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You can read this as comic parody or anything else, just enjoy. As you can tell,my first attempt . The Set Up Seth rang the doorbell to the old brownstone on the south end of town. It was a dark, drizzly October night. The streets were quiet and wet, and the air smelled of decaying leaves. “So this is the fisting club Jack told me about,” Seth thought. Just then his phone rang. “Hey Seth, listen -- I'm sorry, but I’m not going to be able to make it tonight. Have you left for the party yet?” It was his friend, Jack. “Yeah, I'm here already – and I just rang the doorbell!” The door opened. Seth's eyes bugged out. Standing there was 6 feet, 4 inches of pure testosterone. Bald. Built. Salt and pepper beard. Icy blue eyes. A black tank barely covered a hairy torso. The man’s jeans were spread wide open at the crotch, with a bulging white jockstrap lewdly spilling out. Seth noticed a heavy PA visible through the overstretched fabric. The guy was at least 50. Fuck! Seth’s cock sprang up instantly. “Yeah, Seth, I’m sorry, man,” Jack continued on the phone. “I just came down with something suddenly. If you’re already there, go ahead and introduce yourself to the guys. Remember, it's Tops’ Night.” The man at the door stood aside and silently invited Seth to step inside the house. “Ok, well, I'm here. Someone just answered the door, so I'll probably just stay for a few minutes. Sorry you’re not feeling well, Jack. I'll call you tomorrow.” “Was that Jack?” The man asked, in a bass voice. He pressed his jock into Seth’s ass while closing the door. “He called here, too, just before you arrived. Guess he's under the weather. You must be his friend, Seth.” The man extended a large, hairy hand. “Hi. Yes, I’m Seth.” The man towered over Seth’s small, lean but defined build. “I didn’t know Jack was sick. If you want - - I can just go back, I mean . . . I don't want to be a bother or anything.” Seth babbled, clearly nervous. “Oh, why don't you stay for a while, since you’re here already.” The man made no pretense of checking out Seth’s small, bubble ass. He grinned to himself when he realized his cock was turning to steel from just looking at it. “Why don’t you come downstairs, I’ll show you the place and you can meet some of the guys. . . . Jack mentioned you might be interested in joining the club.” The man’s tone was suggestive. “Well, ok . . . if you don’t mind.” Seth was nervous and excited at the same time. “And yes, I'd like to join the club. . . I'm just not sure I'm experienced enough -- but I’d love to get trained to take a fist someday!” “Then you’ve come to the right place,” the man grinned. “We can give you as much as you need, Seth, and even more – turn you into a real pig. C'mon, let's get that sweet ass of yours downstairs.” Seth hesitated. He and Jack were buds only since August, when Seth started as a freshman at the local college. Jack and Seth hit it off at the campus gym, and then, later, in their off campus rooms. They quickly discovered they were both into ass play. Jack introduced Seth to taking fingers and some of Jack’s dildos. The freshman was a natural. Seth wanted a whole fist someday, but thoroughly enjoyed getting his ass stuffed in the meantime. He usually ended up spewing a pint of cum before Jack got anywhere near using his hand. Beyond fingers and toys, though, neither fucked the other – they found out they were both bottoms. They frequently confided in each about their tastes in top men, their fantasies and sexual interests. A couple of weeks ago, Jack mentioned a local fisting club, and suggested Seth join him there one night as his guest. Jack said there was a smaller group that sometimes got together - Top's Night, they called it. It was for some tops in the club to have their way with a single bottom for one night – anything goes. Jack was invited to be a bottom, and said he would ask the guys about bringing Seth along. Just last week, Jack told Seth the guys agreed for Seth to join them. Seth knew Jack would be the center of attention that night, but cleaned out his own ass anyway before heading out, just in case his ass saw a little side action. “I'm Vince, by the way,” the stud said as he started to descend the stairs off the entrance hallway. “Umm, nice to meet you, Sir.” Seth had not even thought about using the term “Sir,” it just seemed right. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but so far, this was very hot. “So, are you expecting many people tonight?” Seth asked. “As it happens, just a few here tonight. A select few. But all tops.” When they got to the bottom of the stairs, Vince opened a heavy metal door to the right side of the dark basement landing. Inside, Seth first noticed a bare concrete floor and stone walls. The room was dark, with darker corridors leading back into unknown areas. Around the room were some old heavy leather chairs and ottomans, a wooden table and a small refrigerator. A red lamp dimly lit the room from a corner. Old sex and fisting posters were on the walls. Seth made out three other men in the room. “This is our ‘social room,’" Vince said. “Hey men, no Jack tonight, but this is his friend, Seth. Seth, meet some friends. I have to make a quick call upstairs, but I’ll be back in a sec.” Vince stepped out again with his cellphone. The door clanked shut. Seth found himself in the darkened room with what felt like a wolf pack leering at him. The man closest to Seth whistled. “Holy mother, that is one fucking hot piece of ass.” He shoved his hand out toward Seth. He was shirtless, with a broad hairy chest like Vince, and wore a red jockstrap which was stretched to the limits by a thick, heavy cock. “I'm Bob - nice to meet you – and that hot ass of yours.” Seth shook Bob's hand. He first noticed the hand’s girth, but then something else. Something sticky. Seth then saw the precum leaking through the stretched fabric of Bob’s jock, stringing down to the concrete floor. Seth’s own cock twitched. “Hi Seth, Frank here.” Frank was a little younger than Vince and Bob, probably 48 or so. Still, over twice Seth’s age. Frank, too, was shirtless, except for a black armband with a red spider or something on it. He wore tight cotton shorts clearly displaying a huge slab of meat extending to the leg opening on his thigh. “What's with all these guys?” Seth thought. “All hung like bulls.” The third man, Kirk, wore just a white jockstrap contrasting against his skin. He, too, was older, but lean, with six-pack and a thick piece of meat standing straight up, extending over the waistband by at least five inches. Kirk just grinned at Seth, while his dick twitched and a huge glob of precum oozed out of his piss slit and ran down the shaft. Seth gasped, before he noticed a pair of handcuffs and a thick rubber trungeon on a small table next to Kirk. Then he shuddered. “Why don’t you relax, Seth – Have some of this and we can talk a bit.” Bob handed Seth a fat smoke and a bottle of Gatorade. Seth took a deep inhale and passed it back, but Bob motioned Seth to finish it, and passed a few others to the men. “Why don’t you change down the hall, if you like. There’s also a bathroom there if you wanted to freshen up.” While smoking and getting hornier by the minute, Seth went to the small bathroom off the hallway and stripped off his leather jacket, jeans and t-shirt. He stepped back into the dark den just wearing his jockstrap, boots and an old high school baseball cap, while finishing the last of his smoke. He looked - and felt - like a horny slut offering himself up to a group of older men he didn’t even know. Vince was back in the room, saying something about someone running late, when he abruptly stopped. “Geez, kid, you’re going to get raped wearing that. . . . We need to talk now, before this gets out of hand. Want to talk about maybe submitting tonight? “Absolutely,” Seth said, although it was more the smoke and his hungry hole speaking for him. “Well, there are a few things you should know first.” Vince paused for several seconds. “First, our small group here gets into other things besides just fisting.” “That’s cool,” Seth said, “I get into other things too, so ….” Vince cut him off, “No, wait, just listen.” Another pause. “Jack confided in us that you both get turned on by conversion stories you’ve read on certain sites. Now, before you say anything, you should know we don’t think you’re sick or strange or bad or anything like that. As a matter of fact, everyone here gets off on the same scene. We get off on it a lot. Call us perverts - not many of us into it, so we stick together. And sometimes some of us do more than just share stories. We share our virus. And sometimes we get a chance to actually breed a neg ass, like yours. Yeah, you heard me – we get off trying to infect willing neg guys by pumping them full of our poz cum. Frankly, if you stay, that is what we will want to do to you.” Seth sat down, dumbfounded. He tried to think about what he just heard, but he was incapable of figuring out what was happening. Getting fucked and bred by a poz top was his hottest, darkest, and most secret fantasy. It made him shoot enormous loads every time he thought of it. He just couldn’t believe Jack and these four tops secretly set this whole thing up. They obviously were into dangerous poz/neg fucking as much as he was. “This whole night was planned, with Jack’s help, to give you a chance to pursue your fantasy, as far as you want - and, admittedly, to give us a chance to knock you up. So far, I’d say every sign is pointing in that direction, but instead of you making a decision this second, why don’t we just start off slowly, maybe a little foreplay. You can make a decision later – and say “stop” at any time. But you’ve been warned: everyone here wants to get his poz cum into your ass. Sound like a plan, at least for the moment?” Seth silently nodded an “ok.” He would definitely like to start something with these older studs. The experience, at least, would provide him with a ton of jackoff material later. He could also see about going on PrEP tomorrow, if things got out of hand. “Oh, and I forgot,” Vince added. “We’re usually undetectable.” Victor paused another second. “But to get a leg up on tonight’s goal, we went off our meds a couple of weeks ago – all of us, including someone joining us later. That means the level of virus in our bodies has spiked. Way up. Our cum is toxic. So don’t count on our shooting blanks into that neg ass of yours.” Seth’s heart skipped several beats.

Part II of II (for now). Vince moved his hand underneath Seth’s jock and cupped his ass without waiting for any response. His palm practically covered one cheek, while his fingers extended into Seth’s crack and rubbed the entrance to the kid’s hole. Vince led Seth down a dark corridor that fed into another, even darker room. The other men followed, stroking their own hard, drooling cocks. When Seth’s eyes adjusted to the dim light, he could make out slings, fuck benches and sex furniture throughout the room. Chains, ropes and slit slings hung from the dark ceiling. On one wall, shelves were lined with dildos and plugs, from small to obscenely huge. On another wall, there were floggers, paddles, prison straps and restraints of all sorts. The room smelled of cigars, cum and poppers. A low rhythmic beat came from somewhere beyond the darkness. It was warm and humid. The floor was sticky. “And this . . . this is what we call the ‘play room,’” Vince hoarsely whispered in Seth’s ear. “but tonight, maybe we should call it the pozzing room.” Vince’s fingers started to push against Seth’s hole. Hawking a wad of spit, Vince pushed half of his middle finger into his target. Seth unconsciously arched his back, spread his legs and ground his butt against Vince’s thick finger. “Yeah, horny little fucker, aren’t you?” Vince thrust in his entire finger and began strong, circular motions to warm up the freshman’s cunt. Seth rode one, then two, then three spit-soaked fingers. “Oh yeah, that’s it, boy, ride that hand.” Vince discretely added his precum to the spit lube and continued to stretch out Seth’s hole. “Fuckin’ hot hole, boy,” Vince purred. “That’s going to feel nice around my poz cock.” Unknown hands, meanwhile, worked Seth’s body and nips. Bob’s sticky fingers parted Seth’s lips. Bob pushed several into Seth’s mouth. Seth coated them with spit, tasting Bob’s precum. Slowly but insistently, Bob pushed his fingers deeper back into Seth’s throat, making Seth gag. “That’s it, boy,” Bob encouraged, as he pushed even deeper, “gag for me, kiddo. That’s it. Take it, boy.” Seth was slobbering and lubing up Bob’s hand when Bob growled, “Let’s get this boy bent over, NOW.” The men bent Seth over the nearest fuck bench in a dark corner. He kneeled on pads at one end, and his forearms were placed on padded rests towards the front. His thighs were spread wide, and his ass was elevated by a padded mound at the end of the bench, totally rendering his hole vulnerable to four drooling cocks behind him. Before he realized what was happening, the men tied Seth’s wrists, waist, thighs and ankles to the bench, which in turn was firmly bolted to the concrete floor. Seth couldn’t move if he wanted, and curriously, he had no desire to go anywhere. Instead, Seth gyrated his ass in hunger and ground his dick into the padded bench. His enticements didn’t go unanswered. The first glob of spit hit the center of Seth’s hole with such force it splattered. Then another wad hit him - bullseye. Then another, and another. An onslaught of spit, coming from different directions, drenched Seth’s ass. The mucus ran down Seth’s balls. Various fingers, sometimes doubling up, took turns pushing the slime deep up Seth’s hole, until Seth’s ass was a leaking mess of spit and precum from all four men. Seth’s ass was already in overdrive when he felt Vince’s hot breadth and beard on his ass. “Fuuuck,” Vince muttered as his mouth clamped down on Seth’s hole. Vince was voracious. He tongued, sucked and bit like a starved animal, all the while adding more spit up Seth’s soaked hole. Vince finally came up for air and stood. His thick, pierced cock aimed straight at the kid’s open hole. Someone cracked a capsule under Seth’s nose and made him inhale. Seth went into the ozone as Vince speared the kid’s hole with half his pierced dick. Seth only groaned. Vince moved his cock slowly back and forth, sinking more of his piece into Seth with every forward motion. Vince was mildly surprised when his unloaded a couple of small squirts, but continued silently to thrust back and forth, until his cock was balls deep up Seth’s gut. He ground his PA and poz fluids into the walls of Seth’s ass for a couple of minutes. The kid was only making sounds, and none of them protests. So Vince pulled back and thrust hard and deep one more time. He immediately unloaded huge ropes of viral-laden cum into the kid’s cunt. Vince knew it was only his first load of the night. He could cum like a twenty-one year-old when inspired like this. He just wanted to get a load in before the young man began having second thoughts. The “slow foreplay” idea was quickly forgotten. Someone fed Seth another ampule of amyl while Bob took Vince’s place. Bob’s dick was thick and long, but Seth pushed back enthusiastically against Bob’s groin, encouraging the older stud to tear up his ass and deposit his own DNA. Bob did not disappoint. This time Seth yelped from Bob’s pummeling, but he never indicated he wanted it to stop. Like Vince, Bob did not hold off very long, and soon added a huge dose of virus into Seth’s tenderized ass. Bob continued to lewdly thrust his hips forward for several minutes, trying to get squeeze every drop into the horny kid. Kirk walked over to a shelf, and came back with what appeared to be a long bottle brush. He stood in front of Seth’s face and spoke for the first time while stroking the brush like a dildo. “Care for a little cleaning?” Kirk smiled. The bristles were stiff. Seth’s eyes widened. “Just something to scratch your insides a little – for my special delivery.” This time Seth did yell “noooooo,” but the men held Seth down, and gave him more amyl while Kirk worked the brush up Seth’s ass. Kirk thrust and twisted only a few times before he pulled the brush out and dropped it to the floor. His long dick was already smeared with poz cum when he shoved it deep into Seth’s ass. Like clockwork, he, too, quickly unloaded into the kid and spurted off five or six shots. Seth was soaked, inside and out. His ass was gaping and leaking thick cum which covered his balls and dripped to the floor. Frank began to take up position when Seth asked if he could stand up and take a break for a few minutes. The men agreed - Frank, most reluctantly. They plugged Seth’s ass and went back to the “social room.” While drinking and smoking, Vince asked Seth whether he might be up for some fisting later. Seth said he was open to the idea, but doubted whether he could take a fist after the rough fucking. “But definitely up for a few more rounds, if anyone else is,” Seth grinned. Frank whooped and grabbed his crotch when the metal door opened and the late arrival entered. Both his and Seth’s mouths dropped to the floor. “Seth??” barely came out of the man’s mouth. “Dad?” Seth answered increduously. “Son, what the fuck?” Seth hadn’t seen his Dad in years. His Dad provided well for Seth financially, but lived a separate and private life on the coast, away from Seth, his Mom and her new husband. The thought occurred to Seth to visit his father after Seth went off to college, but the thought hadn’t developed into any plan yet. “Whoah, whoah, whoah.” Vince interjected, taking some control over a disaster in the making. “Max, have a smoke. Or two. Seth, you just sit there. I know this is a shock to you both, but let’s talk this out. Seth, we didn’t know Max is your Dad, and Max, we didn’t know our neg boy here was your son. That said, we are where we are.” Vince thought for a second. “Seth, your Dad is one of us. Maybe more than any of us, he is very, very into spreading his virus. He’s actually the one who came up with the idea of this group. Max, don’t react, just listen. Believe it or not, your son is turned on by getting his college butt filled with poz cum. It excites him. He wants it. He’s got a hot little cunt, too - horny and negative. He craves poz cum, whether he could tell you that to you or not. And Seth, don’t deny that you and Jack also got off on trading incest stories, and talking about Dad/Son fucking. Hear that, Max?” Max nodded, silently. “So we can just end this all now and everybody goes home, or we can maybe turn this into something else. You two could make a wet dream true, and agree that what happens here won’t affect who you are to each other outside these rooms.” “Is that true, Son?” Max asked. “You get turned on by a man pumping poz sperm up your ass?” “Yeah, Dad.” Seth admitted in a low voice. “And the incest stuff?” Max added, “You want your old man to breed your ass?” “Yeah, Dad. Is it true you went off your meds so you would be infectious?” Seth asked. “Yeah, Son, I’m more than infectious. My cum is likely toxic.” “And you want to . . . infect me?” Max paused, “Fuck yeah I do. All I could think about for two weeks is pumping this load into some hungry hole. And that hole turns out to be you. I won’t deny it; you’re not the only one who gets off on incest. I'm resisting right now, but I won’t be able to control myself if this goes on much further. Just talking about this is dangerous.” Max addressed that last comment to Vince. Vince grinned as Max took a fourth drag on his smoke. Seth checked out his Dad smoking at the door. He reminded Seth of a former marine sergeant. His Dad had a short, silver buzz cut. His denim shirt was opened to the waist and revealed a fit, hairy torso. Max spread his legs when he noticed Seth’s eyes moving lower to his waist. He knew what was going on in his son’s mind. His thick fuck tool hung down his left thigh. It pulsed visibly through the tight jeans. Seth groaned and got hard again. Max swung the metal door. It closed with a loud clang. Without a word, Seth stood up, turned around, and knelt on the worn leather chair. He arched his back, pushed his ass out, and removed the butt plug along with several globs of cum. “Fuck me, Dad. Make me even more like you.” Max undid the buttons of his jeans while strutting towards his son’s upturned ass. Yeah, his cock was a monster. A drooling monster. It jutted straight out, and got thicker and longer by the second. Seth reached back and lewdly spread his cheeks to show his father his cum dripping hole. Max hissed in approval. He placed his huge drooling cockhead at the entrance to Seth’s hole, and spread the toxic goo up and down. “So my neg son craves poz cock?” Max’s voice was guttural, different. “Oh god, yeah, Dad, breed me.” “I’m going to, kid. With my virus. And with the dick that made you.” Vince fed them both plenty of amyl, and Max shoved his giant cock into Seth in one thrust, causing Seth to cry out. “Forgot to tell you, Seth,” Vince whispered, “but your Dad is also the roughest fucker here. Better have some more amyl.” Max was rough. He fucked like an animal. Seth’s ass got even more torn up, and he loved every second of it. Max shoved with such force the chair slid across the floor to the wall, at which point Max felt multiple blasts of toxic cum being sprayed into his son’s guts. Both father and son screamed at the top of their lungs. Max had not cum so much in years. “Oh, fuck, are we ever going to have some fun.”

Part 5 With Tina doesn’t through his body, coding his mind and taking his thoughts to sleazier places I exposed Bruce to his first raw fuck. The expression on his face was a mixture of pure joy from the pleasure he was receiving and worry knowing that he was putting himself at risk with this raw fuck. The deep, sexual moans that he made with every thrust of my cock told me the pleasure side of the internal argument was winning. The entire situation with Bruce had me so turned on my cock deemed you grow harder. The entire situation with Bruce, the way his body responded to my touch, my cock invading his hole, the look in his eye as I bottomed out my cock deep in his hole weigh dry thrust had me so turned on. I’m sure as Bruce looked up at me he saw a jock who was tenderly giving him what he needed, and (more importantly) something extra that he didn’t know he needed. My cock had already started to drop a steady supply of pre cum that I hoped would stay to change him forever. Although I had yet to sero-convert I knew my body was probably already fling up with the virus. The thought of all that cum I took over the week was filled with enough of the bug there was no way I was going to escape it grasp. From the moment I was first fucked and Jason unloaded inside me I started to feel a change inside me. Not just the fact I discover the pleasure of gay sex, or the connection of bare skin on bare skin, or the intimacy of a man injecting his load directly into my body. My mind began to go to a sleazy place of what I wanted to do with man. How I wanted to please him in so many ways. But right know, this was for me, my fucking Bruce was for my pleasure. Yes Bruce was I the receiving end of a nice cock bringing him to heights of pleasure as the drugs took him to a place (like me) he’d want to return to again and again. I was going to show him the way and Steven was thing to take him there. I began to feel my balls tingle and I began to fuck with more ferocity. Cum began to ooze in a steady stream from Bruce's limp Tina dick I was approaching my impending orgasm. I learned down allowing or two foreheads to touch. I looked into his eyes directly into his soul. We spoke to each other without saying a word. Bruce knew he was about to be his first ever breeding from his first every raw fuck. I have him a quick nod of my head as I one I was about to blow my load inside him any second. Bruce nodded back acknowledging what was about to happen between us. I couldn’t hold back any longer add let loose with a giant roar, “FUCK!! I’M CUMMING BRO. I’M FUCKING BREEDING YOUR ASS!!!!” The look on Bruce's far was a combination of fear and contentment. I slowly worked my cock inside Bruce’s well bred ass while I was hang ready for round two. Bruce’s expression changed to me of cock as I began to fuck him did a second time. I knew I had taken him to a whole new level after my third lead.

Chapter II. A gorgeous brown cock slid through the gloryhole and the other guy gave me an evil grin. He stood me up and lined my leaky hole up to the wall. The unseen man on the other side of the wall groaned as I was forced back onto his raw cock. Then, the guy backed onto mine. His hole was loose and wet, clearly fucked often, and already at least a few times this night. I remained still, moaning into the stranger's neck as the guy on the other side of the wall did all of the work. When he lunged forward, his cock plunged into me and rocked my hips into the guy on my dick. 'Gonna cum! Gonna breed you,' I heard, muffled, through the wall. I felt my ass get slick with his fresh cum and that made me shoot my load into the guy I was fucking. Load #3 in my hole / Load #1 in another guy's hole. The stranger pulled off my cock and kissed me, saying, 'thank you,' into my open mouth. The guy behind the wall backed out of me with a wet juicy plop. I wanted to explore the place a bit and wandered the halls a bit, seeing another gloryhole in a wall. I peeked in to see that it looked into a dim room. There was a fuck bench with a few guys around it, all enjoying a bottom slut in one way or another. I couldn't see the bottom's face, but I saw his beautiful bubble butt, pale and covered with a matt of black hair. It reminded me of my own boy's ass and it made me smile. I wished he were here with me to enjoy this slutty hole-in-the-wall. Literally. Two sexy guys were alternating raw-fucking this lucky slut, with one guy gripping his head and skull-fucking his face. I watched a bit then moved onward to the outdoor pool. It was already dark outside, but the patio area was decently lit. I circled the pool, watching two guys fucking in the shallow end. There was a stand of tall reeds or grass with a trail in a narrow opening. I heard some action going on and stepped through the plants to discover a wooden gazebo with a leather sling in it. (I'm seriously not making this up. If you know the place, vouch for me…) There were two piggy men standing next to the sling, currently occupied by a slim lanky guy, maybe a college freshman. His feet were in stirrups and his ass was hanging off the edge of the sling and one of the guys was sliding his fist into his hungry loose ass. I mean, this freshman's ass was seriously gaping. His ass lips looked meaty as they swallowed the older man's wrist. The other guy was miking the freshman's hard cock, wiping up pearls of precum. He brought one to his lips and savored it. He brought the next one to the fister's mouth, then extended one to me. I lapped it up. These two pigs looked pozitively wasted, with jowly faces, fleshy soft asses, and hard beer-bellies. The freshman in the sling moaned, 'I need a break,' and they helped him out of the sling. He tottered away, bowlegged. One of the guys hopped into the sling and spread his cheeks. He clearly had been taking loads. I stepped forward to slapped my cock against his puffy gash. The other guy grasped my cock and slid in inside the bottom. I eased all the way in. The Guy kept his hand on my cock and I realized his hand was inside the bottom's ass too, gripping my dick. Fuck, it felt good. He eased his hand out and scooped my balls up and plopped them inside the bottom too. What a pig! The man lined up behind me and slid into right me. His cock wasn't big, but it felt so good sloshing around inside me. He grabbed the chains of the sling and rocked his buddy onto my cock and balls. He stayed planted in me but didn't move much. I felt my ass get suddenly warm and wet. I looked down and saw a yellow stream of piss pouring out of my ass. The guy was pissing into me! I'd never been so raunchy, especially not with strangers. Knowing that a stranger was actively pissing into me made me loose my load. I bred the bottom in the sling. Load #2 in another guy's hole. My piss-top jackrabbited into me, splashing his piss everywhere and forcing my still-hard cock out of the sling bottom. He filled me up with grunts as his hard belly rubbed against my back. Load #4 in my hole. To be continued..

Midwestern Bathhouse Prologue. I was out of town for two weeks of job training in a medium-sized midwestern city. On Thursday afternoon, I realized that I had the whole weekend off. I was super horny, sexting with my boy back home, suggesting that he fly out so I could fuck him all weekend. We're open and play bare with other guys, and are getting better and taking loads from strangers. He had done some piggy searching online and suggested I go to a shady part of town to a 'men's club.' He gave me the name of it, and I searched online for it and came up with a really crappy website that looked ten years old. There were some reviews saying it was hit and miss, but Friday nights could be fun. I told my boy I'd go and see what naughty fun I could get into. The next day after work, I took a long shower and cleaned out my ass, not sure what might be in store for me that night. The place was in a white cinderblock building just off the interstate not far from a major college campus, but definitely on the wrong side of the tracks. There was a tall wooden fence off the back of the place that enclosed an outdoor heated pool and hot tub. I texted my boy saying I had arrived and needed to turn off and check my phone. He texted me back saying 'OINK. HAVE FUN!' I replied with a pig emoji and said, 'I WON'T BE ABLE TO TAKE PICS, SO I'LL DESCRIBE IT ALL LATER.' He wrote back, 'MAYBE I'LL SEE IT FOR MYSELF!' I sent him a smiley face and clicked my phone off. Chapter I. The club was 'member's only,' so I had to pay for a one-time membership plus admission. The guy behind the check-in glass was a short stocky Italian-looking guy, with chest fur peeking out of his shirt collar. He winked at me and told me it was going to be a busy night, some alumni weekend on campus. I paid for my membership, a towel, and a locker. The guy told me he'd give me a free upgrade since it was my first time there and gave me a key to a private room. He mentioned that there were a few new faces around sure to be popular. I went to the locker room, stripped down, and wrapped a small towel around my waist, barely enough to knot into itself. There were a few guys milling around. I went to take a piss and walked up to a trough urinal. There was a twinky athletic guy in his early 20s sitting on the edge suckling a stubby uncut cock on a furry guy old enough to be his dad. The daddy smirked at me as if to say the twink was all his. I lifted my towel to piss and the twink leaned over and took my dick in his mouth. The daddy got pissed and backed away. The twink looked up and me with my cock in his mouth and said, 'PISS!' So, I did. He swallowed it all down, gulping and slobbering on my cock growing in his mouth. The daddy was standing behind me and cleared his throat when I was done pissing and now the guy was just sucking my dick. I took a step backwards and the daddy took my place. I headed to the maze of dimly lit hallways and found the door to my 'room'. The walls were maybe eight-feet high in a taller room and had chicken wire across the top to keep people from peering over or climbing into another room. It was really more of a booth than a room, with a narrow mattress and a small side table with a bowl of lube packets, not a condom in sight. The floor was tiled and cold. The whole place reeked of bleach, cum, and sex. I could hear a few different fuck sounds in adjacent booths. I saw a hole drilled in the wall at the perfect height for a gloryhole. I peeked through but the room was empty. I made a point to check it out later. I stood in my doorway for a few minutes and saw a few guys slinking up and down the hall. One guy, heavyset and stooped over with a bit of a belly and meaty pecs with pierced well-developed nipples walked past me, then took a few steps backwards. He reached under my towel and fished out my dick. He used one hand to jerk me off a bit and the other to stroke my balls. He reached to my furry taint and rubbed his finger against my hole. I rarely bottom, but this guy was turning me on. He was so… nasty. The guy stuck his fat finger in my mouth then swirled his wet finger against my ass. He gently pushed my shoulders so I took a step back into the room. I made to close the door, anxious for whatever raunchy fun was about to get started. He held up his hand to stop me, leaving the door open. He spun me around, ass up and dove into my crack, sticking his tongue into me. He dropped his towel and I looked over my shoulder to see a 5” thick cock slick with lube or assjuice. 'You're my third bottom today, man. The other guys couldn't take my dick long enough for me to get my nut. You want to try?' I nodded as he slid his meat against my crack. 'Push back on it, pig,' he grunted. I inhaled deeply and let him force his way inside me, raw, and without lube. It burned like hell but he kept pushing. I think his cock may have been as thick as it was long. I was biting my lip and started sweating. He started rocking his hips and in a matter of seconds it went from searing pain to absolute pleasure. I saw stars. I also saw an eye peeking at me through the gloryhole and two guys leering at me taking raw dick through the open door. The guy fucking me waved them in with his paw and the guys stood on either side of him, tweaking his nipples. 'Harder!,' he shouted. They were really twisting his nipples. I could feel my hole getting more and more wet as his cock was leaking precum into my guts. My top pulled out and flipped me over onto my back. He slid right back in and pistoned away at my hole. He looked down at me and said, 'I'm gonna breed you now.' He didn't ask me, he told me. His pace quickened and he bred me. Load #1 in my hole. From a stranger. He pulled out and one of the guys watching dropped to his knees to clean my ass juice from his cock. The other guy lined up his cock with my cummy hole and slid right in. He was scrawny, almost gaunt, and slipped his dick balls deep in me. His cock was thinner but longer than my first top, who slinked out of the room into the darkness. The guy inside me came, shooting his seed deep into me. He also disappeared quickly. Load #2 in my hole. To be continued…

Sorry for the delay. I get major writer's block these days and it took me a bit to get things rolling again. +++ They began a steady rhythm of thrusting into me, my body feeling overwhelmed with the sensations coming from both ends. I could barely breathe around my dad's cock, and every time Jack's fucking slammed back into me, I felt like he was forcing the air right out of me too. I thought I'd get used to it once he got all the way in, but a cock his size could be felt every second of it. Jack pulled my ass closer to him before shifting a little bit forward, raising me up so that he was fucking me at an angle. I could see him staring down at me next to my dad, his eyes keenly watching as his fat shaft hauled in and out of my cunt. "Look at the greedy little faggot. You can see his cunt hugging your cock and milking it," my dad said, grinning as his cock flexed hard in my mouth. He loved watching me get wrecked by this beast of a man, no doubt about it. Suddenly, there was a rumbling noise below us. My dad stopped thrusting, his cock firmly down my throat as he paused to listen. "Oh, garage door." That meant my uncle Eric was home. It was a little bit early for him to be getting home, but I felt relieved. I figured it might be enough to get him to call his friend off of me. Instead, he climbed off of me, pulling his dick out of my mouth. "Don't worry about me, I'll be back in a sec. You two keep having fun." He winked back at us as he headed out the door. I had no idea what he was off to do, but I figured he'd get my uncle to leave. Jack, for his part, took my dad's advice, further adjusting his position until he had me folded up under him, his fat cock pumping in and out before me where I could see it too. This position let it go in more easily, but he never took it all the way out, just pulling back far enough that the head would be right at the entrance to my hole. "You're lucky your dad has you here... I like to take boys back to my sleeper and spend the weekend breeding them 'till they're carrying my poz babies." He grinned at the last bit, letting out a puff of cigar smoke as he leaned in over me, his hairy, sweaty belly rubbing against mine. "Then again, maybe your dad will let me borrow you. Wouldn't be the first time he's let me borrow some pussy." His eyes roamed over me as he thrust in and out, taking in the sight of me as his cock rammed in up close. "You'd love that, wouldn't you, faggot? Your dick is hard as a rock." He tapped my dick, making me yelp as the rough stimulation hit my sensitive head. He was right, I was pretty hard, as much as I was ashamed to admit it. He laughed, shaking his head. I knew I shouldn't be turned on, but I couldn't really help it. Some part of me had always gotten off on being fucked by men, even (or perhaps especially) when it involved getting used in a lewd, degrading way. Even though I knew in my head that I was being raped and pozzed against my will, my dick was absolutely loving it, my hole spasming and milking Jack's cock. Some part of me enjoyed this far more than I was willing to admit, and I could feel my ears burn with shame at the realization. "That's right, you do," he jeered, grinning down as his movements picked up speed. I grunted along with the deep thrusts, feeling as my body slowly acclimated to the fuck. It no longer hurt so deep when he thrust in, his groin coming flush with my ass with every thrust. It just filled me up, every throb of it sending sensations through me that put stars in my vision. I didn't even want to think about what that piercing was doing hauling around inside... I could still feel that for sure. He took in a deep puff from his cigar, the end of it glowing brightly for a moment before he huffed out, picking up pace with his thrusts just as I heard movement in the hallway again. I was mortified to see my uncle Eric walk in, my dad following closely behind him, still as naked as before. "See? Told ya the kid's a fag, too," he said, leaning against the doorway as my uncle seemed a bit dazed, his eyes fixed on me as Jack continued his assault. I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes, but it was like he wasn't there, just staring past me. "I'm surprised you never noticed. I just walked in on him getting his cunt plowed earlier!" My dad chuckled to himself, then wrapped his arm around Eric's shoulder. "Don't worry, though, bro, you're not going anywhere anytime soon," he said as he pushed my uncle down with his arm. Eric didn't skip a beat, lowering down onto his knees in front of my dad's half-hard cock and wrapping his lips around it. I couldn't believe what I was seeing beside me. My uncle Eric was my dad's younger brother, taller than him and overall larger but lacking the musculature my dad had. He was no wimp, of course, but he wasn't the type to spend time at the gym or lifting weights outside of work. I'd never thought him to be the type to submit so easily, but my dad seemed to be in charge. "Don't look so surprised, boy. My little brother here has been working this cock for longer than you've been alive." He held my uncle's face down in his groin, keeping it there. Meanwhile, on top of me, Jack was growing faster and faster, the piercing beginning to make my hole hurt from the friction. I knew better than to try complaining -- if anything, he'd get off on it more. Instead, I grabbed onto those beefy, hairy arms on either side, panting and grunting along with the frenzied rutting. I could tell he was close, and there was hardly any use escaping what that meant. "Ready, faggot? I'm about to put a fuckin' AIDS baby in your worthless cunt! Take my fucking venom, FUCK!" he snarled out, his hips moving with a brutal force that pushed me down into the mattress. I could definitely feel the familiar burn of my hole stretching too far, the pain making my eyes water as I felt an unmistakable gush of cum in my guts. One, two, three, four, five... Each felt as strong as the last, and it was hard to believe how long it drew out. My dad watched beside us, thrusting his cock in and out of my uncle's mouth as Jack slowly tugged his cock out of me. The entire length of it was slick with pinkish cum, my blood liberally mixed in in streaks. By the time his cock slid all the way out, a bright red streak coated the top, ending at the tip, where his PA was dropping with a cloudy mix of cum and blood. Finally, he climbed off of me for a brief second, only to place that half-hard cock on my lips. "Clean it off," he grunted as he went back to puffing on the cigar. "Alright, pigs, how's this for a treat? Get up, Eric. Take your clothes off." he said, pulling my uncle off of his cock. Eric complied, getting to his feet and stripping down. My uncle was much hairier than my dad, and as he took his pants off, I could see that he was similarly hung. His cock was hard, dripping precum off the end. "Now that my little brother's all horned up from sucking cock, I figure it's only fair he gets a taste of my son, too." Eric's eyes did widen a bit at that, but he didn't protest. He only looked back at me, his eyes inevitably looking at my wrecked hole. My dad led him over to me, pushing him onto the bed right on top of me. Eric was a sexy man, to say the least, but he looked conflicted as he was on top of me. "Go ahead, put it in him." There was a certain firmness to his tone that immediately made my uncle tense up for a moment. He gave me a briefly apologetic look before leaning forward and pushing his cock into me. At this point, Jack had opened me up nicely, so I had little trouble taking my uncle's shaft. He bottomed out quickly a small groan leaving him, then gasped as my dad came in behind him, pushing his own shaft in between my uncle's hairy asscheeks. "There we go, just how you like it," he said, and Eric indeed groaned, his shaft flexing and growing harder inside me. He began to make slow, shallow thrusts in and out, gradually working deeper and deeper with them. I could feel my own cock straining against his hairy belly, smearing precum around as I did what came naturally. Jack's cock was working into my throat again, his eyes trained on the three of us fucking as my uncle fucked me and himself on my dad's cock. I could feel Eric's grip growing tighter as his orgasm came to him as well, more cum flowing into me as he groaned quietly. My dad kept thrusting into him then, chuckling to himself. "That's another hot load for you, boy. Jack and I knocked him up as soon as I got back out." He pulled his cock out of my uncle's ass, and my uncle slowly withdrew from me, a wet glob of cum drooling out of my hole as his cock flopped out. I could still see pink streaks along it, my stomach turning a bit at the sight. "Well, shit, that's a start." My dad whistled as he pushed my uncle aside, shoving his shaft back into me. The pace was slow now, moving it around and mashing his hips as he relished it. Jack moved off of me now that his cock was clean, getting up off of the bed and going next to my dad on the bed, right behind my uncle. Bending him forward, he positioned that pierced cock at my uncle's hole and rammed in without warning, earning a yelp from him as well. Clearly, though, he was far more used to this treatment, as he soon began to sigh and groan, pushing back against that monstrous shaft. "Oh, yeah, we're gonna have so much fuckin' fun together..." my dad panted as the pounding resumed...

The Brothel Part 1 My name is Jaxx, and I own one of the biggest, most infamous criminal businesses in America. I've dedicated my life to spreading drug addiction, diseases, and prostitution, and this is the story of how it all started. When I was 35, I thought I was the shit. I was a tan 6'4" cue-ball made of 280 pounds of pure, bulging, tattooed muscle. Some people called me a meathead, but fuck them. When I got angry or aggressive (which was often), everyone shut the hell up. If I wanted a hole to fuck, I could pick from any number of holes that were begging me to fuck them. However, I now admit I was struggling to stay afloat. I lived alone then in a run-down basement apartment in the hood of Philadelphia. I hadn't talked to my family in over 7 years - I had been living with my parents until I was 28. They kicked me out after 10 years of me doing nothing but amateur porn, smoking weed in the house, and bringing girls and fags home to fuck. Took them long enough, I guess, but being a small-time straight male pornstar barely pays at all, so I started dealing drugs too. I mainly sold meth, crack, and coke, but I pushed a little bit of everything, including rarer gems like GHB and K. I had to deal with all kinds of fucked up customers, many of them flaky and shady as hell. One day, one of my customers gave my contact to this boy named Chris. To this day, I don't know Chris' last name, even though I've known him for years. Chris was only 18 at the time and was still finishing high school. He had lost his virginity much earlier than that apparently, but it wasn't until he was old enough to be active on hook-up sites and get into gay bars and clubs did he try Tina for the first time. By the time he had decided to buy from me, he had already tried it a few times, and the bottom boy lived for it. I arranged for Chris to meet me by the parking garages at the end of the street at 10PM. By the time I walked down there at 9:50, Chris was already there waiting, looking suspicious and lost. My eyes widened. It was love at first sight. And that, I mean I knew I needed to fuck him. Even then, I had thoughts of how I'd ruin his life. Chris was the type of boy who was probably timid and sometimes picked on because he was gay but was so gorgeous it would've been impossible for him not to know it. Given his track record with sleeping around town, I'm guessing he did know. He was 5'8", toned just enough that he had pretty defined arms and chest but wasn't at all big. He had soft golden blond hair in spikes like a surfer, sported a deep tan, had the whitest teeth and most brilliant blue eyes I've ever seen, and a charming boyish smile that screamed of innocence. I knew he wasn't all innocent though. He had a deep arc in his lower back that thrust out his juicy ass, which he accented with tight skinny jeans that sagged just a little. His tan skin was perfectly smooth, so something tells me he shaves or waxes. He had two big studs in his ears, and he wore this crazy low-cut shirt that was so tight his nipples stood right out. The boy looked like a slut. Everything about his appearance says he likes men and wants men. At that moment, I instantly changed my mind about the deal. "Hey. Chris?" I asked rhetorically. I reached out my hand, which looked gigantic compared to his. "Y-Yeah. You're Jaxx, right?" He put his delicate baby-soft hand into mine, and I almost crushed it with my firm grip. "That's me. Pleasure to meet you, babe. How about we head over to my place?" I offered. His eyes lit up, and I smiled a devilish grin. I knew this boy was attracted to me, and he was excited to think that maybe I was attracted to him too. I was, and I am. I grinned and placed my hand on his ass and guided him in the direction of my apartment. I led him down a staircase coming from the sidewalk into the basement floor, where we walked to end of the hall. The door in front was the boiler room. The door to the right was my apartment. I sensed he was little scared, but also excited. My place is just a fuck den and nothing more. It's enough to freak any unsuspecting young boy out, but then again he came here to buy my drugs and probably hoped to take my dick, so he wasn't going to back out. My whole place consisted of only two rooms and a bathroom. The door opens to the main room. In one corner of the room was my bed, or really just a mattress on a frame with a sheet covering it. Two dirty pillows, no headboard. In another corner was a computer and TV-monitor. Against the wall were my clothes strewn across the dirty concrete floor - a messy tumble of jeans, wife-beaters, socks, sneakers, and boots. A table in a third corner had all kinds of junk and a microwave on it. The trash was overflowing, and most of it was on the ground around it. Little empty drug baggies mixed themselves in with empty beer cans and bits of litter and debris. The second room, which I call the cave, I kept locked, was smaller, and consisted of a mattress, several locked cabinets packed to the brim with drugs, a suitcase for distribution, and various drug paraphernalia lying around. On a little nightstand stood a glass bong and a tray with a pipe, torches, butane, points, plastic syringes, etc. Several half-full bottles of poppers and various oily lubes were littered on and around the mattress. Finally, the bathroom looked akin to a gas station bathroom. No additional explanation needed. Chris stood there awkwardly, not knowing where to be. I unlocked the cave and led him inside onto the mattress. I sat him down, picked up the glass bong and a fat bag of crystals, then liberally poured the stuff into the bowl piece. "You're a new customer, so let me smoke you up. First one's on me," I said as I started melting the crystals. "And if you keep me company and smoke with me tonight, I'll give you the ball for half the price I said it was." Chris' face lit up with excitement, and he even shined his pearly white teeth. Before he could respond verbally though, I pressed the mouthpiece of the bong to his lips and told him to pull. The clouds rolled furiously as the bong grew into an opaque, almost yellowish white. He struggled to take as much of it as he could, but he had to do it in two breaths. When he exhaled, his clouds were cotton-thick. "Oh shit," he coughed. It was so hot watching him. He was bewildered by the bong hits and I could tell he was already feeling fuzzy and good. I love a lightweight. "Holy fuck, that was a lot." I then gave myself a huge hit too. As soon as I sucked a fiendish cloud into my lungs, I pressed my lips to his and shotgunned it into him. He gulped it down with some trouble, and the clouds billowed out from his mouth. "Fuck yeah," he mumbled, beginning to touch himself through his shirt restlessly. He saw me eyeing him, and then flushed with embarrassment. The T was fucking with his body heat, and he was already sweating. "You feel good, babe?" I asked. "Yeah, I feel real good. Can I take another hit?" he asked. "Hell yeah. Tonight, you can take as many hits as you want." He looked at me like I was his hero. If he wasn't already halfway to becoming a Tina whore, he probably would've realized I was actually a bad man. I passed the bong to him and lit the torch for him again, keeping the flame there to force him to take another monstrous hit he couldn't handle. I watched him cough and choke, then pretended to care and ask if he was OK. I didn't give a shit if he was OK. I kissed him softly on the lips after every time I shot-gunned my hit to him and asked him if he was feeling good. Little did he know, feeding him my leftover clouds would be the only time I'd ever kiss him like that. At that point, I had already decided Chris wasn't going to be a customer. He was going to be my whore, and I was feeding him hits I was already planning on how to enslave him. You see, I installed a secret camera built into a clock on the nightstand. I already have a tape of Chris smoking T, but that's only the beginning. Over the course of the following few weeks, the camera would capture Chris doing cocktails of drugs multiple times as well as getting bred by quite an array of anonymous men. I'd then blackmail Chris to being my live-in whore if he didn't want the videos released to his friends and family and the internet...and then I planned to do it anyway. Once he's living with me, he'll become fully dependent on drugs, and I'll start selling his pussy and videos of him getting fucked. The rest is just making him follow a fitness plan and taking care of his body to keep him sexy and healthy enough in face of all that I was going to put him through. I got more excited about my plans for Chris looking at his pure face. Just thinking about how I'm going to be the one responsible for turning this innocent boy into a piece of whore trash that's gonna get violated by so many sleazy men without remorse...it turned me on a hell lot. After we cleared two rounds of the bong, I set it down and decided it was time to enjoy what would soon be mine. Without ceremony, I slid my hand under Chris' shirt. My hand's giant, muscled silhouette was visible down to the vein through his skin-tight shirt until it reached his pecs. I glazed my fingers over his nipples, savoring them. His skin was so smooth and warm I heard myself groan with lust. Even though he turned a little red and was clearly nervous, he didn't protest. Partly because he liked and trusted me, partly because he was spun, and partly just because he was another easy, slutty faggot. I slowly lifted his shirt up his body, not fully undressing him. Before he knew what was happening, he was underneath me on the mattress, his jeans unbuttoned, with one of my hands still groping his nipples and the other hand sliding underneath his briefs, down his dick and balls and resting over his hole. To be continued.

I'd been talking to this cute 19 year old guy on Grindr off and on for a while. I hit him up the other night and he said he was stressed out from studying. In a cliché line, I said I'd be happy to offer some stress relief. He said he couldn't that night, but that tomorrow would be good and to message him then. Now, guys on Grindr are known for being flaky, but I messaged him the next day, and he said to come around 9. We exchanged numbers and he gave me his address, which I recognized as being on the border of a major university. I drove over there and found that it was indeed a frat house. He told me a code for the back door and directed me to his room. I knocked on the door, and he peeked out, completely naked. I walked in and we immediately started kissing and I grabbed his ass. He was about 5'11" and 190lbs, Asian, and totally smooth. He pulled my clothes off and we went to his bed. As we continued to kiss, I started fingering his tight, smooth hole, and I found there was already lube there. I asked if he'd been fucked already, and he said he'd fucked himself to get ready. We made out more on the bed, and he got me on my back and started sucking my dick, which felt amazing. Now, oral feels good, but I'm all about the ass, so I guided him off my cock and positioned him above me. He lowered himself down and I aligned my dick, wet with his saliva, with his already lubed hole. He pressed against the head and gasped as my mushroom head popped in. He slowly lowered himself down, taking my entire this 6.5" shaft into his smooth tight hole. We kissed some more, and he started slowly riding me. I eventually flipped him onto his back and started fucking him missionary. He said it hurt a little, so I pulled out, lubed my dick, started pounding him. I did that for a while, but he started hurting again, so I gave a few final thrusts and shot my load deep into him. We cuddled and chatted for a bit afterward, and he commented that he felt my load in him and it felt great. I got dressed again and made my way out of the frat house very satisfied.

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Last of the story setup --------------- “You still want a ride home from a fag?” I asked sarcastically. “Oh yeah, please. And the offer of dinner and shower are still there if you want” Louis said. I wasn’t sure if he was really being honest with me or just being nice until his bike was fixed. I took him up on it and we wheeled the Yamaha out of the garage and I handed him a helmet. “Gotta play safe, too many bad drivers out there” I told him. It was ironic since with almost every other activity I rarely played safe. I locked the door and asked him “You ever ride bitch?” and he shook his head “no.” I explained how to get on after I did and told him “You can either hold on to the grab handles or me. I’ll go easy.” As we rolled away, I was surprised to feel his hands around my waist and it felt kind of good. At every stop his chest was against my back. We got to his place and he told me to park in his parking space in front of his car. We went up to his apartment which was a really nice two bedroom with a balcony overlooking the parking lot. He dug out a towel and said “Let me find something to eat while you shower. Burgers ok?” “Yeah, sure” I replied. I had kind of hoped he would shower with me, but that was asking way too much. I left the door open and stripped before I put the towel next to the shower and hopped in. I took my time, cleaning off the grease and dirt and enjoying the hot water on my body. When I finished, I stepped out and grabbed the towel and Louis was standing at the bathroom door in only a pair of basketball shorts looking at me. “Fuck. You just have more surprises, don’t you?” Louis asked. “What do you mean?” I asked, confused at what he meant. “Well, you left the door open so I assume you like people watching and that big fuckin’ ring on your cock” he said. “More like a habit. I never close the door at home since no one else is usually there, but yeah I don’t mind guys watching me naked. As far as the piercing, it’s one of many. I got it when I turned 21 and finally got it to 0 gauge last year. You like it?” I replied feeling him getting more comfortable. “Shit, that had to hurt. You take it out to fuck?” Louis asked. Laughing, I said “It really didn’t. It was one of the easiest piercings I’ve done. I take it out if someone asks, but usually just leave it in. It feels amazing for both bottom and top.” I had finished off drying and I was just standing there naked. I didn’t make any move to get my clothes. “You seem to be pretty interested in my body. Is there anything you want to see closer or touch?” I said with a smile. Louis turned bright red and fumbled for words. “I really don’t mind” I said as I walked closer to him. “Its just that some of the mods you have done I have thought about. We’re both hairy guys so now I can kind of see what it might look like on me” Louis explained as his fingers reached towards my pierced nipples. The moment he touched one, my cock immediately started to stiffen. “Careful there, you’ve awakened the monster” I said with a chuckle. “What?” he asked. “Your nipples aren’t wired to your cock? Mine are and it doesn’t take much” I said as I reached over and rubbed my thumb over his left nip. “Oh fuck!” he yelled out and I watched his shorts bulge out. “No one has ever played with your nips during sex or foreplay?” I asked incredulous. “Uh, no. Most women I’ve been with haven’t liked me playing with their tits either” Louis said. “Damn. You’re missing out. Its an amazing erogenous zone. Have you ever just explored another person’s body? Just let your fingers, lips or tongue touch and taste someone?” I asked. I could see he was getting shy about talking like this. “Uh.. not really. Uh… I…. Uh… I need to take a shower and wash the sweat and dirt off too” he said. “OK, I’ll take a look at dinner” I replied.

“Nah, I’m not right now. Just playing the field” I said, leaving it ambiguous. Changing the subject, I said “Let’s take a look and see if we can do something about this beast.” He was my go-fer, finding tools and helping out. We changed oil and oil filter, cleaned the air filter that looked like it had been soaked in oil and kicked around a dirt field all day, and replaced the plugs. I could tell that the carb was going to need some TLC when we took the air filter off, but crossed my fingers and started it up. It was definitely better than when he brought it in, but still not like it should be. A little probing more and I found some other issues that were gonna require more parts to get it running right. I looked over a few other things and found some stuff that worried me. “Louis, does this thing handle like a pig?” I asked. “I don’t know, why?” he asked concerned. “The wheel bearings are shot, look at how the front wheel wobbles. And this belt is all cracked. You shouldn’t be riding this thing until we get those fixed. It’s gonna kill you like this. Let’s make a list of parts we need and then I’ll pick them up” I told him seriously. “Fuck. I guess I’m taking the bus back home. It’s after nine on a Saturday night, that should be interesting” he said. “I can give you a ride home, don’t worry.” I replied. “Really? You did a lot for me already. Dinner is on me then” Louis said back in a happy and eager tone. I laughed. “I can’t go anywhere like this. They’d even throw me out of Mickey D’s” I said. “No problem, I’ll make burgers or something at my place. You can even shower there” he replied. “How can I refuse?” I said back with a grin. My cock was grinning too and starting to strain my jockstrap under my shorts. “Can you close the door? I need to change clothes and don’t want to give the neighborhood a show” I asked. Louis closed the door and as it hit the ground I unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall. I stepped out of them and then folded and laid them on the bench. I was standing there in nothing but my bulging jockstrap and leather boots and I could sense Louis looking at me. I had never been shy being naked around other guys. While I might not be a model, I thought I looked pretty good. “Damn” I heard him say as I bent over and untied the boots before taking them off and then sliding my jeans back on, stuffing my plump cock inside. “What?” I asked. “Uh… more ink” he said, stumbling for words. I knew what might have thrown him but decided to be coy. “You like the serpent wrapped around my leg?” I asked. “Uh, yeah. But the other one…” his voice trailed off. He had obviously seen the tattoo of interlocked male symbols on my ass. “Oh yeah. My first tattoo. When I just turned 18 and was out and proud” I replied. “You’re gay? You don’t seem like a guy that would be uh…” he said, shocked. “Queer? Not every gay guy matches the stereotype. I could take you places and show you the real breadth of gay guys in the city and you’d be surprised. I hope it doesn’t change how you think of me” I said. “Oh no, I didn’t mean it that way. I was just really surprised” he said apologetically.

Part 89 - A New Role Jeff and Connor spent the entire day together, talking and joking around and then going back to Jeff’s room and fucking each other some more. As they lay there, cum dripping out of their asses, Connor turned to Jeff and said “Didn’t you used to wear a leather collar?” Jeff looked down and said quietly “Yes.” “Why don’t you have it on any more. I thought it looked hot” Connor said. Jeff got choked up and a tear rolled down his cheek. Connor wiped it away and had a concerned look on his face and knew this was something that hurt Jeff deep inside. After a few minutes Jeff said “My master released me. He’s graduating and moving to California and not taking me with him.” “You had a master? As in someone who controlled you?” Connor asked. “Yes, but I wasn’t a slave to him. He was good, and taught me things, and cared about me. He let me have fun and even have sex with others…” Jeff said as his voice trailed off. “Would you have gone to California? What would you have done when you got there?” Connor asked. “I dunno. I suppose I would find a place to finish my degree, somehow. I just wouldn’t have a scholarship to pay for it” Jeff replied. “Uh… Did he just tell you to go away, it was over?” Connor asked. “No, it was nothing like that. He said we are still friends and he cares about me” Jeff said with a light sob. “Jeff, it sounds like he really wants what’s best for you. You can finish your degree here without having to worry about how to pay for it and maybe resume being his… uh.. non-slave when you graduate. That’s if you want to. You might find someone else before then. You still have a couple years to go for your undergrad, right?” Connor replied, a sound of sadness in his voice. Jeff replied with a somber “I guess.” Connor sat back down and they hugged. “So… tell me what kinds of things did you do as his boy?” Connor asked. Jeff explained some of the things that he had done with Kyle and Joe. “Fuck, that’s so hot. I love to just give in and let a top use me. They didn’t care that you were poz?” Connor asked. “They’re poz too” Jeff replied. “So you’ve been taking a lot of poz cum since it happened, huh?” Connor asked and Jeff nodded. “Do you think they would want to fuck both of us?” asked Connor. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that with them” Jeff replied. “Come on, Jeff. You said they wanted to still be friends. You can find out if they were just saying that or if they really meant it” Connor said. “I guess. I’ll send a text and see if I get a reply” Jeff said as he picked up his phone. “Hello Sir. Met a new poz guy. He is scared of poz sex. Can u and Master Joe meet us and show him its ok?” He showed the message to Connor before he sent it and when Connor nodded he hit send. Kyle’s phone chirped as the message arrived. He saw it was from Jeff and he got a knot in his stomach. Their last meeting hadn’t gone as well as he had hoped and Jeff had been quiet all week long, ignoring most of his messages. He opened the message, fearing that Jeff was telling him he never wanted to hear from him again. He read the message and then read it again. “Fuck yeah!” he yelled out and Joe looked back at him, confused. Kyle showed Joe the message and said “I guess he’s going to be ok. What should we do?” “Fuck em, of course. I have a client tonight, how about tomorrow afternoon?” Joe said. Kyle smiled and replied to Jeff’s message - “;) our pleasure, tomorrow @ 1 @ my apt ok?” Jeff grinned when he got the reply and showed it to Connor. “Let’s meet at the triangle on campus at 12:30 and then walk over. Be prepared” he said with a wink. They met the next day and got to Kyle and Joe’s apartment. “Its only going to be a couple hours and they won’t hurt you, but follow orders. When we get inside, do as I do. Master Kyle will take it from there.” Jeff said. Jeff knocked on the door and Kyle opened it, letting Connor and Jeff inside. Connor looked around saw Joe and Kyle both standing there, dressed alike in jeans and leather chest harnesses. Joe was tapping out a message on his phone and clicked send before he looked up at the two younger guys. Jeff nudged Connor who saw that Jeff was almost naked and folding his clothes. Connor stripped and hastily folded his own clothes, setting them next to Jeff’s by the door. Jeff stood there for a moment, trying to figure out where to sit. “Hmm, no collar or cage. I’m proud of you, Jeff” Joe said as Jeff and then Connor kneeled down in front of Kyle and Joe. “So your friend wants to be our poz cumdump for the day, huh?” “Yes, Sir” Jeff replied. “Well, first thing… Jeff, rise. You are not going to be a sub today” Kyle said, staring down at Jeff. Jeff nervously rose to his feet and looked at Connor and then Kyle. “From what you told me, Connor here hasn’t embraced his new poz life, yet” Kyle continued. Connor looked down at the floor in front of him. “Connor, nothing you can do at this point can change it. You’re poz and so are a lot of other people. It’s nothing to be ashamed of and now you can fuck bare without fear. Right now, the safest people for you to fuck with are other poz guys. Of course, if you want to infect neg guys, you can do that too. God knows, there’s a bunch that want it” Joe said looking down at Connor, who’s head slowly lifted up and he looked up at Joe. “Really? There are guys like that?” Connor asked. “Yup and unmedicated guys like you are a great find. Just don’t expect a long relationship out of it. Once the deed is done they are usually gone forever” Joe replied. “Connor, stand and follow me” Kyle said. Connor stood up and tried to hide his partially stiff cock. The three other guys chuckled as Kyle walked down the hall to the bedroom. Connor followed, still blushing and with his hand over his cock. Joe and Jeff followed behind with Jeff staring at Joe’s ass, trying hard not to shove his face between the muscled mounds of his former master. Once inside the room Kyle turned to Connor, his face only inches away from Connor’s and staring into his eyes. Connor tried to look around the room, but all he had seen walking in was a messy bed and a dresser. Now, with Kyle so close, he couldn’t see much of anything else and he figured he should be looking back at Kyle and not around the room. In a calm voice, Kyle asked “Do you want to be our fuck toy for the afternoon, Connor?” Connor nervously nodded. “Good. Now, we aren’t going to really hurt you, but your body is ours for the next few hours. There will be some pain and hopefully a lot of pleasure. And you’re going to walk out of here with a lot of viral cum inside you, but since you're already poz, it's just cum” Kyle continued as he guided Connor in front of the St. Andrew’s cross. Turning him around, Kyle said “Now, raise your left arm.” Connor raised his hand and as soon as it was above his head he felt a leather band close around his wrist and Joe attached it to a short chain hanging from the cross. “Whhhhaa” was all Connor got out as Jeff slipped the other cuff around his right wrist and raised his hand to secure it to the chain on the other side of the cross. He looked up and saw each hand chained to the wood, giving him little movement. He heard rustling behind him as Joe and Kyle removed their jeans and stood there behind him, quietly planning the next move. He felt a body get close to his back and soon felt the leather straps of Joe’s harness on his skin and a hard cock nestled between the crack of his ass. The heavy metal ring dragged up and down the crack and then Joe pushed two lubed fingers into Connor’s tight hole. Connor moaned and Joe pressed the ring and the tip of his cock to Connor’s hole. Joe pushed harder and his cock forced it’s way inside. Joe’s shaft stretched Connor open. He tried to slow the burning in his ass, but the only way he could move was up by standing on his toes. Joe pulled him back down, impaling him on his dick. Joe stood there a moment letting the situation sink into Connor’s head. “No where to go. We told you that you’re our’s to use, so you might as well enjoy it” Joe whispered into Connor’s ear. While Joe whispered to Connor, Jeff had crawled under the two of them and when Joe started to fuck, Jeff swallowed Connor’s cock. Joe’s drilling helped push Connor’s cock into Jeff’s mouth but he was also sucking and bobbing on him too. Joe built up speed and was pounding Connor when suddenly he pulled out. Jeff stopped as well and Connor was suddenly just standing there, whimpering as his ass and cock craved more attention. Kyle clipped a clamp on Connor’s right nipple, letting the chain and other clip dangle. The tight pressure on Connor’s nipple caused his cock to throb and his ass to quiver. Kyle moved behind Connor and thrust his cock in with no notice. “That what you need, Connor?” Kyle asked. “Yes, Sir!” Connor replied emphatically. Kyle drilled him with long, firm strokes occasionally tugging on the chain to the nipple clamp. After a while Kyle started pounding harder and Joe grabbed the chain and clipped the other clamp on Connor’s left nip. Jeff was edging Connor and after a few minutes of Joe’s tugs, Kyle’s fucks and Jeff’s sucks Connor was blowing his load down Jeff’s throat. Each spurt caused him to grip Kyle’s cock like a vice and on Connor’s third shot, Kyle started to pump his toxic seed into Connor’s gut. Kyle grunted and then told Connor “I’m recharging that hot ass n making you stronger.” With Jeff’s stomach filled with potent semen and Connor’s gut filled with Kyle’s poz load they stood there coming down from the rush. “Let me add my cum in there” Joe said, nudging Kyle out of the way. Connor wasn’t quite ready for another cock inside him but Joe didn’t care. Joe shoved his cock into the cum filled hole and was hammering away as Jeff crawled out from under the two, licking his lips. Kyle pointed at Jeff and mouthed “next” to him. After several minutes, Joe slammed in and let his cum shoot into Connor’s sloppy hole, both of them groaning as Joe thrust in a few more times. Joe slowly pulled his cock out and then Jeff pushed his cock into the now familiar hole. “You want another toxic load, Connor?” Jeff asked in a sinister tone as he slowly drove his cock in and out. “Oh fuck yeah. I need more poz cum in me” Connor begged. Jeff began to drill Connor’s hole, his arms wrapped around Connor’s chest and rubbing against the clamped nipples. Connor began to buck back, making sure that Jeff’s cock got shoved as deep as possible. Jeff barely lasted a few more minutes before he too shoved in and pumped a huge load of infected cum into Connor’s cunt. When the orgasm ended, Jeff unclipped the nipple clamps and pulled his cock out. They left Connor hanging from the cross as the three recovered, watching the cum drip down Connor’s legs. Connor would occasionally wiggle his ass, hoping to encourage one of the guys to put their cock back in his hungry, empty hole. Joe chuckled when he saw Connor do it for the fourth or fifth time and got up. He walked up behind Connor and whispered in his ear “We decide when you get fucked, not you, so you can stop wagging that cute ass of yours.” “Yes, sir” Connor replied, sounding dejected. “Do you always get fucked raw?” Joe asked. “Mostly, sir. I love how it feels when a guy cums inside of me” Connor said. “What’s the most number of loads you’ve taken in a day?” Joe asked, reaching around and grasping Connor’s hard cock. “Uh… Five sir, several times from my frat brothers and I think five the night I met Jeff” Connor said, feeling Joe’s grip get tighter. “Hmmm, sounds like you already were a cumdump and it’s hard to stay neg like that. Now you can let a guy fill you with viral cum like I just did and not worry about it infecting you” Joe said as he released Connor’s cock. “Yes, sir” Connor replied. Joe slid down Connor’s back a few inches and pushed his cock between the crack, holding the tip of his cock and the piercing against Connor’s hole. He felt Connor relax and then push his ass back. SLAP! Joe smacked Connor’s ass hard. “What did I say before?” Joe said sternly. “Sorry, sir” Connor replied. Joe stood there for a few minutes, not moving except to brush his thumb over Connor’s swollen nipple. Connor started to moan and stopped himself right away. Joe looked over and saw Kyle and Jeff talking quietly and then Jeff shaking his head “no” followed by Kyle nodding his head up and down. He turned back, looking over Connor’s shoulder and thrust his hips up, driving his cock all the way into the slick hole. He held it there as Connor gasped. Joe held on to Connor’s shoulders and started to pound in and out of Connor’s hole. Their bodies slapped together with each stroke, with Joe only varying the speed of the thrusts. After several minutes, Joe slowed down and took single jabs into Connor’s hole followed by leaving just the head of his cock inside and waiting a few seconds before jabbing again. He looked over and Kyle was bent over the edge of the bed and Jeff was on his feet behind him, fucking Kyle’s ass jockey style. Joe smiled and turned his attention back to Connor. Grunts filled the room as Jeff and Joe fucked their bottoms. Joe and Kyle were surprised to find out how vocal Jeff could be when he was the top. They had never heard more than moans, whimpers and gasps out of Jeff when he had bottomed. Now it was growls and grunts and comments making Kyle beg for it harder or to get bred with his charged seed. Jeff might have been reluctant at first, but once his cock was inside Kyle, he was a fucking machine. Once Joe heard the pounding slow and the sounds of Jeff breeding Kyle, he changed from drilling Connor’s hole to filling it with another load. Joe pulled his cum covered cock out and nodded at Kyle. Once Jeff had pulled out of him, Kyle stood and walked up behind Connor. He pushed two fingers into Connor’s battered hole and twisted them around. He pulled them out and fed the cream coated fingers to Connor, who sucked them clean. “You like that taste, Connor?” Kyle asked. “Fuck Yeah… sir” Connor replied. “That’s poz cum. Just like the cum that infected you. But now, you want it, don’t you?” Kyle asked. “Yyyyes, sir. I won’t turn any load away ever again” Connor answered. “Good, boy” Kyle replied before slowly driving his cock balls deep into Connor’s hole. Connor’s moans filled the room. Kyle fucked harder and harder while Joe and Jeff looked on. Joe picked up his phone and sent another message while encouraging Kyle to breed Connor. The room was filled with the sounds of bodies pounding into each other, the wooden cross creaking, the chains jangling, Kyle grunting and Connor’s moans that turned into groans. Kyle hammered Connor’s hole before planting his cock deep and shooting ropes of spunk inside Connor’s abused cunt. Corey stood at the bedroom door rubbing his cock and said “Damn, you really nailed him. Hope there’s something left for me” and chuckled. “Glad you could make it. You ready to breed this poz slut?” Kyle said breathlessly while backing over to the bed. “Hell, yeah. Nothing better than a hole full of cum” Corey said as he pulled off his t-shirt and then pushed his sweat pants off. He was going commando and his cock was already hard. After looking at the cum dripping down Connor’s legs, he figured there was no need for lube so he just walked up and rammed his cock in. Corey wasted little time and was fucking Connor’s hole right away. “Damn, this hole is sloppy” Corey said as he fucked harder. Connor moaned and tried to work his ass on the new cock. Corey was close after a few minutes since he had been stroking for almost half an hour, waiting for Joe’s message. Corey pulled out, stroked his cock twice and then shoved it back in just as he started shooting his neg load inside. After the last spurts finished, he leaned in and whispered “a new poz boy, just what I’ve been looking for.” Corey pulled his still hard cock out of Connor and went over to the edge of the bed and kneeled down. Joe and Kyle went over to Connor and unlatched his hands from the cross, while Jeff looked on very confused. Connor shook his arms, getting blood flowing back into them, as Kyle turned him around. “There ya go. Corey’s lookin for a poz load and we’re all empty. Your turn to breed some ass” Joe said, pushing Connor towards Corey. “Whaa? I’m a bottom” Connor said. “Not from what we heard from Jeff. Your dick is still hard so we know you can do it. Now fuck him” Kyle said, handing him a bottle of lube. Connor slowly walked over, looking at each of the four guys and slicked up his cock. He crouched behind Corey, resting his cock at the furry entrance and said “You sure? You know I’m poz, right?” Corey said “Fuck, yeah. No one else has knocked me up. I hope you can do it.” “Shit, you’re neg? I… I… I can’t fuck you” Connor replied. “Come on, I need it bad” Corey said as he pushed his ass back, feeling Connor’s cock start to plow in. “I’m already lubed with my boyfriend’s load. Fuck me hard and give me yours” Corey added and then pushed back harder. Connor was shaking, his cock half way in and leaking inside. He was conflicted, it felt good and the guy was begging him to do it, but he wasn’t sure he could knowingly fuck a neg guy. Corey started fucking his ass on Connor’s cock as he stood there. The cum filled hole felt really good around his cock and after a couple more strokes from Corey’s tight hole, Connor grabbed his hips and began to drill. Connor remembered fucking Jeff the two previous days and how the dirty talk had gotten him really aroused. He started to fuck Corey’s ass harder than he had ever fucked before. “You wanna get pozzed up? Then I’m gonna do it. Gonna flood that ass full of my dirty seed n knock you up. The doc said I’m really toxic and with three days of taking more poz loads I’m probably even worse. You’re so fucked…” Connor said as he pounded Corey’s fuckhole. It only took him a few more minutes and he grabbed Corey’s shoulders and buried his cock as deep as he could before firing off a half dozen shots of his infected cum. Connor fell on top of Corey’s back, breathing heavy and surprised at how turned on he was. He felt some pressure on his ass and soon Jeff’s cock plowed inside. “That was so fuckin’ hot” Jeff said as he drilled Connor who was still inside Corey. It was a quick fuck and Jeff’s balls were running low, but he still pumped a few spurts of cum into Connor. Kyle whispered to Joe “You gonna tell him that Corey is on PrEP?” and Joe quietly replied “Nah, it’ll be a lot easier for him now when he meets his first real chaser.” Jeff pulled out of Connor and moved back next to Kyle and was followed by Connor pulling out of Corey. Corey stood up and looked at Conner and said “Thanks. Gotta get back to Dennis before he suspects anything” as he slid his sweats and t-shirt on and left. Connor was kneeling on the floor and Jeff walked up to him, tapping his cum covered cock on Connor’s lips. Connor licked and sucked until there was just spit coating Jeff’s cock. He pulled out and patted Connor on the head saying “Good, boy.” Kyle and Joe snickered but they too walked up to Connor and had their cocks cleaned. Kyle moved behind Jeff and wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close, whispering “I guess you’re not a sub anymore.” Jeff turned his head, looking at Kyle and replied “I still am. It’s just that now I know who I serve and who serves me.”

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. They say this summer has been hotter than most, and I’ll agree with that. In more ways than just the temperature. My name is Ryan and I need to tell you about this new guy I met. A bit about myself first, though. I’m in my late twenties, 27 to be exact. I’m gay and out and have been since high school. I’m not really a relationship guy, I like the freedom to fuck who and when I want. I’m a couple inches under six foot and about a hundred seventy pounds. I hit the gym occasionally, but my body stays toned from working construction for my uncle. I’ve had a beard since I turned 18 and keep it on the bushy side and the fur goes all the way down my body. A few guys I’ve been with told me I should trim it and thats the last they see of me. I like guys to have some fur. I’m not into shaved or naturally smooth guys. They just don’t turn me on. I have several piercings in each ear, a septum piercing in my nose, both nipples are pierced and a PA. Oh, and I have a bunch of ink. Both arms, a couple on my chest, my upper left leg, my right calf… you get the idea. Things had been going slow, sexually, but I knew someone would come along. In the mean time some porn and my right hand would have to do. A few weeks ago I stopped into the tattoo shop to talk to the guy thats done all of my ink about the back tattoo that we have been designing. I rode over on my bike (a cafe racer I built last year out of an old Honda CX650) and went into the shop in my leather jacket, wife beater, jeans and my well worn 10 eye Doc Martens. The artist, Sky, was working on a guy, putting down the first part of a piece that looked like it was going to go from his elbow up to his shoulder. I said “Hi” as I looked over the guy in the chair. He seemed to be a bit younger than me and really nervous. He was sitting there in some baggy shorts with his shirt off so that Sky could do his work. I couldn’t see any other ink on the guy which seemed strange. It looked funny since Sky had shaved part of the guy’s left pec, leaving the rest of his chest and abs covered in a thick dark fur. He was about my height, but skinnier. There was a little muscle but I could tell he probably had some kind of office job. He had a trimmed beard, a 4ga horseshoe earring in his left ear, and hair that seemed to be trying to be a tame mohawk. My cock started to stir and I was gazing, probably a bit too long, and Sky was introducing me to the guy. “Hey Ryan. Louis is finally getting inked. He’s been comin’ in here for over a year and finally pulled the trigger” Sky said. “Cool. Looks like he’s serious. No little shit tattoo that he hides so no one can see it. Oh, I’m Ryan. Good to meet you Louis” I replied. Louis winced as the needle jabbed into his tender chest skin while Sky made the outline. “Hi Ryan… Uh are you a regular customer?” Louis asked. Before I could answer Sky said “Yeah, he’s a walking billboard for my work” and then chuckled. I sat down at one of the stools in front of the counter and then took my jacket off, laying it on the other stool. I could see Louis looking over my arms and the bits on my chest that weren’t covered by my shirt. He seemed to nod and finally said “Looks really cool. I hope mine turns out as good.” “Don’t worry, you got the best guy doing it. It’ll look fuckin’ awesome” I said. I was undressing Louis in my mind, thinking of all the devious things I could do with his body before I fucked his brains out. I suddenly realized that I had no idea if the guy was gay or even bi, but my dick sure wanted to find out. To take my mind away from Louis, I pulled an envelope out of my jacket and said “I made a few changes to the drawings, Sky. Let me know what you think. I also put the rest of the money in the envelope. We still on for starting next Monday?” Sky stopped working on Louis and looked over at the calendar on the wall and said “Yup, your usual 6pm time. Don’t forget to bring the pizza this time” before returning to Louis’s upper arm. I chuckled and replied “Yeah, it’s a little hard to bring on the bike. We’ll see.” I kept staring at Louis’s body. I could see a bit of shine reflecting off his chest from him sweating. I wanted to go over and lick it off and then kiss Louis like he’d never been kissed before. I then tried to turn the conversation to see how he would react. “Hey Sky, when we finish my back are you going to finally let me tap that tight ass of yours?” I got a response, but it wasn’t the one I was looking for. Louis’s eyes opened wide and his mouth quickly followed. Sky quickly replied “I keep tellin’ you, you can have it as soon as I get to tap your girlfriend.” This was an inside joke between Sky and I, ever since the first time I hit on him. He knew I never would have a girlfriend - I was firmly on the gay side of the sexuality scale and not even a little bit bi. It seemed to calm Louis down a bit, which was good. I didn’t want to scare him off and kill any chance of getting into his pants or shorts. We bullshitted for a while and before I knew it, Sky was finishing up the first pass of Louis’s ink. Sky bandaged it up and told Louis how to care for it while Louis gingerly put his t-shirt back on. Sky came over to the counter and took the envelope and put it in the cash register under the tray. “I’ll see you next Monday” Sky said pointing to me “and I’ll see you next Tuesday” pointing to Louis. I grabbed my jacket and put it back on and started to leave. Louis was right behind me as I walked out and to my bike. “Nice bike but I don’t know how you ride that thing with the bars so low” Louis said while I slipped my helmet on. “It’s easy once you get used to it. Sucks in traffic though. You ride?” I asked him. “Yeah, I do. My bike’s running shitty though right now. Gotta take it in and get raped by the dealer” Louis said with a sound of disgust in his voice. I held back my initial thought of telling him “bring it over to my garage and I’ll rape you” and instead said “You could bring it over to my place and I can take a look and let you know what it might need.” I surprised myself at how civil and polite it came out. “Really? That would be so cool. I don’t know how to fix em and I think the dealer screws me over doing stuff that it doesn’t need or charging me for stuff they don't do” Louis said energetically. The smile that came over my face was partially hidden by my beard and that was probably good. Maybe I did have a chance with him. “How about Saturday afternoon. I work until 3, so maybe 4?” I said. “I can do that. Give me your number and we can text later to set it up” Louis replied eagerly. We shared cell numbers and I hopped on my bike, started it up and took off, leaving him standing in the parking spot. I didn’t want to be too pushy or appear too obvious that I wanted to turn him into my next play toy. Over the next two days we texted back and forth, him asking if I was serious or just being polite and I reassured him I wanted him to come over to my garage and we could look at his bike. The little devil on my shoulder said “and look at way more.”

Saturday afternoon rolled around and I finished up all the stuff we needed to get done on the job site to be ready for the truckload of windows that was arriving. I looked at my phone and it said 2:15PM. I went home and showered and even cleaned my ass out. I wanted to be prepared for anything that might happen. I liked the sweaty stink from working all morning, but wasn’t sure Louis would be into it. It hit me again as I was getting dressed that I was getting way ahead of myself. Nothing was probably going to happen. Having not fucked in almost a month was letting my little head do most of the thinking. I rode over to the garage where I store and work on my bikes. It belongs to a friend from high school who got rid of his car and lets me use it for bike storage. He also stores some stuff in there, but I pretty much took over most of it. I opened the door and wheeled the Honda in and parked it behind one of the two other bikes I own - a 1975 BMW that my grandfather bought new. I restored it back to perfect condition the year after he died. It always draws looks and surprises the BMW faithful every time they see a guy like me riding it around. My other bike was completely different. It was a Yamaha R1 that I bought off a friend before he killed himself on it. He had dropped it several times and it was in pretty rough shape. I fixed most of the plastic and painted it so it looked decent but everyone knew it wasn’t stock, and it wasn’t. I moved some stuff around and made a spot for Louis’s bike. I had picked up a few maintenance things for his bike (a Harley Sportster 1200) so I was ready to do more than just stare at Louis’s sexy body. The garage had one big problem with it - there were no windows to let in air to cool it down. There was just one opening and that was the big door. Someone had even blocked up the back door with concrete block like the rest of the walls. The more I cleaned the more I sweated. I pulled my shirt off and hung it to dry and swapped my jeans for some baggy shorts. Almost exactly at four PM, I heard the familiar rumble of the v-twin come down the alley. I saw Louis pull up to the open door and look in. I waved, motioning him to pull into the empty spot. He turned the bike off and I was happy to hear silence. The open pipes I found annoying but even worse was how the bike sounded. I’m sure it ran like crap and even the old BMW could probably outrun it. Louis got off the bike, wearing typical Harley gear - sunglasses, a HD dealer t-shirt, jeans (with wallet and chain) and some logo Harley boots that looked like they were fresh out of the box. “Hey, welcome to my man cave” I said. “Thanks. I hope we can get it running better. It died four times on my way over” Louis said as he looked around and added “Are these yours?” “Yeah, its one of my vices” I replied with a sly grin. “Uh, grab something to drink out of the fridge and have a seat, we gotta let it cool down before we work on it. I’m not into branding from hot engine parts” I told him pointing at the bar stool in front of the workbench. Louis grabbed a bottle of water and sat down and we chatted for a while. I found out he was a computer geek for some small company, he had an apartment further north almost out of the city, and he was two years younger than me. We shared a joint which I hoped would loosen him up. Just as I was about to suggest working on the bike he started asking about my tattoos. I told him when I got each and why I got them. When there was lull, I then asked him about his. “Well, I have wanted one for a while but my last girlfriend was against it. She kept complaining about my beard and how she hated it when we kissed or I…” Louis said before looking down at his feet and then finishing with “went down on her” looking completely embarrassed. “I’ve ended relationships because of it. If you want me, you get the beard, the hair, the attitude, everything” I said. Louis nodded. “Yeah, she even trimmed my chest hair and pubes. When we had a big fight over the tattoo I realized she didn’t want me, she wanted to turn me into some other guy. So a few months ago I dumped her” he told me. “Good, I never understood people doing shit like that” I replied. “So what about you? Are you seeing anyone?” Louis asked innocently.

Reminds me of my first dealer/fuck buddy who conspired with my long time girlfriend to fuck me. Thefucked up part was she and I were engaged only a few weeks before they carried out the plan where she slipped ghb to me, having him come over to sell Tina to us, tag teaming me with arguments that I should try a booty bump which meant stripping nude and allowing him to put shards up in me. I can't remember when she disappeared but I didn't mind too much since he had my dick in his mouth and three fingers twisting through my tight hole. Once he was finished breeding me for the third or fourth time a few hours later, he admitted that the "love of my life" was all too happy to trade him my high, semi aware body for his use, and all for a bag of Tina and a few tabs of x. Jokes on her though because the next ten hours he kept me high and fed load after load of cum up my ass and down my throat from his 11 inch uncut caramel cock making sure I loved it by the time she returned to our condo the next morning. It took less than a month for him to become a regular hang out pal and for her to end up with no dealer, no engagement ring and no me. If she reads this, I have to thank her for unintentionally showing me how much I prefer the pain my ass feels each time a massive cock rams in to it over the pain in the ass that most women turn out to be for the men they tie down. He still fucks me on occasion and I can only take his full length once in a rare while but he always makes me his cum dump before offering his own thanks to the bitch who made the worst trade since the French sold the US what is now the Western United States.

Was a nasty slut this weekend. Went to the local bathhouse Saturday night and got a room. Started off waiting in my room door open for guys to pass by. First load was a hung fat black guy. Lights off except in the hallway so couldn’t see any face. Bred me deep and hard, loved all the grunting using my white cunt. A couple more guys filed in. Met up with a buddy and flip fucked with him for a bit then headed into the public areas. Started playing with him until a crowd formed and we both hopped onto some random cocks. Nice and fat for our prelubed asses. Pretty much continued taking loads all night in the dark room and sauna. Really craving more black cock now. DC based here for anyone interested.

Ok. First off, given your sexual lifestyle, you probably already have Herpes. Even if you don't realize it. The fact you haven't ended up poz yet without trying is a miracle unless you just aren't having many partners or you're using condoms. I did not want to become poz, and I don't really understand the eroticism of HIV, but to each their own I'm not here to judge. I got it from one of the first few people I ever barebacked with. Before that I had been in a series of long term monogamous relationships. I'm undetectable now and while I don't always discuss status, I'd prefer if I'm with a poz guy that he be undetectable. Not because I'm afraid of catching what I already have, but it tells me he at least cares about his health. You can be a total faggot and still take care of your health, you know. Being the faggot that you are and serving men doesn't mean you have to sacrifice your own health. I wasn't looking to get it. It's a major regret. So yeah, now I fuck without fear, but no, it wasn't worth it. I haven't found it to be the brotherhood or support some pretend to, or may have actually found It's caused a lot of rejection and emotional pain. Within the fantasy dichotomy of man versus faggot, a true man isn't getting fucked, ever. So to me, the idea of serving "men" and getting pozzed by someone who likely took it in the ass (faggot) from someone else is something I can't quite reconcile. The chances of a total top getting pozzed without taking any loads is low, though it is possible if he's chafed and fucking lots of whores. Someone in these comments cited a case of this and I know someone IRL who is a total top who got it from just fucking every guy he could without hesitation. I know that I got it from somebody who was verse (we never discussed it) when I was much more naive and only beginning to understand that I was a faggot like you. Second. There is PrEP that can keep you from getting it. It's like 99% effective and I think the couple of outliers are such big cumdumps that they got HIV-2 or some rarer strain. Not sure if that was a typo on your part or not. The guy in the comments who said his dom raw top of 15 years or whatever is now poz. Ok, well why isn't he taking meds? Why would he not seek to become undetectable? It usually only takes a few months. Can't you just wait? I was at 300k vl and became undetectable in like 3 months and I've remained that way for over 6 years now. I occasionally get guys that ask me to poz them and I'm like dude, I'd have to literally go off meds to do so and why would I want to do that? I don't mean to sound judgmental or anything, just giving my story. Do what you feel you need to do, but just go into it realizing the life changing decision you are making. It might sound hot now, but years down the road you might change your mind but that won't be an option.

I don't really write that often (or ever before, to be specific), so let me know what you guys think. +++ I probably should've been more careful. I've lived with my uncle for a while now, having moved there when my dad was sent off to prison. My mom had died not long after I was born, which left me being sent to the closest relatives I had. Turned out that was my uncle Eric. He was a good guy, but these days, he was pretty busy. The auto shop he worked at had acquired a contract with a major local rental company and handled most of their repairs. Today, like most days, he was off working at the shop, probably late into the evening. I was used to that. What I wasn't used to was having dad back home. When I was a kid a ten year sentence sounded like an eternity. In reality, time passes quickly, and he's been nothing but an absolute dick since he'd gotten out. Eric had tried to get him a job at the shop, but that quickly went south, since dad didn't take kindly to being ordered around. Prison hadn't done him any favors in that department, and my uncle said he was a surly bastard before that. I don't remember too much of him from before, really, but he sure as hell hadn't gotten nicer. Seeing as Eric was gone all day as usual, I guess I'd assumed dad would be out, too. He was supposed to be headed to follow up on a few job opportunities today, and Eric had dropped him off in town in the morning. I had stayed home, as usual, and when the gardener had come around during mid-day, we did our usual thing. Mitch was the first (and only) guy I'd fucked. He'd been my uncle's gardener for years, and given all the work he did around the house, he had a muscular, rugged frame. He was a local guy, about fifteen or so years older than me. There were more days than I could count where I'd spent the afternoon sitting at the window, watching him haul his sweaty shirt off his body to reveal that bearish physique, hairy body dripping with sweat. I was a teenager the first time he caught me trying to get a peek at his dick, and after pleading with him not to tell my uncle Eric, I managed to convince him to let me have a good look. A good look turned into a blow job (which apparently, I was a natural at), and before long, we had a steady routine with him going out, doing the yard work, then coming inside and stripping down, lowing his hairy, beefy body on top of me to fuck my face and throat. Admittedly, that was easier said than done; he had a meaty seven inch cock, and it had taken some getting used to when he'd thrust it down my throat in the throes of a good skullfuck. Of course, it didn't take too long for him to go further south and have a go at my hole. That truly had been an undertaking, but once he was balls deep in me, I couldn't get enough of it. We only got worse then, even getting me to convince my uncle that the yard needed more upkeep. Every time he came over now, he spent more time pounding me than out in the yard. That's what we were up to today, with him up on top of me, groaning with delight. "Jesus, Mason, I can feel your pussy pulling me in," he panted, sweat dripping down from his brow onto my chest. I could feel the entire bed rocking with his thrusts, my body bouncing back and forth with it as well. I kept an ear out for the sound of my uncle's bike pulling up, as that was usually our cue to pack up and get decent, though at this point in the day, I figured there was little chance that would happen. Imagine my surprise, then, when the sensation of Mitch's shaft pumping in and out of me was interrupted by the sound of the door slamming open. Mitch fell off of me in a surprised heap, and behind him was my dad, his face looking bewildered. I wasn't really sure how to react; after all, I was naked, with my hole exposed right then and there. "The FUCK is this, boy?" his voice snarled out, and I could hear Mitch scrambling to his feet, stuttering as he gathered up his clothes. He didn't even take the condom off before pulling his underwear on. For his part, my dad glanced over at him, scoffed a bit, then turned back to me, ignoring the other man in the room while he stared me down. "You got me out looking for jobs when apparently we've a perfectly good whore on our hands right here," he said, and I found myself stammering, not even sure how to respond. Mitch was bright red, his clothes barely hanging on as he bolted out of the door. I could hear the door slam downstairs, my heart racing as dad stood there, leering. "Well? Anything to say?" "D-Dad, I swear, it's not like that," I stammer, and he leers at me, grinning now. "Well, I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna be now," he says, latching the door shut. I made a move to get off the bed, but he quickly shouted, "Stay right as you are, boy. I didn't tell you to get dressed." I froze, my heart hammering away. I could smell the booze on him from here; clearly, he'd gone out and gotten drunk instead of going to get a job as he'd said. He made his way over to the bed, shrugging off his coat as he did. "I'm gonna see about getting in touch with a couple of my buddies to find some men looking for some tight pussy to fuck. You're gonna do what they ask, they're gonna pay me, and that's that. You understand?" "Dad, I --" I started, but the look he gave me was enough to convince me otherwise. I could see his jaw twitch, and I paled, for once wishing my uncle would get home early. Dad seemed satisfied by my silence, then continued. "On that note, it's been too damn long since I got a chance to breed some hole. Given that you're all ready to go, I'm gonna be your first John," he said, then reached down to pull off his shirt. I had avoided him since he'd gotten back, and so I had yet to see what he looked like shirtless. His torso was covered in varous tattoos, some of them there from when I was a kid, but others entirely new. The one that stood out the most was the one right above his groin: a biohazard symbol, much cleaner and newer than the ones around it. I was no fool; I knew exactly what that meant. Apparently, the look on my face said it too, as a predatory grin spread across dad's face once he looked up from taking his jeans off. "Looks like I don't need to explain the next part." Now fully naked, I found myself trying to crawl away from him, his massive form dwarfing mine. I'd inherited his beefy build, sure, but given how much younger I was and the fact that he'd been lifting weights longer than I'd been alive, he was an absolute beast of a bear, barrel-chested with a beefy gut and thick limbs. I felt one hand reach and grab at my leg while the other pinned me down, the weight seeming impossibly huge as I felt him force my leg up to my chest. "It's gonna hurt, boy, but you might as well start getting used to it," he said, roughly folding me up with his weight as his hand slammed down over my lips, muffling my protests. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the terrible reality of the situation setting in. I struggled, but all I could really do was wriggle around under him, flexing and whimpering helplessly. Meanwhile, I could feel his hairy body rubbing against me, his cock slapping up against my beefy ass. I could feel it pulsing, growing thicker with every second. He rubbed it back and forth down my crack, sighing some as he threw his head back. "Can't wait to hear what the guys say when I tell them I've found a pussy for us to use," he said, and even as I struggled, he moved his hardening shaft back, letting it slide downward until the head was right at the still-open entrance to my hole. There was no warning, no preparation. He didn't even lube it up before pushing forward and sliding into me. Luckily for me, Mitch had lubed up before fucking me, but even then, given how much bigger my dad was, it was impossible not to cry out into his hand, my hole burning. "Holy shit, that's tight," he chuckled, whistling a bit to himself. I could see him grinning even with the tears blurring my vision, and as my hole tightened in protest, he increased the pressure, forcing it deeper and deeper, splitting me in two. I gasped out in agony, his hand only tightening. When that hairy groin finally pressed up against my ass, I felt like he was punching me in the gut with it, my belly aching from the feeling of it pressing in. He held it there for a brief moment, savoring the first hole he'd fucked in months. "See, there you go, relax," he said, chuckling to himself. It still hurt like hell, but indeed, now that he had no more cock to force in me, my body was forced to adjust, slowly relaxing around his thick girth. He pulled back, the burning coming back some, though not nearly as horribly as the pain of him forcing in. Still, it was by no means pleasant as he rammed back and forth into me. my hole losing the bit of relaxation it had attained before. The bed rocked loudly, his hips slapping against mine as he bore down on me from above, his face looming over mine, sneering as he ruthlessly thrusted away. "That's right, slut, you know what's coming to you, you know what this means..." He chuckled to himself, closing his eyes and enjoying my hole. "I've knocked up every bitch I've ever fucked, Mason, and now I'm gonna knock you up, too," he grunted, then panted out in erratic, short bursts, his thrusts growing frenzied and brutal. I could feel my hole get wet, stinging now, and with a snarl, he rammed his cock in deep. I knew he was cumming, and I could do little more than whimper in response. After what felt like a few minutes, he pulled his cock out of me, still panting. My hole ached, though I was glad it was seemingly over with, as his hand left my mouth. I remained limp underneath him, resigned to it now that his load was oozing out of my ass. What was the point? I knew what that tattoo meant, and what was no doubt in store for me next. Even as he rolled over onto the bed beside me, reaching down beside it to fish his phone out of his pants, I remained there, a bit scared to even try getting up without permission. Dad looked through his phone for a bit, then grinned, putting it aside. "Alright, cunt, my friend will be here in a bit... Now, turn around and get on all fours. You're ready for your second dose of daddy's venom..."

Most of my friends are straight and through them I met their straight friends, that's how I met Marcus. He was 19, just graduated high school and was now living in the city going to college. Marcus was very good looking. He was only 5'6", but half black and half hispanic, with an incredibly picture worthy face. I'd see him at my friend's house when I'd go over there to party. We all drank, and half of them smoked. He was the only one that didn't really drink I'd tease him a bit because of that, until one night after I kept trying to get everyone, including him, to take shots of tequila together. My buddy, who's apartment we partied in, caught me alone in the kitchen and quickly said,"don't say anything, but the reason Marcus doesn't drink much is because he's afraid it will mess with his HIV meds." Obviously, I had a very confused look at my face because I'd met Marcus' girlfriend and the one before his current one, so my bud went further to explain,"He's not gay or anything, but he was born with it, his father apparently got it when he was in prison at a young age from using drugs and didn't know it, so all of his kids were born with HIV." I was shocked, and sad for Marcus. We got the tequila shots and took them into the living room and we handed everyone their shot glasses, except Marcus. I guess that's where I made my mistake because, I always tried to get him to drink, and when he wouldn't drink what I offered him, then I'd down his shot for him. This time I didn't even offer him a glass. I didn't think anything of it, but he's a smart kid and he apparently figured it out. Later that night, everyone was pretty messed up one way or the other, and there were only four of us still awake. My buddy and his girlfriend, Marcus and myself. My friend's girlfriend started to doze off and suddenly threw up a little bit on her shirt, so while he dealt with cleaning her up Marcus jumped up and took his shirt off, and said to me, "let's go down to the hot tub!" It was about 50 degrees outside but I was drunk enough, that it sounded like an adventure. Besides, this was the first time I'd seen Marcus shirtless and quite frankly I wanted to see a lot more. He was so lean that you could see all of his muscles, and boy did he have a lot of muscles, they were well hidden under his hoodies and sweatshirts he always wore. He was smooth and just had an incredible body in general. We grabbed some towels and I realized we didn't have any swim trunks, to which he responded, "no one's gonna be down there, we'll take our clothes off under the towels and just slip in the hot tub naked." I was all in! "Let's go then!" I exclaimed. I couldn't help looking at Marcus' back as I followed him down to the pool and hot tub area. This little guy wasn't so little and he was ripped. My mouth watered watching his tight bubble butt bouncing going down the stairs. Fucking hell, I was getting hard just watching his back and ass! We got to the hot tub, the courtyard lights were off, since it was the colder season and no one used the pool or hot tub. It was dark so Marcus didn't bother getting undressed under the towel and neither did I. Obviously I couldn't help myself from looking, and saw his cock, rather I stared at his cock and it was so hot, beautiful, uncut and looked about 4-5 inches soft, it was thick and he had some big low hanging balls too. Again, my mouth was watering, and I had to very quickly get into the hot tub because I was half hard in about two seconds after seeing him naked. We were chilling and chatting in the hot tub, I asked about his current girlfriend, and he caught me off guard by giving a serious answer saying,"she's hot as fuck, but she won't let me fuck her raw dawg, cause she scared of getting HIV." Although the news didn't surprise me, his admission of it did, and he saw the look on my face. "Look, I know our buddy told you, when you brought the tequila shots in, it was the first time ever, that you didn't offer me one. And I saw the way you tried not to look at me. I go through this every time someone finds out." I kinda stammered a bit and just sheepishly said,"you're not as dumb as you look. Yeah, he told me, and I'm sorry man. You know, I have friends that are HIV positive too, I hope you know I don't think less of you, I was just caught off guard because you're straight, and I don't know any straight positive people." Marcus went on to tell me about his frustrations with just about anyone he dated. He said, he hadn't been able to cum with a condom in years and his girlfriend's would rarely, if ever, let him raw dawg their pussies and they definitely never let him finish inside of them. He even had a couple girlfriends get on PrEP and they still didn't let him cum in them. I was kinda shocked and blurted out,"They were on PrEP and wouldn't let you cum in them?!?! That's stupid, hell, if you're paranoid about alcohol messing with your meds, I know you're undetectable, and I'd let you cum in me even if I weren't on PrEP." I can't believe I just said that. I quickly, followed up with,"I mean, if I were your girlfriend." Wait, that didn't sound right either, so I chimed in again,"I mean, if I was a girl and on PrEP." He was laughing at me, and responded,"It's cool, I know what you mean. So...you said you were on PrEP?" Did I? Oh yeah, I said,"even if I weren't on PrEP..." I didn't quite know what to say, so I just said, "uhmmm..." Marcus was so chill though, he laughed again and moved over next to me, putting his arm around my neck and comforted me, "You think I didn't know you were gay? Remember...I'm not as dumb as I look." We laughed together. I felt relaxed again, and affirmed what he already knew. "Yeah, I'm gay and yes I'm on PrEP." He asked if I was a top or bottom, his bluntness surprised me. I said I'm a top. And I don't know why, but I volunteered that I had bottomed in the past, it just wasn't my preference. He stood up in the hot tub, and since he had his arm around my neck, his cock was literally inches from my face now. And it had grown. His thick cock was somewhat hanging at about 6 inches now right in front of me. He said,"come on, we better go dry off in the sauna before we put our clothes back on." He walked toward the sauna while I hopped out and grabbed my towel to cover my fully erect cock. My 7.5 inch beer can cock stood straight up and was like concrete. We got into the sauna and he was totally naked, he didn't bring his towel. I just held my towel over my cock basically and sat down. I couldn't help but look at his growing cock. And he noticed. "You ever suck a black guy's cock?" I was still buzzing on alcohol and the whole situation that I just responded,"yes, I love suck big cocks." He laughed as he started stoking himself. He was a very solid 8 inches and quite thick. He nonchalantly said,"come suck this big black cock then." I immediately got up, letting my towel drop and went straight to his dick and enveloped it in my mouth. I was high from this whole scene, I wasn't thinking rationally, I just wanted this gorgeous straight guy's big cock in my mouth. He was moaning and groaning telling me to "suck that big cock" and "yeah, get it all down your throat." I had grabbed my towel and put it on the wooden bench so I could put my knees up on it and lean over his cock better. Trying to get more of him into my throat. The sauna was hot and we were both sweating like crazy, he continued to moan and as I got my mouth all the way down to his pubes he grabbed my head with both hands and started to throat fuck me. I was loving having this straight guy use my mouth and throat as a fuck hole. He seemed to be enjoying it so much and I didn't want it to end, but I did want his cum. As he kept fucking my mouth he moved one hand down the back of my head and neck and was carressing me from my neck to my ass. He'd grab my ass and squeezed it, and rubbed my cheeks. Our bodies were so slick from sweat, his hands on my body felt electric. He even began to slide his fingers in and out of my crack, stopping on my hole and gently pushing into me. We were sweating so much that I realized he was collecting the sweat from my back and using it as lube to get his finger into my tight hole. Once he broke past my hole's resistance, he sunk his finger into my hole. It felt amazingly tight and slick and I moaned around his dick. He started saying,"shit man, shit yo' mouth feels good on my cock. Keep doin that and I'm gonna bust," as he started finger fucking me faster and harder, I felt so vulnerable and slutty being used by him. I wanted to swallow his load so I began moaning and sucking him harder and faster. "I'm gonna cum man," he barely got out in between hard breaths. I moaned around his cock that I was bobbing up and down on,"mmhmm, mmhmmm," encouraging him to blow his load down my throat. I felt his body tensing up and he had two fingers buried in my hole but was just wiggling them around inside me. His hand on my head started pushing my face all the way down on his cock hard as he thrust his cock down my throat and I felt it stiffen and swell, he whisper yelled,"ohhhhh fuck! ohhhhhhhh, I'm gonna cum man. I'm gonna cum. Swallow that load bitch. Take it!" his body spasmed and he began blasting his jizz down my throat. I felt it shooting hard into me, there was so much, it was like a water canon and I was swallowing it as fast as it came out. He pushed his fingers in as deep as they would go up my ass, as he shot his cum into my stomach, that he finger punched my prostate, it was like he hit an electric buzzer. I was swallowing his never ending load and suddenly my body spasmed for a few seconds and I shot one blast of clear liquidy cum out my cock so hard that it coated his thigh. We were both coming down and I still had his cock in my mouth. Neither of us had gone soft, he slowly slid his fingers out of my hole and rested his hand on my ass. Through his labored breathing he said,"damn. I hadn't cum from a blowjob in at least a year, and I've never cum that hard from one. I wasn't sure you would let me cum in your mouth, but you made it pretty clear, you wanted it. You acted like a fucking fat chick cumdump, "he laughed at his own words. I pulled off his still hard cock, and responded, "one out of three isn't bad, as long as it's the cumdump one." Marcus chuckled,"well you're not fat and you're definitely not a chick, but we should see if you're truly a cumdump." I sat up and looked at him with a look of confusion and maybe surprise. "You said you were on PrEP," Marcus told me, "and that you'd let me cum in you, right?" I shook my head "yes" for sure in the affirmative. Oh my gosh, is he really talking about fucking me right now? This hot straight guy. I thought I was going to consider myself incredibly lucky that he let me blow and swallow him, but now he wants to fuck me. "It's been so long, I don't think I can take such a big dick though," I told Marcus. He stood up, his cock was pointed at the ceiling, and he grabbed me, pulled me up then pushed me back down to where my face was right in front of his cock. I grabbed it, still hard as a pipe, and took it back into my mouth. He was thrusting in and out of my mouth slowly and said,"I'm not gay, but I haven't had anyone ever take my cum, and I just need to know what it feels like to shoot inside someone, without pulling out, and raw, no worries from either party, I just need to breed someone. Will you let me? I'll go slow and if you can't handle it, you can suck me off again." I didn't respond, I just kept sucking his cock. He instructed me to "get it real wet. Leave a lot of spit on my cock and come off of it" I did as he told me, and he got down on his knees, now my aching hard cock was in his face, but not for long. He grabbed my ankles and lifted my feet off the wood floor, making me lean back on my towel on the bench. I looked down toward my cock and saw him holding my ankles up and spread out, and his beautiful face, his eyes staring at my hole. I watched him spit on my hole, his eyes were glazed over with lust. He dove into my ass and I felt his tongue immediately working into my hole. It was me this time, that grabbed HIS head, as he tongue fucked my pink hole, getting it wetter and more relaxed. It felt fucking amazing, his tongue was powerful and felt like a slick muscle massaging into my asshole. I began to moan like a bitch. I wasn't used to this feeling, I was the one that usually ate ass like a champ causing bottoms to turn into sluts. The tables had been turned, and I wasn't mad that it was a hot straight guy turning the tables, and turning me into a cumslut. He retracted his tongue from my ass and came up, still holding my ankles spread out like a whore and scooted in close, I felt his big wet cockhead hit my hole. He was looking down as it pushed into me and occasionally looked up at my face to see how I was taking the pressure. It felt so good. He was thick, and hard, but I was opening up for him. He was going so slowly and he had been so perfect, that I was relaxed the entire time and suddenly his cock entered me deeper. I sighed,"ahhhhhh, fuck..." drifting off to a place of pure pleasure, "oh my god, your cock feels so good, keep going" Marcus pulled my legs up and rested them on his muscular shoulders, my ankles were by his head now. He began sinking more of that beautiful straight thick black poz cock into me. I was in heaven, as he filled me up, stretched my hole and finally rested on my prostate causing me to precum onto my stomach. He was looking down when the precum poured out,"did you cum?" Marcus asked. "No, your cock is hitting my prostate and making me precum," I explained. Marcus smiled,"damn, I didn't know a guy could get wet from being fucked. You sure you're okay with me cumming in you? I don't want you to regret this or freak out when I get close to blowing my load like some of my girlfriends. It's caused me to kinda panic now during sex." I looked at him directly in his eyes, "Marcus, I'm on PrEP, and even if I wasn't, you're undetectable. I've never had anything in my ass feel this fuckin good, if you don't cum in me, I'll be mad! I want you to use my hole, and don't look back, fuck me hard and cum in me as much as you want." He smiled and I could see the worry leave his face completely. He slide his hands down to my hips and started to pull out slowly til his thick cock came out, he was looking down watching his fat cock go all the way in, then all the way out of my tight wet hole. I felt like, from the waist down, my body was being jerked off. I felt pleasure all over my sweaty skin and deep inside my bowels as his huge cock fucked in and out of me. I began to stroke my cock, using the copious amounts of precum Marcus was milking out of me as lube. He even reached down and jerked me for a minute as he purposefully pushed his dick deep into my prostate and forced more precum out. He collected it in his hand and brought it up to his face and sniffed it,"smells like sex," he said right before licking it all out of his hand. He started to really fuck me now, his cock was pounding my ass so hard, we could hear the "thwap thwap thwap thwap" of his hips hitting my ass as he drove his monster into me. He was breathing hard and sweat was pouring off of his body. His muscles were tight and straining as he fucked his rod into my guts. I could tell he was getting close to cumming and I didn't want him to start feeling self conscience about breeding me, so while I stroked myself, coming closer to my own orgasm, I commanded him,"awww yes, fuck me Marcus. I want you to blow that big load of cum deep inside me. Shoot that poz load hard into me. I want to feel it blasting my insides." I think that did the trick, he was mumbling,"oh oh oh I'm gonna cum, oh fuck I'm gonna cum man, I'm gonna cum." I retorted back to emphasize how much I wanted it,"do it, breed me, breed my pussy, cum in me Marcus, I want you inside me." "AHHHHHH FUCK! I'm cumming! AHHHH I'M FUCKING BREEDING YOU! TAKE IT! Take it!" I felt his cock swell and pump and blow his load deep inside me, watching and feeling him explode inside me turned me on so much that I started cumming too. I shot cum past my head onto the wall, and began shooting cum onto my face and chest, he continued to fuck me as I was cumming. He looked down at me with my mouth open in ecstasy as I climaxed all over myself and started pounding my hole harder and faster than he was before. My body was a rag doll being fucked by a mechanical being, it felt like his body became a robot with no loss of energy and all the strength of a machine endlessly pounding my ass. I didn't know what was happening at this point, I just let him do what he wanted, it still felt good, as I was coming down from my orgasm, I didn't care what he did to me. In about two minutes of this renewed power fucking he slammed deep into me and screamed,"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" as he unloaded yet another load into my ass mere minutes after his first load. The machine was gone, and he melted down onto me. He rested his elbows on the wooden bench I was laying on. My legs still on his shoulders and were now against my chest, his forehead rested on mine and his cock was still buried inside me. Marcus was trying to catch his breath, but forced himself to say,"thank you, thank you, thank you." Then he kissed me on the lips. "Truly, that was the best fuck I've ever had. I guess it was my first REAL fuck to be honest. I can't tell you how much that meant." He kissed me again, this time he forced his tongue into my mouth and we made out. He slowly let my legs go and slide down and his cock gently slipped from me. I felt his cum leaking out. It felt good actually. It all felt good. We quietly got ourselves together, and gathered our things by the hot tub. We walked up the steps toward the apartment. On the way up, I broke the silence,"Marcus, that was amazing, it was something I've never quite experienced either, and I loved it, but that's all it has to be. This one time, we did this thing, and it's just between the two of us. I'll never tell anyone and I don't want to lose you as a friend." We were at the apartment door now, he said,"I know. I trust you." He paused a minute and put his hand behind my head around the back of my neck,"you really gave me a gift no one ever has before and I won't ever forget that." He gave me a quick kiss again, opened the apartment door and said,"maybe it won't just be a one time thing."

So after a hard training at the gym, I went back to my friend's apartment, horny as hell. I told him that I needed to get pigged out. He told me that the naked night was good at the Laboratory, so we decided to prepare and go. Before going he wrote on my back with a marker something like "Cumdump" or whatever. Cannot remember. The place is huge....I have no idea about how many people there were inside. A LOT. Aften getting naked, i picked up my popper bottle, and followed my friend....lots of big cocks, many hot guys. Some guys started to follow me, we went to dark area behind the bar where my friend after blindfolding me, told me that all the raw actions was going to happen there, and that i had to make him proud of me. While he was putting me in the fuckbench i could feel hands touching my body...i cannot explain how horny i was. After kissing me, he began to fuck my well lubed hole, calling for the attention of other tops who were gathering up around me. It lasted hours, and for hours I know i was surrounded by cocks. I have no idea how many guys fucked my ass, but in the middle of the night i was feeling kinda exhausted, do i needed to take a small break. My friend did tell me that I was full of cum as I have never been before, but when i arrived to the bathroom i could not believe it....IT WAS SO AWESOME, I had cream everywhere in my ass and legs...i was overflowing. It got me so horny that i immediately came back to the bench. My friend was already there waiting for me there, with a guy who i think he got something like a 11" cock. He licked my creamy butt, and then he begun to pound my ass...i was feeling all the cream jumping from my ass to my back. Serving so many horny men has been so awesome. As i've told you i have no idea about how many people fucked me...but it surely was a lot. My friend told me that i took something around 60 loads. I don't know if it's true....but it's possible, given the amount of people.... If you're looking for pin bottom paradise...this is it. And if you're muscular and young, be assured that you'll come home with cum dripping from everywhere. I remember that when i got home, some cum went throught the jeans...i hope that i didn't leave something on the taxi.

PART FOUR I guess I should've been more upset seeing Dan was effectively raping me but I was too high & horny to care. His looked good as he was stroking it on the couch and it felt even better inside me. It was funny but I could tell he was fucking me much differently to the way Rob did. Only two guys and I could tell the difference between them, god what a slut I was! "I've been watching you two for the last 10 minutes and that arse of yours looked too good to resist." Dan grunted as he really started to pound me, "I hope you don't mind. And when I heard you were a virgin, it was too good an opportunity to waste!" All I could do was groan, not that I could have said much anyway with my face pushed into the bed. It didn't really worry me that Dan was just fucking me coz he liked the look of my arse, I just loved having his dick in me! Rob lifted my head up and my face was met by his cock, which was getting harder. Without thinking, I took it in my mouth. It tasted a bit funny, I guess he hadn't cleaned it since he came in my arse but it didn't worry me too much, I just wanted to make the two of them happy. I'd always wanted to have a threesome, but I'd never have dreamed that it'd be with two other guys, with me being the one worked over! "Fuck Rob, I thought I had him all to myself!" I could hear the two of them kissing as I was between them. I'm glad they didn't mind sharing me coz I certainly didn't mind being shared! Rob's cock started getting rock hard & I could taste his pre-cum again. I had to confess that it tasted incredible and I started to jerk him as I sucked, wanting his load in my mouth as well as the one he'd already deposited in my arse. I could feel a little cold thing on my back, and I knew I was being used as the table for Dan & Rob to pass the amyl on. Just happy to be of service I guess! "Damn, I'm not sure what's better, his arse or his mouth!" I could tell from the way Rob's breath was getting more & more shallow & the way his cock was getting bigger that he was close to cumming. I'd never had cum in my mouth before, I wonder what it was going to taste like? I didn't get too long to wonder as Rob shot deep down my throat, I could barely taste it! What I could taste I really liked though and I gave him a big smile as I licked his cock clean. "That always turns me on so much seeing that," I heard Dan say behind me. He must've loved it as I felt his cock harden just as Rob's did before he came in me. I was in absolute bliss when he shot his load in my arse, joining Rob's cum. My arse felt really full but I didn't mind at all. I felt a little bit of cum dribbling out of me & Dan used a couple of fingers to push it back inside. "There you go, that's not going anywhere now." I felt him pat me on the arse, "Well, you'd better get going. It's time for Rob & me turn in." They led me back to the lounge where my clothes were, "Rob, give him a couple of hits of the poppers to send him on his way" Dan said as I started to put my clothes on. Rob came over & gave me a couple of deep hits in each nostril. We then made out hot & heavy again, did I really have to leave? "C'mon you two, break it up." Dan said as he gently led me outside where I pretty much floated the whole way home, passing out in the spare bedroom. The next morning I woke up feeling sore all over & with a rotten taste in my mouth. I knew it had been a big night but I can't have danced that much to get so sore! No-one was up yet so I went to the toilet to sit down & regain my thoughts. As I sat down, I let out a very sloppy fart. Looking down I saw an unmistakable white liquid in the toilet and it all came rushing back! I knew what that taste must've been in my mouth too. Part of me was disgusted with what I'd done but I couldn't help but be a little turned on too as my hardening cock showed. I was also disappointed that I'd left the bottle of amyl wherever the two guys that fucked me lived. Fortunately though, I do know that there's a store where I can pick up more from... THE END (?)

I had one who wanted to go safe. He asked if I had condoms. I said no, so maybe another time. Then the next message was, whatever forget the condoms, come over I’m too horny. I was at his place in 5 mins. What’s funny is I passed a 24 hr drug store on the way and could have bought some. He pounded me for 40 mins. He said I know you want cum in your ass so that’s where I’m gonna put it. Deep in you. It was beautiful.

Part 4 I shortly woke up a few hours waking up before my parents got home. I needed to go on my daily run since I had not worked out at all let week. I don’t regret anything I did it had done to be lay week. Jason helped me discover my true self. I finally admitted to myself I had buried thoughts I had about guys after seeing what Jason why through. Now I was free in more ways then one. Free to enjoy sex another man and free from the fear of HIV since I was exposed to the big multiple times since my older brother first fucked me over a week ago. The only freedom I didn’t have was in my service to Steven as my pimp. The idea of serving as a fuck toy for the wealthy men Steven had looked up was rather exciting. I had a steady supply of Tina, already made $600 I tips and received a great blow job from the twink Steven was fucking. The only restriction was to be available evenings when Steven needed me to meet with whomever he had for me too meet. I was on my run I came across Bruce who was our student trainer a couple years back. This past year he was a freshman at a major college in the state. His father told me he was working with the athletic department's sports medicine department. I heard rumors that he was gay so when I saw him out undying of his house I stopped to say hello. I could tell he was surprised I stopped to talk to him as we chatted about this and that, you know, the usual bull shit about classmates. I asked him how the girls were at college and could tell by his answer that he was embellishing his experiences. Bruce asked me how the high school tail was. I didn’t lie, although I left out some details, when I told him “Lately I’ve discovered an older crowd.” He smiled as I spoke and I could see this cock twitch. I invited him to hang out at my place. I knew his house was one of the new that didn’t have a backyard pool. He happily accepted my invitation and said “I'll come by tomorrow, say 10?” I told him, “Right on, That’ll be great.” When I got back to my house after my run I sent a text to Steven telling him about Bruce and my wanting to corrupt him tomorrow. Steven replied, ‘sounds investing, what does Bruce look like?’ I sent him Bruce’s description, 19, 5’10”, 135 pounds, slim buddy, and promised to send a picture when he comes over tomorrow. Steven texted back, ‘he sounds cute….tell you what, been meaning to tell you to shave your pubes off. with how young you look I know a few guys that would get off on the illusion of you being younger teen your real age’ His text about me shaving my pubes had me stunned. I remember most of the boys who were at the party Friday night along with most of the guys that fucked me last week had little or no pubic hair. I figured why not if he was going to let me work on Bruce. I texted back, ‘i'll shave my pubes’ I then received a video call from Steven. He wanted to watch me shaving my pubes. I shaved my cock and what little hair I had around my ass. Steven commented, “Nice, I like the look. Don’t forget under your arms too.” I followed his direction and shaved under my arms listening to Steven telling me what a hot jock ass I had and what a great fucking my ass gave. My pubes were all gone and Steven gave me the all clear to make a move I Bruce with one more condition, but wanted me to live stream the action for him to watch. I had no problem with that, in fact the thought of Steven watching us turned me on. I woke the next morning excited at Bruce coming over to hangout. I threw on a pair of maternal shorts and went downstairs . I saw my parents who didn’t say a word about the other night and ate breakfast. I took a quick shower and went out by the pool. I had my tablet set up so that it wound capture all the action by the pool. Like clockwork Bruce showed up at 10 am. He had on a pair of board shorts and a tank top. I asked if he’d like something drink. He just nodded his head. I told him, “Have a seat and relax while I go grab drinks.” I fixed a couple Cokes with GHB, putting a larger dose in Bruce’s drink and added a splash of rum and some Tina. I took the drinks out and handed Bruce his spiked cola. I you a could good hefty swigs from my drink and sad down. We chatted some as Bruce nervously gulped his drink. Before he knew it, he had finished off his drink and asked for another one. I finished mine off and headed inside to fix a could more. This time I fixed Bruce the same as I did with his first drink although I put in more Tina. I could see the sweat start to form on his forehead and knew the Tina was working. I took a gulp of my drink and commented, “It’s starting to get pretty hot. I think I’m going to get in the pool.” I quickly dropped my shorts and jumped into the cold water buck ass naked. When I came back to the surface and looked up at Bruce who had a semi shocked look on his face. I wasn’t stud if his shocked look beats he couldn't believing I was skinny dipping or the fact that he caught a glimpse of my hard cock when I dropped my shorts. I watched him take a couple big sips of his drink like he was trying to get courage from the alcohol in his drink. The courage that came from his drink was in the form of G and T. Seeing the glassy looks I his eyes, his pupils growing larger with the increase in the sweat I knew the drugs were flowing and would cloud his judgement. Looking up at him with a big smile I asked him, “Are you going to stand there or join me?” I think he was trying to decide if he should take his board shorts off. I knew what I said too him next would help me get him where I wanted him to be of I was to corrupt him further. “Dude it’s just us. I skinny dip all the time when my parents aren’t around. It’s cool with me either way. You can swim with your board shorts on or you can take them off. That’s up to you as long as you get your ass in the pool.” Without hesitation Bruce pulled the tie in his board shorts and dropped them to the pool deck and jumped in the water. When he finally came back up I smile at him and said, “Nice choice.” Bruce smiled at me and I could see the wheels spinning as he tried to think of what to say to me. I caught his eyes drift down trying to make it my still hard cock. When his eyes came back up to meet my gaze and the shit rang grin on my face. He quickly matched my grin as I silently moved closer to him. I knew he was turned on when the tips of our hard cocks touched right before we leaned in towards each other and kissed. He was great kisser as our tongues dualed in and out of each other’s mouths. I knew we were both on the same wave length when we almost simultaneously reached for each other’s hard cocks. After we stopped kissing I suggested, “Why don’t we take this to my bedroom.” I had a camera hidden in my bedroom to capture the action there as well. Wet picked up some new double I the way to my bedroom (Bruce's was pre spiked with G and T). Bruce had already finished his drink when we got to my bedroom and dropped to his knees taking him cock down to the root. Damn, he was a good cock sucker, I was hoping he’d turn out to be a good bottom. After Bruce had been bobbing up and when in my cock for about 5 minutes I figured it was time to take things up a notch. I reached for my pipe that I had already loaded with an ample amount of Tina, lit my torch and heated the bowl. Bruce let my hard cock slip from his mouth as looked up at me and asked, “You smoking weed?” As I blew out the white smoke from my lungs I replied, “No something better.” He stood up with a curious look in his eye. I knew his inhibitions were definitely lowered by the glassy look I his eyes from the G and T he had consumed I his drink. His pupils were very dilated and glassy. I knew he was G'ed out. So I want surprised when he asked, “Can I try it?” The burn was still warm as I heated it for another hit when he asked me if he could try the pipe. I shook my head yes as I took a second hit completely filling my lungs. Bruce the reached for the pipe, but instead I leaned in to kiss him. He seemed to understand what I was thinking as he emptied the air from his. Lungs in time to take the sole from my lungs. He room as much as he sounds as only a little bit escaped or lip lock. The shotgun turned into a passionate kiss as I let him edge my north with his tongue. When we finally stopped kissing Bruce blew out an impressive cloud and I asked him, “How about another one, but this time you hit the pipe and shotgun it to me.” I explained how to heat the bowl so not to burn what’s I the bowl and to slowly inhale. Bruce did exactly as I instructed. He leaned: and we locked lips as before and I inhaled the smoke from his lungs. This time when we kissed my tongue probed his mouth. I had Bruce sit down on my bed. It was my turn to suck cock while Bruce hit the pipe. He let out a site moan as I began to guide him a good job. While I worked his cock with my oral skills he hit the pipe 5 times. In between his hits he softly moaned letting me know he was ready for more. I lifted his legs and moved down to his taint licking my way towards his hole. I paused to admire the hairless, pink pucker I was ready to introduce to the joy of bareback sex. I waited until he blew out his latest hit of Tina. By my count he had just sucked in his sixth lung full of Tina to go with what he had in hits 3 drinks. I was kissing the areas around the hole, taint, inner thighs and his butt crack. Once be exhaled a huge cloud I dove my tongue into his pink pucker. Three soft moans changed into deeper and louder moans as I probed his hole with my tongue. Bruce's hole opened up altering my tongue you penetrate in further. It was easy to tell that his hole was hungry and eager to be filled ass I felt it trying to suck my tongue inside. I tongued as deep as possible while Bruce ran both of his hand through my hair. Anytime I would slightly pull back to get the air Bruce used the hands on my head to pull me back into his ass. I knew he was you’re duty the pickings and flashed a pre arranged signal for Steven to know that soon Bruce was going to get fucked. I pulled out a bottle of Tina laced lube Steven provided and a good size rock of Tina. I began to alternate between fingering and licking his hungry hole. All this stimulation was driving Bruce crazy as his moaning few louder and he sees moving his ass around. As I worked more of the Tina laced lube into Bruce’s hole he complained, “They burns a little.” I took the opportunity of this distraction to slip the rock of Tina into his ass and answered him, “Yeah I’m using a warning lube. You every had your hope played with before like this?” As I pushed the rock as deep as I possibly could into his ass I also kissed and listed his home and the areas around his home to keep him distracted from the new burn he was about to feel. Bruce’s complaint continued as he says, “Ouch! Now that’s really burning.” Quickly his complaints turned it is soft moans which turned hungry loud moans as he began to buck back against my hand as I continued to finger fuck. I stood up from where I had been on my knees feasting on his hairless ass, looked down at Bruce. He was ready to be fucked. I pulled my fingers out of his hungry hole to hear a whimper of disappointment from Bruce. I picked up his legs and rotated him still his head was on the pillow. I put his calves on my shoulders and teased him with the tip of my rock hard 8”cock. Every time I would brush the trip up against his hole Bruce would try and push back I an attempt to get me inside him. I leaned down, gave him a deep passionate kiss before I told him, “I am going to fuck you so good and breed that cute trainer ass.” Bruce looked at me as I got my cock ready to penetrate him and said, “I only play safe.” I answered him, “You used to play safe.” The pushed ¾ of my cock in one thrust. He looked as if he was trying too process what I had just said to him as I pulled back and half way thrusted all of my cock into his ass.

Wow, that was more popular than I expected. Sorry I've been slow to get back, been busy as fuck with work. That being said, I got more for you guys. Enjoy. +++ I was still in a bit of a daze, trying to process everything that had just happened in the short span of a few minutes. Even now, with my dad's HIV-positive cum dripping out of my hole, I couldn't believe it, almost as if I was in the middle of a dream. My dad's hand slapping across my thigh jerked me out of it promptly enough, though, and I shakily turned over onto all fours, my limbs feeling weak under me. His hand came and hooked under my hips, tugging me backward toward him until I was a bit higher, my sore hole presented to him. He licked his lips, reaching for his phone and grabbing it. Under me, I could see my shadow suddenly pronounced, the light of his camera brightly illuminating behind me. I could feel his cock at my hole again, the head teasingly prodding at my abused pucker, then the sound of the camera snapping. Chuckling, he sent the photo off, then tossed the phone aside. Both hands went back to my hips, and with a sigh, he tugged me backward against him, his shaft sinking into my hole with a burning ache. "That's it, slide down on it, Mason," he growled, his hands gripping my midsection tightly as his hips thrust forward. The base of his cock was thick and throbbed hard as he pressed it into me, those hairy, heavy balls pressed hard against my hole. Still pressing in deep, he began to turn his hips around ever so slightly, grinding his cock around in me and pushing at the walls of my ass in every direction. Sliding back out, I could feel my hole being pulled out with him, every veiny inch tugging at my ring and making me shudder. He was no easy fuck by any measure, but at least now with a load in, it seemed to have an easier time than it did before. That wasn't to say it didn't hurt, though; I could still feel the sting with every thrust as his cum worked into my beat up hole. "Now that your cunt is nice and wet, I can take my time, enjoy it..." he groaned, slowly working his cock in and out. I could feel it, every inch of it, sliding in to me, a sick wet noise coming out every time his hips mashed up against my ass again. One hand went up from my waist to my neck, pushing it down and angling me so that my ass was up in the air, the perfect angle for him to drill in deep. One leg came up beside me, his foot planted not far from my head as he began to really, really rut me. The weight of him seemed to be pushing right into my ass, slapping roughly. His breath was heavy, clearly working to ram as hard as he could into me. The entire bed shook along with it, roughly battering against the wall. I couldn't help the small grunts that left me with his thrusts, his size making it impossible to stay quiet. Mitch had never been this rough with me, not to mention as big. It was no doubt too much for me, but my dad didn't care much. As my head was sideways on the bed, I could see him on top of me, a smiled spread wide across his face. Sweat was coating his body in a sheen, dripping through the hair and filling the room with his pungent, musky smell. My eyes were inevitably drawn to the tattoo again, watching it shift as his abs flexed with his movements. He looked down and saw me eying it, then chuckled to himself. "Like it, boy?" he said, grinning wider when he saw me look away. "Maybe we'll get you one, too... Put it right on your cunt, that way everyone knows what it's for," he said, closing his eyes and relishing the idea. As he did it, I could feel the head of his cock grinding over my prostate, my entire body twitching in response to it. He leered at me as he did it, then began to grind it over and over, watching me squirm under him. Even with the burning, I could feel my cock drooling down onto the bed. "Something tells me you're gonna love it, slut," he jeered at me as he jabbed forward over and over, pummeling my prostate until I couldn't help but cry and whimper out in time with it. "There you go, let it out. Daddy's got more to give you..." He stopped talking then, instead focusing on my fucking me literally senseless. It was too big, filling me up beyond what I could handle, but he didn't care, instead mashing my prostate repeatedly with frenzied strokes. His breaths came out in grunts and snarls, and before I knew what was going on, his foot was down on my face, pushing it into the bed as he snarled, ramming in as deep as he could. I thought he was going to cum soon, but he seemed to have other plans, sustaining the brutal rutting for a few minutes, his sweat dripping down onto my back and shoulders, his scent covering me outside like his load covered me within. Some of his cum dripped down my balls, a good bit of it squelching about and coating my ass and the hair around his groin. In the midst of the lewd, wet noises, I could hear his phone buzzing, and finally, he slowed down for a brief moment to reach down over and pick his phone up. His foot left my face then, and I got a chance to breathe for a bit while he paid attention to his phone. He put it up to his ear, only slowing down his thrusts as he said, "You're here? Yeah. No, go on ahead. The door's unlocked. We're upstairs." He hung up, and soon after, heavy footfalls began to make their way up the stairs. When they reached my room, the door opened to reveal what I could only guess was a trucker, from the look of it. He was a big bear of a man, his belly big and round unlike my dad's more muscular, dense tone. He was dressed in a leather jacket, an oil-stained pair of jeans, and a confederate flag cap. He stood a good foot taller than my dad, and as he came in, I could feel my heart race at the knowledge of what he was here for. Even now, I could see the sizable swell of his bulge in the front of his jeans. "This your new cunt?" "Sure is. This is Mason... I think I told you about him," he said with a devious grin. For his part, the newcomer seemed surprised. "Mason, say hello to my buddy Jack. Y'all are gonna get to know each other real well," he said, not missing a beat as he continued to thrust away. Jack seemed the opposite; clearly, my dad hadn't told him who it was that he'd found to stick his cock into. "Jesus, Connor, you're pozzing your own son?" for a moment, I took his incredulity to be disapproval, but he then whistled, shaking his head and reaching down to rub at his bulge. "Sure am. Caught him with his legs up like a whore, so..." he trailed off, chuckling. Jack grinned back, shaking his head. He was loving it, standing there and watching as my dad fucked away. The intensity picked back up and soon I was grunting again, my hands grasping at the sheets while I slammed forward over and over again. Jack came forward to the bed, his denim-covered groin right in front of me. He smelled of tobacco and sweat, the outline of his cock visible through the jeans. It was monstrous, even bigger than my dad's. "You know, we call Jack here Jack the Ripper, on account of his cock having a knack for tearing up a cunt when he uses it," my dad said, and I had no trouble believing him. If my dad was a tough fit, it was impossible to imagine that massive thing entering me. He began to undo his belt, the buckle loosening around his midsection and the jeans sliding down. His belly hung down over some, but even then, I could see the fat, uncut cock hanging down from it, a piercing peeking out from the foreskin. It wasn't fully hard yet, but it looked to be at least 7 inches already. "Get your mouth on it, boy." Jack was all too happy to help, reaching down with a hand to run his fingers through my hair, gripping it some and bringing my face to the base of his cock. His scent was strong there, like salt and maleness, and I could feel his cock throb against my face, grinding against it as my mouth got a taste of his balls. He held me there, forcibly burying my face in his dense pubic hair against him. After a few moments, he pulled me up, giving me only a moment to pause before the tip was at my lips, the piercing pressing in between them and making its way in as his shaft stretched my jaws open. It was a cramped fit, and the sensation of that piercing rubbing into the back of my throat wasn't helping. Jack wasn't one to care, though; every time I tried to pull back off of his cock, his hand would hold me steady, forcing me further back down instead of letting me up for air. I could feel tears in my eyes as I fought not to retch, barely keeping my stomach down before that glistening length was popped out, dripping with spittle and precum and positively huge. At full length, he was about eleven inches, the base of it looking about as thick as my wrist. Behind me, I heard my dad laugh. "I felt that... You're tightening up your cunt just thinking about it, aren't you?" It was impossible not to, and I suddenly found myself glad that my dad was still fucking me, ironically enough. The longer he fucked me, the longer I had before Jack had his turn. Almost as if reading my mind, my dad began to pick up the pace, snarling as he pounded away. "Stuff his throat again, Jack. I want him to squeeze it out..." Jack nodded, grabbing my head in his massive paw of a hand and pushing me down on his cock again, my face soon buried under his belly as his cock fucked deep into my throat, the front of my neck bulging out obscenely with it. I tugged away, desperate for air, and I could feel my hole clench around my dad's cock, a hiss coming from between his teeth as he hunched over me, his sweaty belly on my back, chest on my shoulders, breath hot on my ear. With a low grunt, he slammed in deep, his cock flexing and spewing another load into me. His weight went slack, relaxing as pulse after pulse of cum was deposited inside me. Jack finally let me off of his cock, thick strands of spittle connecting from my lips to it. "Turn 'im around,'" he grunted, and after a moment, my dad picked himself up off of me, my back wet with his sweat, then pulled his cock out of me with a tug. His cock popped out of me and I gasped, feeling the warm cum leaking out of me and the emptiness left without his cock inside me. I didn't have much time to ponder or savor it, though, as they both maneuvered me around roughly, making me turn around onto my back so that my hole was at the edge of the bed. At that point, I could see Jack above me, a cigar between his lips. He brought a lighter to the tip, holding it there till it was well-lit and glowing orange. Putting the lighter away, he stepped forward, one hand pulling his cock up then letting it slap down against mine on the bed. It was almost comical how his cock dwarfed mine, and I could tell already that it was going to be a painful fit given how heavily it lay against me. That was all the reprieve I got, though. Jack soon pulled his hips back some, that cock sliding down my balls until the piercing was pressed up into my crack. I could feel the metal pressing against my open pucker, and as I began to fidget, my dad's hands came down on my arms, pinning them down and holding me in place. "Now, now, boy, don't be rude." "Dad, please, he's too big, there's no way he's gonna fit," I begged, too terrified of that cock to worry about the fact that I was being disobedient. "Aw, hell, boy, that's what they all say," Jack said, chuckling to himself as he pushed his cock into me, no warning or preparation. I simply felt the metal pushing past my pucker, then the fat head soon following. Given how my dad had been fucking me, it wasn't too terrible of an entry, but his cock soon filled out, and I could feel my hole being stretched once more. The burn returned, soon replaced by the sharp pain of my hole being opened beyond what it was supposed to. It relentlessly pushed forward even as my hole desperately tried to push it out. "There you go... I can feel your pussy milking me, baby... Gonna knock you up with my strain too...." he said, sighing and letting smoke stream out. He wasn't even fully into me, but I already felt like I was being split in two. Before long, he seemed to hit a wall, my hole stubbornly refusing to give despite his rough jabs. He seemed annoyed by this, then reached into one of his pockets. "Sniff." He held a bottle of poppers to my nose. I knew what they were of course and I gladly obeyed, bringing my head forward a bit to put my nose at the edge and inhaled deeply. They were new and strong, and I immediately felt the rush going through me and the pain in my hole lessen. "Again." Another few hits, each time getting me more giddy than before. By the time he was done, I felt weak, the burn in my hole almost feeling distant. Jack seemed satisfied, and with a rough thrust, I felt him break in deep, his shaft sliding in the remaining few inches with relatively little difficulty. I couldn't believe the fact that he was in me... Entirely in me. I looked down, almost expecting to see a bulge in my stomach where I could feel his cock pulsing in me, as if deep in my core. I let head fall back then, almost delirious. This couldn't be happening, could it? My dad seemed to take advantage of the opportunity to straddle my face then, covering up my view of Jack. "How about you clean off daddy's cock, hm?" He said, pushing his shaft in between my lips and sliding the cum-slick length down into it. It didn't taste too bad, though I could still taste a hint of metal in it from the way he'd torn me up. No doubt Jack was only making it worse, especially as he began to pull his shaft out of me. I could feel his piercing dragging out inside of me, the sensation making me groan around my dad's cock as it hauled back and forth in me. I felt like I was being punched in the gut over and over, being stuffed so utterly again and again. "Fuck, I ain't gonna last long at this rate," Jack said to himself with a chuckle, and I could see my dad grinning above me. If I wasn't mistaken, I'd almost say he looked proud. "Yeah, I really scored with this one, didn't I?"

2. I tried to relax, bent over the coffee table with the shard of meth dissolving in my ass. I watched the porn, trying to take my mind off my current situation. On screen, the white guy was bent over a couch, and the black guy was poking his uncut cockhead against the white boy's ass. It wasn't going to be long before I was in the same position. Eli's cock was now hard as a rock, and he wasn't going to be satisfied with just my attempts at deep throating his tool. "Get up on the couch, bro," Eli said, after a few minutes. My hole was tingling, almost burning from the bump that had melted inside of it. It wouldn't be long before I was going to be wagging my butt, begging Eli to stick his tool up there. "Nice ass. Enjoyed that view. It's gonna be a pleasure getting in there and breeding your hole a few times." I sat on the couch and draped one of my legs over Eli's massive thigh. This position kept my hole exposed to Eli. He didn't waste the opportunity, and started to finger my hole. We were both getting lost in the drug-high, feeling the tweak come on strong. "What were you doing on the west side," I finally asked. "I was in the state penn, bro," he said. "Free and clear yesterday afternoon." "For?" I asked. I hoped I wasn't going too far by asking him. "Got in a fight, and ended up punching a guy out. Got a year for it. Just think of it as a year at the gym though." With his free hand, he rubbed his chest, squeezing his massive pecs. I leaned over and nibbled on a nip. I was surprised at just how muscular he was; I kept finding new mounds of muscle to worship. Nor did he have an ounce of fat on him. "Not worried by that?" he asked. I shook my head no. All I could think about was how much I needed some cock. Any cock. And his was right there, hard and ready. "Guess it takes more to scare you," he said. I was still locked to his nip, so I just nodded in agreement. He had moved beyond just playing with my hole and was now sticking a finger up there. I had relaxed a lot since he had given me the booty bump, and his finger had slid in easily. "Still pretty tight," he said, not quite agreeing with my feeling. "Gonna have to let Javi go in first and get you opened up properly." Almost as soon as he said that, my phone rang. I had to disentangle myself from Eli: finger out of my hole, no longer licking his pecs, and my leg off his thigh. "Hi, this is Matt," I said, finally able to answer the phone. "Hey, it's Javier, Eli's bud. I'm at the front gate," the voice on the phone said. "Come on up," I said. "You know where it is." I buzzed him in, and hung up. "It's Javier," I told Eli. "You gonna meet Javi at the door like that? Totally naked?" he asked. "He'd dig that. Get him boned right up." "Why the hell not?" I said. I got up and headed to the front door, my dick swinging in the air. A few moments later, there was a knock. I opened it, and Javier was standing there. He wasn't as big as Eli, probably about six feet high, thinner, but still muscular. Instead of Eli's stubble he had a small goatee. I couldn't quite tell his race; it was a mixture of Afro-American and hispanic; maybe blatino was the best description. Like Eli, his hair was shaved short. The light drizzle had wet it down a bit though. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a light jacket. "Damn. You guys didn't waste any time getting started." he said, eyeing me up. He walked in, and I shut the door behind him." "Yeah, we have," I said. He paused in the hallway and looked me over. "Turn around," he said. I did as I was told, feeling acutely naked and vulnerable. "Very nice," he said and smacked me on the ass. He took off his damp jacket and I hung it up. Then we both went into the living room. "Hey Eli. Good to see you again bro," he said. "Man, Nice to see you again too," Eli replied. "When you get out?" Javi asked. "Yesterday. Just got here this morning." "Well, welcome home. Got you a little gift." Javi pulled his wallet out from his pocket. He opened it, and took out a small bag, placing it on the coffee table. Even from the doorway, I could see it was stuffed full of tina. "Fuck, that's totally awesome. Hope you don't have to be anywhere today." Eli turned to be. "Got another V for Javi?" "Yeah, I think." I went into the bedroom, and found an extra tablet. I came back to the living room by way of the kitchen, getting Javier a beer. I handed both of them to Javi. "Right on! Gonna be a fun day," he said as he popped the blue pill and took a swig from the bottle. He turned to Eli. "You're looking good. How's everything going?" "Don't ask. Cunt of a nurse was fucking things up. Gotta see Weiss this week and get my meds right." Eli grabbed the pipe off the table. "But let's think about better things. Like getting you up to speed with us." Eli took the torch and started heating up the glass bowl. Javier sat down on the couch and took the pipe's stem in his mouth, letting Eli handle the torch. He took a long hit, and held it. Eli motioned to me "Shotgun it from him, Matt" I kneeled down in front of Javi, and took his hit. Like Eli's hits, it was big. I knew I wouldn't be able to take many more hits from either without getting way too far gone. Almost as soon as Javi had finished pushing out the hit to me, he took the pipe and torch, and started to heat the bowl again. "Gotta catch up with your guys," he said. "Good plan," said Eli. "Matt's just done a big booty bump and its barely taken effect." "Sweet," Javi said, "And you? Where are you?" As he finished speaking, he put the pipe in his mouth. I couldn't hold my hit any longer, and exhaled it. "You know me. I've been sucking on the glass cock ever since I called you. And Matt's been sucking on my cock. Take the next one as well, Matt," Eli said. Javi was puffing at the pipe hard, getting as much of the vapor as he could. Finally when he stopped, he motioned for me to lean in and take his hit. It was even bigger and stronger than the first one Javier had done. I inhaled as much of it as I could, but even so, there was dense fog that escaped. "Nice," Eli said. "You'll catch up with us soon enough." "I'm feeling a bit already," Javi said. "But this bowl is spent." Still kneeling down in front of him, I took the pipe from him. He was right. The glass bowl was almost empty. As I was examining it, Javi stood up, and pulled off his shirt, throwing it into a corner. "Use my stash," he said, indicating the bag he had put on the table. "And don't skimp on loading it up." Hands shaking from the hits I had already done, and the booty bump starting to kick in, I emptied nearly half the bag into the bowl, filling it well. Javi kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his jeans. He wasn't as muscular as Eli, but was still well-defined. Across his dark chest, there was a smattering of hair, and a bit of it was grey. It was surprisingly sexy on him. He was wearing a pair of boxers and already, there was a definite tent growing in them. He sat back on the couch. "You should have the honor of the first hit, Eli," he said. I lit the torch, and melted the mass of crystals in the bowl. As the pipe began to smoke, Eli took it from me, and started to suck down the vapor. I held the torch under it, making sure he got a good hit. As he finished, he handed the pipe to me. "Your turn, Matt," Eli said, trying not to let any of the smoke escape from his lungs. I shook my head no. I was already feeling pretty far gone, and wanted to slow down a little bit. "Don't be a pussy," Javi said. "I want to see you do a hit." I reluctantly put the pipe to my mouth, and lit the torch. As I did my hit, Eli shotgunned Javi. The two of them started to make out as they finished exchanging the cloud. Javi reached down and pushed down his boxers as they made out. His cock sprang free, sticking straight up. Not as big as Eli's, it was still a very respectable eight inches. At the base, there was a thick bush and a pair of heavy balls. As I put down the pipe, Eli broke off his kiss with Javi. "Give me your hit," he said to me. "Then take Javi's hit." I leaned over towards Eli, and exhaled the smoke into his mouth. Immediately, Javi grabbed me, and I was forced to inhale his hit. It took me a moment to realize that this was the one that Eli had started. We were all sharing hits now, making sure that the drugs had maximum effectiveness. Even third hand, it was bigger and stronger than the one I just done. I being taken far further than I had ever planned. "Wow, that was weak bro," Eli said, as he blew out the hit I had shotgunned him. " You're in the big leagues now. We're going to have to get you used to what a real man does." "No kidding, man," Javi echoed. "Let's do this right. Hand me the pipe," he said to Eli. Javi grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down to his crotch. "Suck me off," he said, as he lit the torch. I took the tip of his cock in my mouth, feeling the firm warmth of his head fill my mouth. Javi was taking a long hit on the pipe, enjoying the combination of getting high and getting his cock licked to a firm erection. Eli was the biggest man I had ever encountered. Luckily, Javi wasn't as big. As his cock got harder, I realized it was going to be about nine inches long, and reasonably thick. I hoped that he was going to be the first to enter my hole, since he would help me get ready for Eli's monster. Javi finished his hit, and let the torch go out as I continued to service him. He turned to Eli, and then shotgunned the hit to the muscular black man. Once done, Javi relaxed and let the waves of pleasure wash over him. "Hot movie," he said, kicking back, watching the screen as he kept a hand on the back of my head. There was just enough pressure from Javi to let me know I shouldn't stop servicing his shaft. I kept up my efforts, trying to get more of his cock into my mouth. Eli finally letting out his hit. "Yeah, it is," he said. Noticing my efforts on Javi's, Eli asked, "How's that feel for you?" "Pretty damn good. But it would be even better if I could get into his throat." I knew it was less a request than an order. I pulled off his cock just long enough to grab the bottle of poppers and do a huff. As my attention returned to Javi's cock, Eli lit the torch again, getting ready for another hit. I ignored the sound of the torch and the faint smell of the crystal and focused on the shaft in front of me. I opened my mouth and worked my way down as far as I could. I made sure to get his shaft nice and wet. The extra lubrication would help me when I eventually had to force it deep into my throat. As Eli drew on the pipe once more, I felt Javi's cockhead hit the back of my throat. I swallowed, then forced myself to do what I knew I had to do. I could feel Javi push into my throat. The poppers were filling my mind, and all I wanted was to get as much of his man's cock in my mouth as possible. I tried not to gag. Javi needed a man to worship his cock, and I was lucky enough to be the cocksucker he had chosen. Even if it was because I was the only one there, it was still an honor to be on my knees, Javi allowing his cock to press into my throat. Once his cock entered my throat, it was surprisingly easy to take all of it. My lips soon hit the base of his cock, his balls right up against my chin. There was no response from Javi other than a low moan of pleasure. Still keeping his hand on the back of my head, Javi leaned over, and shotgunned Eli's hit. The two men stayed lip locked, enjoying a long kiss. I watched these two strong, masculine men kissing each other. But their intimacy and closeness only made them more desirable and more unattainable. They were sharing something between them that I wouldn't ever be able to understand. I knew I was just their toy for the day, something to help them relate to each other. I was providing them with the drugs they were flying on, the porn they were getting turned on by, and most importantly, the two holes they would be abusing all day. All of this, I glady gave for their pleasure. "Nice," Javi said, as they both blew out their smoke. Even though they had swapped the hit back and forth a few times, my head was still wrapped in a dense cloud of smoke. I knew they were both getting a good tweak going. I hardly knew either of them, and what I did know about the two wasn't good. But yet I was getting them high, and allowing them get me higher than I had ever been before. I knew the day, maybe even the weekend, was going to be a memorable experience for me. However, at the moment, my world was Javi's cock. I wanted it inside of me. I wanted to keep it hard, to show how much of a man Javi was, and how easily he had dominated me. At the very least, I wanted Javier to acknowledge me as a cocksucker. "Bro, you feeling good yet?" Eli asked Javi. Out of the corner of my eye, I could Eli was still stroking his massive cock. "Yeah, definitely getting there," Javi answered. "Cocksucker is doing a great job on my cock, and the favors are definitely fine." He took the pipe from Eli. "One more for me, I think," he said. "Share it with Matt, man. He needs it bad, especially after that last pussy hit he did," Eli said. "Right on." He lifted me off of his cock. "Ready for a proper hit?" he asked me. I was already missing the feeling of his cock in my throat, and I could only nod in response. To my surprise, he put the pipe in my mouth first. I had thought he was just going to shotgun his hit to me. But he held the torch under it. "You need to do a proper hit first," he said. I waited for the bowl to fill with smoke before I started to pull. I did several distinct huffs, each time making sure the bowl re-filled with the thick smoke. Each drag I thought would be my last, until I looked at Javi or Eli, and knew they wanted me to do at least one more. Finally, my lungs were full and I simply couldn't do any more. "Now, that's how a real man hits the pipe, cocksucker," Javi said, giving me a sign of his approval. I had a sudden rush of pleasure from his small acknowledgement, thinking I might just be able to share in the bond these two men had. But I quickly realized it was only the favors doing the thinking for me, making me feel more connected than I had any right to be. "Give it to me," Javier said, leaning into me. Our mouths met, and I exhaled my hit into his mouth. He didn't try to break off the kiss, but instead pushed his tongue into my mouth. It was a nice bonus, and I was glad to share the intimacy with him. He held the hit for longer than I expect, the entire time his tongue was probing and exploring my mouth. His cock had already done one round of exploration, and his tongue was even more proof how he had easily laid claim to my body and holes. Finally, he blew the hit right back into my mouth. I wasn't expecting it, but was able to inhale a good bit of it. Even so, a lot it was lost in a thick cloud around our heads. Despite being passed back and forth, it was still strong hit, at least as strong as any I had done. I knew I was going to soon regret partying so hard with these men. I wasn't sure of my choices or actions. My only guide to what to do was to make sure these men were hard, they were happy, and any of their desires were satisfied "There's another hit for you, cocksucker," Javi said. "Getting you where I want you." "Right on," Eli said. "Got any left in the pipe? You're still lagging behind me and the cocksucker." Javier took the pipe from me, and looked at it. "Still enough for at least one good hit." The bowl was warm from my hit and began to smoke quickly as he held the torch under it. Javi puffed a few times on the pipe, clearing out the bowl, and then began to suck on the glass cock in earnest. It seemed like he was on the pipe for an eternity, but my sense of time was so distorted, it was probably less than a minute. Finally, he let the torch go out, and took one last drag, emptying the bowl. "Spent?" asked Eli. Javi nodded, and I took the pipe from him in order to re-fill it. Before I could do anything, Javi grabbed me. He wanted to shotgun the hit to me. I shook my head no. I was really starting to feel the tweak, with my cock throbbing and my hole itching. Even as I started to smack my lips involuntarily, a classic sign for me of being tweaked, Javi locked onto my mouth and pushed his hit into my body. I inhaled as he wanted, and it filled me up. I held it as long as I could, as Javi explored my mouth with his tongue. Eli leaned into us, pushing Javier away. He forced his lips against mine, rubbing his thick stubble against my face. I knew what to do, and exhaled the hit into his waiting mouth. He sucked it in, fast draining my lungs. I had to break off the kiss, just to get some air in my lungs. Before I could breathe, Javi grabbed me back, and re-filled me with more of the drug. Eli and I sat there, letting the tina soak into our bloodstream and head to our brains. Finally, Eli exhaled. Only then did I feel ok in exhaling my own hit. Neither cloud was as thick as earlier ones, but they still were getting the job done. "Good?" Eli asked Javier. "Oh yeah. Time to have some fun," Javi said.

1. Clint "Are you awake?" Greg asked me softly. "Yeah, I am," I said. His cock was nestled against my ass, and his arm, already wrapped around my chest, sought out my nipple, and began to play with it. "How are you feeling?" he asked me. "Ok, I guess," I said. I was doing only ok; I wanted to never think again, and sleep the rest of the week. "Jason told me to go to practice yesterday. He said it would help." "I know. Nathan told me to work out as well." "I wonder what it would be like if we hadn't done that." "Worse, I'm sure," Greg said. "How are you doing physically? After the weekend?" I laughed. "You mean, how is my ass doing?" "Yeah. Exactly. How many was it?" "Men? or loads?" I asked. "Either. Both." "For the men, you know them. But numbers? Honestly. I lost count. I mean, just starting out, I got at least four loads." Through the effects of the weed, the crystal, the GHB, and the lack of sleep, it was all a blur. But I remembered that seemingly, there was always a cock inside of me. Even when we went to the club, there was always a raw cock inside of me. "At the end," Greg started. His cock pressed against me, desperate to assert its dominance over me. "You were so wet. So open." "I know. It was hard to take you." "It was?" Greg's voice suddenly got softer, more tender. "Yeah. My hole was so damn sore." Greg's cock had been like a burning hot poker sliding into me. Jason had given me a few hits on the pipe before, and I think the thick clouds were the only thing that allowed me to take it. "But you didn't say anything." "I know. I didn't want to deny you," I said. The entire weekend was a bit of a fog, between the drugs, the sex, the men. I remembered finally coming down and being nestled between Greg and Jason, with Greg's cock right up against my hole. I wanted to be with Greg, to be with someone I knew and who knew me. "Really. Boo. You should have said something." "No, it was ok. It was something I wanted to share with you." "And now?" Greg's cock was a titanium rod. It had been nearly two days since he had last gotten any relief, and his balls were filling up with his deadly juice. "You want to fuck me?" "Yeah," Greg replied. "I do." "You want to fuck me with that poz cock of yours?" "Yeah. I want to fuck you bareback. Breed that hot soccer jock butt of yours." "Do you think I'll ever say no to you?" "I think you should. But I am glad you don't." "Breed me," I said. As I reached for the tub of coconut oil Jason had given me, I extracted myself from Greg's embrace, and rolled onto my back. With one arm, I held up a leg, while I smeared some of the thick grease on my hole. It no longer hurt, but I had definitely been fucked hard over the weekend. Greg knelt between my legs, his cock sticking up straight against his flat stomach. "You sure?" he asked, as he smeared some lube on his shaft. It glistened like a deadly snake, poised to strike. "Absolutely sure." My cock was throbbing, and I reached down to play with it. Despite how turned on and horny I was, my cock was remaining defiantly soft. It had been the same way in Palm Springs. Jason had said it sometimes happened in response to crystal. I felt a bit ashamed; the thing that made me a man was missing in action and left me only able to get fucked. "Fuck me. Breed me." "Poz you?" Greg asked. His dick head was now pressed up against my hole. "That too," I said. I released my flaccid shaft and grabbed his waist. I pulled him closer to me. It also forced his cock into me. Luckily, my hole had mostly recovered from the assault over the weekend, and it was not the unpleasant experience I had feared when I first committed to Greg. But, on the other hand, neither was it completely pain-free. Like all good things, getting Greg's load was not going to be easy. "I'm inside you, boo," Greg said. "My raw cock inside your hole." He was smiling widely, ecstatic to be connected with me again. "Hell yeah," I said. Like his uncle, Greg was hung, and his cock was opening me up again. I didn't know if I was smiling in pleasure or wincing in pain. "Give it to me," I said. The line between pain and pleasure was a delicate one, and as Greg began to piston in and out of me, I crossed back and forth between the two worlds. "You want?" Greg asked me. He had reached over and found a bottle of poppers. "Please," I said. He unscrewed the cap, and took a quick hit, before handing the bottle to me. I inhaled deeply, letting the invisible gas fill my lungs. I handed it back to him. He took another long hit, before putting the cap back on and slamming his cock into me. "Fuck," Greg moaned. "You feel amazing." He rested my legs on his shoulders, and bent me over. His face was inches from mine. I craned my neck, reaching up for our lips to meet. He did the same, and in the heat of the popper-fueled euphoria, we kissed deeply. "I want you to be mine. I want you to be my poz man." "Your infected man." "Taking all my loads." "Taking all the loads," I repeated Greg's words back, with such a small, but such an important difference. "Fucking sexy soccer slut," he said, pushing his cock deeper into me. He was dripping pre-cum now. Between the spit we were swapping in kissing, the sweat from our bodies, and the potent pre-cum dripping out of his cock, I couldn't get enough of his fluids. "So many men this weekend." "So many loads," I said. "And now you're in my fucking bed. Taking my dick." I smiled. "Your bed?" I asked. "My bed. And you're fucking me in it." "Our bed?" Greg said, offering a compromise. "And you're marking me?" I asked. "Marking you as mine." "Always," I said. "I'll always be yours." "Always taking my load?" "Hell yeah!" I grunted. Greg held the poppers under my nose once more. I had no choice but to inhale and feel the waves of pleasure washing over me. "Fuck me, man. Fuck me hard." Greg paused his assault on my ass long enough for him to do a hit as well. "You really want it? Really want my poz load up your hole?" "Yeah," I said. "I do." Greg put the cap back on the poppers. "I want it from you." "Me too," Greg said. His face was flushed, as the poppers started to hit him. "I'm getting close," he said. "Don't pull out," I said. I grabbed onto Greg's waist, and pulled him in close. "I want every drop." Greg leaned in to me, his eyes locked onto mine. His breathing was getting shorter, as he edged every closer to the inevitable release. With each stroke of his cock, my hole was also getting hungrier. "Please," I grunted, before he slammed his shaft back into me. "Of course," he said, before shoving his tongue into my mouth. "I'm gonna fill that hole with my poz seed." "Oh yeah," I said. His cock was dripping pre-cum now. "Oh hell," he grunted, and slammed his cock into me. His body convulsed, his dick twitched, and my ass was filled with his thick, toxic seed. "Oh HELL," he grunted again, as another spam racked his body. "Give it to me," I said, as I clenched my ass around his shaft, trying to milk out every drop. Greg had fucked me often enough that his cock was now a familiar presence in my body and his seed was a comforting presence. Other men provided variety and spice, but Greg provided consistency and solidity. "Oh hell," Greg continued. In the middle of his orgasm, deep thought was well beyond his cognitive ability. All he was focused on was the pleasures and sensations from his dick. "Oh hell," he said again, as another spurt of semen landed inside of me. "Every drop," I said. "Don't spare me. You know I want it. All of it." "You're getting it. Every drop." "I want to be like you," I said. "I want to give it to you." We didn't have to talk about what it was. We both knew the gift that he was sharing with me. "I want us to share it. Share a special bond." His orgasm ending, Greg was now able to speak more coherently. "I like it when you cum in me," I said, as the last few drops dripped from his poz rod and into my body. "I like cumming in you." He leaned in and kissed me again. "I really like cumming in you." "Me too," I said, between long kisses. His cock was still buried in my ass. Every once in a while, there would be a residual spasm from the orgasm, just enough to remind me that I was still impaled on his hard shaft. "I love you," he said. "I love you too," I said. "Did you enjoy the weekend?" he asked me. We had barely talked about what had happened. I wasn't even sure I could remember all of the details, and here, the details were exactly how many times I had been fucked me over the course of the 36 hours. "I did. Did you?" "Hell yeah. Seeing you get fucked. Getting inside that sloppy soccer jock butt. Knowing how much you had done. Gets me hard just thinking about it." He wasn't lying. His tool was still nestled inside my hole, and even though it was so soon after he came, his cock was starting to stiffen and lengthen. It felt like it was searching out some vulnerability hidden deep in my body. "I'm glad," I said. "Are we going to do it again?" I asked. "The partying? Or the playing? Or both?" "Both," I said. "Or either." He stared at me, his brown eyes examining my face, seemingly alert for every subtle twitch of my expression. "Yeah," he finally said. "I would. You?" "I would. It felt good to share that with you. To share it with Nathan and Jason." "With Sean? With Vic? Them too?" "Yes, them too." I paused for a moment. I wanted to ask him something else. "Maybe. Next time," I stammered. I didn't want to end the sentence, to learn what Greg would think of me. So, I did the obvious thing, and kissed him. "Next time?" Greg said, as he pushed me away. "You aren't going to get away from that opening with just a kiss." "I dunno," I said. I knew what I wanted to say. But I couldn't bring myself to say it. Luckily, Greg came to my rescue. "So, you want a next time? I mean, partying?" "Yeah," I said. "I do. And I liked it like this time. Some time with a group, but some time alone with you." "Good," Greg said. "I liked sharing you. I liked seeing you go off with my friends, knowing they were going to fill you with their infected cum." He grinned. "And," he continued, "I liked getting fucked as well." "I liked watching you take cock." Greg's cock was now hard once more, and he was starting to slowly pump my ass. The cum he had recently injected into me was lubricating his strokes, making them just bearable. "Would you..." he started, but trailed off before he could complete the sentence. 'Would I?" I parroted his statement back to him. "Would I what?" I tried to imagine what Greg wanted me to do, especially in light of all the things I did over the weekend. It was a short list. "Would you want to play with Doug? I mean, party with him?" "Yeah," I said. "I would. Is he..." I wanted to know if he had converted yet. Or, better, I needed to know. I wanted to be Greg's project, to convert first of all the men he had been fucking. If Doug got it first, I feared that Greg would think we weren't compatible. "Not yet," Greg said. "At least last time we talked. Why? Hungry for more infected sperm?" "Always. You know that." I clenched my hole, feeling Greg's shaft keeping me open. It reminded me just how vulnerable I was around him, although despite our near-constant efforts, I was just as healthy as the day we had first met. "But only you have what I want. What I need. Doug doesn't have it." "I guess we're going to have to keep trying, huh?" "Yeah. I guess so." I didn't tell him how jealous of Doug I was. I didn't mind that he was fucking Doug on a regular basis; I was included in their playtime often enough that it felt more like a team effort than anything else. Besides, I was getting plenty of dick other guys. What I was terrified of, what kept me up in at night, even when I was wrapped in Greg's arms, was what if Doug got infected before I did? "You ok, boo?" Greg asked me. He had noticed my attention had wandered. "Yeah," I said. "I'm fine. Going to be even better when you get me knocked up." "I know. I'm looking forward to it as well." "What if it doesn't happen?" I asked. "I love you," he said. "I love you too." "We have years to make it happen." Greg pushed himself up off my chest. His hard cock was still deep in me; he pulled it out, then pushed it back in. The fluid from his first load squished around inside of me, a deadly mixture of sperm, semen, and virus. "But it's never going to happen if you don't keep taking loads." "Poz loads," I said. "Fucking dirty, infected poz loads." "Like mine." "Being slammed in deep," I said. "Fat, long dicks dripping infected pre-cum." "Like mine," Greg echoed back. "Are you going to breed me again?" I asked. I was hungry for it. My mind was still a bit fogged by the after-effects of the crystal, and I suddenly felt like this was the most important question I had asked Greg. I was almost shaking from the immediate, overpowering fear that he would turn me down. But my dark-haired stud did not fail me. "Yes. Of course I am. Longer. Deeper. Harder." With each word, he took a stroke into my ass, reminding me of exactly my position as the bottom. I gasped, but as Greg continued his relentless penetration and exploration of my hole, I moved past the point of pain, and into pleasure. I was aware of every millimeter of his cock as it explored my body, getting deeper than I thought possible. "Please," I murmured. "Whatever you want. As long as I get your load." "My poz load. You want my diseased spooge, don't you?" "Please," I said. My entire body ached for his cum. "I need it." "You are a hungry stud today," Greg said. "I can feel it inside you. Sucking my cock in deeper. Milking out my pre-cum." He pushed in deeper, smiling as I winced in pain. "Oh, baby," he said, noticing my wince. "You ok?" However solicitous his voice was, I noticed that his cock stayed just as deep in me as ever. "Just a second. Let me get used to it." "Of course. And this never hurts, does it?" He held the bottle of poppers under my nose. It was impossible for me not to inhale the thick chemical aromas. The poppers hit me fast and hard, the sudden rush radiating out from my brain, across my body, and focusing in on my hole. "Keep on taking it. Fucking big hit." "Oh fuck," I moaned. "Oh fuck," I moaned again as my mind exploded into a million different thoughts. "Oh goddamn fuck," I moaned, as my body was racked by spasms of pleasure. "Focus," Greg said, stroking my abs, finding my treasure trail down to my dick. I looked down, expecting to see the soft husk of my dick. However, as Greg's greasy hands ran over it, I was amazed to see it stiff and erect. "Focus on my cock," Greg said again. "Focus on my poz cock. Focus on me dripping deadly pre-cum into you." "Oh god," I moaned. "I want it. Give me your virus." I had just heard Jason talk about spreading the bug when he had been fucking me over the weekend. Memories of those intense two days were coming back to me, albeit blurred by the drugs we had done. The memories were making focus on anything hard. "Just cum in me." "Oh fuck, you want this deadly load, don't you?" Greg had grabbed onto my cock, and was stroking it in synchrony with my own strokes onto his dick. "So fucking hard, getting pounded by my poz cock." "Oh fuck." Greg's hand on my cock had sent another spasm of pleasure through my body, and I was worried I was going to cum far too soon. If I came, I wasn't going to be able to get fucked, and I didn't want to deny Greg the opportunity to breed my hole once more. "Just cum in me. Fucking fuck me up and infect me." "Wanna give it to you," Greg grunted. "Fucking hot bro, you begging for my poz seed. Getting me so damn close." I saw the look in Greg's eyes. Crazed with lust, the animal that all of us possessed was coming out. Once the fierce beast took over Greg's mind, it was only a matter of time before my boyfriend would shoot me full of his toxic waste. I knew how to bring out the beast. "Come on man," I said. "Wanna feel that deadly cum in my hole. Get me knocked up. Get me infected." "You want it?" Greg replied, the beast spreading from his eyes across his face. "Tell me what you want, bro." "I want your sperm. I want you to shoot in me. I want you to breed me with that infected cum of yours." I caught my breath. "I want you to give me AIDS. I want you to be the one that kills me." "Oh hell, bro," Greg said, the sounds almost an indistinct growl. "You're going to get it." The battle against beast had been lost. The man I knew as Greg, my boyfriend, was no longer fucking me. Instead, I was being raped by a totally different, yet strangely familiar Greg. Everything about him was amplified, from his personality to seemingly the size of his cock. I grabbed his head and pulled him to me. "Give me the virus," I said, before jamming my tongue in his mouth. His reaction was immediate; his cock slammed back into my hole. Since the poppers had long worn off, I was barely prepared for the intrusion. I winced and simultaneously tightened my ass around his cock. "Owwwwww," I grunted. "You ok?" I nodded. "Good, because I don't want to stop," Greg said. The animal was still there, still controlling him. He continued. "I'm not going to stop." His hips were slamming against my ass now, each stroke pushing his cock deeper into my body, and his balls closer to releasing their load. "Gonna seed you good. Fuck this virus cum into you." "I'm here to take your infected cum any time you need it. Fuck that poz jizz into me." "Oh yeah," Greg growled. "Oh Yeah," he growled again, this time loud and more intense. "Oh Yeah!," he continued. He was fucking me, and with his fast, deep strokes, I could feel the steady stream of pre-cum, heralding the imminent arrival of his orgasm. "OH FUCK YEAH!" he screamed, loudly enough that I wondered if the other guys in the dorm could hear him. Then he leaned in, and whispered something in my ear. The contrast in loudness only emphasized the sensitive, intimate nature of what he had to say. "I'm going to infect my lover with AIDS." "I'm going to let my poz boyfriend fuck me bareback. And fill me with his dirty cum." I gave him a kiss and his strokes sped up. He was on edge, and I wasn't going to prolong his agony. "Breed me with your poz sperm." "Take it," he said. His body went rigid, as did his cock buried deep in my hole. There was a momentary stillness that engulfed both of us. My tongue in his mouth and his raw cock deep in my guts both stood motionless. But then, the two bombs between Greg's legs exploded. They were each small death factories, constantly pumping out Greg's signature toxic juice. I could feel the explosion travel up his cock, right before it burst into my gut, filling me with the promised second load. "Shoot it in me," I murmured, between frantic kisses. "Take it," he grunted again, as another jet of cum shot out of his dick into my body. He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me tight against his body. I did the same to him. "Take my poz load," he said. We were holding on to each other tightly now, making sure that Greg's deadly spooge was delivered deep into my body. Even if I had wanted, there was no way I could escape being impregnated. "Please," I said. His cock was white-hot poker in my guts and his cum barely quenched the burning. But the pain didn't matter. It was a price I gladly paid for Greg, for having this amazing man fuck me, for him showing how much he cared about me. "I want it." "Take it," he said, one last time. His thrusts were slowing down and were no longer quite the visceral, animal acts. The beast was receding, and the man I knew was returning. "Let me fill you up." "Let me carry your loads to class today." "I love my loads inside you." "I love your loads inside me," I said. There was that particular post-orgasmic happiness engulfing the two of us. Greg's cock was still deep in my body and his cum was now being absorbed and becoming a part of me. There was a peace between us; Greg had accomplished his essential mission of breeding my hole and with the insistent distraction of his cock out of the way, other topics could be considered. Greg wrapped his other arm around me, pulled me even tighter, and rolled over. He made it seem effortless, although it was an expert move to do, keeping his cock inside of me. "What about you?" he asked me, reaching down for my dick. It was still hard, and with his touch, I realized just how horny I was. "Your turn. Stroke that boy cock for me. Shoot your load." "Boy cock?" I asked, grabbing it and stroking it. "It's not as big as yours, I know. But hardly a boy cock." Greg laughed. "A man's cock shoots charged up sperm. A boy's cock shoots blanks." For a moment, I saw the man Greg would become. It was an echo of Nathan, but hardly a reflection. My dick twitched in response. More than anything else, I wanted to be with this man, and at that moment, with his cock deep inside me, we were as close as two men could get. As I rode his still-hard cock, I stroked my dick. "Oh god," I moaned. "I'm going to cum." "Fuck yeah, Clint," he said. "All over my chest. Shoot that cum on me." "Oh god," I grunted again. Greg's cock was deep in my ass. Every move I made reminded me of how tender and used my hole was, but yet, I could hardly stop myself from fucking myself on his manhood. "Oh god," I said as my balls clenched tight. "Oh GOD," I said, passing the point of no return. An arc of white jizz shot out of my cock, over Greg's chest, and landed on the pillow next to his head. "Come on," Greg said. "Shoot it." The next spurt wasn't quite as powerful, but it was larger. The spurt landed on his chest, a long white line starting just below his shoulder and ending at the base of his pec. Several more followed in quick succession, covering Greg's torso with my thick white sperm. "Fuck, that's nice," Greg said, as he scooped up some of my cum and licked it off his fingers. "So fresh. So pure." "You need to fix that." "I know. I'm trying. You're trying. It will happen." Greg wiped up more of my cum and let it drip into his mouth. "That was hot," I said. "Yeah, it was." He let his fingers drift across my torso, following the contours of my muscles and eventually landing at my cock. "So hot to think about infecting you." "And afterwards? Find a new model?" "Of course. For both of us to infect." "I want that. A lot." "Me too," Greg said. "So, you up for a weekend with Doug?" "Fucking?" I asked. "Partying?" "Both," Greg said. "A lot of both." "Yeah," I said. "You thinking this weekend?" "I am." "Not a lot of time," I said. "For?" "You to convert me." "Or for Doug to get puzzled up." "Yeah. But now, I can't decide which I want." "How so," Greg asked. "If I want Doug to be poz and fuck me. Or for me to be poz and fuck Doug." "There's a third option," Greg said. "Both of you poz and fuck me." "There is that," I said. I collapsed on top of Greg. My cum squished between us as we kissed deeply.

BLACKMAILED FOR MY ASS Dan was a nice guy that I met online. He’s ‘straight’, married to a woman who was at work too much, and wanted to dip his toe in the guy pool. That’s where I come in. After chatting online for a couple of weeks, his wife went out of town to visit her mother in another city. This left him with the house to himself to finally play and indulge in the fantasies he’d been getting off to for who knows how long. I’m no model pin-up or anything, but some people think I’m attractive. And I’ve got a great, fuckable ass that would never turn down a load. From the pictures Dan had sent me, he’s about ten years older than my 45, more of a Daddy, and attractive in his own way. Not all burly or buff, just a regular guy with slightly thinning hair and a slightly thickening middle. But that’s okay. It was his dick I was interested in, anyway. The rest never mattered much to me. I arrived at his place as planned and ready to play. I wasn’t in the mood to waste time, so as soon as I got in the front door, I dropped to my knees and fished his cock out of his shorts -even before he got the door closed! He was a little panicked at that, but also surprisingly turned-on. Maybe he had a little voyeur in him just aching to get out. I sucked him to hardness and then he was ready to fuck. Neither of us was in the mood to waste time, apparently. I was liking him more and more. We’d talked about condoms already and I told him I don’t like them. Well, more than that -I wouldn’t accept them. If he wanted to fuck me, he would have to do it raw or not at all. He’d been stuck using condoms on his own wife for years, so he was kind of eager to fuck someone without. Lucky me. Especially with the choice piece of meat he had swinging between his legs. The perfect size for me, really. Not too big, not too small. A decent thickness that you can no doubt feel but won’t be destroyed by upon first entry. I’d already lubed a little at home in hopes that he would want to just get down to the deed, so right there in the entry way, he spun me around and placed my hands up on the wall like I was a perp and he’s a cop about to frisk me. He did feel me up and down while I was in this position, but when he got to my lower half, he yanked my nylon trackies down to my ankles, exposing my bare butt in nothing but a jock strap. I heard him make an approving growl in his throat, and then seconds later his fat cock head was pressed against my opening. I hadn’t been fucked in a while, so I knew it might be a little rough getting started. I closed my eyes and tried to think relaxing thoughts, willing my hole to relax and open up naturally for him. This actually does work for me, and it did now. It’s like easing the tension from your shoulders, only with my butt hole. I felt myself relax and then like magic my hole just yawned open and his cock slowly slid a couple of inches in. “Jesus!” he hissed. “It’s like your hole is eating me up! Fucking unreal!” I felt it, the minor discomfort of taking someone in me after so long without, but it felt so damn good, all I could do was moan. He moaned his appreciation, too. And then he slowly sank the rest of his shaft in me until he was balls deep. He held there for a moment, reaching around and pinching my nipples, which got my hole fluttering over his cock. I guess that was the signal he needed to move, so he started rutting his hips, lightly smacking my butt cheeks with his abdomen with every sharp thrust. His strokes lengthened, and turned more frantic. Before long Dan was slamming full length in and out of me, his hands gripping my hips tightly, while we stood in the entry way of his house, grunting and groaning like animals rutting in heat. It was fucking awesome! “I . . . I don’t think I’ll last much longer,” he panted. “Do it, cum in me!” I yelled. More like begged, really. “Yeah? You like getting bred like a little whore?” he snarled in my ear, which really only turned me on more. He hadn’t said much of anything through the fuck, but this slightly rougher side was fucking hot. And when we’d been chatting online, I told him I liked to be called names and stuff while getting pounded, but at the time he didn’t seem all that into it. Glad I was wrong about that. “Fuck yeah!” I shouted. “I love getting bred! Cum in me!” I felt like a man possessed, but it was more like an addiction -I needed his seed swimming in my guts. “Take it, pig! Take my load up your whore ass!” he growled. I leaned my forehead against the wall, removed my hands from the wall and reached behind me to pull his hips flush against my ass so he was buried as deep as possible. I held him there for a moment, rippling my hole over the length of him, practically siphoning the seed straight out of his balls. That pushed him over the edge, he pulled back and slammed extra hard and extra deep, his arms wrapped around me so tight I could barely breathe while his balls emptied into my willing hole. I was in heaven once again. That moment is always heaven to me. He was breathing hard, his forehead resting on the back of my neck, as he collected himself and slowly withdrew his softening cock from my happy hole. I turned around to thank him but before I could utter a word, he reached up and grabbed hold of my face, pulling me into a passionate kiss. He’d made such a point of being a ‘straight’ married man, I never expected he’d want to kiss me, but kiss me he did! When we came up for air, I must have looked confused, because he said, “I just had to kiss you. That was the best fuck I’ve ever had. I couldn’t help myself. I just . . . I just needed to kiss you. Your ass is fucking amazing.” He was breathing hard and smiling wide. I’d done my job. We had agreed that our first meet would be brief, so we could feel comfortable, and also leave us wanting more. So I began to slowly dress myself, clenching my hole tight so I didn’t lose a drop of his cum. Once fully dressed, he kissed me again, and then I was on my way. He texted me later to thank me again, and to set up another fuck -soon! Over the next couple of days we swapped messages, just flirting until I could get over there again. But on the second day, I was at home later that night, and I got a strange message from him. Might be in trouble here, not sure how we should proceed. Ominous, right? I text him back, What’s wrong? The wife back in town? His reply was, My next door neighbor apparent heard us fucking, and saw us through the front window. He said if I didn’t want my wife to know, I had to let him fuck you the next time you come over. And he thought this was a problem? The more the merrier! What pig would ever turn down extra loads? I quickly sent a message back, telling him it was more than fine and to not even worry. What I didn’t know is that his next door neighbor had secrets of his own. Secrets that would change my life forever.

This is a two part story about two people who helped me through a difficult time in my life and were also were important in my progression towards giving into my real desires and learning to enjoy and embrace and the risks associated with fucking and being fucked bareback - my flatmate Patrick and my neighbour's son Alex, who I will tell about in part 2. Part 1 - Patrick I had not long split with my long term partner and I was going through a bit of a difficult time. The split had been difficult and I was feeling bruised, I was tired, hurt and not really sure where my life was going. I was also a bit up against it financially and would be until the house we had shared was sold. I needed somewhere to live and got a good deal on renting a small two bed flat. The flat was to be sold and one of the conditions was that I had to let the estate agent in to carry out viewings whenever they needed to. I didn't have any problems with that and signed up for six months. I was still a bit short of money though and one of my friends suggested that I get someone in to share the flat with me. He said he knew of a guy who was coming down from Scotland to work for six months and was looking to rent a room. I thought this would be a good idea and a few weeks later my friend set up a meeting for us. I liked Patrick straight away. Although he lived in Scotland, he was actually Irish. He was in his late 20s, with dark hair, a really nice smile and a fit body. I especially noticed his arse which really filled out his trousers. We got on well and decided that he would move in the following week. Sharing a flat with Patrick was good for me - he did not take life too seriously and was fun to be around. It was particularly good for me to have someone like Patrick around given the way I was feeling. He had indicated that he was planning to play the field a bit while he was in London and asked me if there was any problem with him bringing guys back to the flat. I said I had no problem with that and the next weekend he brought a guy back that he had met in a club. As I passed his bedroom door a little later I could hear the sound of fucking. Patrick had told me he was mainly a bottom and had admitted that he didn't always play safe. I wondered if he was being fucked without a condom right now and the thought turned me on. A few weeks later I came home from work early in the evening and Patrick was in the kitchen with a fit blond guy in a smart shirt and trousers. Patrick introduced him and said they had met through work. After a while they disappeared into Patrick's bedroom and a short time later Patrick reappeared in the kitchen in just a T shirt and pants and asked me if I had any condoms. I said sorry I didn't have any and Patrick shrugged. "Oh well, not to worry. " and added "He's got a boyfriend so he wants to use one." He grinned and then winked at me and headed back to the bedroom. As I passed his bedroom door a little later I noticed it was slightly open. I couldn't see in but I could clearly hear the sound of flesh slapping on flesh and then I heard Patrick moaning "Fuck me...fuck me!" I knew they were fucking bareback and this, together with the image of Patrick in his pants and T shirt got me horny. I unzipped my trousers and got my cock out and began to play with myself as I listened to them fuck. I heard the guy telling Patrick he was getting close but they kept fucking and before long I heard the guy cumming noisily up Patrick's arse and I shot my load into my pants. After a while the guy left and Patrick came in to the kitchen where I was preparing something to eat still in his T shirt and pants. He opened the fridge and bent down to get some juice. I had a great view of his arse as he bent down and the knowledge that he had a load of cum up him really turned me on. I had been struggling to decide what to do since I had split with my partner. During the last couple of years we were together we had not really had sex and I had started doing it with other guys. More and more I had been fucking bareback and loving it and I knew now that I could do whatever I wanted. But somehow I was holding back and didn't really feel ready to give into my desire to fuck and be fucked bareback. Patrick's attitude was "you only live once" and he said he was going to make it his mission to get me to lighten up and have some fun. He had made it clear that he was up for being fucked by me but for some reason I was still holding back. I was getting more and more tempted though.... Patrick continued to have a good time with the guys he brought back and I knew that, unless the guy insisted on a condom, Patrick was letting these guys fuck him bareback and cum in his arse. He was a really good looking guy and I was not surprised that he brought so many fit lads home with him. One morning I got up and headed for the toilet. A naked guy was standing taking a piss in the toilet and I recognised him as one of a group of students who shared a house down the road. A week or so later the same guy emerged from Patrick's bedroom on Saturday morning with one of his housemates and Patrick told me later that they had both fucked him and cum in his arse. Around this time we were starting to get more viewings for the flat and I discovered I knew the estate agent quite well. His name was Charlie and he was the boyfriend of one of my ex partner's best friends. Charlie was a stocky, slightly chubby dark haired guy in his mid 30s. I had always liked him and thought he was quite fit. One day I came home from work and Charlie's car was parked outside. I assumed we had a viewing but when I went into the flat there was nobody there. Patrick's bedroom door was half open and from inside I could once again hear the sound of fucking. I couldn't resist looking in and I saw Patrick kneeling on the bed in just a T shirt as Charlie, naked from the waist down, fucked him hard from behind. I could see from the look on Charlie's face that he was close to cumming and seconds later he was clearly shooting his load up Patrick's arse. I didn't want either of them to know I had been watching so I went quietly back out of the flat and waited five minutes before letting myself in. Patrick and Charlie were in the kitchen and Charlie said he had just done a viewing. When he left I asked Patrick if Charlie had just fucked him. He grinned and said "You know he has - I saw you looking in just as he was cumming!" I asked if Charlie had fucked him without a condom and he grinned and nodded "There's nothing like a good hard bareback fuck!" he said Patrick was not bothered that I had seen him and Charlie fucking - in fact I suspected he was deliberately trying to tempt me - he was leaving his bedroom door open more and more and I knew now that it was only a matter of time before I gave in the temptation he was putting in front of me. It was a week or so later that I came home and once more head the sound of fucking. This time it was coming from the living room. I looked in. Patrick was bent over the settee, naked from the waist down, his pants and trousers on the floor as young black guy fucked him from behind. I knew that Patrick had seen me but the other guy hadn't. The black guy looked no more than eighteen or nineteen and I suspected he was another student from the nearby college. He was fucking Patrick harder now, his pants and trousers down at his knees and I was really turned on by the sight of his fit arse banging Patrick. "I'm getting close...." he panted, "Can I cum in your arse mate?" Patrick moaned and told him to go for it and seconds later I was watching the young black guy pumping a load up Patrick's obviously unprotected arse. I watched as the guy pulled his cock out of Patrick's arse. It was massive and I had a perfect view of Patrick's gaping arsehole as the black guy pulled out and some cum slid out of Patrick's arse. I was in the kitchen when I heard the black guy leaving and seconds later Patrick joined me, once more in a T shirt and pants. "Did you enjoy the show." he asked. I nodded. "Do you want some?" he said softly. I nodded again and he leaned forward and kissed me. Soon my trousers and pants were down and Patrick was sucking my cock. I was so turned on it was hard to stop myself cumming but after a while Patrick stood up and kissed me again and then turned around, pulled his pants down and offered me his arse. There was no way I could resist even if I wanted to. I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed. I had secretly wanted to do this ever since I met Patrick. I slid up his cummy hole easily and began to fuck him right there in the kitchen. I knew I wouldn't last long and after ten or twelve thrusts I shot what felt like a massive load into his arse. Patrick and I fucked regularly after that. He knew that I loved fucking him after another guy had loaded him up and would often drop his pants for me after some guy had fucked him, telling me all about the guy who had loaded him as I fucked him. We also had a few threesomes, including a really horny encounter with Charlie the estate agent. I had known Charlie and his partner for a few years and I had never thought that I would end up in a threesome with him. I enjoyed every minute of it as we kissed, sucked and rimmed each other. I loved getting my tongue up Charlie's hairy arse and was even more turned on when he asked me if I wanted to fuck him. The fact that Charlie was cheating on his boyfriend turned me on even more. I fucked his hairy arse bareback and shot a nice big load right up him. Patrick and i ended up kneeling on the bed, arses in the air as Charlie took it in turns to fuck us, moving from one to the other before shooting his load up me and the pulling out to shoot the rest up Patrick/ Patrick had succeeded in bringing me out of myself and I really enjoyed knowing him - he helped me at one of the most difficult times of my life just by being himself and his fun attitude to life began to rub off on me. Patrick is married now and lives in Ireland with his husband. He still enjoys the occasional bareback fuck behind his husband's back though and when I met up with him in London last year I dumped two loads up him. When the lease on the flat was up, Patrick went back to Scotland and I found a small house in West London which would be ready for me to move into a few months later. One of my good friends was going to work abroad for three months and suggested that I live in his flat until my house was ready. I enjoyed living in Michael's flat - it was in a beautiful upmarket area of London and I could never have afforded to live there otherwise. Michael owned the top half of a large Victorian house in north London. The lower flat was owned by a really nice lady who was divorced and had three sons, the youngest of whom was at university..... Part 2 to follow

Last summer, my boy and I took a vacation to Europe together. It was one of those packages, seeing a different city every day for a week and a half before flying home. We thought it would be exhilarating, but it turned out to be exhausting. When passing through Berlin, we decided to separate from the group and see the gay neighborhood. I had sort of hoped we’d get up to some naughty fun so I brought a small tube of lube and condoms in my shirt pocket, just in case. I bet there was a place where I could fuck him, safely, with maybe a few strangers watching. The very idea got my cock stirring. We fuck bare in private, but I didn’t want any strangers to think my boy was a slut who took all loads… We wound up in a two-level club with a sign proclaiming CRUISING BASEMENT. The street level bar looked like a normal bar, except with flat screen televisions playing bareback porn. There was a set of stairs at the back of the bar down to what must have been the cruising area. We were both kind of nervous being there, with nothing like that in our hometown, or even in most big cities in America for that matter. We quickly downed two large beers each in quick succession. We joked about exploring downstairs and seeing what trouble we could get into. Maybe some beers would help ease our angst and loosen us up a bit. My boy asked the bartender where the restroom was, and he gestured with a wink to the dark staircase. I knew he had to take a piss and he got up to head downstairs as I ordered another beer. A few minutes went by. Then a few minutes more passed. I was halfway through my beer and needed to take a piss myself. I gulped down the rest of my drink, paid our tab, grabbed my boy’s untouched beer and headed to find him. I found the bathroom, surprisingly clean and well-lit. No sign of my boy. I took a piss into a stainless steel trough urinal, holding my boy’s beer with one hand and my streaming cock in the other. I felt someone come up behind me, and press his crotch into my ass. I melted into him as he reached around and shook the last droplets from my dick. He pulled way, knelt down and took me into his mouth, moaning as he deep-throated me, occasionally holding up a bottle of poppers to huff. I like good head as much as anyone, but I was worried about my boy. I pulled the guy off my now-wet dick and backed out of the bathroom. The guy stayed on his knees grinning at me as I headed into the darkness to rescue my boy if he needed rescuing or to join in some raunchy, hopefully safe fun. In the darkness, I followed the sound of whispers and groans down a short hallway where I found my boy in an open doorway, leaning out and moaning, with his eyes closed. I reached out to feel his chest. His shirt was pulled up behind his neck. He clenched his eyes and I ran my hand down to his crotch. It was so dark that I could barely see that his pants were at his ankles, and someone was eating his ass. I grabbed my boy’s hard cock and he swatted my hand away. I cleared my throat and he opened his eyes. He reached out to me and wrapped his arms around my neck, supporting his weight as the stranger worked his ass. My boy whispered, or rather hissed into my ear "Is it okay if he fucks me?" I murmured approval, extracted the condom from my pocket, and handed it to the top who stood up and started slapping his sizeable dick against my boy’s wet ass crack. Of course I expected him to pull on the condom, but instead he scoffed and threw it to the dirty ground, pushed my boy’s back down so it was parallel to the floor, and his ass arched up. My boy grabbed onto my waist with both arms as the stranger lurched forward. My boy yelped and I knew the top had entered him raw. Just then the guy who had briefly blown me in the bathroom stepped out of the darkness and held his bottle of poppers under my boy’s nostrils. My boy huffed deep and held his breath. Had I been thinking clearly, I might have tried to stop it, but I was honestly too turned on. The top pounding my boy’s raw ass went at it for about thirty seconds, only to mutter "Too tight. Gonna make me breed him too soon." Then giving a disapproving grimace he pulled out and disappeared into the shadows. My boy was dizzy from the experience. I grasped both of his hands and led him towards a deep bench against a wall. I sat down and he collapsed, face first into my lap, thinking he would take a quick nap, but I was wrong. He shimmied my pants down and swallowed my hard dripping cock to the root. I was still wet with the poppers guy’s spit. I knew there were other guys around. I could hear them whispering, and kissing, and sucking, and fucking. Knowing that at least some of them were watching really got me hot. The guy with the poppers had followed us and knelt down behind my boy, diving into his freshly-fucked ass with his tongue. My boy moaned on my dick. The guy lapped away for a few moments and then crouched down behind him. From my place on the bench, I watched as his aimed his raw cock into my boy’s willing ass. My boy squealed as he took another raw anal assault. The poppers guy took a huff and then leaned over my boy, making him do the same, and then offering them to me. I took the bottle and inhaled very deeply as the poppers guy's pace picked up only to halt. I knew he was firing his cum into my boy’s bare hole. He slapped my boy’s sweaty, and now cummy ass and pulled out. I thought he’d go away, but he leaned towards my boy and whispered with his thick German accent, theatrically so everyone around could hear "Good thing that other guy didn’t blow his load inside you. He’s POZZED up more than a few tourists here." He chuckled as my boy fisted his cock, his moans announcing he himself was close to cumming. The poppers guy laid down on his back, under my boy, on that filthy sticky floor, gobbling down my boy’s cock just in time to swallow his load. Just then, the first guy, the hulking POZ one, crept out of the darkness again. His huge cock was still wet and shiny, either from my boy’s hole or from some other bottom in the basement darkness. He slapped it against my boy’s cummy crack a few times, leered at me, and slammed all the way in. My boy tried to swallow my dick, but the top was so aggressive that he mostly just moaned with an open mouth around the head. He fucked my boy hard and quick for no more than two minutes. He cursed in Dutch, or German maybe, a few times before quickening his pace and then pounding six times with decreasing speed, filling my boy with toxic seed. It got me super close to going over the edge. My boy felt my nuts tightening up and pulled off my cock. The POZ top disappeared and the poppers guy just laughed as I pulled away and got behind my boy, marveling at the cum streaking down his thighs and the low light glistening on his sweaty back. I slid easily into is loose sloppy hole and came after five seconds. My boy threw his head back and lost another load into the poppers guy’s eager mouth. My boy stood up on his trembling legs and threw his arms around me, kissing me deeply. He growled into my ear "We gotta get out of here, and fast, or I’m going to wind up taking every load in this basement." "And what would be so bad about that?" I asked. He kissed me hard, grinned and waved at me, and backed away into the darkness….

You can find more details about what happened before this story begins here. Part 1 Here I am at the downtown Hilton about to knock on the door of room 617 to meet my first ‘client’. Up until just over a week ago I was chasing pussy and the only partying I knew about involved getting drunk. As the starting quarterback for my high school's football team I am a very popular and can pretty much hey any girl to swing on my rod. So, how did I go from a straight jock to a Tina whore? I’m guessing that it started a couple years ago when I was invited over to a teammate house. I arrived to find my older brother, Jason, getting fucked. Every player there took a turn at my brother including me. After that night I regularly used my brother when I couldn’t find a girl. Jason and his friends used me as I had used him. I’m not completely sure why, but I didn't resist what they were doing to me, actually my body seemed to betray me add I recalled I enjoyed every moment as they fucked me and had me sucking dick. They were giving something they called Tina, forcing me to for from a glass pipe, but when they injected it directly into my vein is when I got hooked on cock and cum. It’s when I met Steven on a gay hookup site that my life spun out of control. Unknowingly to me he recorded video of my getting slammed and fucked by multiple men. He sent me a clip of the video forcing me to meet with him where he gave me a slam and fucked me while forcing me to watch the complete video of me doing drugs b and getting fucked by a number of men. If I didn’t want the video getting out to my family and friends I was to go to work for him as a prostitute. He would have me service selected men. I was to do as the men asked and let them fuck me and thank them for the honor of being their cum dump after they either deposited their cum in my ass or had me swallow their load. The guy in room 617 was to be my first ever client. Steven texted me the information along with instructions to was wear gym clothes and pick up a kit before I met the client. The kit contained an adequate amount of Tina for myself as the client, a glass pipe and the necessary items to self administer a slam. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. I heard footsteps, the door opened a little and the man inside said, “Who's there?” As instructed I replied, “I’m the workout partner you requested Sir.” The door opened and I quickly entered the room. I recognize the man as a very well known professional athlete. I don’t let on I know his real name as he introduced himself, “I’m John and you must by Tyson.” I shook my head and answered, “Yes sir.” John then said, “Perfect. Why don’t you get out of those clothes and get tweeked for me. I like my boys flying while we fuck. I want you see you blow clouds, better yet if you can I’d love to watch you slam yourself if you can.” I took off my sweats to reveal my well formed jock body as I opened my kit. I pulled out my pipe and a rig and began to make you a slam as I blew clouds for John. As I began to load the rig with Tina, John said, “I want you to make that slam as strong as you can take.” I acknowledge his instructions with a “Yes sir.” I continued to blow clouds as I finished prepping my slam. John took his clothes off and watched as I applied the tourniquet to my upper arm, found a big vein, swabbed it with alcohol and slid the needle in my arm. I pulled back just a little as Jason had taught me to show I was in the vein and emptied the contents. I was glad John asked me to slam, I really needed this bad. I pulled the tourniquet off and began to cough hard as John moved in to kiss me hard. I was really flying when John and I got in the bed where he got on his back and pulled me in top of him so I could suck his cock while he ate my ass. His tongue licked and probed my ass causing me to moan as I took his cock into my throat. He had a great cock that semi hard was a decent 7” It continued to get hard as I held it deep in my throat. I felt my ass getting slick with his spit as he informed me, “Make sure you get as much spit on my cock as you can cause that’s all the lube you're gong to get until I breed your jock ass.” I worked up as much spit as I could and slicked up John’s 8½” cock. When he finally stopped rimming me I felt the wetness he created in my ass. He flipped me around as he pushed my legs back and without fanfare sobbed the full length of his cock balls deep in my ass. The penetration was painful at first but quickly subsided as he made good use of my ass. John pistoned in and out of my ass bringing me to moan. After a good 20 to 30 minutes he began to really pound away at my ass, his breathing began to get faster as I felt his cock thicken and grow harder before he grunted and I felt him throb as he filed me his sperm. With his hard cock still working in and out of my seeded hole John kissed me and said, “That just load number one. I haven’t fucked a jock line you before. It’s nice to have a high school quarterback tweaked out on meth to fucking breed."

This is so fucking hot and twisted. I can't wait to see how it goes from here. What a hot fantasy I need brought to reality...

I was horny this morning so got on bbrt and found a couple tops close by. Went to the first, put a blindfold on outside his apartment door and stripped naked. He opened the door, grabbed my clothes and dropped them in the hallway, grabbed my dick and pulled me inside where he fucked me raw up against the wall and then shoved me back outside. Went a few blocks away and went in an open front door where an alpha top pushed me to my knees to suck his cock. After he throat fucked me he spun me around and shoved his hard cock into my ass. I yelled with the sudden pain but he grabbed my mouth and my throat and choked off the sound while pulling me up to start pounding my ass. He was verbal, telling me how i was just a cunt to be used by real men. He slapped my ass hard and then reached around to choke me while he used my ass. I was hard as a rock with his hand choking off my air and his cock in my ass. At last he grunted and came deep in my ass. I begged him to put me outside naked. A few cars passed by as dressed on his front porch. Still being horny and not having cum i went to a downtown bookstore. Walking in the back hallyway i caught the eye of a few of them and them walked to an open door a few rooms down. Looking back behind me i made sure they saw me drop my sweat pants, exposing my ass and letting them know what i wanted. i walked in the video room, pulling off my shoes and pants and dropping coins in the machine as a couple guys walked in the door. I bent over to expose my cum lubed ass. Feeling 2 hands on my ass i reached back to feel their crotches. Wasn't long before both holes were full with bare cock. The door was partly open as they used me and it wasn't long before others were in the room. Someone pulled my tshirt off so i was completely naked. I kept my eyes closed so i never saw who was using me as guys came in the room. End3d up taking 2 loads down my throat and 5 loads in my ass. Cum was leaking out of my ass as i drive home. It was a good afternoon.

During the last six months I have occasionally had a load from a hot 24 year old Muslim guy, who lives with his mum. I met him on scruff, and lets just say he has some daddy issues, as well as being hung, hot and bisexual. Today he was online and told me he had just finished work as a painter and decorator, I asked if he was horny and he came right over. I do love a fuck with a man who keeps his boots on, and he literally dropped his trousers, was rock hard, pushed in and went for it with his paint spaltterd jeans around his ankles and his paid splattered steel toe capped boots on. He taunted me knowing I wanted his load, but basically edged himself in my ass, until he shot a huge load, pushed all the way in. He said thanks, I licked his cock clean and he was off home to mum for his dinner. The pics show his jeans and boots around his ankles and his cock after he shot and I licked him clean. A nice thick 8" when hard.

I first met Guy at a vacant home he was looking after until it sold. It was a huge, luxurious home in Choctaw, Oklahoma not far from a school on Indisn Meridian. A beautiful, large, automatic gate let me into the curved drive. He was waiting inside one of the garages, the door was up. We walked inside into the huge kitchen and open floorplan living and dining room. A massive quartz island with stools was where he leaned back and I worked his nipples till they stood tall and proud. His cock stretched his sweat pants obscenely and I worked his cock till he asked me to get it out. Dropping your my knees, I sucked his hard on, thrusting into my mouth, he moaned repeatedly. I told him I wanted to edge him a while and asked to see the house. He took me through the whole house. Monstrously big master bedroom, easily 1500 square feet, as big as many homes. Multiple exits into a huge back patio with a large pool, a cascading waterfall led down to the pool. I suggested we play there. The house was situated where there was privacy in the backyard, so we took up where we left off, him fucking deeply. My throat opened and I feel his curved cock pushing into it over and over. When he pulls out. It's covered with precum and throat slime. I tried to kiss him, but he said it made him feel funny and wanted no kissing. Ok, but disappointed, i went back to sucking. I got some saliva and precum on my fingers and teased his ass. He spread his legs. My big finger pushed into his very tight ass. That put him over the top as he gasped, his cock pulsed into my throat over and over. His cum was smooth and sweet. Turns out the luxurious home was for sale. He hasn't told me what he does for a living, but I'm thinking something to do with real estate. He's married, fit, and we've met multiple times. I was sad when the luxurious home sold, but we're meeting at my house. Each time, ass play puts him over the top. We are planning on meeting today in harrah, Oklahoma. I'm going to rim him and maybe, if I get him hot enough. Push my thick cock up his virgin ass and force his mouth open for tongue play when I shoot in him.

Part 88 -Connor & Jeff’s Rebound Jeff was studying for a test on Friday, but couldn’t concentrate. He laid there in his now usual dorm room dress - nothing but a loose fitting pair of boxers. Finally he picked up his phone and typed out a message - “Sir, may we talk?” and sent it to Kyle. “Ofc what’s up?” Kyle responded a few minutes later. “Sir, what is going to happen when you graduate?” Jeff asked. “Come over and we’ll talk in person” Kyle responded. Jeff dressed and went over to Kyle and Joe’s apartment. He knocked and Joe answered the door. “Hello Sir. Master Kyle asked me to come over” Jeff said nervously. Joe let him in and, as usual, Jeff stripped at the door and then placed his folded clothes next to it. Kyle was on the couch and blew the smoke from the hit he just took into the air. Joe took a seat next to Kyle while Jeff kneeled, facing them. “Jeff, I’ve been honored to have you as my sub. You have been very loyal and great fun to have around. I know I’ve learned a lot and I hope you have too. I do feel that I have failed you the past month since neither Joe or I have been around and the next few weeks aren’t going to be any better. I’m glad you asked about our post-graduation plans, since I have been thinking about that as well” Kyle said. He looked over and he thought he saw a tear come to Jeff’s eye. “Thank you, Sir. It has been my pleasure” Jeff replied. “I will be moving to California with Joe after we graduate. I know that you still have two years left until you finish your degree, which I think is important for you to do. Joe has a job already, but I don’t. I don’t think it’s fair to drag you out there into an unknown situation. I think we should take our relationship in a different direction” Kyle said as he stood up. Jeff’s eyes were glued on Kyle as he approached. Kyle dug the set of keys out of his pocket and held them out. “Here are the keys to your collar and your cage. I would like you to have them so you can decide what the next steps in your journey are. I will always think of you as my sub, but also as a close friend. I don’t want this to end but I think its only fair to you to let you move on” Kyle said, his voice cracking as he did. Jeff reached up and took the keys as he sobbed. “Thank you, Sir” Jeff replied, staring down at the floor. “Think of this as a beginning, not the end, Jeff. We will still be friends and I’ll always be there for you no matter how far away we are” Kyle said. “Yes, sir. May I go now?” Jeff asked. “Yes, of course” Kyle responded. Jeff got up and put his clothes on quickly, opened the door and looked back at Joe and Kyle on the couch, visibly shaken. Jeff walked out the door and went back to his dorm room. He cried himself to sleep, his first relationship coming to a sudden end. He knew it was going to happen at some point, he just wanted it to last as long as possible. He woke the next morning and tried to go through his normal routine. His phone kept going off as messages would arrive, but he ignored them. Finally at the end of the day he sat down on his bed and looked through the messages. Over a dozen were from Kyle, each asking if he was OK. Others were from Joe asking the same thing. And then Steven and Ryan. He sent each of them the same message - “I’m ok. I need time” A few days passed and he got messages checking on him each day. Jeff got home Friday after classes and shed his clothes like he had done for months. Once in his underwear, he looked at himself in the mirror. He took a deep breath and opened the desk drawer and then took out the keys and unlocked the collar and removed it. He looked at his uncovered neck for the first time in almost eight months. A smile slowly came over his face. He then pushed his shorts down and unlocked the cock cage and removed it too. He watched his cock flop free for the first time since the party before Christmas and the times when Kyle removed it temporarily for him to wash. Jeff reached under his bed and removed the box where he kept the few sex toys he had and placed the collar and cage in there, along with the keys. He put the cover on and pushed it back into its hiding spot. He got on the bed and typed out his daily message to Connor, checking in on him but instead of the usual “how r u?” it was “how r u? wanna come over?” About a half hour later he got a response “ok, not up 4 much.” Jeff replied with the number to his dorm room. Connor showed up a little while later and Jeff could tell he was in just as much of a funk as when he saw him after he got the test results. He was dressed in baggy pants and a hoodie with his face peering out from the tightly drawn hood. They sat and talked about stuff they did and got to know each other. The more they talked the more Jeff liked Connor and the closer he moved. Jeff finally took a chance and leaned over and kissed Connor. Connor pulled away, but Jeff pulled him back. As the kiss lasted, Connor gave in and began to kiss back. They made out for several minutes until Jeff grabbed the hoodie and pulled it over Connor’s head and then pushed him down on the bed. He kissed him again, this time grabbing the lip piercing with his own lips and tugging on it a few times. Jeff began to bite, lick and suck down Connor’s near hairless body. He pulled the baggy pants down with Connor’s underwear and threw them to the side. He kissed the tattoo and looked up at Connor who had his eyes closed. Jeff grabbed Connor’s semi-hard cock and sucked it into his mouth. He was energetically sucking the five inch stiffening cock and hearing Connor whimper and say “no” over and over. His voice may have been saying “no” but Connor wasn’t trying to push Jeff off and his cock was hard. After several minutes of oral attention, Jeff could sense Connor was getting close to cumming. He didn’t want Connor to shoot yet and definitely not in his mouth. Jeff pulled off and rolled Connor over. Connor instinctively pushed his ass up and Jeff spread his cheeks. He looked at Connor’s hole and the soft dark hair around it. He spit on the hole and then his hand. He coated his rock hard cock with spit and then pushed the spit into Connor’s hole with two fingers. Jeff moved closer and then dragged his cock along the crack up to the throbbing ring. All of a sudden Connor clenched his ass closed and tried to pull away, yelling “NO!! I can’t! I’m poz!” Jeff held firm and said “You can’t give me what I already have. You need this as bad as I do.” Jeff lined up and pushed in, Connor’s hole almost sucking his cock inside this time. One slow push was all it took and Jeff was balls deep inside Connor. “Mmm, feels even better than last time without all that cum from other guys in you” Jeff said. Connor clamped down on his cock. “Fuck! You knew?” Connor said nervously. “Yeah, but I did too. I thought it was really hot” Jeff replied. Connor sighed deeply, relieved that Jeff wasn’t turned off by how slutty he could be. Jeff started to thrust his hips, gently at first and then harder and harder before backing off. Jeff wanted this fuck to last a long time but he also wanted Connor’s dick in him too. He started to pound faster and felt his balls tighten up. “Ready to take my poz load, Connor?” Jeff said as he slowed down a bit. Connor just whimpered. “Tell me you want it, Connor” Jeff said more urgently. “Please cum in me” Connor said and Jeff immediately responded “What kind of cum?” “Please fill me with your poz cum. I need to feel your hot load in me, Jeff” Connor pleaded. Jeff’s cock erupted, shooting a huge load that had been building for weeks. He held on to Connor and kissed the back of his neck as his cock pulsed and Connor’s guts filled with Jeff’s viral seed. As he bucked his hips a few last times, Jeff hoped that Connor hadn’t shot his load yet. He whispered in Connor’s ear “Now it’s time for you to fuck me.” “Nnnno, I can’t. I’m a bottom” Connor replied. “I used to be too. You can do it and I want you to breed me with that charged cum you have” Jeff said in a demanding tone. He pulled out and rolled on to his back, pulling his legs back. “You can’t infect me, now get that dick in me” Jeff demanded. Connor turned around and moved between Jeff’s legs, shaking. Jeff reached around and felt Connor’s stiff cock and guided it to his hole. “Fuck me, breed me, share your DNA with me” Jeff said. Connor’s cock was leaking precum like crazy and it helped it slide inside. Connor followed Jeff’s example and slowly slid all the way in. They stood there motionless for a few moments and Jeff asked “Ever fuck anyone before?” “I tried once with my high school boyfriend, but I couldn’t stay hard” Connor replied ashamedly. “It doesn’t seem like you’re having a problem now so fuck me” Jeff said. Connor started to drive in and out of Jeff’s hole, first with short strokes and then with longer ones. Jeff just let him fuck into his ass at first, but after a while the hunger inside him started to grow. He slowly began to work his ass on Connor’s cock, squeezing it gently and then harder. He locked eyes with Connor and could see the lust grow. “You gonna breed me Connor? I know you want to shoot that pozzed up load deep inside me!” Jeff yelled out. With that, Connor buried his cock in all the way and started emptying his balls into Jeff’s hole. Connor was mumbling “oh god” over and over as the orgasm just seemed to go on and on. When it finally ended, Connor pulled his cock out and nuzzled next to Jeff. “You sure you’re going to be ok?” Connor asked. Jeff replied “Yup, just like you.” The two made out for a while until Jeff’s cock was hard again. They went for another round, planting their toxic seed into each other, but this time Connor getting more into the poz talk. They fell asleep curled up with each other until they were awakened by Connor’s phone the next morning. “Hey bud, you ok? We can’t find you” the voice said. “I’m not at the house but I’m doin fuckin’ great” Connor replied.

10. Dr. Benjamin Weston It was too early to wake up on a Saturday morning. My phone had buzzed in response to a text message. I had an intuition that it wouldn't be much longer before my alarm went off anyway. Still a bit bleary-eyed, I tried to focus on the screen. "Wanna come to a parTy today? College stud thinks he just started PrEP," it said. It was from an old friend and occasional patient, Jon. He and his partner Jon threw occasional parties, mostly to load up their boy Cal. The parties were everything a drug-fueled orgy should be: hot, sleazy, and intense. The men were always hot, the drugs were always pure, and the sex was always raw. "Yeah! When?" I wrote back. "What do I bring?" I finally looked at the time. It was 7:45. Plenty of time to get ready for my 9:00am appointment. It would be over by 10:00, which gave me the rest of the day to enjoy Jon's party. I re-read the message. "Thinks he's started PrEP?" I wrote. "Any time after 10:00," he wrote back. "We've got plenty of favors. Just bring that infected dick of yours." It stirred as I read the message. "We're feeding him fake pills," Jon added. "It's the kid we showed you last time you were here." I had been at his place about a month ago, this time just a fourth man for his unconventional three-way relationship. Jon had mentioned a boy he wanted to stealth. "He's gonna get on PrEP," Jon's husband, JP, had told me, showing me the pictures of the young man on his phone. Jon had quickly added, "He thinks the Prep is going to protect him. We're still going to infect him." I didn't think much of it; the pipe was offered to me, and then Cal's hole was offered. I took full advantage of both, and left spent and exhausted. In my reverie, I started to stroke my thick shaft, but had to force myself to stop. There would be plenty of holes eager to milk out my load later. Besides, there was a patient coming at 9:00. His real name was Ian Bolt. He was a porn actor. "Not yet a star," he said in our first session, laughing. He was barely in his mid-twenties, and his laugh made him seem almost innocent. When he first walked into my office, I had immediately noticed the outline of a jock strap through his gym shorts. He was also wearing a tank top which exposed his carefully trimmed chest. He was the ultimate boy-next-door, outwardly preppy and clean, but hiding a dark secret. Two weeks ago, in our last session, he had told me about his occasional habit with drugs. It was only a matter of time before he would tell me about how he had "forgotten" to use a condom. The thought only made my dick stiffer. I hoped it would go down by the time Ian arrived. It would be awkward to have a boner as Ian told me about his latest sexual exploits. "I may be a bit late. But I'll be there," I texted JP back. I didn't bother showering. I would just get sweaty again in a few hours. Instead I pulled on a jock strap, thinking it would do the best at restraining my monster. I stepped into a pair of dark grey chinos, and put on a white shirt. It was good enough for a Saturday morning therapy session. I downed a bowl of cereal, then packed a small bag of supplies for the parTy. I had no idea how the weekend would play out, so I added a few grams of tina to my party kit, and made sure there were some clean points, among the other supplies already packed away. The office was usually only fifteen minutes away. In the light weekend morning traffic, I made it in twelve. I unlocked, and turned on the lights. In the ten minutes before the appointment, I reviewed my notes from our last session. Ian had been planning to go to a porn shoot; it would have been the last weekend. I hadn't written down where it was, but I remembered it being somewhere like Palm Springs. How he had fared in that endeavor would likely be the first topic of our therapy session. Right on time, Ian showed up. He walked into the office, and took a seat on the couch opposite me. He was wearing a white tank-top with dark blue pair of running shorts. With his legs spread wide, there was the barest hint of his dick pressing against the fabric. There was a nervous energy emanating from him; even as I studied him sitting still there on the couch, he seemed to be almost vibrating energy. "Hey Doc," he said. It was his standard introduction. "Good morning, Ian," I said. "How are you doing today?" That was my standard introduction with all my patients. "Not bad. Not bad at all." His hand brushed against his groin, and stayed there a second too long. When it returned to his side, his penis was clearly stretching out the thin fabric. I wondered if my own shaft was as prominent from where I was sitting. "That's good," I said. "Week go well?" Ian nodded in agreement. His torso flexed, and I saw his nipples outlined in his tank top. "Yeah," Ian said. "It went really well." "And you had a job over the weekend?" "Yeah," he smiled, thinking back. "Went well. Paid well too." He paused for a moment. He looked down. "But." "Yeah?" I asked. "At the end. The producer. He pulled me aside." There was another silence from Ian. I waited. Patients hated silence; Ian would fill it up soon enough. "He asked if I wanted to make serious money. Like thousands of dollars." "How much do you normally get paid?" "Five hundred a scene. But he offered me ten times that." "What's the catch," I asked. There was always a catch. I focused on my breathing for a second, preparing myself for having to call the police after this session. It had happened before, and it would ruin the weekend. "Bareback," he said. I was a bit surprised; I hadn't realized that there were any videos still being made with rubbers. I had stopped using them over a decade ago, and I couldn't remember the last time a guy asked me for one. "I mean. I've always been about safer sex in my movies." Although we had talked about his sex life, I had always assumed that he went raw. "Always safer sex?" I asked. It was so unimaginable to me that Ian had never had the pleasure of ejaculating unencumbered by a rubber. Or had felt the warmth of another man breeding him. "Well. Especially on screen. Where people can see it." "But?" I asked. "Always? All the time?" He had done crystal several times before. No one partied and used rubbers. It just wasn't done. "Well. Not always. Sometimes. Sometimes it's hard to remember. You know. When you're in the zone." "So, you have barebacked before." I wasn't going to let him off easy. "Yeah," he finally admitted. He looked down; I followed his torso down. His cock had grown even harder. I could see the shaft pressed against his shorts. "But only clean guys," he said. "You know." I nodded. He looked away; he realized just what he had said. I was going to save it, use it later when it would do the most good. "Did you like it," I asked. He smiled, knowing he had been spared an awkward combination. "Yeah," he said. He reached for his crotch again, this time intentionally trying to adjust his dick. He didn't succeed; I could see the tip of his erection snaking down the leg of his gym shorts. "Yeah, I did." He adjusted himself again. "A lot, actually." "I can tell." I was going to call out his erection. It was getting increasingly hard to ignore. I shifted slightly; I had the advantage of a jock strap and pants to keep my monster in check. "The idea. It turns you on?" "Yeah," he said. He shifted, but it did no good. "But, you know, you gotta be careful." I nodded again. Another one of those tells. His dickhead was sticking out of his shorts, the tip glistening with pre-cum. The boy was curiously detached from it, like he wasn't even aware how much was on display. "Yeah. You've said 'careful' and 'clean' about barebacking" I said. "What does 'clean' mean to you?" "You know?" he said, looking me in the eye, but not realizing how little that answer meant. I shook my head in response. I wanted him to articulate his fears. Only by putting them out there, for us to discuss dispassionately, would he understand if they were real, or just barriers he had put up for himself. "I'm not sure if I understand," I finally said. "You know. No drugs. Healthy," he said. He looked to me for a response, but I was quiet. It was his job to talk. It was mine to listen, understand, and diagnose. "Like, well, no diseases," he stammered. "or anything like that." I smiled. He relaxed. "I think I understand." I paused for a moment. My dick was throbbing. I was desperate for relief; if Ian didn't provide it, at least there would be some unfortunate bottom at the party later. Ian licked his lips, then licked them again. I realized where his curious energy had been coming from. He was tweaking. I smiled again; Ian smiled as well, unaware of the power I now held over him. "But, you've used drugs before, haven't you?" "Yeah," Ian said. He looked down, yet still managed not to notice his dickhead sticking out of his shorts. He was pretty far gone already. "Yeah, I have." "When was the last time you used drugs?" I asked. I wondered if he was going to tell me the truth. "Um," he said, and then paused. He looked down, and suddenly noticed how hard his cock had gotten. "Oh fuck," he grunted, as he quickly crossed his legs to shield me from the view. "I'm sorry. I didn't notice." "Oh, it's been fine," I said. I shifted in my chair, just enough to reveal my own hard-on. The boy's eyes immediately darted down, staring at my crotch, before I shifted again, hiding it. Just the few quick seconds was enough to activate Ian. "But you haven't answered my question. When did you last smoke some tina?" I stared him in the eyes, daring him to look down. "Um," he said. He broke contact with me, and looked down. He wasn't daring a look at my crotch; he was staring at his feet. "Well," he stammered again. "Go ahead," I said. "Well. I smoked a little in the parking lot before I came in here. Not much. Just a little." If he had to tell me that he hadn't smoked much three times, I was pretty sure he had smoked a lot. I remained silent. I wanted to see how he thought I would react. "I don't know why. I just needed a bit of a release." "No," I said, smiling, and leaning forward slightly. "I understand. And it helps me to know where you are. Did you use in Palm Springs?" I reached beside my chair and unzipped my backpack. He looked down, unable to meet my eyes. "Yeah," he finally said, mumbling. "What did you say?" I asked. Again, he was going to own his actions and beliefs. "Yeah, I partied in Palm Springs. I was the bottom for five guys. It made it easier." I thought it would have been a lot easier if he hadn't used rubbers, but didn't say anything yet. "And you smoked this morning?" I asked. "Why?" "I don't know," Ian answered. I remained silent. It was barely five seconds before he spoke again. "Maybe. Maybe to make it easier to talk about some things." "What kind of things?" I asked. I reached into my backpack and pulled out the case that held my torch and pipe. I had carefully filled it earlier, so there would be plenty for both of us. "Really, the bareback thing." He looked back up at me. He stared at first, then his eyes darted back and forth between my two hands. I was holding the pipe in one hand, the torch in the other. His eyes were growing wide with disbelief. "I think maybe I should join you, in the clouds, as it were." I said. "Yeah," he said, laughing. The laugh reminded me how young he was; maybe barely mid-twenties, he hadn't yet seen enough pain or trouble in the world to change his laugh. "Yeah. You should." "Come here," I said, pointing to a space on the ground just a few feet from me. "I want to share this with you." "What?" he asked, but it was too late. I had stuck the pipe in my mouth, and was already heating up the bowl. I had done the slightest hit that morning, when I had loaded up the pipe. It was just enough to remind me how good getting spun was. It was also just enough to remind me how pure the crystal was. I had expected it would have been several more hours before I could get spun. I hadn't expected this turn of events, but I was going to run with it. I inhaled a nice hit from the pipe and the thick clouds filled my lungs. I pointed to the ground in front of me. I exhaled a big cloud. It took a second to drift away enough that I could even see Ian. "I'd hate to waste the next hit as well," I said. "Come here, Ian." I put a bit more emphasis in his name, hoping he heard the subtle change from suggestion to command. He stood up and paused for a moment. I kept my eyes glued on him, watching the struggle. "We can both do well to lose some inhibitions, don't you think," I asked him. "Yeah," he said, and took another few steps towards me. "It's easy to talk to you today." "It has been," I said. "You think that's the crystal you did? Or something else?" "I don't know," Ian replied. He was standing in front of me, right where I wanted him. "But," he started, before stopping. He was scared of the options in front of him. If he knelt down, he would get spun, and he didn't quite know just how far he would go. "You don't have to. We can just say we've reached the limit of how I can help you," I said. That set up the alternative in high contrast. It wasn't that he would go too far. It was that he wouldn't go anywhere. For a young man, still hungry for the world, the decision was easy. He knelt down right in front of where I was sitting. His face was at the same level as my face. It would be easy to push him down to my crotch. "I'm nervous. But I think this is the right thing." "I think so too," I said, as I held the torch under the glass pipe. "Any time you want, just say the word, and we can stop." "What's the word," he asked. It was clearly not the first time he had been told a safe word. "Taxi," I said. I stuck the pipe in my mouth, and inhaled. The crystal had been warm, so it melted quickly. Even the tiny bit escaping from the top of the bowl was a thick cloud. I inhaled deeply, enjoying the strange and familiar feelings of the cloud filling my lungs. "Taxi," Ian repeated. "I hope I don't need one." I let the torch go out, but I still took a few more puffs from the cooling pipe before also putting it down. "May I?" he asked. I nodded, and he leaned in. Our lips met; his lips were soft and warm. I immediately wondered what they would feel like if they were wrapped around my dick. I exhaled into him, forcing the thick plume to fill his lungs. He inhaled right on cue, and none of the potent plume escaped. As his lungs filled up with the tina, he relaxed a bit. His body was no longer tense, and then, in a moment of hedonistic adventure, he let his tongue brush against my lips. I immediately responded by running the tip of my tongue against his. He didn't pull away, instead, he brushed his tongue against mine, drawing me into his mouth. Right then, his lungs filled up, and he had to pull away. I exhaled the rest of the cloud, a thick masterpiece that was already making it difficult for me to think clearly. "You ok," I asked. He nodded, then exhaled his hit. It was a dense white cloud that slowly drifted down to the floor. "Yeah," he said. "That was intense. Good. But intense." "You want more?" I asked, motioning towards the still-smoking pipe I held in one hand. "I'm going to do another hit." "You think I should?" he asked. "You get spun during the week? Or was the last time in Palm Springs." "I was so high there. I didn't come down until I got back. So nothing. Until now." "And you were high during filming last weekend?" I wasn't sure if I bought his comment that he had never barebacked on camera. Not that there were any cameras in my office. Or, maybe better, no cameras today. I put the torch under the bowl, and waited for the familiar pings of crystal melting. "Yeah," he said. "I was pretty much bottom the entire weekend. So, it didn't matter than much." The bowl was now smoking, so I took the stem in my mouth. I inhaled deeply, feeling that perfect first draw fill my lungs. "Fuck, that looks good," he said. I nodded in agreement, and then I closed my eyes, to enjoy better the rush of pleasure sweeping my body. Several deep puffs later, my lungs were filled. "Come," I said, motioning for him to take my hit again. His lips were just as soft as before, but maybe a bit warmer and a bit more welcoming. Almost as soon as I began to exhale, he pressed his tongue into my mouth. I pushed back; the provocation was more than enough consent for me. I was free to enjoy him until he uttered the safe word. There was just one last disclosure I had to deal with. But it wasn't quite yet the time to do it. As I forced the clouds of crystal into his lungs, we continued to kiss. We hadn't yet given each other permission to touch bodies, so it was a surprisingly chaste kiss given the circumstances of exchanging a mind-altering drug. But it was an intimacy we had never shared before. I wondered how many hits he had done in the parking lot, to get him spun up and worked up about barebacking. There was still plenty of time to explore exactly what had driven him to this point. But for now, it was enough for us to tongue-duel, swap spit, and exchange clouds. "Fuck," Ian finally said, as I broke off our extended shotgun-kiss pleasure. We both exhaled the thick cloud in each other's faces, blocking our view for a second. We both leaned in and kissed each other again. I reached out, wrapped my arm around the young man, and pulled him against my body. He had already been hitting he pipe hard. His body was hot against me, to the point that I could feel his warmth even through the two layers of fabric. With my free hand, I reached down and stroked his cock. He was still rock-hard, his dick straining against the thin fabric of his gym shorts. "It's a pretty impressive piece of tackle you're bringing. What's the event?" "Damn, that feels good," he moaned as I stroked his cock some more. "Yeah?" I asked. I continued to stroke his dick. His cock wasn't massive; probably about 7.5" long, with a decent heft to it. His erection was the painful hardness of youth; even before I started stroking it felt more like a steel rod than a cock. My attention only turned it to diamond. "What got you so aroused?" I continued. "Fuck," Ian moaned. I stopped stroking his cock. I wanted an answer to my question which meant that I had to remove some of the distractions. "Fuck. Just everything. Thinking about last weekend. Thinking about sex. Thinking about getting spun. Thinking about barebacking." "Well. You like barebacking, right?" Ian nodded. His body shook, just enough for his dick to rub against my hand. "What do you like about it?" "I've only done it a few times. But the connection. Feeling a man inside me, so close to me. Or once, being inside him. Knowing he accepted every part of me." "Do you talk about it with your partners?" I asked. "No," he said. "It's always just happened." He looked away from me. "I mean. We're usually partying. And one thing leads to another." "Of course," I said. "And then his cock ends up inside me. And he's breeding me." He started to blush. "Damn. I can't believe I'm talking about this. About partying and barebacking. I mean, with you." "Why is that?" I asked. "Well," Ian said. He looked down and his face turned even redder. "I mean. You're hot. That beard. With the bit of grey. Hairy chest?" he asked, finally looking back at me. I nodded, and unbuttoned my shirt. I hadn't bothered with an undershirt today, and the thick pelt over my chest readily emerged as I opened up my shirt. I spent enough time at the gym for it show, and Ian clearly appreciated it. "Damn," Ian said. "That's..." His eyes darted up and down, left and right, not sure quite where to focus. I was really feeling the tina; inhibitions were being lifted from me. No longer was I a therapist, nor was Ian my patient any more. Instead, I was a man, confident, horny, and demanding. I threw caution to the wind, and unbuckled my belt. Ian watched, mouth open. I undid my fly. I had on the jockstrap, but my erection was already straining against my erection. "Fuuuuck," he finally said. "Yeah?" I asked. "You like to bareback with clean guys, don't you?" He nodded. "'Healthy,' I think you said." He also licked his lips. If the tina was hitting me, it was walloping him. He was practically vibrating now, he was so spun up. Plus, he was hungry. He needed sex. "Yeah," he said, his eyes still darting from my eyes to my beard to my chest to my dick, and then back again. "What about me?" I asked. "Do I pass your bar." "Damn." He reached out and put his hand on my chest. He ran his fingers through my chest hair, over my stomach, and grazed over my dick. "Fuuuuck," he said, as he realized just how thick my shaft was. "You're fucking hot," he said, his hand noticeably resting on my dick. "Have you ever played around with a poz guy before?" I asked. He looked at me a bit uncertainly. "I mean, you know. Someone you knew was infected." "No," he said. It was such a simple word, and it cut off so many possibilities. But yet, what he said, and what he did were two very different things. His subconscious left little doubt at his feelings: his already spun-out pupils grew even wider, and his hand, formerly just resting on my dick, now started to rub it. "I mean, at least not that I know of." "Do you want to?" "I dunno. I mean. Isn't it...um, well, dangerous?" "It really depends. It depends on who you are playing with. If they are undetectable, then, it's safe. But some guys have a high viral load. They can be pretty dangerous. It also depends on what you're doing. Anal is the least safe. And of course, making out is absolutely safe." "What about sucking dick?" he asked. "With an undetectable guy," I said. "It's totally safe." This step, the normalization of risk and deviance, was an important one. I wanted to lower Ian's defenses and re-set his personal risk levels. "Go all the way. It's safe." He smiled. "Even if I swallow his load?" "Even swallowing cum. It's safe." I paused. Ian licked his lips again, but didn't say anything for a moment. Finally, he broke down and spoke. "Can I have another hit from the pipe?" he asked. I smiled. He needed a bit more encouragement, and I was eager to provide it. Besides, I wanted another hit from the pipe. "Of course," I said. "But, we're going to share it." I grabbed the pipe and torch from the table. I lit the torch and started to heat the bowl. It was still pretty full. I hated trying to re-fill a pipe when I was high. "Good. I want to share this with you." There was a hint of submission in Ian's voice; radically different from the cocky young man I normally encountered. Ian had his hands still wrapped around my dick, so he felt it twitch and stiffen at the thought. "Damn," Ian muttered, squeezing my dick. "Take off your shorts for me," I said. Ian hesitated. "I want to see you naked," I said, emphasizing that this was not a polite request but a firm order. He stood up, slowly, and pushed down his gym shorts, just to the point where his dick would break free. He looked at me, knowing exactly what he wanted to do, but needing one more nudge to convince him. "Go on," I said. "You're a really hot boy." He blushed, and pushed his gym shorts down. His cock sprung free, a bit of pre-cum already at the tip. I stuck the pipe in my mouth, and as Ian stepped out of his shorts, I sucked down the thick white clouds. He bent over for a second, just long enough for him to flash me a glimpse of his ass. I could tell he had shaven it for the porn shoot; it was smooth and perfect. I wanted to stick everything up there: my fingers, my tongue, my dick, maybe my fist. But all that would come later. Today, it was about breaking down the primary defenses. After that, it would all be easy. I motioned for him to join me in the hit. He quickly pulled off his tank-top, and fell back down to his knees. His chest was mostly smooth, but I could see where the hair had been shaven off, hiding his Mediterranean heritage. The last outposts of his masculine fur were his thick pubes, his hairy legs, and the stubble on his face. I sucked down the last bit from the pipe, then set it aside. Ian was clearly no stranger to shotgunning, because our lips met precisely. I exhaled, he inhaled, and together, we spun each other up. I can't remember when we stopped exchanging the clouds, and started just making out. But it was after we had started grabbing on each other's dicks. Several minutes later, Ian finally broke off the kiss. "Dr. Weston," he said. "I think you can call me Ben from now on," I interrupted. "We're holding each other's dicks in our hands." "Ben," he started. "Are you, um," he started, and then mumbled a bit. I leaned in to try to hear him better. "I mean. Are you poz?" "Yeah," I said. "I'm poz."

Part 2 John had just unloaded inside me. I felt his cock throb as his sperm fleet me up. I felt his jizz as it hit the walls of my ass. For a briefs moment I forgot how much I enjoyed the feeling of getting fucked and bred, or maybe it was the slam. Most likely both I missed. John’s cock remained hard as he continued to fuck me letting me know the dominance he held overt me. He paid Steven for the right to use me as his fuck toy to breed for a couple hours. He kept fucking me, this time he slowed down and made it apparent that he was enjoying his time with my ass. He kissed me several times as he slowly worked his cock pig and out of my ass. I couldn’t believe how long John lasted as he spoke for the first time since he unloaded inside my ass, “You have a very fine ass jock boy. I could fuck your ass all week long.” I could tell John was getting close to cumming a second time. His breathing changed and I felt his cock thicken. I was hungry for a second load as I tightened my ass around his cock. The expression on John’s face along with the change in the way he we fucking me told me that it was pure pleasure for him as he thrusted into me hard and deep. With a grunt John said, “For a quarterback you certainly know how to play a tight end.” I felt the familiar warmth deep inside me as his cock painted my ass with his cum. His second load was even better than the first load he gave me. I killed his cock for every drop n as he slowly withdrew his cock from my hungry hole. He kissed me one last time before saying, “Damn jock boy, you have one hungry hole. I how you use to travel, cause I’m going to arrange to fly you in to spend a few days with me. I have a couple friends that would love to meet you.” I wasn’t sure what to say except to tell him, “I guess you’ll have to talk to Steven about that.” I really wasn’t sure if Steven would send me in a trip to see John. After he had fired 2 loads into my ass I wouldn’t mind seeing him again and meeting him fuck my ‘tweaked up, jock ass’ again. John got up of the bed and as I got dressed in just my shorts and t-shirt I was able to able his athletic body as I knew he admired mine. I had just finished putting in my shoes when he handed me a $100 bill telling me, “I paid Steven for your services, this is a tip for you.” I wasn’t sure if I should accept this or not, but knew not to insult then client by refusing the offer and said, “Thank you for this and than you for your cum.” John kissed me one last time, “I can’t wait to fuck you again. I promise a lot more cum the next time we meet. You are better teen Steven told me you would be.” I left the hotel and sat in my car as I texted Steven that I was done with my work at the Hilton. I also told him about the $100 tip I received from John. Steven’s reply kind of surprised me when he texted back, ‘for a jock you’re showing some smarts by taking me about your tip. All his need to be reported till me and I’ll know how much you get so don’t ever try to hide it. that’s nice John gave you a tip, you can keep that one’ I knew to rely ‘thank you’ Steven then texted me ‘I know you did good by him when he texted me asking if he can fly you in to spend a few days with him and a few of his friends. I’ll work out the details with him and will let you know the dates. I have another client for you to visit you'll be going to his home to spend the rest of the move with him” Steven texted me the address and I drove over to his home. This guy lived in a upscale part of town. It was a gated community where I knew the homes to go for a over a million dollars. I pulled up to the gate and the guard approached my car, looked at me, quickly opened the gate and waved me through. It didn't take long after I drove through the gate to find the house I Steven gave me where the client lives. I was told to park in the driveway and go to the gate to the back yard. I found a note for me on the gate telling me I was to strip leaving my clothes neatly folded outside before entering the gate and then I was to make my way to the pool where I would find a blindfold along with 4 leather wrist and ankle cuffs on one of the lounge chairs. I was to put the blindfold fold on (until the client removed the blindfold) along with the wrist and ankle cuffs and wait. I was a little nervous about doing as the note instructed, but then I remembered the Steven told me to always do exactly follow the client instructions. The client will not harm me for far of what Steven will do to them if they did. Steven assured that he will protect me from the client. So there I sat there naked waiting for someone to approach me. I didn’t have to wait long when I sensed someone approach me. I felt them secure my wrists above my head and my ankle were secured to the foot of the chair. I was immobilized which in some way turned me on causing my limp, Tina dick to twitch. I then felt a tourniquet applied to my upper arm and then the coolness of alcohol on my son. There was a pause that had me wishing I could see this mysterious person administering the slam. Then I felt the familiar needle stick and began to wonder how big is a slam was this guy giving me when he removed the needle, applied pressure to the injection site, raised my arm over head and removed the tourniquet. I coughed so hard as the rush hit me hard. I’m sure this was the strongest slam I'd ever done as I heard a ringing in my ears. The guy push my head into his from where I quickly opened my mouth and took his considerable sized cock deep into my throat. I guess he then administered his own slam as I heard him cough and felt his cock begin to leak a steady stream of pre cum. The guy grabbed my head between his hands and began to face fuck me and every so often he’d bury his cock deep in my throat and hold it there and I would feel it pulse as he dripped his pre cum directly into my stomach. This went on for a good 15-20 min until I heard his breathing change asking with his deep thrusts. He finally spoke to me asking, “I’m gong to shoot most of this load directly in your stomach” as he thrusted one last time pushing his cock far into my throat. I felt his cock expand and pulse as he delivered his load directly to my stomach. He pulled out as he fired off his last could spurts of cum onto my tongue giving me a taste of his seed. I had become just as hungry to eat sperm as I was to have it shot directly into my ass. With the Tina flowing through my body gave me a strong craving for cock and cum. After he finished giving me his load and I swallowed everything he had fed me he removed my blindfold. I recognized him from Friday night's party. He released my arms and legs been helped me to my feet. I was then led over near the edge of the pool. I noticed something in the pool deck. In the concrete opt the pool deck were a couple fasteners which my ankle restraints were attached too sharing my legs wide. This was a spot close to the house that allowed him to suspend a rope from it that he arched to my wrists. This forced me to lean slightly forward giving him total access to my ass. He left me exposed like this for what felt like an eternity. I sensed him behind me which increased my desire, my need to be touched. After what felt like hours (but I reality was only minutes) I felt him grab my ass as he moved in to eat my already cum filled ass. He stopped for a brief moment to say, “Nice, just how I like my boys, full of cum.” He went back to licking my ass for a couple more minutes before stopping again. This time when he stopped I felt him push a small rough object into my ass and said, “Not only does cum make the best lube it’s great for dissolving a nice shard of Tina.” I suddenly felt a burn in my ass as he pushed the piece of Tina as deep as he could into my ass. I felt my high grow as the Tina dissolved as I experienced my first booty bump. I felt my client stand up behind me in this restrained positron position as my hole screamed out to be filled. He teased me with the tip of his cock causing me to try and push back in a attempt to get him inside me, but the position he had me in made that impossible. He had total control over my getting fucked. His teasing me drove me crazy to point I begged him, “Please fuck me. Fuck me hard. Breed me, I need your cum.” I repeated this several this several times and when I thought I wasn’t going to get fucked I felt him grab me by my hips and gave me exactly what I needed when he thrusted his cock balls deep. I then got the fucking I asked for as he pounded me hard. He fucked me for a good hour I felt his cock thicken as his place quickened and his breathing changed and he pushed I deep. As his cock throbbed inside me delivering a fresh load of cum he spoke, “What a great ass you have. I knew the first time I fucked you that if I had you to myself you’d get fucked all night long.” He wasn’t lying as he fucked another 2 loads into my ass before he pulled out and put a butt plug in my ass. He then left me I this precarious position. I want sure how long I was left like this when he returned. He gave me either slam just as strong as the first one me gave me. I coughed out hard as I felt him pull the butt plug from my ass, grab my hips and penetrate my hungry ass. It felt like he was fucking me harder then he had before. He gave me 4 more loads before he was done fucking me. He released my ankles followed by my wrists, and in the position I was in when he released my wrists I couldn’t help from falling into the pool. The water felt great as I heard him say, “Great ass you have Jock Boy.”

The fantasy of HIV is extremely strong for me too, but I’m not sure I’m ready for the reality of it. I’ve been in therapy for quite some time now and a large topic of conversation over the past few months has been about this. My therapist is very sex positive and non judgmental. She was instrumental in my starting PrEP before I began barebacking. She maintains that it is my choice if I want to go off it, but is always quick to reiterate the, very real, negative aspects of contracting HIV. I may have a job that provides me with excellent insurance now, but who’s to say I’ll still have this job in 10 years. Circumstances change for everyone. The sex I’m having now is amazing, and I’m always wanting to push my boundaries and go further. Probably because I spent years in the closet and hating myself for being gay. When I told her I was visiting this site she felt it was good that I found somewhere to openly talk with others who shared what she calls my “HIV fetish,” but was adamant to impress upon me that this is in essence a fantasy site and I should treat it as such. I hope that you make the right decision for you. For me that is currently to stay on PrEP despite my urges to chase, but we all only have limited time on this earth and have to decide what we really want or need to be happy.

Part 12 I think it might have been finally hitting him what he's been exposed to through this new found freedom and desire for cock as cum. He wasn’t going to ask or say a word to Steven. The second he sit the door to the car I saw the strange look on his face. Played dumb asking, “What was this all about?” Tyson told me, “Steven says he owns my ass and of I don’t want the video getting out and everyone finding out that I’m a Tina whore who takes it up the ass I’m to do as he tell me without question.” Ty went on to explain, “He told me that last night was only the start to my writing for him and that he had some work lined up for me. Steven told me he knew I’d never be able to deny the need in me for cock and cum along with my addiction to Tina.” Ty sat there in silence as we drove back home when he suddenly asked me, “Why didn’t he try to blackmail you?” I took a could deep breaths while I formulated a answer before responding, “He probably knows that j doing care who knows I’m gay or that I like to party-n-play. He really does have any leverage on me. He must have done sound research on you to know that being an athlete puts you I a compromising position.” The idea of how I you a straight laced, innocent, jock boy and turned him into a cock craving, cum hungry, Tina addicted, whore had me eager to get Tyson’s high ass home so I could breed his (soon to be poz) ass. He sat there without saying a word for most of the ride home before asking me, “Did you give me HIV? I vaguely remember Steven talking about knocking my neg ass opp with his poz babies yesterday, and last night I kept hearing it mentioned about pozzing the neg ass.” I knew eventually my brother was going to ask me this question. I already had an answer with a couple questions for him. I simply says to him, “Fist of all, I am in meds (I lied, I stopped taking my here to elevate my viral load) so according yup the CDC, the risk of my giving you HIV or very, very low. Second, you never asked about condoms or asked anyone who you had sex with what their status was. Third, you practically begged for someone to put their cock inside your hungry ass and then begged the guy fucking you to breed your ass. Finally you never asked anyone for a condom or to fuck safely. All things considered, you seemed to be aware of your actions.” We had pulled into the driveway when I looked over at Tyson who looked like he was deep in thought on what I had just said to him as he got out of the car as went inside. I followed him in and once we were in the house Tyson turned and looked at me, which was the first time he had looked me I the eye summed he met with Steven, and said “Fuck and breed me! I cannot imagine ever getting fucked any other way than bareback. I guess it doesn’t really matter anymore about using a condom so fuck me and to my ass with your sperm. I kissed him deep as our tongues darted until each other’s mouths. We headed directly to his bedroom where we made out some more before I said to him, “I’m going top fix up a slam for myself so I can join you I your high.” Tyson asked, “Her bro, will you show me how to make up and administer a slam?” Tyson had come a long way in a short time as I sped him how to prepare and administer a slam. He copied what I was preparing for myself and prepared his own slam. This was no where near as big as the one Steven had given him, but it was a significant size. He tied off his own arm and hit his vein as instructed, register the flash of red and slowly injected the contents. When be released the tourniquet he coughed out hard before stripping away his clothes while I administered my own slam and joined him naked. He quickly took my cock in his mouth and sucked me hard. Steven was correct that Ty’s oral skills were very good as he easily took my 8” down to the root as I sucked his limp Tina dick which still caused him to moan in pleasure. I then moved in to eat his hungry hole which still had sure remnants of Steven’s cum inside. This caused my little brother to moan louder as he tried to keep sucking my hard as steel cock was ready to fuck & breed his cum soaked, hungry ass. We moved around so that Tyson was in his back and I got between his legs and quickly plunged all 8” deep into his ass in one thrust. He moaned and pushed his ass to meet my penetration taking my entire length. I quickly set any fucking him hard which elicited moans and grunts from deep within him with each thrust. When he finally spoke he had no reservations about his actions, “Fuck me hard. Breed me. Give me your load.” I fucked him for a nearly an hour before I finally unloaded inside his ass. After I had cum inside Tyson, we laid there in his bed for 5 minutes (or so) when my little brother dove down on my spent dick and sucked me hard again. I pumped another 2 loads into him when his cell phone went off. He received a text from Steven giving him instructions to be at the Hilton hotel downtown, room 617 at 9 pm. He had his first client. Dear Readers, This will be the last part of this story. I plan to continue Tyson's experiences as one of Steven’s whores on his own story. Look for ‘Straight Jock to Tina Whore’ coming soon.

Very well said.

Logan and I set to whomping up breakfast, and we left Zeb sitting at the table with a "give me something to do" air about him. "Relax, Zeb" Logan said. "I know Max's kitchen almost as well as he does and we work well together. You can do all the cleanup if it'll make you feel better." And somewhat to my surprise, Zeb did settle down to wait. Over breakfast, Logan explained to Zeb what our plan had been for later that evening and pondered how adding a third would work. "THAT bar?!" Zeb scoffed. "I mean, I know they've got that area where if cops come in they can't see what's going on and that gives anyone back there time to put their dicks away - but that place... ecch. They're trying to be a 'masculine' bar but with established 'leather' and 'bear' bars in town, they're having trouble getting much more than a load of aging twinks hoping to find a hot Daddy. Why there?" Logan and I exchanged glances, and I decided to fill him in, getting exclamations out of him like "oh, THAT asshole, right!" and giving Logan (and his once-again precum-damp crotch) admiring looks. I finished the story but for one detail, and Zeb asked, "OK, I get pounding him full of poz cum, but even if you're incredibly toxic - he's on PrEP; it'll probably still block it." "Except that Logan's been tested and his strain eats Truvada for breakfast. That's why I had him pound quite a few loads into ME before 'ol Ted got his baker's dozen." Zeb looked stunned for a moment, then whooped loudly. "Y'all mean there's a chance you two fuckers have knocked me up with this same strain?" We nodded as he looked back and forth between us. "Then bring on the fuck flu, because this is a dream come true for this bugchaser! Once it takes, I've got some stealthing to do of my own!" And here I'd been a little worried the story might have been a step too far for him. "In any case, part of the idea is that apparently Ted has a lot of friends who go to that bar and we thought it would be fun for word to get back to him of Logan pounding the ass of someone Ted wouldn't look at twice." Zeb looked at me funny. "Yeah, I fit his physical type except for the fact I'm 'too old' - he won't go after guys who have much more than a trace of silver at the chin or temples." Zeb grinned. "Mind if I suggest something?" I nodded. "How about this; Logan and I go in first - and yes, I do know how to ride bitch on a Harley. Lots of those little fags will be swarming around Logan, but because we're together that will thin out the number who pester us. Maybe give some daring ones a chance at either of us when one goes to the pisser and leaves the other in the bar - and we're just shooting them down right and left. Then after - I dunno, 45 minutes or an hour of this, YOU come in... and we're all over you. Ooh, here's another point; this place lets ya run a tab - so Logan should open one when we get there and the moment you step up to the bar, he yells out that your drinks are on his tab, and that's where it starts. Then we wind up out on the patio in the sex area and I can be backed up on your cock while Logan's fucking you, eating Logan's ass while he slides your hole back and forth on his cock, whatever it takes to get that toxic load in you in front of Teddy's pals." "I LIKE it! But we really should consider what to do if Teddy himself shows up; after all, he apparently hangs there quite a bit to know a lot of other regulars. Even if none of them let him know Logan's there - he might just show up on his own." Logan grinned in a feral way that made the fur on the back of my neck stand up, and said "Leave that to me. I still have all the whiny, needy, bitchy voice mails he left me; and if the fact I'll play 'em in public isn't enough of a deterrent..." (Logan flexed one of his huge hairy arms) "...I'll shut him up the hard way if I have to. I hope I don't have to do it until after I nut in Max, because one way or another I'm sure we'd wind up leaving the bar if I smack him around." "Sometimes I think you spend too much time hanging out with 1%ers, man." "Hey, they know how to Take Care of Business - including banging my hairy ass 'til my eyes cross. You really should come visit me sometime, Max - I bet the ones I know would love to pull a train on ya." Seeing Zeb looking like a puppy hoping for a treat, Logan added "Yes, you too Zeb - though they might have you spend most of your time servicing Max while they're breeding him. The ones I know love having 'faggot cumdumps' they can have ride along with them without it being obvious to anyone else, and all three of us fit that." "I know I keep saying this, but I can't believe my luck even to have a chance at all this" Zeb said. "I'm actually looking forward to that big talk with you, Papa Bear." "Big talk?" Logan said as he looked at me. "Logan, you know I don't leap before I look. All I know about Zeb is his name - his FIRST name - and, admittedly, that he's really good sex! Shit, until this morning when he reminded me about it - he didn't even know MY first name!" I looked at Zeb and said "I absolutely don't want to minimize what you said last night, and I am drawn to you too - but we do need to get to know each other beyond sex." Zeb nodded. "Yeah, I can see that; I just hope you like what you learn about Zebediah Crandall." "And what you learn about Maxwell Stoneman." Logan grinned and said "I'm going for a ride and let you two get on with this. I'll be back around 5 or so; while I'm gone, figure out someplace we can go for dinner that won't mind our stink." With that, he collected his riding gear and moved off to the garage. A few minutes later, his Harley roared off. ***** I won't try to relate the whole conversation Zeb and I had, but as it progressed it seemed like we started fitting together as people as well as my cock had fit his holes. His life had had a lot of rough to it, including being raped as a young teen by the guy he fully intended to stealth once he converted. But his "stubborn redneck pride" had gotten him into trade school and he was working as a machinist at a company that did a lot of precision work for various demanding industries, which impressed me, and I was surprised to learn that they really didn't care what he smelled like; he claimed he wasn't the only one on the shop floor who clearly enjoyed his own musk - and in fact, his foreman was one of those! It was obvious that despite him saying "rednecks ain't much on a lot of thinkin'" that he was very bright; he admitted to me that one of his escapes as a kid was to go to the library and read... which helped explain the more-than-redneck vocabulary. As to why he was chasing ... "All that shit all my life about how man-on-man is so wrong; now I just wanna wallow in it without worry or fear. I'd run into a lot of men who wanted to assert control by preventing me from cumming; when you forced me to cum FOR you, at your command during the party, it was a revelation for me. Shooting all over myself made taking the next cock more difficult - but I got through it thinking 'maybe he'll let me cum for him again!'" Zeb looked away, then back to me. "Papa Max, you know how they say there's no dog more loyal than one who'd been abused that you show kindness to?" I nodded. "That's me. You may not realize it, but y'all have already made changes for the better in me and I expect you'll make more. Hell, I might even get you to be a little more spontaneous." I smirked at him a bit and said "Well - maybe." I stood up from the table littered with the remains of our meal and said "Come here." Zeb stood up and approached me and without warning I picked him up and threw him over my shoulder, carrying him to the living room where I sprawled out on the couch with him sitting in my lap, and the two of us began kissing passionately. In between snogging sessions we came to various agreements as to how to move forward, including that I relented on him calling me 'Papa' in public, and he agreed to keep his apartment at least through the end of his current lease while I got comfortable with the idea of having him as my pup. (It did seem a little strange to me for an otter pup to have a papa bear, but for whatever reason he identified strongly as an otter and resisted the idea of being called a 'bear cub' - so we're both cross-generation and cross-'species'.) By the time Logan got back, I'd spent a good while riding the hose to be ready for my later plowing, and lent my car to Zeb so he could go by his place to pick up his riding gear (as he'd promised - biker leathers, not gay bar "stand and model" stuff) because I'd realized the ideal place for dinner was a biker bar/restaurant called Burnout BBQ that I knew from experience had no problem with stinky, sweaty bikers... though we did clean the obvious cum-tangles out of our beards. I warned Zeb he might get some razz for riding in as a passenger but he assured me he could handle it. Logan re-arranged some of his gear to allow for the fact he'd be packing Zeb over to the site of the later festivities, and we were off. Zeb turned out to be an amazing passenger; other than the fact I had him to lean against, I wouldn't have known he was there. Most men who have ridden their own bikes for a while tend to be difficult passengers because at least subconsciously they want to be in control of the bike, but somehow Zeb was able to let that go. Dinner went really well; I suppose some part of my mind was still looking for chinks in Zeb's story; what he'd said about having experience with bikers and going to Sturgis should have led me to expect him to be fine in this setting, but when we got to the restaurant I was a little surprised at how easily the three of us settled into being "jus' brothers" - Zeb referring to us as "Max" and "Logan" rather than "Papa" and "Sir". When someone did make a remark on his arrival, he just said "I'm between bikes; I'd rather ride bitch than in a cage any day" and that shut the dude up. All of us had mirror sunglasses on, of course - and that was a good thing given all the big-bearded biker eye candy on display. We just shed our jackets as the temperature had dropped enough to allow that, but some who'd arrived earlier in the day when it was hotter had entirely doffed the cow hides and were showing off their own - hairy and inked up as they were. Fortunately, Logan's greasy jeans didn't show a wet spot, though I'm sure he wound up with a damp sock on one side by the time we left. Unfortunately, we couldn't get away with recycling so we had to waste piss; when I went to drain the tank, there were two younger bikers in there arguing over which of them stank worse. They were at the end urinals of three, so I stepped up to the middle one, hauled out the hose and started pissing - then interlaced my fingers and stretched up. The argument stopped abruptly, and when one of them muttered "Fuck, man - you win!" on his hasty way out, I couldn't help but laugh.

PART 12 The next day I was just wrecked. Besides my hole being super sore from all the cock I had taken at the bookstore, even my legs were sore from holding myself up so long. That didn’t stop me from jacking off thinking about what had happened in that 90 minutes or so I was in those booth. All of the guys had been hot older guys with big cocks and every one wanted it raw. I had done my best to keep all the cum inside me. It seemed important to have it soak in. And then there was the last guy, Ted. He had been the hottest. And he seemed to really like fucking me too. He had even given me his number. By the second day, I was feeling a lot better and by late afternoon I had looked at that phone number Ted had given me enough to have it memorized. I was so nervous but I kept repeating how amazing his cock was and how his cum shot so hard I felt it. His cum. His hiv positive cum that had been shot into once already after three other guys had wrecked my hole. But he was so sexy. And confident, as if he knew I wouldn’t be able to resist him and his giant poz cock. Isn’t that the world he used? Poz. I knew it was dangerous. I knew I shouldn’t have anything to do with him. But by 430 I was calling him. He answered on the third ring. “Uh hi, this is Chris. I met you at the, um, at the bookstore like two days ago.” I said, as nervous and awkward as could be. His tone changed from the gruff hello he had answered with. Now in a smoother gentler sexier voice he spoke back, “ I knew I would here from you. My new little 18 year old bareback bottom. You want to come over now don’t you Chris?” I was rock hard, even though I was also embarrassed to be called out like that. Still, I answered, “yes, really badly.” I could almost sense his grin thru the phone line. “Why do you want to come over Chris? What do you want? What do you want me to do to you?”, he said in that low voice. He was gonna make me say it. “I... I want you to fuck me again. Like the other day.” I whispered. “You want me to cum in your hole again dont you Chris? That’s what you are really hungry for isn’t it?” He had me. He knew it and i knew it. I was only 18 and totally new to man sex. Ted had been around enough to spot young guys discovering that they are meant to be cum sluts. He knew before I did what it was I needed and how bad i wanted it. And he wanted to feed my addiction. “I think you need to get here quick Chris. I have a nice big poz load for that boy hole.” He gave me the addresss and I was cleaning up and in my car within 20 minutes. All I could think about was how hot Ted was. That thin body offset by that huge cock and those giant low hanging balls. The fact that he had HIV was totally in my mind, but the overwhelming feeling was it was worth any risk. I just had to have it. I had to offer up my asshole to get fucked raw. And he was so tall and so skinny. It made his dick look even hotter. And he really wanted to cum in me. Thst just made it hotter, pleasing him by totally giving him my hole. My Dick was hard the whole ride over. As I tried to adjust myself as I walked to his apartment door, I thought one more time. I was about to go in to a strAngers house to have unprotected anal sex with a an older man that I know has hiv. It’s in his cum. And his cum had literally shot so hard I had felt it, a huge hot load of man sperm. And my thoughts weren’t fear or worry. My only thought was I hope I feel it when he shoots his cum into me. A I knocked, I was aware how the nerves had changed from fear to just excitement. I couldn’t wait to see Ted and be his bottom. To take his cum. Beg for it even, if he asks me too. And when he answered, the shiver of anticipation that ran thru me felt so hot. I couldn’t wait. And now here he was opening the door for me, guiding me in. And i couldn’t wait to go.

PART 11 There I stood, naked from the waist down in only a T-shirt. My legs were still a little rubbery from balancing myself while the last guy had fucked me. And my dick was still rock hard. The adrenaline and endorphins kicking thru my 18 year old body, combined with the raunch of where I was with all this porn and the smell of cum all around me, knowing guys are getting off in the booths around me, was almost too much to take. My senses had long since gone to overload. It was like being starving and then getting to eat at the best buffet you could imagine. And even though my legs felt like jelly and my hole was already a little sore, I couldn’t shut it off, that feeling of needing cock and cum. And now here I was, with multiple loads already in me, standing naked in front of a total stranger. Thru the glare off the screen I could get a decent look at him as we sized each other up. He was definitely in his 40’s and tall, really tall. And very thin. He was mostly balding and had his hair cropped very short, which combined with his mustache just made him extra hot to me. This time it was me thst closed the distance as I reached out and stroked his cock thru his pants. “Still hungry?” He whispered. Without a word he tugged my shirt off and then he slipped his shirt off and his pants. We were both totally nude in the booth. And now seeing him naked, I just wanted him more. He had to be st least 6 4” and something about how thin he was just made him sexier. And then there was his cock. It was gorgeous. He was more than half hard already and I could see a perfect cut cock, at least 8 inches with a nice prounounced head and just the slightest upward arch along the thick shaft. And his massive balls hung low as they sagged below. I began to slide to my knees but he stopped me. “Turn around boy. Bend over and show me that ass,” he whispered in my ear as he spun me around. I put my knees up against the bench and spread myself wide for him. I could sense as he slid down on his knees, putting his face level with my ass. “Fuck yeah” he whispered, “look at that hole. All that cum. Fucking hot boy.” I responded by trying to spread even wider and pushing my ass out. I felt him gripping my ass cheeks and then his beard as it brushed my ass cheek. And then he was rimming my hole, even more than that, he was devouring it. I bucked uncontrollably as he held me in place. I am sure I made noise as I gasped and sighed as my body shuddered while he made love to my hole with his mouth. The way he teased and licked and literally fucked my hole with his tongue was almost beyond what I could take. It felt so good, and with my hands holding me up, my hard cock just swayed in the air leaking precum as I ground my ass back. Then he was up and I could feel him as he bent over me. I felt his hot breath against my neck as he spoke to me. “How old are you boy?” I whispered my age back. “18 and in an adult book store getting fucked. And taking loads. You horny little fucker.” “It’s my first time here. I just... I really like getting fucked and the guys didn’t want to use condoms so I...” i drifted off, unsure what to say. The whole time I could feel his cock resting in my ass crack, driving me crazy. “I don’t like condoms either.” He whispered as he breathed hot and heavy in my ear. “That’s ok. I don’t... I don’t like them either. You can cum in me.” I whispered urgently, my need for cock overpowering me. “Yeah. You fucking like having a guy cum in you don’t you? I have a huge load for you. Do you want it? Do you want me to cum in you?” He asked as he grinded against my hole. “Yeah. I fucking want it please. You can cum in me please.” I practically begged. And now his hand was down there and I felt the pressure of that hard cock as it forced my hole open. “Yeah open up for me. Open up that hole.” He whispered as he drove his cock into me. I concentrated on relaxing my hole as he worked it open. With all the cum me cocks I had already taken, it wasn’t long before my hole blossomed for him and he began to fuck me harder. Leaning over me again he whispered “what’s your boy?” I managed to whimper out my name. “Chris, you have such a hot right hole. I want to fuck it again. I’m gonna leave you my number to call me when you need more cum. Do you want my cum? Want me to cum inside you Chris?” “Please. Please cum inside me. I want it. I want it so badly.” I did beg this time. “It’s such a big load Chris. My balls make so much cum. I want to flood you so bad. Is it ok that I have hiv?” He whispered in my ear. An electric jolt went thru me. I had a an hiv oositive cock inside me. A really big cock that was hitting me so deep and felt so good. And that breath against my neck and in my ear and the feel of his hands pulling my hips back to meet his body. My body made the decision for me. “It’s ok.” I whispered so quietly I wasn’t sure he heard me. Then he kissed my neck. “I’m gonna give you my load in a few seconds Chris. And I’ll be in you forever. You want that fucking cum Chris? Want me to shoot my load inside you?” He said thru clenched teeth. “Please! I want it I want it I want your cum.” And I did. I was pushing back bf when he gripped my hips extra tight I pushed back hard to make sure that cock was as deep in my guts as it could be when the first jets of cum pulsed out of the head. “Fuck yeah, take it chris. Take that fucking load.” He grunted as he bucked and jabbed his cock deeper with each throb of his cock. I clenched and pulled at his cock with my hole, trying to milk every drop out. As his orgasm subsided and he came down, he slowly slid out of me. We were both silent as we dressed. Then he handed me a piece of paper. “That’s my number Chris . My place is only a few minutes away. When that hole needs more cum, you call me, ok?” Taking the paper I nodded. Looking closely at me, es asked quietly, “are you ok with that poz cum inside you right now Chris? No regrets?” I was nervous as hell but I wasn’t regretting it. “No...I... i liked it.” He smiled and ruffled my hair. “Don’t make me wait for that hole. I want it again. Soon! And call anytime. No matter what time it is, when you want my special cum, you just call Rich” And then the door was open and he was out and the door closed again. I wasn’t sure my legs would work to get me to the parking lot. Finally, I took a deep breath and opened the door and walked out. As I wobbled out, the clerk looked at me and winked. I had been there over an hour and had taken four loads. And Ted.... he had told me he had hiv and I still couldn’t stop. And now I had his number. He was so hot. Safe in my car, the reality hit me and I got the shakes a little. I was 18 and had just had unprotected sex it’s four guys and one for sure has hiv. And Ted was so hot and his cock as perfect. And when he can his cock throbbed so hard it felt like it must be pumping jets of cum. And he told me to call anytime. Like he knows I can’t resist him. All of this rushed thru my head. And I knew even then, I was gonna call ted. It was just a matter of how long i could hold out. And the bookstore, oh I was going to be there a lot.

I'm in a similar situation. I have a top daddy breeder that recently was diagnosed poz. We have been having sex for about 15 yrs. Always bareback. He was always neg. Recently he tested poz amd I'm like u. I wamt it but then I chicken out. My top daddy told me to face my fears. So tomorrow we are supposed to have a date and I asked him to poz me and he said yes. So hopefully after tomorrow I'll have his DNA

Update!! The original stud I was supposed to meet late night bailed... Another guy hit me up at like 3am on grindr. He lived about a 5 min walk away. He wasn’t very hot sort of dorky and chubby and an ok cock... but I wanted it none the less and he said he would be quick because it’s so late. As I get to his apartment he stud that bailed messages me to come over but I was already at this other guys place. He buzzes up to his apartment and stripped right away and dropped to my knee like a good cum slut. I sucked his cock which was actually pretty decent once I got I going. It was really hard and stuck stairght up towards his face. I got up after he was rock hard. And turned around and starting grinding my raw ass on his cock. I spit in my hand and rubbed it in and guided his cock right in gracefully. He Bagan to pump and with out warning about 5 min in he moans and cums in my ass. He stops for a min with his cock all the way in and then starts pumping min to my surprise fucks me for another 5 min and cums again! I loved it. I didn’t even clean up and got dressed and left. I was there a total of proably 15 min at most until I didn’t my walk of shame out of the apartment building. As soon as I’m out of his place I hop back on grindr and the stud is still online so I reply and tell him I could right away. His house was min away from the guy that’s two loads were sloshing around my guts along with the load from earlier. I got to his place right away. His house as very nice land he was hot! 40s 6’4” white, blond, and built with a large masculine frame. We went to his room and stripped down to our underware and he started grabbing my tight muscular ass and my limp cock. I was on a mission to pleae and be a traveling fuck boy. He layed on the bed and crawled up on all fours pulled his boxer briefs down and his huge smooth dick balls flopped out I could tell I was gonna good when i sucked it down limp and I was like the size of my wrist. It took him a while to get hard but I didn’t mind I was nursing on his beautiful dick and balls. He had me get on his chest and shove my cock in his face which he sucked for a few min until I starting grabbing his giant dick which could very well be the thickest iv ever had and started jacking it and slid my ass down over it and began positioning head head again my already loaded hole. It went it but stoped halfway and hurt which suppris me because I had three loads up in there and didn’t lube for any of them... but for this monster cock I decid to grease up my hole and sat back down on it and felt it slide all the way with a brief spike of pain... he wait for lik two seconds before he started pumping. I leaned back and pumped back riding his fat cock in and out. He put it all the way and and locked it there and I start riding is cock all the way in my hole for what seemed like forever before I had to adjust my burning legs and started bouncing all the way in and out again. I took a quick break and hit the poppers and sucked for about a min until he pushed back and and pinned my legs back spread them and lined up his cock. He then fucked so hard and had me hold my own legs back as he grabbed my hips and fucked all the way in and out fast hard and loud his balls slappng against my ass until he grunted and filled me with my 4th load of the evening. My new record! I still want more....it was nice to meet my neighbors...

I wish I could get pregnant from getting fucked. I love the idea.

I lived in Austin in my 20s (late 80s - early 90s). One time, a buddy of mine who lived way out in the country called me up. He said a friend of his would be passing through Austin and wanted to know if I would let the guy fuck me. I said I would and ended up having a hot threesome with the out of town guy and another top fuckbuddy of mine. I didn't find out anything about the guy but his name. A year or so later, I was at Mardi Gras in New Orleans with some friends. We were making our way through the crowd at a parade when we just happened to stumble upon this guy with his whole family. I was so taken aback at running into a trick after so much time in such a strange place that I didn't immediately think to play it cool. Fortunately, my group moved on before it got really awkward. About a year after that, I met him a third time when he answered my personal ad in the local indie paper in Austin. It turned out his wife allowed him to fuck guys on the side in a Don't Ask - Don't Tell arrangement, so my faux pas at Mardi Gras hadn't been a big deal. He eventually decided that he needed to be free to be gay. He had moved to Austin and supported himself by giving "erotic massage" in his home usually followed by his bare dick up the ass of some closeted married guy. He fucked me many times after that (usually with a complementary massage) until I moved away and we lost touch.

Bottom staying in Lancaster area hotel (Bird-in-Hand Family Inn). Hosting Monday evening/night, Oct. 12 and Tuesday evening/night, Oct. 13 for bareback tops to use. Bring a friend or two or more and rape my ass.

3. I put the pipe and torch down, then turned back to Javier. He had pulled off his boxers, and was now naked and hard, leaning back on the couch. His eyes were sort of focused on the TV, but also dreamy and distant as he was enjoying the start of the high. "Suck me, man," he said. I did a hit of the poppers, and returned to kneeling between his legs. I licked the tip of his cock, tasting a small drop of pre-cum. My hands were resting on his hips, and as I wrapped my lips around his cockhead, I felt him beginning to relax. This was something he knew how to enjoy: enjoying the first perfect moments of a crystal high and a personal cocksucker working on his cock. He knew it would only be a few moments before I had most of his penis in my mouth and his cockhead pressing into my throat. "Right on, bro," Eli said, "Swallow that Latino cock." He and Javi started to make out, as Eli stroked his cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that it was still the same size, as big and thick as ever. I was terrified of the moment when he was going to try to shove his tool into my ass. But I also knew there would be no way I'd refuse him that pleasure, especially with the crystal fueling my every action. I tried not to think about the future and what I'd be called on to do. When the time came, I'd face it and take it like a good bottom. While I had been thinking, I had gotten Javi's cockhead all the way to the back of my mouth, just hitting my throat. It was time to try my best and swallow his cock. I hoped that I would be able to avoid gagging, but was scared that I couldn't control my reactions with a thick cock in my throat. With all the hits we had done from the glass pipe, my mouth was dry, and it wasn't as easy as earlier to get used to his hard shaft going into me. But Javier was definitely ready for me to take his entire cock and to go all the way down. He had put his hand on the back of my head, gently but firmly pressing me further onto his cock. I swallowed, and relaxed my throat. With a pop, his cockhead invaded my throat and stretched it out. "Fuck man! That's what I'm needing now," Javi said. He pushed on the back of my head harder, forcing me to swallow the entire length of his cock. He was no longer being gentle or slow about it, but made me take the entire length of his shaft in one fast stroke. I wasn't expecting his sudden thrust, and had to force myself to calm down and suppress a gag. "You ok there, white boy?" Eli asked me. I was still trying to get used to all of Javi's cock in my throat, but I nodded yes anyway. Javi's tool was cutting off my air supply and I knew I would have to pull off shortly, just to catch my breath. But for a few more moments, I would let Javi have the joy of a warm throat around his cock. And I would have the pleasure of a hard cock stretching out my throat. "He's trying not to gag, I can tell," Javi said. "Feels fucking awesome for me though." "Maybe a different position would be better, bro?" Eli said. I couldn't keep Javi's cock in my throat any longer. I needed to breath and to have something to drink. Javi released the pressure on the back of my head, and let me pull off. Eyes blurry, I gasped a few times, and looked at the two dark men, watching my every move. "Let's go into the bedroom, bro." Eli said. I coughed a bit and was finally able to speak. "Yea, that would be good." It was nice to be able to breath again finally, although I was already missing sucking on their cocks. All I could think about was getting a cock, any cock, back into my mouth. My ass was twitching as well, the shard of crystal inside me had finally melted. I wanted to get fucked as well as suck cock. "You got a TV in there?" Eli asked. "This is a hot movie," he continued. "Yeah, I do. No worries." I stood up and gathered the supplies I had brough out: pipe, torch, crystal, lube, poppers. I went to the TV and stopped the movie, pulling the DVD from the player. "You want anything else to drink?" I asked the guys. "Water? Juice? Vodka? Beer?" "How about a screwdriver?" Javi asked. "You got any more vitamin V for us," Eli asked me. It took me a second to realize what he was referring to, the Viagra I had provided for the two men. "I'll have to check." I went into the bedroom, dropping off every thing I had gathered, before returning to the living room. Eli and Javi were still on the couch, just stroking their cocks. One of Javi's hands was resting on Eli's muscular thigh. Although the two were utterly comfortable with each other naked and aroused, it was hard to tell if this was just a friendship or something deeper. I had a suspicion that I was a crucial element here, someone to act as an intermediary for these two men and receptacle for their needs, desires; their cocks and loads. In the kitchen, I made two screwdrivers, and brought them out. I took a swig from one, and handed it to Javi. I offered the other to Eli, but he motioned I should drink it myself. "To the bedroom, guys?" I asked. Eli and Javi got up, somewhat reluctantly aroused from their relaxation. They followed me into the bedroom. I put the DVD on, and fast forwarded it to the next scene. I knew it was a three-way: a black and a white top on a white bottom. It opened with the bottom alternately sucking off the two tops. "Right on, man," Javi said, standing and staring at the large flat-screen TV on the dresser. Eli hopped on the bed and leaned against the headboard. Almost immediately, he started stroking his cock and watched the action unfold on the TV. "You got that extra V for us?" Eli asked me. I went over to the bedtable, where I had put the supplies, and looked in the drawer. I shuffled around in the drawer, looking through my stash. I found not only another viagra, but a full bag of crystal. "Double bonus," I said. I showed him the stash of tina and the viagra. "Right on bro. Hope you don't have any plans for the rest of the day." He turned to Javier. "He's got another V for us to share. And more tina when we need it. Or he needs it." The two of them laughed at the last comment. I put the baggie down, and handed the V to Eli. He took it, carefully split it in half, and washed one half down with the screwdriver. He handed the other half to Javi who swallowed it dry. Eli grabbed the bottle of lube, and poured some on his cock. I was used to needing only a small squeeze of the lube, but Eli needed far more; he poured it on for a few seconds. Even that just barely coated his entire penis. I was dividing my attention between the screen, where the bottom was still servicing the two tops and Javier, who had been playing with his cock. Javier noticed me watching him jerk off. "You ready for more of this, man?" he asked. I nodded. "Yeah, I am." I took one last swig of the cocktail and put it down. I kneeled down in front of him, my head ending up level with his tool. Despite being hard, his cock was long, thick and heavy enough that it only just stuck out straight, almost hanging down a bit from the its own weight. I did a quick hit of poppers, and took his cockhead into my mouth. Javi reached down and grabbed the poppers from me. He did a long hit from the bottle, screwed on the cap, then handed them back to me. As the poppers hit me, he grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down on his cock. Soon after hitting me, the poppers hit Javi. He started to drive the blow job. He forced his cock to the back of my mouth almost immediately. It was all about his pleasure and he didn't care about me. At that moment, I was just a mouth for him. I prepared myself for him to push down my throat, and as expected, he did. His cockhead slid deep, and I suppressed the inevitable gag. I had to tilt my head up to accomodate the length of his shaft, an uncomfortable position for me. But he didn't notice or care, shoving his dick roughly all the way in, and then quickly pulling out. I did my best to keep up with him, but between the angle of my head and the intensity of his mouth-fuck, it was hard for me to not gag on his pole each time he went deep. "Not having a good time of it, huh?" Eli said, watching us from the bed. "Why don't you try the side of the bed?" I wasn't sure what he meant by that position. Javi knew exactly what Eli mean. "Right on. Get on the bed, Matt. Get on your back, and hang your head off the side." Explained by Javi, I knew what Eli had meant by the side of the bed. I had only seen that position in movies before, and never imagined that I would be the cocksucker getting facefucked that way. Javi pulled his cock out of my mouth, and waited. I was still on my knees, not sure if I was ready for that position. "Come on man. Do it," he said. Eli laughed. "You don't have a choice here, Matt. And don't worry. Once you're in position, you'll fucking love it," he said. "Or at least Javi will love fucking you." Still, I hesitated. "Come on, Matt," Javier said. "You know you want to feel this cock in your throat again." He slapped his hard cock lightly, and it bounced right in front of me. My mouth watered and reluctantly, I got onto the bed. I was lying next to Eli, only with my head by his feet. I leaned back over the side of my bed, assuming the position as Javier stood in front of me, his cock almost exactly level with my mouth. He had a straight shot into my throat. "Fuck, this is perfect," he said. "Right on," Eli said. "You're gonna stretch open up his throat for me?" "Of course." Javier handed me the bottle of poppers. I tilted my head up enough to do a hit, then handed them back to him. As the poppers took effect, I opened my mouth. Sooner or later, I knew Javi was going to slide his cock into my mouth, and worse, open up my throat. I needed to know just how bad that would be. The anticipation would probably be worse than the actual event, and I wanted to face my fears head on. "Ready, cocksucker?" Javi asked me. From my position on the bed, his cock and balls loomed large. I could just barely see his face, but I knew he was smiling and eager to be inside me. Driven by the crystal and poppers, I nodded meekly. I only thought about giving him the pleasure he deserved. He slid his dick into my mouth, his cockhead first filling my mouth, then far too soon, it pressed against the back of my mouth. I swallowed, and Javi's shaft pushed into my throat, filling it and opening it up. Even knowing that this invasion of my body was going to happen, I still had to fight back my gag reflex. Without stopping, Javi forced the entire length of his cock into me. His cock more than choked off my air supply. Above all, I wanted this invasion to stop, not have my nose buried in Javi's balls, and to be able to breath freely. I forced myself to relax and let my mind be ruled by the poppers and crystal and the needs they created in me. I had to accept Javier's manhood in my throat. I had to accept it as my lot in life, and my purpose. It took some effort, but slowly, I was able to find the pleasure in his throat-fuck. Javier was moaning slowly as he forced his shaft in and out of my mouth--his cockhead stayed buried in my throat. Those moans alone made it almost bearable, to know that I was the source of that pleasure. Over the wet sound of Javi's cock sliding in and out of my throat, I could hear Eli jerking his rod. "Yeah bro, get that cocksucker's throat open for me." From the moment Javier entered my throat, I knew I would have to take Eli's cock. How I was going to manage it was still largely unclear to me. Javier was just choking me; Eli was going to rip open my throat. Javi pulled out a little further than normal, his cockhead now in my mouth. I took the opportunity to gulp in some air before he pushed back into my throat. "He's a natural. Warm, wet, tight. And not gagging. At least not much right now," Javier said. He reached down and craddled my head in his hands. It was a tender gesture on his part, a kindness that his interactions with Eli had just hinted he was capable of. But this time was a feint; he held my head tightly, and used his grip on me for additional leverage. His cock forced its way back in me, ending up deeper into my gut. Slowly, a dribble of his pre-cum helped to lubricate my throat. "Nice fucking throat," he said, his cock hard in my throat. Javi's dark shaft was in my mouth and his cockhead was pressing into my throat. I tried to focus, to allow my mind to let go of anything other than this inescapable fact of my life. But the crystal wouldn't let me concentrate. I would think about everything that was still to come for me: to the uncertain pleasure of Eli's cock in my mouth; the inevitable moment when Javi would penetrate my asshole, and finally, when Eli would use me like the white bitch I was. Drug-fogged, all I could think of was my pleasure in making these men happy. I imagined all the ways I could use my body and its many holes to achieve their desires for pleasure. Even though my reviverie was personally arousing, I was dragged back to the real world by the undeniable existence of Javi's tool. There was no escaping the throat fucking he was administering; he would pull his cock almost all the way out of my mouth, give me a moment to get a quick breath, then force himself all the way back into my throat. Each time his shaft hit the back of my mouth and pushed all the way in I struggled to keep from gagging. "Fuck man. I wish I had met you months ago," Javi said. "Best damn cocksucker I've had in a long time." "You think he's ready for me yet?" Eli asked from the bed. "Almost there," Javi said. "He's almost done with the warm-up cock." He pulled all the way out, and I was finally able to tilt my head up enough to see him. He had that drug-glazed look on his face, but a big smile, and his hard cock was just inches away from me. "Do another hit of these," he said to me, handing me the bottle of poppers again. I took them greedily, and did two long hits, one in each nostril. I handed the bottle back to him, and let my head drop back down. My mouth was again right at cock level. "Right on," Javier said, as he slid his cockhead into my mouth. His cock was still wet from my saliva. I expected him to go straight for my throat again, but he paused. I heard him do a long hit of poppers and then another. My hit had begun to take effect, and I started to suck on his cock, licking up every drop of pre-cum that I could. I wanted dick, but I needed his pre-cum. "Slow down there, cowboy," Javier said, putting a hand on my head to keep me still. "Give me a second." He screwed the top on the poppers, then waited. I realized he was waiting for the poppers to hit, and I wondered what kind of throat fuck I needed to prepare myself for. He tossed the bottle on the bed, then grabbed the back of my head with both hands. In a single, forceful thrust, he pushed his cock all the way into my throat. Once again, I was impaled on his sword, and I struggled to keep from gagging. "Fuck yeah, this is what I needed," Javi said, as he pulled out, and thrust back in. "Too long since I've had a blow job like this." "Damn man, get him ready for me," Eli said. He had a weirdly flat tone. Even thought I knew he was stroking his cock, I knew that the crystal had hit him just as hard as it had hit me. "He'll need to be stretched wide open to take me." Having already tried to take his cock, I knew he wasn't joking. However, Eli was still to come. My immediate concern was Javi. Although he wasn't as thick or quite as long as Eli, he still had an impressive piece of meat. At that moment, his fat meat was deep in my throat, and his heavy balls were right against my nose. Sooner or later, I would have to drain those balls of their accumulated sperm. I found myself turned on by the idea: that I was lucky enough to get this man off. That I was able to swallow his sperm. Or to take his load up my ass. Although I knew that this feeling of luck was driven more by the poppers and tina, I didn't care. These thoughts and fantasies helped me to realize that Javi's cock was something that needed to be deep in my throat and not a unnatural intrusion. I surprised even myself when I grabbed Javi's muscular ass and held him tight against my mouth. I only wanted to worship this man, and right then, the best way I knew was to make mouth-love to his manhood. "Slow down there, Tiger," Javi said, gently prying my hands off his body and pulling out again. I gasped as his cockhead slid out of my throat, both because I needed the oxygen and because I suddenly realized how empty my throat was. "We're just starting here; there's no need for you to rush." He cradled my head in his hands, and slowly pumped his cock in and out. "Don't want to shoot too soon." It was clear this wasn't the first time he had done this. He was expertly teasing my tonsils: pushing in just enough to get me to start gagging, but also just enough for me to want the discomforting peace of a cock stretching out my throat. "You're going to fucking love his throat," Javi said to Eli. "Good?" Eli said. I knew that he had been jerking off the entire time, but from my position, I could only see Javier, and even then just his balls and ass. "Oh yeah," Javi said. "He's a fucking expert cocksucker. Knows just when to gag too. Feels so damn good on my cock." He pushed back in. I hadn't expected the penetration, and had to stifle my gag reflex. "See?" Javi said, as I flailed a bit, trying to find my peace. "Fucking got me boned up here, bro," Eli said. "Work that throat a bit more." Javi leaned over me, forcing his cock just a tiny bit deeper. It was at most a quarter of an inch but it felt like he was ramming inch after inch into me. Javi stood back up, and some of his cock slipped out. He was big enough that this felt like no change at all. I heard him unscrew the top on the poppers, and take a hit. "Give him a hit too," Eli said. "I love how it makes him into a cock-crazed slut." Javi did as Eli told him, and pulled his cock far enough out for him to hold the poppers under my nose. I inhaled greedily, wanting to impress both of these dark-skinned men with my compliance and eagerness to serve. It didn't take long for the poppers to take effect. "Please," I said, as best I could with Javi's cock still partially in my mouth. I knew Javi knew what I needed Javi obliged, and his cock slid all the way into me, forcing itse way into my throat. "Oh yeah, this is what I fucking need," he said. I no longer cared what he needed. I was flying on the poppers, and all what I needed was the thick piece of meat I had willingly impaled my face on. Driven by the drugs, all I wanted was for Javi to fuck my face, pound my mouth, tear up my throat, and shoot his load deep into my stomach. "He can take all of your shaft?" Eli asked. "Fuck yeah. I'm Balls deep in the slut's mouth," Javi said. He had slowed his thrusts down some from the earlier face-fuck, taking his time to explore my throat with his cock. I could feel a bit of pre-cum leaking out from his dick. It was lubricating my throat and his entry into my body. As the poppers wore off, I had a clearer realization of what this scene would look like to an observer. A clean-cut white boy with a gym body was lying on his back, his head hanging over the edge of the bed. A latino had his brown cock deep in the white man's throat, while on the bed, a muscular black ex-con was stroking his massive cock. The dim grey morning light filtering in through the shades picked out the last of the dissapating clouds from the trio's crystal meth hits. And I was that white boy, choking on the latino cock, tweaked out of my mind, waiting for the black ex-con to take his turn "Think he's ready for me? I'm getting bored of stroking here." "One way to find out. And if he's not, your legs are plenty strong enough to force it in." I hoped there would also be some poppers to help. They wouldn't make a huge difference in the strict anatomical issues of fitting Eli's tool in my tight throat, but they would grease my mental skids. It would be less Eli raping my throat and a little more me giving him the deep blow job he deserved. "He's all yours, man," Javi said as he pulled his cock out of my mouth and left me gasping for breath.