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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.

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."

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..."

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.

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

1. As I left my apartment building to get some coffee, he was standing at the entrance. He was listening to the phone ringing, but there was seemingly no answer. The only reason I noticed him was to admire the thick arm muscles and the subtle tattoos against his rich black skin. His tight t-shirt showed off his pecs and hard nipples, but it seemed thin in the brisk morning air. He had a small duffel bag sitting on the ground. I didn't bother shutting the gate as I walked away. I noticed he made no attempt to sneak in behind me. Fifteen minutes later I came back with with my coffee. He was gone, and I almost forgot about him. I climbed the steps up to my apartment, depressed by the grey, foggy morning. I doubted there would be any sun today. As I turned into my hallway, I noticed that there was a person hanging out, leaning against the railing. It was the same black man I had seen earlier at the front gate. He was hanging out near my apartment. Getting closer, I saw he had dropped his bag right by my door. "Can I help you?" I asked him. "Does Javier still live here?" he asked me, pointing to my apartment. "No. I live here," I said. "Fuck. I had been looking for Javi. How long you been here?" "About 4 months," I said. I had moved in recently, and still wasn't entirely unpacked. "You know where Javi moved to?" "No idea, sorry." "Damn. Spent all night on the bus getting here. Fucking need a hot shower bro," he said. I looked him over more carefully. He was about six six tall, and pretty much all muscle. Although it was hard to see between in the grey lighting of morning and his black skin, tattoos ran up and down both of his arms. There was a bit of stubble on his face, and his hair was cropped closely. Standing up over me, he was a little menacing. At only five eight, I knew there would be no contest between the two of us. "Well, I suppose you could come in and take a shower. Wish I could help you with with where your friend Javier moved to," I said. "Thanks, bro," he said. He grabbed his duffel bag as I unlocked the door. I let him go in first. "I'm Matt," I said, as he walked in. "Where did you come in from?" "I'm Eli, man. I came from the west side of the state," he said. He was being a bit evasive about where he had come from. I realized he was probably coming from the state penitentiary. He dropped his duffel bag by the door, and looked around the small apartment. "Done it up nice, bro. Much nicer than when Javi was here." I shut the door behind us. I should have been scared, alone with a big black thug, but my cock was twitching more than I cared to admit. "Thanks," I said. I grabbed a towel out of the closet. He had obviously been here before, because he headed straight to the bathroom. Even before he got to the bathroom he had already pulled off his shirt. His chest was impressively muscled, and there were more tattoos, across his chest, and over his washboard abs. I had tried not to stare, but I noticed that around his navel, there was a red biohazard symbol. He tossed the shirt into a corner, grabbed the towel from me, and walked into the bathroom. He was still wearing his grey sweat pants and an old pair of sneakers. He closed the door and a few moments later, I heard the shower start running. I picked up the shirt from the ground; even just holding it in my hands, I could smell the sweat and grime on it. From the size of the duffel bag and the condition of the t-shirt, I guessed he didn't have much in the way of clothing. It was clear that anything I might have wouldn't fit him. I put the shirt on a chair in the living room, and started to sip my coffee while Eli showered. He didn't take long in shower. I had barely started on my coffee when the water was turned off. Eli shuffled around a bit in the bathroom, I guessed he was drying himself off. Soon, he opened the door, and walked out into the living room. He had slung the towel over his shoulder, and was otherwise totally naked. I didn't bother trying to hide my staring at him. His legs were just as well-defined as his chest and arms, and handing between them was a fat yet still limp cock and two huge, low-hanging balls. I tried to focus on his face, but I found myself constantly glancing back at his cock and thick bush. He at least pretended not to notice me staring. "Thanks bro. I needed that. Not had that hot of a shower in a long, long time." "So, what were your plans for the day?" I asked. He had turned around, looking for his duffel bag. His ass was two perfectly balanced black globes, just as hard and perfect as the rest of his body. I wanted to kneel down, spread his muscular cheeks and worship his hole. "Fuck bro, I don't know. Was hoping I could crash with Javi for a bit. And try to have some fun today. It's been too long since I've had the chance." He found where he had left the duffel, and knelt down. As he rummaged through it, his low-hanging balls were swinging heavily between his legs. I guessed they were full of accumulated jizz. I wanted nothing more than to be the one to drain them for him. "What kind of fun are you up for?" I asked. "I don't care bro. Just kick back, have a good time. Javi was always good for a wild party." He found what he had been looking for, and he turned around. He had a threadbare pair of underwear and a small book. "Damn, I wish I knew where he went. Hope his cell is still the same." "Like what you see, bro?" he asked, not yet putting on the underwear. "Yeah," I said, a little embarrassed that he had noticed. "That's cool bro. Maybe we can have our own party," he said. His hand dropped down to his groin, and he started to rub his cock a bit. "I can borrow your phone? Wanna see if I can get a hold of Javi." I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. "Here you go." He took it from me, and started to page through his address book. He let the underwear drop to the ground. "Yo, bro. Gotta be honest. You got any party favors?" he asked me, as he stopped searching through his book. He dialed the phone. "What do you like?" I asked. "I've got some pot and other things." Eli's face brightened up when I mentioned "other things." "Bro, I'd love to smoke some meth, if you've got it." He was slouched back on one of the chairs facing me, his legs spread wide. It was still difficult for me not to stare at his cock. Even half-hard it was massive; a good seven inches long and nearly beer-can thick. I had no idea if I was going to be able to do anything with it, or even if I was going to get to play with our partying. "Yeah, I do," I said. I hadn't even used up my last baggie and had just bought two more grams the previous day. "Well, damn, bro. Share your wealth, and I'll share mine," he said. He shook his cock at me, indicating exactly the wealth he had to share. He held the phone up to his ear and I thought I could hear the sound of ringing. "Right on, man," I said. The ringing had stopped and I heard a muffled answer. "Yo, Javi, my man. This is Eli," he said into the phone. He clicked the volume down a bit, and I couldn't hear the other man any longer. A pause, then "Yeah. I got out yesterday. Got here this morning." I went into the bedroom, and found my pipe, torch, and the full bag of favors. In the living room, Eli was still talking. "Hanging out in your old apartment, actually. Cool guy here now." I rummaged through my bed stand, and found a few tablets of Viagra. "Yeah, totally. We're just getting the party started. You should come over." Supplies in hand, I came back to the living room. Eli had moved to the couch, where I had been sitting. I put the supplies down on the coffee table. "Awesome bro. See you in thirty then," he said, putting the phone down. He looked towards me. I tied to meet his eyes, but was still distracted by the massive tool between his legs. "Javi is coming over in a bit bro. We'll have fun today." He grabbed his cock, playing with it a bit. "Not as big as me. But he's not bad at all and definitely knows how to use it." I wasn't sure about having two strangers in my place, much less two strangers high on crystal meth, but my cock was starting to think for me. "Found a Viagra, if you want that as well?" I said. "You think you can handle me fucking you on V?" he asked, laughing. I stared at his cock. I knew this was going to be a day like I had dreamed of, and I didn't want anything to mess up the party. "I know I can." I said. "Well, get me something to drink. You got any beer bro?" I went into the kitchen, and brought him a cold can of beer. He took the viagra and washed it down. "Just a sec," I said, and went back into the bedroom. I found some poppers and lube, and brought those out. "Right on, bro. This is just what I needed," he said. "The pipe loaded?" he asked. I shook my head no. I sat down on the couch next to him and got a big chunk of crystal out of the baggie. I put it in the pipe. The bowl still looked a little empty to me, so I added two smaller shards. I took the torch and lit it. I melted the shards in the bowl. As I prepared the pipe, Eli watched. He grabbed the lube off the table and poured a little on his cock. When the first thin wisp of smoke curled out of the pipe, I handed it to him, to let him have the pleasure of the first hit. He took the pipe, one hand holding it as his other hand continued to slowly stroke his cock. He held the pipe in his mouth as I held the torch under it. The crystals crackled and smoked in the intense heat of the torch. He emptied the bowl several times, pulling a strong hit. After the fourth or fifth pull, he indicated he was good. I let the torch go out, and he pulled the pipe out of his mouth. He held it for a few seconds. Then, he blew out a thick white cloud right into my face. "Your turn," he said, as the smoke slowly dissipated in the room. I took the pipe and started to heat it up. As I let it melt and smoke, he took another swig of the beer. "You got any porn?" he asked. "Helps me get in the mood." I just nodded, as I took my first drag from the pipe. I felt the drug fill my lungs, my heart pounding in anticipation of the incipient high. I did a proper hit, and held it long, then blew out a thick cloud. I handed the pipe and torch to Eli for him to go again. "What kind of porn are you into?" I asked, right before he took another hit from the glass pipe. "Anything, bro. Gay. Straight. Black. White. I don't care. The freakier, the better." I got up and pulled out something I had downloaded a few months ago. It was a bunch of short gay flicks, mostly hung black guys fucking white guys. It was also bareback, which gave me a moment's pause. I worried it might set the mood for the rest of the day. I didn't know how to bring up condoms for Eli, if one would even fit him. As I put it on, Eli took another hit from the pipe. I came back to the couch just as he was exhaling the hit. He handed the pipe back to me. I put it in my mouth as he lit the torch under it. "Big hit this time, Matt. Gotta get you in the zone, bro." I sucked on the pipe, getting nice thick hits of the meth. Even when I motioned that I had had enough, he kept the torch under the pipe. "Just a bit more, bro," he said. "You're gonna need it for what I have planned for you." I tried to keep on inhaling the smoke as best I could, even as my lungs felt like they were bursting. Finally, he pulled the torch away, grabbing the pipe from my mouth. "Hold it, Matt, until I say so" he said. He stuck the pipe in his mouth and started to do his own hit. I was about to exhale, but he indicated for me to hold it a bit longer. It wasn't until he had taken all of his hit that he motioned me to breath out. Just as I was finished emptying my lungs, he leaned in towards me, making it clear I was going to get his hit. We started to kiss, and he shot-gunned his hit to me. It was far bigger than the one I just did, and he made sure our lips were locked long enough for it to get absorbed. Finally, he broke off the kiss, and let me breath the hit out. I was a little surprised a macho thug type like him would kiss, but I didn't protest the unexpected intimacy. I could feel my body tingle, as the tina started to take effect. I was definitely getting horny and wanting to do more than just kiss and share hits of the meth. I turned my attention to the TV. On screen, a white guy was on his knees, trying to swallow a huge black cock. I looked at Eli's cock, and realized that his shaft was even bigger than the one in the video. "You like it, bro?" he asked; I couldn't tell if he meant his dark cock, or the white guy struggling to swallow the black cock on screen. "Yeah, I do," answering for both. "Why don't you get more comfortable. You gotta get naked like me, man," he said. I did as I was told, throwing my shirt into a corner, then stepping out of my jeans and underwear. My cock was only semi-hard and seemed tiny in comparison to his. "Nice bod, bro," Eli said, running his free hand over my hairy chest and taut stomach. "Not sure how my cock's gonna fit in you. But don't worry, we'll make sure it does." "Hot movie," Eli continued. "Why don't you get down on your knees, and show my cock some love, just like that white boy." I pushed the coffee table back a bit, and knelt down in front of him. Up close his manhood seemed even bigger than I first realized. I had no idea how I was going to take it in my mouth, much less in my ass. "Just relax, and work slowly. I know you'll be able to take it," he said, almost reading my mind. I grabbed the bottle of poppers and did a hit. As they took effect, his cock no longer seemed like an insurmountable obstacle. I knew I could take it, and further, I knew he would love every second of it. I took his warm cockhead into my mouth, savoring the small drop of pre-cum at its tip. I started to work my way down his shaft, slowly taking more and more of his cock into my mouth. It wasn't an easy or fast process, but it more than satisfied my sudden need for dick. Eli was enjoying it as well. He spread his legs wide, giving me better access to his cock and balls. He leaned back, not caring about anything but the pleasure of the blowjob. After a few minutes of effort, I had barely gotten more than a third of his cock into my mouth. But, it didn't seem to bother him. He was moaning in pleasure, letting me know how good it felt for him. He grabbed the pipe, and lit the torch. I glanced up at him just in time to see him slowly melting the drug in the glass bowl. Right before the smoke began to leak out the top, he looked down at me and said, "Don't stop sucking, bro. It feels fucking great." He put the pipe to his lips and did another long hit. I was glad I had loaded up the bowl, since it he was enjoying big hits. I was feeling like I was almost in the zone, and needed only one more hit before I was completely at his mercy, ready to be used like the cocksucker I was. He pushed out his hit, covering the two of us in a thick white fog. Eli was getting too much pleasure from my oral service, so I knew he wasn't going to offer me a hit off the pipe. Instead, I settled for another hit from the poppers, and did my best to swallow another agonizing inch of his cock. His cockhead started to hit the back of my throat, and I did my best to suppress my gag. But, with my mouth already stretched as wide as possible and his fat cock pressed against my throat, it was hard to do. Even with the poppers, I had to pull off and catch my breath. "Damn bro. Most guys can barely take my head. That was fucking amazing," he said, clearly impressed. "Take a breather," he said, "Catch your breath." grabbing my arms and pulling me up on to the couch. I relaxed for a moment. My hand dropped down to my crotch, seeking out my dick. My cock was still half-hard. The crystal hadn't yet reached it and left it limp and lifeless. It was leaking precum. Eli reached across, and grabbed my cock. "Not bad, man," he said, impressed by its current size. He stroked my cock a few times, but then worked his hand down, grabbing my balls and starting to finger and explore my hole. "You're a tight ass, bro. Literally. Gonna have fun fucking you." He pulled his fingers out long enough to put a drop or two of lube on them. He pushed back into me, getting a little deeper. Even his fingers were big, and I acutely felt the intrusion into my hole. "You ok, man?" he asked. "Or do you need another hit?" He left it ambiguous enough that I didn't know if he meant poppers or crystal. "Yeah. Just a lot bigger than I'm used to," I said. I tried to shift my weight around, giving him easier access to my butt and also trying to relax as much as possible. He didn't stop, but pushed into me further; I could feel his second knuckle slide into my hole. He wiggled his finger inside of me. It sent a shock of pleasure running through my body and I moaned involuntarily. But then, suddenly, he pulled out. I felt empty, like something important had slid out from my body. "Pick out a nice big shard from your stash, man," he said. "You're not in the zone yet." I got off the sofa and down on my knees again. I looked through what was left in in the bag. There was one decent-sized piece of meth left. The rest of it was all small bits or dust. I fished the big one out of the bag, and put it on the coffee table. I grabbed the pipe, but he stopped me. He leaned over and took a look at it was I wondered what he had planned. "Nice, bro. Now, just bend over the table and relax." He paused for a second. "You may want these," he said, handing me the poppers. I took them, and did a huff from the bottle. He carefully picked up the shard of meth. With his free hand, he spread apart my ass cheeks, exposing my hole. I realized he was going to stick the crystal up my ass, not bothering with the ritual of a booty bump. I had heard this was almost as intense as slamming. Terrified of what I'd do flying high, nevertheless, I did another huff of poppers, forcing myself to relax. His finger pushed into my hole, guiding the sharp rock into me. I could feel it scraping up against my tight moist hole, slowly starting to dissolve and enter my bloodstream. He pushed his finger in all the way, first one knuckle, then a second knuckle, and finally the base of his finger. "There, Matt," he said. "Just relax, and let it melt, bro." I took another huff from the poppers as he slid his finger out of my hole. I could feel the shard of tina that he had left behind. I knew it had already started to dissolve, the drug going straight to my brain. I wondered what I would let him do over the next few hours. As his fingertip slipped out of my hole, he gently massaged it, making it close up. "That bump should last you for a good while," he said.

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I'd take a break from Prep for 3 months and if you don't want to get HIV, don't bareback. Once your kidney levels go back to where they are supposed to be, which they say will happen if you stop Prep for a bit, then get back on or do the on demand prep. I'd think dialysis would be worse than HIV but just my opinion. Good luck.

I’m not being bred by 100% of the men I fuck. There have been some (usually too hot to turn down) that I wouldn’t let Top me without a condom. It hasn’t been that long since I was 100% condom sex. I prefer bare because its so much better but I’d rather be filled with a cock covered with a condom than not fucked at all.

it took me ten years to get to this point. i grew up in the christian south. totally repressed faggot. when i first arrived on tge westcoast i started meeting real life gay dudes and realized that it might be ok for me to be gay too. then i started stumbling into bathhouses. I was married to a woman at the time and I was terrified of HIV. i would only watch, and maybe jerk off. i got my dick sucked on a few times, or i would suck a bit. then run away ashamed of what i had done. the first time i got the courage to actually have sex with a man he asked if i wanted it raw. I told him he had to wear a condom if he wanted to fuck me. consequently, the guy couldnt stay hard, I was in the leather sling, ass for the taking and he couldnt even penetrate. I left the bathhouse very disapointed, ashamed, and afraid. my next hook up wouldnt be for another year. I met a guy off scruff. a fit, older guy 55yo, beard, salt and pepper I had discovered this is my type. he started feeling me up as soon as.we got in the elevator of his building. his condo was beautiful, clean white sheets. I told him before we started to use a condom, but when he started fucking me, he was raw. it felt amazing. but i was too afraid. I begged him to put a condom on. sharp pain ensued. even with lube it hurt. I bled for a few days after. then I found out about prep. I came back to him a few weeks later, and fucked him and his hung husband. they fucked me good. spit roasting me. I swallowed one load, while the hung husband pumped one deep in my guts. after that experience. the contrast of terrible condom experiences, or absolute bliss of bareback raw, fat daddy dick. i will never have a condom inside me again.

Same thing with my bf and me, he loves watching me being used and then takes care of me when I’m full or cum and exhausted

I have not put a condom on my cock in over 10 years. If a bottom wants my cock, he takes it bare or not at all. Usually when they see my dick, and especially when the taste it, they beg for me to fuck them raw and fill them with my load. Plus, I love nothing more than the taste of man butt and so I always really deep rim a guy to bring out the true pig bottom in him. When you get a bottom to the place where his eyes are glazed over and he’s squirming and moaning from your tongue in his hole, you can always claim it raw.

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Breeding Boyfriends Club I was out for some beers after work with one of my colleagues and my new assistant. My boss, Patrick, is older, early 50s, and smoking hot, recently divorced, newly out, and playing the field with a few casual dates here and there. My new assistant, Alex, is late 20s, latin, short, and adorably ripped. We were chatting out about dating and I told them things were fine if not just a touch stale with my boy. My assistant winked suggesting he knew a way to liven things up. He mentioned that he and his ex had gone on PrEP and went to a club where every week a circle of guys offered up his boyfriend to get fucked by the guys in the club, preferably raw. I dropped my jaw not at the idea of Alex sharing his boyfriend raw, but that he acted like it wasn’t a big deal. Meanwhile, I was getting hard under the table. He explained that the move for the new job, and not having health insurance for the next three months until our plan kicked in, he’d gone off PrEP and was hornier than ever. My boss hadn’t said anything since Alex had told us about the club. He cleared his throat, and said he and one of the guys he was casually seeing would love to start something like that. Patrick confessed to us that he really got off on sharing his boyfriend too. They'd talked and fantasized about it but never followed through. Patrick told me that he got hard thinking about it and stood up to show us his massive cock stretching out his pants. He winked at me and suggested it would be a fun way to spice up my relationship. Alex’s eyes twinkled. He suggested we put an ad online and see if we could get a group started as soon as possible. I promised to discuss it with my boy to see if he'd consider having some fun like that. Alex had said he’d round up a willing bottom to take on the group, so my boy was off the hook for at least a meeting. That night over dinner, I mentioned it to my boy, and he eagerly nodded that it would be a fun way to get some spark back. I’d go to the first meeting, see how it went, and report back. He said that he'd seriously considering getting barebacked by a few strangers. That got me so hard and wet. I bent him right over the kitchen table and started eating his ass. He told me he'd love for me to eat a guy's load out of his hole. I lined up my cock and slid all the way in. It was as if he loosened up just thinking about taking fresh raw cock. My boy and I had a serious talk about opening things up and starting PrEP. I called our doctor's office the next morning, and, of course, we couldn’t get an appointment until after the first meeting, so I agreed to play safe while fucking the willing victim. When the day of the first breeding session came around, Alex’s friend bailed. Alex, Patrick, and I spoke in hushed tones in the office kitchen. Alex wasn't sure he hadn't recently caught something and had maybe passed it to his boyfriend. Patrick was glad to offer up one of the guys he was seeing, and again, showed us his massive hardon straining his pants. I nearly dropped to my knees and swallowed my boss's hard cock right there. With a few hurried text messages to the guy he was seeing, he offered to host the party at his place. After work, I went home to shower, change, and put a few condoms in my pocket. I kissed my boy and headed directly to Patrick’s to safely fuck a stranger with a few colleagues and new friends. Patrick had a swanky big house. He let me in, greeting me naked at the door, with his massive cock swinging, already half-hard and drooling precum. He’d had mattresses placed in the living room and there were already a few strangers standing around naked. Alex wrapped his arms around me and gave me a deep kiss. He started fingering my ass and I reminded him that I was doing the fucking tonight. He jovially frowned and ran to answer the doorbell. Alex led in Patrick’s date, Matt, a sweet-looking skinny twink with bangs over his eyes. He was clearly nervous. About six guys in all were there to top Matt, all strangers to him except his casual boyfriend, Patrick. I admired this dude for being willing to take on so many new cocks. Patrick went first, even though he was very well hung. Matt got on all fours and Patrick slid his big dick into Matt with one easy go. Alex cradled his head and asked if he’d done anything to prepare for our loads. He explained that he’d lubed up with two of his roommate’s loads freshly fucked into him. Alex oinked approval as Patrick came deep inside. Alex went next. His caramel ass looked so good flexing as he hammed his cum into Matt’s loosening hole. I went next, with a condom and sloshed around in his stretched-out ass and cummy messiness. I came in the condom and the next guy assumed his position. I rolled my filled condom off. The guy raw inside Matt took the condom from me and squirted my load all over his dick and fucked it right inside. After a another guy, Matt collapsed, exhausted, not ready to take on that last cock. Matt excused himself to the bathroom and Patrick followed him to make sure he was alright. Alex bravely assumed the position so the last guy could get his nut. Alex asked me to hold him up. I held his head against my chest and spread his cheeks for the last man, a sexy tall blond guy neither of us knew. Naturally, the stranger went raw and filled him with cum. Patrick had come back after seeing Matt out and was jerking off when the final stranger came. He slid right in and bred Alex. I jerked my cock until I came and shot my second load all over Alex's open asshole. As Alex fingered my load into his guts, he looked up to me and told me it was a thrill taking raw cum, especially after quitting PrEP. So hot. I was still hard and slid my cock into his ass, coating my dick with cum. Alex offered to clean me up, but I had a raunchier idea. I got dressed as the party was breaking up and headed home after texting my boy telling him to be naked, lubed, and ready to get bred as soon as I walked in the door. I walked into our place and directly to the bedroom, where my boy’s ass was moist and shiny with lube and ready to get fucked. I pulled my pants down to my knees and slid right in, still rock hard even after shooting two loads. Some of that globby cum leaked off from my cock seeped into my boy’s guts. As I told him about the party, he was out of his mind with lust, begging me to share all that cum. I came deep inside him and stayed there until I was soft. My cock plopped out and he squatted down capturing my third load of the night and remnants of strangers’ seed from my cock, and dripped it into his mouth. He grabbed the back of my neck and fed it to me. Three weeks later it was time for my boy’s turn in the spotlight. He was ready to take cum from strangers, my boss, and my assistant without protection of any kind. He was ready, but was I? To be continued...

Part 21: My new boy who so far only had the neg cum of my son up his cunt knelt in front of the sling. He continued down his chosen craved path of destiny. Mike went over and stood with his back to him, so his wasted ass and stuck out anus were right in the boy's face. He removed his Leather waistcoat to reveal even more of his skinny frame, and a tattoo on the centre of his back that said 'Demon'. By the 'D' was a biohazard symbol, and by the 'n' was a scorpion. From his cammo satchel he took out one of his Gonorrhoea droppers, and squirted a few dropper loads of pus just inside the rim to his AIDS cunt, only inside enough for it to slowly leak out. - What does my tattoo say boy? - It says 'Demon', Master. - Now worship me, pig. Show me your loyalty. Show me you are ready for me to possess you for the rest of your life. The neg twink grabbed hold of Mikes thighs, and got stuck right into rimming and eating up the leaking pus, also rubbing his lips and nose in deep into Mikes exposed AIDS cunt flesh, giving him a very sticky face, to go with his already piss drenched body. The third guy fucking my converting pup had for a few minutes now increased his fucking to a full on nasty aggressive hate fuck, slamming in hard, using my pup like a slab of worthless poz fuck meat, and he was now starting to let out a climatic roar. - Oh fuck yeah, take my strain you fucking nasty whore Through his rubber mask Mike showed his appreciation for my own sweaty converting pup being used as a toxic cum dump; - YEAH, go on, recharge that loose converting cunt with your toxic DNA mate. Go on, recharge that poz hole <-----> That's it boy, worship me, eat that pus out of my AIDS cunt. Mike was now groaning with pleasure as guy number 3 dumped his filthy load up my pup. It wasn't much time before both guys spit roasting him switched positions and unmedicated poz Dick No.4 was sliding it's way in to take what it wanted and give what it had to kindly offer. Mike suddenly turned around, facing the pus gobbling neg twink. - I guess you will be wanting to drink my pus straight from the tap - Yes please Master He went to put his mouth around Mikes bio-hazardous toxic vein throbbing diseased shaft of death. - Ah ah ah ah ah, not so fast Boy. You want the real draught stuff straight from the tap, you are gonna have to fucking earn it. - Yes Master. I will serve you until you feel I have earned what I crave, your delicious pus juice, and all your charged loads, Master. - Lee, get this sweet neg pig in the sling, restrain both wrists and ankles, then set the electro machine up on that stool by the sling, and get sounding him again. Once set up, Lee lubed the sounding rod with more toxic pus, stood to the side of the sling, and got to work on slow, deep, intense sounding, during which time Mike just stood there for ages stroking his evil diseased fuck weapon, and then, he stood directly in front of the neg twink, and was wiping his pus ridden toxic cock head on the defenseless yet eager cunt hole. Wiping it over and over, eventually inserting the tip to his AIDS fuck piston, and just held that position, staying rock hard. THEN, SUDDENLY, he removed his rubber hood!! 4 of us were now stood around the sling with Mike & Lee, and there were a few gasps of shock when Mike's yellow gaunt face was now for all to see. He looked at us, smirking, laughing in a demonic manner. Then in a split second his laugh and smile suddenly dropped, and his eyes became dark, cold, and soulless, He took his empty dark expression to the boys sweet innocent expression, slid in balls deep, and he snarled in a voice that was no longer his; - What is it you want, faggot? - PLEASE fuck me Master. Infect me with your P☢️z DNA. Make me YOURS. PLEASE. Mike withdrew his dangerous death shaft and stood there, staring expressionless at the neg boy. His face remaining empty he took the leads from the electro machine and attached one to the boys balls, then the other to the sounding rod that Lee was using on the boy. He taped the lead to the rod so it was firm in place, left Lee to gently wank the boy, then, it was play time. Mikes face lit up once again as he turned the dials, sending electric signals into the boys Dick, and through his entire being. - OMG Master, fuck, MORE, give me MORE The boy's depraved Master needed no encouragement, and flitted between turning the dials up and down, up and down. Even though Mike had not planted his demon poison yet, he already owned the neg pig! All 6 of us now were around the sling stroking our nasty toxic pieces of fuck meat as we watched Lee & The Master do their nasTy beautiful work. - Fuck Master, please, MORE, give me MORE. The electro dial was turned right up one last time and the sounding rod shot out as the boy shot a huge big creamy load over his belly. Mike scooped up some of the sweet neg juice and fingered it inside the boys neg cunt. Scooping up more he then lubed his own death shaft and slid back in, balls deep again, and this time there was no delay in a steady rhythm of fucking. - This is it boy, no turning back now. It's time to accept my legacy. - Fuck YES Master. Knock me up. Possess me. - You nasTy pig! He looked up at us bunch of toxic perverts, sling chains rattling, his yellow gaunt face giving his depraved twisted smirk as we all cheered him on, encouraging him to charge the boy up with his deadly seed. His smirk turned into a very dark sinister evil cackle as his eyes once again emptied of all human life force. His laughing stopped, his face was dark and empty with an evil stare, and his fucking ground to a halt. He took his gaze from us to the boy, and withdrew his diseased weapon, keeping the leaking pus head inside, then slammed in hard deep inside the boys neg cunt. He repeated this several times, until on his last impale of his death stick, he stopped, his lower jaw extended out baring his yellow-brown teeth, and then came rhythmic grunting, each grunt a few seconds apart. Was he now cumming? If so, should he pull out? ?☢️☠️?

Part 19; Mike walked in and over to the cage, circling, dragging his long fingernails across the metal, causing it to rattle which only served to enhance his Demon sounds filling the room from my speakers. My 5 other guests were completely captivated. Dan was simply lying in the sling, smiling, smoking some Weed. He slowly went over to where Dan and I had been sitting earlier, sat down, and barked; - Bring me those 2 caged pigs; NOW. I unlocked the cage, and led them via their leashes as they walked on all 4s to what could potentially change them for the rest of their lives for one of them. Mike barked and snarled; - STAND up. And your hands behind your back. Alan, turn the light up please. This was my home, and I was the Master of the converting pup, however, Mike was truly the Alpha Master of all present. He delved into his army satchel and took out a steel sounding rod. He looked towards the direction of Lee. - Do your stuff my Friend. Lee took hold of the rod, Mike sat back with his hands behind his head and grunted as Lee sounded his infected urethra. His grunts were a mixture of sounding pleasure, and inflammation pain. After a few minutes of sounding Mike, Lee turned to the boys, and alternated between sounding all three of them, passing on Mike's thick yellow discharge to where it should be. My converting pup groaned in ecstasy, repeatedly exclaiming he felt like he was going to cum. The neg twink could only whimper through his Spider-Gag, still with the tooth brush poking out at the side. This went on for a good while as we all watched on. Returning to his satchel of Goodies, Mike took out a small brown dropper bottle and handed it to Lee. Without any prompting he unscrewed the top, and drew up a dropper full of a yellow looking fluid, and inserted the dropper into the neg twinks urethra. Mike spoke as my 4 other guests and myself were continued our inability to look away for a second; - If any of you are wondering what is in the dropper, it is a collection from the past week of my nasty Dick pus. I have collected it daily for several months now, making sure I always have enough to give out to those in need. Go on Lee, squirt my boys up his worthless fag-piss-slit. I had to hand it to the pair of them. They knew each other alright. And they had clearly worked together like this before, knowing exactly what they were doing! What a team! Lee squeezed the rubber tip, in went Mike's nasty pus, and now the new boy was now incubating his first infection of the evening. His innocent body was there for the taking, and Mike was going to take, and GIVE exactly what he wanted. He stood up in front of my converting pup; - You want some of my pus too do you boy? - Yes please Sir ... * Mike slapped his face hard * - Do I look like a Sir to you. I am the AIDS Master. Get on your knees, open your mouth wide, stick your tongue out, and keep it stuck out unless I say so, you cunt - Sorry Master. I hope you deem me worthy of your delicious pus He fell to his knees, and with beads of conversion sweat continuing to run down his face he opened his mouth wide, stuck his tongue out as instructed, looked up, and waited with eager obedience. Mike milked his perineum, and we all watched on as his thick yellow pus dropped onto the sweaty pups tongue and got smeared onto his chin. - Go on Lee mate, it's his turn to get a dose of my pus squirted up inside his pointless piss-slit. As Lee got to more pus squirting, Mike turned his attention back to the neg twink - 'Alan, give this cute neg boy his phone' .... 'Boy, Get your text message test results from yesterday and give me your phone to see for myself' He did as he was told. Mike read out the list of negative results; Gonorrhoea, HIV, Hep C, and Syphilis. He then got Doctor Lee to place the tin bath on my rubbered Mattress. - If you are ready little Faggot for all these results to all turn to positive, you will confirm your acceptance by stepping onto the rubber mattress, stand either side of the tin bath, place your hands against the wall, step back until you are at arms length from the wall, then push out that cute bubble cunt of yours. If you are not ready you will climb back into the cage. What would the neg twink decide -- Was he really ready? You think he should climb back into the cage?

Used to go jogging without a t shirt and without a jockstrap in these when I needed to pick up some hungry pig to breed. Worked every time haha I love my cock

Men are divided into two groups. Neg boys to be bred and AIDS riddled pigs. WHICH ONE ARE YOU?

I’m over them. I know this sounds completely out of date but I miss the days when we had to go out in order to hook up. You had to socialize - meet people and talk to them - before fucking. Now we have so much instantaneous anonymous communication and unlimited sexual options that we’ve created a crop of shallow, self-absorbed and antisocial guys who crave immediate gratification for themselves but demand pornstar looks and performance from everyone else. Swiping left or right is bullshit. Apps are just tools, not replacements for the real thing. Sex is still a contact sport and requires more than one player. Put down the phone, throw away the script, have fun and stop taking everything so seriously - that’s this pig’s opinion anyway...

i don't feel like having sex when i have the flu, how much more would i feel that way with AID's?

Also, I doubt people’s sex drive is fully up and running when they’re sick, as in having AIDS. Sex drive is probably the first thing to shut down when the body’s battling sickness. What kink is left in being poz then?

Fucking love this story!

As luck would have it - he wound up being my first fuck too, and he grinned at my approach like he had at Logan. Given the cum dripping from his hole at that point, I simply plowed in balls deep, which got me a loud "Fuck YEAH, Papa Bear!" followed by a near whispered "Pound my faggot fuckhole full of your toxic seed, Bubba; make me one of your cumdumps!" His southern accent wasn't strong (and I'm no expert so I couldn't tell exactly where from), but it was in line with his redneck look. As I started plowing, I responded "Hell yes, you bug chasin' otter-pig; you're gonna get my biggest charged load of the night, and the men who breed you after me will keep churning my poison in your guts!" Though he was obviously sloppier than when Logan had mounted him, I immediately saw what he'd meant about this hole; it was easy to ram in balls-deep, and it was clearly slick 'n sloppy with multiple hot loads now... but it still somehow felt tight, gripping my thick shaft almost like I do when I jerk off. I caught motion in my peripheral vision and glanced over to see Logan about to mount the wolf-pup; despite having already taken a number of loads, he yelped a loud "Ay, papi!" as Logan plowed in to the pubes; that at least answered the ethnic question. I reached forward to grab the chains at the head of the sling, and as I did the otter grinned again and said "You smell as good as that furry biker, Papa Bear!" He'd had his arms at his sides, but now raised them to put his hands over mine... and the powerful musk from those hairy pits of his hit me. "DAMN, pig - you're one to talk about US smellin' good!" "Takes one to know one, I guess." He quickly moved his hands when I let go of the chains; I dipped my hands into those rank pits, then brought them to my face and inhaled deeply as I rubbed the sweat into my beard. As I reached for a second dose, one palm trailed across his nipple on that side and while he didn't gasp or make any kind of visible display, I could feel his fuckhole clenching and twitching around my cock... and I knew what had to happen. I motioned to one of the attendants and asked him to adjust the musk-otter's jock; his cock had gotten hard from the fucking, but it was trapped in what had to be an uncomfortable bend - and while he hadn't complained, I planned to make him nut and I didn't want any unnecessary impediments. (To insure neither the bottoms nor the tops were stroking a bottom off, only the attendants were allowed to make such adjustments. I thought that was a little weird, but I understood the idea.) That done, I started humping him harder, which tended to make him bounce away from me ... until I latched onto his nipples with a firm grip. That DID make him gasp and his hole clench down on my cock with surprising ferocity; I rolled them between my forefinger and thumb, increasing the pressure until his expression said it was edging into uncomfortable, then backing off a bit. Being held in place by his nipples, my pounding sent shock waves through his body - and when I glanced down, his cock was absolutely rock hard (and significantly bigger than I'd figured) with precum freely drooling through the mesh pouch of his classic style sports jock. (Personally, I prefer jocks with a cotton pouch; they stink/stain up so much better - but that's me.) "Fuck-ing-HELL, Papa Bear! Are those your hands or fucking vice-grips?!" "They're my paws - and along with this big bear cock, I'm gonna make you nut for me, faggot!" (That word also made his hole go berzerk on my cock.) "Yeah, fuckhole - I love the way torquing your tits makes your hole try to suck the toxic seed out of me!" "Breed me, Poz Bear! Knock me up with your demon seed!" "Not 'til you nut for me, faggot!" It seemed clear to me he didn't want to cum yet - I figured like many men, once he'd shot his load his hole would become especially sensitive or maybe he'd lose interest in further fucking - but he was obviously chasing hard, and wouldn't want to pass up more potentially charged loads... and the Evil Bear in me wanted to make him have to work for those loads through whatever kind of challenge cumming early on would be for him. Working his nipples had clearly brought him to the edge along with my jackhammer pounding his ass, but I needed something else to push him over the edge. Our gazes were locked, and impulsively I hawked and spat square in his face. "AAAAAUUGH!!!!" he bellowed, as a huge shot of jism blasted out of his cock, hit the jock mesh and turned into a spray of droplets that landed from his eyebrows on down. A second, even bigger volley sprayed all over him and the scent of his cum in addition to the sight of those impressive loads pushed me over the line - and I roared, rammed in as deep as I could and pumped my lethal seed even deeper into his bug-hungry hole. As he felt my hot scum filling him, that reinforced his own orgasm and several more hefty shots of otter cum spattered across his beard and torso. In all, I planted about 5 doses of contaminated cum in him, which I made sure to distribute well in his gut with some final thrusts. I leaned forward and he and I swapped spit for a few moments, and then I turned my head away from the camera so I could whisper "You won't regret coming with the biker and me later", to which he responded "Got it!" I hauled myself back to my feet and winked at him as I tasted some of his cum that had transfered to my pelt when I was face to face with him. I pulled out of him with a bit of a pop that made him twitch, and as I moved to the exit he signaled the attendants for a 10 minute break, and water. As it happened, the guy who'd remarked on Logan "showing off" was next up and seemed annoyed that he was going to have to wait a bit for either the musk-otter to recover or another hole to open up; too bad for him, and I made a mental note to remark on his bad attitude to Nate. On the other end of the attitude spectrum was the blonde bear who'd had the rimming session with Logan; he was grinning at me and said "Awesome fuck, man - love how you made that pig cum all over himself. And damn if you don't smell as good as that other furry beast!" "He and I are good friends with similar tastes that way... and since you like it...." I interlaced my fingers and stretched up, presenting both of my dripping pits, and he went for 'em like a hungry dog after a bone... and his own bone was soon dripping hard as he beard-buffed my pits... and despite having just blown my load, he started me on my way to my next hardon. "I'd love to get my face in that hairy ass of yours!" he said when he came up for air. "I'd love that too - but how about we save that for a little later, when I might need help gettin' ready to breed whichever pig comes up third for me? Just watching you and Logan in your butt-munchin' 69 earlier got me hot - I can only imagine that actually getting this beard in my crack and your tongue in my hole - and mine in yours! - will have me ready to breed butt in short order!" "It's a plan, then. I can't tell you how hot it is for me that there are TWO really musky men on the team; it's uncommon to find guys who smell so good." "Oh, just wait for your turn with the dude I just fucked! He stinks as good as Logan or I; you'll love it!" He grinned, and I went on "But I have to ask - for someone who likes manstink, why don't you have much yourself?" He groaned. "It's my job - I work with a bunch of prissy types and they'd throw a fit; one guy who used to work there actually got complaints made about him to HR because he let slip that didn't wear deodorant! Not that he actually smelled - it was entirely in their minds. Fortunately, I'm at a somewhat higher level so they're reluctant to bitch if there's no actual issue... but I still have to be muskless for work. But even when I go camping, say, and don't bathe for a week or more - I still don't really stink the way I'd like. Guess it's like so many other things - big beards, hairy bodies, thick dicks - some guys get it, some don't." "True enough, I suppose. I'm lucky enough to be self-employed so I can stink as much as I like most of the time. I'd be happy to have you wallow in my stink whenever you like - and for that matter, I could lend you a really ripe t-shirt when you'll have a chance to wear it for a few days straight and see if maybe we can pump up your musk." "That would be great! Hey, I'm getting close to my next fuck; can I get another turn in those pits?" I just grinned and raised my arms again....

I'd had to park about a block from the party house and as I approached, a Lyft car dropped off Logan. "What timing, eh?" he grinned. His jeans did nothing to hide the fact he was running at least half hard - that, and the wet spot that had soaked through any underwear he had on to show clearly on the faded denim. I pointed it out and he said "Fuck, man - the way my dick drools I'm over being embarrassed about it. The one use I have for rubbers is if I'm going somewhere I really can't be showing a wet spot, I'll put one on to catch it. Going to a fuck party? Not even wearing underwear." As it turned out we were the first tops to arrive and the host - Nate - showed us to where we could strip down and get ready before heading into the "bullpen" while we waited for the rest of the guests to arrive and everything to get started. Some tops went in for fetishwear - leather, rubber or whatever, partly because Nate insisted all tattoos that suggested a poz man be covered - but Logan had decided to keep it simple: "My boots, fur and B.O. is all I'm gonna have on." I'd decided to do mostly the same - to show off my thick silver pelt - but I added a pair of raunchy boxers I liked to wear while fucking; I figured there'd be plenty of cum splashback after the pigs had been bred a few times and I liked the idea of having that added to my fuck shorts. Nate had set an early and narrow arrival window, to keep "gay time" from delaying the start of the party; anyone who was late simply didn't get in and if it was without a good (and verifiable) explanation they'd simply be dropped from consideration. That might seem a recipe for killing a gay party given how many gay men are, frankly, flakes - but the stories people told about his events kept the interest high. I did notice he tended to lean rather heavily on dependable regulars - like me - and people those regulars recommended - like Logan - for his tops. Still, it seemed to work. Nate tended to pick bottoms of a similar nature for a given party and had a knack for picking a slate of tops for them; fortunately for Logan, this party featured young men in the cub-to-otter range, all with facial hair and hairy-assed. Logan had been lucky; Nate had run into trouble getting commitments from enough tops - and I had a good track record for recommending reliable people, so he took a chance. Normally, he liked to have men attend one of his less structured bareback parties to see how they did before inviting them to a more focused breeding event. As other men drifted in, I explained to Logan that the only party our host threw that was more exclusive was one bottom and a bunch of tops; for that, the bottom had to commit to taking all the tops as long as there were any that still wanted to fuck. In this case, a bottom could "tap out" after taking a minimum number of loads based on the top/bottom ratio and after all the tops had gotten at least one turn with each pig. Short of that they could signal for a 10 minute break in between fucks - the only things they were permitted to do while getting fucked is ask for water, poppers or more lube; they had to take the fuck the way the top wanted to give it. Nate supervised their cleanouts, so it was very rare that the only other reason for a break - a cleanout failure - would be relevant. He also had a queuing system that he'd explained to me once - it was a little complicated but struck me as a fair way to manage this kind of party so the bottoms' holes stayed full and made sure each top had a chance at all the bottoms - and for that matter, maximized the bottoms' exposure to the poz breeders. To get around revealing who was gifting the virus, all the tops were told to talk as if they were poz. (While there was nothing to keep a top from hooking up with one of the bottoms after the party and revealing his status - at least DURING the party, the pigs wouldn't know who was delivering charged loads, so they'd have to work for all of them.) The tops' room had a monitor showing the three fuck positions (the bottoms could choose between a sling or a fuck bench; in this case, they'd all gone with slings) and the queue showing what top was up next - and would indicate if the first man had to be bypassed because the next bottom to be available was one he'd already bred. Once every top had bred every hole, it went to simple rotation and once enough tops had called it quits, the last few tops had free choice. I wondered if Logan would personally knock out any bottoms - by which I mean once the bottoms could call it a night, doing so right after he'd bred them. Nate had told me that the queue was randomly generated - but he reserved the right to make "adjustments"; I noticed that one way or another Logan was up first, which meant he got free choice of the three pigs; the second man could pick either of the remaining two, and the third man had to take the last available hole. The three little pigs were hot in different ways; all of them were wearing jockstraps, because this was entirely about their fuckholes, and a reminder to the tops that if the bottoms wanted to cum, they had to do it exclusively from getting plowed. One looked like a hairy, bearded frat boy jock type with medium brown fur on a reasonably athletic body and a slightly darker beard; good looking but kind of generic, in my view. Another was more defined and muscular - the kind I might call a "wolf-pup" and with darker skin (I couldn't make up my mind between middle-eastern and latino), a broad, bushy black moustache and heavy stubble with a dense black chest pelt. The last one - and the one I figured Logan would make a beeline for - was an inked-up, rednecky looking otter with a shaved head, a big bushy long goatee and really hairy pits and ass; not too much hair on his chest - just a "torso T", but I knew that thickly furred butt crack of his would get Logan's attention... and I was right. I was a little surprised that the hot wolf-pup was the last chosen, but then I recalled that the top second in line had a thing for college boys, so there you go. The otter got a big grin on his face when he saw the biker grizzly with dick drool streaming from his rock-hard cock stomping in his direction. The grin got even bigger and he gave a whoop as Logan rammed his dripping cock to the pubes in the otter's lubed up hole; his expression shifted to one of blissed-out pleasure as Logan started pounding. The otter's vocalizations became non-verbal grunts as his eyes glazed over, staring directly into Logan's eyes. Normally, with a half-day break Logan would fire his first load fairly quickly - but even his rapid-fire had been slowed a bit by the amount of fucking he'd been doing lately and it took him a good 15 minutes of pounding before his trouser snake filled the otter's hole with hot venom; both of the other tops in the first wave had already shot and been replaced, and one of the men in the waiting room muttered "Show-off!" when Logan finally lumbered out of the fuck space. I smirked internally - if he thought THAT was showing off, the guy was going to be amazed as the night went on. The rules forbade any sucking or fucking amongst the tops - but one of the men down the list (just above me) went over to Logan and told him how "fucking awesome" he smelled, and in very short order the two of them were in an energetic rimming 69, having agreed on a "back off" signal so neither would waste a load that belonged in one of the pigs. The man had a full, thick blond beard and seemed to be wallowing in soaking it with the sweat in Logan's hairy crack. They set off more interaction amongst the tops - nipple chewing, deep kissing, mutual stroking, etc. - centered on the men up next, so they could walk into the fuck room raging hard and ready to breed; the quicker those tops came, the sooner the ones still waiting would get some (or more) ass. After Logan's hole-munching 69 broke up, he came over and said "Don't know about the other two yet, but that otter's got an AMAZING hole; I'm looking forward to hearing what you think of him."

Oh Man How I love it!! and if there is a third one for my mouth wow!!

Like others here, depends on where I am. I don't think of it as "cruising" if I am at a bathhouse or ABS because I am simply naked and available. Cruising to me involves clothes and some seduction. I wear something with a loose waste and nothing underneath on the bottom and usually a tight and short T shirt on top (short so it doesn't hide any ass or get in the way of fucking). Loose wasted jeans or shorts because I like to be able to subtly slide my pants down and expose some ass crack as part of the seduction process. If I see a guy eyeing me, I'll find a way to get in front of him and work my waistline down just enough to show a small strip of ass that only someone looking for it would notice. One of the places I liked to cruise before I moved was a pedestrian bridge over a river at a park. It was long, so you could stand in the middle and look out over the water and easily see when someone was entering the bridge from either side. It was particularly cruisy at dusk when you couldn't see clearly what was going on unless you were actually on the middle of the bridge. I'd stand looking out at the water and when I saw a guy enter from either side of the bridge, I'd lower my pants just enough to expose a small amount of crack and bare ass. Love that sort of cat and mouse play. Many tops would act like they were just taking a walk, pause as they started past me, look, then slowly approach to make sure they were seeing what they thought they were. I'd have my hands in my pockets and let my jeans or shorts fall a little more and they would often step up behind, lower them the rest way, slide in and breed me right there on the bridge.