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Been awhile since my last post, work and school have had me stressed and booked but I finally got some free time this weekend. Drive up to the gloryhole booths in just some running shorts, a tank, and an all white jock. Got on my knees and waited for cocks to poke through. I sucked a few loads out of a few cocks and then my (w)horemones kicked in. I wanted loads in my ass. I stayed on my knees and sucked the next cock that came through. Pulled out the lube I brought (although I was prelubed.) and started massaging it on his cock, I continued to suck for another 2 minutes, and then I stood up, turned around and backed on to his dick. He pulled away, and offered a quick “married bro, only head. “ I went back to work on his cock. Knowing that I wanted him in my ass even more than before. He’s moaning pretty loud so I decided to try again. Back on my feet, I turn around, bend over, and slide his head in my hole. “I can’t man.” He says. I would’ve slid his head out of me but I could feel him slowly inching himself further down my hole. I push back. “She’s gonna smell sex on me. “ he says while still going deeper in my hole. I offer to clean him up afterwards, to which he says “that won’t work.” All still while fucking going deeper inside me hole. He starts thrusting in me, very very slowly. Moaning and groaning louder with each thrust. He’s still hesitating. But We both know I’m satisfying a need his wife isn’t. “You’ll clean my dick off after?” He asks. I reassure him. He starts fucking into me harder, I can tell he’s getting close. He tells me he’s about to pull out, being the little slut I am I beg him not to. He floods me with his cum. And then pulls out. His dick is still in the gloryhole. So I drop to my knees and clean him off like I said. He goes on his way when his dick is clean. We were the only two left in the book store. So I gave him a few minutes to get to his car and then I left. I texted a fuck buddy of mine and told him that I had a sloppy pussy. Those are his favorite. I get to his house and his roommate is there. He has me sneak around back, we finally make it to his room and he’s already in my hole. He’s fucking me hard and fast. It’s funny how guys kind of stop caring who hears once they get over it. He slams into my hole hard as his balls empty his seed inside me. His roommate heard it all, and comes to his room. Dick in hand, and replaces him. His roommate didn’t last long. But nonetheless I got another load. I decide to drive back home, and another fuck buddy from a different town invites me over. I warn him that I’m full of cum but down to take his load as well and he doesn’t care. I drive the extra hour to his house and I’m greeted with a long hug and deep kiss. Before I know it, his dick is in my hand and our clothes are off. He hikes my legs over my shoulders, and starts in on my hole. He fucks me hard and deep for about an hour. I came all over my stomach. He took my cum puddle and transferred it onto his dick and plundged back in. My hole is making that wet squishy sound that all good pussies make, and a puddle of stranger loads is soaking his sheets. He tells me that I’m a whore, and then he moans loud and hard. “Fuck. I just came in you. “ “thank you. “ I said. And then I was dressed and out of his hair.

I left a couple of hours later, spunk drying on face arse and thighs, and stinking of their sweat and cigarette smoke. I was literally dripping cum into my underpants and didn't want to go home in this state, but the sauna would be closed by now. It was dark, but the night was warm. I decided to head down to the beach and find a place to rest, then I'd call home later and say I'd been to a club. I followed the road down to the beach, crossed the promenade and dropped down onto the pebbles. Behind me was a dark space beneath the promenade where the concrete had eroded. It was quite narrow and low, but I decided it would be a good place to hangout until daylight. As I bent and crawled inside I first smelled body odour, then heard someone give a hacking cough. It was obviously already occupied and by several men by the sound of things. "'ere! watch out mate!" Said a voice, followed by a cough and a spitting sound. "s..s..sorry." I said, starting to back out, " I..i was just looking for a place to rest." At the sound of my young voice, I heard someone chuckle in the dark, and boney fingers grabbed my arm and pulled me into the dark. "well now, " said another voice. "I guess we've always got room for a lad...providing he's friendly like." I was pulled slowly into the small dark space beneath the promenade like a fly in a web. Once inside, it was completely black and I could feel warm bodes and foul breath around me. "Get your panties off, then." Said the rough voice. "Wh..what?" I gasped, but a hand clutched my throat and a voice whispered. " I said, get those panties off. You're gonna get that sweet bum fucked. You didn't think we let you in out of the goodness of our hearts did you?" He squeezed again and I gasped and undid my belt and fly. I pushed trousers and pants down and felt the cool sand against my belly. Above me, I heard footsteps and the sound of council workers emptying bins, but I couldn't make a sound. There was an overpowering smell of unwashed body as a man got on my back. I squealed through the boney fingers as I felt a large, slimey cock slide between the cheeks of my arse, seeking my hole. Suddenly, he found my slit which was still wet with spunk, and he drove down and into my rectum. I gasped as the heavy cock began to thrust and tried not to breathe the stink from his body as he buggered me whilst only feet away I heard the workers laughing and joking. If only they knew I was being knocked up just below them. The man in me growled and bit my ear. "Pig!" He hissed. "Dirty little sow. Love my dirty old cock, don't cha?" I could only groan with pleasure as another man slithered round in the small space. His smelly trousers were open and he forced his cock into my mouth. It was wet and covered with fleshy bumps which I realised must be warts, and the head tasted slightly metallic and I found my tongue touching what felt like a sore on the tip which explained the wetness. I tried to pull away but there was no room and I was pinned to the sand by the man jerking on top of me. I was forced to suck the diseased cock until the man in me jerked and grunted as he spurted probably diseased cum up my arse. "Get off him, then! Let's have a go!" The man got off me, his cock sliding out with a wet farting noise. I tried to crawl out, but strong hands pulled me back. "No you don't! You got to pay the rent!" I heard laughter and realised there were several men in that small space. The man who's cock I had been sucking was waiting for me. He pulled me onto my side as someone pulled my legs up to my chest and then I felt his warty cock slide up me from behind as his hand snaked over my thigh and began to jack my cock. "Who want's a nice fresh cock, then?" He whispered. I heard rustling as clothing was removed, and suddenly a cold, flabby backside pushed backwards into my belly. Between the cold cheeks, the cleft was hot and greasy and I was helpless as the man fucking me squeezed my cock and got it into position. The cold backside pushed back, and suddenly I felt my cock sliding into a delicious, grainy, wet heat as I was deep in a man for the first time. I gasped as the filthy old arsehole moved up and down my cock, my body sandwiched between the tramps, and as the man in me began to cum, I felt my balls tighten and then I came too, shooting my sperm into that filthy hole like a pig, and sobbing with the shame and excitement...

I live in London, don’t know the stats, but I was neg and went chasing for just under 4 months, never refused a load, went to saunas, chill outs, hook ups, Hampstead Heath, even one at work turned into a proper BBttm slut. Yesterday I was diagnosed HIV+ with a viral load over a million. I’d say if you wanted HIV just what I did and take all loads raw and enjoy it

[Moderator's Note: This is an updated/improved version of a post which has now been deleted.] "You drive," he said as the three of us went through the turnstile at the exit of the bookstore. Again, it wasn't a question. "OK. Over here," I said, pointing to my car. I unlocked the doors and climbed in the driver's seat. "Preston and Broadway, right?" "No, drive us to 39th and Cecil," he said. "We got business to do first." I had no ideas where Cecil Street was, so I headed down Main toward 39th street. The deepest, darkest part of West End Louisville. Muhammad Ali, Quincy Jones, Malcolm X had all lived in the area at one time or another. As we passed 10th, the rows of housing projects started. At 17th, I started noticing lots of people in the streets, like we were in a public park. By 25th, the hookers were put. As we neared 39th, I noticed quite a few black boys and men in streets or on the porches passing cigarettes, joints, or pipes back and forth. My big daddy guided me to a tall, three story behemoth of a structure that at one time must have been a mansion. Today, it was boarded up, caked with dirt and dust, and looked like it could fall down at any second. It was also loaded with people, who were spilling out the doors, sitting in windows, or strewn on the lawn in various stages of intoxication. They were brazen with either open drug use, fighting, or public sex, and no cops were in sight. They knew better. This area was lost and there was no getting it back. The new Wild West - no police, no authority, and no rules beyond those of the street. I would get to know this house very well over the next ten months. For tonight though, I was concerned. Ok, not concerned - I was scared shitless. "Park over there," he ordered, pointing about a half block down the street. "There's room over there," I said, pointing to an area near the front of the house. "Bitch, I said to park over there!" he said firmly as he grabbed my forearm and squeezed hard, "Damn.... damn! OK," I said as I glided the car to a stop alongside the curb. "Come on," he said. I followed the two men toward the building, and it felt like I was walking with Moses as we got closer. Anyone on the sidewalk stepped off it and out of our way when we got within ten feet or so. They all stopped talking and and few of them stared at us, but most of them just looked away as we passed. We got to the front door and a very pretty black girl in a bikini greeted us. "Well, holy shit, look who it is." She knew him. And apparently hated him deeply - her voice was a mixture of mockery anddisgust. "And with an entourage, too," she said. She looked me squarely in the eye and turned up her lip. "This your new pussy?" She asked. "Shut the fuck up, Sis, and tell Ken I'm back. And I want a brick." "A brick, damn!" She never took her eyes off of me. "You in trouble, sweetie," she said. "You in it deep!" She turned and went inside. "Follow her," he said as we entered the house. The interior was as unappealing as the exterior, but the dozens of people inside didn't seem to notice. Most were either dead asleep, smoking something, or shooting up. The others were engaged in some sort of sexplay in various combinations and numbers. I was thinking about the syringe again as I wastched a young, naked muscular black boy shooting up while an older white woman sucked his long, flaccid cock. Was it the sex going on making me so hard, or the thought of getting high again? The girl ducked into a room and within a minute came out with a paper grocery bag. We followed her into another room where she locked the door and dumped out the contents of the Kroger bag onto the room's only furniture - a twin bed. He made a low whistle as he sorted through it all. I saw something square wrapped in aluminum foil, glass pipes of various sizes and shapes, a cheap looking spoon (all bent up and burned), a few bags of white or ivory colored powder, a few lighters, and best of all, about a dozen syringes. He opened the aluminum foil and stuck hs ginger in. He licked it off. "Nice. Strong junk," he said to his sister. "Only the best for you," she said sexily as she moved closer to him. She put her hand on his thigh and moved it up toward his crotch. "I'm gonna fix you, don't worry," he said, annoyed. "But I ain't gonna fuck you anymore." "Faggot," she said angrily. Like a flash of lightning, his hand shot out and he hit her right on her temple. "Whore," he said as she crumpled down to the floor. "Junkie." With watery eyes, she said, "Thanks to you, fucker, brother." He wasn't listening. He had turned his attention to the assortment of supplies and handed me a glass pipe with a large chamber at the top, filled...no, stuffed...with white powder. "Smoke it," he said. I put the pipe to my lips as he flicked the lighter. A plume of smoke came out of the top. "Now, draw," he said. I could see the inside of the glass pipe turn white. I sucked on it, blew out a white cloud, and repeated. He handed me the lighter as he turned back to the bed. I don't recall how much time I spent smoking, but as I was watching his sister dreamily rubbing her arm as he removed a syringe, the guy who was with us took the pipe from me and told daddy, "Dragin's out." I was high - beyond it, actually, and Horner than I had ever been. "Whaaaa...I whaannnnaaa get fucked," I slurred. I don't know what came over me, but I crawled toward his sister, climbed on top and slid my cock into her hole as she pushed her tongue is n my mouth. An second or an hour later, I felt my daddy's huge cock pushing into me and then pounding my ass, hard, I forgot all about the girl under me, and concentrated on that hard, huge pole fucking me. And fucking me, And fucking me, And then, a blinding white flash, a huge surge of energy, and every cell in of my body was wrapped in the largest, most blinding, mind-numbing orgasm I gad ever experienced in my nineteen years. I was cumming from my hole and it stretched my being as it shot outward to my extremities. My hole pulsed and spammed, my clock was shooting, and my body was shaking, and the I heard him moan, and as he came in me, he kept pumping hard, gard, harder. Bye was chanting, " Ooh baby....yeah...filling you......giving you my poison...knocking you up, bitch....fuck yeah." And that's the last thing I recall before waking up on my stomach with someone fucking my ass. I tried to turn to see who it was, but my head was smashed onto the floor and held there. All I could see was a dark Palm and a long, thick black dinger as my head was held against the floor. I couldn't move. I didn't want to, really. The fucking increased in speed and intensity, but I was feeling no pain at all. I was floating, delicious waves of warmth enveloping me like a hug, and I started fucking back at the cock entering me. "Yeah, bitch," the man said over and over until he grunted. "I'm cumming in you, bitch," he said. "Awwwwwr," he grunted, as he pushed in hard and started cumming. "Yeah," he whispered, "I'm filling you up, baby. Marking you....fuck, you a good whore. Worth every penny....." he throbbed in me, depositing his load in me until he relaxed. The hand left my head and I felt his breath as he whispered in my ear, "Your pussy got filled up wit my babies," and he withdrew as I laid there, motionless, but my head rolling like I was on a river. I was hornier than ever. I needed fucked, and I knew that I wouldn't be leaving this room anytime soon.

Part 1 It started as a normal day- I was hornier than usual but had work all day. I got into my office, my co-worker was out which means it was just me doing administrative work all day. I worked quickly through the morning, bored and alone. My horny mind started to take over and I found myself logging on to Grindr. A few of the usual guys in the area messaged me. Vanilla and boring, nothing of note. A bit about me- I was 30 at the time with classic boy next door looks and personality. Slim with brown hair and eyes, a seven inch cock and I'm 5'11". To all who knew me I was a hard-working guy who was going on wholesome dates. Behind closed doors, I was all about cock. hooking up whenever I could- I had started partying three years earlier and loved to get cloudy, however I hadn't partied in few months and it wasn't much on my mind. However... A new face popped up in the Grindr feed. He was hot. He had brown hair and an intense look about him. his body was amazing, not too muscular but definitely worked out. I was intrigued. His profile mentioned getting wild and I knew I had to message him. He responded immediately and we were back and forth for awhile. I learned he was on his way to a city an hour away to have a wild weekend with a buddy. I asked him what "wild" meant to him. and he said he was going to part and fuck all weekend long. I instantly felt my cock harden under my desk. "Fuck" I replied "I wish I could join you but I have work". I sent him more pics of me and he then said how much he wanted me. He asked if I slammed. I said "No, just smoking... but have recently started watching slam vids- It intrigues me but I don't think I would." He told me he would love to meet up with me and asked if i could host. I told him I can host but have to work- he asked where I work and I told him. He got quiet for a bit and I thought I'd lost him. I got back to work for a few minutes and then right before lunch got a new message from him: "Hey- I'm in the parking lot, come out and say hi" I was surprised to say the least- I hadn't invited him to come here, hadn't even given him the address, he must have figured it out from me telling him where. I couldn't leave work but it was time for my lunch break- I could go say hi. He was going to his friends, maybe if we had a spark we could meet up another time. So I nervously went out to the parking lot to meet him. I got in his car and he drove to a far shaded corner of the lot. He was even hotter in person- I wanted him. I told hime I only had a few minutes- and he said how hot he thought I was, how he wanted me to take him to my house and have a weekend of fun with him. I reminded him I had work till 5 and asked about his plans. "honestly, my bud will understand if i can't make it, I want you bad. we can party all weekend- I have supplies." He said as he pulled out a baggie of T. He pulled me to him an started to make out with me. his kiss was so intense, so powerful. I was under his thrall. He brought a finger to my mouth and had me suck it. then went back to kissing me. Next, his fingers were reaching down my pants and arriving at my hole. He pushed in, my muscle giving way to the intrusion. as he fingered me I started to feel a burning sensation and realized the finger i sucked had been dipped into the baggie. I started to moan as the T settled into my hole. I pushed him off me telling him "This feels amazing- but I have to get back to work." He said "okay- but i'm gonna wait in the parking lot for 15 minutes in case you change you mind. I reminded myself to get a grip and get back to work. I pulled myself from the car and headed back into the office. as i got back to my desk the T was making me hornier and hornier. I tried to turn my attention to work but couldn't and I went to the bathrooms where i pulled down my pants and breifs, looking at myself in the mirror as i jerked my cock and started to feel my hole. after a minute of this i knew what i must do. I pulled my self together and went back to my desk. Heart beating fast I picked up the office phone and called my boss. "Henry, I'm not feeling well at all- I'm gonna take off and get home" he was very understanding as I was never one to call out. Once off the phone, I opened grindr and sent my new friend a message: "I'm so horny now, that T felt so good- I just called out the rest of the day- Take me home, please. I want this" End of part 1

Part 2 I got in my car, drove home with nerves and excitement. I met him at my front door and showed him in. All was quiet in the apartment and my room mate would be gone until 7:00p- a full day ahead of us. I led him upstairs and into my tidy and neatly kept bedroom. I was nervous, my social anxiety flaring never quite knowing what to do in the moments before we got naked. He told me about his work and what he's been up to as he loaded a pipe. We smoked and I felt the loosening of my anxieties and fears. I started talking too. He shotgunned me a few times. Getting me higher with each. He was gorgeous and becoming moreso by the second. I was starting to feel myself getting hornier. He had taken off his shirt, I followed suit. "So you've been watching slam videos? Why is it something you would never do?" "I don't know- It's really hot to watch but I've always rationalized my T use. Smoking is ok, but if I slam I might get addicted" "I see. The rush is incredible. You've never felt anything like it." "The videos are so hot- I..." He cut me off, saying: "You know, I have supplies with me. If you were interested. We have all day, you're safe at home and I am an expert admin" And then he kissed me. The kind of kiss that would put me off kilter even if I was stone cold sober. "I promise, I'll take care of you. I'll make you feel good, baby. I see something in you- you want to let go of you inhibitions. This will help." The world seemed to freeze as the quite moments of consideration passed. "Okay" I said softly. With that he set to work getting our points ready. "This is .2" he said. "It'll be a great first time for you and if you want more after- we can arrange it" "This should be fine- I can't imagine I'll do more than just that one". His lips quirked, a hint of not believing me. He tied off my arm He brought the needly to the crook of my elbow and inserted. I was transfixed- I thought it might hurt, thought i might need to look away. Neither happened. I watched as it registered, my blood filling the clear liquid in the point. And then he pushed the contents into my vein.... End of Part 2

ATM is showing respect to the Top who just fuck you and just gave you his precious load. If you are in a group and others see you do this they know you are worth fucking.

I did several professional videos around the post Y2K period for houses such as T.I.M., Club Inferno, Hot House, etc. That's me doing the Top thing.

Moderator's Note: I was unable to fix the post @hamser made above. Here is a repost of the invisible portion. John knew how to follow the rules. Not by the bdsm obedience kind. But the one with the smile of easiness and the feeling of ‘yes, OK I can do it’. He was ready. The moment he stepped into the car I could smell the soap and the smooth lemon shampoo on his hair. I liked it. While I was driving I explained him the set up. Since he had agreed the ‘no buts no ifs’ deal I had to keep my side of the bargain. The ‘no secret agenda’ part. I told him about Mattias and his apartment. That when we ‘ll enter the loft there will be a glass on the front table. He will have to drink the cocktail and then he’ll go to the bathroom to fresh up. I asked him if he wants to be blindfolded. I have to admit that he surprised me by answering me that he preferred not. The trust issues were still there I guess. During the week till his birthday we had to work on that more. Some scars from his own jungle seem to be deeper than I thought. That’s OK. We all need our own time to heal the pain, the loneliness, and the need of self destruction that a cumdump like him - or me- carries. No matter how many smiles… No matter of how self confident we look when we drive our car down the streets of the city, or programming set- ups of gang bangs like the one I have organized for him… still… deep inside, we all are lonely creatures… trying to reach out for deeper understanding… I guess Kate Bush long ago had made a song about this deeper understanding thing. I am not sure if he knows who Kate Bush is. I guess in the soundtrack of the ‘jungle’ Kate Bush’s songs are not included. I put again my father figure mask saying that not him having a blindfold is not a problem, as long as he would put a kind if restrain like the horses do in the races so he won’t look back who is fucking him… “Instead”, I made it easier to him. “You can focus easier to the porn that will be playing in front of you in one of the huge TV sets our host is providing…”. I told him few things about Mattias and his ability to register the points. You have every right to know a thing or two, about the man who will have access to your veins... My father figure trusting voice was doing the work well. He seemed relaxed. In andrelanine of course but still not alarmed. The same mask of ‘yes, OK I can do it’… but with a touch of glow in the deep of the eyes. I explained that there will be a few men coming to the party. All escorts and all bare. “ Some will stay just for a quickie some will stay maybe longer. Some will take chems some might not. But kiddo you will definitely be the center of attention. Its up to the guys if they want to be introduced to you after the fuck or if they want to remain anonymous. I do not share info about their work their profile names or their telephones. I share the loads and that’s it. “No. You don’t have to worry about the cash… I am taking care of this”… I showed him the envelope but I didn’t tell him how many banknotes are in it. He didn’t ask either. What he asked was this: “Why do you do it?“ It was time. It took him more than few months of brief encounters and a night of sharing the sleep to ask his first ever serious question. Until now what ever talk we did, didn’t really include questions. Or at least questions that their answers matter. The ‘no buts and no ifs’ part of the deal, demanded the ‘no secret agendas’ part… Again… Fair enough. We were already there. I could see Mattias building. Downtown is empty at this time of hour. But I couldn’t trust my car at the side of the road. Not in that neighbourhood. When the evening falls and the offices close, the mood of the area changes. It is like if a black veil of sin covers the atmosphere. A smell of urine combined with cheap perfume of junkie whores. Pimps and heroin dealers. No safety net. And not nice to drive a fancy car or carry envelopes with banknotes. Mattias has given me the code for his private own parking lot. I park next to our hosts’ car. But I don’t get out. I turn of the engine and I stay a bit silent. “Why I do this… You see Stephan, I call you Stephan because it is time for truths and Stephan I will tell you the truth at least as far as I can understand my own motivations…. … “In this life we lead, the world with cumdumps, toxic bare loads and chemsex, it is not easy to connect. Not easy to trust. Not easy to stay sober. … “I call it ‘ jungle’… There is no mercy if you show weakness... Big beast eats little beast… There is no tomorrow if you start losing your self. It took me some time to understand what kind of river I chose to cross. And even if I always thought my self as a pretty good swimmer, there were times I felt I was ready to drown by tsunami waves. It is pure luck I just didn’t. But I could. … “You see my friend… the most difficult in this jungle or this wild river, is not the cock, or the sperm, or the chems. The most difficult part is to connect. We avoid to connect. We avoid to be human. Taking the position of exposing the hole as you and I prefer, deep inside we do just that: … “ We disconnect with our humanity… … “At first sight it looks that we are weak. We are holes… useless cunts… We become vulnerable taking random cocks thinking that it is our way to survive in this jungle… “…but weak… sorry, we are not... …. “Some we will survive some we won’t. We play with fate. And the odds are against us. But we still continue playing this losing game. Love is a losing game. How true indeed. Good entry choice for the Dutch in Eurovision by the way… “ He smiled at my last comment. Good. A true queer knows about Eurovision issues. I smiled back. I don’t want him to get too serious and spoil his mood for fun. But I owed him an answer. “And now we are back to your question. ‘Why I do this’… … “I do this because you look like me… few years ago… of course you are better looking than I ever was, definitely more nicer, and for sure friendlier than I will ever become. You are even smart enough to protect your space, and still remain goofy and a bit romantic since you ask strangers to share your sleep and help you fullfill your fantasies…. … “But weak? No, you ain’t... … “I am a bottom. Not a top. I know how you think. I know how your thoughts operate. I used to be like you. In a way, its thrilling for me to share a journey with another cumdump. Cumdumps can be ignorant and possessive. Believe me I’ve been in the jungle way longer than you… “… So my Stephan… I consider you as a challenge. My own tribute to the paths of your destruction. Or salvation… that is up to you… “… Today it is a test. The inviroment of Mattias is one of the safest you will ever encounter. You will deal with professionals. And the chems and the slams that you will be given are going to be first quality…. … “But it won’t be like this next Saturday. It will be darker and seedier and more dangerous… … “I like you. I wish someone like me would come and do the same thing years ago. It would save me from some serious problems. It would put things maybe in another prospective. And maybe change my path of life. But no one did. Or if he did I wasn’t paying attention and I let him go. C'est la vie.. . … “So it is to time for redemption, my friend John… from now on you are not Stephan… ll’ be back to JOHN. So John… … “I do this not because of you. But because of me. It is all about me…” I said and got off the car. He followed. We walked towards the elevator in silence. I called Mattias on his cell. “We are here… “ I said. I opened the door for the elevator. I let him in first. He seemed a bit confused. But the smile was there… “You are good. What’s your job, you said? “ he said with confidence. Back to his old self… I smiled back knowing that my smile has no sweetness or easiness like his. But from time to time it seems to do his job just fine. “I am just a cumdump kiddo… an old beast who knows how to survive in the jungle… “ I answered… And I pushed the button for the top floor. The button had the letter M. “M” I heard John saying. “Like the Fritz Lang’s film… Yes it’s going to be fun… “ I let his comment flow in silence. I made no comment… but deep inside my mask of indeference I smiled…. Damn, that’s why I love the jungle. And its beasts….

(This is actually a true story. It was 1983, and I was an introverted, sky, skinny kid from the East End of Louisville, the 'burbs back then. I was deeply closeted and naive, and ready to be taken advantage of. This incident began a 10 month journey into sex and hard drugs that ended with me, a gay kid from the burbs, learning how to take cock, deep throat and yes, fuck pussy to the point where I got a black junkie pregnant. It was the best summer of my life, and brought me a wonderful daughter that I never thou a guy like me could ever have.) --------------------------------------------- I was barely nineteen and had been fucked only once, by a white guy who was 30. I met him in at Blue Movies in downtown Louisville, and we went back to his place, smoked a J and he topped me. He was so small i didn't even know he had cum until he went soft. So this is what I had fantasized about ever since I saw Freddie Mercury eating grapes on the back cover of the first Queen album? It wasn't anything like I had read in "First Hand" or "Inches," my favorite wack-mags. I was sorely disappointed and wondered if I was straight after all. A few weeks later I was back in the bookstore looking to do it again, and hopefully have a better experience. I had tried dating girls over the past few weeks, which made my dad very,very happy. He loaned me his sports car, gave me a wad of cash and beamed as I drove off, conflicted. A few dates, and I could not bring myself to even kiss one of them. Was I just shy, or really a fag? I didn't know. But I knew I was horny and that is what took me to the bookstore that night. In the arcade section, I saw a big black daddy, maybe 6-2 and in good shape. He must have been pushing fifty, and I was instantly attracted to this dangerous-looking giant man. I grew up in a typical upper-middle class family, went to St. X high school, and hid the fact that I was a fag from everyone except the guys who sucked me off at the bookstores. Looking back, i know my parents knew. But what made them think that talking about how "sick" it was to be gay would somehow turn me straight, instead of just make me feel unworthy and unloved and alone? He was standing outside a booth rubbing his cock through his checked polyester pants. I could just stare. He kept rubbing, and I could see his cock grow even bigger. I was mesmerized and walked toward him. I planned to go into the booth, leave the door unlocked, and wait for him to come in. Then I was going to suck my first dick. I had it all panned, but as I went to open the door, he grabbed my hand and looked down at me and said, "You think you can handle this, boy?" I said,"I don't know. I've only been fucked once." His eyes bugged a little and he said, "I live down the street, let's go." I followed him outside and walked about 12 blocks without either of us saying a word. I was getting scared. "I thought you said you lived down the street." He stopped and put his hand on my ass. "We're walking down the street, aint we?" He said, rubbing my ass and turning me on. Here I was a skinny 19 year old white kid from a good home, getting felt up at 10PM on a public street in downtown Louisville. He nodded toward the projects. "Just over there," he said. I followed him to the entrance to his place, and walked up three steps to his front door. He opened the door and we went inside. He closed the door and locked it. Now I was really scared, and my dick shrunk quickly. I looked around. The inside was one room, with a small kitchen, and a door to what was probably a bathroom. I looked at everything, planning a way to escape. It was remarkably clean, and empty except for a tv, a mattress, a lamp, and some boxes in the corner. At this point, i was scared shitless and started to try to talk my way out of it. He came over and grabbed my ass, hard. "You're not going anywhere, baby. And you're going to love this. Get them clothes off." He released my ass and I just stood there, panicked. He walked a few steps, stopped, and with his back to me, slowly, sexily, pulled his t-shirt over his head. Oh. My. God. The sexiest, darkest back I had ever seen. My cock started hardening again. He twirled his t-shirt slowly, almost like a stripper and turned around and revealed a nice, but not chiseled chest, with a few tattoos and long, dark nipples. I stared at those long nipples, and as I was standing there in a daze, he unbuttoned his pants, unzipped, and they dropped to the floor. No underwear, just a huge cock, hanging there half hard. He turned back toward the boxes again, but stopped and turned to look at me, and as he was staring at me, his cock started getting harder and harder until it was huge and standing straight out, "See how hard you got me?" He said. "So are you gonna get naked now?" It wasn't a question. I pulled my Polo t-shirt off and kicked off my topsiders. He smiled, turned and started rummaging through a shoebox. I took off the rest of my clothes and stood there, cock hard as a rock. He turned around and had a syringe, a little foil, a lighter, a spoon, and a little baggie. "You're gonna love this shit," he said. I had only smoked weed, and just that one time. But my dick was thinking for me, and I stood there and held out my arm as he tied a shoelace around my arm. He said, "Sit down or you are gonna fall down." I sat on the mattress and he busied himself with his spoon. He after a few minutes, he put the syringe into the spoon and pulled the plunger. There was a cloudy liquid in the chamber. I held out my arm, and watched him inject me. I felt a little woozy at first, but when he took the shoelace off, the entire room suddenly started spinning and I felt the most beautiful, peaceful feeling was over me. Every muscle in my body relaxed, and I swore that I could feel my soul moving around inside my body. I even felt the space between my ribs, felt them expand and contract as I breathed. "Wow," was all I could say. "wow." "You gonna learn to love my speedballs, boy, and come back for them all the time." "Whaaa," I slurred. Why can't I talk, I thought. "Yeah," he said as he moved even closer to me. "You're fucked now." I felt him pushing me backwards on the bed and pulling my legs apart. I had no muscle control. i felt completely asleep - heavy muscles, no feeling at all, anywhere, but also feeling everything at a deeper level than ever before. I saw his cock pointing at my hole, and I just moaned,"Fuuuuuck meeeee" as his face inched closer and closer to mine until it completely filled my entire line of vision.....

....and we all know that when he says "Oh, fuuuuuck!" as he enters you, he's not gonna last long!

We spent the next hour drinking beer, smoking a little weed and making out. I hit my limit and smiled back at him “Time for me to get some sleep. You want the couch or sleep in the bed with me?” I asked. “What do you think?” Louis said with a smile. I got up and went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I walked into the bedroom and Louis was already laying in my bed, right in the center. I raised my eyebrows at him as I pulled off my jockstrap and tossed it on top of my jeans and shirt. I walked to the far side of the bed and climbed in, pushing Louis a little to the other side to get enough room. “Do you always sleep in the nude or just when someone’s here?” Louis asked before he pulled his trunks off and tossed them over by my jeans. “Always. I like to be naked as much as I can” I replied. He nuzzled in and put his head on my chest, throwing his arm across me and was asleep in a minute or two. I wasn’t too far behind. I woke the next morning to the feeling of Louis nursing on my left nipple. He would suck a little and then play with the barbell piercing with his tongue a little and back to sucking on it. My cock was hard and when Louis realized I was awake he looked up and grinned before giving his attention to my nipple again. His hand came up and started to stroke my dick and it felt good. I like to compare how guys stroke cocks. Everyone seems to have a slightly different technique and Louis did too. His grip was three fingers on top with his thumb and pinky on the bottom. The pressure was gentle and the speed was a little slower than I usually use. His forefinger kept rubbing just up to the lip of my cock head before he stroked back down. It was sending shivers down my spine each time. He pulled his lips off my nipple and rubbed his face down my body until his outstretched tongue was lapping at the cock piercing. This time of morning, the piercing didn’t rotate easily in my cock so he could squeeze his tongue through the balls on the end of the horseshoe. His tongue played with the piercing for a few minutes and then he opened his mouth and took in my cock. I felt the piercing tap a few molars and he tried to take me deeper, but his gag reflex was strong and quick. I chuckled as he tried again. Most inexperienced cocksuckers won’t even attempt to suck a cock with a large piercing in it, but Louis seemed determined to try. After a half dozen attempts I told him to try licking down the sides of the shaft. This worked much better and when he moved around to lick on the bottom of my cock I reached down and unscrewed one ball of the piercing. He stopped and watched as I rubbed his spit on the steel ring and then spun it around and off, putting the ball back on and placing the piercing on the bedstand. He resumed licking and then crawled over and between my legs. He looked up and licked from my balls up the shaft. He swallowed the tip and started to bob on my cock with short strokes. He didn’t seem to get any more than two inches into his mouth but the attention to my cockhead was driving me wild. He pulled off and looked up at me and said “Sorry, I’m not very good at this. Not anything like you did to me yesterday.” I laughed and said “It just takes practice and I’ve had a lot of it.” We spent the next forty five minutes with him sucking and me giving him suggestions. He almost made it all the way down but he kept gagging with the last inch and a half to go. He did damn well for what I figured was is first time sucking a guy’s cock. When he leaned up, gasping for air, I climbed off the bed and stood next to it. “Come here” I said invitingly. He crawled off the bed and kneeled in front of me looking like an eager pup. I looked down at him and my mind filled with things I wanted to do with him like this. I didn’t want to scare him though, so instead of a little Dom/sub play I calmly said “open your mouth.” I rubbed the tip of my cock over his lips and then pushed it into his open orifice. My hands gently wrapped around his head and I began the gentlest face fuck of my life. It took several strokes but Louis started to flick his tongue around my cock as I thrust in and out. I went a little deeper and felt my cock start to bump into his throat. He seemed to be ok with this so I tried a little deeper. I felt a little resistance and slowed down even more. “Breathe deep and relax” I said in a soothing tone. On his third inhale, I pushed in slow and steady and finally had my balls on his chin. I held it there for only a few seconds and pulled back out. He gasped for air as soon as he could and then looked up at me. “Aaahh, yeah. That’s how a good cocksucker does it” I said. Before I could do or say anything else, he swallowed my cock and started to suck like crazy. He could get three quarters of my cock in with no problem so that’s how far he would go. Fast then slow and back to fast. He paused and then took a big gulp of air and slowly pushed down all the way. I counted to seven and he pulled off quickly, gasping for air with spit dripping off his beard and my cock. He went back to bobbing for a few minutes and then deepthroated me again. He made it to a nine count before his throat spasmed around my cock and then he pulled off a second later. He looked up at me looking for my approval. I had a huge shit-eating grin on my face. I loved how he looked with all that spit coating and dripping off his beard. He looked down and inhaled my cock, sucking with a lot more vigor than before. It seemed frantic and I knew he was trying to get me off. It was working too because I could feel my balls begin to churn and my cock got even thicker. I grabbed his head and slowed him down and right as the cum started to rise, I stopped thrusting and held his head still. The helmet of my cock was just inside his lips and the spurts showered his mouth with my cum load. I could feel him try to swallow but after four shots, he pulled off. The next spurt hit his cheek and the one after that hit his mustache and nose before they dripped down into his beard and mouth. He waited like that for a few moments and then looked up at me to see if I was satisfied. He looked so hot like that, on his knees with cum on his face. I wished I had my phone to take a picture of it. Louis stuck his tongue out and licked the cum off from around his mouth and I leaned down to lick the rest off his beard and cheek. I pulled him to the bed and we laid there, kissing and swapping my cum back and forth.

It really depends on the top. I've had all the above and then some. I've had tops that I didn't know had cum until they pulled out.

I love ATM, no matter the situation I’d happily take a cock in my mouth after it was in me or any other hole with my partner I nurse his cock after he bred me in a group fun I encourage the tops to head over to let me clean their cock after it was in my pussy, tasting my sweet ass juices and cum mixed from all the tops that deposited in me the kinkiest time was in the FSM (I went as a white hood mare) my partner was there as a stallion and at some point of the evening he got me off the sling and positioned me on my knees in the center of the fuck area and I just sucked any cock offered to me, regardless of the hole it was in or if it had a condom before oink!

3 slams, hot! Now I need recharging

And even less of a point to be rude. Also your punctuation is less than perfect so get off your high horse.

After over a month of not bottoming due to an STD and waiting to ensure everything was back to normal, my boyfriend fucked and bred me twice on Sunday morning. Relatively short fucks, but that was ok since I had tightened up after holding off so long and wasn't ready for a long session (that probably helped him too lol). It's been even longer since I bred a guy, though. Boyfriend is all top and has gotten some side action down in Indy where he works...so I told him I may need to go down there sometime soon and have some playtime of my own. ?

There are SO MANY. But at the top of my head, Sonny B Williams. I want to be his bitch to rough fuck and destroy on a daily basis.

Chapter III. The guy who had just bred me backed off and I headed towards the sauna area at the back of the building. There was an open glass block gang shower across the hallway from a sauna. I sat in the sauna where I had a good view of the shower. The guy from the front desk opened the sauna door, grinned at me and closed the door. He stripped, hanging his clothes on a towel rod and came back into the sauna. He sat next to me, our thighs touching. He brought his hand to his crotch and I jerked off a meaty fat cock, toying with his hairy balls and stroking his furry chest. I was so into jerking him off, I hadn't noticed the daddy from the urinal leading a sexy shorter furry guy into the shower area. He had the guy pinned against the wall and I recognized his hairy bubble butt. It was the hot bottom from the fuck bench. His body blocked the guy's face, but I knew it must be the same guy with the hottest ass in the place. The daddy fucked him hard under the running water as I jerked the desk clerk. The daddy bred the guy with the amazing ass and walked away to a steam room down the hall. The desk clerk stood me up against the glass sauna door and told me to arch my back. He easily slid into my well-fucked hole, which by now was more full of strangers' seed than it ever had been, and I was totally okay with him adding another load. As he fucked me, a well-built black guy came into the shower across the hall. I wondered if he was the guy who had fucked me through the gloryhole in my booth. The bottom was still standing, ass out, in the running water. The black guy knelt down and ate the bottom's gorgeous ass. He jerked himself to fully hard and spun the bottom around. The glass bricks obscured everything from chest down, but I saw the bottom's face. Of course, it was my boy. I figured he had booked a flight and headed here to surprise me. His eyes were clenched tightly closed as the black guy railed him. I was moaning as the clerk pounded me from behind and filled me up. Load #5 in my hole. I shot my load all over the glass door watching my boy take raw cock. I stepped out of the sauna as the black guy shot his load into my boy's ass. The clerk was on his knees licking my cum off of the glass door. My boy opened his eyes and smiled at me, almost drunkenly, like he was high on cock. The black guy backed up and slapped his cummy cock on my boy's ass. He disappeared looking for the next thing. My boy and I stood under the shower head and made out, fingering each other's ruined holes. We headed back to the locker room and pulled our clothes on. He had a small backpack with him with his overnight stuff. We called a cab and rode back to the hotel, blissed out and leaking cum. To be continued…

PART 15 I didn’t get to hear the conversation Tom had, but it was short. He had a non stop stream of porn on and teased my hole and cock enough to keep me from totally freaking out over the fact that he has just called a guy that I had never met or seen or knew anything about to cum over and fuck me. Bareback. And I already had Tom’s hiv positive cum soaking into me as I lay there. Fortunately, it was pretty quick when the door knocked and opened and I heard a “Tom, it’s Ron”, called from the entry. And I was naked with Tom’s cum in me and hole a wet mess of cum and lube, with my own cum still drying on my chest and tummy. I was super super nervous as I heard Ron come up the stairs. Tom was standing next to the bed, his hand idly playing with my cock and then rubbing my thighs. And then Ron walked in. He was tall, like 6 5” ay least and thin, like a runner. His lean body was defined well and I loved how I could see his veins bulge out. His mostly gray hair was cut short and he had a muatache, but his body was fairly smooth. And as he took off his t shirt, it revealed a smooth chest as well. As he stood before me, me naked laying on the bed totally exposed and hard, Tom spoke up, “Ron meet my new very very special friend Chris. Chris this is Ron and I think you two are going to love each other.” Then looking at Ron directly, he added “ this boy has the best hottest little hole I might have ever had. And we’ve only pumped a few loads in him so far, but I think it’s safe to say young Chris is addicted to having his hole bred.” Then looking at me, he said “ isn’t that right sexy boys?” I just nodded, embarrassed to admit it in front of this stranger. “Chris I am very happy to meet you. You are beautiful. I can’t wait to flip you over and see that ass. What a hot boy body. You ARE 18 right?” He half joked. “I swear I am 18!”, I replied laughing nervously. “Ron, you can’t keep teasing the boy, get those shorts off. No clothes allowed in this room!”, Tom spoke up. And Ron loosened the drawstring on his gym shorts and they fell to the floor revealing what was now a partially gorgeous cut cock. And it was already bigger than mine and he wasn’t even half hard.his hand went to it and began to stroke it to hardness. “Chris, what do you want?”, whispered Tom in that way he had of making sexy even sexier. “I want it, I want to suck it. Please...”, I blurted my true feelings. Ron quickly closed the distance and I sat up and gripped his now hard cock and opened up as I licked my lips and took his man cock into my eager mouth. Tom stepped back to watch as it became Ron and I. I worked on getting Ron’s cock wet and slick and alternated between trying to stuff it down my throat to pulling off and running my tongue up and down the shaft. I circled the head and went down and licked his balls. I wanted to please him badly, this 45 year old man I had just met with a sexy body and perfect 8.5 inch cock. “Oh my god, this is one eager boy. Suck that cock like you need to baby. Worship my cock. Yeah, just like that. I know what you need Chris. I’m going to take good care of you. “ I responded by doubling my efforts to be a good cocksucker. Eyes closed, mouth full of hard cock, I was in heaven and lost myself in cock worship. Finally, I heard Tom speak up, “Chris why don’t you show Ron your boy hole? Flip over and get on your hands and knees. Yeah, now backup to the edge of the bed and put your head down, so that ass is up. Perfect baby, just like that.” I was totally face down ass up, with my legs spread and my as crack gaping open and totally revealing my hole. “What a beautiful hole.”, I heard Ron say and I was so happy. I wanted him to like it, to want me as bad as I wanted him. “I was gonna lick it and play with it but I just can’t... I need to fuck it.”, he continued, “Tom, where’s the lube.” This whole time I was still in position but then a thought hit me, “ where’s the brown bottle at? Can I sniff some please Tom?”, I said softly. Tom looked at me and smiled and then at Ron and said, “did I tell you? This boy is the best bottom I have ever found.” And then to me, he added “Here you go baby, you hit that bottle hard for Ron. Show him what a good little bottom you are.”, as he handed me the bottle. As the poppers hit me, I felt Ron’s massive cockhead sliding against my sensitive hole, teasing it. “Chris, you want to get fucked badly don’t you?”, he whispered. By now that I had sucked him and he was teasing me hole and and the poppers, I had no inhibitions and begged, “Yes! Please! Please I need it, I need it inside me.”, as I bucked against him and writhed. “Baby I am gonna fuck you so good. Just the way Tom says you like it. And just like Tom, I don’t use condoms and I never pull out. Are you ready for that? For a big cock to fuck you and flood you with man cum?, he said in a low voice. “I’m ready! PleAse do it, you can cum in me. You can cum in me! “ I blurted quickly, my control edging away as the need overpowered me. “Even if my load is hiv positive, like tom’s? You still want it anyways don’t you baby?”, he said, as he pushed and slowly slid into my stretching hole. And control broke as I pushed back against his cock, trying to impale myself against it. “Fucking fill me with cum. I don’t care if I get it, just please cum inside me. I want you too. I want you too.”, I moaned. I felt Ron grip my hips, as my hole opened up to him. Because of the fucking I had already taken , it was easier to accept his giant cock and he was able to drive deep into me. I was a poppered up cum hungry bottom and he was a hungry Top man. This was not a gentle take your time fuck. I was so spun on poppers and so horny and opened up, I was able to ram back against him and he was pulling me onto his cock by my hips as he pistoned in and out. “Fucking hot hole”, he said through gritted teeth. I was now grunting hard with each stroke as he bottomed out in me and knocked my breath out over and over. “Fucking fuck me. Fuck me oh god oh fuck so good so good so good.”, i babbled. “Fucking close. Gonna cum. Gonna breed you. Yeah, yeah fuck yeah! Fucking take it”, he almost yelled as he rammed deep and ejaculated into me. “Yes yes give it to me! Fucking cum inside me, all of it all of it in me.”, I begged. I felt his huge cock pulse and spasm as his orgasm subsided and he tried to pump every last drop into me. As his sweat body collapsed over me, he made no move to pull out and I made no move either. I didn’t want it out. His cock had felt so good and, was it my imagination, or did it seem like he had shot a huge load into me. As he softened and slid out of me, I immediately tried to clamp shut, but my hole was so well fucked that a little cum began to drip out, as I fell forward. The sex glow was still strong enough that the fact that I had let two guys fuck me and shoot hiv positive cum into me wasn’t scaring me, just turning me on still. And I already knew that like Tom, there was no way I could resist Ron.

I worked my way out from underneath the large, black man, as the girl came over and shook him roughly. He barely stirred in his sleep. "He gonna be out for a while. You must have done it up big," she said matter of factly. I, meanwhile, was turning a new shade of crimson, and was picking mu my clothes and getting dressed as quickly as I could. "I need to go," was all I could think to say. She just shrugged and said, "If you say so," she walked out the door, and I followed a few seonds later. I looked around, but she had literally disappeared - there was no one out, only cars driving down Fourth. I hightailed it back to 4th and main - a long trek. Had I really followed him all that distance? I breathed a sigh o f relief when Imsaw my car. I unlocked it, started up, and sped back toward the 'burbs. As I walked in, my dad was just leaving for work. He gave me a wink on his way out, and put his hands up to his chest to mimick a set of large breasts. I smiled weakly and ran up to my room. In the shower, I started feeling funny - a little dizy, a little sick to my stomach. I shook it off when I realized that his two huge loads were involuntarily seeping out of my hole. I felt like a slut, and loved it! I knew right then, without a doubt, that I loved sex with me. I was, as my dad would say with derision so often, a "fag." But at that moment, with cum dripping onto the shower floor, I could care less.. I got a man of with my hole - no, my pussy, as he callled it. I have a pussy, and it makes huge black men cum. I got hard, jacked off, and sat on my bed, thinking about where I could get more guys to fuck me. *** *** *** Fast-forward three days and 11 hours. I am back in the bookstore with my ass pressed up against a hole in the wall. An unknown dick is pumping in an out of my wet hole, sloshing around a load from the last cock. The bookstore is a can't-miss hookup. I have been fucked four times, and each one was as diferent as the last. But none were as good as my black daddy. I had not sen him since that morning I ran out of his place, buttoning my pants on the way out the door. The man on the other side of the wall groaned and shot his load. I milked his cock with my hole, and he eventually slid out and left the booth. I buttoned up,my Brittanica jeans and peeked out the door for a glimpse of my latest fuck a short, dumpy white guy, middle aged, was waddling out of the peeps. He left a nice load in me. Too bad for his wife, i got it instead. And then, just like last time, there he was. Standing outside of a booth, rubbing his crotch and staring right through me. I felt cold inside, then my ass twitched and my dick started to inflate again. He ran a hand all the way down the length of his cock, bulging through that same pair of checked pants. It was onscenely huge. Had i really taken that whole thing. "Hey, bboy," he said. "You back again?" I walked over to him, my pussy went with fresh cum. "I haven't been able to think about anything but you laying on top of my." "You got a fine pussy. Suck the cum right out of a man's dick." Despite the roughness and crudity, I was proud, and more than a little turned on. " I can do it again," I said. He turned and walked into the movie theater. I knew what that meant by nnow,, so I followed close behind. Once we got inside, i dropped to my kneews. In seconds, his cock was down my throat. "Damn, baby," he said. "You got a pussy in your yeah, eat dat dick."mouth, too!" I just grunted as Ii kept working his dick. Within a few minutes, I felt a new set of hands on my head, and heard another voice, thick with ghetto accent, whisper, "Yeah, boy, eat dat dick." I obliged - all the way down,and ran my tongue over his heavy balls. He moaned. "Damn!" Said the new guy. "I want some of that!" "Five bucks," said my man. What?! I was being sold? Instead of shock or shame, I felt hugely flattered. "Fuck dat," said the new guy as he backed off. My man responded, "That's another five." The new guy stopped in his tracks. He moved closer, looking me over as I kept throating that giant cock. "Yeah, but not here." "Let's go," my man said as he pulled his dick from my throat. "Come on, girl," he said. I followed. What else could I do? I knew I wanted those cocks to fuck me. In the back of my mind, I was also hoping that he'd have more of whatever was in that needle.

His face was looming closer and closer as I felt his enormous piece of meat nudging at my hole. It might have been whatever was in that syringe, or it might have been how hot I was for this huge, dangerous man, but all I could see were his two eyes almost floating above me, giant black pools of liquid that seemed to have no bottom. "Yeah, you're fucked now," I heard from a distance. It echoed a few times in my head. I felt myself rolling a bit, kind of like when you're on a raft out in the ocean. Suddenly a little nauseous, I closed my eyes to try to gather myself, but that just increased all of the sensations I was feeling, both good and not-so-good. I had that delicious free floating feeling, while at the same time I also felt like I was about to vomit. I felt my eyes rolling as I tried to get a grip when suddenly I felt my hole expand involuntarily. He felt it too, and he shoved a few inches of his meat inside me. I was surprised that there was no pain - I guess the speedball was taking care of that. Instinctively, I lifted my legs, wrapped them as far around him as they would go, and then dug in. I literally fucked my ass onto the rest of his cock, swallowing it all with my ass in one swift motion. Again, no pain at all, just sensation of skin-on-skin, of his cock sliding deeper into me. I could feel every vein, every crease of my ass, bump and nuance of his cock as I quickly slid down on it all the way to the root. In my high, I could actually visualize what it looked like as the head of his cock split me open and buried deeper in me than anyone, or anything, had ever been. As I hit the base with my ass, those floating eyes looked surprised for a second, then rolled up into his head as he let out a long moan. "Yessssssss, baby, that's it. Take that cock all the way. Show me how bad you want it. You a natural baby. We gonna turn you out good." I tried to ask him what that meant but I was still unable to manage anything other than a garble of sounds. "You feeling it, aren't you?" he said. Again, it was not a question. "Yeah, I got you. You gonna get used to this real quick, and so am I." With that, he started to withdraw his cock - a process that seemed to last for fifteen minutes, though in real-time it might have must been two or three seconds. He then spit on his hand, rubbed it on his dick, and then slowly slide back into me. This time, it seemed smoother, no veins or bumps. He repeated that process five or six times - I lost count in the growing euphoria - and on each downstroke, I would shiver as his cock bumped into and ran along my prostrate. Then he got to work. All at once, he pulled out completely, and then shoved the entire length back into me. This time, I felt it. Not enough heroin on the planet could have dulled that pain. My legs shot out straight, every muscle straining, but I was only able to yelp weakly. My ability to speak was still caught in the swirling vortex of the drugs, and I could see the words I wanted to say swirling around over my head. I tried to grab them, but they stayed out of reach. Then, most blinding pain as he yanked it out and whipped it back in with even greater force. On the third stroke, pulled out, grabbed a handful of Crisco ("When did he get that?" I weakly thought, "And why didn't I see it swirling around up there with all my words?") and rubbed it all over his cock, then shoved it back in again. This time, other than he stabbing sensation of his length, there was no pain - only intense pleasure as he massaged my prostrate on his trip to my center. He held his cock in me and leaned down again, my legs once again instinctively wrapping around him. His mouth leaned down to mine, and I felt his warm lips touch mine. His breath was surprisingly sweet, and the feel of his tongue as it entered my mouth was velvety smooth. I sucked on his tongue like it was a cock, and he fucked my mouth with it. It was then that I noticed that his hips were moving again, now in perfect rhythm with the tongue that was moving in and out of my mouth. That amazing floating feeling of perfection had returned, and I finally started enjoying that rolling sensation. I was able to envision every cell of my body, each and every one being filled on an assembly line with exquisite pleasure - the sensation of being fucked properly for the first time - and then returned to my body with a tingle of joy. My hips started moving to meet his thrusts. I wanted - no, needed - that cock in me as deep as it would go. On each downstroke, I wiggled my ass to try to get a few extra centimeters in me, and then as he withdrew, I concentrated on relaxing every muscle in my ass to make for a smooth, easy withdrawal. Then he would press back in again, and the friction from his invading cock became the center of the universe until he hit bottom. Then my wiggle and his gasp. Faster and faster it went, his tempo increasing, and my hips bouncing up off the bed to rise up and meet him. He was pounding me now, but I was pounding him back - my heels digging into him every bit as much as his cock was digging into me. All I could focus on was the need to feel him inside me, as deep as possible. I felt him biting into my shoulder, then licking my neck, then his tongue all over my ear, then gripping my head and holding it while he shoved his tongue in my mouth - all during the time that we were fucking each other, hard. I needed him deeper, and deeper, and never felt so full and fulfilled as when he hit bottom. On each downstroke, that instinctive wiggle I gave caused him to shudder just a little. He was fucking harder and harder, and I was taking every thrust like a cheap bathhouse whore. Then he buried his face in my neck, sped up even more, started moaning, "Oooh, baby, ooooh baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah....." Even as inexperienced as I was, I knew what that meant. His hips kept moving faster and faster, sending me into the stratosphere, and then he gave one last thrust inward and held it. At that second, I finally managed to lock my ankles together and wiggled the last inch of his cock into me even further, and that did it. He let out a long groan, and I could feel his cock jetting his cum into me, spurt after heavy spurt. He kept moaning, "Yeah....yeah...." with each spurt, his baritone voice low and tickling every inch of me. It seemed to go on for hours, but I know it could not have been that long. Still, I counted at least fourteen pumps from his balls into my guts before he finally let out a long breath. He laid on top of me for an unnaturally long period of time. He was absently licking my neck or rubbing my sides, and then the most amazing thing happened - I felt his hips move again, felt his cock withdraw, and then felt him slowly spear back into me. He had not gone soft and fallen out of me like I expected. Instead, he was embarking on a second fuck, just minutes after filling me with his seed. I let out a long moan, and involuntarily burst loose with my own orgasm on his third stroke. I shook against him as he held his cock deep inside me, moving it back and forth only by a few inches, "Yeah, baby. Cum on my dick. That's it. Show me how much you love it. Keep cumming! Yeah! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!" Every time he said it, I would cry out and another volley of cum would rise out of the depth of my soul, shoot through my balls at lightning speed, and get ejected from the tip of my cock, bathing us both in buckets of my cum. I never came so much or so hard in my life, my head uncontrollably moving back and forth and the most animalistic noises coming from my throat. Was I really making those sounds? We fucked our way to another climax for each of us, this one for me being far less intense but still incredible. As the last bit of my cum splattered onto his chest, he move down again, those huge black eyes once again filling my vision, and he rubbed our bodies together, using my cum as a lubricant. He gave me a tender kiss or two, and then just laid on top of me. My legs finally unhooked from around him, fell to our sides, and we both drifted off to sleep. I have no idea how long we slept, but we were both awakened by a bright bolt of light coming from the outside door as it burst open. I heard a young, female voice saying "Daddy, Momma sent me over to get my....." I craned my head to see a coltish girl, maybe my age or younger, standing in the front doorway. Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor as she stopped mid-sentence. The man on top of me was still snoring heavily as I tried to get out from underneath him, panicked and no longer able to breathe because of his heavy weight on top of me. But I couldn't get him off me and he was not waking up nearly quickly enough!

I like pissing inside asses. Especially if the bottom doesn't know it's coming. I let him think I'm just recovering after shooting my load and am reluctant to pull out lol. I fucking love it when the warmth starts to spread and they reaiize what's happening lol.

I didn't mean to do it. I just couldn't help myself. There are times I get overcome by my own lust, and I just get carried away. I was turned on when we finally met, he was my ideal of a "son" to my "dad". Though a little older than what you might conceive of as my son, he was nonetheless my ideal of what I want in a boy. And add to that the fact that he was in total leather, matching my outfit, it was just a match. We had chatted so much about this first meeting. We each knew what turned the other on. He liked my cigars and I liked his boyish good looks and attitude. And when we met and then kissed, it was that sort of 'dream come true' event. That first kiss seemed to last forever. Not only were our tongues exploring each other's mouths, our hands were exploring each other's bodies. And shortly he had my stiff, dripping cock out of my jeans, and fell to his knees to give me one of those blowjobs you dream about. I was still smoking my cigar, and the smoke was about to fill the motel room, I was smoking so hard while he hit all the hot spots. When he rose up and kissed me again, tasting my cigar spit and me tasting that great cock /pre-cum taste on his lips, I was just too turned on. I had his belt loose and his jeans around his ankles before he knew what happened. And even though we were lip locked, I could still get his cock out of his jockstrap and feel the pre-cum on the tip of his cock. I rubbed it the length of his rock hard cock, and slipped my cock between his legs. I guess it was the way he opened his legs to let my cock in that so excited me. I could tell he wanted it then, even though he had told me he was still HIV negative and didn't want any raw sex with a poz guy like me. I had my hands up under his shirt working his nips and was kissing and licking his face till he was just a puppy in my paws. I gently moved him around, kissing his neck and massaging his ass cheeks, until I was behind him, nibbling his earlobes. That was when my stiff meat found his ass crack and set course for his asshole. I was pushing hard against him, trying to get my tongue in his ear, when he sort of fell against the wall and then braced himself against it with both hands, intending to turn back around, but by then I had a nip in each hand, having thrown down my dead cigar, and he was moving in response, enjoying it too much to protest. And my cockhead had found his puckered rosebud of an asshole, one of those that seems to have an arrow tattooed above it, saying "FUCK HERE". And I had him by the arms, holding him tight as I kissed and bit his neck. "Oh, Daddy!" he kept saying, over and over, as if he was trying to persuade himself not to resist. When I pushed and began to feel my cockhead penetrate, he stiffened. "Daddy, don't make me do this, please," he pleaded, and he turned his head slightly towards me. I reached around and kissed him. "It's gonna be OK, son, just relax," I said, and I made a hip thrust that popped him open. I love that feel on my cockhead, when you first pop a boy open like that. There is no feel like it in the world, tight and hot, and then so warm and wet and wonderful. I just couldn't help myself. Hugging him tightly, kissing all over his neck, so he didn't notice so much that I was impaling him on my cock. By the time I think he knew what was happening, he was fucked. I had my cock almost all the way up his ass. And he was loving it. I could tell he was trying to fight the urge, but wanting it so bad. All the time I was kissing him, I kept telling him it was fine, he was all right, this will be great, just relax and enjoy it, son, give yourself to your dad. Then suddenly he gave a kind of shudder, and bucked hard back against me. "Oh, Daddy, take me, take my ass, give me your cum!" "That's it son, enjoy this fuck, feel your Daddy's hard cock up your ass, love that stiff meat so deep inside you!" He was with me then, meeting every thrust. When I'd hit bottom he'd grab me hard and tight, as much fucking my dick with his ass as I was fucking his hole with my rod. "Make me your Boy, Daddy, fuck your Boy, show me how much you want me Daddy!" I was in the heavy strokes now, fucking his ass hard. My juices were flowing. When I get a hot ass like this, the first fuck is hot and heavy and doesn't take too long, so I knew I was getting close. "Where do you want Daddy's load, boy?" I asked, as I held him tight and humped him hard. "Give me your load, Daddy, make me your Boy, plant that load UP MY ASS!" He was bucking hard, and if I had really wanted to pull out, it would have been difficult, as he was in pace with me so well. "Oh, God, Son, I can't help it, here it is, take it boy, take Daddy's hot cum up your ass." "Daddy, show me how much you love me, fuck me, fuck my ass, give me your juice, Daddy, FUCK ME HARD!" I lit into him hard then, I could feel the cum move from my balls up the length of my shaft and begin to spurt out deep inside him. And I think he must've felt something, even though I know you have to learn to feel it when a guy cums up your ass. There was just something about the way he moved, like he was suckin’ the cum up deep inside himself. We both hit the spot at the same time. "OH GOD!" we both shouted in unison. "Here it is boy, here's Daddy's cream, take Daddy's load, you're MY BOY now!" "Hit me hard, Daddy, show me how much you love me, pound that cum in my hot hole - fuck me Daddy - FUCK MY ASS, DADDY!" I held him tight and shot my final spurts as deep inside as I could, knowing I was tying him to me in a way no man ever had before. I was converting him to my son in more ways than one. I was making him my BOY in a truly positive manner. His ass drew up so tight on my shaft, I thought sure he must be spurting his load. His ass was suckin’ the cum up deep, and he began to flex under me, I could feel his whole body moving, as if he was absorbing the sex and distributing it throughout his body. We held that position a long time. Sweat was dripping down my nose, and he was sweaty feeling as I ran my hands over his chest and caressed his nips. I still had all my clothes on, my fucking cock out of my pants, but otherwise still as I had walked into the room. His pants were around his ankles, but he still had on the jockstrap, shirt, vest and leather jacket. We both were soaked under all that clothing. But neither moved, we were still in that great Dad/Son connection, feeling the cum that bound us together. Eventually he stopped vibrating, coming back to reality, realizing what had happened. He sort of slumped at that point, I thought he might be crying, so I pulled out and turned him around and kissed him. He was crying, or at least he had tears in his eyes, so I kissed the tears away, and he began to respond. When I put my hand down to his crotch, I discovered a jock hanging heavy with cum. So I pulled off him, bent down and sucked the cum out of his jock, and pulled his limp, gooey cock out and sucked it clean. He was breathing very heavily now, I think partly shock and partly so turned on. Standing up, I led him to the bed and made him sit on it, so I could sit beside him. We kissed again - another long lover's kiss, and soon tongues and hands were exploring. Clothes began to fall off us, some being taken off by the other, some shucked off by the wearer, but our pants were trapped by our boots. We had reached that point again, too quickly. The pants just had to stay on, we were at fuck number two. I got him into doggie position and stuck my cock back up his ass. It was much easier this time, just made him take a sudden inhale when I slid home. We urged each other on again, and soon he had a second cumshot up his ass. Damn hot boy, he wanted sex as much as I did. We seemed to be a pair, destined to be together. After I added that second load, I just held him close and told him how much I loved him, and he did the same. When my cock went flat and fell out of his ass, he rolled over and I got on top of him so we could kiss and cuddle again. We took time to get the boots off, finally got our pants off and were naked, just kissing and rolling all over the bed, the way lovers do. We came up for air and took a smoke break. Gave me a chance to really look at him, as I hadn't really seen him naked before, even though I'd planted two loads up his ass. And he did the same. I was surprised to see how he blushed when he noticed how I was admiring his boyish body. He had kept himself in great shape, and I had enjoyed it. The smoke break over, we resumed the kissing, this time being able to be face to face for the first time, really. I didn't intend to fuck him again, and frankly I generally don’t come three times in rapid succession, but this was beyond mere sex. This was infatuation. My cock just knew the way to his ass so well by this time. When I got on top and was kissing him, my cock was tumescent and, finding his hole, entered easily. He spread wide, put his legs firmly around my hips and put his heels in my ass. Then he pushed hard, making my cock really hit the good spots. Every time I made a stroke that didn't please him, he'd almost kick my cock up his ass. I couldn't complain, I had my tongue far down his throat. And when I felt the cum moving yet a third time, I got his legs up on my shoulder, shoved a pillow under his ass and began those prying deep strokes, where you aim for the boy's prostate and fuck him hard. "Oh God, Daddy, I love it when you fuck me like that, do it again, harder, deeper, come on man, put your seal on me, give me the third load, make me your boy forever!" I got my arms up under his shoulders, pulled him into my fuck strokes and kissed him hard as I fucked my cum into his hot ass, so warm and wet and wild, filled to overflowing with my loads. I wanted to fuck him so hard the cum would flow out his hole and soak the bed. I wanted to fuck him so bad he could taste my cum from the inside out. I wanted to plant my loads so deep he'd shit my cum for a week. Didn't take long. Spurts of ‘Daddy Cream’ joined the loads already there. My fuck piston planted it's third load, the cum pooling around my balls, running down his crack. I pinned him down, legs against his chest, as I pounded the last strokes home, trying to get my cum as deep inside him as I could. And he rose up against me on every stroke, making sure he got that jizz as deep inside as possible. When I was drained, I slammed a fuck stroke hard and held it, and he looked up at me with tears in his eyes again, and we kissed. Then I felt his cock move between us, that steady pulse of a cock shooting cum, a feeling I love. If I don't see or feel a boy cum when I fuck him, I'm not fucking him right, and I had fucked this boy right. His cock spurted a heavy load between us, and his cum between and us and mine up his ass were binding us together in many, many ways. We kissed for a long time. Took us a long time to come down off that fuck plateau, where you want to stay as long as you can. When I fell out of his ass, I let his legs down and sucked his limp cock into my mouth and sucked out all the strings of his cum I could get. Then I licked his hole and crotch clean, keeping some of the cum in my mouth, so we could share it when we kissed. And as I did that, he moved around so he could reach my cock, and sucked it clean. When we kissed, I could taste his ass, his cum and my cum, all mixed together, one wonderful taste, a taste every dad wants from his boy. We fell asleep like that. When we woke the next morning, we were a mess, and the bed was a mess. There was cum everywhere, encrusted on our cocks and torsos. Time for a piss and a shower. Then we had a smoke and got to examine each other by the light of day. Sometimes that's when it all falls apart, when you come to in the morning and discover that the guy you thought was so great the night before is not nearly as attractive. But there was no change this morning, I still thought he was the best thing I'd ever had, and he allowed as how I was his Dad. We went to breakfast, and it was as if I was meeting him for the first time. We sat there and smoked and drank our coffee, and talked about all the things lovers talk about. The waitress finally asked us if we were going to order lunch, and we realized what time it was. We excused ourselves, left a large tip for having had such good service for such a long time, and went back to the motel room. By the time we'd each had a piss, we were on the bed again, and the maid's knock interrupted our first fuck of the day. I shouted that we were still in the room, and she went away, and I planted my load. This was a lover's fuck, that long, slow, gentle fuck of two men deeply in love. There was no hard thrusting, no pounding of a load deep. He was still moist from the fucks last night, and I wasn't really up to a hot and heavy fuck, but we needed to have sex again, to see if it was still there, and it was. That wasn't our last fuck, not by a long shot, but those four were the ones that we always remember and talk about. Few men are as fortunate as I. To find a guy like this that fits me so well. I can only hope that he continues to feel the same about me.

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…

I'm HOOKED on big cummers! Let me elaborate on the above... got all dizzy thinking of it again! So, on the subject of GUYS WHO CUM BIG, or clinically referred to as 'hypospermic'.... the latter sounds kinda frightening like there is 'something wrong with that'. I rather think of the whole picture as something SUPER-EROTIC: a genuine stud guy, potentially with a big dick, but definitely huge balls! Inevitably he will have gushing loads like a champ-bull! On the evolutionary scale, his seed would out-compete and out-flush any male suitor's seed and DNA as he uses a damsel who barely got 'warmed up' with sex and seed by her less 'seed-productive' REGULAR male. The CHAMP's bigger cock and more abundant DNA would obviously gush passed the sloppy, puny seconds left behind by the less-blessed buck who CAME before. Net result: big-dicked copious cummers probably win out in a sexually-promiscuous 'competitive' environment!!! I would trail and follow a stud-fucker guy like that, like a tacky whore! Actually, I already did once. Let me share ? I feel like I have shared this story before, but hell, some fucks are UNFORGETTABLE!!! (And who cares if I repeat myself. We are all here for THE THRILLS and I miss most of the fun entries on here until YEARS LATER!) This guy who YEARS ago came over for a threeway: I had seen him before (in the clubs) but I was too much of a snob to do him as I was more of a top looking for pretty boys then. But hey, here he is, Danny is his name. I was ON the moment he pulled out his beautiful cock with standard FEATURES that are 'right-up-my-alley', my arse alley to be precise.... gorgeous, thick, cut, a big-knob lollipop cock with a flaring head! That 'saddle-shaped' knob that looks brutal and vulgar in the most erotic way; like it has rutted plenty of holes and genetics made this cock a champ power-tool for anal pleasure. Sure bitches would love it too, feeling that thing POP passed the clit. The thing is: the dude is basically a 'jerk', a pompous part-time actor who still fakes a quasi-straight role for whom I'm not sure of... in the past I would have passed him up. But dude had that dream-cock and the 3rd guy in tryst wore a fitted ball-cap backwards (one of my fetishes) and LOVED to suck my cock. Danny, the 'jerk' meanwhile as this is going on slipped his cock in my hole with such slick moves that I IMMEDIATELY went into a ZONE. This at a time when me taking raw cock from a total stranger was HIGHLY UNUSUAL. But some dicks can PULL YOU IN! While the dude with the ball-cap blew me and finally swallowed my nut, Danny's cock was buried deep inside me, going in all the way with my aspiring man-cunt EATING UP the sensation of that champ lollipop cock, flaring and pulsing... when we disengaged, the three of us I was dizzy, in a total trance. I never even realized Danny had cum but I guess the moment I nutted and my hole flinched, it triggered his copulation finale!!! Later when the trick guys (Danny and the ballcap guy) were gone, I fingered myself as Danny gave no clue he nutted me stealthily. HOT!!!! And DAMN, the cum was just flooding out of me... CUM, CUM and more CUM, passed the second gate of heaven! If I was like a promiscuous trailer-chick who fell for the random trucker passing through, I'd be pregnant by him! KNOCKED UP, fertilized, DNA-tagged! Even if my trusty husband with less seed production had bred me that morning, the stud slam-dunked the game! The stud's seed would have raced passed the legitimate spouse and potentially fathered a bastard buck, another popular, big-dicked fornicator to one day gush his copious DNA into anxious holes, once he reached adulthood! I have hovered around for Danny at a MAPCO before when I spotted him... hoping I can con him into another spawning! My man and I share our 'trophy bucks' when we hunt! Just who is hunting whom? Danny has apparently hit up my man on grindr at least once. Damn I would want to bathe my cock in his monster hypospermic load, after he dumps it into my man!

I love ATM as well!! I try to thank the top who's just fucked me. Most times he hasn't fled the dark room and I am able to clean off his cock, in this way thanking him for a job well done. Other times, the top has exited the dark room way too fast for me to show him due respect. It's your gesture to clean off his jock with his cum and your ass juices that's important. OINK!

Naturally!

cant wait! we will have so much fun swapping STDS

I was gonna talk about the last few guys to breed me in the bathhouse public sling. no idea what they looked like but the last few guys were pretty big.one had a beer can thick cocked I could feel his huge nuts bouncing off my ass. the two guys before him were really big.i think maybe black guys. but my last load actually got shot in me while I stood here at the computer in the bathhouse. also no idea what he looked like cause I didn't bother to turn around to see who was fucking me. he said he watch me taking loads in the sling and was so turned on he had to fuck me himself but was having a hard time getting a shot at my ass all night. so he dumped his load in me before he left. quick 2 minute pump n dump n I can feel his load dripping down my thigh right now. for the record he was load number 23. heading back to the darkroom fuckbench so I can suck cock while I get fucked.

I'm pretty short (5'7") and one of the things I dig the most are guys who are shorter than me (which isn't that common) or MUCH taller. I'd really get off on fucking a guy who's 6'8".

Here's my honking PA... even the smooth edges results in a bloody fuck most of the time... OINK!

I’m a physician. You know what they show in Greys Anatomy? It’s literally based off some truth. The people I work with are horny as fuck. I have literally had sex a bunch of residents, nine attendings, about two dozen nurses, six security guards, three EMTs, three visiting lecturers and a bunch of janitors and upkeep staff. All in the hospital.

You were a prop. Extras get paid. You got totally used. He fucked you, blew his load in you, and made money off you. That is about has low a slut as can be. You lucky bastard.

I had something like this happen too. Turned out that he was charging guys for the pleasure of private Skype & Zoom sessions -- anywhere from $1 - $25 per minute depending on how attracted he was to the "client". I ended up being just a cumdump "extra" he used to pay rent.

I showered and cleaned up the sauan. It was pretty quiet the Bill called me over. "I've got an errand for you, since its quiet." He said. "Get dressed" I put on some clothes and went to the reception desk where he handed me a package with the name of a local hospital on it. He gave me an address and said "take this over and give it to Mick - its his meds which he forgot to pick up from the clinic." "I's a basement flat. He lives there with some other guys who are all poz, though not all on meds." I felt my heart skip a beat and he gave me a filthy smile. "They're pretty far gone, most of them and they don't have the cash to visit the sauna often. I told them you're coming over. It's up to you whether you want to stay for while." Then he raised an eyebrow and I knew what he meant. Did I want to stay and have sex with these men. I took the package. The flat was about 20 minutes walk away in a run down area of old victorian buildings. I went down some steps and knocked on a peeling fron door with carboard in the window and an overflowing rubbish bin next to it. I knocked, and the door opened to reveal a dark hallway with an overwhelming smell of body odour, cigarette smoke and the tang of poppers. The man in the doorway was fat, short, balding and dresed in a stained threadbare dressing gown. "Wotcher want?" He growled looking me up and down. "I...I'm Timmy." I said, recoling from the smell and his grubby appearance. "I've got something for Mick." He smiled revealing stained teeth and the tongue which licked his lips was furred yellow/green. "Oh, right. Heard about you. Come in." He turned and I followed him into the hall way. "Mick ain't here, but you can leave his stuff." He scratched under the robe which gaped open to reveal a flabby belly and masses of hair around a heavy cock. I swallowed, feeling repelled as he scratched busily in his groin, but I was also excited especially as the strong smell of poppers made my head swim. I put the package on the floor and stood awkwardly. "Come and meet the others." He said, noticing my glance at his dangling cock. "Bill said you was a good boy, real friendly like." and he leered at me and laughed. Before I could speak, he led me down the hall and into a small sitting room, dimly lit by a small window high up on the wall. It was smokey and smelled of sweat and worse. There were two sofas on which sat five or six men, all old and all looking like they needed a bath. Several were just wearing singlets and underpants. Others were smoking and they were watching porn on an old TV as they passed a bottle of poppers around. It was really hot and I felt sweat trickling in my armpits. "Well. aintcha gonna sit down?" I squeezed on to a sofa between two old trolls who were watching the TV and sniffing poppers. They ignored me as did the guy who had let me in. I was wondering what to do when the man next to me, dressed only in his underwear said "Fuck, this porn has got me on the go!" He pulled his undepants down and a thick, swollen cock slapped against his hairy belly. It was slimey with pre-cum and I noticed what looked like blisters under the head. "I could do with a fuck!" Suddenly, the other man's boney fingers were on my belt, undoing it and unzipping my fly. "Know what you mean, Fred. I could do with some arse around my cock." As they spoke, they dragged my trousers off, followed by my underpants. The man who'd let me in came over with a filthy tube of lube. "So when's your next clinic appointment Fred?" He said as they pulled me round so I was kneeling on the sofa. "Next week" They spread my arse roughly apart and I felt cool lube being rubbed into my anus. "I guess I'll have to go on meds soon." I heard Fred say as he got heavily off the sofa. "Viral load's through the roof." He got behind me, and I felt his cock against my arsehole. What was I doing? This was a disgusting old man, in a filthy flat, about to put his diseased cock in me without even caring who I was, that I was just an upraised arse and a hole to fill. The man who'd let me in, who I later found out was called Paul, matter of factly pushed some poppers under my nose and as the chemical washed through me, Freds thick, diseased cock slid wetly up into my rectum. In front of me, Paul's robe was open and he was scratching his groin and complaining about it, even as he offered me his swelling cock to suck as Fred fucked me in long, slow, delicious strokes. I was lost. I couldn't resist as the poppers and the thick cock in me made me gasp with pleasure. "Oh yeah!" said Paul. "Fill it up, Fred. Let some others have a go!" Fred was grunting and thrusting hard and I realised he was about to come in me. I felt a moment's fear, a moments regret, and then he gave a pig-like grunt, pushed against me, and I felt his cock throbbing as he spurted into me. When he finished he gave a sigh. "That were good!" He said, sliding his softening cock out of me. A drool of cum slithered over my balls and he scooped it up with his finger and pushed it back in. I stood up, my cheeks flushed with shame and looked across the room. Two men were on the other sofa, one pale and gaunt, the other wizzened with sores around his mouth. They had pushed their clothes down and were jacking their erections as they chatted about someting. Paul grabbed my arm and led me over. "Any one want some tea?" He said. As he spoke, he turned me round and I felt hands on my hips pulling me down on to another cock. It slid easily up me through the spunk and the lube until I was sitting on the old man's lap, impaled on his cock. "Two sugars in mine." I heard him say behind me and then he started to thrust up into me and empty his sperm with the rest...

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.

A man may mean it when he fills in a profile. But, when horniness strikes and eagerness to nestle his throbbing cock into a moist hairy manhole sets in, the natural temptation to go bare becomes harder to resist. An accommodating bottom inviting him to sink his bare cock into that warm smooth sweet spot that he has to offer, the natural male urge to fill a hot tight hole with cum, his testosterone flooded brain in the heat of the moment... he just can't help himself.

have had a few I held in my mouth to spit out but most are really good esspecially when really thick and creamy

That looks like a nice piece of tail : )

You sound a lot like me. I'm looking over the fence these days, and the logical part of my brain tells me not to do this. But my dick is super hard just thinking about what a weapon I have here, and all the fun things I can do with it once it's charged up. I am not actively chasing, but my subconscious appears to be. The angel on my shoulder is protecting me from going there, but the devil on the other shoulder is jacking off to the idea of pursuit. It's a disease, bro. You may have the benefit of great sex, but why can't one enjoy that without getting sick from it? You enjoy being sick? I don't. I don't do well with sick, because when I'm down with a flu or whatever, I barely function. It takes away from your life and things you'd much rather do. On BZ, we talk about getting pozzed like it's this wonderful thing, and while it improves the sex life of many, there are many many more who wish they didn't have it and the medical bills that come with it. And the stigmas that still exist. The stories in the fiction section are just that - stories. That's not how real people live. You don't have to be a character in one of them, no matter how glamorous their lives seem.

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

Me Getting bred raw bb poz by my verbal dom daddy white breeder

FULL BLOWN AIDS WASTING BODY FUCK YEAH I WOULD MOST DEFINITELY WOULD WORSHIP HIS BODY AND GET RECHARGED UP BY HIM EVERY SINGLE DAY .

When I was much younger, a school bully took every opportunity to call me "faggot." It made me feel very ashamed and power-less to be called that. I wonder if he had sensed something in me that I had been suppressing. Now, ironically, it arouses me on to be called a faggot. So, anything said about me that includes the word "faggot", such as "faggot pussy", definitely turns me on!

Part 3 As we drove I reached over and pulled his underwear down, exposing his still hard cock. I admit I was impressed he didn't have Tina dick, at least not yet. I looked at his nakedness in the bright light. He was completely smooth except for his pubes. His face was flushed from the drugs, but it too was baby smooth, making him look younger than 18. He still had some baby fat on him which made me smile. He wouldn't have that too much longer after I turned him into my personal Tina slut. "Play with yourself," I ordered him. "I wanna watch you, but don't cum!" He obediently stroked his little dick, oblivious to the vehicles around us that could see him. I liked how obedient he was! This boy was a prize! In about 20 minutes we pulled into the driveway of his house, a big one that even had pillars in front. It made me think of a plantation house in the south, and I laughed to myself thinking that this time, I was the master! I pulled the Escalade into the garage and we went into the house. Yea these people had money. There was even a pool in the back, with a high privacy fence all around it. Perfect. I noticed a very well stocked bar and helped myself to some very nice scotch. "So why didn't you go on vacation with your family?" I asked. "Fuck them!" He said, flopping on the couch. "They don't give a shit about me. They were happy to leave me behind. Mom's a drunk, and dad's a lawyer. I'm just in the way." Awww, a poor little rich white boy with family issues. Fuckin putty in my hands! "Don't worry baby boy," I said, laying my body on top of his, "Jesse's gonna take care of you." I started kissing him again and he sucked my tongue into his mouth like a hungry pig. My little pig. I took out my pipe and a baggie and loaded a big load. I gave Blake the pipe and told him to hit it. He eagerly sucked in a big hit, exhaling a large, white cloud. "Again." I told him. He hit it two more times before I took it away. "You like that, don't you?" I asked. "Mmmmmm yea." "I got something else you'll like even more." "What's that?" he asked eagerly. "Lets go upstairs and I'll show you." We went up and I found his parents bedroom. I guided him in and pushed him on their bed. He didn't even object. I pulled off my shirt and pulled down my jeans, freeing my semi hard cock. Blake's eyes got real big as he looked at my monster. What really caught his eye was my big P.A. "You ever see one of those?" I asked. He just shook his head no. "They feel extra good." I lied, knowing it was going to tear his sweet hole to shreds. But I was about to get him so fucked up he would be begging for the sweet torture he was about to get. I took my little case out of my pants and pulled out a rubber tube and wrapped it around his arm. "What's that for?" he asked. "Shhhh." I said placing a finger on his lips. "This is the extra special treat. Just trust me." He didn't say another word as I swabbed his arm, he just watched my dick get bigger. Fucking up white boy's made my dick hard. As I stuck the needle into his vein, my cock reached full hardness. I slowly pushed the plunger as my full, fat 11 inches throbbed, ready to forever change Blake's life. I pulled out the needle and released the band. Blake fell back on the bed coughing and I moved like a lion attacking. I grabbed his legs and pushed them back, and before he could comprehend what was happening, I slammed my big, black monster into his cum filled hole, forcing all 11, fat inches into him, balls deep in one thrust. Blake howeled as he was ripped open like never before, and I didn't give the kid a chance to adjust before I was pounding him mercilessly. Over and over I slammed him as hard and deep as I could, digging my P.A. into his guts. Frothy pink cum oozed out of his hole as I shredded his insides, making him forever my bitch. Soon he was moaning instead of screaming as I deep dicked his ruined hole. His head rolled from side to side as he babbled incoherently. "Fuck yea you stupid punk!" I yelled at him as I raped him. "You fuckin take that nigger cock! You're my fuckin whore now! I'll fuckin use you and sell your cunt! You fucking worthless piece of shit! Stupid fuckin white kid pickin up niggahs! Yous a niggah whore now faggot! Say goodbye to your old life!" I kept up the verbal asault as I broke him, physically and mentally. I called him every filthy name I could think of as I told him his new position in life. Soon I was ready to fill him with my seed. "Here you go slut! Take my fuckin load! You fucking niggah cumdump!" I yelled as I pumped my cum into his ripped insides. "This is what you are now bitch. I own you! You gonna make me some money!" I pulled my spent cock out of his bloody cunt as he softly cried to himself. "Shut up bitch and clean off your Masters cock, you worthless pig!" He opened his mouth and took my messy cock into it, cleaning off the mess like a good bitch. When he was done I grabbed my phone and started making some calls.

Love where this is going. Really hot.

Jeremy Oh my god as I worked that day I had a hard time, both figuratively and literally keeping my mind on work, so many hot guys came into the store, many with their girlfriends or other female companions a few by themselves, all made the ever present hard on retain its stiffness, I swear some were actually flirting with me Working at A&F didn’t help with all the pictures of sexy men and women frolicking to show off the sexy side of clothing and some of the clothes really did turn me on. Of course my morning job was one where many dorm students would roll out of bed and throw on whatever they found on the floor before heading over for breakfast, seeing jocks in loose but clingy basketball shorts and tee shirts, many going commando their cocks flopping around for all to notice. Time was crawling I finished my morning job then attended my Friday lecture class then headed home for lunch before heading out to the mall for my A&F shift dressing especially formal for my retail job, but I not only thought it would impress my boss wearing the nicest from our formal line, but would impress Matt as well, I hadn’t realized it would end up attracting so much attention from the shoppers. Finally it was getting close to 7 and my anticipation was building, I was so caught up in trying to figure out what Matt wanted to talk about. I walked right past him on the way out of the store. I stopped dead in my tracks as it registered that I just passed a hot well-dressed guy that resembled Matt, I turned and did a double take then walked back towards him, reached out and took his hand pulling slightly in my handshake and said let’s get out of here softly under my breath we strode to Matts car and I couldn’t hold back any longer I clutched him and we kissed, passionately we kissed then he opened my car door allowing me to get in, walked around to the driver’s side and got in, five minutes later we were pulling up to a valet stand and he was handing the car over to some strange cutie in a white shirt and black pants, he ushered me into the restaurant and we were soon seated. He ordered us wine and appetizers then asked if I wanted a soda or water, I said water. The waiter, who was a very cute red head, looked kind of familiar but I couldn’t place him, maybe I had helped him in the store or knew him from college, and brought us bread sticks with marinara. Then Matt dropped the bomb, he slid a large envelope across the table towards me, I looked at him and he indicated I should open it I did and pulled the contents from the package. I stared at what was in front of me, it was a smaller version of my mom’s photo attached to a paternity declaration I looked it over then looked at Matt then back to the documents in front of me. I was confused and elated all at the same time. If I had to pick someone as my dad Matt would be a good candidate. I had planned on starting the search for the mystery man in the photo after I graduated next year and this beautiful man landed on my doorstep solving that problem. I asked a couple questions then looked at the document again, the date of the request and the results was Wednesdays date. Matt had known when we had cuddled last night, when he pissed on me this morning when he fucked me in the shower that he was my dad. It shocked me and made me a little angry, but it turned me on more it was so kinky, it feed into my wild side, I think Matt thought I was going to explode and start yelling at him in the middle of this semi crowded restaurant, but I wasn’t and to calm his fears I pressed my leg into his I wanted to press my palm into his bulging crotch or his into mine to let him know how turned on I was but I noticed that the waiter was watching us he seemed to be getting a small tent under his apron and there were a couple tables which were still full of other patrons. I started picking at the appetizer and Matt seemed to relax. I realized that this couldn’t get much better and started asking questions I wanted to ask mom or Uncle Tony, but here was Dad and maybe he could give me the answers that had bugged me for years. We started talking as the entrée arrived and he told me what he knew of my mom and about things he and Uncle Tony had done, I was rock hard, as we finished and the waiter cleared our plated I got bold and not only ordered the molten chocolate cake but made overt suggestion to the waiter. He scrambled away the delivered dessert and the check, it was obvious he was disturbed by me hitting on him as he was very nervous all of a sudden I noticed him watching and stroking his bulge beneath his apron as Matt and I played and devoured the cake feeding each other, by now the restaurant was mostly empty Matt smiled as he looked at the bill the flipped out his credit card and closed the cover over it setting it on the edge of the table, when the waiter returned for it he looked flustered and quickly sped away after turning down the opportunity to join us at the table as he was technically off. Sam was his name and he was smoking hot, after returning with the charge slip to sign he stood for a moment talking with Matt and it was decide he would get a ride home from us since we made him miss his bus. Matt had signed the charge slip and Sam went to take it back for processing the final amount with the tip. Suddenly we heard him exclaim loudly then come running out to us, asking if we made a mistake, Matt indicated he checked his math and it was correct. Sam sat with us till we were ready to leave which wasn’t that long. Matt grabbed the envelope and we all stood to leave, we were all sporting wood and had large wet spots over our cock heads in our pants. We all strutted through the mostly empty restaurant out to the car. Sam sat directly behind me and as we pulled out onto the street he reached around and begun playing with my chest tickling my nipples. Matt drove to my place and we parked the car the fifteen minutes it took to make the trip proved informational as we discovered that Sam had been at high school with me and had a crush on me during his freshmen year. Now hear we were four years later and we were at my apartment, damn fate plays some interesting tricks on you. After I opened the door we all entered, for the first time since I met Matt, we didn’t start making out the minute we got into the door. We all sat on the couch with me on one end and Matt on the other with Sam in the middle. Sam was blushing as I got up and went into the kitchen and got each of us a beer, I was about to give Sam one, then asked you sure you want one you can’t tell anyone where you got it he answered “My dad’s been letting me have a beer since I was 15 as long as I kept it in the house and didn’t go out and do something stupid” I told him “well this isn’t your house, and I won’t guarantee we won’t get crazy and wild” Sam just laughed “I’m kind of counting on that” I sat back down beside Sam and he reached over and caressed my thigh while taking in a gulp of his beer, he set down his beer then leaned into me breathing in my essence “You know I have fantasized about this for four years, I never thought it would ever happen” he whispered into my ear I covered his lips with mine and put my hand behind his neck pulling him for the kiss, his hands roamed over my chest finding my nipples and unbuttoning my shirt I moved around without ever losing the lip lock I had on the boy, I returned the favor and unbuttoned his shirt exposing the undershirt beneath, he unbuttoned the cuffs and slowly slid it off his shoulders then removed it altogether “You certainly are not that scrawny redhead that used to spy on us in the shower after La Crosse practice anymore” I pulled the hem of his tee shirt out of his pants and worked my hands across his pecs then lifted the tee off over his head as he raise his arms, his strong boy musk hit my senses, Mat who had been watch us then moved in and began caressing Sam as well, I couldn’t resist as I held his arms above his head to dive in and bury myself in his armpits licking the days sweat from his boy pits, he didn’t use deodorant because he tasted of pure boy, hot sweaty boy who had worked hard pleasing others since his last shower, most likely just before reporting to work. As I tongued his ripe pits, Mat began kissing and tasting the boys nipples and his other pit working Sam into a frenzy, he pulled Matt into a hot passionate kiss with some sloppy tongue play, I worked my way across Sam’s chest and added my own tongue to the mixture of mouths colliding. I had managed to work Sam’s pants unfastened and unzipped reaching into his briefs and pulled the boys straining cock to the waistband, he was large it poked past his belly button, I stroked the head and he wiggled his ass letting Matt remove his pants, he lifted his ass again and the briefs slid down as well. Sam sat there naked before us as we both looked down on him, he was sporting a good 9.5 -10 inch piece of meat not incredibly thick but we were sure it would please anyone who got the opportunity to ride it. “No wonder you spied on us in the showers swinging with that piece growing in your pants” I quipped, we all laughed just before he took my shirt off of me then managed to strip Matt out of his clothes as well, we all sat, fondling each other jerking each other off on the couch, Matt and I both leaned in and kissed Sam at the same time and ended up kissing each other, then transferring those kisses to Sam’s beautiful lips, we worked our way down his body till one of us took his cock into our mouths, we worked our tongues around the boys shaft then Matt lifted a leg and started licking his balls, taint and finally his puckered hole, Sam started moaning as Matt rimmed him drooling large amounts of precum, I lapped it up and Matt backed off slightly, I knew what I wanted from Sam I wanted to take that ass “So you ready for me boy you ready to take my cock up your sweet virgin hole” Sam just moaned louder and rolled over on all fours offering up his ass, I fingered his hole, Matt had done a good job of loosening up and wetting the boy’s hole I just slid my finger in and wiggled, not that he was loose by any means but had great muscle control. Matt applied lube and spit to my cock and I slipped the head into Sam’s hole “you sure you’ve never been fucked before” I asked “Not by a real live cock, I’ve used a dildo quite frequently though” “Damn” I slid more of my cock into Sam and he began bucking back onto my rod, before long I was pounding him hard and fast, I wasn’t going to last long in this hot hole, I slowed down my thrust and Matt helped distract me with kisses and playing with my nipples and such but that just sent me into overdrive and I was soon blasting my seed into our new friend. As I pulled out Matt slid in, I offered up my cock to Sam to suck off the remnants of my fucking and he accepted with glee, by the time he had me cleaned off I was rock hard again and ready to go for seconds on his ass. After Matt and I had seeded Sam twice each it was really getting late and Sam decided to addend his text to his dad and tell him he was staying over at a friend’s house and would see him Sunday. I lead Sam to my room where he climbed onto the bed with Matt and me. We were soon snuggled into another round of sex but after playing for a while we all drifted off to sleep I awoke the next morning at around 8 with a hot body pressing into me with their cock and my cock buried in Matts asshole, I wiggled my butt a bit and the precum Sam was spewing was enough to ease the entry of his monster into my receptive rump I woke Mat in a similar way as I penetrated his sphincter and began fucking my dad as my new boy fucked me. What a way to start a weekend and end a week.

CHAPTER 2 – THE POOL PARTY Dalton’s family has a private backyard with a large pool—or mostly private, anyway. Our two houses are perched next to each other on an embankment that juts out from the street like a natural cul de sac, effectively separating us from the other lots in the neighborhood. A fence runs along our shared property line, and we planted a thick grove of trees to give both houses a greater sense of seclusion. Not that it matters. Brian and I are voyeurs, so “seclusion” is a relative term. Before Dalton moved in, we lived next to a family of five, and the Dad was a silver fox type who would jack off in the Jacuzzi when he thought no one was watching. We discovered it by accident: one summer evening, we happened to be fucking a boy under the stars when we heard a sharp grunt from our neighbor’s house. We sneaked over to the property line just in time to see the silver fox climbing out of the hot tub, his impressive erection still at half-mast. The next evening, Brian and I cleared out a few spots in the foliage where we could have an unobstructed view of our neighbors’ backyard without fear of discovery. Then we sat next to the fence and waited, passing the time by jacking each other’s dicks; before long, I was wrapping my mouth around Brian’s thick shaft while he worked two fingers into my fuckhole with generous globs of Tina-laced lube. My ass began pushing back on him, squeezing his fingers as if trying to swallow his hand. Finally, he pulled me off his dick and fed me the fingers he’d been working into my hole. As I slurped greedily on the taste of my chemmed-up guts, Brian stared into my eyes with his trademark combination of adoration and amusement. “Oh, my hot little piggy,” he whispered, “I sometimes forget what a trashy little chemwhore you are.” “Not only that,” I replied. “I’m your trashy little chemwhore.” He flashed an evil grin before sliding his fingers back inside my hole, this time working a little rock of T into the liquid warmth already radiating from my ass to my cock to my nips. At last, when I couldn’t wait any longer, I removed his fingers from my ass, positioned my hole directly above his precum-slick cock, and lowered myself onto my man’s throbbing shaft in a single hungry downward thrust of my hips. Just then, as I was fully impaled on Brian’s twitching raw cock, the silver fox walked onto the adjoining back patio. Within a matter of seconds, he dropped his bathrobe—revealing a muscular mid-40s physique with salt-and-pepper fur—and sank into the hot tub. His head fell back; his mouth dropped open. And then his right shoulder began to shake as he beat his meat, unseen by us, beneath the surface of the water. Almost by reflex, I began milking Brian’s dick with my hole as I watched our neighbor stroke his cock. Then my husband wrapped his arms around me and began thrusting up into my hole, my entire body trembling in anticipation as I braced for a load of his warm poz cum. Moments later, we heard the silver fox grunt—the same grunt as the night before. And as we watched, he pushed his hips and his cock above the water, letting his cum fly in a thick spray from his fat mushroom head. Three distinct ropes of jizz flew into the air, then down into the froth of the Jacuzzi. And that’s when I felt Brian’s raw dick pulsing and flexing deep inside me, flooding my tweaked fuckhole with a fresh dose of his potent strain. Over the next two years, the silver fox jacked off many more times while we watched from the bushes. We started calling it “the late show,” and we caught it whenever we could. Most of the time, I sat on Brian’s dick when the silver fox started cumming, and Brian obliged with another buttful of poz seed. In fact, it became such a regular ritual for us that when our neighbors moved across the country, it was almost like our favorite TV show had been canceled. We shouldn’t have worried. As it turns out, the real show was just about to start. * * * Jesse secured us a spot at the pool party. He explained that the adults weren’t really expected to swim—they mostly sat around drinking and talking while their kids played in the pool. When the day of the party arrived, Brian and I chose tank tops to show off a little muscle and fur. We also wanted Dalton to catch a glimpse of the bulges in our board shorts, so we boosted the profile of our packages by wearing cockrings under tight white jockstraps. We arrived when the party was in full swing. As we passed through the sliding glass doors and entered the back patio, I saw Dalton on the opposite end of the pool, lifting himself out of the water, his swimsuit clinging tightly to his ass while a cascade ran down the muscles of his back and splashed against the elastic of his waistband. I glanced over at Brian, and I could tell he saw the same thing. His eyes, like mine, were glazed over with pure hunger for that hot little stud’s hole. The hostess—Dalton’s Mom—took us through the crowd, introducing us to people we didn’t care to remember. (We did, however, run into a few of Dalton’s football buddies, all of whom would look fucking fantastic buck-naked and spread-eagled, trussed up in our sling and forcibly impaled on anonymous poz cock.) Finally, our hostess waved to Dalton, who was chatting up some bitch by the pool. Must be Melissa, I thought to myself. I hope she’s enjoying that boy’s dick, because she might not be getting it much longer. I watched Dalton strut our way, his tight pecs leading the rest of his body in a cocky little bow-legged stride. Meanwhile, his wet swimsuit clung tightly to his cock, confirming the presence of a thick, fleshy piece of meat between those muscular legs. He gave both of us the once-over. And as he did, his expression changed: he didn’t grow visibly uncomfortable, but his face went oddly blank. “Dalton, these are our new neighbors. Meet Brian and Tom.” “Hey,” Dalton said noncommittally, holding out his hand for a quick shake. “Hey, buddy,” Brian replied. “Great party.” Dalton nodded vaguely. “Yeah, it's pretty cool.” An awkward pause. Then, turning to his Mom: “I need to grab another burger.” “K, hon,” she said with a pained smile. “There’s plenty of food, so eat all you want.” As Dalton walked away, quickly regaining his confident strut, she turned to us and shook her head. “Sorry about that. I swear he used to have manners.” “Oh, it’s fine,” I assured him. “Teenagers, you know?” I glanced back toward the barbecue, and caught Dalton looking our way again, his face still impossible to read. “He’s a little freaked out by us,” Brian said a few minutes later, leaning in close to me as we sat by the pool. “Definitely,” I replied. “Freaked out and fascinated. Poor little faggot.” * * * By that point, our dicks were straining against the fabric of our shorts. We needed release, and our first chance at Dalton wouldn’t come for another week at least. So when we were introduced to Charlene, a bottle-blond cougar who’d recently divorced and taken up with a much younger personal trainer named Jace, I saw the opportunity to let off some steam. Jace was clearly dumb as a post, but I didn’t mind—after all, that’s what muzzles are for. He was in his mid-20s, furry and scruffy, with a chiseled body that showed through his tight T-shirt. And from the moment I looked in his eyes, I had no doubt he was at least bisexual. After chatting him up for 10 minutes or so, I found what I was looking for: a pretext to get him back to our place. He said he was really into the Fast and Furious series, and I told him we’d just bought an imported box set that included tons of never-before-seen footage. Would he like to see it, maybe even borrow it? Of course he would. (Do we own any of the Fast and Furious movies? Of course we don't.) I winked at Brian as Jace and I slipped away from the party. Leading Charlene’s trophy-jock across the yard, I showed him through our front door and closed it firmly behind us. Then he and I stood in the entryway, staring at each other for a good minute or two. No mention of Fast and the Furious. We just stared. My cock twitched in anticipation, then twitched again. Finally, I glanced down at my crotch, gave my dick one more giant twitch, then looked back at Jace. With no change of expression, he simply dropped to his knees, pulled down my zipper, and fished out my rock-hard cock. It glistened with a layer of fresh precum. Opening his mouth wide, he engulfed me, sucking greedily and noisily—an experienced cocksucker for sure. I reached down to the small of his back and snapped the waistband of his shorts. He took my cue: with both hands, he gave his shorts a firm downward yank, exposing the muscled curve of his ass. My dick responded by drooling a long, thick rope of toxic cum into his mouth. “I need to fuck you,” I growled. He paused to consider. “You clean, dude?” My favorite dumbass question. “Of course,” I said with a smirk. “OK, cool—but you still gotta wear a rubber.” “No problem.” I grabbed him by the shoulders and guided him to his feet as I pointed toward the bedroom. “Now go get naked and wait for me on the edge of the bed.” Without even nodding, he did as he was told. Meanwhile, I grabbed the Tina-laced lube and followed him, shedding my clothes as I went. Entering the bedroom, I found Jace wearing nothing but a backwards ballcap, on all fours, his back perfectly arched to expose a clean-shaven, wide-open hole. I was a little disappointed that such a hot, furry boy would shave his ass, but then I remembered that a lot of closeted “straight” boys do that—they don’t seem to realize that pigs like me often appreciate a man’s hairy butt, especially when it’s dripping with piss and sweat and seed. “Look at you and your little shaved pussy,” I said to him, and he whimpered in reply. “You shave this because you hope some stud will mistaken you for just another bitch, huh?” Another whimper. “I bet you jack off thinking about a nice fat dick filling your cunt the way it needs to be filled. Don't you, boy?” He wagged his butt up and down, as if to say fuck yeah. “Of course you do, you fuckin’ faggot. Now listen, bitch: I’m gonna lube you up. But this lube is special—it’ll feel a little warm at first. It might even burn. That’s just how it works. Sort of like Icy Hot, you know? It’ll relax your ass muscles. Cool?” He nodded his head, his jockbutt still bobbing up and down eagerly. I scooped up a thick glob of our magic pig-lube with my right hand, spread his fuckhole apart with my left, and used two fingers to firmly push a healthy dose of greased-up chems into that eager, defenseless cunt. He tensed up, probably feeling the burn, but I just stayed inside him, rubbing his lower back with my free hand, slowly rotating my fingers to work the T into the lining of his hole. After a bit more squirming, he gradually exhaled in a low, guttural moan, and I felt a radiant warmth pass across the skin on my knuckles. He pushed his ass back against my fingers, taking me deeper. I grinned triumphantly: mine. As I removed my fingers, he yelped in frustration. I laughed. “Don’t worry, boy—I’m just putting a little more grease for your hole.” I scooped up an even bigger glob, this time with three fingers, then pushed all three into him, massaging his quivering fuckhole as he made a sound that was almost like purring. Then I pulled out again, and he reached back to spread his cunt wide open. “Patience, fag, patience. My fingers can’t get far enough inside you. If this lube’s gonna do your hole any good, it needs to penetrate further. That way you’ll be totally ready for my cock.” I reached into a side drawer and pulled out a needleless syringe that I’d prepared a few hours earlier by dissolving a strong bump of T in a little bit of water. (I always try to have at least one fully prepared booty bump on hand, just in case.) “You want to get lubed up nice and deep, bitch? Want to get your hole all good and ready for my dick?” He answered with a wordless groan. “Good answer, pig.” I inserted the plastic syringe as far as it would go, then pushed the plunger to deliver a giant payload into his guts. He arched his back even more as I pressed gently on his tailbone, letting gravity do the work of priming his hole for pozzing. As the drugs seized control of his brain, his butthole started quivering. I rubbed the length of my dick along that hungry musclebutt; he responded by burrowing his head deeper into the sheets and spreading his legs a little more. “Oh, and one more thing, pig,” I said to him, pressing my mushroom head against his taint, “I don’t use rubbers. Ever. And if you insist on a condom, you’re not getting my dick. Understood?” He reached back and spread his hole a little wider. “You just spread your hole for me. Does that mean you want me to bareback your hungry hole?” No answer. “Tell me, pig,” I said, grabbing a rough handful of his hair and pulling his head back. “Do you want my raw cock?” “Fuck dude, whatever,” he said, his voice shaking now. “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please shove your dick in me.” “Not sure I heard that, pig. Say it again.” “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please give me your dick. I need your fuckin’ cock, bro.” “You want my raw cock to slide in you, pound you bareback, and fill you up with a load of my seed?” “I’ll do whatever you want, fucker. Just please, please give me your dick. I can’t believe how fuckin’ hungry I am. Please feed me, dude.” “Feed you what?” “Cock, cum, anything. Seriously, bro. I’m begging you.” I grinned. “Good boy. Now brace yourself.” He exhaled—a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, I held his ass in place with my left hand. With my right, I slid the head of my cock inside his smooth fuckhole, just holding it there for about 10 seconds as I lubed his butt with some of my toxic precum. At last, with no further warning, I pushed the entire length of my raw dick into him. He let out another deep sigh as his starving cunt spasmed against the skin of my shaft. “You like this raw cock inside you, boy?” “Fuck, dude. Please pound my hole.” “You got any plans tonight?” “Yeah. Just with my girl.” “I want you to cancel. Got it? Cancel your plans.” “Whatever you want, bro. Please just fuck me.” “I’ll fuck you—don’t worry. But first you need to do what I say.” “Absolutely. Whatever you say.” “Alright, boy—then here’s what we’re doing. We’re getting dressed. We’re going back to the party. We’re saying our goodbyes. You’re cancelling your plans. And then you’re coming back here to get pounded by raw dick all night long. Are we clear, faggot?” “Fuckin’ A. Yes, dude.” “Don’t you worry, boy—your patience will be rewarded. I promise you that.” As we talked, my cock kept twitching deep inside him—and with each twitch, his wide-open hole absorbed another little dose of my virus. He would need as much viral lube as he could get, because in a few hours he’d be at the mercy of Tristan, our merciless dealer. Tristan was full of surprises, but one thing was certain: by the time he got his dick in this boy’s slammed-up hole, Charlene would definitely need to find a new personal trainer to fuck. MORE SOON...

2. Greg I turned to Clint. "Head up and start to unpack?" I asked him. "Sure," he said. He led the way, this time taking the stairs rather than waiting for the still-busy elevators. I followed him, staring at his ass. The years he had played soccer had paid off. His ass was perfect, like two firm melons side by side. I wanted to bury my face in there, lick his hole until he was wet and moaning, and then sink my cock deep. But I forced myself to keep my hands off him. I had noticed him checking out a girl earlier, and besides, he was my roommate. Once in the room, I went straight for the fridge. "It's getting hot today. Want a beer?" "Sure," he said. He went to one of the shopping bags, and pulled out the fan he had bought. As we sipped our beers, he started to assemble it. "This should help a bit," he said, "for unpacking." My first target was the small duffle bag. There was a joint in there, and the afternoon was going to be much better if I had a proper buzz. "Share a joint?" I said, offering it to Clint for the first puff. "What is it?" he asked. "A joint. You know, pot." I wondered if he was really that naive. "Oh. Right." He looked a bit sheepish. "It would be my first time," he said. "That kind of stuff is illegal in the Mid-east. Like years in a hell-hole prison or death penalty illegal. But sure, I guess." At least he had a good excuse and wasn't going to be a prude about it. "Cool. It's good stuff, and since this is your first time, maybe just a bit? I'll go first; watch me." I lit the joint, and did a long draw. "Hold it for a bit," I continued, and then exhaled. I handed him the lit joint. He did a decent hit, and tried to hold it. But a few seconds later, he collapsed in a fit of coughing, exhaling it all. "Don't worry," I said. "That's what happens your first time. Even I still cough sometimes as well. Do one more hit," I said. He did another hit, this time he managed to avoid coughing for a few more seconds. He handed it back to me. "It's harsh," he said. "And I'm not feeling anything yet." "Give it a few minutes," I said. I went into my bedroom, and dug through the boxes. I found a small plate to use as an ashtray. Before I went back to the living room, I sent a quick text to Nathan. "He's a weed virgin. Probably virgin, period." Back in the living room, Clint had finished putting together the fan. He stuck it in the window and turned it on. "What do you think about the living room?" he asked me. We discussed various options and occasionally moved the sofa and tables around to see what it would look like. We continued to talk about ourselves. Clint asked me a lot of questions about Nathan, like what kind of photographer he was, how long he and Jason had been together, and how often we hung out. Clint seemed to find Nathan fascinating; I wondered if he had met many gay men as masculine and as comfortable as Nathan in Kuwait. Or even any out gay men at all. Although the fan helped some, soon, in the afternoon heat, we had worked up a bit of a sweat. Between the heat, the beer, and the weed, I wanted to get at least my shirt off. I offered Clint the joint again. "Take two hits, then pass it on. That's the tradition." He took two hits, and then handed it back to me. "Just a sec," he said, heading into the bathroom. While I waited for him, I texted Nathan. "Damn, it's hot. I want to take off my shirt," "If I were there, I'd take off you shirt. And your shorts," he replied back almost immediately "Yeah, whatever. I think you fascinate Clint. He's been asking me about you all afternoon," I texted back. The fan wasn't cutting it in the afternoon sun, so I gave in. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it into the corner. Right as I did, Clint stepped out of the bathroom. "Was getting too hot in here," I said, explaining my shirtless state. "No kidding. Back home, we usually just take a nap now." He pulled off his shirt as well. I tried not to stare at his nearly perfect torso. There was just the right amount of fat to smooth out the muscles, and the lightest dusting of dirty blond hair over his chest. There was a slightly thicker trail leading down from his navel into his shorts, perfectly framed by his cum gutters. He was saying something about another possible arrangement of the room, but I barely heard him. "Think that would work?" he asked. "Sure," I said. I had no idea what he had said, but I had to cover how I had been mentally undressing him. "Help me move this?" he asked, indicating the sofa. "Of course," I said. As he walked by me, he caught his foot on the edge of a rug. He stumbled, and instinctively, I reached out to grab him. I caught him but then immediately wished I had not. To catch him I had wrapped my arms around his chest and now his warm body was pressed against me. We were entangled like that for a moment too long, and I wanted to have never even tried. Then that long moment stretched out into a moment far, far too long. I had no idea how I was going to explain the moment to him that wouldn't end any possible friendship immediately. Clint smiled and his piercing grey-blue eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun. And then there wasn't enough time in the world to hold him properly. Almost simultaneously, we leaned in together to kiss. Both moving in at the same time, we totally missed each other and my cheek rubbed up against his chinstrap beard. It was softer than I expected. I wondered what it would feel like against my hole. Clint wrapped his arms around me and we tried the kiss again. This time our lips met perfectly and our tongues easily pressed into the other's mouth. I ceased to worry and enjoyed it. Slightly buzzed, slightly stoned, in the arms of a hot young man, my roommate, I was making out with him and I didn't want it to end. After our tongues spent long decades exploring each other's mouths, Clint broke off our kiss. In truth, the kiss had been less than a minute, but a minute that had changed everything. Although he had stopped kissing me, he made no move to unwrap his arms from me and I continued to hold him as well. "Hello," he said, finally. "Hello," I said. I leaned in again, and his lips parted for me. My tongue went back into his warm, welcoming mouth. It was another minute that felt like only a quick second. This time I had to break it off in order to breathe. "Yeah," Clint said. Then he kissed me once more. He pressed his firm, hard body against me. I felt his dick straining against his shorts. Mine was just as hard, and was leaking pre-cum into my underwear. This was all so easy. I didn't want any part of it to end. "Let's move the sofa. Then we can get on it?" Clint asked me. "Yeah," I said. Even though we had agreed on a plan of attack, it still took us several more minutes of making out before we were even ready to carry out our plans. Finally, we forced ourselves to separate long enough to move the couch. Once we had done that, Clint checked his phone, and laughed. "What?" I asked. I picked up my own phone, and saw there was a message from Nathan. "Go for it," it said. "Oh. I had texted Nathan that I thought you were hot. He just texted me back, 'Go for it.'" It was my turn to laugh. "I texted him the same thing. And he texted me back the same thing as well." Clint had started to peck away at his phone. "What are you telling Nathan?" "Too Late" "Excellent," I said. I quickly send the same message to Nathan. A few moments later, Clint's phone buzzed, then mine. "Good?" read the message from Nathan. I texted him back, "Very good. My first project." Clint got two more beers out of the fridge. Nathan texted me back, "That's my dark, dirty poz boy. Try 'Raw Love' in the DVDs I gave you" This time, Clint's phone didn't buzz. Clint handed a beer to me. "To college adventures. With a fucking hot man," I said. "Together," I added. "To adventures," Clint echoed. "With my sexy roommate." We clinked bottles, and then each took a sip. "You know Jason has done nude modeling, don't you?" "Yeah. Nathan's done it as well. And they've done stuff together too. Why?" "I lost track the number of times I've jerked off to Jason." "Ha," I said. "I've jerked off to their movies." "Movies?" he asked. "I've never seen those." "Yeah," I said. The black case Nathan had given me was lying on the coffee table. I opened it up; as I expected, there was a bottle of poppers, some lube, and some DVDs. The titles were scribbled in black pen on the plain DVDs. The first one was labeled "Raw Love." "You want to see one?" I asked. "I guess. Although it's only going to make me horny." "You're not already?" I asked. I ran my hand over his crotch. His cock was hard, straining against the shorts. It felt like it was a pretty big. I resisted the urge to pull off his shorts immediately. Instead, I stuck the DVD in my computer, and put the laptop on the coffee table. The screen went black, and then almost immediately, it was a scene of Jason and Nathan. They were sitting on a couch, both of them in jockstraps. They were talking; I turned up the volume a bit. They were talking about how long they had been together. Off screen an unseen cameraman asked them, "And always raw?" Jason nodded, and Nathan answered, "Always." With that, the two of them started to make out, slowly progressing to Jason licking Nathan's cock. Clint was sitting next to me on the couch; we were only half watching the video. Most of the time we were making out and exploring each other's bodies. His hair was amazingly soft and delicate. It wasn't just his beard but also his chest hair. I did my best to pace myself. I didn't want to strip him down too fast. On-screen, the action had progressed. Jason was sitting on Nathan's cock, the familiar thick shaft sliding into his smooth hole. Of course it was bareback; nothing had ever come between them. Clint noticed it. "No condoms?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Bareback." "Is that safe?" "Nothing in life is completely safe," I said, hedging my bets. "Does Nathan have HIV?" he asked. "Yeah. He's poz." "Is Jason?" "Yeah." There was a much longer silence. Clint watched the screen. Jason was sliding up and down on Nathan's raw cock and the two men were kissing deeply. Finally, he spoke. "You?" Now it was my turn to be silent. "I don't know," I finally said. He might have been my first project, but I wanted to be honest with him. I had to be honest with him. After all, I was still going to live with him for the rest of the year. Clint ran his hand down my chest, coming to rest on my groin. He traced out the outline of my cock straining against my shorts. "Do you know how they got it? I mean, HIV?" "Yeah, Nathan told me the story on our trip." I pulled Clint closer to me and he pressed his body against mine. "Nathan got it from his first partner. And he gave it to Jason." Clint gave me a kiss on the neck. "They never used condoms." Clint gave me another kiss, this time on the lips. "I want you to fuck me," he said. "I want to fuck you." "It looks so easy. So hot. So..." He stopped talking, but his fingers continued to rub against my erection. "Intimate?" I asked. "Yeah. Intimate." "It is," I said. Yes, I wanted to fuck Clint raw to poz him up, but more than that, I had to fuck Clint raw in order to truly know him. A condom would only be a thin piece of rubber, but it would be the same as a thick stone wall between us. "You think it's going to be ok?" he asked me. "I don't know. But, our first college adventure? Together, like really together?" "Yeah," he said. I pushed him back on the sofa and got on top of him. We kissed again. Now, we were not quite as shy about it, and we enjoyed it to the fullest. Clint reached down and fumbled with the button and zipper on my shorts. Once he got them open, he pushed them down. I was left in just my underwear. I did the same to Clint. I was brave enough, or just horny enough to pull off both his shorts and his underwear at once. His cock was erect, and there was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I rubbed my finger against it and scooped it up. I tasted it; it was sweet and salty and pure and perfect, all at the same time. Clint moaned as I fondled his shaft, spreading his legs and wiggling his ass in pleasure. I got off the couch just long enough to take off my own underwear. I then kneelt back down on the floor and wrestled Clint into position. His ass was hanging off the side of the sofa and I spread his legs in order to press my face into his crack. It was warm with just the right amount of fur and a little moist from the heat of the day and our exertions. My tongue sought out his tight hole. This immediately elicited a moan of pleasure from Clint. I proceeded to lick it, tease it, and was able to gently open him up. "Oh Greg," he grunted. "That feels amazing. Like nothing else I've ever felt." I took my time. I was pretty sure he was either a virgin or very inexperienced and he had to enjoy it. There was no need to rush either; it was still early in the afternoon, and our first orientation activity wouldn't begin for several hours. We could do this properly, do it slow, do it deep and long, and leave him desperate for more. I rimmed his hole for what seemed like hours, as he opened further up for me. When his hole seemed sufficiently relaxed, I began to play at it with my fingers. He moaned when my index finger first penetrated him. It was hard for me to fight back the urge to go straight for the kill. I was tempted by even just a hint of the warmth of his body around my finger. "This is good, isn't it?" he asked me. His face was a confused mess: simultaneously ecstatic at the new sensations his body was giving him, but also scared and unsure about where these explorations would lead him. "Very good," I said. My own cock was throbbing; a bead of pre-cum had formed at the tip. I scooped it up and pressed the finger into his hole. "Feel ok?" I asked, as the first of my dangerous fluids entered his body. "Fuck yeah," he said. I was still kneeling down in front of his hole. I watched his ass pull on my finger; it disappeared into his muscular butt. I had gone into sex with Nathan with my eyes wide open. I knew all of the dangers and risks of having sex without protection. I knew the dangers of having sex with a positive man. I wanted it. I wanted the Nathan and I wanted the virus he carried. But, I wasn't sure if Clint knew what he was getting himself into. Although I had only known him for a few hours, we already had something complex and wonderful. I didn't want to risk that by not telling him the entire truth. But also, I didn't want to jeopardize my chances to get inside him and feel my cock slide against that perfect muscle hole. I pulled my finger out and poured a bit of lube on his hole. My cock started to slide into his crack. Our eyes locked and then our lips locked together while our tongues explored each other's mouths. "I need to tell you something first," I said, breaking off the kiss. My cock was pressed up against his hole. "I want you inside me," he said. "Fuck, don't stop now." "It's important," I said. However, he was eagerly rubbing his ass against my cock and against my best intentions, I reached down and helped my cockhead just barely enter his hole. "No. This is important," he replied. "Important to me. Important to us." He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled himself against me. I was already hard, I was already wanting inside of him, and I was already perfectly positioned. His latest provocation was more than I could resist and I stopped trying to hold back. I let myself enter him. His hole was hot and tight and there was enough lube to let me slide into him. Any restraint in further penetration would require a serious effort on my part. "I need this so badly," he said, as my raw shaft slid into him ever further. I stopped trying to resist him. I took just enough time to pour some more lube on my shaft, enough to make it easy for him to take. Then, slowly and carefully, I pressed my fat rod into his tender hole. As I pressed further into him, his smile grew larger, deliriously happy to finally be getting what he had dreamt about and jerked off to for so long. When we were both used to my presence inside him, I stopped trying to open him up and began to fuck him properly. "You're so tight. So warm," I said, leaning in for another kiss. He wasn't as good as the other men, Nathan, Jason or Sean, but he was a virgin and still very much a novice in getting fucked. He was doing a great job; what he lacked in talent, he made up for in enthusiasm. Not until I was almost all the way inside him did he even wince. Even that was taken care of with me staying still for a few moments, letting him get used to me. "You're so hard. It feels so powerful inside of me." We continued to make out. All the while my cock dripped pre-cum into his innocent hole. Neither of us knew what my pre-cum was capable of. It was an ambiguous fluid: slippery, smooth, alive, and perhaps deadly as well. "What did you want to tell me?" he asked. By that time, my balls were slapping against his ass. I didn't know how to tell him any more. There were other things that were far more important now. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "Do you want me to pull out?" "Do you want to pull out?" he responded. "No, I don't." "Then I don't want you pull out either." "But," I began, but before I could finish, he pulled me down for another kiss. For a moment, I stopped worrying; I just enjoyed his warm hole and his tight embrace. But, finally, I had to say something. "I've been having unprotected sex with guys who are positive." He was quiet for a moment, but made no effort to push me off of him, or force me out of his hole. "Nathan?" he asked. But he tightened his hole around my cock and squeezed out another few drops of pre-cum. I nodded. "You?" he continued. "Are you positive?" "I don't know." It was the truth. I wanted three things in my life at that moment. First, more than anything else, I wanted Clint. Second, I wanted to be poz. And third and finally, I wanted to share this precious gift with Clint. I couldn't imagine a world where I couldn't get all three of them. The two of us were still. I stopped thrusting into his body, and beneath me, he was motionless. Time slowed down while he tried to assimilate everything that I had told him and his own desires. Finally, he made another movement. He pulled me close against his body. His breath was hot against my ear "Don't pull out. Don't ever pull out," he said, in a barely audible whisper. "Are you sure?" I asked, whispering into Clint's ear, just as he had whispered into mine. I had talked a good game with Nathan, telling him how I wanted to poz up the hot guys in college. Now, with one naked and impaled on my raw cock, when I actually had the chance, the reality was a lot more difficult. I felt something warm and wet on my cheek. Before could Clint answer, I saw that he had tears in his eyes. "I really don't know. But this, this closeness, is what I always want. From the moment I saw you, I wanted it with you." We kissed again, his tongue entering my mouth. It came as a shock that I wanted this closeness just as badly as Clint did. My cock twitched in pleasure, glad that it had been granted permission to fulfill its evolutionary mission, it was going to get to shoot its hot load into a wet, accepting hole. "I can't hold back much longer," I moaned. Nathan had kept me on edge the entire week, and I had barely exhausted the reserves my balls had built up. Now, Clint was going to be the lucky recipient of these rich resources. I wished I knew for sure if my semen had the same deadly power as Nathan's, but for now, it was more than enough to have blanket permission to breed my roommate's hot hole. "Cum in me," Clint begged, and I did. The first spurt was thick, long spray of sperm that shot hard out of my engorged cock and landed deep into Clint's body. There was an immediate sense of relief, as the pressure that had built up in my balls was released. The next few spurts were longer and even more intense. I was dribbling my spunk all along the depth of Clint's hole, asserting my ownership of this fertile, virgin territory. "Fill me up, Greg," he asked me. I easily recognized that need in his voice. Just a few days ago, I had the same need when I was begging Nathan to fuck me. "Fucking fill me up every fucking day." "Every night and every morning, bro," I said, as I thrust back into him and another spurt shot out of my cock. I had shot a big load, and it was easy for me to feel my semen squishing around inside of him and against my cock. "You've got a fucking amazing ass." "Your cock feels great inside of me," he said. My orgasm was slowly fading. Although my immediate need for release had been satiated, my cock refused to soften. I continued to gently thrust in and out of Clint, working my load into his delicate tissues. I wanted my seed to stay with him and become a part of him forever. We made out, not saying anything, just feeling the naturalness of our skin-on-skin fuck. "First time?" I asked. There was that unique combination of timidity and eagerness to Clint that made me think he was still new at this. It was endearing and sweet: everything would be still new and wonderful for him. I found it easy for me to get caught up in his pleasure. "Yeah," he said, blushing. "It's a very different environment back home." "Don't worry," I said. "I'm glad I was here for it." "Me too," he said. He pulled me in for another kiss. "Really happy it was you. This is going to be a fun year," he continued. "Definitely," I said. "Fun few years." My cock was beginning to soften, and soon, it would fall out. "Have to pull out," I said. "You going to keep my load up there, Bro?" "Hell yeah," he said. I pulled out of Clint, doing my best to leave as much of my sperm inside of him as I could. Only a few drops escaped, and I pressed them back into him. He grunted in pleasure as my finger entered him, obviously glad to have something up his hole again. Clint's cock was still hard and the trail of fuzz running up to his navel was wet with his pre-cum. I took his cockhead into my mouth, running my tongue around and over it. His pre-cum was a perfect combination of sweet and salty, tempered with the innocence of youth. Even though I had licked it all up, I still wanted more. He sighed in pleasure and obliged my desires; his cock continued to drip a steady stream of his fluid. I worked my way down his shaft, swallowing every drop of it. I was nowhere near as good of a cocksucker as Nathan, but I didn't think I was that bad. I had managed to get all of him in my mouth with the head just pressing into my throat. Clint's dick was just the right size and shape to be big enough, but not so big as to be unwieldy. It was easy for me to alternate between long strokes down the length of the shaft and then shift to concentrating on his sensitive head. I kept this up for a few minutes. There was a pleasurable sense of submission in sucking Clint's cock; the school-yard taunt of "cocksucker" was now a badge of pride. I knew how good I was making Clint feel, and it made me happy as well. "I'm going to cum soon," Clint said. "Can I shoot in your mouth?" I couldn't say anything with my mouth full of cock, but I did my best to nod. I kept on sucking his hard shaft. "Oh fuck yeah," he said, thrusting his hips up and his cock into my mouth. In a pattern I was now very familiar with, his cock stiffened, swelled, and then his thick and rich cream erupted into my mouth. I didn't even try to taste the first spurt but swallowed it without thinking. It was an instinctive response; I wanted to always have a part of Clint in me and have something to remember him by. "Oh god," he moaned, as he continued to pump out his hot sperm. These were smaller and thus easier to savor before I swallowed them. He had a tasty load, and I could have swallowed it all night. Unfortunately, I was able to drain his balls far too soon and then he pulled me off his cock. "Too sensitive," he gasped, as one more drop of cum formed at the tip of his cock. I quickly licked it off before he could stop me. "I know the feeling," I said. I kissed him, letting him taste the sperm that was still in my mouth. We stayed lip-locked, catching out breath, and feeling our naked bodies pressed against each other. I think we could have been there all afternoon. Finally the DVD ended, and the music of the main menu started to distract us. "Shower?" I asked Clint, finally breaking off our make-out session. "Yeah," he said. "Now I just need to find a towel," I said, as I got up from kneeling in front of the couch. "I've got an extra," he said. "In the bathroom." "Cool," I said. "I'll find mine sooner or later." I surveyed the boxes and bags I still needed to unpack. This first weekend was already shaping up to be a pleasurable mix of weed, beer, and sex, with unpacking being very low on the list of our priorities. Clint headed into the bathroom, and I heard the water running soon after. I took a moment to quickly text Nathan about my first conquest before I followed him into our bathroom.