didn’t care and it wouldn’t stop me from taking Mac’s cock more. Sweat poured off of his and splattered against my shaking body. I cried out, moaning and grunting with every thrust. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if there were neighbors close by who could hear Mac destroying my hole. “You ready for your first load from me boy?” Mac asked after what had to be a full quarter of an hour of unrelenting pounding. “You ready for your next dose of POZ cum?” ‘Yes,” I yelled, “breed me! Fill me up! POZ my cunt!” His only response was a wicked smile and slamming into my ass a few times even harder then before, punching through my second sphincter each time. Then I knew he was coming, he growled and shoved his dick as deep as he could. Almost his entire load went past my inner ring, and I reveled in it. He did not pull out but instead, began to fuck me very slowly. “With a cunt a nice as yours ill probably be able to get out six loads before I go soft. You ready for that boy?” “Yes, my hole is yours.” “Good answer.”

Bobby had been chatting with Steven off and on for a few weeks. Bobby was instantly drawn to Steven the first time he saw him on Grindr. And he was disappointed when Steven revealed he had HIV not too long after their first chat. Still, Bobby found himself drawn to Steven. Bobby was rather particular when it came to guys; and Steven matched every one of his preferences: tall, lean, white, smooth and under 30. Bobby wanted to be with him so bad, but couldn't bring himself to say it. The fear of HIV was just too much to face. Steven didn't need to do very much persuading, though - at least to keep Bobby talking to him. All it took was for Steven to send Bobby one picture of his thick tool for Bobby to stay interested. Over a few days, the conversations turned increasingly more sexual and suggestive. Bobby would send messages along the lines of "if you didn't have HIV, I'd like you fuck me every night. " Steven had heard those types of things before, but wasn't distressed when Bobby said it. He saw an opening unfolding. Bobby finally got the nerve to invite Steven over to hang out and "Maybe jerk each other off" if they decided they liked each other in real life. From the moment Steven walked into Bobby's apartment, Bobby could barely think straight. Steven was clever enough to wear basketball shorts and a wife beater which showed his body off amazingly well; he also had calculated it would be best to go commando; and the outline of his thick cock was very evident, even as he was soft and clothed. It was hard for Bobby to not stare at Steven; and Bobby felt himself getting hard just at seeing the hints of what Steven was packing. Bobby was still distracted and nervous about the possibility of doing anything with a poz guy. He figured a strong drink or two would help calm the nerves. After the second stiff drink kicked in, Bobby was feeling less timid. "So, lemme see that big dick of yours" Bobby finally requested. Steven stood up from the couch next to Bobby, faced him, and then slowly pulled down his shorts. A semi-hard cock began to appear as Steven pulled them down. And then Steven pulled his shorts past the top of his cock and it spring up slightly, still not fully hard. Bryan just stared and admired it, while his own cock stiffened in his jeans. "I think it's safe to say we like each other, so go ahead and jerk it," Steven prompted Bobby. Bobby tried not to seem too eager as he grabbed the dick dangling in front of him. Steven wasn't the longest dick Bryan had seen, but he sure was the thickest. It reminded Bobby of a slinky for a moment. Bobby tugged on it gently. "Yeah, stroke that cock like you want it," Steven urged him on. Bobby continued to slowly pull on the hardening cock as it thickened in his hand. "I won't tell anyone if you put it in your mouth. It's safe," Steven invited. Bobby stroked it a few more times as he considered it. He was nervous about putting this dick in his mouth, but was so desperately wanting to inhale as much of it as he could. A few moments later, and Bobby was struggling to wrap his mouth around Steven's thick shaft and make his way part-way down the wide girth stretching his mouth. "Oh yeah, suck on that dick," Steven whispered, "choke on my cock. Go all the way down." Bobby did as instructed, trying to put the thought of HIV out of his head. The involuntary choke that occurred as he tried to go all the way down distracted him from his worrying. He now felt challenged by this big cock and determined to deep-throat it entirely. "Fuck yeah, keep sucking on that dick," Steven said as he reached around and grabbed the back of Bobby's head to quicken the pace with assertive pulls on the head. "Mmmm..." Bobby moaned, his mouth had never been more stuffed with dick before; and he was rock-hard as he savored the meat in his mouth. Just a few minutes later, Bobby found himself on his bed still enjoying the big dick in his mouth while Steven laid back. Steven had a proposition for Bobby. "Hey, I have an idea," he said as Bobby slobbered on his cock. "I know you're afraid to get fucked .. but how about I just put my dick into you gently, and let it stay there without any fucking. Just so you can feel it inside you." Bobby stopped his work for the moment, turned to Steven and responded "Uh, I don't know. It sounds risky." "It's pretty low risk. I'm on meds and all. Besides, I won't be fucking you. I'll just slowly put it in and hold still while you jerk off and pretend I'm fucking you." Bobby was inwardly excited by the proposal, thinking to himself How risky could it be? It would only be a little penetration. A few moments later, Bobby's heart was racing as Steven made his way in between his spread legs, and positioned his spit-covered cock in line with Bobby's smooth hole. Steven licked his fingers and applied more spit to Bobby's pink pleasure spot. "Here it comes." Steven said as he slowly pressed his tip against the hole with assertive, but gentle pressure. Bobby's heart was pounding incredibly hard. "I should stop," he said to himself, but he couldn't bring himself to say the words. He was more turned-on than he was scared. The feeling of the tip of the thick cock making its way inside him was too enticing to stop. Steven pulled out a tad, and pressed in a bit more, picking up more spit to help lube the path inside. Bobby bit his lip and found himself closing his eyes, not his usual practice during sex, but he couldn't bring himself to watch a poz cock enter his ass. Somehow, closing his eyes made the reality less real. "That's it - how's it feeling?" Steven asked. Bobby forced himself to take a few long breaths. The thick tip stretched his hole and burned, but Bobby knew that the burn wouldn't last long. A few minutes later of of very slow gentle pressure, and Steven was half-way into Bobby's ass. The anxiety building in Bobby was being slowly washed away by the pleasure of his hole being filled. "Do you like it there?" Steven asked. "Mmm .. yeah .. that feels great," Bobby answered, his eyes still clenched closed. Steven held the cock in place for nearly a minute while Bobby jerked on his now rock-hard cock. Steven reasoned now was a good time to make his next move, "I'm getting a cramp, I'm just gonna re-position a bit" and with that Steven swayed his upper body a little, and pushed another inch deeper into Bobby's wanting hole. "Oh fuck!" Bobby blurted as he felt the cock invading further. He opened his eyes for a moment, only to quickly shut them again so as to not 'see' what was unfolding. "Sorry, you okay?" Steven answered. "Yeah, damn, that feels amazing. Right there." Steven held it in place as Bobby stroked more. "Oh fuck, that feels amazing," Bobby revealed as he stroked his thin smooth cock furiously. "I need to readjust again, sorry .. cramp again," Steven said, using the same lie to to take advantage of the tight hot hole further. Bobby was too horned up by this point to be concerned, and gasped as he felt the cock slide in further. He almost didn't realize that Steven pulled his cock out a bit and slid it back in a couple of times. The pleasure was overwhelming him. Steven held still again and asked, "So, what position do you like better? The first one or the this one?" Bobby stopped moaning for a moment, "I dunno .. they are both amazing." Steven slid his cock back a little and said, "You like position one?" and then slid it back in where it was "or position two?" "Ohh! Two! Damn - two!" Bobby nearly squealed in reply. "Okay .. and do you like two - or three3?" and with that slid in even deeper, almost three-quarters into Bobby's now inviting ass. "Fuck! Three! I LOVE three!" Bobby proclaimed. "Hmmm, okay, what's better? One...or three?" Steven pulled back and then thrust back to his deepest position. "Mmmm! Fuck! Three! Definitely three!" Bobby was beside himself. Any thought of HIV was buried deep in the back of his head while every part of his mind was screaming for more cock. Steven knew Bobby was giving in and continued progressing. "Hey, this is hard to hold here .. can you roll onto your stomach? I can hold your favorite position better." "Yeah .. hell yeah!" Bobby instantly agreed. Steven slowly slid out his cock; and Bobby complied and flipped onto his belly; and then Steven moved back into position. "So, when I'm outside you, this is position zero," Steven explained, "now, here's one, then, two, and your favorite, three" as he slid back into the hole he was exploiting. "Oh God, yes!" Bobby gladly accepted the cock back inside him. "Do you want to try a different number?" Steve asked playfully. "Yeah, man!" Bobby nearly begged. "Here comes position five .." and he paused. Bobby anxiously awaited. The pause seemed like an eternity. And then Bobby felt a deep pressure burying in his hole. "Holy fuck! I love five - fuckin' love five!" Bobby shot back. Steven slid back some, "You prefer five to three?" "Yes! I want five again. Gimme five!" Steven responded by pushing back deep into position number five. Bobby had never felt such ecstasy rushing through him. "Ready for the next number?" Steven asked, anticipating the answer. "Fuck yeah!" Bobby answered. "Here's six!!! and this time, Steven was not as gentle, he jabbed as deep as he could. Bobby shuddered as he felt the stabbing pain, but then pleasure washed over him again. "God damn .. holy fuck!" Bobby couldn't find words to describe the pleasure his ass was getting. "I love it. I love it!!!" Steven knew Bobby was under his full control now, "if you want, you can call out different position numbers, and I can change as you want them. For example, here's one to five." Steven pulled back and pressed back in. "And here's two to six" and again demonstrated with a rock and thrust that nearly made Bobby cum. "Oh shit! That's fucking incredible! Do one to five!" Bobby demanded. Steven obliged. "Two to six!" Bobby requested enthusiastically. It didn't even occur to him that he was getting his ass pounded. He was just picking numbers, as far as he thought. Again, Steven thrust appropriately. "I want zero to six!" Bobby couldn't get enough. Steven pulled all the way out, and slammed it back all the way in. "Oh FUCK!" Bobby nearly screamed at the onslaught of pleasure and pain simultaneously. "Ohh, I see what you like, now.." Steven said in his continuous playful tone. Without awaiting a response, Steven pulled all the way out, and gave Bobby another slam; and repeated three more times. Bobby was so turned on, tears were involuntarily forming at the corner of his eyes. "You mind if I pick some random numbers to give you? I think you'll like them." Steven was leading his now vulnerable conquest. "Fuck, yeah!" Bobby responded with a wide smile. "Here it comes!" Steven announced. Bobby felt the thick cock slowly sliding out and in for a few moments. Steven picked up his pace and did a few deep jabs. He then returned to slow strokes, varying his depth with each push. "Oh shit!" Bobby had a hard time verbalizing the pleasure he was feeling, "Fuck ! FUCK! FUCK!" And then, Steven stopped, and held position. "Keep going!" Bobby insisted. Steven, however, held still, about three-quarters deep for several moments. The pause was torturing Bobby as he was on the verge of erupting any moment. "Please fuck me!" Bobby urged. Steven leaned in close to Bobby's ear and said, "I'm so fucking turned on. I love your ass. If I keep going, I won't be able to stop; and you're gonna end up full of my poz cum." Bobby couldn't even consider the risk at this point; he was too turned on to care and instantly replied with, "Do it! fuck my ass! I want your cum!" Steven resumed his slow fucking and gradually picked up his pace and depth. Bobby replied with escalating moans as Steven picked up his pace. Bobby felt a tongue enter his ear and felt a hot wet sensation as Steven probed deep into his ear with his tongue and then whispered, "You're gonna get my poz cum. I'm gonna fucking own your ass!" Bobby didn't blink. He surrendered to the thick pleasure stick that was now more than familiar with his ass, and he was determined to let it remain at any direction Steven desired. "Have my ass!" Bobby pleased, "I'm yours! Own my ass." And with those last four words, Steven was drilling Bobby without any hesitation or reservation. Bobby's head bumped up against the headboard a few times while Steven made a point to jab as forcefully as he could. "Unnh! Unnh! Of .. FUCK! FUCK!" Bobby blurted. "When you're ready for my poz cum up your ass, call out for number ten!" Steven commanded. It didn't take Bobby but a few seconds to cry out, "Now! Fuck! I want number ten now! Gimme ten! Ten!" And before he could mutter another word, he heard the loudest slapping noises he ever heard during sex and felt balls slamming against his hole with each quickening thrust. Only now was Bobby starting to realize that he wasn't just changing positions of a cock gently making his way into him. There was no escaping what was occurring. A thick cock was violently assaulting his hole. A thick poz cock was about to shoot cum deep into him. And Bobby was surprised to find this realization didn't scare him; it only turned him on even more. He wasn't supposed to do this; and he was letting go. "Cum in me! I'm yours! Cum .. deep .. up .. my ass!" he managed to belt out. "Take my poz load you fucking cum slut!" Steven insisted while he unloaded deep inside Bobby with continuous deep and quick thrusts. Bobby's ass felt instantly wet and full. The thought of poz cum being shot up his ass managed to excite him to the brink; and Bobby came at the same time into the sheet beneath him. Steven left his dick deeply buried with Bobby until every last drop was deposited into his newly owned hole. The awareness of what actually occurred slowly dawned on Bobby. And his more rational reaction was to try and clean himself. "Umm .. I need to shower," he said as he nearly darted out of bed for the shower. Steven took the opportunity to put on his clothes and leave Bobby to reflect on what he just gave in to.

1. I looked at my watch once more. It read 5:50PM; only ten more minutes of agony. There hadn't been a customer since 3:00PM; my manager had left at 4:30, and I prayed that one would not appear at the last minute. Thirty minutes earlier, I had tempted the customer fates by taking break in the back room; if one would come, it would have been when I had my pants down and my dick hanging out. Luckily, no one had come. I had changed into a jock strap and now the bright red waist band just barely peeked out from above my khakis. Outside, there was a slow drizzle still coming down. I didn't mind. It would make a last minute customer even less likely now, and the bath house would be even more crowded this evening. I looked in my backpack. The two booty bumps I had prepared before work were still there. All I had to do now was draw up some water and let it dissolve, and I'd be flying twenty minutes later. I did the math once more. Five minutes to close up. Five minutes to walk to the bath house. Five minutes to get settled in my room. And then five minutes to find a top to pound my hole. It meant could do the bump right before I locked the front door. Which, in turn, meant it was now finally time to fill it up and let it start dissolving. It only took a second at the stockroom sink to fill the booty syringe; I left it there for the small crystals to dissolve in the water. Back out in the sales room, it felt like an hour passed before 5:58 arrived. However, slowly, endlessly, it did. I sneaked into the back, dropped my khakis to my knees, and slid the thin tube deep in my hole. There was just enough lube left in my hole from cleaning out earlier that it went in easily. I pressed down the plunger and the cold liquid burned for a moment before it settled into a dull ache. It would be a few minutes before the tina soaked in and I savored the anticipation. I put the used booty bump in my bag, next to the one I was saving for midnight. There was also the pipe and torch, but those would be for later. I pulled up my pants back up and returned to the show room. The clock now read six o'clock. I was done and was completely free for the next four days. But my fates had other ideas. Right as I started towards the door, a man appeared from around the corner, and pushed his way into the shop. "Fuckin' A!," he exclaimed. "You're still open. Been a fucking bitch of an afternoon, running from store to store. You still got the new iPhones in stock?" "Yeah," I said. I shifted my weight, feeling those tiny few cc's of liquid shift in my hole. I had only a precious few minutes before it would hit. When it did, I wanted to be at the bathhouse, getting ready for a fat white shaft to slide into my hole. "Well, we were just about to close." The customer was a black man wearing a windbreaker and baggy sweats. I had gotten a lot better over the past few years, but I still hated dealing with them. It was always one problem after another: lost ID; wanting some blinged out phone; failing the credit check; after an hour of dithering, picking the cheapest one. I had never had a good experience with a black man. "But you have them?" I nodded, before I even realized what I was doing. "Good, he said, pulled down the hood from his ratty windbreaker. "Now, don't be a fucking cocksucker, and sell me a phone." I looked him over. He was tallish, maybe 6'1", with a definite muscle build. His head was clean-shaven, a smooth expanse of chocolate-brown skin. As I looked over his fine black body, I remembered my past. Of course, there was still the tattoo, but today, there was also the jockstrap. I had bought it at a leather store in Atlanta and the strap was decorated with Confederate flags. The tina was starting to work its depraved magic, and I found myself wondering how it would look; his fat black cock sliding into my white hole against the background of the racist symbol. It was always the first sign of the crystal kicking in; my imagination got more vivid, more extreme, searching out the taboo and dirty, the profane and depraved. I had never been fucked by a black man before. What I had been taught as a child was hard to overcome, but the tina was changing my outlook. At least I remembered the first rule of customer service. "I'm Mark," I finally said. "Hey, Mark! If you wanna take care of me, sell me the damn phone." I was quickly wrenched back to reality. He had caught me checking him out and I knew it would be the first of many betrayals the booty bump would commit against me. I looked back up at his eyes; they were neither friendly nor angry. They were just resigned. "Yo, Mark, it's cool. A good cocksucker can do things to my tool no girl would ever dream of doing. But first, I gotta get a new phone. Black. 32." "Gotta get it out of the back," I said, trying to focus on his face. I resisted the urge to look down. He was wearing baggy sweats and I knew if I looked down, I'd see the outline of his cock. In my mind, he had a long, fat black shaft. Mine, by comparison, would be nothing more than a tiny white one. "Sure man. You do what you gotta do," he said. "You mind if I smoke a quick one?" I was conflicted. I didn't really want him smoking any more than I wanted him in the shop. But if I made him go outside, it would take another five minutes, and that would be five less minutes getting plowed by an anonymous stranger at the bath house. "I guess," I said as I grabbed the keys. "Sure." In the storage room, I eyed my bag. A freshly loaded pipe was in there, not to mention the other booty bump. A quick hit seemed like just what I needed. I pulled the pipe out, staring at the pool of melted crystal at the bottom. It called to me, but I forced myself to put the pipe back in the case. The last thing I need was to get even higher. I had to remember that the booty bump had barely hit me. I had dosed myself with nearly a quarter and the weekend was only just beginning. I grabbed the box from the shelf, and went back into the show room. Even though I hadn't hit the pipe, I couldn't say the same for my customer. He had a long glass pipe hanging from his lips, and was carefully heating it up with a torch. From the slight haze in the air, it was clearly not his first hit. He looked up at me, and pulled the pipe out of this mouth. He just smiled, then exhaled a thick white cloud. I wondered if he knew it was getting recorded. If he did, he didn't seem to care. "You cool with this?" he asked, his tone letting me he didn't care if I was cool or not. "Needed to blow some clouds." "Sure," I said, putting the box on the counter. He was staring at me, and I was momentarily transfixed, like a deer caught in headlights. I licked my lips, first once, then twice, and a third time. He laughed. "Damn man. Your eyes are wide. Your head already up in these clouds?" "Yeah," I said. I was no longer stunned into silence, and was able to speak again. "Booty bump." "Well, damn man, I gotta catch up. But first, you gotta get that phone up and running man." "Yeah," I said. "Name? And your number?" "TJ. TJ Wiliams," he said and gave me his number. I quickly typed it in, as he savored another long slow drag off the pipe. I scanned in the phone, and waited for the activation sequence to finish. TJ did another two hits before offering me the pipe. "I know you're already tweaked," he said. "But a little more never hurt no one." I took the pipe. It was still warm and smoking and I inhaled deeply. The thick clouds filled my lungs, lifting me up and away from my mundane concerns. TJ was hardly a delay; he might even be the main event for the night. Unfortunately, right as I was exhaling, an error message came up on the screen. It was one I was far too familiar with; I was going to have to call the tech support line and get some stupid block cleared from his account. I had the number burned into muscle memory; it wasn't long before I had someone on the line. I tried to explain the situation, watching out of the corner of my eye as TJ hit the pipe a few more times. His hand had dropped to his crotch, and through the thin fabric, he was playing with his cock. Finally, the representative said he needed to talk with TJ. "He needs to talk to you," I said, handing him the phone. I tried to keep my eyes on his face, but a motion pulled my gaze down. The outline of his cock was clearly visible. It was a massive, thick rod already straining against the fabric of his sweats. "Yeah?" TJ said. He put the phone to his ear. "Hello?" he asked. "Hello?" He frowned. "Fuck that shit," he said, the anger palpable. "If they are going to put me on fucking hold, you're going to keep me happy." He pushed down his sweats, letting his cock spring free. "Suck my dick, faggot," he said. I hesitated, suddenly aware of the large glass windows facing the street. "Oh come on. I've seen how you've been drooling over it. You know you want it." With his free hand, he pushed me down to my knees, my face exactly level with his dick. I stared at the black snake for a moment, not quite believing where I had ended up. He wanted me to suck on it, to debase myself at the altar of his black cock. Involuntarily, I wondered what my father would say if he were still alive. It would have been bad enough that I was gay. It would be unforgivable that I was kneeling down in front of a black man and even contemplating sucking on his massive tool. "Come on cocksucker. You know you want it," he said, before pulling me forward onto his cock. By animal reflex, I opened my mouth, letting the black cockhead slide into me. So many years of my life had been spent teaching me how everything I was doing was wrong. Between the twin sins of sucking dick and hanging out with a black guy, it was hard to tell which was worse. But the combination of letting his warm cockhead slide into my mouth was a sin my father would have never been able to forgive me for. Nevertheless, I let it happen. This evening, it seemed like the right thing to do. It seemed like the absolute least thing I could do to improve this man's experience. As I nursed on his dickhead, I heard snippets of conversation. "Yeah," he said. "715 Oak St. Unit 5," followed shortly after by "5102." He listened a while longer, then finally said, "Thanks, yeah." and put the phone down on the counter. "Fuckholes," he said. "But it should be ok now." I looked up at him, his dick still nestled in my mouth. "One good thing, had you kept that up, I might have shot right down your throat." He picked up his new phone from the counter. "But now I can use your throat properly while we wait for my phone to sync." I nodded dumbly. I was still kneeling before this black thug, hungry for cock. "Take off your shirt, faggot." I didn't want to take it off, not for him. I had no idea how he was going to react; the tattoo was far worse than the jock strap. I was saving up, slowly, to get it removed, but for now, it was the reminder every morning and every evening of my youth, and the stupid choices we all make. It was simple, but powerful. A black eagle, holding a red Nazi swastika on my left pectoral. It had the unfortunate characteristic that the more I worked out, the more obvious it was. "Go on, cocksucker, take it off. Don't get all shy with me; you've had my cock in your mouth." I slowly pull it off, hunching over slightly, hoping against hope he doesn't notice it. But it was to no avail. "What's that faggot?" he asked as he pushed me back. "Fucking skinhead asshole, huh?" he laughed. "But yet, you gobbled down my big black cock, didn't you?" I nodded dumbly, trying to keep my balance as I leaned back, trying to stay out of range of his fist. He looked me over, and then started to laugh even harder. I dared to look down, and I saw the waist band of my jock strap clearly visible, the red flags almost glowing against my tan skin. "Fuck cocksucker. Just one racist asshole symbol after another, huh?" I try to protest but he slaps me. "Don't matter. I'll just take out a bit of insurance." He took the phone and swiped a few times. "Let's just get a few pictures of that sweet white mouth choking on my nigga dick." He smiled, as he spoke. "Just something to share with your manager. Maybe your white power facebook buddies as well." He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down on his cock, forcing it into my throat. Before I can react, he got a picture of my mouth wide open, his cock sliding in. Then he took another, one of me staring at him. Then a third, this one of me gagging as the head of his cock hit the back of my mouth. Finally, a fourth one, drool dripping out around my mouth and my lips tight on the anonymous and massive black cock. By the time I had recovered from my gagging and coughing, I knew it was too late. The pictures had been synced to the cloud, and no matter what I could do, he'd always have access to them. "A better attitude on your part and these pictures will be our little secret. Any bit of racist white shit, and it's gonna be all over the internet. You got that white boy?" I nodded, acutely aware I had no option but to comply, however hard it was going to be for me. I took another look at him, taking time to see him anew: his massive chest, taut abs, and then his thick cock. It may have been the tina finally hitting me, but I realized it was the most beautiful, most perfect cock I had ever seen. It was thick, almost too thick to wrap my hand around. It was long, like a foot-long ruler hanging out from his groin. It was hard, hanging down under the influence of gravity. It was the porn-star epitome of cock, requiring my obedience of its every desire, and my worship of every inch of it. A little thing, like a poor racist whiteboy gagging was a thing of utter inconsequential pointlessness compared to the pleasure his ebony shaft demanded. I opened up my mouth, and swallowed it again. Once more, I started to gag again when it hit the back of my throat. It was no easier physically. If anything, his cock was thicker and harder, making it more difficult to take into my mouth. But mentally and emotionally, it was an entirely different world. I was no longer choking down on a black thugs cock, a man beneath me in every way. I was now worshipping the most perfect dick in the world and giving my ebony God pleasure. With his guttural moans of pleasure, forceful thrusts of his hips and the salutary effects of the tina, I powered through the urge to gag and let his steel shaft enter my throat and dominate my experience. "That's it cocksucker. Gobble it up." Another spasm of gagging racked my body but I forced myself to stay on TJ's cock. "Come on, Mark," he continued, resting his hand on the back of my head. There was only the slightest bit of force from him, but it was enough to let me know I had to stay on my knees and take his cock. As the spasm slowly subsided, I got more comfortable with his cock sliding in and out of my throat. "Damn," he said. "I guess anyone on the street can see us, huh?" I nodded as best I could while impaled on his black shaft. "Probably should be doing this somewhere a little more, private, maybe?" he asked. "I mean, you do work here." I nodded again, my mouth and throat still filled with his cock. "You have anywhere more private?" Once more, I nodded. This time, at least, he pulled out enough for me to say something. "Stock room," I said as best I could. "Sounds good," he said. He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth, the fat head now glistening with a mixture of spit and pre-cum. It took me a second to recognize that it was my spit shiny on the black shaft, and that the majority of his pre-cum had dripped down my throat and into my stomach. I was already contaminated with the black man's pre-cum and it would only be a short while before he added his sperm to my body. "You go ahead and close up shop. I'll be back in the stockroom, waiting. Then we can finish this, um, transaction." Still on my knees but made brave by the crystal now coursing through my blood and invading my brain, I decided to make a different suggestion. "Well, I was going to go to the bath house after this. Do you want to come with me?" He smiled for a moment, torturing me with the silence. "Maybe," he said. I had barely processed his statement before the tina made another statement. However, it needed to use my mouth, my body to make it. "I'll pay for your entrance," I said. "Bath house," he said. "You mean, like a sex club?" "Yeah," I said. "Exactly." I was still on my knees, still right on level with his thick, hard cock. It was gently bobbing in time with each breath he took, and I thought I could see it throb with his every heart beat. I was fascinated by his black manhood. I had seen pictures online, but never seen a black cock so up close and personal. It was scary, almost evil, but at the same time, I was fascinated. As hard as it was to reconcile with my past, I was in awe of it. I needed to understand it, and the only way I knew how involved a night at the bath house. "Damn. So you're gonna get fucked there? Suck off random guys? "Yeah," I said, terrified, but knowing that it was the truth. And it was a truth I would have to confront at some point, no matter how hard I tried to repress it. "Fuck, faggot. Gonna get all loaded up, huh?" I nodded, not really wanting to acknowledge what he said out loud. But it was true. My plan had always been to get tweaked, head to the bath house, and see how many loads I could collect over the next twelve hours. Only now, at least one of those loads would come from a black man. I was momentarily repulsed at the thought, something so patently inferior and bad entering my body. But then I looked up and saw TJ looking down at me, a slight grin playing across his face. I would do anything to make him happy, no matter how debased it might be. "That I can get into," he said. "You lead the way." He pulled up his sweats, pushing his cock into them. It was still straining against the fabric and still plainly visible. I went into the back room, grabbed my bag, the empty booty bump syringe, and my jacket, turning out the lights and arming the alarm as I came back out. TJ was playing with his new phone, and looked up at me. "And don't worry. I've more than enough of this to keep us going all night," he said, shaking a fat bag of white crystals. I didn't tell him I had just as much in my bag. I turned out the lights, and locked the door behind us. The night was cool, the light rain still continuing. "Where we going?" he asked. "I took a bus, so hope it's close." "Yeah," I said. "Just down the street, actually." "Sweet," he said. We walked in silence. I wasn't sure what to say. All I could think about was how his cock had felt in my throat, and how badly I wanted his black meat in my hole. But that barely seemed appropriate out on the public street, even if it was relatively quiet and growing dark. Luckily, TJ rescued me. "You go here often?" I had been there every weekend for the past few months. I had long ago lost track of how many men I had let inside me or how many loads I had taken. But I wasn't ready to tell TJ about this side of me; he already knew more than I wanted. "Yeah," I said. "It comes and it goes." "And there's just sex going on? Anywhere?" "Well, there are private rooms. But sometimes in the halls or the dark corners." "Damn. Full-on sex?" "Yeah," I say. "Fuck man. And I've been jerking off all this time?" He laughed, right about the time we get to the door. It's a nondescript industrial building. The entrance is the only thing well-lit, a plain door that only reads "Private Club." I opened the door, and TJ walked in. I followed him and went up to the desk. I recognize the guy behind it; it's Dennis. More than once he has ended up in my room on his break, hitting the pipe, then hitting my ass hard. For a skinny guy, he has got a big cock, and he knows how use it. He smiled when he saw me. "Mark," he said. "Good to see you." He looked behind the desk and checked what rooms were free. Before I could say anything, he put a key on the counter. "Looks like we have an upgrade for you tonight," he said. "He with you?" Dennis continued, indicating TJ behind me. "Yeah," I said. "I'll get his locker." I pull out my membership and put it on the counter. "ID?" Dennis asked TJ. He pulled a wallet out of his jacket, and put his license down on the counter. "First time here?" Dennis asked TJ. "Yeah," TJ said. "I know you'll have fun," Dennis said and rang us up. I pulled out my wallet and opened it up to get some cash. TJ was standing behind me and was tall enough to see over my shoulder. As I counted out three twenties, TJ let out a low whistle of appreciation. I had gotten enough cash to cover the bath house as well as several rounds of re-stocking on favors. It made for a thick wallet. "All done," Dennis said, and buzzed the two of us in. He met us inside, holding a few towels and the keys to the room. "Gotta check your bags," he said. "What?" I asked. Reluctantly, I put my bag on the counter. If I had known, I would have taken precautions to hide the favors. "Yeah," Dennis said. "Boss wants me to make sure we keep our reputation." I repressed the urge to laugh. Of the several sex clubs in town, this one had the reputation for being the sleaziest. It was why I went. Dennis opened my bag, and started to look through it. At least I had already done one booty bump. It wouldn't be enough, but it would be better than nothing. "Hmmm," he said, digging through the bag. "I think you should know better." From the bottom, he pulled out two forgotten condoms, no doubt the relic of some ancient, mis-guided attempt at safer sex outreach. He tossed them into the garbage, before zipping my bag back up. "Yours?" he said, turning to TJ. "I'm not sure about this," TJ says. He's holding his bag a bit protectively. "Don't stress," I said. "It's just a formality." "I guess," he said, and put the backpack on the counter. Dennis unzipped it, barely looked in it, and zipped it back up. Dennis reached under the counter and pulled out a plain white envelope. He handed it to TJ with his bag. "First time. Welcome. I doubt you'll need it, but here's something to make it extra memorable." He winked at me before handing me the towels and keys. "342," he said. "I'll find you on my break?" "Sounds good." TJ and I started up the stairs. It was a Friday evening, so it was already fairly busy. TJ was staring in open wonder at the range of men walking around with nothing more than a towel. I was staring as well, looking forward to the rest of the evening.

I had been following this new massage shop on an app called LINE with their occasional postings on Craigslist. They are a new shop and seemed eager to get my husband and I into their shop. The mamasan sent pictures of her "boyz" with the understanding that we were only looking for "100% TOP KING boyz" into sucking, fucking and rimming. At our designated reservation time, my husband and I arrived to meet the mamasan and promptly taken upstairs to a rather old , but clean, looking room and instructed to shower. Within minutes my massage boy arrived and had me get on my stomach on a massage type table. He began with a legit massage and worked diligently on my feet and back. After about 30 minutes, his fingers began to wander on the inside of my thighs and my now 7 inch uncut cock was leaking precum like a leaky faucet. The boy then leaned in and spread my cheeks and drove his rigid tongue deep inside of my wet hole. He had me moaning as he continued eating my hole like a champion then proceeded to give my entire backside a tongue bath. He then climbed up on me and started a full body on body massage with the full weight of his body. As he slid up my back, his now rigid 7 inch Thai cock would go up my crack and tease my hole. I wondered if he would use a condom. Over and over he massaged my back with his body until finally his cock lined up perfectly with my hole and he did not hesitate in going full length inside of me and stopped fully inside. My back arched and I took in a sharp breath. I reached back and realized he was bare. I moaned my deep approval. He took my approval and whispered some Thai words in my ear and he began a very erotic and sensual fucking as he reached around and played with my nipples and kissing my neck. Each of his thrusts were met with my ass pushing back against his cock.. Without exiting my hole, he slowly and methodically turned my body around so I was now on my back, my ankles pushed back to my ears, hole fully exposed and still full with his cock. He started pumping me again while stroking my very wet cock. After 10 minutes or so of deep full length pumping, he looked deep into my eyes and nodded as his eyes started to roll back in his head. At that point he began to FUCK very fast and he grunted gutterally and blew his Thai babies deep inside of me. That first blast of very hot cum on my prostate made me start to blast off and I covered my own face with my thick load. Without moving, he leaned down and licked every drop of my cum off of my face then kissed me deep and senually. Slowly our breathing came back to normal, he pulled out and began to finish the massage as I drifted off to sleep a few minutes at a time. Afterwards, I tipped him very well and he greeted the tip with a very sweet hug and kiss. Until next time... I will post about my husband's experience later....

What the fuck am I doing? I can’t believe I am going back knowing what was in store for me. I know on some level that I may regret this, but the majority of me was excited as hell. I methodically packed my backpack, phone charger, lube, toothbrush, mouthwash, toothpaste, condoms, an extra change of clothing and a cock ring. I stood outside of their door for what seemed like an eternity, second guessing myself. My heart began to race as I rang the doorbell. Erik answered the door, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt; I immediately noticed the hefty bulge in his jeans. He noticed me checking it out because he grabbed it and said, “He has been waiting”. Erik is in his 40ies, 6’0”, toned body, dark hair, brown eyes. About 7” cut, with a nice mushroom that was thicker around the head. He welcomed me inside where two of his three roommates were sitting waiting for my arrival. I was introduced as their “fuckhole” for the next 48 hours. Jay was a biker type, also in his 40ies, straight mostly, but when he partied, he fucks anything. He stood about 5’10, kind of stocky but incredibly rock hard 7” cock. He was sitting on the love seat and I immediately could see his bulge through his jeans, he chuckled and my eyes moved up and he was smiling at me. He caught me staring at his crotch. Bill was slightly older, he was in his 50ies, but sitting on the couch completely naked, it looks as though the party had started without me. Bill was pretty average in build and looked like he was working with a cock that would surly get larger than the other 2. I am 25, 5’8, 140 lbs, toned but not muscular at all, pretty average sized cock, I have never measured it as I do not want to be disappointed. But have told that I have an incredible hole. Nice bubble butt that can squeeze your cock so tight you moan. Since I was never introduced by my name but a nickname I will just refer to myself as their name for me. fuckhole. I have only partied a few times in my life and do not really remember how to even hold the pipe let alone light it. I am more of a weed smoker. I was instructed to take off my shoes and sit next to Bill on the couch, Erik told me to get ready to have the most amazing next few days of sex. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Erik asked me while filling the bowl. “Hell yeah, I am on a week long vacation, and I just want to get wild, my hole is now your hole for the next 48 hours, seriously you could even tie me up and gag me if you wanted to!” I said with a chuckle in the most obvious “you know I am joking kind of way” Everyone gave a little chuckle. Erik explained that I would not be able to hold the pipe; he did not want me to burn what was inside and held it up to my mouth. I watched the crystals slowly turn to liquid and smoke began filling the bowl. “Now slowly, as slow as you can start to inhale, I am going to rock this back and forth, keep going until I tell you to stop, but remember……slow” Erik said with a grin. He began rolling the bowl and I exhaled as much as I could and then slowly began sucking in. Erik kept telling to keep sucking; I sucked until my lungs felt like they were going to explode. He pulled the pipe away from my mouth and told me to hold my breath, do not let it out. I felt like I couldn’t hold it any longer and he finally said slowly let it out. I let out what I felt was the biggest cloud of smoke in my life but Bill kind of laughed. “That is all you can do? Seems like a light weight to me.” Bill said while shaking his head. I noticed that he was now stroking what seemed to be about 8.5” and was filling out very thickly. “Yeah, come on fuckhole, you need to do better than that.” Jay said from the loveseat. Erik placed the pipe near my mouth again and out of instinct , I tried to grab it, he in a very stern voice said, “I thought I told you not to touch this!” I had already started to feel my body start to heat up and I could only notice the bulges and the huge cock next to me. “I am sorry Erik, I promise I can do better.” I said with kind of a laugh. “CALL ME MASTER” he snapped, I did not want to upset him so I said “Yes Master” “Good little fuckhole” He placed the pipe back up to my mouth, I repeated the same inhale and let out what seemed like a much larger cloud. I was told that one was better but they know I could do better. I asked if I could take off my shirt, I started getting hot, my heart started racing and suddenly noticed that my hole needed to be fucked. “Yeah, take your clothes off get comfortable.” Bill said. I took everything off except for my socks, underwear, and wife beater undershirt. “Are those briefs the only underwear you brought?” Jay asked me. “No Sir,” I said, “ I have a jock in my back pack.” Erik was sitting on the floor in front of me and as I started to explain how the jockstrap looked and how they were in my backpack but all I could think about was getting fucked. With no warning, Erik pulled my trunks off and buried his face into my hole. Ramming his large wet tongue into my hole. I closed my eyes and start moaning. The torch lights up again and the pipe was placed against my lips. I opened my eyes and Bill told me I would have to show him a man hit, not a pussy hit. I took the biggest hit that I had ever could take and bill put his hand over my mouth and Erik started to shove his finger in my hole, for some reason it sort of burned and I exhaled quickly, the largest cloud I have ever seen and cried out “ouch.” Erick informed me that I should only feel the burn for a few more seconds that he forgot to put lube on his fingers. Jay stood up and disappeared down the hall. When he returned he had a leather jock, arm and ankle restraints, a spreader, spray poppers, and a gas mask. He also had lost his jeans and t-shirt, leaving him in his leather vest and a black leather jock that had snaps where you could pull your cock out for easy access, and some leather boots. “Here put these on, you will be wearing only this for the next 48 hours.” Jay said throwing the jock at me just before he grabbed my belongings and placed them into my backpack. “Don’t worry fuck hole, you will get this back when we are finished with you.” Jay said as he took it down the hallway. I was so horny slipping on the jock, I just wanted to get fucked. I said out loud without thinking, “Can one of you please fuck me right now, please I will do anything! Please, someone fuck my hole.” The guys chuckled and Bill told Erik to shove a shard into my hole. While Erik hunted for the perfect one, Bill shoved the pipe up to my mouth again and I instinctually reached for it. “That’s it! Jay, hand me those wrist restraints, he keeps grabbing the pipe” Bill again put the pipe in front of my face. I apologized for putting my hands up the other time, but Bill just told me I would make up for it shortly. He instructed to slowing inhale while Jay was securing my hands together in front of me. “There, this should hold him, lets put the gas mask on him so we do not have to worry about him not holding it in.” Erik suggested as he shoved his finger into my hole. It seriously burned and as I exhaled extremely fast, I called out “ouch” but was informed that I just needed more lube, I told him I had lube in my bag but he showed me his lube which allegedly contained some healing / numbing botanicals that will make my hole feel amazing and I could get fucked for days with it. I almost instantly began squirming and chanting “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, someone please fuck me” Jay handed Erik this bar with ankle restraints and hooks attached to either end. They secured my ankles to this spreader and brought it towards my hands and connected those as well. There I lay on the couch, hands connected to the spreader that had my legs spread apart exposing my hole to everyone. Jay comes over to me with a gas mask connected to a long tube. “I do not like how fast you exhaled that last time, I think you need to wear this.” He places this tight gas mask over my head. He then unscrews a bottle of poppers and holds it over the tube and I am forced to inhale several deep hits of poppers. I was flying and all I could do was yell out “PLEASE FUCK ME PLEASE FUCK ME, I WILL DO ANYTHING I PROMISE I WILL DO ANYTHING, MY HOLE IS YOUR HOLE” Suddenly the poppers hit me and my eyes rolled in the back of my head. I felt someone spit on my hole and when I focused it was Erik, lining his cock head up to my hole. Without warning he steadily but firmly pushes his cock into my hole. “HOLY FUCK THAT IS TIGHT! Someone grab me some of our special lube.” He pulled almost all the way out and squirted some of their lube on his cock. I could not handle it anymore I yelled out “FUCK ME PLEASE” and started to squirm so that my hole would swallow up more of his thick cock. “FUCK!! You guys look at this horny pig! He is tied up, not very high, and fucking himself with my cock, I think he should get some more poppers and maybe some more favors.” The guys all laughed and one by one they called me a slut, a fucking hole. That I was created to only be a cum dump for guys. The informed me they wanted to put up an ad and invite people over to fuck me. All I could do was moan as Erik started to shove his cock in and out at a slow pace. “Hand me the poppers again.” Erik said still pumping in and out of my fuck hole at a deep and steady pace, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head. He connects the poppers to the gasmask and I was forced to breath in a few healthy hits. He caps them back up, tosses them aside and as they hit, I felt my hole expand and Erik says to the guys, “You guys have to feel this hole, it opens right up, but fits like a tight glove! He keeps begging me to fuck him, do you think I should fuck him?” The guys tell Erik to give me what I want and he tells me that I am going to love this and in a jack hammer type motion, begins slamming his cock in and out of my hole. I wanted him deeper and harder and wanted him to fuck me in different directions stretching my hole out good. He fucked me for what seemed like only 5 minutes but ended up being about a half hour, he then asked me if I was ready for his load, but immediately followed up with a… “Naw, just playing, you don’t have a choice. OOOOhhh omg I am going to cum” He picked up his rhythm and was now slamming his cock in and out of my hole and all I could do was moan, it felt amazing and then he slammed deep into my hole. I literally felt his cock grow thicker and longer, press through the second opening, he kept it lodged deep into my guts, closed his eyes, leaned his head back and calls out “Take my load you fucking dirty fuck hole!” His huge load filled me up, his thick cock pulsating, shooting thick ropes deep into my guts. He pulled out and suggested that they move me to the playroom. ****************************************************************************************************************************************************************** Thank you for taking the time to read one of my fantasies. Some of the above mentioned did happen, some are a little exaggerated, of course I changed the names. Please tell me if this was entertaining. If so I will gladly tell you how our little "fuckhole's" 48 hours go.

We’ve got a “London” patient. https://www.nytimes.com/2019/03/04/health/aids-cure-london-patient.html

Everyone remember though, it would not be cured, it would be in remission. The same goes for all this stuff we get (Gono, Chlam, Syph, HSV, HPV, Hep b/c, etc). It's amazing that science can push down these infections into little pockets where they can't get out to keep multiplying, but they will always be with us. That might scare some, but those who think of these bugs as gifts might be pleased to know this.

Awesome, eh? I’m almost obsessed with holding what a Top puts in me, ive slept overnight with it and even if I have the urge to evacuate, i resist. I do the same with loads of cum, I just tell my body to hold it. I recommend holding it, it can be done

i've had several experiences, including my first, where a Top pissed in me after breeding me (without asking permission), each time they pulled out without spilling a drop. i may have an unsusal ability to hold onto fluid?, but i've been stealth pissed a couple of times at an ABS and didn't realize it till i got home. i think my 'second sphincter' must be exceptionally tight, i have to be careful after douching to make sure i get all the water out. So, if a Top pisses beyond that point, it's pretty well contained with me.

Personally, I think a better name might have been the Poz Pit. That way, it's alliterative. But I tend to focus on minor details, so don't mind me. LOL

Proper equipment definitely plays a role - may be hard to do it on a whim without other strong play elements involved - humiliation, domination, subservience, etc. - between yourself and someone you already know. With new people you need a bit more experience under your own belt first to do it well. But you've got to start somewhere, right? Go to a play party/venue that has it as a feature and look around. You can learn by example. All things sexual are mental in the first place. If you like it, you can join in. Usually it can be in a tub, or with an inflatable pool, or at a designated wet area, inside or outside weather permitting, likely with other gear - rubber garments, funnels, hoses, catheters, hoods, spreaders, blindfolds, restraints, etc. SO there may be other financial costs involved before you jump into good action. And if it goes that way, it's never just one piece - usually many, used one after another after another or a few together. With all said and done, the play itself is a pretty strong high on power exchange between a top/tops and a bottom. This is not a vanilla kind physical contact. Depending on the setup variety - one, or more-than-one sitting, short and brief or long and satisfying. One-on-one or many-on-one. On the face of the guy, or feeding it into his gullet. Grabbing his head and shoving it deep down before you release or making him beg for it on the floor with his mouth spread wide open. On the toilet, in the toilet, in the tub, up the ass, from a bowl, all over and down the throat again. Fuck, piss into his beer bottle if you're at a club without play space and bring it out to him to drink at the bar with everyone else around. I don't think other people do it just to get soaking wet for the hell of it - you can walk fully clothed into a shower on your own without going anywhere far. But when you have the other guy(s) do it for you, and you have no control - that's what your mind would register. Or make you feel extra horny for it. Or the other way around - you can do it to someone else who is gagging for it and submitting to any of it whatever you pour out because it's you. And you want it too. Mind the cleanup or a rinse later and garbage disposal. Otherwise - easy and very intimate type experience man to man. Top straight down to bottom. And if your dick got hard reading this - you have the mind for it. Enjoy

HIV is genetic, its why there's a seroconversion. This cure isn't a cure its cheating and not viable on a large scale. It's fake news really.

I had a boyfriend in high school that I would take to the porntheatre and the first thing we would do is go from booth to booth so he could lick the cum off the vide screens, seats and floor. then I would strip him naked in a booth and get him to suck every single cock that came through the glory holes. after awhile I got him to start taking them in his ass.always raw.he was a good little sub.loved getting choked.sometimes I would strangle him while he got fucked by some random guy through a hole in the wall. sometimes I would look to see what the guy who just blew his load in my boyfriends ass or throat looked like but my boy was not allowed to look.

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I woke up a couple days later, still in Jakes front seat. The previous few days were a blur. I'd be awake for a few minutes then fall back asleep. I knew that fucking Jake the way I had would flood my system with more of the HIV virus, and that was the point. I wanted to make sure I had it. I'm this sick because I want to be. I'm not sure I can explain why, but once Jake told me I was HIV+, I just *wanted* him! I just needed to fuck him. A lot. It's all I wanted to do. I never desired a man like that until now but, being honest with myself, I absolutely loved having his cock between my legs. As Jake was my first time going anal, I don't know if that need stems from me being pozzed by him, or is commensurate with everyone that does anal. All I knew was, even in my current state of drifting in and out of consciousness, all I could think about was his cock. It was also the subject of most of my dreams. Jake poured some water down my throat. "You're at the point I was at when I first got it, whore. You'll bounce back but you're going to go through hell for a few more days." I looked over at him and smiled. He shot me back a look of confusion. "Why the hell are you smiling?" I chuckled. "I've never been this miserable - I've also never been this happy." It's one of the truest statements I've ever made. I reached over and unzipped his pants, taking out his cock and starting to stroke him. As sick as I was, I could at least do that much. He looked over at me briefly, long enough to see me smile, then got his eyes back on the road. "You must have been real popular in the navy, whore." I shook my head as I worked him through my hand. I kept the grip loose enough so he slid through my fingers but tight enough so that I was working the muscle. Jake's uncut, if you were wondering. I shook my head as I worked him slowly, but deeply on every stroke. "No, I was hated - for precisely the reason that I *didn't* put out. I wasn't there to fuck people, I was there to serve my country and to fulfill my oath. Men expected me to be what I am now, and I wasn't. That's not why I was there." He looked slightly confused so I continued as he became semi-erect. "Whatever I'm doing, I give myself over to it. Singular focus. When I was in the navy, I was a sailor. That's it. When I was at work in the civilian sector at my desk, I was there to work. Nothing more. Now that I'm a naked HIV+ whore, my entire life is about pleasing the men that own me. Sex isn't about me and my pleasure." He nodded as he got harder in my hand. "Yes, I've noticed that you haven't cum once in our time together. All the other bitches reach for their cocks when I'm fucking them - but not you. Your hands are always on me." I nodded, looking at how fast he was becoming rock hard. My conversation was helping. "This cock between my legs isn't my own - it belongs to the men I serve. No doubt some will want me to fuck them, and I will. But it's THEIR choice, not mine. I exist solely for sexual pleasure of others. That's my life now, Jake." He leaned back in his seat a little and began to give himself over to me. "In all seriousness cunt, you're nothing to us. You really are just fuck meat." I looked up at him. "And that's all I want, Jake. It's how I see myself. I'm a whore, nothing more." Jake was hard now so he unbuckled me, used his strong trucker arms and lifted me onto his cock so I was facing him. "You'd die without us." I nodded as I slid him full on into me. "I was dead before you found me, Jake. Now I'm alive for the first time. I have no illusions, I'm going to die fucking some man - or men - I don't know. It's going to be in someone's truck or overseas but it will happen. I wouldn't have it any other way, stud." Calling him that caused him to throb hard inside of me. I felt it throughout my body. I decided to push him a little further. "What usually happens to your bitches?" He took a hand off the wheel and placed it on my hip, guiding me up and down. "We keep you viraled up like you are now. I'll be handing you off to Tony in a town outside Atlanta." It takes all my focus but I start to ride him with more rhythm. "Tell me about Tony." For a moment his eyes closed, lost in lust. I felt his cock throbbing a bit harder. "As small as your dick is, he's going to put you in chastity and he's going to leash you. He's known to have a higher viral count than me which means you're going to feel worse than you do now." I push down hard and held him deep, then kissed him softly on the lips. "You didn't answer my question - what really happens to bitches like me? What happened to the other 28?" I started to nibble on his ear lobe. He pulled his head back and looked me in the eyes - to be more accurate, he looked *through* my eyes and straight into my soul. "Most don't last more than a couple years. We keep you as you are now, your T cell count slowly dropping. None of us give a shit - we're just going to use you bitch, and when we're done..." I put my mouth next to his ear and whispered. "Then what....................................................................................... stud?" He grunted - even growled before replying."Then we sell you. To our friends in south east asia. The kind that run brothels full of AIDS infected whores. You'll spend all day just being fucked by one man after another, after another until you've got nothing left to give - you're all used up." He said as he was close to cumming hard. I looked into his eyes. "Finish it." He lowered his head into the nape of my neck. "You vanish. Without a trace. No one gets out alive." I summoned my strength, raised my body up high and dropped down quickly twice. It was all he needed. He screamed loudly as he came deep inside of me, my arms wrapped around him. With my mouth next to his ear I whispered, "That's it....give me all of you. Pump your toxic seed deep inside of me." Let me feel you the way your wife never can. He pulsated hard a few more times, his muscle moving against the inside of me, filling me again with his cum. He whispered, "We're going to enjoy destroying you, cunt." I waited until had gone soft, then I rolled off of him and back into my seat, keeping my legs closed tightly to keep in his seed. "Not as much as I will, Jake. I'm definitely getting the better end of this deal." Before drifting back off to sleep.

I just used a Latino shorty's beefy ass for a much overdue pump n dump. During the flight I kept thinking about dick and ass because it was the end of a long work trip with no distractions. So I hopped online after landing and saw the pic of his beefy tan ass in an ad for being a cumdump. 30mins later I parked in front of the guys apartment and waited for the previous fucker to finish. My dick was hard in the truck thinking about his sloppy hole. I had 5 days worth of sperm to donate. 5mins later my tongue was tasting his smooth young hole. 15mins later I was verbally abusing the cumdump with my anonymous bare cock ready to bust up his ass. He begged for it and reverse my cock till it milked that fat load of sperm right out of my heavy balls He texted that I should come again :)

I love getting fucked in dark rooms. Just to be free of all baggage, and know I’m gonna get some cock without any hassle. The person could be anyone, and I prefer not to know. Makes it seem more sleepy, naughty but in a controlled manner. I normally goto Lab in Berlin, and get on all fours in the dark area behind the main bar. It’s not fully dark, just enough light to see shapes/outlines ... although when kneeling on the platforms I see nothing and just wait for a cock to enter me. At Folsom last Sep I took 17 cocks (no idea how many loads, but it was dripping down my legs) inside me over 5 hours. Variety of cocks, thick/thin long/short all in me. At about 5am I was about to leave as the crowd was thinning out and my knees were sore (those mattresses aren’t thick) when some guy good down and started rimming me. For the next 30mins, he proceeded to eat my ass, and whatever cum was in me, out. Absolute bliss. Perfect to a slutty evening. Looking forward to my return to Lab for Easter Berlin (as well as Fickstutenmarkt)

Part 2 *** Sorry this took so long to post guys! I hope you enjoy!!*** The sound of my phone ringing woke me from a dead sleep. Eyes still closed I grabbed it and saw that Jack was calling and had tried calling me multiple times. I shook my head a few times to clear the fog and answered. My throat was dry as hell and my voice sounded raspy. "Morning babe. Sorry I missed your calls. I had a few too many glasses of wine last night haha." "Awww, I'm sorry babe. I'm slightly hungover as well. Dane and I were with new clients and they decided that we should open up some 20 year old bourbon..." "Oh wow! that must've been amaz..." Before I could finish I felt the bed move and looked over my shoulder. I was looking a burly naked ginger bear sleeping on my husbands pillow. "uhh, can I call you back? I think I'm going to vomit!" I quickly hung up before Jack could answer. As I sat my phone down on the nightstand the previous nights events rolled back into my mind. I had cheated on my husband with another married bear. We had unprotected sex, and he was poz. What did I do? As I was processing everything, the man started to stir. We made eye contact and that caused more and more details to flood my mind. The feeling of his raw cock, him on top of me, him flooding my ass with cum, everything that I wanted, I got last night. I must've had a look on my face because the man let out a deep chuckle and started to talk. "You look like you don't remember much from last son. Don't you remember begging daddy to put a load deep in your cheating ass?" He threw me a devilish smile and winked. I could feel myself melt and he could tell I was in his clutches. "Why don't you come over and cuddle daddy some. We can talk about what happened last night." My body took over and I slowly pressed against the ginger bear in my bed. As he told me more and more about what happened last night I quickly became aroused. My hands instantly went to hide my growing erection. "Son, don't hide that. I'm hard too. Feel the cock that knocked you up in the bed you share with your man." He grabbed my hand and held it against his hardening shaft. "See how much you turn daddy on? Feel that precum slowly leaking out?" I felt his precum on my hands and instinctively took it to my lips. "Good boy... But don't you know that my precum is made to go in your hole? Daddy loves to work it into a hairy cub ass like yours." My hole started to twitch with hunger. "Uhh...daddy....are you really poz?" My voice was shaking as I asked him this important question. I felt his hand reach down to his cock, and the next thing I knew he was pressing his precum into my ass. "Son, yes I am. Are you ok with this?" I felt him work his finger in deeper and deeper. Deep down I was in shock, but at the surface I was a horny cub getting fingered by a toxic daddy. "I know that it can be scary the first time you take a poz load," he said as he stroke my prostate. "Once you take the first one you'll start to crave another." He slowly moved towards me and started to kiss me. His tongue darted into my mouth at the same time he added another finger to my ass. My body shook with pleasure, as he worked more precum into my opening hole. With each stroke he got closer and closer to me craving his cock. "Does cubby want daddy to show him what a second poz load feels like?" All I could was moan and grind my ass onto his fingers. Daddy must've sensed what I wanted because he quickly grabbed the poppers from the nightstand and held them to my nose. "Take a few hits son. Let that piggy cub come back out. Show daddy that you need him to knock you up." The poppers hit me hard and I melted into daddy's hairy chest. "Fuck...me....dad." I said between my popper induced deep breaths. Daddy didn't need any invitation. He swiftly got me on my back, legs up in the air, his dripping cock rubbing my hole. Before I knew what was happening I felt the poppers back under my nose. "Now, son, I want you to take five deep hits. I want to feel your hole opening as I slide my cock into your ass. I want you to think about all the times your husband didn't fuck you and how daddy will fuck you whenever you want." As I took each big hit, I felt daddy slowly slide into my unprotected hole. All of my inhibitions went out the door as I accepted a poz cock. "Good boy....Daddy is going to pump his cum deep in you. Daddy wants to make you just like him." By the time I took my last hit, daddy was thrusting my ass as hard as he could. He had a look of pure sexual lust on his face. His body was glistening with sweat and his cock was getting harder and harder. "Baby boy, your cheating hole feels so good gripping my cock. Who's cock is better? Mine or your husband? Tell me son, tell me." His cock was balls deep in me when he looked right in my eyes and shouted, "son, tell me that I fuck you better then your husband!" his eyes rolled back and he started too slam my ass harder. "Your cock is better dad! Its thicker, and better than my mans small cock!!" I screamed this as I grabbed his back with my legs trying to get him deeper in my ass. "You can give me things he cant! Fuck me daddy. Take my cheating ass and fucking poz me up!!" The poppers had turned me into the cheating pig that was discovered last night. Daddy could sense this and with his free hand he started to choke my throat. The moment he closed my windpipe down I started to cum. "Yeah, you little pig! Shoot that neg cum!!! Grrrr, your ass is pulsating!" My orgasm lasted for what felt like 20 minutes. The moment I felt it start to slow I locked eyes with my ginger bear. "Fuck son. Daddys cumming! Daddys knocking up your cheating ass right.....right....right now!" He let out a wild grunt and scream as I felt his dick pulsate in my ass. His dick was as deep as it could go and it felt like he was unloading a gallon of toxic jizz. I was in heaven and in hell at the same time. Before I could say anything daddy fell on top of me and started to kiss me again and in between kisses he said, "Than you son for letting me take your poz virginity. Thank you for letting me show you how sex should be. You ass is mine now." The weight of his body mixed with my load was one of the most erotic feelings I've ever experienced. Twenty minutes passed before he got off of me. We both got out of bed and admired the messy sheets. The combination of cum, sweat and blood from my ass made my dick twitch, as well as made my mind race. I now had two huge poz loads deep in my guts. I had cheated on Jack with the same man in less then 12 hours. My face must've had a worried look on it because I felt an arm go around me. I nuzzled into the sweaty pits of the ginger daddy and took in the smell. In less then a day I went from a devoted husband, to a chasing, cheating, bottom pig. Jack was gone for another two weeks and I wondered what other mischief I was going to get into....

Sorry, The London Patient Is In Remission, Not 'Cured' Of HIV Don't let the headlines confuse you or Trump convice you that we can cure HIV. That's not how to erradicate the virus. https://goo.gl/As3xx7 I think most people missed the real point, that is not the cure, rather what we may learn from the fact that after the transplant the virus seems to be gone.

Met up with a guy from Squirt. His profile pic showed a sizeable cock tenting the front of his pants. He arrives at my door and we realize we’ve played together before. He’s married to a woman and only gets to play once in a while He comes in and immediately starts to kiss me and feel me all over, he’s horny. We head to the bedroom and get undressed. He gets on top me and starts to kiss me all the way down and suck me. We flip places and I do the same. I also rim him, he is really loving my tongue in his hole. His cock is banana shaped with a big curve, makes it a little challenging to suck. But it’s about 7, thick. I push his legs back a little and put our dicks together. I grab the lube and grease our cocks while still jerking us off together. He’d loving the feeling. I decide to move up and sit on top of him and place his dick so it can slide up and down my crack. We continue to kiss while he slides up and down, I push my hips so his cock head is pushing at my hole. This is when he says, can you get a condom? I ignore his request and continue to slide a little more of him in me and pull back waiting for him to decide to drive it deep. We fo this game for a little longer and finally I start to get him in all the way. He slides in and I feel that curve hitting my prostrate. At this point he says again, about that condom. I just smile and grind my ass against his cock. He says he’s not going to last long and within seconds he is dropping his load in me. I start to jerk my cock while pushing against his cock in my hole, doesn’t take me long and I explode all over him. Im glad he finally gave up on the condoms, he just needed a little persuasion, like most “straight” guys He gets up and cleans up and goes home to the wife. I decide to hold my load in me until I can’t hold it anymore, after having Valentine’s dinner with my lover at home. Looking forward to my next hot married load.

Update. Ex dumped his bf after I sent Snapchats of me knocking up the chemmed up pig. The bf is a mess and hopefully too distraught and upset to remember to get PEP. Job done.

Chapter 2 When I got back to the Pub at eight the night was dark and the streetlights were on. There was a hum of music coming from the pub but the street was fairly quiet aside from the occasional passing car coming into or out of town. As I walked back down the side alley and through the door I was greeted by the same bunch of stares and smiles as I walked in and up to the bar. A few of the guys from earlier were still there propping up the bar, some looking a little more worse than before. The boss who had interviewed me before was working behind the bar this time, and he greeted me with a big cheer and shouted to all the patrons that I was the new starter tonight. “Be kind and lets break him in gently eh!”. The bar laughed as he lead me into the back. When I walked around the bar to follow him my eyes bulged slightly. Whilst still in the tight dirty white wifebeater, he had now stripped off his shorts and was wearing a tight red BIKE jock strap. Following behind him I could see (and smell) his chunky hairy arse. It was a big size on this tank of a man and was just as hairy as his chest with a thick sightly damp trail right down between cheeks. I was still staring as he turned around and I practically bumped straight into his chest. I apologized quickly as he looked down with his big devilish smile. “Right first let's get you changed,” and without pausing, and finding little resistance in me, for a second time he removed my t-shirt, tossing it onto a nearby beer barrel. “Those too,” he said pointing to my jeans as he watched me nervously peel them down my legs revealing the same jock I had been wearing earlier. “Right, that's a lovely jock, but don't get me wrong: it's a bit too fashion-and-fancy for tonight. So let's get you into this,” he said as he looked around and grabbed a yellow BIKE jock that had been throw on the dirty concrete floor. “This will be perfect for you tonight and should show you off nicely." I turned around and slowly peeled off my jock and placed it on top of my tshirt and pulled the yellow jock up. It was slightly moist and had a few stains in the front. I tried not to think about it as I tucked my dick and balls into the material and adjusted the straps around my arse. “Right lets have a look at you." I was spun round and his big shovel hands cradled my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. He shook it about a bit and I moaned as I tried not to get aroused, but this was the first action I'd had in months. “Ah, ha. You are a sensitive lad aren't you?” he laughed, giving my hardening cock a playful tap. “Right, leave your clothes there. I'll show you around the place quick." He led me round the back and showed me where the barrels and pumps were, and where the boxes of snacks were. He walked me round the front of the bar where the customers cheered as I was paraded around and shown behind the bar, explaining what beers and ales were on draft, how the till worked and where and how to wash the glasses. Then he asked one of the older patrons to show me around the place while he served some customers. “Follow me lad, I'll show you the best bits,” said the frail looking man as he took my hand with a surprisingly firm grip and walked about. “This is the main area, obviously. This is whats open during the day and sometimes gets pretty busy. It depends who is working and whats on show,” he wheezed a brittle laugh as he kept walking me round. “Down here are the toilets and play rooms. These can get a bit busy in the evenings when they open. Lots of fun can be had in the dark," giving me a knowing wink. I felt uneasy but if he was a regular and clearly the boss liked him and I needed the job. I smiled back and feigned interest asking “What sort of play rooms are down there?” He continued to drag me down the corridor and we turned into a dark room. It smelt of stale piss. I could make out a few pieces of large equipment, such as a large wooden X propped against a wall, one of those old stocks which would mobilize one's head and arms in a specific manner, and a chair covered in leather straps to presumably hold someone in place. “Oh wow, I wasn't expecting anything like this” I said, eyes wide open. “I never would have guessed that a little pub would have stuff like this." “Ha” he wheezed back “Oh this isn't any ordinary pub. That's why a lot of us come down here This bar offers a chance to have some fun and enjoy ourselves. I reckon you'll fit in well, I hope.” With that his old frail hand moved down, and began squeezing my exposed butt. “You are such a smooth boy, aren't you?” he asked as his boney continued to explore between my cheeks, finding my hole in the process. “Erm, sorry this is a little much for me. This is my first night and I don't want to get into trouble,” I said as I tried to excuse myself but already his dry finger had found my hole and was probing its way in. His nails were sharp and brittle. “Ow fuck stop” I said as I tried to jump up but his other arm wrapped tight around my waist and pulled be back onto his finger as it pushed in deeper. “Fuck, please stop,” I whispered as he worked it down to the last knuckle and waggled it inside me. I couldn't figure out why I was whispering. I was essentially being raped by some old man in a pub. I should have be shouting, but then I needed the job and I didn't want any trouble. “Alright boy just give me a quick kiss, eh?" He closed his eyes and leaned in. His old skinny face loomed closer as I saw the dark circles under his eyes and his puckered lips leaning in. His finger still deep in me scratching at my insides. I leaned i n and tried to get away with a little peck but one hand wrapped around my neck as he promptly pulled his dry finger straight out my hole making me shout out in pain. He seized the opportunity and I felt his tongue invade my mouth as he held my head tight in place. I allowed him to tongue me, a man old enough to be my grandfather. There was a cough from the door and my Boss was standing there crossed arms. “You can have as much fun as you want later lad, but right now I need to teach you how to pull a pint, eh,” he chuckled. “Sorry Steve, the boy couldn't keep his hands off me what was I to do?” chuckled the old man as he slunk out and headed back to the bar. My boss, Steve, walked up to me as I tried to figure out what had just happened and how I felt about it. “Listen kid, you are more than welcome to make out with the customers to get some good tips. I ain't gonna kick off about that. Just make sure you keep an eye on the bar as well. This is a business after all." I started to offer some apologies, to explain how he had forced himself on me, but Steve quickly put a finger on my lips, chuckled and commented “Listen, you can say whatever you want, but this seems to be telling me all I need to know, eh?" With that Steve gently squeezed my cock, which was rock hard, although still contained by the jock. I hadn't noticed. Why was that a turn on? What was happening? I wondered. “Now come on let's finish training you the bar,” said Steve as he put a big hairy arm round my shoulders and began walking me back to the bar and the waiting crowd.

2019 my goal is... take 100, share 125 current count 1/23/19  11 loads taken  14 loads given On Monday I went to Steamworks for Anonymous Monday, I took my hood a caught 4 loads. One was a soda can dick that definitely knew how to pound a butt. I gave 2 loads. I’ve had a busy weekend breeding a few travelers in the area.

Yeah, love reading about the innocents getting fucked with poz cum?

In an alleyway at the side of a straight pub in west London. It was full of an after work crowd and I caught the eye of a thirty something lad who was with a group of colleagues and seemed to work for a large city firm of solicitors. We cruised each other and ended up outside in an alleyway. He sucked me for a while and then dropped his pants and turned round. I fucked him bareback, pants down in the alley. I knew we would have to be quick so I fucked him as hard as I could and shot my load right up him. I think he had had quite a lot to drink but he seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. Probably one of my most public and risky fucks.

Chapter V I had to open my mouth very wide to get the head of Steve's cock in my mouth. I could taste his precum and it was a lot of it. I couldn't believe someone had that much and I slowly sucked on his head. His hand on the back of my head didn't push me down but just gently held me there. He was whispering to me and telling me how good that felt. I had no idea what to do really but just kind of sucked and licked his cock head. I was thinking, what the hell am I doing and why and I had no idea but could not seem to stop myself? There was little taste but what there was wasn't too bad and I kind of was getting turned on as he moaned softly. I kept it up for a bit and it must have been a good 5 minutes or more and then I felt his hand on the back of my head gently pushing down and I tried to open my mouth even further to take his huge pole in me. Soon I felt it hit into my throat and I started to gag and he let up on my head and eased out just a bit until I could breathe better and then back in gently. He kept it up and eventually I could tell he was going down into my throat a ways, still not all of his 12" but I would guess that I was taking a good 9" or maybe a little more in. He then started to help me as he started to raise up off of the bed and fucking my mouth. I could hardly believe that he was still producing so much precum but I was beginning to love the taste and his cock in my mouth felt wonderful. As I was sucking him I felt his hands start to pull me around on the bed till he could reach my cock. As he took ahold of me it dawned on me that I was hard as a rock again. Usually took me a lot longer to get up after cumming like I had when he had sucked me. He started to stroke my cock nice and easy and slow as I continued to suck him. He then pushed on me some and the next thing I knew I was on my side and then on my back and his cock was still in my mouth. Steve then all at once pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to wait a minute as he wanted to get something out of his pack. He grabbed it real quick, opened it and reached in and it looked like he got a tube of something out of it. He turned back and was already squeezing some of it onto his cock and told me I was going to love this. I asked what that was and he told me it was flavored lube. I had heard of that but never tried any and as he got it rubbed all over his cock he climbed on top of me and leaned over to put some on my cock also. As he did that I for once was not looking at his cock and he was sitting on his ass so I was looking at his back and noticed he had a tramp stamp tat, but only got a glimpse of it as he again raised up and lowered his cock towards my mouth. The tat had seemed to be some sort of almost circular figure but kind of openings around it too, just too quick for me to see it good. As his cock came down I opened my mouth and guided it in myself this time and started to suck him again. He was right, too, as the flavor turned out to be one of my favorite things, Strawberry. I really went to town sucking then and felt his mouth envelope my cock too. I was almost in heaven with the feelings and the flavors and I thought this is great, crazy but great. As we were both sucking, every once in a while he would stop and lift up and reach down and rub a little more of the lube on his cock for me and then would dribble it on my cock and I could feel it running down my cock and balls and into the crac of my ass. About the fourth time he did that I felt his hands on my ass and they were massaging my cheeks again and then one hand ran up and down the crack and around in a circle of my hole again. The tickle about drove me wild again. All at once he went deep on my cock with his mouth and as he did I felt a finger push against my hole and with all the lube it started to enter and I lifted right up off of the bed and was moaning around his cock at the pleasure. I then felt his finger come back out and he grabbed my legs with both hands and raised them way up as far as he could and then I felt his mouth come off of my cock and his tongue licked down the underside of it and then he was licking and sucking my balls for a little bit. Steve then went down lower and all at once I felt his tongue licking around my hole and again the feeling made me lift right off of the bed. He kept licking around my hole for a bit and then I felt him dribble more lube on my hole and his tongue was on my hole and pushing to get in. I about went crazy from it and lifted my ass trying to get more and more and I could feel his tongue enter a little bit. He kept that up for a while driving me wilder and wilder and then I felt his hand again come there also. As he kept licking my hole I felt his finger there again and this time it slipped right in. He kept licking and then I felt more lube being applied and his finger going in slow circles as he seemed to be trying to make my hole open more or something. Pretty soon if felt like another finger was in me too and the feelings were getting more and more intense. I was loving this and wanted to keep on going. His cock was magnificent in my mouth and I sucked him as good as I could. Soon it felt like he had more than two fingers in me and he was hitting something in my hole again that was driving me even more wild than before and then he quit licking me and looked over his shoulder at me and asked how I liked that, I stopped sucking him long enough to mumble around his cock that it felt great and he told me he now had all 4 of his fingers in my hole and my eyes had to pop out of my head almost when he said that. I didn't know a hole could open that far before and let his cock out of my mouth long enough to tell him that. He kind of laughed and said it could take more than that. WIthout taking his fingers out he then turned around on the bed and was between my legs then facing me and started to suck me more as he pushed my legs even higher up raising my ass off of the bed completely and I craned my neck to see . He was looking me right in the eyes and smiling around my cock in his mouth. He then let loose and keeping his fingers in my hole and turning and twisting them and driving them in and out too and sometimes I could feel his fingernails scrape some but it was so much pleasure they didn't matter. Steve then leaned more and started to kiss my cock and then up across my stomach and then to my chest, licking and sucking and kissing. As he got to my chest he detoured a little and sucked on a nipple and then across to the other one, never taking his eyes off of mine while doing it. Up he came until his head was right above mine and he was smiling and looking me right in the eyes and I felt his huge cock against my ass and next to his fingers still in my hole. He then asked me if I wanted the best thing yet or not. I could not think of a thing better than what I was feeling right then and I told him I was ready if he could do something that was better but couldn't think of anything better. He really grinned then and all at once he pulled his fingers out of my ass and I felt the huge head of his cock push in. I almost jumped out of my skin. I asked him what the hell are you doing and he told me he was doing just what he had said and I should take it and enjoy. I was pretty much upside down almost and pinned down and could really not do much anyway. I was wondering again what the hell am I doing? He held still for a bit letting my hole get used to the head of his cock in me and then started to push forward and I could feel his cock entering me little by little. I told him it was hurting some and he said that it would go away soon. He kept up the pressure and then lifted his body up some and I looked down to see that at least 3/4ths of his cock was in me now. I was shocked and had no idea I could take that much in me. His cock was so big I could feel it entering and it was hitting that spot continually now that his fingers had been hitting and the pleasure was starting to kick in again. I was squirming now and he told me he knew I would love that and started to pull back and then in again slow and easy rubbing my spot in and out and my own cock was tingling and nobody touching it. He kept up the slow rhythm for a while and then started to get a little faster and harder and soon he raised up again and as I looked down there I could see as well as feel his entire 12" of cock were entering me and I could feel his balls slap my ass on the instroke. He had been right, the pleasure was now far more than it had been before. I was now moaning and almost begging for more. As he quickened his pace some more he began to talk to me. He was telling me how great my nolonger virgin ass felt. It gripped him tight and he love the feeling and it was making him want to pound my hole faster and harder. He was also saying things I had no idea of like, going to seed your hole, going to mix our DNA, going to pour my babie in you and they will grow more in you, you are joining the club now, going to poz that hole good. I had no idea what he was talking about but it felt so good I didn't want to ever stop. He pounded my hole and got faster and harder and I don't know how but seemed to get deeper too. It felt better than anything I had ever felt before and I hoped it would go on forever. After what had to be a good half hour he really got to pounding my hole even harder and looked me in the eye again and asked me if I was ready for his cum in me as he was ready to cum and he told me when he did I would love it too. I told him to fill me up if it feels so good. He then rammed me and almost doubled me up with about a dozen more really hard thrusts and then groaned and told me here it is, take my poz cum. His cock was so big and buried so deep in my hole I felt every vibration of it and then felt the heat of his cum as it entered me and he kept cumming and cumming and grinding into me. After what seemed like several minutes he finally quit cumming and collapsed on me. His cock seemed to stay up quite a bit and then I noticed that my own cock had cum also and I hadn't touched it and his orgasm had pretty much overcome mine so I just now felt how good my own cock felt too. Steve's cock finally went down enough to fall out of my hole and he held me tight and kissed my neck and kind of rolled off of me. He was whispering to me how good that had been and hoped his seed took. Had no idea what he was talking about but I was too wrapped up in the afterglow of great sex to think about it. He kind of rolled onto his stomach then and laid there with his head turned to me looking at me and smiling. I returned the look and smile also. I then told him I had to get up and go pee. He just told me to hurry back. I went to the bathroom and as I started to pee, I could feel something running down my legs. I reached between my legs and got some of it on my fingers and then looked to see it. It appeared to be his cum running out of my ass, and a lot of it, and then I looked closer as there was definitely streaks of red in it. I thought to myself what the hell did his huge cock tear me open somehow. I got done and went back to him and asked him to take a look at my ass. He asked what was wrong and I told him it looked like some blood leaking out of my hole. He looked and said it looked like blood to him but not to worry. I asked why and he said he probably scratched me with his fingernails but that was what he had wanted to do. I asked what the hell for and he told me it made it better for his babies to get into my system. I told him I didn't understand that at all and then he said to look at his back. I then got a good look at his tat and noticed it did look like something I had seen before but couldn't place it. I told him it was a nice tat but so what. He then told me that was a biohazard tat and he was positive. I then told him oh ok now I remember and I am positive that is what it is too. He laughed and told me he knew what it was, but what he meant was that he is positive, HIV positive. My mouth dropped open and had to have hit the floor. I stammered, what the hell have you done to me? He then told me he has scratched me inside on purpose and had fucked me as hard as he could to make sure of more possible tears inside of me so the virus would be sure to get into my blood fast. I could only sit and stare and wonder again, what the hell was I doing? Just a few short hours ago I had been totally straight, married and never fooled around and then had picked up a hitchhiker and now had had gay sex with him and then found out he was hiv positive and he had cut me up inside my ass and it was most likely in my blood already. It dawned on me that he was talking again and telling me how hot I had been and didn't I love the feelings? Wasn't it the best sex I had ever had? As he was talking I also noticed he was stroking his huge cock and it was almost all the way up again. I found I could not take my eyes off of it as it grew to its full length and hardness again. I could only think omg it is magnificent and reached for it again. Before the night was done he had fucked me three more times and had cum in me 4 times more and I had loved every minute of it. I was to be there for two weeks of work and invited him to stay the whole time before taking off to hitchhike again.

Becoming a Poz Cum Dump (Part 2) We then went up to his room where he got on his computer. As he sat at his desk and typed away on his pc, I was on the floor between his legs sucking his cock. I didn’t know what more he had planned for me, but the way I was feeling, I didn’t really care. As I sucked and sucked slowly his cock came back to life. Then he stood up and led me back to the sling where I was again restrained. He left me there for a few minutes when I heard a knock at the door. There were voices coming from the outer room as I lay there with my plugged up ass exposed. He came back in with a couple syringes; one was without a needle on it and the other was your typical needle type similar to the one he used earlier on me. He placed the tubing around my left arm and like before he when he gave me something that turned me into a cum hungry bottom. He stuck the needle in my arm and I was given more of what ever drug he gave me earlier. One of his friends approached my hole and pulled out the butt plug. Before my hole could close up the needleless syringe was shoved in as far as it would go and the contents emptied into my ass. At that moment the tubing around my arm was removed and I felt an increase in the warmth I felt throughout my body. I heard a ringing in my ears. The guy pulled the syringe from my hole and shoved his cock in me. He looked over to our host and asked, “How many loads he got in there already?” “I pumped in 5 loads. They have been marinating in there for about an hour now but needs something a little special added.” The guy fucking me groaned as he began to fuck me. Thoughts raced through my head as I looked down at the stud fucking me and saw a symbol tattooed around his belly button that I had seen in my high school biology lab. I wasn’t sure exactly what it meant, but knew it wasn’t a good symbol. As he fucked me I noticed 2 other friends standing behind him all stroking their hard cocks. The guy fucking me grunted out as he shot what felt like a gallons worth of cum deep inside me. He fucked me for a few minutes more before he pulled out and was replaced by our host. He fucked me for a good 15-20 minutes before he pulled out. Then the next friend stepped up and fucked me. I was glad I was drugged up because this guy had a huge cock with a 0g PA. I knew he had to be tearing me up on the inside. He pounded me without showing any mercy. He looked me in the eye when he shot his load in me. Again our host fucked me for a while before the last friend took his turn at my hole. This guy fucked me longer than the previous 2 friends did. When he was close to depositing his load to mix with the others he began to breathe heavy and he was sweating like he had been in a steam room. He slammed into me so hard I thought his cum would spurt out of my mouth as he unloaded his seed into me. After his friends were dressed he walked them to the door. I could barely make out what was being said in the outer room. I tried my best to make it out what he was saying, “The stupid cunt came over looking to get laid. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. Serves the cunt right to get knocked up after this.” Knocked up? What the fuck does that mean?