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Sufferer of hyperspermia and yeah in the beginning I was deeply ashamed of it. I didn't think it was natural and it always created such a big mess everywhere that was a pain to clean up when I jerked off. The worst thing was that I used to be pretty religious and the horn would hit me like a truck out of nowhere and I would have to concentrate so hard to ignore my urges to cum. Plus, when I actually do cum I can reload immediately. My record is 6 loads back to back before I need to let my balls fill up again but man there was almost no let up from the urge to shoot. So my long-term ex bf saw sex as a quick means to an end and back then we only used condoms. Try using condoms when you can blow 20 shots, it literally overflows any rubber. So the relationship would be me fucking him until he cums then I either pretend to nut or I have to run to the bathroom and squeeze a few rounds out as he sleeps. Either way I was always made to believe being hypersexual with hyperspermia was bad and wrong. Fast forward to my first breeding. Fucking hell. Revelation. Cum belongs in a hole and real pigs will gladly take it all. Never going back now.

Part 2 I slowly lifted his shirt up his body, not fully undressing him. Before he knew what was happening, he was underneath me on the mattress, his jeans unbuttoned, with one of my hands still groping his nipples and the other hand sliding underneath his briefs, down his dick and balls and resting over his hole. I knew Chris was smooth, but through touch I confirmed he didn't have a single hair on his genitals or his hole. Didn't even have a single chest hair. I felt my dick stir. Fuck. It's like the boy knew exactly what I liked. Don't get me wrong - I've fucked my fair share of girls, but total smoothness on a boy is completely different. It's not exactly feminine, it's more of acceptance that he is a faggot and a boy, not a man. And unlike with girls, the only reason boys shave and wax is to hopefully please certain men. I could no longer resist. I roughly grabbed the belt of his skinny jeans and ripped them off of him. Fuck, I was going to go insane from lust. Chris' legs were perfectly smooth and highlighted his very toned calves. I could tell how deep his tan was by his deep speedo tanline. Chris must've caught me looking at him with the eyes of a predator. "You like that?" he asked. "Oh, baby...", I groaned. "Oh...baby...." I ran my hands over his body, just groping whatever I can get. He felt so good. His body was cold from being outside, but with my giant wall of muscle cradling him and my hands running all over him, I was going to warm him up fast. I pulled Chris' shirt off next, and decided to leave his jockstrap on. He was wearing a thin black one with white stripes, and it looked hot stretched out over his smooth bubble butt. "Oh...fuck, babe," I kept whispering to myself. I unwrapped him like a present. I took his dick out of his jockstrap, already completely limp from the Tina. Just how I like it. Guys like to play with a faggot's dick, even suck it, but I had already decided for Chris he wasn't going to be using it much. "Daddy! Don't!" Chris cried out as I squeezed his dick hard. I smirked. I wasn't going to keep torturing him, but I just wanted to hear him cry out. And it made me feel happy to hear the boy call me daddy. It didn't faze his affection for me though. Naked on my dirty mattress after i had just inflicted pain on him and enjoyed it, Chris turned to look at me with doe eyes. His pupils were dilated, and he looked a little cracked out already since it was his first time, but there was no mistaking the attachment and affection in his gaze. I had him in my lap (I was still fully clothed), one hand on his nipple and the other hand just softly grazing his hole. He wrapped his arms around my neck. "Daddy... you make me feel so good," Chris whispered. His delicate, angelic face pressed against my hard, muscled one. "Yeah baby? Daddy's gonna make you feel real good all the time," I uttered back in a deep, seedy whisper. My lips grazed his as my sentence trailed off. I started kissing him softly, then hungrily tongued him and slobbered over him, sloppy and aggressive. Then I'd get tender again. While kissing him, it occurred to me that he wasn't as tweaked as I wanted him to be yet. He was obviously high, wired and uncontrollably horny, but I prefer to have sex with sluts who are completely fucked up and barely even functional. When I broke the kiss, I held up the bong. "Want another hit, baby?" I asked. "Fuck yeah," Chris said excitedly. "Take another. Take a couple," I added with a grin. I pressed the mouthpiece of the bong to his lips and lit it up. The body of the bong was almost yellow with how thick the smoke was. He had to stop sucking halfway and exhale, blowing out a stream of the thickest white clouds I've seen in a while. But he wasn't done, and I pressed the bong to his lips again to make sure he emptied the smoke inside. He coughed and gagged, a little nauseous from the taste and the heaviness of the vapor. I gave him some time to recover - I didn't have anything to get the taste out, unfortunately, but that didn't mean he could stop hitting the bong. After he finished coughing, I immediately pressed the bong to his lips again and I didn't go easy on him, giving him just as intense of a hit the second time. I fucking torched the bowl. Almost immediately after, i dipped my finger into a tub of vaseline, then scraped a couple crystals, and slowly dug it into his fresh pink pussy. "Ahhh!" he moaned. He winced as the crystals slowly dissolved into his bloodstream, burning him from inside. I know it hurt, so i just let my fingers sit there for a bit and let him recover. Again, even though I was the one who caused him pain without warning or consent, he looked at me for comfort. Eyes desperate for a kiss to make the pain better. I quickly complied, making out with him sweetly as his hole finally adjusted. I slowly pulled my fingers out. He kissed me hungrily like he loved me. Maybe he did. Boys fall quickly like that. He didn't even know that he wasn't going to be leaving this dark room with its dirty mattress for the foreseeable future. His eyes were out of sync at this point, and he was muttering unintelligibly. A bit of drool was leaking from his lip and his body had small convulsions here and there every time he got a chill. "You feel good, baby?" I asked. "Yeahhh!" he practically yelled. "Fuck daddy, I wanna be a meth whore! All I want is more drugs and as much cock as I can get!" Parts of his speech went in and out, but I'm pretty sure that's what he said. His hand was over his hole, desperately trying to make it feel something. "Faggot," I growled, suddenly changing my tone. "You're finally where I want you. Two steps away from an overdose." This only turned Chris on. His blue eyes, which faded a little in color, glared at me in an attempt to focus on my face. "I want... I want to always be this fucked up when I'm with you," he said weakly. "Daddy... Daddy, can you fuck me? Please? I need it...I need it so bad." I put my mouth against Chris' ear and whispered, "Fucking faggot whore. Look at you begging for my dick inside your little cunt." "Please... please," he kept pleading. "Daddy, I need a dick inside my hole." In the ten minutes we've been laying together on this filthy mattress, I had become Daddy to Chris and he'd become Faggot to me. As far as I can remember, we never used our actual names with each other again. My lip curled as I got turned on by how our names solidified our new relationship. I grabbed him by his tiny waist and threw him on the other side of the mattress. "Spread your legs wide open, Faggot," I demanded. "Show me that pussy." Faggot wasted no time. He raised his legs and spread them as wide as he could. He even grabbed his asscheeks and pulled them apart with his hands, desperately trying to open his hole up more. Damn. It really was a pussy. It was smooth and bright pink. The hole was so tender and tight you would've thought it was untouched. Just looking at it made me want him to bear my children. I had to unbutton and unzip my jeans right away as my dick was getting so hard that it was hurting, trying to burst through my pants. It swooped right out, completely hard, pointing directly out from me. I'm proud of my dick. It's not a beer-can dick. It's not so thick. However, it's a full 10.5" of average girth, totally solid, uncut bone. It might have even been a little on the thin side. Now I don't know why, but even when I smoke Tina, my dick is always rock hard once I'm horny. It's like I had reverse erectile dysfunction, my dick always got the stiffest and hardest boners, ever since I was a boy. Occasionally, it could only get semi-hard if I do too much Tina, but a cock ring and a viagra quickly turn it into a rock pole. My manhood seemed to perfectly complement Faggot's cunt hole. It was so tight, the hardness and small girth would more easily enter. I wasn't going to risk damaging his hole just yet though. I need that thing to work for a long time. I squirted a ton of baby oil into the tub of vaseline and scooped a giant, gooey lather of the grease onto his hole, rubbing it in a little with my finger. I rubbed a light layer on my dick too. I tossed Faggot a fresh bottle of poppers, a silent order for him to prepare himself. Violently spun, he fumbled to unscrew the bottle and shakily snorted from both nostrils. Deep. Just as he was about to screw the cap back on, I stopped him. "Wait - 2 more deep hits," I ordered. The boy looked like he had been destroyed by the combined highs of the meth and the poppers. His blond hair was tousled, his blue eyes wonky, his white teeth chattery, and now he looked dizzy and unfocused. All he could produce were loud moans and "Oh...Fuck..." I took the bottle of poppers from him. I didn't trust him to put the cap on safely anyway. I took two deep hits too. Fuck. A wave of what can only be described as intense perversion swept over me, and as the poppers dotted my vision, I looked at Faggot through an even more degrading lens. He was so damn sexy with his tan smooth body and his legs spread open for me, it was even hotter that his clean cut appearance was trashed by how drugged up he was. As the rush of the poppers hit me and then swept behind me, all I could think about was fucking him however I wanted. I pressed my dick hard against his greased up pussy. It still met with a little resistance, but the poppers relaxed his hole significantly and opened it up a lot more. My dick was uncut, so the head didn't need to pop in first. It penetrated like a stick. "FUUUUUUCK YEAHHHH!" I roared like a beast. "OHHHH FUCK! FUCKKK IT'S IN!" Faggot yelled. My head spasmed with pleasure, and my eyes rolled back into my head. For a moment, I even thanked my parents for not circumcising me so that I could enjoy the full pleasure of the pussy I was in right now. The Faggot's breeding hole was warm, soft, and tightly wrapped around my dick. Most of all, he was wet too. His hole squirted like crazy from arousal. The drugs probably helped with that. My dick felt so much friction against his insides and was coated with so much of the oily lube and juice that my body shook from the sensations I felt. "Unh! Uhhhh!" he moaned like a bitch as I continued to push in deeper.. and deeper. Whenever he thought it couldn't get any deeper, I pressed his legs further back and shoved more in. His eyes widened as my dick hit a painful spot. Because it was so hard and didn't curve to the inside of his hole, it probably jammed deeper than his pussy could even take. "AHH! SO DEEP!" he screamed, wincing in pain. "YEAH?" I boomed. "YOU FEEL IT DEEP IN YOU?" "TOO DEEP! TOO DEEP!" he gasped. "Fuck you, Faggot. You'll get used to it," I said. And then I spit on him. It landed in a thick wad on the side of his perfect, shiny, tan cheek. He looked helpless, and if I could get any harder from that, I would've. My dick might've pulsed with arousal. A smooth twink with a smooth tight hole completely at my mercy, meaning no one was going to stop anything I did to violate or degrade him. I allowed Faggot to take two more deep hits of the poppers before moving my dick. Once the cap was screwed on, the gloves came off. I withdrew almost the entire length of my dick, which must've felt crazy for the boy, then plunged back in. And out and in again, and out and in again, so fast the Faggot could barely breathe and scream to keep up. My dick ripped through his pussy, stabbing in and out. Each stroke made me feel like his cunt was rubbing ecstasy straight into my dick. It definitely felt even better watching him yelp at the top of his lungs with each thrust. "UH! UH! UH! UH! AH! UHH!" "FUCK YOU, YOU STUPID SLUT! I'M GONNA FUCK THAT TWEAKED UP CUNT SO HARD BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING DESERVE, FAGGOT! YOU FUCKING WHORE TRASH!" I barked. I didn't care if he was loud. When I got verbal, I yell obscenities at whoever I'm fucking. I sound like a drill sergeant. His screaming and moaning and my aggressive roaring mixed together to fill the silent room with the explosive sound of sex. The fact of the matter is the household upstairs can complain all they want to the landlord, but their noise complaints go unheard. The landlord buys crack from me (after all, that's how I got the basement), so he's on my side and would do anything to keep the police from coming. I found out a week later they left before their lease ended because they couldn't live with the extremely loud sex through the thin ceiling/floor occurring at all times of day and weird times of night. I pounded Faggot for 40 minutes straight. His sexy legs and delicate smooth little feet bounced and flailed around my arms and shoulders the whole time as I fucked him. If a while went by without any harsh words reminding him his only worth was giving me pleasure with his body and pussy, I'd spit on him and slap him. At one point, I pulled out completely. Then I charged in, ramming straight to the deepest point I could possibly reach, and while his little body folded to take the impact, I spit straight into the center of his face, splattering from his nose to his cheekbones, then slapped him hard with the full force of my titanic, muscular strength. His face was so red it burned through the tan. He cried out in surprise and pain, but took it like a good slave boy. To reward him, I grabbed him by the hair and slapped him across the face three more times before spitting on him one more time and giving him a quick kiss. Then I grabbed one of his ankles and punch-fucked him for a minute straight. He was gasping for air, not even being able to react to the abuse happening so quickly and one after another. But no matter what I did, when he looked me in the eyes, it was the same expression of love, only shadowed by a bit of pleading. He was high as a kite and he couldn't help it, because the dick felt so good in him and he was so horny and hungry for a man to use him, all he could see was his strong, sexy, manly daddy. At this point, he knew that his daddy was depraved and sadistic. But dick and drugs could turn a boy into a hopeless lover. Finally, I felt the electric sensation of wanting to cum, an burning sensitivity rushing through my penis as it thrusted. I grabbed both his ankles hard enough to snap them off and buried my cock to the hilt as I unloaded one of the biggest nuts in recent memory. My whole body convulsed as I roared and gasped, shuddering as my cock just pulsed inside him, shooting jet after jet of my seed into him. He moaned in ecstasy as he felt my dick harden and vibrate. Then, everything became silent besides for our grunting and panting. I slowly pulled my dick out. A splash of cum was dragged back with it and popped out of his hole. One thick drop trickled down his tailbone. For a moment, all I could do is just touch him and finger him gently to feel the cum inside his hole. It was still so smooth and tender. It's amazing how something that felt so soft inside could withstand the brutal beating my dick just gave it. Faggot looked completely used up and laid limp, his legs having fallen on the mattress after his marathon of having them being split apart. He was still a handsome, beautiful boy even like this. I laid down next to him and caressed his face and body, kissing him. "Daddy," he groaned weakly. "I... i want more..." I smiled just a little, feeling pride in how much of a cock whore I turned him into in just an hour. Out of impulse, I suddenly decided to revise my plan for enslaving him. I was just going to take him. I got up and zipped my jeans up. From one of the cabinets I retrieved a brown leather leash with a 5 foot chain. I pressed my body down on Faggot to restrain him and clipped the collar of the leash around his neck. I looped a small padlock around where I clipped it and locked it shut. Then, I tied the chain around one of the pipes protruding from the wall and put a padlock around the tied chain. I had the keys in the main room, where he wouldn't be able to reach. Tweaked and confused, Faggot yanked experimentally at the chain. Then, he realized he was trapped, but he didn't panic. He looked at me with puppy eyes with a pleading look, just waiting for me to explain. I got on the mattress with my enslaved boy and held his naked body in my giant arms. "Listen, Faggot," I said softly. "I'm going to turn you into my whore. You're going to live here now, and you're never going to leave this fucking room, got it? I recorded everything that just happened, you doing the drugs and getting fucked, and I'm going to anonymously send it to your parents, teachers, friends, whoever I can get ahold of. You're never going to see or talk to any of those people ever again. I'm going to smash your phone, throw out your house keys, and keep your wallet. From now on, this is your new reality." Even violently high, Faggot was realizing the gravity of the situation. "Daddy... Please! Don't show anyone the video. Please," he begged. "I'll be a good boy. I'll do whatever you want. Please..." Tears welled up in his eyes, realizing the shock that would hit everyone he ever knew. I ran my hand through his hair. "Bitch, you're going to do whatever I want anyways. That's not going to stop me. I'm going to send it to all of them through your phone and tell them you couldn't resist your inner whore anymore and ran off to become a pornstar. And you're going to become a pornstar, because these videos are going on any porn site I can publish them on, and I'm going to make whatever money I can from filming you. From now on, your purpose is taking my dick whenever I'm horny and making money using your body and cunt. All of my nut goes in you. All of my piss goes in you or on you. There are going to be men coming in and out to come fuck you. That's because I'm going to sell your pussy to them. When I make a sale, I'll tell you to get ready." Faggot looked at me with fear and arousal. His lip trembled, and his handsome face looked almost pitiful. He looked so helpless and boyish I almost felt sorry for him until I remembered that he's just a piece of property now. Even still, I knew a small part of him was excited to be with me and embrace an endless cycle of drugs, sex, and personal and physical maintenance. ------ The next day, I woke up with Faggot in my arms. Being in the basement with no windows, I couldn't even tell what time it was or how long we slept. Last night, he cried a little bit after reality kicked in, but I gave him some weed to smoke and slept on the mattress with him instead of my bed. The boy calmed down eventually and fell asleep, and I fell asleep holding him. I let him continue to sleep. One perk of being here is that he doesn't have to wake up to an alarm. When he eventually did wake up, I was ready to introduce him the finer details of his new life. I made him a small breakfast of eggs and packaged fruit and brought him a gallon jug of water for the day. As he ate, I spoke. "We're going to have to have rules to keep you in place. "Let's start with the most important one. You can't refuse any man I sell you to. Old, ugly, fat, short, sweaty, smelly, I don't give a fuck. They pay, they fuck. If they want to fuck raw, which will be encouraged because I'm not supplying condoms, you take it raw. Nod if you understand." Faggot nodded vigorously, determined. "Second. Sometimes I'm going to have to take you out. I might take you on a house call to a john or to a bathhouse. I definitely have to take you to the doctor and get tested constantly since you'll be taking so much raw dick and cum. You're going to get diseases, so I gotta catch them fast so that you can still fuck. You need to go to a dentist, go to the gym, and tan. When we go out, I lead you by your leash and you keep a blindfold on. You get one outfit to put on: the one you wore here today. You hop right into the back of my van and wait for me to let you out." "People are also going to ask questions. They're going to see you filthy and dressed like a street whore when you show up to the doctor's office. Let me do the talking. Under no circumstances are you to talk to anyone when we go out unless it's a man who's going to fuck you. I want my whore to interact only with men who use you for sex. That'll be all you know and all the companionship you get. If you try to ask anyone for help, remember you'll be out on the street homeless with severe withdrawal from any number of drugs I'm gonna put you on. That, and before I go to jail, I'm going to beat the shit out of you. And you won't have any money or ID, because, third, any money you earn goes to me. Whatever you need, I buy for you if I want to. Including drugs. "Fourth, you keep cum inside you as long as you can. I will flush your hole out regularly to keep it clean, but you are a cum dump slut and when I fuck you at the end of the night, you better be oozing. I don't care how nasty the guys are who breed you, you respect them by letting their sperm inseminate every fiber of your being. "Fifth, you will always be high. I'll be fucking you up with all kinds of stuff of my choosing. I even got stuff to make you sleep. When men come to fuck you, you will always be tweaked beforehand and given more during or in-between. If you're going to be my whore, I'm going to force you to be heavily addicted to drugs and sex. The johns will know that you are useless without drugs and sex and therefore should feel like they can treat you pretty much however they want because you're a desperate, fucked up piece of garbage who needs their dick to survive. I will make sure you're safe and not damaged in order to ensure you can continue doing your job. "Finally, your name is no longer Chris, and I don't want to ever hear that name again. From now on, your name is now Faggot. One of my buddies learned how to tattoo, so he'll be tattooing your name as a tramp stamp on your back. That way, johns will know that Faggot is your name." I finished as Faggot finished chewing his food. It took him a long time to put it down since he still had residual T in his system. He looked at me with those blue eyes, fresh and sparkly after a full night's sleep, but a little red from crying. Then, unexpectedly, he leaned into me and wrapped his smooth body around my torso and rested his ass in my lap. "Daddy?" "Yeah, Faggot?" "Does this mean I'm going to do meth everyday and get fucked by you constantly? Multiple times a day?" "Yeah. You're going to feel real good on T all the time, baby. And now that I have you, I'm never going to jerk off again. If I wanna get off, we have sex." The boy leaned his blond hair into my big chest. He felt so small and fragile in my arms, even though he was a fully toned and developed young man. "Then fuck it. I want to be your whore, and I don't need anything from my old life. As long as I have you, I don't need anything or anyone else. At home or at school, I'm always horny and wishing that men were gay and would fuck me. If the only human interaction I have is with men and through having sex, that's more than enough. I want to be a good whore for you, Daddy." I looked at Faggot and felt nothing but pride and love for the boy. I took his life from him and he's still going to be a good whore boy for me. That's exactly the kind of unconditional worship I expect from him. I wanted to tell him I love him, but what I really loved was the piece of flesh that he was. I held him in my arms and kissed him softly for a while, and then without a word, I stood up and left him chained there. I opened up grindr, Scruff, bbrt, A4A, and craigslist. It was time to make him some profiles. Part 3 coming soon

Not too bad

Haha yeah that brings back memories! It would be leaking out of the condom mid cum and I would always have to pull out for fear of getting cum everywhere. I always had towels on standby and can still hear my exes voice "be careful it doesn't get in me or on the bed" *rolls eyes* that was such a pathetic life I had. I would be scared to cum because I knew it would be "an excessive" amount of cum. But like anything the more you deny it the greater the urge gets. But the cruel irony is as soon as I finished cunning I can already feel this primal urge to fuck again. My cock will stay rock hard if it can sense a hole nearby. Actually everything's gotten worse since I became POZ I shoot harder and can do even more rounds before feeling tired. My secret was to embrace what I actually am: a hot hung dirty fucker. Once I given into all of my needs and listened to my cocks urges I feel much better. Now if I see a guy I like I have no guilt or hesitation in giving him what he needs. If I get horny I simply go hunt for a hole to cum in asap. No shame in being a dirty fucker.

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.

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

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

I have a few regular buds I satisfy but for me I enjoy a lot of random partners. This satisfies my sex appetite physically, especially in group environments and also my intellectual side gets off knowing I have as many partners as I do and most males don't get to enjoy or know such pleasure. There is an indescribable high I about being on a fuk bench or in a sling and a line of guys all taking a turn in you...

PART 8 As if the adrenaline from the sex wasn’t enough, hearing him tell me he was poz just pushed it further. “Get on your back”, Steven ordered. I immediately complied and instinctively pulled my legs up, so that my now twice fucked hole was exposed. “Oh.... oh fuck yeah.look at that crummy boyhole. Your first time here and already leaking cum out of your little hole. There is nothing sexier on earth than a fresh young stud discovering he is a cumdump. And fuck yeah, you are the sexiest one ever. You hole is so hungry, isn’t it?”, he whispered. “I need it so bad!” I almost cried out. And I did need it. Being in that sleazy place and in that tiny room, the stink of cum and men and sex, this amazingly sexy older guy about to fuck me. I was in a place where it was all horny sexy gay men, fucking and sucking, showing off their sexy bodies and beautiful cocks... everyone there for one purpose, to relish every moment of being free to have any kind of hot man sex they want, a focus on cock and cum and holes. Men worshipping men. And here i was, 18 and in a little over an hour, i’d Been completely seduced by it all. And so when Steven asked if I needed it, I can’t tell you how much that in that moment, the only thing on earth that mattered was having him inside me. Shooting sperm deep into my guts. He spit on his hand and stroked his cock, before lining it up with my hole. Our eyes were locked as he slowly worked his Cock head past my ring, til he pushed thru and half his cock slid in me and my eyes rolled back. After a brief pause to make sure I was ok, he continued working his cock, slowly beginning to slide in and out. As my hole opened up for him, he began to fuck me harder, he was still not all the way in. He was much more aggressive than the first two and didn’t say much of anything, just groans and grunts. Since he went from 0-60, I was just trying to catch breath, as he was fucking it out of me. He was really pounding me now, sliding almost all the way out and then deep into me. It jabbed and hurt in that good way bottoms will understand. Finally, as I was practically hyperventilating, he started to mutter thru cleanched teeth., “ oh fuck, here it comes. Fucking here it comes. Fucking big load. Big load. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah. Gonna shoot. Gonna shoot. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah!!!!!!””, the last part much louder as he drove deep and began to spurt blast after blast of hot poz cum into me. I clenched down on his cock, wanting to milk it all out of him, wanting every single drop of his precious seed. My legs were wrapped around him pulling him in. I could feel his cock pulse as he tried to make sure I had all of his semen inside me. Slowly he withdrew and I tried to clamp my hole shut. I didn’t want it leaking out. I had three loads of cum in me now, all hiv positive. I was in Stevens room, having just had his cock flop out of my hole a minute prior and already I was thinking that I still had my key, but my towel was gone. And walking nude thru the halls back to my room might attract another hot Top. Another. Because even though my hole was now pretty raw, I still wanted another. I kissed Steven and then rolled off the bed and stood up on very wobbly legs. “Thank you so much Steven. And... and if you see me here again, please take me back to your room again and do all of this over,” I said with an embarrassed grin. “Oh Chris I can’t wait to fuck you again. And I get the feeling you aren’t done yet tonight either. You have the hottest ass ever. And now it has my cum in it,” he replied. I slipped open the door and completely nude, started my walk down the hall.

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

I never would have guessed you were 18," the clerk said handing me back my id. With a shaky hand, i reached for it. Nervous as to what to expect and nervous I would be seen, I almost turned and just bolted. But I had waited too long. After a few hookups in the bookstore booths, I wanted to experience the baths and see if it was really true, that they were just places for men to fuck non stop. Remembering the directions he had given me, i followed the turns and found my room. I figured a room would give me a place to hide if i needed it. I quickly changed into, well, nothing, just a small towel. A very small towel that barely covered my butt it was so short. I watched porn for a few minutes on the little tv and then got my courage up to go look around. I grabbed my key and made it out and wandered thru the halls. No one in the weight room and I didn't care about the showers or bathrooms. I found my way out to the courtyard and turned around after looking briefly at a packed Jacuzzi. As I walked back in I almost bumped into someone. Looking up and down, I was quickly reduced to shyness. He was hot. Really hot. 6 3" maybe, but thin, real thin, except for his big hands and feet. His graying balding hair was cut real short. And it was pretty dark but i had a good feeling about the tent coming from the towel he had on. " Well hello there...," he said quietly in a low sexy voice. "Uh hi" i managed. " I know I would remember seeing you here before, is this your first time?" "Yeah, I just turned 18 a few weeks ago..." I said trailing off. "You are 18?" he asked, looking at me closely. "yeah, but I, i um, i kind of like guys older than me." "Like guys that are maybe 46?," he said smiling. "Yeah, just like that." I said. "Chris, my room is just down the hall, why dont we go there where we can have a little privacy and... ge tto know each other." ""Ok, " was all i said. I was so nervous, but he was so hot. And this was happening. He was leading me by my hand to his room. He sat on the bed and patted for me to sit down too. "So Chris is this your first time here or your first time?" It didn't make sense to lie. I have been going to a bookstore for a few months and usually suck or get sucked. I have gotten fucked a few times too." "Did you like that, getting fucked?" "Well kind of. It hurts a lot but felt good too. Not sure if i am too tight or condoms aren't slippery, but it feels like they tear you when a guy is inside." "Yeah, a lot of guys say that. Condoms are really uncomfortable. For the top too, let me tell you. It sure does feel better without one. have you ever tried it without a condom?" "No, i always meet guys I don't know and everyone says that you should always wear one." "Chris, not everyone says that. A lot of guys here don't use them. They think it ruins it. And a lot of bottoms decide that they want to feel the man cum in them." " But what... isn't that really dangerous?" "Some things are worth the risk maybe. You should try it, maybe you will like it." "I don't know. I don't know if I should." "Well you don't need to decide this second do you? I gotta ask though Chris, I have been wanting to since I saw you out there. Can you take that towel off? I really want to see that butt." I got up right away and dropped my towel and turned to show him my butt. "Yeah that's a hot butt. Spread your legs a little. yeah like that, now bend over and open up and let me see that little boy hole." I saw out of the corner of my eye he had dropped his towel and now turned my head to look and there it was. He wasn't all the way hard yet but it was on its way to being a perfect rock hard 9 inch cock with a massive mushroom head and big shaved cum filled balls. it was giant. And perfect. "You like that cock Chris? Like what I have for you?" "Yeah, its so big. its so big." Walking towards me he pushed me down onto my knees. He didn't have to say anything, as I immediately opened wide and took him into my mouth. Almost immediately, I lost myself in it. His cock was growing rock hard and felt so good in my mouth as i strained to take more and more of it. "Yeah Chris, you love that cock in your mouth dont you?" With my mouth full all i could do is nod my head over and over and try even more to swallow all over that massive man meat. After a minute or two, he stopped moaning and said "Fuck yeah, now its my turn to taste you." I reluctantly took my mouth off his cock, swirling my tongue around the head one last time trying to catch any precum I could and stood up. " No, get on the bed on your tummy. It isn't your cock I want to taste." I didn't understand at first; I had never had my hole rimmed before. When he pulled my cheeks apart and i felt his rough beard against me, I knew. And then i felt it. That magic feeling of a twisting and squirming wet tongue on my sensitive hole. It felt so good. And he loved it too, I could tell. He was licking and stabbing his tongue into my asshole, trying to fuck me with his mouth. I was moaning and gasping and trying not to squirm and buck too much. It just felt so fucking good. After a few minutes, he finally came up for air. His cock was like steel, and so was mine. "I am gonna fuck you now," he declared. It was not a request. It was a fact. And he knew I was going to let him. Out came the lube and he poured it into his hand and went to work working it into me slowly. He was careful not to hurt me, saying "I want to open you up slow so you can take lots of cock and don't get too sore." After getting me and my hole all ready for just about anything at that point, he began to jerk his cock off slowly, coating it with lube. Aiming it at my hole, I felt him start to press against me. "Shouldn't we use a condom?" I said. "I don't have any. Besides, it feels so much better without anything between us. Don't you want to make my big cock feel really good?" he said in a low sexy voice. He never stopped working it in either and at that moment he popped in and made it past my outer ring. As about 3 inches slid into me, I gasped and worked to relax. "Just relax Chris. I am gonna make it feel so good you will be begging me to cum inside you. But I can pull out too. Up to you. Ah yeah it feel so good. So fucking good." And he was just working his cock into me, deeper and deeper. Filling me. And i was trying to think but the need for cock was taking over and I was almost in surrender mode. Surrender happened when he announced "Fuck yeah, 9 inches of cock inside you. Do you feel that? Do you feel full of cock boy?" "Oh fuck. Oh fuck yeah" was all i could get out. As he slowly pulled out and slid back in again, I couldn't even touch my cock. I knew I would come that quickly, if i did. He started working in and out faster now, with deeper strokes. He was hitting deep and i was gasping and moaning and asking for more. "I want to keep fucking you, but i am gonna shoot soon. Your hole is so tight and eager, its pulling the cum up outta my balls." he said. It then flashed thru me again. He was barebacking me. No condom. Maybe that's why it felt so good? Maybe it wouldn't be any good if he had worn one. Instead, this feeling was magical. His cock felt so good I couldn't imagine not having him fuck me. I would hate to have missed this. His raw cock was fucking me so good and deep and sliding so smoothly. He was really fucking me now, and I was grunting and gasping as he fucked the wind out of me with every deep pounding he gave. "Oh fuck boy, I am gonna shoot if I keep fucking you like this. I am gonna fill you with cum. Or else gotta pull out." He grunted. " Don't stop. Are you clean? Like hiv?" I managed to get out. "This is poz cock you got in you Chris." And now he was pounding me. I was moaning and gasping and grunting and totally losing myself in the feelings of my hole as he pummeled it with his massive cock. "Fuck yeah. Gonna give it to you". He muttered with clenched teeth as he pounded me. "Fuck yeah, gonna give you my load. Big fucking poz load. Poz your little fuck hole up and get you hooked on getting your hole bred." "Fucking shit yeah, fuck me man fuck my fucking hole. Cum in me. Give me your load. I want it. I want it in me. I want it in me. I want it in me. I want it in me." I kept repeating that last part who knows how many times. "Yeah , fucking yeah, her it comes here it comes. Fuck yeah fucking take that poz cum. Fell that cock shooting cum in your little fuck hole. Fuuuuuuck yeaaaaaaahhhh" he almost shouted. 'Yeah yeah yeah, give it to me. fucking fuck me. Fill me up. Fill me with cum. Oh yeah, fucking give it to me." He slowed down and finally came to a stop. He still had his cock buried inside me. "I want to keep it in you while my cum soaks into you" he whispered. "Are you really hiv positive?" i asked. "Yeah i am. And I just gave you a huge load." he said. "It felt so good." I said. " " What getting fucked?" "No, when you came in me, I felt it jet inside me and felt your cock pulsing. I am glad you did that. I didnt know it was so much better bare." "Oh Chris, there are some friends of mine out there that would love to add to my seed inside you. Want me to show you around?" "Yeah, i want more. I want more now." I said.

This happened in the late 70s when I was around 27 yrs old. I worked at GM in Oklahoma City, got off at 3 each day, so I had a couple free hours before I had to be home for the wife. There is a public park, Trosper Park, in Midwest City area. It was very active then, still is pretty active today, but they've done everything they can to limit the activity, shutting down and demolishing the public bathrooms, putting up fencing to keep people from going into the woods on trails, etc. I used to go down those trails. The cum soaked tissues, rubbers filled with cum, made me hornier every time as I imagined the guys who fucked and sucked in those woods. Anyway, I parked near one of two public bathrooms. The men's side was very busy, guys coming and going, a few naked horn dogs would occasionally stand at the door, waving their hard dicks to the world. I finally got up the nerve to tuck my cock back in my Levi's and walk to the bathroom. A nice looking guy was wanking at the urinals. Two booths were occupied. I stepped up beside him and we jerked each other for a bit. The danger of being caught was an added, exciting boost to my sex drive. It must have worked for him, too, cause he stiffened his body, moaned, and shot his load, splattering the porcelain of the urinal. He quickly tucked, zipped, and left without finishing me. Damn. I heard the guys in the booths, noisily sucking. Then one yelled, shi, I'm cumming. He said thanks, man, and quickly left. I moved into the empty stall. There was a good sized glory hole. It made me horny, thinking how his dick was through that hole, pulsing his load into a waiting mouth. So, I stepped up, slid my 8 inch cock through the hole. A warm hand jacked me, then a warm, wet mouth took me in. Oh shit it felt great. I just wanted more. He stopped. I pulled back and a big uncut cock pushed through. At that time I had never sucked. I did6really want to, so I just jacked him. That must have frustrated him as he pulled back and said, come over here, kid. The booths didn't have doors. I waddled around to his side, pants at my knees. He was a chubby, short, very hairy old guy. He told me he would hum my cock and removed his dentures. That was kind of gross. But it felt so good that I gave in. He worked my cock like magic, smooth, wet, slick, his tongue dancing all over my dick. He stood up. Pushing me into the back of the stall, forcing me to bend forward, I felt his big uncut, dripping cock head against my ass. I had never had anal sex. But I was so turned on, I yielded to this old troll, letting him penetrate and push forward. It hurt so much I saw stars and cried out. He let me adjust to his size, then began to fuck me. I gradually relaxed and my prostate was being battered by his blunt cock with each shove forward. My dick was painfully hard and I just wanted the old man to use my ass. Hugging me tight. His hairy abdomen was pushed against my smooth back, his dick pistoning into my bowels, he grunts and shoves deep. His cum pulses into me. Over and over. My cock pulses and I moan making a big mess all over the porcelain potty as my cum splatters. He pulls out, turns me around, forces me to sit in my own cum on the stool and makes me clean off his cum and ass juice-covered cock. It was disgusting and hot at the same time. Thanks, kid, he said. Zipped up and left. I sat there, stunned, as more guys came in and did their thing. I finally got up, cleaned my ass up, left for home. I visited the park many times and he sucked me off several times. His gummy buds were too fantastic to turn down. Replies? Similar experiences? Krob73045@gmail.com

We just came back from the NYC Black Party, my BF Thad and my brother Jess are tired they are cuddled up in bed. I still wired from the best Black Party since it was at the Rose Land ballroom. Thad and I had been to Dark Odyssey Winter Fire event in Washington D.C. before, its a pansexual event with very few Gay men but we went for the classes and shopping. This year was different as we say many more and we knew some. Jess had never been at an event like this, and I think its good for him to see how other people play, as there many Queers, CIS people, and lesbians. Friday night we are going to have some fun with Jess in the public play area as Thad, and I get off having people watch us play, Jess is a little scared, but that is how the fun starts. Jess is naked except for his chastity device and his slave chain as that is to let others know Jess is own property. We tie him to the cross, and we take turns flogging his back and butt cheeks. It is not all about the pain as after a few hits we rub our body against him and whisper in his ear about how good he is doing. We can see some people stopping by and watching us play. Jess back is red now its time to work on his butt cheeks, Thad is a sadist with a cane and wants to put some lasting marks on Jess butt cheeks. We tie Jess to the bench and Thad goes to work on his ass nice an slow so after each stroke of the cane I put my dick in Jess' mouth, and skull fuck him. Jess will be feeling these cane marks for some time as Thad has broken the skin in a few places. They have DMs Dungeon Monitors walking around they have not said a word, but there is a crowd watching us. After we finish we clean up the area and take care of Jess cleaning to make sure he is not bleeding plus we are waiting for a suspension rig to put Jess on. We first ask Jess how he is feeling about being suspended, and the smile on his face says it all. Both Thad and I are good with rope as we are members of the NYC Bondage Club and we go and tie each other up or friends. Since Jess is like me in body size and also goes to yoga classes, we are both flexible. Jess is going to be tied up, so we have access to his mouth and ass can be fuck, and then we have a swivel, so Thad and I can stand still, and we spin Jess around every 30 seconds. For Jess, this is not going to be a loving fuck but as hard as we can go for 30 seconds and then turn. Thad slams his dick in Jess hole but to be nice, we put some spunk lube in his ass as Jess still has a boy hole. Spunk is good for ass to mouth as its taste is not to bad for most. We are going at it, and out the corner of my eye I see Andre and some of his friends, and they sit down and watch as we fuck the crap out of Jess. Thad and I are having a fantastic, but Jess is moaning like he does not want us to stop as we both are ready to explode, but all loads have to go in Jess ass as after our loads are his hole our dicks have to be clean. Andre is still sitting on the floor with his brothers; they are all members of ONYX which is a Black Leather group out on NYC. Andre fuck me once, and he can fuck for hours with that 9-inch piece of black meat. When we have Jess down and put a plug in his ass, so Jess does not go leaking all over the hotel, Andre wants to talk he introduce us to his friends who we don't know. I can see in Andre's eyes he has the hots for Jess. They are in the backup hotel around the corner in an executive room and says that we are welcome to a PNP party. I tell Andre Jess does not PNP, and he is ok with that, but he wants to get into Jess hole and that I OK with that. Saturday During the day we attend classes and people even females say that was a HOT scene we did last night. I guess the way CIS males look at lesbians having sex women like looking at Gay males having kinky sex. I ask Jess a few times how he is feeling, and he is on an endorphin rush still LOL so would I. I bought a 2-foot whip that is perfect for small areas and try it out on my brother ass which has some deep marks from the canning Thad gave him last night, the whip is perfect. We get some sleep in the late afternoon, get good and cleaned out as it's going to be a long fun night. When Andre opens the door, it looks like a football team is in the room. WOW as Thad is Asian Jess and I are 1/2 Mexican, and except for Andre they all look fantastic with rip mussels out of some bodybuilding competition. Andre grabs Jess and takes him to the air mattress on the floor. They tied off my arm as I see the blood registered and administered, I was given a slam as I cough my brains out and as soon as I stop coughing a dick was in my mouth, and I could feel the head of a dick entering me. I could see Jess with his legs over shoulders and Andre was fucking as hard and as fast as he could, but the moans of pleasure from Jess I knew he was having fun. After the third load in my ass, I feel fingers and hear someone say you have any Crisco. You can smell Crisco as he lubes my hole and his hand goes right in and says it's nice to have an ass like this as they don't scream they just open themselves up with moans of to go deeper. Andre is off my brother, and he had to be there for close to one hour getting pilled drive fuck as Andre is sweating like he just came out of a shower. Jess is just sitting there with a look of WOW on his face. I have no idea what they are doing with Thad, but from the noises, I'm hearing he is enjoying himself as I'm given another slam as I'm getting punch fisted passed the wrist. I see Jess is now laying on top of someone with a dick in his ass and mouth and now someone else is sticking there dick in so Jess is about to get his first DP. Jess is in some discomfort, but right now has no choice as three dicks are in his body and any one of them is twice his weight, so right now Jess is just more than fuck meat. The three of us took on these men, and my brother is in the corner whit a smile on contentment on his face as we get ready to leave. We brought diapers as we will all be leaking something out of our well-used holes. In the morning I look at the diapers Jess took off, and there was some blood, and at first, he freaks out, but I explained since you are on PrEP, you will be ok, but you still have to go to get checked out to see if you have some other type of STD. The new problem Jess wants to PNP and go off PrEP.

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.

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...

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

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

PART 5 He continued working on my hole and added a 2nd finger and looked me in the eyes as he told me, “Yeah, I am poz. And I wasn’t joking, I do shoot a really big load when I cum. And I never pull out. And Chris, I want to fuck you full of cum so badly, but if you aren’t sure or it scares you, it’s ok to leave still.” My pulse was racing and it felt like he must be able to hear my heart beat. I was scared. And nervous. And excited. “I am scared. I should be more scared though. But I can’t help it. I want you to fuck me so bad. I do. I want you to.” I whimperedas his fingers worked my hole. Upon hearing me give him permission, he jumped up and grabbed two things, lube and something else in a little brown bottle. I felt his fingers rubbing and working the lube on and in my hole. “I know you have that cum in you, but my cock is pretty thick and is a tight little hole. I want to make sure you can take lots of fucking tonight... we don’t want to wear your hole out too quickly.” I just nodded. I didn’t want it to end early. I didn’t know how much lots of fucking was. I had never gotten fucked twice in a day ever. And now i was about to take my second raw cock in an hour. “Chris, sit up just a little. I have something for you to try. I like them but bottoms love them, and I mean love them. They are called poppers. Totally safe and I promise you will really like it. And they will help you take my big cock inside you.” I kind of knew what they were but wasn’t sure about the whole thing. He took care of that by pushing one nostril closed and holding the bottle under my other nostril while saying, “Take a nice long slow breath. Now two more. Good boy.” A few seconds later and bam, my body was experiencing new ecstasy and I was feeling a hard cock head poking at my hole. “Are you ready to get fucked baby? I have such a nice big poz load to share with you. Do you want it? Do you want me to put my poz cock in your hole?” He was pushing a rubbing against my hole and with the poppers and everything I lost any last control. “Fuck me. PLEASE! Just please fucking fuck me with your poz cock. I do want it. I want it all just like you said.” As I heard myself, I couldn’t believe it. I had just blurted that out. But it was true. And it was ok because Ron understood. He knew what I wanted. And he wanted to give it to me. I knew that. He wanted to make sure I got his poz cum inside me. And at that moment ,any last thinking was gone as his cock punctured my ring and slowly worked into my eager and now starving hole. I tried to relax but it felt so good my hole kept clamping down on his cock. “ Chris, your hole is so amazing. So tight and so hungry. It is just pulling my cock in. Feels so good.” He moaned and continued, “fuck yeah, all the way in. God this is such a nice little hole. Does your hole love my cock?” He was now starting to work in and out, slowly picking up speed and doing longer strokes. I was already totally lost in the fuck. His thick long cock was working my boy pussy perfectly. “I fucking love it. Love your big cock. Don’t stop. Just please don’t stop.” I gasped. He was now really fucking me. I was grunting occasionally and as he started to really pound into me, I found myself again gasping as he fucked the breath out of me with every deep stroke. “Fuck baby, your little pussy feels so good. I can’t hold it much longer. Tell me how bad you want my poz load. Earn it. Tell me how bad you want me in you forever,” He grunted. “I need it. I fucking need it. Please please I want your cum. I want your cum in me so bad. I won’t let any out. Please Ron, please let me have your poz load.” He was going all out now, just pounding my hole. It was almost too much and if I hadn’t been so high on fuck endorphins the pain would have been too much. Instead I took it all and found myself blabbering over and over, “poz load. Poz load. Poz load.” “Oh fuck yeah boy, here it comes. You’re gonna get it. Fucking big poz load. Gonna poz you up. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Take that fucking load! Feel that poz cum filling you up,” he cried out collapsing onto me. His cock continued to throb and pulse as the last few drops of his precious poz sperm emptied in my Now well used and fucked hole. My cock was rock hard and leaking like crazy but I didn’t care. All my focus was on my hole and how full it felt and how deep Ron’s huge cock was in me. And I thought how deep his sperm must be. And how even immediately after him cumming and with his cock still hard and in me, I wanted more cum. And wait why was it going on head all of a sudden the word poz in front of cum. I had gotten fucked twice now bare and knew I could never give it up. But wanting the guys to be poz? Where was that coming from? I wasn’t sure and wasn’t sure I wanted to think too much, I just knew these guys had changed me. They had shown me something and now I needed it. Being fucked by a hot older poz guy and having him cum in me was the hottest thing I had ever done. And then I shocked myself when I looked at Ron and said quietly “thank you.” He looked down at me. “You love having my poz babies swimming in you dont you? God I knew when I saw you, you were going to be special. I bet you are still hungry. Aren’t you? You want another hot guy to fuck you full of cum don’t you?” I nodded intently. “ Even if he is poz?” Ron added. Again I nodded intently. “Good boy,” he said as he leaned in and kissed me.

PART 4 Since I didn’t even have my towel anymore, we were both now totally naked. I eyed his cock with a hunger that was new to me, it wAs so intense. And really, I think his eyes were the same for me. “Is this really your first time at a bath house, Chris?” he asked me. His eyes roamed my body as I stood in front of him. I had already decided to stick to honesty tonight and told him the truth. “ I only turned 18 recently and, well, it’s kind of a big step. I was really nervous that it would be too much or something bad would happen, but you guys have been so nice. And are like so perfect,” I added a little shyly. “You like older guys?”, he said smiling. “I don’t really like guys my age. Guys your age are so much hotter and experienced and stuff.” His hand wAs now on his cock, gently and slowly stroking. It was hypnotic watching him tug on his hardening cock. I am almost positive I just dropped to my knees without being pulled down. I am absolutely positive my mouth greedily opened and started to worship his cock. I worked my lips around his head and then bobbed down trying to take him into my throat. His thrust helped that happen. I pulled back and worked my tongue up and down the shaft. I kissed and kicked at his balls. “Yeah suck that man cock Chris. That’s why you came here isn’t it? You look so sexy with my hard dick filling your mouth,” he growled, looking down at me, as he continued, “but I know where you really want it.” I paused and looked up at him. “Was thAt really your first time getting fucked bareback?” He asked me. “Yeah, I was afraid to try it but it just happened and it felt so good. I didn’t know it could feel that good. It never did with condoms.” I said nervously. I was afraid he would think I was too inexperienced. “You... are hiv negative aren’t you Chris?” He asked me quietly. “Yeah. Well, I mean I think, well, I don’t know now. He told me. I asked him to cum in me anyways. I couldn’t help myself.” I felt so dumb the moment I said that, but his response surprised me. “Chris, I don’t want to get too deep here but I have learned there are certain gay men that discover that connection that barenacking gives us men. By taking his cock raw and taking his load in you, you guys are connected now forever. He bred you. His semen is soaking into you now. Some gay men, once they discover that connection they just want more and more of it. And for tops, it’s the same. We want to share our seed with our bottoms. I know I really want to have that connection with you, to share my cum with you. To give you part of me that you will always have.” As he finished saying that, his hands were gently pulling me up and helping me onto the bed. “I want to have that connection with you too. This is stupid, but when you said you wanted to take me to your room, I kept hoping you shoot lots of cum. Your balls are so big...,” I stammered. “Chris I am going to make you feel so good. And give you just what you need. And yes, you are going to get a huge load in you when I cum. You want that baby?” Falling back and pulling my legs up, I exposed my hole to him. “What a pretty hole. It’s all shiny with cum too. Cum makes great lube too”, he said, pushing a finger in my hole. I arched my back and gave in to the pleasure of my hole. There was one thing on my mind. I didn’t know if I should ask. Or if I wanted to know. When I thought about what had already happened it was too much to process and I just knew that at the time I hadn’t been able to resist it. If I asked, then i’d be asking for it before he even started. If i waited til after, then i could just say I didn’t know. And he already said he shoots a ton of cum. I had to know. “Ron, are you hiv positive?”

Looking back, I wish I had never heard about Craigslist. Or thAt Craigslist had policed their personal ads better. Or done away with them much, much earlier than they did. But They didn’t, and now I have to live with the consequences, however long that may be. There was a time when I didn’t really know about Craigslist personals. I used manhunt and adam4adam like a regular, horny gay guy. I also used scruff and Grindr, but those only ever seemed to work if I was out of town. But manhunt and A4A were iffy at best at producing a decent lay, and getting worse. That’s when I heard people talking about Craigslist. It started off as people laughing and talking about “sleazy Craigslist hookups”— like it was a joke. Only the dirtiest of people would post ads and connect that way. People talked about posts they had seen (or heard about) where guys were looking for really off the beaten path kink stuff. Like scat, or diaper play, or rape scenes. It was like the “dirty bookstore” of gay hookups, guys may do it, but didn’t want to be caught using it. Anyway, the seed had been planted (pun intended) and I found myself thinking about it more and more often. Especially as my one regular now had a boyfriend and was not available. And as I said before, manhunt and A4A seemed to be full of flakes. So one weekend night I found myself opening up the personal section and scrolling through to see what kind of trouble was out there. What I discovered was that most of the ads were pretty benign. Just guys looking for a quick hookup. Usually something anonymous with no strings. Which all sounded just fine to me. Now I did find a couple ads looking for stuff I considered beyond the pale, which I quickly skipped over. And then I discovered one ad that caught my eye. I really should have skipped it too, but I was intrigued. This is how the ad read: “PREGNANCY BY THE SPERMINATOR: Is your biological clock ticking? Are you looking to get knocked up? If so, my dick will get the job done. 100% pregnancy track record, usually on the first try. My baby batter is planted so deep, my DNA is guaranteed to take. Serious inquiries only. And no, I ain’t sending a pic of my cuntwrecker- just know it is Guinness Record big and will be the biggest you’ll ever take. Hit me up with a pic and digits in the first email.” There was only one pic with the ad. It was a gritty picture of an egg with sperm surrounding it, like you would see in a textbook or in a biology film. Only superimposed over the egg was the biohazard symbol. Now I wasn’t dumb, I’d been around enough to know the biohazard thing meant HIV positive. And the ad was in the gay men section of the ads so there wasn’t much mistaking what the ad was for. The guy was advertising converting guys into being HIV positive. On purpose. The ad disgusted me. Who would deliberately infect someone? But even worse, his ad was asking for guys who were actively seeking HIV infection? Who does that? Surely there weren’t guys out there that did this, were there? I skipped the ad that night and ended up emailing a top guy who was looking for a dark room pump n dump. He responded, saying he wanted to just walk in and find me on all fours ready to take cock. No talking. 30 minutes later, I was taking a 7” or raw dick, with only the flicker of porn to illuminate the room. I never saw the guys face. Only his nutload the next morning. After my first success, I went back to the Craigslist well again the next day. As I was perusing the ads, I found myself looking for the Sperminator ad. I couldn’t find it- it had probably been reported and removed. I’m not sure why I was fixated on this ad- the concept was revolting. But it also made my dick twinge a little, and I wasn’t sure why. Perhaps I was just intrigued by the description of the guy’s cock. Who knows? Even if the Sperminator ad wasn’t there, there were plenty of others. And that next day I found a couple other ads that sounded good and hit them up. That night I managed to get two more loads, one from a married DL guy and one from a hung, uncut hispanic just getting off work. Craigslist was really working for me! Over the next few months, I would find myself going to Craigslist when I was horny, and I’d usually find some cock. I was noticing a lot of similar and/or repeat ads with the same cock pics. A couple even from guys who had fucked me- and I’d often get repeat cumloads that way. It was in this way I stumbled on the Sperminator ad again. Same heading. Same text. Same pic. And again I was upset by it— and oddly turned on. But sure as hell I wasn’t gonna hit up the ad as I wasn’t one of those, twisted, fucked up “bug chasers”. Fuck that. Although as I scrolled through the ads looking for my next fuck, I started taking stock of whAt I was doing. I was having anonymous, Craigslist hookups and letting these random men fuck me unprotected and cum inside me. And to be honest, what did I know about these guys, really? I was negative but I never really asked about the status of the guys fucking me. Some of them could be positive and just not telling me. But guys wouldn’t do that, would they? Thoughts like this would inevitably quench my sex drive for awhile, until my ass would get the itch again and I’d jump back on good ol Craigslist and hunt down a load or three. About this time I started dabbling with posting my own ads. I had a killer ass pic that seemed to attract the tops. This ad helped me pull in a LOT of cock. But, as all good things do, Craigslist started becoming more hit and miss for me- more often than not a miss. And I started going longer and longer between fucks, and it was driving me crazy. And as we all know, horny and desperate leads to bad decision making. After one particularly crazy month of no sex due to family drama, work, and other extracurricular activities, I finally had a free weekend and I was climbing the walls. I needed sex in the worst way and goddamn it, I was gonna find some. So I jumped on Craigslist and started scrolling... and that’s when I saw it. The Sperminator as was back up. And I opened it found myself reading and rereading it. Why was I even entertaining the thought of this? And why was my dick straining against my sweats at the thought of a cuntwrecker of world record size? I closed the ad and kept scrolling. I found about 8 other ads that intrigued me enough that I sent them messages. After an hour And a half I had zero responses. And it was getting late. Fuck. I needed Dick in me or I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I was literally going out of my mind. Which is my only explanation for why I scrolled back to the Sperminator ad... and answered it. I sent him two pics— a face pic and my ass pic that seemed to get me laid. And I sent my phone number as requested. After I hit send my stomach was in knots. What did I just do? I rationalized it to myself by telling myself that he probably wouldn’t even message me. And even if he did I was under no obligation to respond. I could even block his number if I wanted. All of which would be moot because I was sure he wouldn’t... My phone chimed at me. I had a text. I opened the text window. Random local number text. All it said was “sup”. Fuck, what do I do now? I could ignore. But my stomach had that anxious feeling and my cock was throbbing in anticipation. What to do what to do?? I took a breath and texted back. Me: my ass. For cock Him: I see that. Nice ass. seen ur ads before. Thought about hittin it 4 awhile Me: glad you like. I’m kinda nervous tho. You sound huge Him: it is huge. U gon walk funny 4 days Me: lol that’s what scares me Him: u hit me up, u must want a baby Me: that also scared me Him: u wastin my time? U saw my ad. I knock bitches like u up for fun. U never forget this Dick. Him: U want or no? I waited and debated. And in the end, I texted back. Me: yes. Him: addy? I typed in my address, parking and entry instructions. And I hit send. Him: coo. See you in 20. Have that ass deep cleaned My god. What the fuck did I just do? What was I thinking? And hell, I better fucking check my prep work to make sure I am fully cleaned out. The next 20 minutes went by in a blur. My ass was fully prepped. I prelubed the hell out of my hole and I cracked open some fresh poppers. Just as I was dimming lights and getting the porn on, my phone buzzed. He was at my building entrance— and I was freaking out. I buzzed him in anyway. There were 30 tense seconds, and then there was a knock at my door. And there I was, at the rubicon. Was I going to do this— like for real do this? I opened the door and invited him in. The Sperminator was tall. Really tall. Like pro basketball tall. Probably 6’8”? And he was black. And he was handsome. Scruffy beard. Short dreads with blonde tips. A visible neck tattoo peaking out the top of his shirt. Biggest feet I’ve ever seen on a human— the Nike’s were enormous. I locked the door and led him to the living room. He took off his jacket and sat down. I asked if he needed anything to drink. He asked if I had beer— I did. I got two and joined him in the couch. “You’re really nervous,” he said. “Well yeah. I’m honestly not sure why I answered the ad, and I’m second guessing everything.” “Something about it must have got your juices flowing. You must secretly want that ass knocked up,” he smirked. “I don’t think I do— at least I never thought about it that way. I mean, I get off on taking raw cock and cum, but never thought about it much beyond that,” I confided. “Then why am I here dude? You know what I do and you answered my ad.” He stood up to leave. “Cuz I’m a whore for big cock and I think I’ll go crazy if I don’t get fucked and bred tonight!” I stated. “Well, I got big cock,” he said, and he swished his hips back and forth. He was wearing grey sweats and what swung back and forth below the fabric looked positively monstrous. “He sniffin our that pussy and he getting excited,” he said. And his rising cock started pressing into the leg fabric. I set my beer down and got on my knees in front of him. “Can I see it?” I asked. He nodded and I reached up and slowly pulled down his sweatpants. I had to pull his sweats almost down to his knees before his cock sprang free. Yes, you read that right. His cock nearly stretched to his knee! When it popped free, I just sat back on my heels and marveled. It was simply fucking huge. “Told ya,” he said. “You like? That pussy quiverin?” “Hoh. Lee. Fuck.” I finally breathed. “It is easily the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Porn or real life”. For my own edification, I cupped his balls and laid his cock along my arm. It went past my goddamn elbow. And it was torpedo shaped. The middle of it was fat— fat like my forearm fat. I mean, the whole thing was fat, but the middle was ridiculous. And I don’t think he was even fully hard yet. “Now that he up, he ain’t satisfied til he breed a pussy,” he told me. “So I hope you’re ready.” I sucked the the tip and as much of him into my mouth. Bottomed out in my mouth, i wasn’t even 1/3 of the way down his dick. Just feeling his head flex in my mouth and feeling that massive, heavy member was making my own dick leak. I tried sucking him a bit longer before I gave up and pulled off him. “Since I can’t even begin to suck this thing, let’s hope my ass is ready for this cuntwrecker. My ass was definitely not ready. We went to my bedroom and got naked. He laid down on my bed. “Here, imma do you a favor and let you sit on it. Normally I just take the pussy, but tonight I’m feeling generous.” So I lubed him liberally, straddled him, positioned his head at my hole, and hit the poppers hard. I still could have stopped. Said no. Made him leave. But that massive cock was beckoning me. I needed to try it, if anything just to say I did it. I wanted the story. And I wanted to know what that much cock felt like inside my body. So without another thought (and with a good popper rush going) I started to sink down onto his dick. I did not make it far. I got hung up at that thick middle portion. My ass was feeling full and I wasn’t even halfway onto him. I slow bounced up and down to try to get that thick portion in, but no dice. I pulled off and relubed us both, took more poppers, and tried again. And again I got stuck halfway at the thick part. He must have been at least 7” in diameter there. Or more. My fingers never came close to touching around it. “I don’t know if I can get you in,” I panted. “Sure you can, that pussy good and deep,” he said. I felt his hands move to my hips and then he sharply thrust up into me while pulling down on my hips. I howled in pain. I’m sure my neighbors thought I was being murdered, and I guess technically speaking, I was. He just tore my sphincter in one thrust and I nearly blacked out. My vision fuzzed our to blackness and I saw stars. And the pain made me feel nauseous. “There you go, baby,” he said. “Told you I’d fit— and make you walk funny for days.” And the irony was he wasn’t even fully in yet. His thick part was, but there was probably still 3 or 4 more inches of him to go. Thankfully he stayed still while my ass did it’s best to adjust to his massive size. I gulped great quantities of air in order to relax. And I hit the poppers again. Slowly I up and downed onto his cock and I could feel his head at my second ring. And then popped through and was beyond my second ring— and still going. And that’s when my eyes rolled back in my head. I’d never felt anything like it before. The biggest cock I’d previous had was probably a true 8.5”. It was enough to smash into my second ring and hurt. And eventually with some maneuvering his head went in. But it was uncomfortable. This cock was closer to 13”. And was sublime. The pleasure created by his cock rearranging my intestines and slipping well into my second ring was mind blowing. It was making me forget the pain at my hole. I hit the poppers and started to ride him in earnest as I could NOT get enough of that feeling. I rode him and worked myself into a lather. I was sweating bullets from the effort of taking something so massive into my body. And my dick was rock hard and leaking Precum onto his belly. I was in heaven. Or so I thought. “Ok, that’s enough of a free ride. Time for me to deep dick this pussy right,” he informed me. He lifted up on my hips and I slowly extricated his cock from my ass. It felt like it took a minute to fully pull out of me. The tug outward on my ass as the thick part pulled out was intense as hell. And thankfully I had indeed prepped adequately. He commented on this and was impressed. He got me on all fours at the edge of the bed (thankfully my bed was tall) and he stood up behind me. I asked him to put a bit more lube on (he did) and I took a good snootful of poppers. He positioned himself at my hole and said, “Get ready- cuz we ain’t stoppin til I put a baby in you.” And then he shoved in. The pleasure pain of it was exquisite. The thick part still hurt like fuck going in, but not like before. And he buried himself in me in one stroke and ache as he went into my second ring took my breath away. I screwed the poppers to my nose and prepared for his onslaught. It was borderline brutal. Once he was in, he set up to pistoning my guts with shorter deep thrusts. Making my second ring jack his head and shaft. And then every so often he’d do a long, slow, pullout— pause— then shove back in hard until his pelvis slapped my ass. I moaned and grunted with every hard thrust. The short strokes made me keen in delight. At some point my body gave in to his cock and he sensed it. It was like my ass stopped fighting and finally relaxed. When that happened, it was like I was transported to a different dimension. The pleasure. The deep deep pleasure was transcendent. It was like my whole body was on the edge of a sneeze and vibrating. When we reached this point, he started pulling his cock all the way out of me and then slamming it back in to the hilt. Again and again and again. I think I was either moaning or saying “oh fuck” with every thrust. I honestly don’t recall exactly. My vision was red from the poppers and I was almost having an out of body experience. “You ready to get pregnant, bitch?” He asked? “Fuck yes!! Knock me up deep!” I cried. He buried himself deep and did a series of quick, short thrusts. And then he grabbed my hips hard (enough to leave finger shaped bruises) and did one final wickedly hard thrust that he kept buried as deep as he could. I felt his massive member throb deep inside me. Deeper inside me than any man had ever been. It throbbed again. And again. And again. Six seven eight times. Or more. We stayed welded together until he stopped spurting and his dick started softening. Part of me was glad the fuck was over. My ass needed a break from the pain aspect. But the full feeling in my ass was so nice I didn’t want him to pull out. But eventually he did, but not before telling me to tighten my hole and squeegee every drop of seed out of his cock. I collapsed onto the bed and into a huge wet spot. Apparently he’d fucked the cum out of me, but I was so out of it, I didn’t realize when I had cum. As he cleaned himself up in my bathroom he complimented me on my ass and my ability to take his cock. “Most guys cry,” he said matter of factly. As I walked him to the door he said, “Now you read my ad, right? 100% pregnancy guarantee. If you don’t get it this time, I’ll come back til you do. I got a rep to protect. You just let me know.” He had to come back two more times before my pregnancy test came back positive.

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

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

The Couple in my life… (part 1) I met this couple online and I was chatting with one of them, true bear, fur all over, hung, beard, stocky, gorgeous. We chatted off and on for several months when he asked if I wanted to meet, of course I said yes without hesitation. They were looking for a third but he wanted to meet me alone first to get to know me before introducing me to his partner, who was a bit older but just as sexy and hot. I met him after work one evening at a local coffee place. I got there first, he walked in and he was so much hotter than in pics. We talked for a few hours and he had to take off because he had an early morning but told me he wanted to meet up again. So we made plans to meet at his office the next day and then go back to his place to have dinner and hang out, his partner was away for the week so it was cool. I met him at his office and he told me to follow him. We arrived at his house and I made sure I had my condoms packed in my wallet just in case the night went where I wanted it. He gave me a tour and there was one room he skipped over. I didn’t think much of it and then he said it was just an empty bedroom for storage. We went back downstairs and he started to prep dinner and poured some wine for us. This led to opening another bottle, and another. We were both pretty lit by the time dinner was ready. Just before dinner was ready he came over and asked what I was into, I explained I am open to anything and a bottom. He got a big grin on his face, leaned in and kissed me. We kissed for a few minutes, he pulled away and said, this will be fun. He then served up dinner and we continued talking. He asked if I was sub and replied, I can be. Then he asked if I liked enhancements, I asked what kind, he said, poppers, pot, meth, coke, I replied that I loved poppers, pot does nothing for me and I have never tried meth or coke. Are you open to trying he asked, I replied, sure. He got a big grin and said, awesome! Let’s move to the couch…. We get on the couch and start making out hard. He asks me do I like bareback and say no, I have condoms with me. He says ok and make out some more and then he tells me to get upstairs… I reply with a yes sir… He orders me to strip down then to strip him, his body is amazing, and I rub it and kiss it all over. He tells me to get on the bed on all fours and walks out of the room. He comes back and quickly slips a hood on my head. I try to fight and he just holds me down. He whispers in my ear, remember you told me you were sub, now your mine…. I just replied, yes sir. He starts to finger my hole hard, it feels like it’s getting cut up. He pulls his fingers out and shoves them in my mouth to clean them off. I oblige. Then I feel something hard against my hole, it scratches as it gets pushed in, he says, this should relax you some. I asked what the fuck are you giving me, he just leaned in and says shhhhh, its ok. Then tells me to get up on my feet. I can’t see a thing so I carefully get up and stand there; he takes my arm and starts to lead me somewhere. I allow him and don’t ask where we are going, I hear a door creak open and it’s very warm in the room and smells weird. The floor is rubbery and he leads me into the room and then turns me around and tells me to sit up into what’s behind me. I have trouble to he helps me and its cold and feels like its hanging, like a swing. He helps me adjust in the seat and then grabs my arm and I feel him handcuff it to something, and then grabs the other and does the same, then my feet are lifted and locked in place. Good boy he replies. He pulls off the hood and there is a mirror above me, I look around and see that I am in a sling. I am feeling kinda high now and getting very horny. He turns on the other lights and I see all kinds of things, dildos, whips, flogs, the room is a dungeon, this is the room he didn’t show me earlier. He walks over and kisses me, I get a full view of his cock, so not what he said, it’s bigger! And has a 000 gauge piercing. He pulls off the kiss and asks where are my condoms, I reply they were in my pants pocket, and I brought the magnums. He walks into the other room and comes back with my pants and reaches in and pulls out the sleeve of 5 condoms. He looks and me and says, were you expecting to use all these? I chuckle and say, not all of them… he laughs back and says, I’m not going to use any of them.. I look at him puzzled. He walks over to a drawer, pulls out a scissor and cuts all the condoms in half, I don’t use condoms remember, he replies. You want to be our boy then you do it the way we want. You actually will be mine to start, hence why you are here alone with me. He says, I am going to mark you as mine. Mark me? I reply, yes, I am going to fuck you all night and poz you up! I reply no way and start to squirm. Don’t worry boy, you are already on your way. Your hole is nice and raw and I plan on fucking you and dropping my loads in you all night. With that he takes a rag, dumps some poppers into it and wraps the rag around my nose, holding it in place with a ball gag in my mouth. My head starts too spin and he then puts a belt around my arm and pulls out a syringe. I see it’s filled with liquid. He wraps a rubber strap around his arm, injects some of the liquid and pulls some blood out, gives me a wink and says welcome to the family and finds a vein in my arm and inserts the needle, I watch him pull some blood, mixing his and mine together and then jams the contents into my arm. Welcome to the club baby. He pulls the needle out and releases the belt, I feel an instant rush and start to cough and I feel like I’m going to pass out. He walks around and is down by my ass, and says, you ready boy? I just start begging to be fucked. He says, good boy and rams his cock all the way in.. He starts to fuck me hard and keeps say, daddy loves my boys ass… within a few minutes he shoots a huge load in my hole. I beg for more, he just keeps fucking me, he dropped 4 loads in me in an hour. He pulls out, walks over to my head and kisses me. How is boy feeling he asks, I reply, I want more. Fuck me more I beg. He laughs, in time baby. He grabs the strap, hits me full force across my ass, and then wraps it around my arm again. He says, this will help you rest a bit, and then you will be ready for more. He gets another syringe and finds a vein and injects all the contents. He leans in and kisses me and says, get some rest baby boy, you will have a long night. He walks to the wall, getting a big butt plug and shoves it into my ass. I don’t want anything leaking out while your resting, winks and walks out. I look up and see the mirror and see myself laying there. In my haze, I look around and see cameras on the walls, I pass out. More to come……

“Wait,” I moaned. I was hesitant but I didn’t catch myself refusing as someone pressed a bottle of poppers under my nose for me to huff back on. I was suddenly beginning to regret giving Mac head in front of them, or even staying there after arriving after realizing he’d invited friends or was parting. I’d anticipated a rough, sloppy fuck with Mac, but instead I was feeling woozy, high, and suddenly rushed. “Wait, what? You said you wanted to get pigraped,” Mac said, handing me the blunt as I wiped spit from my jaw. The other men eagerly undressed and the table with all the party supplies was pulled back. Someone smeared lube in the crack of my ass and roughly shoved a finger in. The lights were even lower now and I couldn’t make out who was who, save for Mike and Mac who were the biggest of them. Someone put their dicks to my lips but I was reaching for my beer, and it was given to me to quickly take a gulp and then I was pulled back again, Mike’s hard black dick being shoved down into my throat. I gagged and choked. Mac was fingering my ass as the other men helped to hold my legs up, hold facing off the edge of the couch. I felt his fingers come out and then one go back in and scratch around. The sensation burned and I moaned and tried to pull back but my hands were grabbed and I was pinned back, Mike laughing and cursing as he fucked my throat. “Yeah, slut, suck that dirty dick. Give him another bump and split his shit open.” Mike issued as my mouth ached trying to stretch around his humongous dick. I could barely fit half of it down into my throat, but as his words registered I began to freak out and try pull away. The grip around my wrists tightened and I realized it was Mike holding my leg as I opened my eyes. Mac looked angry as he reached behind him and then shoved his finger back into my ass. Burning again. “You said you wanted to get pigraped – what’s wrong? Stupid bitch…I told you to be careful what you wish for,” Mac said, attitude no longer playful. With that he grabbed his dick, stroked it down twice and shoved it head first into my hole, ripping me open and slamming it all the way in. My asshole felt like a rubber band, and I could have sworn I felt it snap and send a hollow feeling through me. Mike quickly yanked his dick out of my throat so I wouldn’t bite and covered my mouth as I screamed a shrill pitch. Voices laughed and cheered him on. Fuck that stupid hoe. Tear his shit up. He ain’t goin no where, I dropped some G in his beer – give this bitch his first dirty nut. Tears filled my eyes as Mike looked down at me, still covering my mouth as he stood chuckling like a parent often does at a child. G? Wasn't that the daterape drug? I wasn't sure. I wasn't even sure if I was feeling the effects of it or not. I was still in angst waiting, thinking the bump was going to make me hallucinate or something. My asshole was still on fire, feeling Mac’s thick dick plunge back and forth inside of me, yanking my asshole and guts back and forth. The pain and pressure pressed upward into my stomach and finally began to dull after a few moments. The two recording it on their camera phone came in close as Mac began to grunt and curse me and call me a nasty pig bitch. “You’re hole is gonna be ruined when I’m done with you bitch. This shit’s gonna be all nasty and open and full of poz nut. Everyone’s gonna know you’re a whore.” Someone laughed and someone grunted. My eyes went wide with fear as Mac sped up with his thrust and Mike tightened his grip. “Give it to him! Knock that pussy up.” Mac growled and planted his dick as deep inside of me as he could and I could feel his nutt spurting up inside of my ripped open guts. I was high now, and tired, thankful that the painful thrusts were over for the moment, but I trembled as I lay pinned back on the couch. Was he really HIV Positive? Mac laughed. “You’re a pig now, bitch. For life.” I tried to growl something from underneath Mike’s hand, but it came out muffled. Then he removed it. “What’s wrong?” “I told you to wait… You didn’t tell me you were poz.” “You didn’t ask. You said you wanted to be pigraped. Shut the fuck up, bleed, and take some nut. You wanted to be a stupid faggot for niggas you didn’t know.” Someone else moved in Mac’s place and began rubbing his dick over my aching hole, smearing the blood and the cum all over the head of his dick. “Stop. Please. For real,” I tried to say but they pinned me back again and laughed. “Breed this bitch so I can wreck this bitch and fist all that dirty nut in him till he rosebuds.” A rag doused in Maximum impact was put over my mouth and mymind went numb as the next guy plowed my hole. By the time I came to, they were already switching up. I’d been bred again. Mike laughed and flopped his humungous dick over my crotch. “You gonna need another bump for this dick bitch. But you gonna take it.” I squirmed. His dick had to be at least 12 inches long and THICK as a beer can. I didn’t want my hole to be ruined by him roughly plowing me like a dirty whore. Secretly, I think I hoped he’d come to my rescue and sweep me off to the bedroom, but he wouldn’t. Instead he quickly forced another bump up my ass and used his two fingers to rub it into my swollen bleeding tissues. Then someone gave put the poppers under my nose and I hit it for what seemed like forever. Finally, as Mike stroked his dick back to length at my hole, they pulled the bottle away and let my head zoom as he pushed forth inside of me. “Oh!” I howled. “Yeah bitch. Let Daddy wreck that pussy. You gon keep giving this shit up.” “He wasn’t as rough as Mac was. Instead he moved forward slowly, buring himself as deep as he could inside of me, making me take all of it into my second hold before pulling out and thrusting back in. I moaned and groaned and finally he readjusted himself and began slamming my hole with that dick. I screamed out and cried. “Wait! Stop!” “Shut the fuck up pig. Hold him in place.” I was helpless as they continued to rape me. My mind was flying with the drugs and I was suddenly fading in and out. The beer. They must have put something in the beer. But I knew that, didn't I? Thinking about it, I spaced out. When I came to, I was in the bedroom on my back, having my face pissed on while Mike continued to terrorize my insides with his giant dick. “Nasty bitch. Take this nutt.” Mike grunted as he shoved himself deep and quaked as his dick released another heavy nutt inside of me. “That’s like 15 nuts now Mac,” someone laughed. Mike quickly removed himself to take another hit of the pipe and get a drink and Mac sat on the bed between my legs and began to smear Crisco all over my hole as he puffed smoke out from a lit cigar. His face looked like a growling bears as his brows bent and the clouds gathered around his barely shaven, bearish face. “No,” I said. I’d didn't wanted to be fisted. The thought disgusted me. I didn’t want to be so loose and open that no one would be satisfied with me, or want to do anything other than fuck me like a hoe. And I definitely didn’t want to end up with a rosebud or with my insides poking out like most fisting bottoms. But more poppers were brought to me and hands gripped me down. Mac laughed and flicked his car carelessly, leaving ass falling onto my greasy hole. “No means yes when a pig is getting raped,” he said. “I’m gonna make sure you’re hole is ruined bitch.” Four fingers went in with ease. I moaned out and he spit on me. “Shut the fuck up. You ain’t goin no where. You better lie there and take it so I don’t have to punch this shit open and send you to a hospital.” I wanted to cry, but instead I relaxed as he slipped his fifth digit in and bean to slowly work my hole. More poppers were given to me as I moaned loudly, and then finally, hands gripped me tightly and I could feel himself forcing his way in. I screamed out. Someone covered my mouth and cheered him on. “It’s almost in. Almost in… Almost.” POP! I felt my hold close up around his wrist, burning, aching, like my torso was being split in half. I huffed on my own breaths and choked as I cried. They laughed. “Work that shit open. Fuck this nasty bitch. Wreck that hole.” I could feel his hand turning inside of me, pressing back and forth against my insides, looking for the next opening, and then he pulled back and I grunted and growled in pain and anguish. “Yeah bitch! Open that pussy up. Push that shit out.” I pushed out and his hand started to move back out of me. Before it came out he pushed it back in though. I thought it was going to kill me. “Mmm…somebody get another bump. And give him the pipe, he’s gonna need a hit,” Mac ordered, slowly pushing his hand in and out of my sphincter, stretching it out. “Oh my god,” I managed to cry from beneath the hand over my mouth. Mac laughed as he pulled his hand out and another bump when in me. Someone put a glass pipe to my lips and told me to inhale. I did, and then I laid back feeling my dick get hard for some shaming reason. “Look at his dick gettin’ hard. You nasty, dirty ass faggot. You deserve every disease you get and every dude that rapes you,” Mac said, slapping me and then spitting on me. His hand went back to my hole and shoved up inside of me roughly. I screeched. He laughed. They held me down and started to shove poppers at my nose and dick down my throat again while Mac continued fisting my hole out. Mike came back in and sat at the head of the bed where I was being fed more dirty, sweaty dick. “Yeah, Mikey think’s he likes it. When Big Mac gets done, that hole is gonna be OPEN! You're gonna have a big ass, sick rosebud, bitch. Ain’t nobody gonna want you so you might as well keep giving it to us. We gonna pimp you party bitch. And when Mac's finished, I’m getting both my big ass hands in that lil pussy and then we got more dick on the way. Oh yeah, we got at least 5 other guys on the way now and like 30 more to call.” They laughed as I went limp and felt my holes opening wide. I have no idea how many guys raped my raw ass. I want to say 22, but I was too fucked up to be sure. When they finished I found myself gathering my senses as quickly as possible, ready to go home and hide. The mattress in the bedroom was a greasy mess of cum, crisco, lube, piss, a rather large blood stain, and even shit. I had shit on my face too, but couldn't remember everything. I was almost half asleep on the ride home in the truck with Mac, and after hiding in my room and avoiding anymore contact with with him for over a week, I got an email. It was short. "I told you a lot of bitches regret asking to be pigraped. Call me when you can't nobody else to fuck that nasty pussy now. If you test Poz, that hole belongs to me bitch. If you test Poz for HIV and Hep, it's my man Mike's, but we'll all still dump in that hole anytime..."

Great story, I hope there’s more

I like both. I like the challenge of not knowing what the guy likes and making him cum and I like the repeats that go right to fucking me exactly how they want without asking "how does that feel?". Just use my hole. Don't worry about me! <oink>

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!

yes sir. i did take another dozen loads during the day in various apartments.took 2 of those in an alley behind a dumpster. both guys met me there to tag team my ass cause they wanted something "quick and easy" and said "nobody is easier than you" lol

guys we refer to as rednecks, trailer trash, blue collar or some such, I have found are the best lays, b/c they come without all the middle class hangups. course they likely have hangups of their own. but I would love to spend a weekend with a redneck.

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

Usually by this time with a guy we had already decided who was going to top but the kiss had been so sudden I had no idea if this was just going to be a kiss and grope or we were going all the way. I heard him moan into the kiss and realized from his actions he didn’t either. Our hands explored over each other’s bodies and we kept kissing. Most straight or curious guys I had been with didn’t like to kiss but Louis wasn’t one of them. He seemed to love to kiss and was really good at it. But I needed more. While I usually topped, I figured that he would feel more comfortable fucking. I broke the kiss and rubbed our beards together as I moved back to his ear. I sucked on the earlobe a moment and then kissed down his neck. My hand rustled through the chest hair on his right side and down to his stomach. My head was following behind and my teeth latched on to his nip, biting it gently while I sucked on it. Louis’s hands were on the back of my head making sure my mouth didn’t stray too far from his body. I hooked my fingers around the waistband of his trunks and pulled them down, feeling his hard cock spring free and rub over my chest, drooling precum into my fur. I let go of his nipple and traced my tongue down his treasure trail, feeling the shaft brush through my beard to my lips. I licked the head of his cock and then wrapped my lips around it, slowly descending until my nose was buried in his trimmed pubes. I squeezed my throat around the tip of his cock and felt him shudder and moan. Slowly I pulled back until the flare of his cock head was on the inside of my lips and then I went back down. I began to bob on Louis’ cock using every trick I knew to drive his lust into overdrive. My tongue, lips and throat worked his cock like I’m sure no woman had ever done to him. I could feel he was getting close and I decided that I wasn’t going to swallow this load. I pulled off and sucked on his balls, one at a time, looking up and seeing his eyes closed and his mouth agape. I wondered what he was envisioning - me sucking him or some hot supermodel. I pushed off my shorts and walked the few steps over to his bike and bent over, the straps from my jock framing my furry ass. One hand was on the tank and the other on the back of the seat, I was braced for the fuck I hoped was going to happen. Louis looked at me and I looked back at him. He looked confused, like he had never fucked anyone before. Finally he said “You got any rubbers?” “Nope. No lube either, spit is gonna have to do. You ever fuck an ass?” I asked. “Nnnnno” was all he replied, obviously nervous. “Same as pussy, just better” I said before I spit on my hand and rubbed my hole with it. I knew it wasn’t enough for him to just slide in, but I like rough fucks. Louis moved closer, holding his cock in his shaking right hand. I pulled my butt apart and wiggled it suggestively. He spit on the end of his cock and rubbed it over my winking hole. I would have been in heaven if he had spent a long time rimming my ass, but I’d have to wait for that another time. Hopefully there would be another time, I thought. I relaxed and pushed back about the time he pushed forward. It took a moment of pressure, but then he popped inside. “Oh fuck… Oh my god… Aaahhhhh… aaaahhh… ahhhh” was all he said as his cock drove slowly into my hole. He got half way in and then pulled back a bit. He rocked his hips, getting deeper each time until I finally felt his hips hit my ass. The lack of lube had definitely given me the burn inside, but knowing he was fucking me raw made up for it. I felt his hands grasp my hips and he started to plow in and out of my hungry hole. His moans and grunts filled the garage and my hole started to get slicker as his precum coated the walls of my rectum. He pounded harder and I felt the sweat drip off his body on to my back. Louis slowed down after a while and I wasn’t sure if he was getting cold feet and was about to pull out or whether he was mixing it up so he could fuck longer. He kept fucking though and I enjoyed every thrust. When his hands moved to my shoulders and he started to hammer my hole I knew the answer. Several minutes later the grunts got louder and I could tell his breathing was erratic. A few well timed squeezes of my sphincter and he buried his cock all the way in. I could feel the throbbing from his cock and knew he was filling me with his pent up load. My own cock started to pulse, shooting cum all over the floor and milking all of the seed from his balls. Sadly, this wasn’t the first time I had wasted a load on the garage floor. I stood up, reaching back to make sure he stayed inside me and felt his sweaty chest against my back. It felt odd with one side furry and the other side shaved, but there was no way I was going to complain. I felt Louis’s arms wrap around me and his heavy breaths on my neck as the rush slowly dissipated. “Oh my god, that was amazing” Louis said breathlessly. He couldn’t see my grin but it was almost from ear to ear. After a few minutes, I moved forward and felt his softening cock fall out of my ass. I felt the familiar drip of cum run down my leg and I turned around to see if he was ok or if I had gone too fast once again and fucked it up. He leaned in and kissed me again. It only lasted a few moments before he backed away a half step. “So that’s what gay sex is like?” Louis asked. I chuckled and said “That’s just the tip of the iceberg, Louis.”

Really looking forward to the next chapter

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

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….

It's almost the end of March (1/4 of the year) and I stand at 59 fucks received and 26 fucks given, for a total of 84 fucks...yeah, not all of the fucks resulted in a load (sigh) but all were raw!! Total for 2018: 231 fucks received, 112 given = 343...Need to step it up!!!! More sex parties, bath houses ans sex clubs...Oink!!

I would like to see a demonstration involving a funnel gag. In fact, if audience participation is allowed I would like to be a demo human-urinal.

GuyGoneBad is so right- do NOT be captive and imprisoned by your emotions- free them, honor your needs and hungers and open up to who you can be- so much of this culture is tied up in how we look and ignores the person who is inside- I come at this from the TOP:some of my M OST powerful, intense, rewarding and experience-expanding experiences a TOTALLY needy COCK that seeks out the hunger of that sub's ass- if I was fucking you doggie-style in a dark room in a bath house- you would not experience my looks- you SHOULD only be focused on my cock and if it is hard and lubed enough to open up your hole. Relax. Do not judge a book by it's cover- and who knows, you might meet some incredible people in the process.

All men should have this condition. ? I love cum and I can only dream about finding a top with this. ? damn thats bareback bottoms dream.

My tea was ready for me when I got home. “How was your first day?” Asked my mother as I sat down to eat. “Alright,” I replied, blushing as I remembered being fucked and feeling my arsehole still wet and puffy from the pounding it had received. “That’s good.” She replied. She noted his blush and the excitement in his eyes. She was sure she was right – Timmy was gay and, if his face was to be believed, no longer a virgin. “You’ll be going back tomorrow, then?” She asked. I looked at her and returned her smile. “Oh yes.” The next day, I went to the Sauna and helped Bill clean up before the sauna opened. Bill was stripped down to singlet and shorts to clean the shower area and I saw he was covered with tattoo’s. In particular, there was a large biohazard symbol on Bill’s fat, hairy stomach with two scorpion’s either side. Bill saw me looking. “Like my tatt’s?” He said. “Yeah,” I said “but what does that symbol mean on your stomach?” “Don’tcha know what that means?” I shook my head. “It means I’m poz, mate. You might see a few more on the clientele.” I was surprised, and also slightly excited, and wracked my brains to remember if there had been tattoos on the men the previous day. Bill was rubbing his crotch and there was a sizeable bulge in his trousers. “Mind you, they don’t all have them. May be you got pregnant yesterday already!” And he laughed at my shocked expression. He also noticed me lick my lips unconsciously. Slowly, he unzipped his trousers. “Want to see my old, poz cock?” I stared, mesmerised, as Bill opened his trousers and levered out a fat, heavy cock with a thick mushroom head, slimey with pre-cum. I was trembling with fear and excitement and didn’t resist as Bill took my hand and placed it on the warm flesh which stiffened slowly until I was holding Bill’s erection. “Good lad,” said Bill. “Give it a rub, then” I began to wank the warm. Silky flesh, feeling my own erection in my pants, but feeling my arsehole throb and twitch even more strongly. Suddenly, Bill pulled me into his arms and kissed me on the mouth. I gasped as I felt a man’s lips on minefor the first time, and the wet tongue probing my mouth. I gasped with pleasure, almost swooning in Bill’s arms as the man’s hands went round to cup my buttocks, and my heart pounded in my chest. I couldn’t resist as the hands moved to myis belt, undid the buckle and slid them and myunderwear down to my knees. My cock sprang up against Bill’s belly, but the man ignored it. He sensed Timmy was almost there, almost ready for impregnation. He fumbled in his pocket, found the poppers and opened the brown bottle. He took a brief sniff to get him going, then stuck the bottle under my nose. “breathe,” He said. I took a deep sniff and felt the poppers explode in my head and a warmth which swept away my inhibitions. I began to snog Bill’s lips, gasping with pleasure, as Bill hurriedly pushed his own trousers and underwear down. It was time. “Do you want my cock?” He breathed into my ear. I barely heard, instead squeezing the heavy cock pressing against my belly. Bill chuckled to himself. There was an old sofa in the changing area. He lifted my t-shirt over his chubby torso, squeezing my flabby tits and nipples until I gasped with pleasure. It was definitely time to mate, he thought. He turned me around, bent me over the arm of the sofa, dug the tube of lube out of his pocket, and smeared it gently between my fat, upraised buttocks, dipping his finger in gently until I squealed with delight. Then he grasped his cock, and began to push the mushroom head into the delicate pink slit between my cheeks. I gasped with pain and began to wriggle. “Easy, just relax”, whispered Bill and pushed the poppers under my nose. He felt my quivering body sag in surrender, pushed forward and then the head burst in and his shaft followed in a delicious rush until he was balls deep in my backside. I couldn’t believe how good it felt as Bill began to thrust slowly in and out. My own erection had subsided, and my sole focus was on the sensation of Bill’s heavy cock sliding in and out. I felt Bill pull my arms back. “Hold it open!” He gasped, placing my hands on my buttocks and making me pull them apart so he could get deeper in. I was gasping with pleasure, wanting only to be fucked, and with a growing sense of wanting more – of wanting Bill’s tainted seed. I groaned, my eyes opened wide and my tongue flickered over dry lips as I knew Ie was going to let this man come in me.. Bill was gasping now, close to cumming and he sensed my acceptance of my fate. But I think he wanted to be sure. He leant over my chubby, sweating body and whispered in his ear. “I’m…I’m…gonna cum!” He gasped. “Gonna…ahh…gonna give you my baby’s. Is that what you want… want me to get you pregnant?” I could only arch my back and thrust against Bill’s belly. “Cum in me!” I sobbed. With a growl of pleasure Bill thrust into my chubby body, his cock swelling and throbbing as he shot his dirty load into my rectum, sensing with every spurt that he was impregnating the willing body beneath him. Finally he finished and slowly slid his cock out, closing the buttocks behind to prevent sperm leaking from my ravaged hole. “There you go, you’re fucked now.” He said, belching with pleasure and slapping my quivering buttocks. “I need to open up. Wipe your arse but don’t bother putting your clothes on. I’ve told the regulars you’re an added bonus for them. They can fuck you whenever they want. “ I stood up and nodded. Bill stroked my hair. “Let’s see how many babies we can give you, eh?”

PART 4 Chris sat on the edge of Kevin’s bed as Kevin rifled thru his drawer selecting a jock for Chris to try. Oh my god, Chris thought to himself, holy shit this is real. I got act cool. Should I try to hide my hardon? What if he thinks I am lame because I am hard? But maybe he will like it? Chris’s thoughts rushed thru his head, his adrenaline surging as the the nerves and excitement hit him. Kevin turned around now and faced him, Chris looked up. Kevin held up a jock in his hand. “This should look amazing on you. It was a little small on me but I bet it fits your frame perfectly. Here, try it on. Let’s see!”, Kevin said as he tossed Chris the jock. Chris was a little shy and tried to cover himself a little as he shed his shorts and put on the jock. As he adjusted it, he was thankful that the pouch stretched enough so even though it wAs obvious he wAs hard, it stayed trapped inside. Chris was almost shaking he was so nervous and turned on at the same time. “Oh fuck!” Kevin blurted, taking in the young man in front of him. “Turn around Chris”, Kevin spoke quietly. Chris slowly turned so his back was facing Kevin. Without being asked, he spread his legs slightly. “What a perfect little boy butt! God it’s so fucking hot Chris.”, Kevin said in a low voice. Chris was instantly more confident and less nervous. Kevin loves his ass. He thought it was perfect. He thinks I am hot, Chris thought to himself. The nerves fading, Chris was just feeling more and more turned on. Without thinking, Chris blurted, “I think you are so hot. Even when I saw you at the store, you are so hot.” Then Chris gestures at Kevin’s cock and added, “ And THAT looks huge!” Kevin grinned. The boy was his. Faster than he had thought, but this boy was so ready. He had just needed someone to light the fuse. Now it was a matter of slowly turning up the heat and making Chris need to take yet another step forward. Time to tease the boy along a little bit, get him talking, Kevin thought to himself. Time to get to him to start telling Kevin what he really wants. That was a big part of it, Kevin thought, getting a guy like Chris to want it so bad he admits it, or even better, begs for it. Most times, once they opened up and admitted it, the young guys can’t wait to tell all their fantasies and desires. Kevin had a feeling Chris was ready to tell him everything. Kevin walked over and sat down On the bed and motioned for Chris to come sit next to him. “Do you like being over here Chris? Being free to express yourself?, Kevin asked. Chris nodded. “Good. I’m happy you are here. Very happy. Nothing is better for me than helping a young man like you find himself. And you are the sexiest young man I have ever had the privilege of helping. And I will tell you a little secret, since you have shared with me, I like it when you stare at my cock. I like it a lot. So don’t be shy ok sexy? You can look at it as much as you want. Remember we can try anything. It’s just us. Two hot gay men together.” The words had a further effect on Chris, as Chris replied “i love being here. I cAnt beleive you think I am sexy. You are like the hottest guy I have ever seen. Fuck that cock looks so big.” Kevin could see the signs of the boy losing control. He could see Chris’s lust was in overdrive. “Want to see my cock Chris?”, Kevin asked quietly. “Please!” Chris blurted immediately. Kevin stood up and slid out of his speedo, exposing his now half hard cock, that would eventually be 8 inches rock hard. Chris had his eyes glued to it, examining every detail. Chris always thought he had a nice dick but Kevin wAs not only longe but much thicker. And what a big cockhead. The way his pubes were shaved short looked sexy as hell, Chris thought. And those smooth shaved balls were fucking massive! What a perfect cock, Chris thought. “Chris.... chris. You here?”, Kevin joked trying to get Chris’s attention. Chris had been so mesmerized by Kevin’s huge cock he had lost all other focus. Embarrassed, Chris looked Kevin in the eyes. “Chris when you would think about guys and having hot man sex, what did you think about? What did you want to do? Actually... let me put it another way, if you had a choice of me sucking you or you sucking me which one would you want?”, Kevin asked. Chris was quiet for a moment. He had kept this answer a secret for so long and now he was about to share it. Before he could lose his nerve, Chris spoke quickly “Its always me getting to suck making the other guy cum. That’s what I like. I.. I’d want to suck you. You wouldn’t have to suck me.” This was going better than Kevin ever hoped for. Chris might really be something truly special. This kid wAs so horny and obviously so fucking gay. The kind of guy that is a natural for becoming a cum dump, Kevin thought. “Chris is there anything else? A lot of guys that love wearing jocks, that feel natural wearing them... it’s because they like showing their asses off. They want guys to notice their sexy young ass, so that they can find a nice a top man to give that ass attention. Chris... does your ass need attention?” Chris’s barriers were just about broken and he immediately nodded and then added “I think about getting fucked. I think about it so much.” Chris couldn’t believe he had just said that but he barely felt like he had any control over himself anyways. This was all happening so fast but he couldn’t stop himself. This was everything he had wanted for as long as he could remember. He was finally in a new town in his own place and had found a mentor that he could be truly himself with. Now here he was finally living his life as a gay man, in a jockstrap with the hottest guy ever naked. Chris was so turned on he knew he had no intention of slowing this down. And as he stared at Kevin’s now hard cock he knew that he was going to do anything Kevin wanted. “All those things you have wanted to do Chris... you have no idea how badly I want to do those things with you. My sexy little bottom. I am going to show you so many things.”, said Kevin in a whisper as he stepped closer to Chris, so close that his cock was inches from Chris’s face. Kevin didn’t have to ask. Chris could t hold back. That massive cock in his face broke his last shred of nerves and he was just hungry now. And as his mouth engulfed the head of Kevin’s cock, Chris thought to himself that he had never felt more complete. With this hot man standing in front of him feeding him his cock, Chris knew this was where he was supposed to be. He had been right all along. As his eyes closed and he settled in trying to take as much cock as he could, he was in heaven finally living his true self serving a hot top man with his mouth.

Amen!!! I too focus on the cock and taking the sperm inside me. I will bend over for any man!

Hey bud, love getting it that way. Make the hookup plans, then leave door unlocked, be on all fours on my bed, tits worked, poppered, and ready to be mounted. It's that waiting time that gets us, and then the anticipation (and fear) when we hear the door open and close. The sound of his steps coming into the room, his clothes dropping off. That all serves to put me further into heat and so hungry for cocks. Still not seeing him, I feel him reach around and under and start working my nips. They are so hot-wired to my hole that it instantly gets me moaning and begging, "Fuck me. Fuck me, Sir". I popper up, feel the head of his cock at my hole, and then the whole manimal process begins as he mounts me, fucks me, and ultimately breeds me. After all, that's what it was all about to begin with wasn't it? Fulfilling that inner primal animal instinct that drives us in life. OINK!

PART 2 i was so nervous but sex was leading down the hall, his hand gently guiding me. His room was sparse but it wa nice. He led me in and closed the door. He looked me over as I stared at him. Finally, he spoke. “Obviously, we know each other outside of this room. That’s a totally diffferent place and it’s no ones busniness what we do here. And call me Tim. That’s my first name”, he said before smiling and adding “now get out of those clothes and get comfortable.” With that, he reached and pulled off his underwear, freeing that gorgeous man cock. I was shy, but I got naked. “Let me see you. Damn, you are hot Chris. Turn around and show me that ass. What a hot ass. Spread now so I can see your little hole. Show me, show me your boyhole,” the last part coming out almost in a whisper. I had no idea what was gonna happen or what to do, but I showed him. “Hot fucking hole. What a sexy butt. Have you gotten fucked yet Chris?” He asked. I wasn’t gonna lie, so I told him the truth. “I... I’ve sucked two guys from school a few times that’s it,” I said nervously. He grinned. “We are gonna have so much fun. Just so you know what I like, I like most everything, but most of all I like to play with a young guys butt. Touch it, lick it, fuck it. Stuff I think you want badly,” he said in a low sexy voice. I just nodded. I was so excited and nervous. “Chris, there’s something I have to do. Lay down on the bed on your tummy. Yeah, that’s it now spread your legs open a little more. Perfect,” he instructed. And then i felt him climb on the bed and crawl between my legs. I had no idea what was next. I felt him lower himself and then I felt his breath, hot as it hit my asscheeks. I felt his hands grab those cheeks and slowly pull them apart. He seemed to get even closer and I heard him inhale deeply. “God your little butt smells so fucking good Chris. So tangy and musky just like it should be,” he whispered.he was so close his face was now basically in my ass crack. And then I felt it. ThAt first flick of a wet tongue, his wet tongue, sliding across my virgin hole. I gasped and bucked, but he had a firm grip as he now lashed out at it, attacking it with his tongue. His mouth was sucking and licking and it had me gasping for breath as I bucked and writhed and learned the ectasy of having a man lick my boy hole. His tongue swirled and teased. It drove strong and deep. His mouth suckled my hole, devouring it. It felt so good I was losing control and making noises I had never made before. It just felt so good. I didn’t even care about my cock. Mr Johnson, Tim, knew how to make my ass feel better than my cock had ever felt. I continued to melt with his attention. It just felt so good. All I cared about was Tim playing with my ass. Whatever I had to do to keep this ecstasy going, to make him want to give my butt attention. He was just so good. It seemed like he loved it as much as me, and I wondered if it made him hard to play with my ass like this. I wondered if he loved my hole as much as I loved him playing with it. I wanted him too. I wanted my hole to please him.

For me it's a huge turn-on being fucked and bred by another bottom., especially when I notice the guy fucking me has a sloppy hole. Just because someone is a bottom doesn't mean that he won't enjoy fucking and breeding some sloppy hole at a bathhouse after he's done for the night. A bottom is not like a woman who really can't top.

[ I tried something different with this chapter. I'm not sure how it turned out, but I'm sure I'll hear about it! ] Part 48 - Flashback The smell of poppers and cum filled the air and the sounds of the chains jangled as the muscled hulk slammed in and grunted as his highly toxic jizz flooded into the sloppy cunt. “Oh yeah, give me that dirty load” Frank yelled back at the guy. He looked up at the top’s body, from his bulging muscles and well defined torso, veins clearly visible on his arms, the biohazard tattoo on his left pec and finally up to his face where the snarl told him “you are so fucked” without a word being spoken. Who knows how many diseases this guy had just pumped into him. Frank knew he had to have him when he saw most of the guys in the bathhouse scurry away as he walked through looking for his next victim. HIV didn’t scare Frank. He had made sure that he had taken many charged loads from his son until he too was infected. He kept taking them afterwards, since he was so turned on by getting fucked and bred by his own son who never seemed to run out of that delicious poz cum. But variety is the spice of life, as they say, and he sought out as many other strains as he could. “How the fuck could I have gotten to this point” he wondered. He had always loved the feeling of being with another guy. It felt completely different than when he had sex with women. Sex with guys was always about the base need to fuck or be fucked. Just animal sex between two guys who knew what men craved from sex. When he got married, he swore off gay sex and was a devoted husband and then father to their son Ric. As Ric got older he sensed that his son was just like him, but maybe even more so. Ric wasn’t as outgoing as Frank and as far as he could tell wasn’t even sexually active. Once Ric turned 18, Frank decided he needed to prod his offspring into finding the joy of sex. First he hired a female escort to show him how to have sex. She seemed willing and even turned on to be his first. She left after only a half hour and told him later his son was “a fag.” Apparently he never got hard and barely made it to first base. After a few weeks of perusing male escorting sites, he came across an ad for a guy that was only a few years older than Ric. The pictures turned him on. He almost hired the guy for himself, since he liked the looks of the muscular jock. The ad oozed confidence and yet didn’t seem too intimidating. He liked the tattoos on the guy and pieced a few pictures together to see that the lower tattoo was of a scorpion. He searched the internet and found out what the symbolism of it was in the gay community these days. It turned him on even more, but he didn’t know why. He had stopped having gay sex when he met his future wife. He had used condoms occasionally up to that point. His whole sex life had been during the AIDS crisis and after. He saw the pictures and they weren’t pretty. He had ignored the issue since it didn’t affect him while he was living a straight life. But now, thinking that his son was probably gay and his wife had stopped having sex with him a few years earlier and told him that their sex life was over, he started thinking that maybe he should return to having sex with men to satisfy his needs. But this was a whole new world to him. Here was someone who was infected with HIV and proud of it enough to have it broadcast to the world with his very permanent ink. He sent off the message explaining the situation and had gotten a prompt reply from the guy, Dave. It seemed weird having a conversation about having sex with a guy as a business transaction and even weirder that he was setting this guy up with his probably virgin son. “If it goes well, I’ll hire him too” thought Frank. He talked several times to Dave about the meeting with his son and each time found himself stroking his cock wanting to change the appointment for himself instead. He got the hotel room as suggested by Dave. It seemed expensive, but Dave told him it was well equipped for a day and night of fun. When he checked in, the guy at the front desk just oozed sex. Frank would have done almost anything to have an hour or two of wild sex with him. The guy looked straight but he had this feeling inside that he wasn’t. He seemed to be just like the guys he had searched out when he was younger. Masculine, bearded, hairy, confident and a burning desire for sex with other men. Ric had been even more exasperated with Frank at meeting another escort after the first, embarrassing session. In the end, Ric did as Frank asked, but Frank knew this was his last chance at anything like this. He left Ric sitting in the hotel room and sat in his car until the meeting time with Dave. Frank was sure he was more nervous than Ric was. Ric seemed to be completely uninterested in meeting someone for sex. Maybe he didn’t want his parents to know that he liked guys more than girls. Frank had hundreds of thoughts going through his mind. He waited and waited. It had been over an hour since the meeting time and he had seen a guy walk into the hotel room right at the time Dave was supposed to be there, but Frank had been too far away to know if it was Dave. No one came out of the room and he was too scared to get close to see if he could hear any noises. He went and got a hotel room on the other side of town near the interstate and a six pack of beer and watched gay porn on his laptop for the rest of the night. Frank woke up early and checked his phone for the thousandth time, making sure that Ric hadn’t called him to pick him up. Frank went down to get the free breakfast offered at the hotel, but wasn’t really hungry. He was even more nervous now. What if something happened to Ric? What if Dave was really a murderer? He loved his son more than anything in the world. How could he have been so reckless and left him in a hotel room with an HIV positive whore for a whole day and night? He had been projecting his own forbidden fantasies on his young son. He even rationalized that HIV wasn’t an issue any more. If Ric was gay he probably would get infected sooner or later and it made sense to get it over with so he didn’t worry like Frank had. They probably used condoms anyway if they had sex he thought then. He looked down at his plate and he had only taken two bites out of the muffin and the apple still sat there without a mark. His coffee was now cold and the cup almost full. He tossed the muffin and plate in the trash, poured the coffee down the sink and took the apple back to his room. He waited and waited. Time seemed to just crawl along until it was finally time to go pick up Ric. Or maybe claim the body. He packed up, checked out and drove back over to the other hotel and parked. There wasn’t any police tape around the door, so maybe everything was OK. Or they hadn’t found the body yet. He tentatively knocked on the door and it took an hour for someone to open it. Or ten seconds, he couldn’t tell which. The door opened just a bit and he heard the guy say “Yes?” Frank said “I know I’m a bit early, but I was kind of anxious to find out if Ric’s ok and if he had a good time.” The door opened the rest of the way and Dave stood there in just a jockstrap and nothing else. Frank felt his cock jolt awake. He looked up and down Dave’s body and he realized that the pictures didn’t do him justice. He was a magnificent human specimen. Tight muscles, not overdone or roided up. A smile that could melt your heart and a nice bulge in his jockstrap that said he could probably fuck you for days. Frank was brought out of his daze when Joe told him “Yeah, I think it went well, but the real judge is Ric. You have a great son there, Frank. You should be proud of him.” Frank nodded and said “Oh, I am. I just want the best for him.” He wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to ask, but he did anyway, trying to be discrete and not let Ric hear. He whispered “Uh…. I gotta ask… Is he really… gay?” Joe smiled back at Frank and replied to him quietly “Oh yeah, he proved that pretty quickly. I hope you’re ok with it and it won’t change how you feel about him.” Frank nodded. He sat there for a few uncomfortable seconds and swallowed hard before asking “And, did you fuck him? And… knock him up?” He saw a confused look on Dave’s face and knew that while they hadn’t discussed HIV status before the meeting, he was bringing it up now. Joe replied “Yeah, we both fucked each other.” Frank explained “I saw your tattoo in the pictures. One of the reasons I chose you was that I’m guessing you are poz and I wanted Ric to get it out of the way and not have to worry about becoming poz. It’s going to happen sometime if he’s gay, right?” Frank saw the surprise in Dave’s face and he then got very serious saying “It doesn’t have to happen. There’s ways to prevent it. Condoms, prep, being careful with who you fuck.” Frank realized that he had indeed projected his desires on his son. He tried to rationalize it by telling Dave “Yeah, but its easier to just get it over with and he can now do everything without worry.” Before Dave could reply and continue the awkward conversation Ric walked out of the bathroom. Frank looked at his son and couldn’t believe his eyes. His son was no longer the awkward, nerdy kid with the messy hair and the scraggly beard. He could tell it was Ric, but just barely. The clothes he was wearing fit tight and showed off his young body. Ric wasn’t muscled like Dave but the tight shirt let everyone know he was a lean sexy guy. The jeans were cut low and showed off both his bulge and his ass. Frank had never thought his son was hot, but that now changed. Frank blurted out “Oh my god.” He paused and then said “I didn’t expect you to do anything but talk and maybe have some fun.” Frank heard his son’s voice ask him “You like it dad?” Frank nodded his head and said “You look so handsome. Sexy even.” Frank saw his son smile and he realized that any concerns he had about Ric were now gone. Dave then revealed how he had wanted Ric to get pozzed and he was embarrassed that he would do something like that, but Ric seemed to be ok with it. More than OK, since Ric suggested that he get fucked by Dave too. He was shocked, surprised and turned on all at the same time. Ric encouraged him, but he wasn’t sure he was ready to have his son watch him get fucked. Suddenly he found himself in a position he hadn’t been in in a very long time - on his knees in front of another man. He didn’t really know how he got in that position, but it was just like he had dreamed the night before. He sucked his first cock in a very long time and enjoyed every second of it. When he saw his son get aroused watching him suck cock he was shocked. He couldn’t believe how well endowed his son was and then felt disgusted that he wanted to suck his own son’s cock. But disgust turned to lust and he wanted to suck that long, thick shaft. He kept becoming more of a sex pig when he stood there on his knees sucking both cocks, back and forth. Then he found himself kneeling on the bed. He felt Dave’s pierced cock push into his tight ass and all those memories of taking dick decades earlier came back to him. He knew then that he wasn’t going to deprive himself of the pleasures of getting fucked by another man. He remembered getting spit-roasted by Dave and his son and how great it felt. He was jolted back to the present when he felt a guy slam into his ass and grunt “you’re pozzed now, whore” and pull out. He looked up and it wasn’t the muscled guy, but an older black guy with gray in his beard and a large belly. It was only seconds and another guy shoved his cock into Frank’s cum filled hole. He remembered when he was back in the hotel room with Ric and Dave and Dave had leaned over and whispered in his ear “Yeah, I’m poz and not on meds so I’m really toxic. I knocked your son up and now its your turn. You can convert together.” He couldn’t believe how hearing those words turned him on. What he had tried to avoid his whole life was now happening and his cock began to shoot cum all over the bed. Hearing his son tell Dave to breed him caused him to begin shooting his load again. HIs ass spasmed and milked the poz cum out of Dave and into his guts. Frank didn’t think it could get any hotter than that until he heard Dave tell Ric to fuck him. He felt his son’s cock drive deep into his hole, but couldn’t feel his son’s body against his ass. Ric started thrusting in harder and harder and Frank couldn’t remember ever having a cock that deep inside him. And then there was the pain as Ric drove in even further. His cock just kept going in and hitting a wall inside him until he broke through. The pain went back to pleasure after a while but it ended way too soon when he felt his son cum inside him. He wanted more. He needed more. But thats all he got that day. He remembered sneaking into Ric’s room late one night after Ric had been sick and begging him to fuck him. He knew that he might have not gotten infected from Dave and now that he knew his son was poz he wanted Ric to make sure he got pozzed too. Ric had fucked him a lot - almost daily for a few weeks until he got sick too and Ric told him to go to the clinic and get tested. Frank remembered that was when he became a total pig. He volunteered for business trips so he could go to other cities and fuck or get fucked by random guys he would pick up. If the city had a bathhouse, he was there after taking care of work. Sometimes he would pick up other guys on business and fuck them in the room or get fucked. It was always bare. If the guy wanted a condom then he wasn’t interested. He loved it when a guy would ask his status after he had bred them. He always said “I’m not sure but probably neg” claiming that he rarely barebacks. And thats how he ended up here, laying in a sling with guy after guy shooting their charged spunk deep inside his poz cunt. He had put an ad up looking for toxic tops to breed him at the bathhouse and more than a few showed up. He looked up at the guy currently fucking him who was probably in his late sixties with all the signs of wasting. “Yeah, I knew when you let Bobby fuck you, you’d take any load. If you’re not already poz, you will be after all these toxic loads soak into you” the guy said as he grunted and Frank felt yet another bugged load pump inside him. When the guy left, Frank got out of the sling and wandered around trying to find some hopefully neg bottom to breed but they seemed to run away when they saw him coming, knowing that he was a poz cumdump looking to leave his mark on someone. Frank headed back to the hotel and started looking online for someone to tag. He shoved a plug in to hold the loads in his ass and then opened his computer. His search was always the same - neg or not sure bottom or vers guys, either not caring about his status, not asking, or looking for poz cum. He never failed at finding at least one guy every time and was sure he was leaving a trail of newly poz guys all around the country. He tried a different site and there he was: BB bottom, 26 wm, 5ft6, 128lbs, shaved body, neg, recently tested, blindfolded, send pic in 1st msg He sent off a cock pic and a pic with his head cut off and waited for the reply. It came quicker than most and after two more messages, he was off to meet the guy. He walked into the guy’s apartment and heard “Hi daddy. I’m in the bedroom. Are you ready to fuck your boy?” He followed the voice and turned the corner to see a guy matching the description on his knees with his ass up and a hood over his head. “No blowjob, I guess” Frank thought and he took his clothes off, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He tongue fucked the guy and heard him moan. He finger fucked the guy more roughly and the moans became groans. After he worked three fingers in the guy, he stood behind and shoved his cock in. At first it was only a quarter of the way in, but past the outer ring and he felt the guy shake and quiver at the invasion. “You want daddy’s cock all the way inside you?” he asked. “Yes, daddy, please fuck and breed your boy” the bottom said without hesitation. Frank thought it was weird. Every time he would fuck one of these younger guys they would call him daddy, but he never would fuck his own son. He was a poz bottom bitch for his son, and he didn’t want that to ever change. He loved every time his son fucked him and always left with a large poz load inside him. These guys were different. They wanted a bare fuck and he would give it to them along with a fully charged load of cum. The guy he was fucking now was just like them, but maybe a slightly better bottom. The guy worked his ass around Frank’s cock, trying to get Frank to shoot his load in. Frank wanted this fuck to last a bit longer and he stretched it out almost 10 minutes more before he buried his cock inside the boy’s hole and felt his balls pump another load of virus filled cum into the guy. “Thank you daddy” the guy yelled out as his cum shot out. Frank pulled his cock out and wiped it on the sheets and got dressed, his cock sated for a few more hours. He walked out of the apartment, got in his car and drove back to the hotel. Another successful business trip in the books.

PART 3 We had taken a few steps down the hall when I realized I didn’t have my towel. He told me to just show off and let the guys see how hot I was. Normally, I would have been much more shy, but I was on a high from getting fucked. I don’t think we went more than twenty feet before we ran into someone my new friend knew. “Ron, glad I ran into you. I hope you haven’t cum yet tonight. I’d like you to meet my new friend Chris. Chris is here for the first time and also just took his first load.” Now, he looked at me. “Chris, you want to get fucked again don’t you?” I was embarrassed, but nodded. “Ron is hot, isn’t he”, he added. I nodded again. “Ron, what do you think of my new young friend? Is he fuckable?” Ron looked me up and down. “Chris, do you wanna go back to my room and we can become friends too? I think I got something you’ll like,” he said, and then dropped his towel open. He wasn’t hard yet, but it was obvious he had a big cut cock and massive shaved balls. I looked to my breeder for approval and he gave me a soft look and said “Chris, I’ll be here all night and you come back and find me before you leave. And if anyone gives you any trouble, you find me. And have fun. And do whatever feels good. Feed that hole. I know it’s hungry. Give in.” And then he leaned in and gave me a kiss and a swat on my butt and turned back. Ron grabbed my hand and led me to his room. I was 18, naked with a man twice my age leading me down to a tiny room, where he was going to fuck me. And I was nervous about being inexperienced and what he would be like and I was also super excited because he already knew I wanted to get fucked and that I had let his friend shoot his cum into me. And Ron was hot. He turned out to be 42. He was a little taller than me at 6 feet and thin, but not skinny. He was starting to lose his hair, but I thought that was hot too. Even soft his cock had looked big, with a nice cut mushroom head. But if his cock had looked Big, his balls had looked giant. As we entered his room and he shut the door behind us, I wondered, with hope, that maybe those huge balls meant more cum when he shot his load? As he turned to face me and dropped his towel, I tried to be cool, but I think my face and eyes betrayed me. I wanted this man badly. I wanted to be his bottom. I wanted him to shoot a massive load up from those giant balls. And I wanted that sperm inside me. There was never one second where I didn’t think to myself that I was making sure he came in me. Every drop. And as far as if he had HIV. I definitely thought about that. And had a total what are you doing discussion in my head. It was like I couldn’t stop myself and I decided it wasn’t going to stop me. If he even had HIV.

I had a blow bang for my birthday during a Cumunion party.. I sucked 14 loads.. I only stopped because I was getting a bellyache from all the cum.

Twins (Part 4) After a shower and little rest they got ready to go out for the night. Eric began smoking some more Tina to keep him going for the nights activities. They passed the pipe around along with a round of Viagra to keep them all hard for the night. Jeff had no idea what where they were going or what was planned, but he was game for anything. They hopped in Jeff's jeep and drove off. Jack noticed that Eric had a gym bag with him, but never gave it much thought as they sped away. It didn't take long before they were in front of a nice looking building when Eric announced they had arrived. Jeff asked what the place was and was told that they were at the local bath house. They went in side and asked for the room that was reserved for them. Eric and Jack had arranged for a sling room for the night and well into the next day. As they got settled in the room, Jeff looked around and noticed the sling. He wondered why they all came here when they could have played back a the apartment. Jack told Jeff this is where we came the night after they told me that I had been pozzed by them to celebrate. I spent the entire night in that sling over there, right were you will be tonight. They all led Jeff over to and then lifted him up into the sling. Jeff then had his wrists and ankles restrained so he was not going any where until he would be released. It was apparent that Jeff was excited at the idea of being in the sling by the hard 8 inch erection he had, then again it could be the Viagra kicking in. They made sure that Jeff's ass was higher then his head so that nothing would leak out. Jack put an open bottle of Gatorade to Jeff's lips and told him to drink. Jeff liked Gatorade, but this tasted different. Jack let Jeff know that it had a good amount of G in it and with the Tina he was about to slam, the poppers later on he would be begging for anything to be put in his ass. Eric prepared the 3 slams. Jeff watched as Eric and Miguel gave themselves their slams. He was fascinated how some one could just inject themselves like that. Then Jack stepped up and showed Jeff how to give a slam. He tied a rubber tube around his arm, found a good vein then stuck the needle in his own arm. Jeff watched as Jack pulled back a little bit of blood back. As he started to push the plunger down, Jeff asked about his slam. Jack looked down at him and said, "I have your slam right here."; Jeff gave himself about 1/3 of the slam before he stopped and pulled back filling it with some of his own blood. Jack let Jeff know that just as had been done with him when Eric and Miguel brought him here a few months ago, the three of them had shared a slam, Jack was sharing his with Jeff. Miguel tied rubber tubing around Jeff's arm as Jack pulled the the Tina and blood mix syringe from his arm and approached his brother. Jeff was in a haze from the G that he barely comprehended all the implications of his brother's actions. Jack let him know that if all the seeding didn't take, this would not fail to poz his brother. Jack found the vein as Jeff watched the bloody clear liquid disappear into his arm. The tube was removed from his arm and he felt the rush and had the strongest cough of all of them. As Jack was administering the slam, Eric gave Jeff a large booty bump Jack commented that "This is going to be good." Jeff felt the warmth through his body and the burn in his ass as his senses were thrown intro over load. He started to wiggle his ass and begged for some one to fuck him. Jack stepped up rammed right in and pounded away. Jack looked down at his brother, enjoying the look of lust on his brother's face as he rammed the entire length of his cock in side his brother.. Jack to a big hit of poppers and paused he pounding long enough to give his brother a long hit in each nostril. Jack went into over drive and grunted out as he gave his brother his first (of many) load(s) of the night. He was quickly replaced by Eric and Jack walked over to kiss his brother deeply. Miguel lit up some Tina in a pipe and passed it around. First Miguel took a long hit of the pipe then passed it to Eric who also took a long hit. He then handed it to Jack. Jeff looked up waiting to get his hit off the pipe when Jack took a long, big breath off the pipe and leaned in to kiss his brother. As Jack and Jeff kissed Jack breather the smoke into Jeff, then sucked it back out of his brother, only to breath it back in to Jeff again. Jeff caught on quickly and they enjoyed the Tina between themselves as they shared a passionate kiss. This lasted so long that they never noticed when Eric shot his load and was replaced by Miguel. As Miguel fucked Jeff, Eric grabbed the bag he brought with them to the baths. Jeff never saw what Eric was getting out of the bag, but he would soon know how mush his ass could be opened up. Between the generous slam, booty bump, the G, and poppers Jeff had been given he was feeling really good. All he knew was he wanted to get fucked. What he didn't know was he was in for the fucking of his life. Miguel began speaking in Spanish which signaled that he was getting close to seeding Jeff's hole. He pounded away at Jeff and then screamed out something in Spanish no one understood except for himself as he let loose his load. Eric placed something on the floor near the area between Jeff's spread legs as Jack stepped up for what Jeff thought would be another fucking. What Jeff felt was a bit of a surprise. Jack reached down to the item on the floor, a tub of Crisco, and began to work 3 then four fingers into Jeff's hole. Eric fed Jeff more poppers by breathing them in through his own mouth then kissing Jeff as they exchanged the poppers the same way Jack and Jeff had exchanged the Tina earlier. This distracted Jeff for a bit as Jack then slipped his thumb into Jeff's hole and began to work his fist into his brother's ass. As Eric Finished feeding Jeff poppers, Jack slipped his fist past his brother's ass ring. Jeff let out a moan of pleasure as he felt his hole stretched open. He looked down between his legs to see his brother with his hand in side his own hole. Jeff had heard about fisting before, but he was amazed that this could be done to another person let alone himself. Jack looked down at his brother and asked how he felt with a fist inside his ass. Jeff replied that it felt incredible. Jeff then saw something else that Eric had brought with them to the baths that night, a very large dildo. Eric told him that it was a horse cock dildo and that measured 13 inches long and 8 inches around. By now jack had worked his fist into Jeff past his wrist. Jack flexed his fingers to stretch Jeff open and prepare him for the horse cock dildo. Eric began to generously lube the dildo with Crisco as Jack slowly pulled his full fist out of his brother. Jack punch fucked his brother's hole a few times before tacking the dildo from Eric as Miguel gave Jeff a hit off the pipe. Jack slid the dildo in side his brother's gaping hole, Eric and Miguel left to cruise the baths for more tops to have seed Jeff. The dildo slid in about half way with ease before meeting some resistance. Jack began to rotate and wiggle the piece of rubber lodged inside his brother. Jeff could only moan as he felt the dildo working its way farther in side him. After some time Eric and Miguel returned to the room and as they walked through the door they gave Jack and nod. Jack knew that the word would soon spread about the fresh meat in their room. Eric noticed that the dildo was not moving as easily now and reached in is bag for something to help with the insertion. Eric prepared a small slam for Jeff and gave it to him. As the slam hit Jeff and he threw his head back only able to say "FUCK!" the dildo slid past the internal ring and completely disappeared in side Jeff. Jack commented "Damn bro, way to go!" as Jack began to fuck his brother with the huge piece of rubber. Soon there was a crowd gathering just outside the door as Jeff was getting a fucking from the dildo. Guys began to line up waiting for their turn to fuck and seed Jeff. Jack noticed this and slowly pulled the dildo from his bother's ass. Jeff felt very empty and his hole gaped open for all to see. Jack announced that the pig in the sling is my twin brother and we are celebrating his becoming a poz pig tonight. He further said that no cock or load will be turned down. The rest of the night Jeff was fucked by every top in the place, some more then once. They lost track of how many loads Jeff took. They made sure that one of the 3 (either Jack, Eric or Miguel) was around so that no harm would come to Jeff. The two not on duty near Jeff to feed him poppers and watch those fucking him would fuck on the bed on the other side of the room. The next morning when the traffic into the room had slowed and then stopped, Jeff was seeded one last time by Miguel, then Eric and finally his brother Jack. The release Jeff from the sling and helped him into the shower where they washed him inside and out. They then dressed and headed home to crash. Jeff sat in the back of the jeep as they drove home reliving the nights events. He was hard as hell for some reason and when they got back to the apartment and alone in Jack's room Jeff wasted no time in jumping his brother. Jeff was now the slutty pig that Jack was as Jack got the fucking of his life from his now poz brother.

Twins (Part 2) After a week of Jack visiting his brother Jeff one would think that the boys would be ready for a break. Actually Jeff couldn't wait to go to Jack's school. As soon as classes were done, they hopped in their cars and Jeff followed Jack the 6 hours back to his campus. Unlike Jeff, Jack lived in a 2 bedroom apartment with 2 other guys. The 2 were boyfriends but had an open relationship. One was Eric, a graduate student who was 24, 5'10", 150 pounds, curly blond hair, blue eyes and a 7" cock and his boyfriend was Miguel, a Latino who was 21, 5'8", slim build, 130 pounds, black hair , brown eyes and a 7 1/2" uncut cock. (Side note: On any given weekend there might be a few other guys around. Some poz, most were unsuspecting neg boys, gay, bi and the occasional drunk straight boy.) Jack had moved in with these 2 lovers at the beginning of his second semester. What Jeff was soon to find out was not only were these guys gay, but poz as well. These were the 2 guys who introduced a willing Jack to drugs and pozzed him. Now it was time for phase 2 of Jack's master plan and his roommates were going to assist him. No sooner did they arrive then Jeff was offered a drink and the 4 studs sat down to get acquainted. They spiked jacked Jeff's drink with a small amount of GHB, just enough to get him more pliable to what was going to be suggested. In no time Jeff was feeling the effects of the G as a (Tina laced) joint was being lit. They made sure that Jeff got more hits on the joint then anyone. Jeff was getting very horny, more horny then when he smoked the joint he and Jack shared the previous week. They could see the lust in Jeff's eyes as the Tina hit him. Eric put a porn on the living room plasma as he and Miguel began to make out. Jeff just watched the live action in front him and the porno as he felt more and more horny. Jack leaned in to kiss him and whisper to him, "Just let go and let what happens, happen." Jeff closed his eyes as Jack began to kiss and caress him. As Jack and Jeff made out Jack slowly stripped themselves down to their boxers while Eric was laying on top of a half naked Miguel. Jack got Jeff on his back so that he could not see what Eric and Miguel were about to do. While Jack and Jeff were grinding cock to cock, Jack slid Jeff's boxers down and made sure he was well positioned between Jeff's legs. Eric Reached in with a finger covered with Tina and Jack worked a little lube Miguel supplied around his unsuspecting brother's hole. Jack slipped his finger in for a few second then pulled it out only to have his finger replaced with Eric's Tina covered finger. Jack kept a tight lip lock on Jeff's mouth as Eric massaged the Tina into his hole. Jeff broke the kiss to tell Jack that his finger was stinging his hole. As the forced booty bump took its effect on Jeff he began to wiggle and move his ass further onto Eric's probing finger. Jeff had never felt so horny in his life. He looked up at Jack and said "I need to get fucked, now!" Jack looked back into his eyes and told him, "That's exactly what we plan on doing." as he slid his hard cock into his brother's (Tina) hungry hole. Jack just held his cock still in side his brother's hole and asked, "How does that feel? You like that dick in your hungry ass?" Jeff looked up and pleaded with Jeff, "I need to get fucked, I need you to pound my hole." Jack answered back, "I know you need to be fucked, that you need to have your hole pounded. I can tell you are liking the Tina Eric slipped into your ass." Jeff was a little shocked, then he relaxed and let the booty pump take control as he asked Jack, "Why did you do that to me?" Jack asked "You liked the joints we smoked?" Jeff nodded yes. Jack informed him that they were laced with Tina and he had already experienced the sexual high from them. He wanted Jeff to experience the full effects that Tina can provide when fucking. With that done Jack began to pound away at Jeff's hungry hole as Eric and Miguel disappeared to fix slams for everyone. When Eric and Miguel returned Jack pulled his cock out of his brother's hole and just held him down. Jeff pleaded for Jack to continue fucking him crying out "I need your dick in side me bro, please???" Jack looked down at Jeff and asked, "How bad do you want to be fucked bro?" Jeff answered "Bro I need to be fucked now." The brothers looked at each other for a few minute, Jeff trying to move his ass onto his brother's cock and his brother holding him down so he couldn't really do any thing. Jeff then said, "I'll do any thing you want me to to get that cock of yours in side me." Jack answered back, "Any thing? Are you sure?" Jeff thought for a moment as he felt the hunger growing in himself and said "Yes, any thing." Jack signaled for Eric and Miguel to proceed and began to inform his brother what was about to happen. As Jack spoke he continued to hold Jeff down tightly, and now with help from Eric and Miguel, they prepared Jeff for his first slam, Jack told his brother, "I can tell that you enjoyed the Tina, am I right?" Jeff nodded a yes. Jack continued, "I knew it. Now you are going to feel the greatest high as we slam or inject Tina directly into your vein. Not to worry, Miguel is a nursing student and is very good with needles. He taught me to slam as I will teach you. Ready or not, it's going to happen." Jeff shook his head yes again and closed his eyes. Jack told his brother to open his eyes, he needs to see what is happening. Jeff opened his eyes and looked up at his brother. He saw a look of love from his brother that seemed to comfort him. That look let Jeff relax as Miguel began to move in. Jack said, "Watch as your life is going to change from this point on, after this week you will be craving cock and cum more then you will ever know." Jeff appeared relaxed, but as he looked over at his arm to watch as Miguel stuck the needle in his vein, he felt a wave a panic wash over him as he felt the poke of the needle in his arm. Although Jeff felt panicky he never jerked or moved his arm. Jeff just watched as Miguel first pulled back on the plunger getting a bit of his blood in the clear liquid to make sure he hit the vein. The he watched as Miguel pushed down on the plunger and the blood and clear liquid disappeared into his arm. The panic Jeff was feeling was quickly replaced with a rush of warmth and a strong cough. That's when Jack knew the slam had hit his brother. Jack slid his cock back into his brother as Miguel then gave him a slam. Jack leaned his head back as he felt the effects and let out his own cough. As the drugs took effect the brothers looked into each others eyes as Jack began to passionately fuck his brother. Jack's plan was almost complete. The last step was for his brother to willingly get fucked and seeded by his roommates. "Jeff, I know you haven't had as much sex as I have and that any time you did you used a condom because you were afraid of getting the bug. " Jack said as he began to prepare his brother mentally for what was happening in his body, already being seeded with his own poz loads the week before as Jack was sliding his cock in and out of his brother's hole. Jeff continued, "The bug is a wonderful thing to have, it is a gift, a gift I received from Eric and Miguel, one I have and have already shared with you. I know you will recognize the freedom and power this gift will give you." As Jeff was feeling the high from the slam he attempted to process what Jack had just said. "Did you give me HIV Jack?" Jack only nodded yes. The slam was in full effect as Jeff processed what his brother had told him and with the meth and his brothers DNA already moving through his body he threw his head back and begged for Jack to pound his hole and give him his seed. Jack wasted no time in starting his assault on his brother's hole as Eric and Miguel watched. Jack fucked his brother with all his might and strength. Jeff just moaned and begged for Jack to seed his ass again, "Cum in side me bro, give me more of your DNA." Jeff was understanding what the gift meant, freedom to fuck without using condoms and gifting others like he has been gifted. Jack grunted out, "Oh Jeff I'm going to cum. Are you ready for another one of my charged loads?" Jeff cried out, "Give it to me bro, give me your poz load."