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Part 91 - A Three Hour Tour? Ric and Frank walked around the campus for almost an hour before heading to the meeting point for their official tour. The tour was led by a pair of college students, one guy and one girl, and Ric immediately knew the guy was gay. His gaydar, which he thought was always wrong, was going off loud and clear. He looked at the other people taking the tour and all were people his own age, each with one or two parents. One was a cute guy with two dads who was obviously long past the stage where it may have embarrassed him. He seemed straight as could be, yet he thought the guy’s dads were checking him out. After the first 15 minutes, he had decided there was only one other gay guy in their group and one possible lesbian. They walked around and got the history of the university, what each building was for and tons of useless trivia. They ended up in a cafeteria and each was given a card to use to pay for the meal. They sat off in a corner and ate as a group. There was some talking and when there was a lull, Ric asked where the restroom was. The male tour guide, Taylor, said he would show him. He could see several of the people smirk but Ric didn’t really care. Taylor was a little effeminate, but also seemed to be confident and outgoing. His voice wasn’t over-the-top but had a soft feminine lilt to it and his gait had a little swish to it. He was growing out of his twink stage and his face seemed to be the first to start to mature - gone was the soft baby-face skin, replaced by a seemingly dense beard that he kept shaved. Ric noticed his firm butt that filled out the khakis nicely and the slim fit polo shirt with the school logo on the chest that showed a little of his defined body. Taylor’s dark blonde hair was cut short and conservative, but you could tell he had been to a stylist not a $6.99 chain. Taylor made some idle chit-chat as they walked down the hall and he led Ric into the men’s room. They both walked up to one of the two urinals and Ric fished his cock out and started to piss right away. Taylor stood there, holding his cock out and glancing over at Ric. “Damn, they grow them big where you come from” Taylor said as he saw Ric’s cock. Ric backed up a bit so Taylor could see all of it with the heavy stream of piss coating the inside of the urinal. “Yeah, I got lucky. But it freaks guys out sometimes. They want it but can’t handle it” Ric replied with a grin. When the stream stopped, he shook it off and let the foreskin slide back over the head. Taylor was tucking his cock back into his underwear and zipping up while Ric stood there holding his cock in his hand. “You want a taste?” Ric asked. Taylor swung his head around looking to see if anyone else was in the restroom and and looked back at Ric, his face was bright red and he was obviously conflicted between nervousness and lust. Ric turned and nodded at Taylor before motioning for Taylor to assume the position. Taylor kneeled down on the cold tile floor and looked at Ric’s cock closely. While it was only semi-hard, it was still longer than most of the cocks he had ever taken and it was one of the thickest, too. Taylor reached up with his long slender fingers and held Ric’s cock for a moment, looking it over. He pulled the foreskin back and licked over the head, tasting the fresh piss but not much more. He let the foreskin roll back and forced his tongue under it before he flicked his tongue back and forth and then took a quarter of Ric’s cock into his mouth. His tongue explored the cock inside his mouth and Taylor’s lips were tight around the quickly hardening shaft. Ric knew that Taylor had a lot of experience sucking cock by the way he devoured his cock. Taylor’s head bobbed and tongue flicked as he took more of Ric’s cock each time. Ric felt Taylor’s nose just start to touch his trimmed pubic hair and that seemed to be as far as Taylor could go. Ric reached around and interlocked his fingers behind Taylor’s head and let them follow the motion. Sensing that Taylor wasn’t going any deeper, he tugged and shoved his cock into Taylor’s throat and his face hard into Ric’s pubes. The door to the bathroom opened and Ric’s heart started pounding. He was holding Taylor on to his cock and his eyes were wide open. He looked back and to his relief it was one of the gay dads who had walked in. The guy stopped dead and then his jaw dropped. “Oh fuck. Uh… sorry” the dad said as he backed up against the door, holding it shut and staring at Ric and Taylor. Ric smiled and brought his finger to his mouth telling the dad to stay quiet. He started to face fuck Taylor who seemed to be cooperating. It only took a couple minutes, but Ric felt the cum start to rise from his balls. He kept fucking Taylor’s face and when the first rope of charged cum flew out, he was ramming his cock in. Ric let a few pulses go and then pulled back letting the next few spray over the inside of Taylor’s mouth. He glanced at the dad who now had his cock out and was stroking furiously. Ric shoved back in and let the last few spurts go right down Taylor’s throat. He slowly pulled back and then watched the dad shoot his cum all over the floor a good two to three feet in front of him. Taylor was gulping down the last of Ric’s cum and then licked any remnants off of Ric’s cock. “Fuck, that was hot” said the dad as he walked over to the sink and washed the cum and spit from his hands. “Yeah, I enjoyed it. How about you Taylor?” Ric asked. “Uh.. yeah. I did too” Tayler answered in an embarrassed tone. “Please don’t say anything or I’ll get fired” he added. “I never fuck and tell” Ric replied putting his cock back in his underwear and zipping up his jeans. Ric and Taylor walked back to the cafeteria not saying much until they got close and Taylor blurted out “so thats why most freshman live in the dorms here and then about half move out to apartments and half stay in the dorms the next year.” They took their seats and when everyone was done they continued the second half of the tour. At the end there was question and answer period with some of the university staff where both Ric and his dad were asking questions. Satisfied they had all they needed to know, the group dispersed and Ric and Frank headed back to their hotel. “Hey dad, I have an appointment late this afternoon. I’ll be out between 4:30 and 6:30 or so. We can go for dinner after. OK?” Ric said. “What is the meeting about? If it’s about school I should be there” Frank said with a concerned look on his face. “Well, I guess you could say it’s about financial aid, but I need to do this myself” Ric replied. He had posted a travel ad before he left on the trip and had quickly gotten a reply. Everything had been set up and all Ric needed to do was show up. He had only done a dozen escort gigs since Joe had set him up with the first one, but he liked the money and had enjoyed the sex. He didn’t have a lot of spare time to do many meetings and turned down most of them. It seemed a hung eighteen year old bareback escort was a popular option with lots of guys. Ric looked at the clock and he only had a half hour to clean up and head to his appointment. He showered and grabbed a small bag he had prepared before they left home from his suitcase. His dad still looked concerned as Ric left, but Ric knew he had to hurry to get to the Uber that was almost to the hotel. Ric got out of the car and looked over the building. It was one of those generic apartment towers that could be in any city in any country. There was a nondescript entry with glass doors and a small waiting area by the elevators. He was supposed to meet the guy outside by the door, but no one was around. He looked at his escort phone and he still had a few minutes to go. He looked up and down the street and saw a few people standing around. He walked down about 20 feet and leaned against the concrete wall that was next to the sidewalk and checked his phone again. Just as Ric looked up, a guy who was a few years older than him walked by and stopped at the walkway up to the apartment building. He looked back at Ric and smiled, nodding his head to the door and then went to the front of the apartment building. Ric followed and as he stepped up to the door the guy said “Are you Austin?” Ric nodded. “Cool, I’m Paul.”

Neal was 18, it was the summer before he started his senior year. He got a job as a busboy to make money, also to hopefully satisfy his curiosity about his sexuality. Ever since puberty hes been increasingly curious about sex w guys n maybe hell meet some working. His first day jim trained him, he was gay acting n checking neal out. He wasnt the only possibility, there was Erik n Jon his roomies. They kept talking about how cute some guys were n what theyd do to them. They talked about this bicurious high schooler they got high af, seduced n 3wayed him now hes a slut for dick. Neal hung around them listening to how there's 6 gays here n hed better watch it cuz they all wanted him. They noticed how he listened to their stories, smiled when they said there's 6 gays here n then started rubbing their cocks against his ass n he pushed back. He got worse n worse as time went on n all six of them were going to a party at Jim's house n asked him to go. Thinking of that other high schooler getting converted to a hopeless cock starved cumdump faggot had him worked up. After work all 7 men went to Jim's, it got hotter n heavier. They smoked meth n that's all it took for shy neal to become a horny, bi curious virgin at a party w 6 gay men drooling over him. So neal, got a question we are dying to know: we think u might be turned on by our behavior n stories, u curious? By now he was super spun n horny af n kept wanting to be that other teen they converted. Mmmmm God, y'all have all been flirting n hitting on me n talking dirty to me. I cant take anymore, I think I'm gay, prove me right boys, take me n make me positive I am!

CHAPTER THREE The room was practically spinning the way my mind was whirling. It was like I was in some strange nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from. All I’d done was come over to Dan’s for a little fun. And somehow I ended up locked in a sex dungeon with a man who was intent on giving me AIDS. What the fuck? What’s worse, I knew in some part of my mind, a part that I never wanted to acknowledge, that I had enjoyed what Steve did to me. He was so determined, so Alpha, so twisted . . . and so damn HOT! My cock was throbbing out in front of me as I stood there thinking. Steve was standing, patiently waiting for me to answer his question -but was I really up for more? He started cackling again as my cock throbbed mid-air while my mind relived the exciting moments when he raped his toxic cum into my ass. Dammit! Why did that have to turn me on so much? “Looks like I got my answer, faggot,” he told me, taking me by the arm and leading me over to a sling that hung from the ceiling on the opposite side of the room. I was basically zoned out, going along with him as he led me to my ultimate demise. I was powerless to stop him. But seeing his enormous cock engorging with blood right before my eyes, I knew that I had no reason to stop him. He was freeing me. I’d always resisted myself, my own natural inclinations. Always trying to keep myself in a box. And now Steve was breaking down the walls and setting me free. My stomach began to do flips, but this time it wasn’t from nerves. This was pure excitement. With the realization that he was doing me a big favor, the fog cleared from my mind and I became completely present in the moment -and I no longer felt panic. “Let’s do this,” I said to him, unable to control my smile. How being AIDS raped could make me this happy, I’ll never know. But this was the best I’d ever felt in my life. I was being true to myself, and the real me wanted to be a cumdump bugged up fag. As Steve strapped my legs up in the sling, I could see the streaks of cum and blood that had trickled out of my busted open hole. It was all down my inner thighs, and it did nothing to my libido except perhaps super-charge it. Used to be the sight of my own blood brought on panic -especially the thought of it come from my own asshole. But ever since I got Steve’s butt-destroyer in me, along with his seed, the sight of my blood reminded me that it was another step in the process. I needed my hole to be destroyed, and Steve was going to be the one to do it. “What are you thinking about, faggot?” he asked. “Looks to me like you’ve accepted your fate. Or accepted that this is what you were meant to be in the first place.” “I was just thinking how right this feels. I need this. I need you to own my ass and use it any way you want.” I was practically pleading with him to continue using me, which, I guess I was. I didn’t want him to stop until my hole no longer resembled my hole. I wanted to be gaping, destroyed, gushing toxic cum, and oozing a little blood so that I knew his potency was getting right into my bloodstream. “Own your ass, huh? Well, if that’s what you want . . . you know when a man owns another man’s ass, he can do whatever he wants with it,” he prompted. “Even find other men to use it. You up for that, pig? You ready to be a cum slut for me? I’ll be your Daddy, but you will be committed to me and do exactly as I say. You want that?” I was so horned up by this point, all I cared about was getting something shoved up my ass again. So I answered him with the only possible answer - “Yes! Own my ass! Please, just fuck me again, I need your cum in me again!” Steve didn’t waste anymore time. He laughed at my desperation, but immediately began to slide his monster meat back into my torn hole. It still hurt and still stretched me beyond capacity, but I finally felt right again as I felt his pubes scratching against my butt cheeks. “Aah, that’s better,” I sighed. “I love feeling this stuffed full of dick,” I moaned. Steve laughed at me again, and leaned back as he drove his hips forward. He worked up to a steady fuck pace and it felt like heaven. I grunted and moaned every time he slammed forward, busting through my second ring time and time again. But I was loving ever second of it. “You think this is being stuffed, faggot, I’ll get you stretched more than you ever imagined,” he told me. “I’ve got a friend I know would love a crack at this ass, and his dick is as big as mine. How about you take us both in you at the same time,” he suggest and he began to power fuck me. I knew he was working up to his orgasm again and I wanted his seed so badly I ignored his suggestion that he and his friend try and get in me simultaneously -as if that would ever happen! There is no way my body could accommodate that! “Oh god, cum in me,” I moaned. “Please, give me your load!” I begged. “I’m so glad you came around to my way of thinking, Pig,” Steve said. “While I do love when a slut puts up a little fight, hearing you submit to me completely is music to my ears. Now hold on while I give you another load.” Steve slammed into my ass for another few minutes and it was intense. The chains on the sling were rattling, we were both grunting like pigs, and sweating like pigs, too. The basement stank of sex, sweat and cum, only adding to the overall mood. Finally Steve roared as he held himself as deep as he could go, and I felt his dick throbbing out his load into my shredded guts. I never wanted that moment to end. How could I feel such strong emotions for this man after what he’d done to me? I honestly wanted to tell him that I loved him -stupid, I know. But he’d freed me and given me a gift. I knew that’s what it was now. We were bonded for life -how could I not think I was feeling love? On some level, at least. “You look like you’re falling in love with me, faggot,” he commented, still standing buried balls-deep in my trashed hole. “It’s okay, it happens when a pig like you finally learns his place at my hand.” Then he slowly began to withdraw from my hole and when I felt cold air rush into my gaping ass, I knew he was all the way out. Steve went to a set of shelves with a bunch of toys on it and selected a large butt plug, which he promptly shoved into my hole with very little resistance. It still stung, but it wasn’t unbearable. “There, gotta keep my baby batter in there to do it’s job on you,” he chuckled, giving the plug a firm slap just so I felt it. “I am getting you pregnant, after all.” He unfastened the straps and let me out of the sling so that I could get some blood into my extremities, and I was grateful for the plug, otherwise a stream of Steve’s cum and my blood would be flowing down my legs again and I really did want to keep his seed it me. I knew that’s where it belonged. And that realization made me accept the situation completely. When I started up with Dan and wanted to be a cumdump, I hadn’t fully accepted that. Not entirely. Now I had accepted it, and I knew that my ass is where men’s seed belongs -any and all men. I didn’t care who they were or what kind of bugs they have -I wanted it ALL. Standing there while he took quick glances as if assessing me, I reached down and began wiping the slick mess of cum and blood from my legs and slowly brought my hand to my mouth. I didn’t want a drop if his precious cum to be wasted. While I took my time wiping and licking it all up, Steve had retrieved his phone and was texting someone -likely that friend he talked about. Finally, all of the cum had been eaten, and Steve seemed finished with his phone for the time being. “I need more cum, Steve,” I admitted, my voice a little shaky as I felt so vulnerable putting a voice to my urgent hunger. “A lot more.” Surprisingly, Steve didn’t laugh at me as I’d expected. For the first time since we’d met, he actually looked at me affectionately as he reached down and took my face in my hands, before pulling me into a very passionate, wet and sloppy kiss. “I think I might fall for you, too,” he whispered when he pulled away. “That doesn’t mean I won’t get every dick possible to use that fucking faggot hole of yours.” “Good, because that’s what I want,” I assured him. “That’s what I need, Steve.” I was a junkie needing another fix. Both completely naked, we walked upstairs and took a break to have a couple of drinks. Steve was surprisingly attentive, making sure I drank a glass of water to stay hydrated before he would allow me any alcohol. We had two gin and tonics, the gin helping dull the slight sting and pain still radiating from my ass. I couldn’t believe I still wanted to be fucked knowing the condition my hole was in -and feeling the almost constant reminder with the large plug prodding all of the damaged areas every time I moved. As we sat side by side on the sofa, which he’d draped with a rubber sheet to keep all of our sex mess contained, we actually talked. “I knew that first day I saw you sneaking in and out of Dan’s house that you were going to be my pig,” Steve told me. “I just felt it and I knew that you would feel it too, once you had me inside you. Do you really want to be my pig? For me to own you?” I couldn’t help the longing I felt when I looked at him. It was a pull that I couldn’t control, or deny. I felt it, and it was real. So why deny it? “I’m sure, Steve. I’ve never been more sure. As long as you can use me like you talked about, I need it. I’m all yours.” He smiled as he stared into my eyes. “I already texted some friends of mine to come over and help me finish getting you well and truly pregnant, so I hope you mean that.” “I do, Steve. If that’s what you want of me, I’ll do anything you want. I promise.” I felt a weird desperation to prove to him that I was willing to follow any directive he gave me. Steve sat back against the rubber sheet and threw a thin arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his bony side. “That’s good. They’ll be here soon. Tonight, you will take all of the loads and dicks we can find for you, no matter what. And after that, you’ll stay with me. I’ll use you a lot, you know. My viral load only keeps climbing higher and higher each day. So we will get you knocked up. You’re going to get sick, you realize that, right?” I was nodding my head, feeling sick in my stomach, but my heart was pounding and my dick throbbing. Even though this was frighteningly extreme, I could not deny that I wanted to do it with him. All of it. “I know, Steve. But I’ll do whatever you want me to. I’ve never felt this good in my life. So even if I can only have a few months of this . . . depravity . . . I’d rather have that than a whole lifetime of feeling suffocated trying to pretend I’m someone I’m not,” I told him in earnest. He leaned closer and kissed my cheek. “I’m going to love killing you,” he whispered in my ear. “You will die from all that I’m going to do to you. Well, I’ll probably go before you do,” he chuckled, sounding completely at ease with the notion of his death. He’d accepted his circumstances and was making the absolute most of the time he has. Probably better than most people do in those situations. “What will happen to me if you . . . if you die before me?” I asked, suddenly really unsure. I loved the idea of living my life with him, to serve as his personal cum whore, but once he’s gone? I can’t go back to my ‘normal’ life after that. Especially if I waste away like he is. The people in that life wouldn’t know how to accept me. “I’ll pass you on to one of my bugged-up buddies to continue my work until you die,” he told me, so matter-of-fact it was almost as if we weren’t talking about my probably-horrific demise. Before I could say anything else, Steve sucked in a deep breath and began pulling me onto his lap, where I noticed he was rock hard again. “Until then, we are going to spend an obscene amount of time with my big cock up your tight faggot hole,” he told me, reaching behind to take hold of the plug in my ass. Just as he was about to yank it out, the doorbell rang. Steve carefully lifted me off of his lap and then I was standing in front of him. “That’ll be my friends. Go let them in -and don’t bother trying to cover yourself up. They’re all going to know every inch of you before they’re done with you, anyway. Not to mention, you’ll be carrying several other strains in your faggot ass, too. No medications will work on a few of my buddies, so you’re in for a treat,” he laughed as he spun me around and swatted my ass to get me in motion to the front door. I stood in front of the door for only a second, gulped over a lump in my throat, knowing that once I opened that door, there really would be no going back. From this point on, the remainder of my lifetime will be spent in servitude of men’s cocks. Every moment of every day will revolve around getting fucked and bred like the most disgusting cock whore imaginable. My body will be flooded with so many viruses and bugs that I know Steve won’t allow me to get treatment for. My body will be overcome. I will become a petri dish for a new breed of virus, a combination of all of these powerful and lethal strains, all mixing in my body, morphing my DNA into something unimaginable. Something that will eventually mean my end. I opened the door. THE END ? (AND A NEW BEGINNING!)

Been a while since I’ve posted. Tonight I got lucky on Grindr. A 26yo black messages me with a profile that stated “Hard On lol” with a generic movie photo no face or stats. The message came with a photo of a young black guy and later pics of a hard BBC in hand. He was really close, like 450 ft. He acknowledge that I was close and what was I looking for. Im pretty direct on Grindr and said I was looking to get fucked. Nothing mentioned about condoms or anything. He was horny and wanted to fuck but I had to prep myself for the task and made the poor boy wait 25 mins. He was at my place. Still not sure what he was like since there were no stats in his profile. A giant of a man shows up, about 6’4” 295lbs. Very heavy. I was apprehensive and thought oh no... might be small. Boy was I wrong. He pull out and it was small but he was a grower. We kiss and I turn around so he could rub his cock on my hole. No talk of condom he rubbed his cock on my hole till he got hard. He spit on his finger to get into my hole and started to twist his finger like my hole was a pussy. Ahhh a straight boy. Jackpot. He’s getting hard as a rock and his dick must be about 9” and rock solid! I decided not to look back but to lube his dick and brace myself. Also recovering from a cold, no poppers, this was going to sting.. The boy literately raped me. It was one of the best fucks I’ve had we were sweating all over my bed. Also every time he pulled out he would spit in his dick and shove back in. My cunt was ruined and drench with precum and spit. At one point he had me gliding like a fuck doll on his dick edging himself to cum. It went on for one hour as I was kissed, chocked, looked in the eye and faggot, pounded and split. The rare squishing sound of wet sweaty bodies could be heard. He said it takes him awhile to cum... Finally he has me on my stomach and is just gliding my useless body on his dick like a fuck doll. He jams in deep to the second hole and unleash. I squeeze and push out and squeeze which grips his dick. He pops out and man goo with cum drips out like a river. He gets up and dress. Doesn’t want to kiss, a straight guy thing I guess but asks when I’m free again. He just left and my hole is sore and used for the first time in a long time. He mentions he has second thoughts on being straight and that was the best fuck he has had.... BBC in Hawaii - can’t get enough probably meet again tomorrow.

We laid in bed for a few more minutes in silence before I asked “Was that the first time you tasted cum?” He blushed and replied “No, I usually catch it and lick my hand clean after I jack off.” “Cool. Me too” I replied. I wondered how many other things he tried but before I could start asking he said “So… how do gay guys decide who’s the guy and who’s the girl?” “Well, it’s top and bottom… or in other countries - active or passive. Usually you have to talk about it . There’s a few guys you can assume based on their actions, but that can be embarrassing if you’re wrong. Some guys are exclusively tops and are the ones who fuck. Some are always bottoms and get fucked. And some are versatile, like me, who do both. For me, it depends on my mood and who I’m with as to whether I top or bottom” I explained. Louis nodded and I continued explaining how there is a huge gray area because some tops like to suck and get rimmed and some don’t. “Damn, that’s complicated” Louis said. “Not really much worse than with straight sex. Even there, you have some women who like to fuck guys with a strap-on. Some like their tits played with and some don’t. Some suck dick and some will beat your ass if you try to make them. It’s just that with fucking, it’s de facto that the guy is going to fuck the girl in the pussy. Have you done anything besides basic straight sex?” I asked. “Not really” he replied. He almost seemed to be embarrassed about how vanilla his sex life had been. “I know you hadn’t done anal, but no toys? Bondage? S&M? Groups?” I probed. “I caught one girlfriend using a vibrator and another suggested going to a sex party but that was right before I found out she was cheating on me so we didn’t go” Louis said. The light bulb over my head went on and I got up and walked over to the closet, pulling out a box and setting it next to the bed. I pulled a couple dildos out of the box and laid them on the bed. I dragged Louis off the bed and went into the bathroom and showed him how to clean his ass out. We went back to the bed and I had him lay on his back. I reached into the drawer in the bedstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. I pushed him back on to his shoulders and told him to hold his ankles right before I spit on his hole. “Hey, I just cleaned that” he joked. I got the last laugh though as I buried my face in his ass and began to give him is first rim job. The loud moans were interspersed with “OH FUCK!” “OHSHIT!” “Oh my fucking god!” My tongue licked and probed, I sucked and pushed spit into his hole and then I added a finger to the mix. Rubbing around the ring I pushed the spit inside with my finger. He clenched his ass tight around my finger and I stopped. “Relax, Louis. It’s ok” I said and slowly felt his sphincter loosen. I played with his hole with one finger and when he seemed ok with one knuckle deep, I worked in deeper. One finger became two and when he had no problems with two getting pushed in all the way I pulled them out. I grabbed the small dildo and slicked it up with lube and then rubbed the end over his pucker. I pushed gently and watched the fake cock enter his hole. I spent ten minutes working his hole with the dildo listening to him moan until he could take all four inches of the thin shaft. I reached over and grabbed the bigger dildo and repeated the process. This one went in easier as he now was used to being penetrated. After a little more than five minutes, I started to rub my rock hard cock with lube. I pulled the dildo out and tossed it to the side as I stood up and guided his ass lower. I wished I had put the ring back in, but it was probably better this way. I added some more lube to his hole and pushed it in with my finger. My cock head nestled into the quivering opening and I looked into Louis’s eyes. His mouth was open but he wasn’t making any sound and his eyes were locked to mine. I smiled and pushed in gently, feeling the warm flesh part and wrap around my cock. The prep had done it’s job and while I paused every half inch or so, he seemed to be doing ok. I got a little over half way in with my “almost” seven inch cock and started to rock back and forth. I heard some light grunts from Louis but he never asked me to stop. I pulled out and dripped some more spit on his hole and then went back to slowly fucking my cock in deeper. “Ready?” I asked. He looked a little confused but nodded ‘yes’ so I slowly pushed the rest of the way in and our bodies were firmly connected. I stayed like that for half a minute and then pulled back and started Louis’ first real fuck. I mixed it up - short and long, slow and fast and he seemed mesmerized staring back at me. There were grunts and moans which got louder when I fucked harder and deeper and they tapered off when I slowed things down. I saw that Louis’s cock now had an endless rope of precum dripping out of the piss slit and over the thick pelt on his stomach. I stopped at one point and scooped some of it onto my finger and then sucked it off, savoring the taste. I had been fucking him for almost twenty minutes and I could feel my balls start to churn again. I figured Louis probably couldn’t take much more. I really wanted to try several more positions, but I put them off for our next fucks. And based on how he seemed to be taking this fuck, there would be more. I thrust in faster and harder and pounded him for a few minutes as my balls prepared their next load. Louis’s eyes opened wide as I drove my cock as deep as it would go and then felt the pulses of cum flood his body. He let out a loud whimper as my cock throbbed inside him. After the pulses faded I stood there a moment enjoying the feeling of his tight, warm hole filled with my spunk. I leaned forward and he let go of his legs and we began to kiss, my cock still planted in him. My cock began to soften and before it fell out we rolled on our sides and kissed some more. The last words I heard from him as we drifted off to sleep were “I guess I’m not a virgin anymore.”

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

This story is fiction and any resemblance to real events or real people, living or dead, is mere coincidence. Hope you enjoy it. PART ONE Robert was a pretty happy-go-lucky guy, most of the time. Life wasn't perfect, but he had most creature comforts and some good friends, and had had an ok childhood, for the most part. He was fairly average, but still pretty handsome and good looking, with blonde hair and deep blue eyes, that always looked just a little bit sad, almost like puppy-dog eyes. His smile could light up a room, though. His folks had split when he was young, though, and grew up with his Dad, who was quite emotionally distant, and this left Robert with a compulsion to seek validation or attention from wherever he could get it. In High School, he learnt to become the class clown, and enjoyed making people laugh, even if they were only laughing at him. When he was in his second year of High School, he had been getting bullied by some older students, being called names like homo or faggot, generally because Robert was not staunch or macho, rather more gentle and unassuming, and had a slight, lean frame. Robert was a bit of a late bloomer, and hadn't started showing signs of going through puberty yet, He didn't fully understand it when the other boys mocked him as gay or faggot or whatever, but he had some vague idea after hearing things from other high school boys about cock sucking or butt fucking. He wondered about himself for a while. It wasn't until he started puberty about a year later, that he started wanking and cumming himself, and having fantasies that included having sex with guys. He decided to taste his own cum a few times, which soon became very addictive. Fast forward a few years, and Robert was now in his mid 20s, and by this point, he had had sexual encounters with both boys and girls, but had made the conclusion that he was definitely gay. He had been visiting adult bookstores and going into the ones that had rooms in the back with video lounges or glory holes, and usually just got naked and jerked off until one of the other men, usually twice his age at least, got courage to suck him off or rim him. Robert was very passive in this sense, but, like his years of being the class clown, enjoyed the attention he got whichever way he got it, and started learning to enjoy being an object for other men to use. He would feel pampered as a man his dad's or grandfather's age would lick and press their tongues against his twitching hole like hungry dogs eating a meal like it was their last. He slowly, but surely, became addicted to cruising these places, and got a bit of a reputation. He got fucked quite a few times, but was careful enough to use protection, as he had been taught in Sex Ed classes during his high school years. He went again one night, after a couple of after work beers at a bar with his workmates, feeling horny as fuck. He took a minute when he arrived at the store to browse some of the items, the underwear section particularly catching his interest, and bought a white Bike brand jock strap, and asked for an entrance to the rooms at the back. "You can get changed into that jock in our changing room if you'd like, I'll give you a bag to put your other clothes in and keep them safe behind the counter while you're back there", said the guy at the counter. Robert took his advice, and got changed into just the jock, keeping his shoes on. He got a big whistle from the store clerk when he came out from the changing room, making him smile and blush. "Very sexy", said the clerk. "Comfortable?" "Yes, this fits great", replied Robert. "Have fun in there, I saw a couple of guys go in earlier, so I'm sure you'll get what you want", the store clerk said to Robert, with a bit of a chuckle, as Robert thanked him and smiled and waved after handing his clothes over and making his way to the back.

Booty Bump at 30,000 Feet from the Air Marshals– “Do you feel OK? You don’t look so good,” asked the stewardess - damn, fucking, perky stewardess in her little blue uniform and perfectly coiffed hair. Fucking Dutch, and at this hour of night! How can they all be so pretty and so nice? I was on board a KLM 747 flight at 30,000 feet somewhere over the Atlantic for an overnight flight. The plane was practically empty and I was able to get three seats to myself near the back where I could suffer in peace, but I had a Tina hangover to beat hell and had gotten up and stepped into the back to ask the stewardess for more water. Just six hours earlier I had been at the apartment of a local dealer with his big black 10-inch dick buried in my ass filling me with cum. Raw, rough, and nasty was his motto and he made me pay for the Tina with my ass and the Benjamins. I had not eaten in over two days, had been flying high, drinking, and had taken several raw dicks up my ass, three of which were anonymously at the dealer’s place. As we wrapped up, the dealer came in me and passed out. I pissed in his Tina-crusted toilet and stumbled home only to find a message on my phone from my boss saying I had to leave immediately to cover an important business trip to Asia for a colleague who’s wife decided to have her baby early. SHIT! I was so fucking high, had been partying non-stop, and was in no condition to do anything, but I needed my job, so quickly packed my bag, did several lines to get me going, and headed to the airport, my ass dripping with cum and my hole twitching for dick, secretly hoping TSA would want to frisk me down in a private room. “I’m fine,” I answered grumpily, “I just had a long week,” as I shakily took the water the stewardess offered and leaned against the bulkhead trying to steady my wobbly legs. What I really needed was more crystal and some beer, and more dick. I slowly paced back and forth at the back of the plane, sipping my water as the stewardesses did a final walk through picking up trash from the last beverage service. The cabin lights were down, most folks were asleep, but I was wired and horned. I had been at the back for about twenty minutes when a tall, handsome man walked into the area and instead of heading right into the bathroom, leaned against the bulkhead opposite of me, crossed his arms, and calmly said in a voice that seemed too loud, “So what are you on?” Fuck – how did he know? “Umm….nothing man, don’t know…what you are talking about,” I managed as I took another sip of water. He then took two steps, got right in front of me, casually looked around and said, “I expect an honest answer BOY. I asked you what you were on, and don’t try to lie to me again.” He then slowly pulled a black wallet out of his back pocket, flipped it open, showed me his big, gold US Federal Air Marshal badge, closed it, slid it back in his pocket, cocked his head, and waited for me to reply. Holy fuck! An Air Marshal! I instinctively tried to take a step back but was already pressed against the bulk head. I nervously looked around trying to find an escape route, then realized I was on a god damn plane, where the fuck was I going to go. I hung my head a little, looked up giving him my best puppy-dog eyes look and said, “Come on man, I’m not doing anything wrong, I just don’t feel good okay.” He reached out, patted my shoulder with big powerful hands and said, “Okay, so lets chat a bit. These long flights get pretty boring and I could use a good distraction.” I got increasingly fidgety as the Air Marshal stood way too close to me for my tastes and began to talk about jack shit. The weather, the Nationals baseball team, I don’t know. I barely focused on what he said as I was becoming so nervous and every time another passenger came back to use a bathroom or a stewardess was around I just knew – just knew they could all tell I was fucked up. “Right?” the Air Marshal asked. Fuck, what was he talking about? I just nodded and decided it was time to make my escape and tried to push my way past him. His left had shot out, grabbed my right arm, he stepped as close as possible and said, “I think I can help you out,” as he pressed his right hand against my chest. I looked down, he slowly tilted his palm to the side to show a small baggy full of white powder. My eyes got wide, I licked my lips and instinctively wiped my nose. The Marshal smiled, stepped back, opened one of the metal drawers along the back wall, pulled out a juice box, tore off the plastic encased straw, and handed it to me along with the baggy. He nodded towards the bathroom at the rear, I was shaking as I took the baggy, the straw, and looked at him warily as I entered the bathroom and closed the door. This bathroom was a little bigger than the others and while I had to piss, was too nervous. I shakily opened the baggy, took the straw, and snorted the powder up my nose. FUCK THAT BURNED! It felt like Tina, but more intense, or maybe I was just so tired, I don’t know, but a few more snorts and I was feeling much better. I stepped out of the bathroom and found the Air Marshal speaking with a stewardess in a low voice. She nodded, stepped back into the cabin, closing the curtain behind her. “I’m sorry to tell you I think you are getting sick and need to be quarantined,” he said with a smile and evil glint in his eyes. “Please step back into the bathroom.” I paused, what the hell was this? Was he busting me now? I backed into the airplane bathroom, the Air Marshal right behind me. He closed and slid the lock on the door, held out his hand, and I placed the baggy in it along with the straw. The Air Marshal opened the baggy, held it up, I tentatively took the straw and snorted a couple more times, then looked in the mirror to wipe off any white on my nostril. He then licked his finger, stuck it in the baggy, then said, “Drop your pants and bend over.” I started to protest, he glowered and said, “I only ask once.” I undid my denim shorts, dropped them to the floor, bent over the toilet and waited, my legs shaking from nervousness and the rush of powder. The Air Marshal took his left hand and pulled my cheek aside, then roughly shoved his coated finger into my hole. I pulled away as it hurt and burned, but he drove his finger as deep as he could and then worked it around, pulled it out, and repeated the process. When he pulled his finger out the second time I heard him suck it clean and as I tried to stand up he said, “Did I say to move?” I stayed bent over, the Air Marshal dropped his pants, his belt buckle banging against the plastic wall as it fell to the floor. I took a deep breath and waited and soon felt his raw dick pushing against my coated hole. The Air Marshal roughly grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back sharply as he thrust his dick into my ass. “OUCH!” I cried out as his big dick ripped into my ass. His other hand then covered my mouth as he began to pump my ass raw and saying, “I knew you were a little drug fag the moment I saw you. This is what you want isn’t it BOY? Huh? You better shut the fuck up and take this dick!” I just grunted as the Air Marshal’s raw dick opened my hole up and after a few minutes the mix of drugs and being fucked took over. I bent forward, pushed my ass back and up, and through my grunts begged him to fuck me deep. “Here it comes BOY, want this load? Want this load? UGH,” the Air Marshal grunted as he bred my ass, filling my Tina coated hole with his hot cum. He was so fucking deep up my ass that when he yanked it out my guts went with him. My muffled cry of OUCH was lost in his hand as he turned me around, I sat down on the airplane toilet seat, took his wet and slimy dick in my mouth, and licked him clean, tasting the tang of Tina and more. The Air Marshal strained to get his still semi-hard dick into his pants, buttoned up, pointed a finger at me with the instruction, “YOU – stay right there and leave this door unlocked,” before he backed out of the bathroom door. The cold plastic of the toilet seat eased the hot burning in my hole and about thirty-seconds later there was a knock at the door. Before I could grab the handle it was opened and another man stepped in. He was much older than the first and did not seemed at all surprised to find me sitting there and did not back out once he did. He calmly slid the lock on the door and said, “My colleague says you are not feeling so well and asked me to give you some of this.” In his hand was the baggy of white powder and the straw, so I shrugged, grabbed them and greedily snorted as much as I could. GOD DAMN THAT BURNED MY NOSE!!! The new guy chuckled, unbuckled his dress pants, and out slid a nice, LONG dick. He took the baggy back, pinched some powder between his fingers, sprinkled it on his dick and said, “I think you missed some.” I quickly started to lick and slurp on that big meat, loving the taste of the Tina and of his uncut dick. I don’t think he had washed in days as he had a ring of slime and crust around under his foreskin around the head that was foul, pungent, and delicious nectar for a cum pig like me! As soon as he was hard I stood up, turned around, bent over, and showed him my freshly fucked hole. He wasted no time and was rougher than the first guy as he shoved his long dick in as deep and as hard as he could. As soon as his raw dick was balls deep, I moved my feet together, squeezed my hole, and pushed my ass back and said, “FUCK ME.” He didn’t say a word as he grabbed my ass and started to long dick my cum filled hole. It took him a while to shoot, but when he did, cum started to drip out of my hole onto the bathroom floor. Once his dick started to go soft, he slid it out, stuffed it into his shorts, not letting me lick him clean as I wanted much to my frustration. He buckled up his pants and said, “Come on.” I pulled my pants up and followed him out of the bathroom, wondering what would happen if anyone saw us. No one was there though, except the Air Marshal who had fucked me. He and the new guy exchanged a few words, then the new guy said, “Come on,” as he pulled the curtain to the cabin back and started walking down the aisle. I walked past the Air Marshal who grabbed my arm and said, “Grab your bag and shit, take it with you.” So I stopped at my seat, got my stuff from the overhead bin, and walked fast down the aisle to catch up with the older guy. We headed to the front of the plane and I was surprised again at how few people there seemed to be on this flight as we headed up the stairs to the top deck of the 747. Once upstairs, the old guy pointed to a seat near the back and said, “Sit.” He then walked forward and I saw him speaking to the steward, who looked back at me, then nodded, and was soon rousing the two passengers at the front of the cabin. I heard him use the words ‘medical situation’ and before I knew it, they were standing up, grabbing their stuff, and heading down the stairs with the steward in tow. As I watched them leave, I turned and the older guy was now standing over me with badge in hand, “Like you’ve been told, you are sick and need to be quarantined, so now we have some privacy. My partner and I have a pretty good idea of how to make you feel better, but you need to do exactly as we say?” I just nodded as the Air Marshal unzipped his pants, stepped in my row in front of my seat, his hands on the back of my seat, facing the stairway as his long dick was now inches from my face. I immediately put his dick in my mouth and started to suck him, then with his right hand he grabbed the back of my head and pushed it onto his dick making me gag. My eyes teared up while I tried to deep throat him, my gut gurgling and throat making small choking noises. I opened my eyes and noticed someone was standing beside us and sputtered and spit as I pulled off his dick. The Air Marshal laughed, “Don’t worry about Clinton, he’s just waiting his turn.” Clinton turned out to be the steward who escorted the passengers downstairs and he was standing there rubbing his dick through his pants like he was trying to start a fire. He was not my type at all – skinny and nelly looking, but hell, any dick was good dick. The Air Marshal scooted to the side, flipped up the arm between the seats, told me to drop my shorts, and as I did he positioned himself with his back to the airplane window, his dick pointing to the aisle. Once I had my shorts down he pushed me forward I had one knee on the seat, my face towards the aisle and Clinton, and the Air Marshal between me and the window with him angling his dick into my wet hole. I arched my back as his dick popped into my hole. The angle was awful, but then he put one knee up on the seat behind me and it was a fairly good position. Clinton now had his dick out, so I started to suck on him while the Air Marshal rough fucked my hole and bred me with another load. As soon as he was done he pulled out, scooted out into the aisle and started pulling up his pants. Clinton was standing there with a still hard dick looking like he did not know what to do. “I got the watch, use the bathroom,” the Air Marshal said so I pulled up my shorts and followed Clinton to the bathroom. His dick was not as big and he shot in my ass pretty quick, but four loads – from raw dick up my ass – was not bad. I made it back to my new seat, Clinton and the Air Marshal exchanged a few words, the Marshal came over, held out his hand with the baggy and said, “Snort up. We plan to enjoy this flight so this if for you. And for me, well these little blue pills work fucking wonders.” I spent the rest of the flight to Amsterdam getting fucked by the two Air Marshals and once more by Clinton, the steward. When we arrived in Amsterdam the Marshals escorted me off the plane first, keeping up the ‘quarantine’ rouse, and took me right on through customs and out of the airport. I ended up missing my connecting flight and the rest of my trip as the Marshals had seven days of vacation planned in Amsterdam and had booked a room at the Black Tulip Hotel. I had never heard of the place but agreed to go with them for 'only one night’. It was not until we were in the room and I saw the sling and leather bed spread that I realized what they truly might have in store for me.

PART FOUR "Get up, get on your feet." Robert did as he was told, as he was starting to feel a strange but powerful sense of comfort in taking instructions and being obedient to this man. He had made Robert feel things in a way that no other man had yet done, and he started to realise, he wanted more. The guy started caressing Robert's chest, running his hands all over him, and lent forward to his face, placing a hand behind his head, and began to kiss him, Robert kissing back gently, and opening his mouth to be greeted by the cunning master's tongue. This sexual beast had Robert in shivers as they passionately frenched a few minutes, kissing and sucking each other's tongues, then the guy started rubbing Robert's nipples, gently at first, then pinching, applying more and more pressure, getting some gentle moans out of Robert in return. Then the guy lowered his head and took one of the lad's nipples in his mouth, swirling and flicking his tongue his tongue around it, Robert's moans becoming more exasperated and pleasured while he did this. "My slut likes his tits teased, huh?" Said the stud. "Fffffuuuuccckkk yes, Daddy. Feels soooo good". Robert replied. The man then bit down, not too hard, but hard enough to get a loud set of pained and exasperated oooh's and aaah's out of Robert's sweet lips, then... The man stood back just a little, roughly grabbed a handful of Robert's hair, and spat in his face. "Cunt". Spat at him again. "Open your mouth". He spat inside Robert's mouth. "Say thank you." "Thank you", Robert obligingly replied, in his newfound understanding. This made him feel so dirty, so used, so..... He couldn't fully explain it, but he loved it. Again, he wanted more. He left his mouth open. The man spat at him again. "You really are trash, aren't you, bitch?". He slapped Robert in the face. Robert moaned in pleasure and approval. He wanted to show this dom he had began to learn his place. Who he really was. A faggot. A slave. A submissive whore. A cheap piece of fuck-meat for any man wanting to use him. Pain and abuse made him horny as fuck. He was, in essence, a Masochist. The man pinched both of Robert's nipples, hard. "I know how to use a slut. Tell me what you want. You really want to make Daddy happy, yes?" The man asked, in a dominant tone. "Yes, Daddy". "You're a trashy cum-dumpster whore, aren't you, faggot? You like being abused and verbally degraded, don't you?". "Yes Daddy. I love it." The man chuckled. He had the young man by the short and curlies now. He had broken him, and he knew it. He could see he had control, and the little slut would let him do anything he wanted. "On your knees, and open your fucking whore mouth, as wide as you can, and keep it open". Robert knelt down, and the man roughly grabbed his hair with both hands, then pulling Robert's head forward, jammed his cock down Robert's throat, making him gag. He pulled out, leaned over and spat in his face. "Take some poppers. Hit it about 5 times. Deep breaths." The man waited, still clutching Robert's hair while the lad breathed in the acrid fumes. "Open your mouth again." He forced his throbbing cock into Robert's throat, at first a bit slower and more gently this time, but built up pace, and was soon fully throat-fucking him, making Robert drool like a rabid animal. "Yes.... yeeeeessss, bitch. Get my dick wet. This is for your own good, cunt. Cause I think you know where I'm gonna stick my tool next."

i bet several hundred men have fucked this whore bareback and she doesnt even know their names or what they look like. faggots like you and @gangbangsuperstar are a great example for young cumdumps

I joined I February..used to be a members years back ..I'm a Top.. Uncircumcised... Uninhibited.,and Unprotected.. .AND NASTY SLEAZY ALL MANSMELLL SICK TWISTED ..MY UNCUT PROUDLY GENERATES HEAVY COCK CHEESE... LOT OF FORESKIN... PROMISCUOUS and Perverted as Fuck

PHRASING!

I love getting bred by total strangers

I don't suffer as bad as this guy but it's a blessing and a curse. It feels like when you're holding in your piss for as long as possible mixed with when you have been edging for what feels like hours. The first few shots are so fucking intense like I am only there to breed until I die. Then mid cum I feel a huge wave of satisfaction and relief and I can feel like my old self (aka my old neg life where I always suppressed my sex drive and urges) take over. I look at myself and sometimes I feel disgust at what I am doing and shame that I just fucked a random guy who is most likely neg with my toxic cum. Then thank God I am already feeling my conscience die as I come back to myself. Am still flooding the pig's guts but I can feel EVERYTHING. It turns me on. The warmth. Smell. Wetness of his ruined hole. All slick in my load and my cock is solid as fuck and I am back to beast mode. I can't help it. Am ready to fuck again until this pig is mine!

This is why a jockstrap is necessary. I would be arrested without one in public.

Got off work last night and checked grindr. While i was on a couple messages popped up from guys that had used me before. They both wanted to meet at their place right then so i introduced them to each other and they decided to make it a 3some. It was dark when i pulled up in the back driveway of one of the guys so i stripped and left my clothes in the car and went to use his backyard shower. While i was rinsing soap off i heard someone behind me but i stayed facing the shower. He came up behind me and put his arms around me while his hard cock poked against my ass. In one hand was a blindfold and he told me "Put this on you fucking slut". I heard the 2nd guy at that point and i reached around to feel both hard cocks and told them i wanted them inside me so bad. The water was turned off and i bent over slightly as i felt lube being poured down the crack of my ass. A cock probed me and i reached back to guide him into my hole. Once he was all the way in i clenched and he moaned and told me i was a good little whore. I knew which guy was fucking me because he was about 6" and started really pounding hard while i leaned over to take the other guy's thick 8". When he saw me take the whole 8" he started saying fuck fuck fuck and i felt my hole get slick with his cum. I used my muscles to milk as much as possible out of him before he pulled out. They switched places and i felt the tip of the 8" cock poised at my hole. "Are you ready for this?" he asked and i just moaned as i started pressing back on him and felt the fat head pop into me. He let me slowly back onto him as i heard small gasps coming from him. I leaned forward, holding on to the hips in front of me, and swallowed the cock that had first bred me and cleaned him off as the guy filling me up started a slow procession of strokes. He pushed my mouth all the way down the cock in front of me as he started plowing in earnest. I could feel them leaning over me as they kissed. It wasn't more than 5 minutes before he started plunging into me fast and furious and i felt his cock get even harder as he came in my ass. He held still as i felt his cock throbbing. Just then the guy i was sucking grabbed my head and yelled "oh fuck!" as he flooded my mouth with cum. They withdrew and when i started to stand up one of them pushed me back down and then suddenly the shower spray of cold water hit me and i yelped. "Clean up. No hot water. Then go to the bookstore and take more cock. We are going to use you again tomorrow night but get some cum in you before you get here. We both want to use your slut pussy again."

I guess I'd better give my public what it wants, huh? Heh heh. PART THREE Robert's mouth was completely full of this powerful alpha male's engorged member, and he was loving every second of it, deep throating him, licking up and down the shaft, kissing and licking around the bulbous head and foreskin. By this point, he was basically drooling with saliva uncontrollably and getting the cock nice and wet. He could feel every bump of flesh, every bulging vein, the smooth texture of the glans, and the soft folds of skin in the foreskin, which, when loose enough, he sucked between his lips and pulled between his teeth, ever so gently. "Right. I think you're ready for this now. Bend over and show me your ass." Said the black guy, helping Robert move in to position, while he sat on the couch. "Fuck yeah, bitch. My kinda slut." Robert then felt two strong hands on either of his asscheeks prying them apart, exposing his sweet hole to the air, and this dominant man's breath. The man blew gently on his hole, causing Robert to gasp with surprise and pleasure, just before Robert felt the soft, warm and moist flesh of the guy's tongue licking him all over his ass, paying special attention to his hole, giving him the rimming of a lifetime. Robert was seeing stars, his cock rock hard to the point of being uncomfortable, threatening of being just on the verge of coming. "Aaaahhh.... oooooh... aaaaahhh..... mmmmmmm..... yyyyyeeeeeaahhh" Robert moaned, more and more gently and passionately.... getting more and more effeminate with each sigh or moan of pleasure. SLAP!!!! A big strong hand came down on his ass hard. "Definitely MY slut now, aren't ya?" The guy asked, seemingly very proud of his efforts. SLAP!! "Ahhhh" SLAP!! "Owww" SLAP!! "Please...." "Please what, bitch?" The guy asked, teasingly. "It hurts, Daddy". Robert replied. The guy started rubbing his ass with a flat hand over where he had been spanking the boy, rubbing the red raw flesh, making it warm, and kissed it. "Does it? It seems to me you're enjoying it" He replied, grabbing Robert's cock through his jock strap. "I think you need this more than you realise". SLAP!! "You're a naughty little bitch, a slut, a whore, and you're getting something VERY special, tonight." SLAP!!! "Ahhh". With this, the guy reached to where his clothes were, and removed the belt from his pants, then instructed Robert to kneel submissively in front of him, hands resting on his thighs, feet underneath his buttocks. He made a loop with the belt, with the buckle loose, and put it around Robert's neck, not choking him, but secured it tight enough to have some control if movement, like a leash... and then.... SLAP!!!! He slapped the young man in the face again. Hard. "You're a piece of shit, ya know that?" SLAP! "Whore." SLAP! "Don't fight this, I am under control of you and I will give you what you need. You don't have a choice now, do you? You may answer." The guy raised his hand above Robert's head, preparing to administer another slap to his now bright red face, and Robert was doing his best to not cry, but something was welling up inside him. Part sadness, part wanting this man to comfort him, the pain and sting of his face, not knowing what to do next, and wanting to obey, not just out of fear... but out of excitement. Out of doing something extremely kinky that he hadn't done before. Out of breaking some taboos. Out of becoming broken, and finally ready to really be the total faggot he was meant to be. "Well? You want this, right, slut?" The black guy asked. "Yes, please Daddy." Robert replied. "Treat me however you want, do whatever you want to do with me. Make me your slut." The guy chuckled a little. A sexy, slow, low chuckle. Almost a growl. Deep and low in pitch. "Just what I thought".

Part 3 As he pushed it in I felt nothing- That surprised me. In the videos there always seemed to be such a strong- And then it hit me. The Rush. It was like everything I'd heard and seen and like nothing I've ever felt. I was someone new. Free. I felt myself coughing as it hit me and then felt a tsunami of horniness envelop my being. "Good, huh?" he said. "Fuck yes. I...Holy fuck..." "Lay back baby and enjoy the rush. I'll be there in a minute" he said strapping his arm and bringing his point out. "Can I..." "You wanna watch?" "Yes, please. Yes, sir" "Oh wow. we're gonna have fun. You are a little piggy boy. I had a feeling about you- I knew that freak was in there. You just needed a little encouragement. Yes, pig. come over here and watch me." I came next to him and watched as he prepped. Once the needle was in his arm he looked at me. and then the flash. I let out an involuntary groan as his blood filled the syringe. and then it disappeared into his arm. As the rush hit him I lay back unable to control the heat taking over my body. I had to get naked now. I peeled off my pants so I was just in my briefs. I had chosen this outfit for work, not sex. Blue briefs were economic for working, not as sexy as a jockstrap would have been. So i pulled them off right away and started to touch myself. "I'm so fucking horny. This feels so amazing. Thank you, thank you for introducing me to this." He leaned in and kissed me. Then got up and stripped as well. While he stripped I touched myself all over, never satisfied, always needing more. always so turned on. He dimmed the lights and put porn on a laptop. He was wearing black bikini briefs. Much sexier. Without taking them off he lay next to me and we made out. I felt his tongue begging for entrance into my mouth and I let him in. We made out for what felt like seconds but also years. Time was different as a concept now. "One last thing- I only fuck bareback." "perfect" "and I'm poz. is that going to be an issue" A dull red flag raised in the back of my mind every sex ed class and every moment of my life till now screamed in the back of my head "yes, it's an issue. that's not alright" but I wanted him. needed him. That dull voice was drown out by my guttural instant response of "No, I want you. all of you" End part 3

PART TWO Entering the back room, Robert walked around the glory holes and looked in the private rooms for a couple of minutes, but didn't really see anyone. He continued to the main lounge with the big couches and TV screen that had porn movies regularly playing. As he entered this part of the room, he noticed a fairly athletic looking well built black guy, who was gently stroking a nice cock, which would have been at least 6-1/2 to 7 inches, and reasonably girthy, and uncircumcised. The black guy looked up, with the slightest of smiles, said "Come here and suck my cock, slut!" Something about his demeanor and his confidence pretty much instantly had turned Robert on beyond all logic and reason. This guy wasn't a D&G model or anything, but still handsome enough, but... with his attitude, he was downright HOT. He exuded sexuality out of every pore, and this made Robert feel tingly and physically hot, making his heart race in his chest. Robert headed straight to him and knelt down between the guy's legs, and began to take the cock between his lips, doing his best to pleasure this man, while enjoying the smells and tastes and feel of this man's cock in his mouth. "Deeper", growled the man, grabbing Robert's head by the hair, commanding control, and pushing him farther down his shaft, down and down, until Robert started gagging. "That's it, take my rock hard cock in your throat, you whore. You like that, don't you?" He asked, letting go of Robert's head, as Robert came back up the shaft and released the guy's cock from his mouth, gasping for air and drooling slightly, with his eyes watering. SLAP!!! The black guy struck Robert across the face with an open hand, stinging his face. Robert was feeling quite shocked by this, his face sore, his heart racing as fast as his mind was, and his own cock was now straining against the fabric of his new jock strap and leaking pre-cum. Robert had never felt this horny before. "I asked you a question, bitch." SLAP!! The man smacked Robert's ass. Robert let out a loud moan. "Fucking answer me! You like this, don't you? You love Daddy's cock in your throat, you little slut". Overwhelmed, Robert answered "Yes, daddy". "About fucking time, cunt." The man answered. "You'll learn. Now, get your mouth on that cock and raise your legs so you're bent over and I can get to your ass." Robert was obedient and did as he was told, and this stud began to lick his fingers and rub them against Robert's hole, and pushing them in, getting some kitten-like purrs and gentle moans from Robert, who was really liking the attention. This man had a dominant aura, and he was using Robert like a cheap back alley whore, and Robert was getting more and more used to the idea. The man produced a small brown bottle of liquid, and held it to Robert's nostril. "Take some deep breaths in", said the man. Robert took about three deep breaths, and felt a massive rush of warmth and relaxation permeate his body, as he suddenly felt massively horny, and naturally let the lust take over and began sucking the cock in earnest, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. The man grabbed Robert's head again with one hand, and forced him down his shaft, but this time, Robert managed to get almost all the way down without gagging. He was so into it that he barely noticed the guy shoving his fingers into Robert's hole forcefully and stretching him open.

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

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

PART 2 I had no idea what to do. I was naked, seated on the edge of a stranger's bed, and we were watching a gay porn, a gay porn where a young guy was slobbering all over a guy's cock. My six inch cock was rock hard, but next to me was an almost rock hard man dick. I marveled at how such a thin guy had such a huge fat cock. It had to be at least eight and a half inches. As if sensing it, or maybe he was just staring at me staring at his cock, he commented "I like that you can’t stop looking at my cock. You must be hungry. Have you been with many guys?” I just figured honesty was best and I wasn’t exactly fooling anyone into thinking I was 'Mr. Experience', so I told the truth. "I've..., I've gone to a bookstore a few times and done stuff.” I was super embarrassed to admit it, but he looked at me and smiled, responding "Good for you. Bookstore booths can be hot. Did you just let guys suck you or has Chris learned to get his knees dirty?” "At first, I got sucked but I kind of like, I kind of like to suck more than get sucked.” There, I had admitted it. "And what about fucking? Anyone get that butt yet?” he asked. "I tried it twice. It was good, but it kind of hurts, and well, it seems like... condoms aren’t very slippery it feels like.” He looked at me thoughtfully and asked "So, each of the guys who fucked your ass used a condom? But not when you were sucking, right? I imagine you took each man's load in your mouth, didn’t you?” “I only tried fucking twice and yes, each guy used a condom. And yes, you're also right, when I suck I don’t ever use a condom. Oh, and yeah, the guys always just cum in my mouth. I don’t mind though.” There, I had admitted that too. I liked sucking cock and tasting cum. “Well Chris, I am proud of you for being so open with me and for going out and finding what you like. Do you want to know what I like and what I have done?” I nodded. “I've done most everything, I think, so if you have a question, just ask. But when it comes to fucking and sucking and having man sex, I like it all. But most of the time, I am the one getting sucked more than the one sucking. And most of the time I am the one licking a guy's asshole instead of him licking mine. And I am always the one, these days, that fills a hot manhole instead of having a cock deep up in me. And I have a secret trick for fucking that makes it real slippery and the bottoms always love it. In my book it's the only way to fuck. Can you guess what it is?” I shrugged, having no idea. "Well, let's put it this way: the problem with the way you’ve been fucking is that you used condoms. I never do.”

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. This is my first story. Go easy on me guys The following is pure fiction. It never happened and any similarity to any real life happenings is an amazing coincidence. Part 1: Intro “Fuck!” Mark yelled as he put his phone down. His calls with his parents had grown less frequent the past few years, but they always seemed to find a way to piss him off. The latest way was that they wanted him to go check up on his brother Joey at college since they had found out Joey had got thrown off the wrestling team and lost his sports scholarship and wouldn’t talk to them. “We would do it ourselves, but you know how we don’t like to travel to big cities” they said. “Big city? Its a damn college town in the middle of farmland," Mark replied, thinking to himself 'It seems my brother is following in my footsteps', knowing that his brother was even more easily distracted by partying than he had been. Mark began to think about the events that had brought him from a small, rural midwest town to where he was today. It had been quite a wild ride. Mark had left his small hometown and went to college several hours away for many reasons. First was to escape his parents who were very conservative and religious and tried to control everything Mark did. Second was so he could meet other gay guys his age without trying to hide it from his family, friends and nosy townspeople. And last was because there was nothing other than small community colleges nearby and Mark wanted be able to find a good career and move to one of the coasts and enjoy city life far away from his family. After a shaky start in school from too much partying his first semester, he did well. He got good grades, met lots of people and enjoyed a very active sex life. He was a lot more reserved his senior year when his brother decided to go to the same university. His parents were relieved that they were both going to the same school so that Mark could look after his little brother during his first year, but the reality was that they saw little of each other. Mark was busy with finishing up his senior projects and some hard classes while Joey was working out and practicing with the team when he wasn’t studying. They would occasionally run into each other at parties and go home for holidays together, but other than text messages they just lived in different worlds. After graduating, Mark landed a good job at a Silicon Valley software company and moved to California, sharing an apartment with his friend Eric who had also found work out there. The two of them had become friends with benefits their junior year but they never wanted to commit to a relationship since they enjoyed fucking everyone they could. Both, however, were quite relieved to be out of the Midwest, feeling liberated on the West Coast. They frequently went to San Francisco on weekends and hit any baths, bars and sex parties they could find. They had an easy time picking up guys - Mark was tall, a six foot Midwestern white guy with dark blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, nicely toned even though he only sporadically went to the gym (and then usually just to check out the guys), a light fur covered his chest with a trail down to an impressive package - almost eight inches and thick sporting a PA that he recently upped to 0 gauge. His legs and bubble butt also had a covering of light hair. Over the last year he had been adding ink to the two tattoos that he had gotten in college. Both arms now had complete sleeves - the left continuing the tribal motif he started in college, the right being considerably darker and gothic. He was about to start on the tattoos for his back and was getting the art finalized with his tattoo artist. Being truly versatile, he could usually find sex partners almost anywhere - top, bottom or other vers guys to flip with (his favorite). Eric was equally as handsome but very different than Mark and could easily attract his share of men too. Eric came from a traditional Japanese-American family who was not pleased when he came out. He rarely talked to them and it was one thing that Mark and Eric had in common and they had become each other's family. Eric’s darker skin was devoid of any tattoos and he worked out to a strict schedule to keep his muscular five foot, nine body toned, taut and shaved, except for a neatly trimmed bush surrounding a thick 6 inch uncut cock. The only adornments were a small goatee, pierced ears and nipples, and an ever present smile. Eric considered himself to be versatile as well, but in reality he spent most of the time as a bottom. Most would consider him a power bottom - aggressive and usually in charge. That attitude continued when he topped. Whoever he fucked knew who was in control. A few months ago, Mark came down with nasty flu and was home in bed for over a week. A few friends told him to go get tested and he found out he was HIV+. Eric got tested too, but was still negative. The news didn’t really slow either of them down, they both continued to work hard and play harder but Eric was more cautious with whom he hooked up with. Some of Mark’s fuck buddies wouldn’t fuck with him any more, others insisted on condoms which Mark still refused to use. Mark did try condoms with Eric to keep their sex life going, but they both hated the feeling so sex between them stopped. Eric didn’t want to get infected and started to think about going on prep. They still did social events together, but their relationship started to drift apart. Mark did find a new group of guys to fuck that were either already poz or didn’t care. Mark kept putting off the doctor's instructions to begin meds. Several of his poz friends started letting him know where to find neg guys that wanted poz loads and he really enjoyed his new found power. The first week he bred five neg guys, all of whom announced he had come down with 'the flu', which gave Mark's confidence a boost. He no longer feared he was either never going to have sex or only get to fuck a few other poz guys. None of Mark’s family knew of his sexuality or infection and Mark was keen to keep it that way. He had heard enough from his parents preaching about “how those queers were going to rot in hell.” Mark tried to talk to his brother over the phone about his parents' concerns, but didn't get any solid answers out of his brother, so Mark concluded he would need to meet with his brother in person if he was to get a handle on what was going on. He really cared about his brother Joey and wanted to make sure he was able to graduate and escape like he had. Mark talked to his boss and was able to get a few days off a couple weeks later, so when he got home from work he sat down at the computer and hit all the travel websites and found what he needed - air tickets for going Thursday and coming back Monday and a rental car. He originally thought it would be better to stay at his brother’s apartment, but the more the thought about it a hotel room would make it a lot easier to hookup if he had time. After hunting around for a couple hours, he found a place that wasn’t a dive and didn’t cost a fortune. The hotel had outside door access and remembered going to a few sex parties there when he was in school. Everything was set. He would have to work hard the next two weeks since he might have a few days off, but the deadlines were still the same. He closed the laptop and got up and got ready for bed. Naked, he slipped into the bed with Eric and they kissed each other just like countless other nights before Eric pulled away and told Mark “We need to talk.” Mark’s heart sank at the sound of Eric’s words. Thoughts flashed through his mind, but the one that stuck was that he was about to get dumped. Looking at Eric he knew something was wrong because Eric's smile was gone and he looked very serious. “I know things have been pretty awkward between us since you found out you are poz” Eric said. “I want you to know that I still love you.” Mark’s heart sank even lower. He started to speak but Eric cut him off before he got the first word out of his mouth. “Let me finish” Eric continued. “I’ve decided that I don’t want to go on PrEP, Mark. It just isn’t me. I want our relationship to be like it used to be. Passionate. Sensual. Wild.” He waited a moment and took a deep breath. “I want you to poz me Mark. Share with me your virus like we used to share everything else. I want a part of you to be with me forever.” Tears ran down Mark’s face as he heard Eric talk. He wasn’t sure he heard it all correctly, since he just relieved with the fact that Eric wasn’t dumping him. “Are you sure?” Mark said after a long pause. “You really want me to infect you?” Eric’s smile came back as he wiped the tears off Mark’s cheek. “Yeah I do. I’ve thought about it a lot and realized I was jealous of those guys you have pozzed. I want to share our life together as a poz couple” Eric replied. Kissing Mark passionately and aggressively, Eric stroked Mark’s cock. Breaking the kiss he continued “And I want you to start now. Breed my fuckhole full of your toxic seed. Make me the poz pig you know I can be." “Oh fuck yeah” was all that Mark could say as his mind raced. Since the moment he found out he was poz he had wanted to bring Eric into the poz brotherhood but knew it had to be Eric's choice. He had almost given up hope that Eric would change his mind, but now it was happening. As months of pent up lust took over his body, Mark grabbed Eric’s head and forced it down on his hardening cock. Eric greedily sucked down Marks shaft, feeling the new larger piercing push into his throat. Eric always prided himself on having almost no gag reflex but this was the first time with Mark’s larger piercing and it was noticeably bigger. His throat covered Mark’s cock with slime as his tongue flicked and probed around the cock. Eric was eager to feel Mark’s cock back inside his ass after such a long time. He really missed their almost daily fuck sessions that they had done since their college days. Wrapping his hand around Mark’s balls, he tugged a bit, something he knew Mark loved. He felt the big balls with his fingers knowing that their poisonous contents would soon be deep inside him. The thought sent waves of excitement through his body. With his other hand, Eric stroked his cock which was now harder than he ever remembered it being. Leaking his neg precum onto the bed Eric bobbed on Mark’s cock, occasionally pulling off and grabbing the piercing with his teeth and shaking his head driving Mark crazy. Finally Eric couldn’t wait any longer and climbed up on top of Mark and positioned Mark’s poz cock at his ass ring. Feeling the steel on his hole for the first time in months, he grinned and remembered how good Mark’s cock always felt inside him. Mark looked up at Eric as their eyes locked. “Are you sure about this Eric? You can stop if you want to” Mark said softly. Eric just breathed deep, letting his hole relax a bit and shoved down as hard as he could onto Mark’s rigid cock. The pain was intense and he let out a scream, but it was what Eric wanted. He wanted to make sure that his fuck hole would have lots of small tears so that the virus could quickly enter his body. In some ways he wanted to make sure that it was the first fuck that infected him, but he wanted to take Mark’s charged load every day until he knew that he was no longer neg. After pausing a few seconds with Mark’s cock balls deep inside, Eric begin to ride Marks cock like he had hundreds of times before. He moved with hard, long strokes bouncing off Mark’s body. The look of pure lust came over both of them as the sounds of grunts and their bodies slapping together filled the room. After twenty minutes of Eric riding Mark’s cock, Mark bucked Eric off, pushing him on to his back. Grabbing his legs, Mark lined his cock up to Eric’s swollen hole. Looking down he saw a few red streaks on his cock and he looked straight at Eric and said “You are so fucking ready to get knocked up. My precum has been soaking into your wrecked hole and now its time for you to get bred." Without any hesitation Eric replied “Fuckin’ do it. Poz me up.” With that, Mark shoved his cock back into Eric’s hole, making sure to go at an angle and dig his cock into the walls of Eric’s chute. As if possessed, Mark started to pound Eric rougher than he ever had. He used all of the tricks he learned from the past few months of breeding several bug chasers he had fucked and converted. The bed was rocking from the force of Mark’s thrusts. Both of them were moaning and grunting in the sheer ecstasy of the moment. Sweat was dripping off his body onto Eric’s own sweaty body. At one point, Mark flipped Eric onto his stomach and then pulled him up onto all fours. Standing up, he shoved in three fingers into Eric’s gaping hole and roughly twisted them, scratching with his fingernails as he turned his wrist back and forth. Eric whimpered at the pain from Mark’s preparation. Mark quickly replaced his fingers with his throbbing cock. He knew he was close to shooting his poz seed into his boyfriend. Leaning forward Mark’s head was next to Eric’s ear. Eric could feel the heavy breaths on his neck as Mark feverishly thrust his cock in and out of Eric’s ravaged hole. Their bodies slammed together over and over until Mark drove his cock in deep and held it there whispering “I love you” into Eric’s ear as his cock erupted. Spurt after spurt of toxic cum pumped into Eric’s gut. Mark just moaned as the cum kept shooting. He couldn’t remember ever shooting that much cum before. Marks body was pressed on Eric’s back while his cock unloaded the virus laden cum deep inside. As the pulses of cum subsided, Mark slowly started to thrust back in and out, pushing the cum around and deeper into Eric. A few minutes later his cock started to soften and Mark slowly pulled out telling Eric “Stay right there.” Mark jumped off the bed and went to the toy drawer in the dresser and pulled out a steel butt plug. Jumping back on the bed, he pressed the cold steel to Eric’s puffy hole and pushed it in until he felt the familiar pop as Eric’s hole sucked the plug the rest of the way in. Moving around to the side of the bed, he fed his dripping cock to Eric who quickly licked and sucked it clean. Once he had finished, Mark laid down in the bed, covered in sweat, cum and spit. Eric curled up next to him and kissed him one more time whispering “Thank you” as they both quickly fell asleep.

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

I often thing about being what I call "bottom to a bottom". Of course, I wouldn't expect him to fuck me, that's not his thing, but the idea of being in a situation where I am fluffboy to his tops, eat him until he is totally ready, eat and suck the cum from his ass, and suck him off after he is done getting fucked so he can completely relax strikes me as being very satisfying.

have never not barebacked,but thats the way everyone fucked in the early 70's until aids gave the community a reason NOT to.We were meant to breed,to ejaculate,inseminate.It is a more intimate sexual act in my book.:)

SO true. NO ONE would call a straight guy or man who has sex without a rubber an irresponsible perv. Among straight guys - and women - there's NO stigmatization connected with barebacking. Why else would so many women use birth control pills?

Fucking HOT!

Newer FB wanted my hole tonight. Beefy blue collar black guy with a thick 6.5 velvety inches. Gave him some great deep throat head. Then bent over for it. Ass to mouth a few times as he tells me he has a fetish for seeing cum. I asked if he wanted me to come on his cock so we could fuck me with it and he said hell yeah. So I shoot on this cock and he starts stroking us together with my jizz. We huddle together a while as he enjoys the feeling of like come on both our cocks. Then he has me bend over and starts fucking my cum into my hole. Tells me he is coming and leaves a huge load in my ass.

the dark room was awesome. id go str8 to the dark room and take numerous anonymous loads just to use as lube. by about the 7th load, guys would slide in easy and splash cum on their dick and balls. id love to keep track somehow. or find someone to whore my hole out to anonymous horny guys.

I even have a Deed to my body that I will occasionally sign over to a Top so that he has full, unfettered ownership of me and my holes. I only surrender that completely to select Tops, and usually only to those who have indicated that they intend to choose who breeds me. @FelchingPisser has owned me this way before, and made good use of the opportunity at CumUnion. It’s not that common to find Tops that really relish the power and control that comes from having the right to choose who fucks another man, but when I find one, I do whatever he wants, and love every second of it. ?

i cant believe so many faggots think they should have a say in who fucks them and cums in their ass. pussyboys like me were born to take loads. from anyone that wants to fuck us bareback. anyrime and anywhere they want. if a guy wants to share my ass with his buddies, or a bunch of strangers in a porntheatre or bathhouse or whore me out online thats his perogative. doesnt matter what age, how they look, or status. literally any man or men can fuck me and cum deep inside me. my duty is to suck their cocks, get fucked and take loads. if a man wants a toilet or a fisthole i am that.

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 really dislike judging people like this -not everyone can be a sexy porn star. But I can't help but admit that I get an extra thrill when I'm getting fucked and bred by a guy that I am pretty sure most other guys wouldn't give the time of day. Or better, that they would be disgusted by. I fucking love those fucks!!!

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

Went to Crew Club DC last night and got wrecked. I was deterred by poor views online, but a good FWB encouraged me to go. Saturday night after a warm day is prime time. DC has the largest number of days per capita and it shows. Lots of Homo’s on the street and it was easy to get a hottie to come to my hotel room. The bathhouse didn’t have any more rooms to rent out and it was overflowing with cuties last night. I lost count of how many dicks and asses I took. I am absolutely demolished and keeping my legs closed for a few days to recover. Thank you, DC!

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

WARNING: No sex in this chapter, just setup for the next one ------------------ Part 87 - Clinical Test The alarm went off and Jeff picked up his phone. The list of things on that day’s to-do list was bigger than normal. He thumbed through them and in addition to his classes and a lecture he wanted to see that night was the reminder to go to the clinic and get his blood test. He had been feeling a bit more run down than normal, he had a cough that he couldn’t get rid of and the night sweats like when he converted were back. He looked over and Ryan’s bed was still made and there was no sign of him. “He probably spent the night over at Steven’s again” Jeff thought, somewhat envious. Jeff finished up his two afternoon classes and then took the bus downtown to the Jones clinic. He walked in just like it was any other building at school, chuckling to himself as he remembered how nervous he was the first few times he came here. He walked up and checked in with Douglas and joked with him a bit. Douglas asked, like he always did, when Jeff was gonna bend over for him and take his strain. “You just have to ask Master Kyle” was Jeff’s response every time. Jeff sat down and looked around at the crowd in the waiting room. Some were familiar faces and some were new. The door opened and he looked to see who it was and in walked someone who was visibly shaking. More like scared to death. The guy paused and looked around and then walked up to the receptionist's desk. Jeff thought the guy looked familiar and was trying to remember where he had met him. It took a few moments but then he remembered - the frat party. It was the guy that he fucked behind the speakers and who gave him his number. “C… Carl… Corey… Connor. Yeah, that was it. Connor” he thought. Jeff watched him and after he had checked in, waved him over. Jeff saw panic in his eyes and knew that Connor didn’t want anyone he knew to see him in this place. Reluctantly he walked over to Jeff and sat down. “Hey. I haven’t seen you since the party during the holidays” Connor said dryly. “Yeah. Sorry I haven’t called. Its been a really busy semester and then I thought it had been too long” Jeff replied. There was a long, awkward pause and Jeff then asked “In for your regular test?” Connor looked horrified. “This was my first one. I’m supposed to get the results today. I’m really nervous.” “Oh, yeah. The first one is always the worst. Once you start doing them regularly it gets a lot easier and there’s no stress” Jeff told him. “I guess” replied Connor. “You waited a long time to get your first STD test, you really need to do them if you’re getting any action” Jeff said with a grin. He could see Connor squirm in his chair, unnerved by Jeff’s comments. “I suppose. A buddy told me I should get tested since he got something and isn’t sure if he gave it to me. He won’t tell me what it is. He said it would just worry me. I heard the same thing from another fuckbuddy a few weeks ago so I decided I better do it” Connor said glumly. “Don’t worry. Even if you did catch something, they can treat it and you can go on being that hot fucker that I met at the party” Jeff said, trying to cheer him up. “JEFF” the nurse called out and Jeff put his hand on Connor’s shoulder as he got up. “Just relax. Everything will be fine” Jeff said as he turned and walked over to the nurse. Once inside the examining room Jeff told the nurse “Can you delay Connor’s appointment until I’m back out in the waiting room. I want to be there in case he needs someone to talk to.” “Did you have anything to do with his test results?” the nurse asked with a devilish grin. “Maybe” Jeff replied. He waited for Dr. Simms to come into the room and they went through the usual exam before Jeff told him about feeling run down, the cough and the night sweats. The doctor examined him further and reminded Jeff he really should have his cage removed before he came for his visits to the clinic. “Sorry, it just seems to be a part of me now and I don’t notice it” Jeff said. “Have you been sexually active with anyone new?” the doctor asked. “No, it’s been the same guys. The last time I was with someone new was a party just before Christmas” Jeff replied. “Was it just one person?” Dr. Simms asked. Jeff blushed “Uh… no” Jeff said looking down at his feet. “How many? I assume, with the cage, you were the receptive partner?” the doctor inquired. “I was the top that night since my cage was off. There was one guy and then later there was a group of five or six” Jeff said, embarrassed about his debauchery. Dr. Simms looked at Jeff with surprise. “Oh my. You were quite the stud that night. You realize that you could have infected everyone you penetrated, right?” he asked. “Yes, sir. I think one of them was already infected, but I don’t know about the others. One of them is out in the waiting room now. He is supposed to get his results today” Jeff said solemnly. “You shouldn’t be ashamed Jeff. As we told you when you were diagnosed, we expect you to be sexually active and will be infectious for a while. With your numbers its very possible that you infected at least one or two of those people with just one contact. You don’t even need to ejaculate inside them to be able to infect them. Do you know the name of the guy that is here today?” Dr. Simms asked. “Connor. I don’t know his last name. I didn’t see him again until today. He looks really worried” Jeff said. “Ah. OK” the doctor said before quietly adding “He has a reason to be concerned.” “You mean he’s poz?” Jeff asked. “I can’t tell you that, Jeff. It’s confidential. Are you going to help him if he needs emotional support?” the doctor asked. “I can if I have to” Jeff replied. “Good, he may need someone to talk to. Now, back to you. I’m going to have some extra blood tests done and a few swabs and we’ll figure out what to do about that cough. I think the sweats are just a drop in your immune system and the viruses trying to take advantage of it. Make an appointment to come back early next week and we will see if things are getting better on their own or if we need to take some action. Head down to the lab and get your blood drawn and then stay out in the waiting room” Dr. Simms said. Jeff went down to the lab and waited as usual. He looked over the guy that was in line in front of him. He had seen him a few times before and thought he was kind of cute and tried to imagine him naked. Soon, he was sitting in the chair looking at Tyler. Tyler was flipping through a folder and finally said “I think you’ve been holding out on me. There is nothing in here about you being some ravenous breeder in December. We had an uptick in new infections in January and a bigger one in February, but I never would have thought that you had anything to do with it.” “Uh, I guess I forgot. It’s the only time I ever did anything like that. I was horny and my master let my cock out of its cage…” Jeff said. “I’m not upset Jeff. I think its kinda hot having a sub bottom suddenly spending a night topping a bunch of guys. What happened?” Tyler asked. Jeff told him about the frat party, fucking Connor behind the speakers, the DJ watching and then fucking Connor too, and then last the group of guys that were taking turns on his cock on the dance floor. “Ah, it was you guys that started the frat epidemic? Uh, can you describe the DJ?” Tyler asked. Jeff had a really good memory and he could still see in his mind the DJ stroking off watching him fuck Connor and then walking over and then the DJ fucking Connor. Jeff closed his eyes and pictured him and said “Uh, he was a little taller than me, seemed to be mixed race like black and asian. He had a long goatee, probably four or five inches off his chin. He had a row of piercings in each ear and large piercings in his nipples. His cock was long and pierced too. He was wearing a red jockstrap and red high tops.” Jeff opened his eyes and saw the look of surprise on Tyler’s face. “That’s really impressive. Do you remember everyone like that?” Tyler asked. “No, it’s just that I thought he was really sexy. The other guys I don’t really remember except for the one guy who had ginger hair, a scar on his chest and a bunch of tattoos” Jeff replied. “Damn, you might have gotten a twofer or more that night then” Tyler said as he set up the syringe and blood containers for the draw. Tyler pushed the needle in and started getting the blood samples. “Twofer?” Jeff asked. “Yeah, thats where you infect multiple guys with one load. Usually its the bottom and another top but it can just be other tops” Tyler explained as he pulled the needle out of Jeff’s arm and put the bandage on. “You mean Connor and the DJ are both poz now?” Jeff asked. Tyler raised his finger to his lips and said “We can’t divulge that information, Jeff” and then grinned back at him. “What did you mean about the frat epidemic?” Jeff asked as Tyler changed the blood vial. “Oh nothing, it just seems that one fraternity house suddenly had a lot of new HIV infections and it trickled over to several other houses and a few sororities” Tyler explained. With his arm bandaged, Jeff walked out into the waiting room and Connor was gone. He hoped that he was getting his results and hadn’t run away, afraid of what they would be. Jeff sat down and waited. About twenty minutes later, Connor walked out of the door from the examination rooms, his face several shades paler than normal and his eyes dazed. He walked over to an empty chair and sat down. Jeff went over and sat down next to him. “You ok, Connor?” Jeff asked. “I’m so fucked” he said. “No you’re not. Things will work out ok. What did they say” Jeff asked. “I’m fucking poz, dude. No one’s gonna want to touch me any more. I’m gonna be some AIDS guy just waiting to die. And who knows how many guys I gave it to without knowing. They said it wasn’t a fresh infection so I could have been infecting guys for months” Connor said. “Come on, Connor. There are lots of guys around that have HIV. They got drugs now that can keep it in check and you’ll live as long as anyone else. In the short term, you fuck with other poz guys and when you can’t infect anyone you’ll be the safest fuck around” Jeff said trying to encourage him. “Yeah, they told me about the drugs. I gotta come back next week to talk about it. They want me to talk to their shrinks first… Every Fucking Day” Connor said, tears running down his face. He looked up at Jeff and said “How come you know all this shit?” Jeff took a deep breath and said “Cuz I’m poz too.” “Fuck, I infected you too? Oh my god… Dude, I’m so sorry” Connor said before he started to sob again. “Connor, don’t worry. I’m ok with being poz. It was a shock at first but the more I found out, the less of a problem it is. I just gotta keep coming in and getting tested to make sure I’m ok. Hell, I’ve gotten fucked a lot more since it happened and met a lot of great guys that happen to be poz too” Jeff said. He felt a little guilty inside bending the truth, but he figured it would help Connor overcome his depression. “CONNOR?” a nurse called out. Connor got up and headed to a different door than Jeff had ever used. He squinted and saw the sign next to it said “Counseling.” He stayed around and texted Ryan that he had run into the guy from the frat party and the guy just tested poz.

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

I was 18, a late bloomer for being fucked and bred by my uncle (he was 35 at the time), but having said that it’s definitely not what you all think. I have to shout out to my older gay uncle who is my friend, gay mentor, and very close to me to this day! I have to set this up to tell u how it happened. My gay uncle was (is) a body builder, 6’2”, 250#, 18” biceps, thighs like tree trunks, hard as rock abs, not at all hairy, you all know the look. It’s definitely not me, but hot none the less. My uncle, youngest brother to my dad, lived in the same Midwest city that I grew up in. I always knew he was gay and no one in the family ever hid and he was very close to my family and we were together weekly as I was growing up. And without details here, my uncle “helped“ me when I was younger understand gay sex. So we were close. I was 18, senior in high school, I knew I was gay, though not out to my family (except my uncle and close set of friends). My best friend was gay too and we were fooling around with a few guys, sucking, and jerking off. I started “seeing” this guy from another high school and we fooled around a lot and he wanted to fuck me. He fingered me and tried to put his cock in me but it hurt so bad I said “no.” He got really mad at me and said some nasty things and did not want to see me anymore. Well being a teenager I was pretty hurt and chased after him for a few weeks, until he said he would forgive me if I let him fuck me. I said yes, but it hurt as he was trying to ram his thick cock in me that I stopped him again. He again was fed up with me and left. My first boyfriend dumped me cause I wouldn’t let him fuck me. I was hurt and really unsure. My best friend said I shouldn’t let him do it to me if I wasn’t enjoying it (smart man). So I let it go. A month later I met another kid in my school and we figured out we were gay and started hanging out and dating. He started talking about sex and that he was a top. I really had no idea what I was so I told him. He really wanted to fuck me but I was unsure. So I made a decision and went to my uncle. i remember this as it was yesterday as it was a major powerful moment in my life. It was a Saturday morning, I bicycled over to uncle Dan’s house. He was in his garage gym working out as I knew he would be. I walked in and sat on one of the benches as he was working out and began to chat, not unusual for us. I told him about the guy that dumped me and my new boyfriend and what was going on. He didn’t say much. I talked about school and the swim team I was on and my best friend Carl , who my uncle knew. All this while I lifted a few weights and watched him. Then he said, “ I have a feeling u have a purpose coming over here today and talking my ear off. What’s up?” So I was quiet then I said, “I’ve decided that I want you to teach me to be fucked and take my virginity.” He stopped, what he was doing and just looked at me and said, “no.” He told me I Could ask him questions but he would not do it. More talking and I finally said, “I want it to be you so I can trust u and be totally comfortable.” I knew he was slightly aroused as I could see his very thick 8” cock thickening inside his short shorts. To push this along, I stood up and stripped out of my clothes, shorts, t-shirt, socks, everything until I was standing totally naked in front of him; young, thin, hairless, fit, some muscles. He looked at me, and said, “go up to the bedroom and wait for me. i was so excited I walked quickly Through the house and up the stairs past the kitchen and living room, back to his bedroom. In his bedroom was this huge king-size bed, Unmade since he had gotten up that morning. Unsure what to do I got in it and inhaled all the smells of him. I was excited, thrilled, my cock was rock hard. I waited about 15 minutes and heard him come up the stairs and then walking down the hallway. I was so excited and on edge I almost blew my load in his bed. He walked into the bedroom totally naked and came to stand by the bed. It had been 4 years or so since I had seen him totally naked but I was in awe of him. How tall he was, his hard body, his thighs, how massive his thighs were. His penis, thick and vieny, curved in a lazy arc, somewhat engorged, but not yet enough to pull his foreskin back over the head. He said, “come over here, stand up.” I Got out of the bed and stood next to him. He reached over and pulled me close to him as I smelled him from his work out and the heat of his body, he started rubbing his massive hands up and down my back and over my butt. He did this for a minute or so, I could feel his cock enlarging. He pushed me down on my knees and told me to suck him. I tasted his foreskin; the piss and sweat so excited me. I looked up at him as I sucked him to see his eyes closed as he enjoyed his young nephew pleasuring him. I sucked and sucked, knowing that he would take charge when he was ready, but my excitement was all over me. after a long time sucking his cock, he pulled out and said, get in bed. We both got in the bed. He opened his nightstand drawer and pulled out 2 bottles of lube and a jar of vasiline, all looked well used. I said, “I guess I’m not the first?” He looked at me and just said, “hardly.” Hmmmm. then he began to teach. He asked me, “what type of lube did u guys use when u tried to fuck?” Hmmm, I said, “none, we just used spit.” He said, “you dumb fucks, of course it hurt, u have a tight Virgin ass and u thought his big cock was just going to slide in?” So the teaching began, he told me about the different lubes and that I needed to loosen up first. He asked if I was clean? Hmmm again I just said I think so. So after the lessons, he moved close to me, I felt small next to him. He began rubbing me, arousing me, then as his massive hand was on my small butt cheeks, his finger found my tight hole. He rubbed it and rubbed. He pulled it out and dipped his finger in the vasiline and returned to my hole, rubbing and rubbing until his middle finger pushed into me. I immediately tensed up, pulled close to him and was opening my mouth to comment (as one does when they are teenager) and his mouth was on mine, his younger in my mouth kissing me deeply. I kissed back while feeling his finger going deeper in me. It was a small bit painful, but his other hand rubbing me and his kissing me distracted from the pain. He relubed his fingers and we kept going for what seemed like a very long time. He finally said to me that I was taking 2 and 3 fingers and he thought I was ready. Nervous I was as he put me on my back, I was so enjoying all that was happening, but now I was nervous, on my back, my uncle lifting my legs on his shoulders, lubing my hole and lubing his hard cock. I remember straining to see his cock from my position; hard, red, his foreskin gone, all pulled back. Then my legs were up and I felt his cock at my hole as I looked up in his eyes. He says, “are u sure u want this?” I quickly said, “are u going to put on a condom?” He said, “no, your first time will be raw feeling me inside u.” I did a feeble, “ok.” He then said, “no matter how much we prepare, u are tight and my cock is thick, u will feel some pain but u will be ok. Ok?” I say, “ yes sir.” I’m not sure why I said “sir” but I did. Slowly, he pushed into me, my eyes looking into his. He was slow and gentle but it still hurt bad. My hand pressing on his abs to slow which he did, then he pushed in more. I said, “no, no, stop, pull out, pull out. It hurts too much!” He lowers himself down toward my face, locks my legs, his weight now on me and says, “no I’m not stopping, you will be fine. I will go slow, but u need to finish what you start. Let out the noises in you, that’s right, just relax, just relax...” he kept going until his 8” thick cock was all the way in me. Once there, we went slow and steady, it was painful, also felt so good!! He slowly fucked me for multiple minutes. The he says, “look at me, look in my eyes. Are u ready for your uncle to impregnate you with his sperm? Are you ready to carry my sperm inside u?” My response was, “yes sir, please sir!” With that I watched his eyes, my legs still over his shoulders as he slowly pumped me, and within minutes, heaved and grunted his eyes staring back at me as he blasted his sperm into his young nephew. When done he quickly pulled out and rolled over and before I said anything my cock was in his mouth and in 30 seconds my teenage load was in his mouth!! it was heaven, my uncle was my first to breed me, take my virginity and I’m so happy he was the one! We went to the shower together and it was the first time cum was leaking out of me, dropping on the carpet. My uncle, “ hey be careful u are going to clean that up!” During our first shower after my deflowering he became the teacher explaining that if I was going to bottom I needed to do I better job preparing as he showed me his penis (I will leave it your Imagination what he was showing me). He explained how and why. After the shower I needed to kiss him, be close to him, which he complied dutifully. Though he did say, “you throw the sheets into the wash buddy!” he fucked and bred me many times over the next few months after that first time. Then I was with my boyfriend and he was my uncle and we stopped. We still chat about it. But again he was my first and I luv him for it!

I wrote about this some years back, in a previous account incarnation on here (barejackbro or barejackbro2 i forget which) in the Your Last Load section I think, but I met one guy who must've had hyperspermia at a naked party in a London cruise bar in 2016. When he shot his load in me it went on continuously pumping for about a minute. It blew my mind, so many pump shots I could feel in my ass because he stopped fucking, and went absolutely still, with his cock deep inside me. When I thought he'd finished I said wow, and started to move, but he stopped me, held me down, closed his eyes and said, hang on i;m not done yet. I felt then a couple more spurts hit inside me. All told he almost continuously came in me for about 90 seconds! And afterwards he claimed that occasionally he could pump for up to 2 or 3 minutes. Based on my experience, I did believe him. It was a memorable fuck!

MY ?️ARE?️ACK PLEDGE I fully and on my honor pledge myself today and hereafter to engage unrepentant ahd unapologetically in complete and total ?️ARE?️ACK Sex. I pledge myself completely to fearless pleasure in the pursuit of happiness in the form of the deeply seeded acceptance of raw cum. I hereby and forever refuse to live in fear and self-denial. I hereby and forever refuse the delusion of "safe sex." I religiously delight in ?️ottoming, and I commit my mouth and ass to the pleasuring of all cocks who have a desire to use me. I commit to being flooded with as much Seed as is possible, by as many men as possible. If a Top asks that I provide my throat and raw ass to be used as Cumholes, I pledge to enthusiastically aceept his filling of both recepticles with as much Seed as possible, and offer him encouragement to Seed me once more, repeatedly often as possible. l pledge myself to sluttery, wonton sexual abandon, anonymous hookups, gloryholes, gangbangs, orgies, and fuck fests. l pledge to strive towards completely indiscriminate sex, welcoming nasty ?️ARE?️ACK encounters with every guy I can and require his intent on maintaining anonymity. Yes, be it known, that I absolutely, and with full intent, commit myself to having as much ?️ARE?️ACK sex as possible, as often as possible, with as many men as possible; I pledge myself to making ?️ARE?️ACK sex more than a fetish, but a way of life. I make this pledge fully sane, in radical defiance of the anti-pleasure, "safe sex"delusion I've been taught. I fully pledge to applaud the will of others who have committed to doing the same.

The moment I seed our boy, when we look into each others eyes when I pump a load into his hole.

Part 25 - A Caribbean Sunset The fleet of Salinger limos were parked at the familiar curb side position, Lucy apologising that some will have to cramp in as they had hogged all but 2 limos. Mario and Curt still bewildered by everything going on and how they were being treated settled back in the limo with Steve and Callum whilst Jordan and Daniel took the rear facing seats, their limo was first to arrive at the Salinger Barbados Retreat Orchid Wing. Sofie stood at the front steps waiting to greet them, she rushed over and gave Daniel and Jordan a big hug and kiss followed by Steve and Callum. Mario and Curt stepped out and took in their surroundings before being jolted back by Sofie approaching. "Ahh and you two must be Mario and Curt." She said warmly and hugged them both. Curt a little surprised nodded "Hi, you must be Sofie?". Sofie chuckled "Indeed I am, Lucy has told me all about you and how I am to take you both under my wing". Mario looked shocked "Err everything?" he looked questioningly at her. Sofie smiled "Everything, but lets not dwell and get you to your suites" as she ushered them out of the heat. Daniel and Jordan had ordered Steve and Callum to share their suite the Orchid Salinger 2, Mario and Curt occupied Orchid number 4, the rest were scattered around the Orchid wing, at 4pm they all headed to Lucy and David's suite for afternoon tea. Mario and Curt where still amazed by their suite and gushed at everyone who would listen with thanks and appreciation. As everyone finished their tea Sofie appeared from the terrace and Lucy waved her in. Lucy looked at Mario and Curt "So guys you will head off with Sofie and have a chat". Curt stood up "I hope she goes easy on us in the interview". Lucy laughed "It's no interview just a chat to get to know you, but you will be busy over the next few days". Daniel interrupted "Mother can't they have a least a few days rest?" he looked at her pleading. "They will have some time after all the paper work is sorted out" Lucy laughed. Mario stood up and walked with Curt and Sofie back to the main wing of the hotel after saying goodbye to group. Daniel looked at his mother "What is going on then, you seem to be keeping something from us?". Lucy smiled "They need to sort out visas first and then Sofie is going to start their training". Daniel cocked his head to one side "And the rest mother?". "Okay, they will be spending several weeks here training to head up the bar and restaurant" Lucy explained to them. Daniel smiled "Good choice, I think they will fit in well". Lucy nodded "It will be hard full on training here before the LA hotel opens". The others in the group started to disperse out to the terrace to swim and sit in the sun. Daniel and Jordan had been asked to stay for a few minutes with Lucy and David, she looked a little apprehensive as she waited for everyone else to disperse. Daniel watched Callum jump in the pool before turning to his mother "Okay spill the beans" he said. Lucy looked serious "I want to propose an idea to you both" she started. "Don't look so worried Jordan" David chipped in. "How would you both feel at running this place for 3 month stretches then 2 off?" Lucy asked looking at them both. Jordan looked at Daniel who smiled back at him "What's the catch?" Daniel asked. "Well, the two months your off I want Steve and Callum to take over" She said finally revealing her hand. Daniel smiled at Lucy "It sounds great, have you asked them yet though?" he asked. Lucy looked out at the terrace "No, I didn't want to unless you were both on board with the idea". Jordan looked at Daniel "I am happy to but it is Danny's decision". Daniel shook his head "No Jordy, would you be happy with this arrangement?". Jordan looked over at Lucy then back to Daniel "Yes, as long as your here with me". "Then I guess it is a yes mother" Daniel smiled "You better ask Steve and Callum". Lucy nodded as relief appeared on her face "Yes, I hope they will accept the offer". David stood up "I will go and get them". The all watched as Steve and Callum got out of the pool and put on bathrobes, Steve looking a little bemused followed David and Callum in to the suites lounge. David invited them to sit down next to Daniel and Jordan, Steve looked at Daniel who just smiled at them. Lucy looked at Steve realising he had a strange look on his face "So we have something to tell you both" she started. "Did we do something wrong?" Steve said before Lucy could speak. Lucy chuckled "No, Danny and Jordan have agreed to take over running this hotel and the renovations". Callum looked at Daniel "Does this mean we won't see you as much if your moving here?" he asked. "Not at all, we will be doing 3 months here then 2 off" Daniel replied. "That brings me to my next problem" Lucy spoke again "we need someone to replace them the 2 months there are off" she smiled. Steve listened intently "Sorry I am still a little confused Lucy?". "We" she waved her hand around "want to ask if you would both consider it?" she paused. "You want Callum and I to run the hotel?" Steve asked looking shocked. Lucy smiled "Yes, we will train you of course plus the department heads are more than capable here". Callum gasped taken back by the offer "Live here for 2 months and run the place?". David looked at them both "With the expansion and introduction of the club rooms you two are perfect for it". Steve shook his head in disbelief "I guess we had resigned ourselves to working at the airline" he said. "Are you both happy with your jobs?" Lucy asked. Steve looked at Callum "We love what we do, but in reality no as it means to much time apart". Lucy nodded understanding them "And of course when you finish your 2 months stretch what you do is your choice". "How so?" Callum asked. Lucy smiled "Between your 2 months here you can stay on for a holiday, go back to the UK, whatever you want to do". "Please say yes" Daniel spoke up first with Jordan nodding. Steve smiled at Daniel "You have all been amazingly kind to us even though we are not family". Lucy laughed "Yes but you showed such kindness and friendship to Danny and all of us over the last few months". "Well I don't look on you as not being part of our family so to speak" David replied smiling at the boys. Steve looked at Callum's big grin on his face "Okay, yes we will do it". Lucy sat back in her chair and winked at David as her plan had finally come to fruition, she knew Steve and Callum wouldn't be so easy to talk in to the idea but David and herself were happy the hotel would be managed and loved. David leaned forward "Oh there is something else we need to tell the four of you". "What surprises have you now father?" Daniel asked curiously. David looked at Jordan "We tweaked the plans of the Orchid wing slightly in preparation". Jordan laughed "Preparation for what?". David chuckled "We added two slightly larger and more private beach front suites included that are yours". "Oh wow thank you father" Daniel went over and kissed his father. "I hope there is a bedroom for us still" Callum said jokingly. David laughed at Callum "I said two suites, one is for you and Steve and the other for Danny and Jordan". Steve looked amazed "We get one as well?". "Yes, they both have two bedrooms and private pool so you can invite family or friends over when you like" David replied. "But we will have to resign from our current jobs and mine has a 3 month contractual on it" Callum said realising. Lucy looked at him "Ahh yes, that will be sorted tomorrow morning once I have signed an agreement with your airline". "What do you mean, what agreement?" Steve asked curiously. Lucy smiled "I am allowing your airline to sell rooms here, but not the Orchid suites". Daniel shook his head "You never sell through other parties mother why the change of mind?". "They have been asking every year, only this year we had a bargaining tool" she nodded in Steve and Curt's direction. Callum looked at her "I hope you bargained hard?". Lucy mused for a moment "They are upset you are leaving, plus you are getting a severance payment of £50k each". "Holy shit" Steve said before clamping a hand on his mouth and apologising. Lucy chuckled "Well they have exclusivity and we get heavily discounted business class flights with no restrictions". Steve smiled "Good one". "Right enough business talk, lets go to the beach bar and celebrate" Lucy said standing up. Steve and Callum just looked at each other in shock. They walked out to the terrace and gathered the rest of the group from the pool and headed to the beach where Sofie was sat with Mario and Curt enjoying a glass of champagne. Jordan held Lucy's arm "Just one more thing we need Lucy". She looked at him "Oh yes, what's that?" "Can we poach Cael to the Orchid private beach to manage that?" Lucy glanced at Cael "I was planning on that myself Jordan" she laughed. "One day I will be a step ahead of you" Jordan and Lucy laughed with each other. "Thank you Jordan, I mean for everything" she nodded in Daniel's direction. Jordan looked over "You know he means the world to me Lucy". "I know, oh and the papers you signed when we first met, I destroyed them today" she smiled at Jordan. Jordan nodded "I forgot all about them, I never did read it you know". Lucy looked at him and kissed him on the cheek "I gathered you wouldn't". Lucy and Jordan sat with the others as Cael brought more glasses and champagne. They sat there talking with Steve and Callum started getting flustered about their current jobs until Lucy told them to relax and sort it out when the return as nothing was going to change now. The sun began setting and the last few guests headed back to the hotel to wash and change for dinner. Daniel and Jordan walked down to the beach and stood at the waters edge, the rest of the group were sat at the beach bar laughing and joking nosily with each other. The now deep orange glow radiated from the setting sun over the Caribbean sea. Daniel paddled in the water holding Jordan's hand. Jordan looked at Daniel and kissed him on the head "What a strange afternoon". Daniel hugged Jordan closer "Is it definitely what you want though Jordan?". "Living here with you? Yes of course I couldn't be more happier" Jordan said nodding his head. Daniel turned to face Jordan "Not just that but running the hotel as well?". Jordan laughed "Well it is only for 3 months at a time then 2 months off, hopefully we can go back to England then?". Daniel smiled "Oh thank you Jordy, I don't know if it is entirely possible to love you any more right now". Jordan held Daniel close and kissed him as the warm water of the Caribbean sea lapped around their ankles bathed in the perfect orange glow of the setting sun. David was facing the sea watching Daniel and Jordan from the beach bar when he sat upright, he had a feeling something was going to happen. If it was what he was thinking he hoped it would go the way both Lucy and him wanted, he tapped Lucy who turned to look at him, David put a finger to his mouth then pointed to the waters edge where they stood. The calypso music was still playing and wafting down from the pool terrace, but all the group had turned in silence to look at Daniel and Jordan. Daniel held Jordan's hands looking at him "So this is really happening then". Jordan smiled "I guess it is Danny, just promise me never to fall out of love with me". Daniel hugged Jordan "Never Jordy, you have completely turned my world upside down in a wonderful way". "You know we are standing literally where it all started a few months back Danny" Jordan looked with a smile at Daniel. Daniel squeezed Jordan's hand "It has been an amazing and crazy ride but you have brought me so much happiness". "So I guess we start a new chapter in our lives" Jordan looked at Daniel to gauge his reaction. Daniel smiled "An open book that we can write together". Jordan rummaged in his shorts pocket and got down on one knee and looked up at Daniel "Danny will you marry me?". Daniel looked in Jordan's eyes as his own tear fell on to Jordan's face "Yes Jordy of course I will". Jordan slipped the ring on Daniel's finger, he stood up and kissed Daniel deeply. They were interrupted from the cheering at the beach bar but ignored them and carried on kissing. Lucy welled up and held David's hand who leaned over and kissed his wife, he looked back over at them still kissing he said very simply 'Perfect moment'. Patrick and Lee both had big smiles on their faces, Lee turned to Patrick and said 'I don't think you can top that for a more romantic proposal'. Steve and Callum ran over Daniel and Jordan congratulating them. Lucy stood up and walked over to where Cael stood grinning to get some champagne to celebrate. "You look just as happy as Danny is Cael" Lucy said as she put her arm around him. Cael looked at Lucy "I knew it from the first day they met Lucy, the coconut fell and cracked with perfection". Lucy shook her head laughing "That it did Cael, you have always been a good friend to him over the years". Cael smiled "Champagne?". "Absolutely and you are joining us Cael" she said walking off towards to the waters edge. Daniel and Jordan closed the bedroom door, it was late and Daniel was slightly drunk from the champagne and celebrating they had all be doing. He collapsed on the bed and winced as he caught his left side which was still bruised, Jordan sat down on the bed beside him undressing. "You can't fool me I know your still in a bit of pain Danny" Jordan said looking at him. "It's not that bad, I fell back awkwardly. You made my parents very happy Jordy" he replied smiling up at Jordan. Jordan laid back next to him "I was kind of hoping for a small ceremony, but I don't think that is going happen". Daniel laughed "You also need to figure in that Nicky and Sam will hopefully be there so it will be public". Jordan ran his hand along Daniel's chest "I guess we need to set a date as well". "Christmas" Daniel muttered with his eyes closed. Jordan tapped Daniel "Come on sleepy head lets get in to bed". Jordan slipped between Daniel's legs and gently pushed his cock into his now fiancé, Daniel wrapped his arms around Jordan's neck and kissed him as they slowly made love. Jordan rolled on to his back and cuddled Daniel, they both had the biggest smiles of content and happiness as they ventured in to the future together.

Part 18 - Familiar Surroundings Lucy's plans had changed slightly so she was flying out to Barbados on the same day that Daniel and Jordan would fly in from Boston. The architects had flown out 4 days previously under strict guidelines and to have something ready for when they arrived. Lucy picked up her belongings at security and made her way to he clubhouse and catch up on some emails. The receptionist scanned her boarding pass, at the same time Callum was walking past when he heard the receptionist say thank you Mrs Salinger. He stopped dead in tracks and looked over and saw it was indeed Daniel's mother. "Mrs Salinger how lovely to see you again and welcome" he called walking over to her. Lucy turned and looked "Callum isn't it?". "Yes nice of you to remember" he turned to the receptionist "Mrs Salinger is VIP Sarah" she nodded and picked up the phone. "Oh and Callum, please call me Lucy" she said and thanked him. Callum smiled "Lucy, please may I escort you to the VIP lounge, where are you flying to today?" "Barbados back to the hotel" she replied. "Excellent Steve is rostered on the flight so you will be attentively looked after" he said smiling to her. Lucy had on numerous occasions flown with the airline but this was the first time she had really paid attention to the service in the clubhouse, she began noting things down that could be used in the new Salinger Club wing. It struck her that the reason why she paid more attention was more about the engaging personal service from Callum in the VIP section, the other thing was how much more relaxed she was just sitting there in the oversized armchair. All to quickly Callum approached to advise her flight was boarding, he took her hand baggage and escorted her through the airport and directly on to the plane skirting the priority queue. The cabin crew at the door noticed Callum approaching the door and Lucy was addressed and welcomed by name, Steve came forward and escorted her to the assigned seat. "Welcome on board Mrs Salinger, I trust Callum has looked after you so far" Steve asked. Lucy handed over her jacket "Steve please call me Lucy and yes he looked after me very well. How are you?" Steve smiled "I'm great thank you, are you meeting up with Danny and Jordan?". "Yes we are looking over designs for the expansion of the Salinger Barbados Retreat" she replied excitedly. Callum finished stowing the hand luggage "Really we could have stayed there forever, it is so lovely". Callum said his good bye as the tannoy announced boarding complete, Steve brought Lucy over some champagne and got her settled. The flight went by quickly as Lucy was reading over the architects notes they had sent her, she also spent some time sat at the bar area talking to Steve and going over the Club House wing ideas listening to ideas he had that she was jotting down quickly. Steve also said the name didn't sound or sit right and suggested 'Club By Salinger'. Lucy returned to her seat and read through the notes she made with Callum and also Steve's ideas. She tapped her pen several times on the note pad and wrote 'Concept - Club By Salinger', underneath she wrote 'food and beverage service, pool and beach service, lounge service', Lucy had already decided to keep housekeeping under the general hotel service. Next she wrote 'Club Managers', she glanced over at Steve who was engaging with other passengers as he checked they were secured for landing. She looked down again at her note pad and wrote 'Steve and Callum' she closed the note pad and glanced again at Steve, yes she thought to herself brilliant idea. Her eye was caught by the flickers of green coming in through the window as the plane crossed Barbados and banked over Bridgetown heading out to sea before turning on the final approach. Daniel and Jordan stepped in to the waiting limo and drove off towards the hotel, after 10 minutes Jordan tapped Daniel on the leg and pointed to the sky from his side of the limo and they watched Lucy's flight coming in to land. Daniel chuckled and told Jordan they would only get a short time to swim before she showed up. Lucy unbuckled her seat belt and Steve approached with her Jacket "Hope you had a good flight Lucy". "I did Steve, thank you. How long is your layover?" Lucy asked Steve. Steve retrieved her bag from the overhead hat bin "Only two nights Lucy". Lucy looked shocked "That's not long, Danny and Jordan arrived a while ago, come and stay at the Salinger Steve". Steve overwhelmed by her generosity said he would love to, Lucy told him to meet her at the Salinger limo but not to tell Daniel or Jordan he was coming to stay. Steve stood by the Salinger limo waiting for Lucy to appear, the driver ignored Steve as he was use to seeing airline crew standing in the VIP/Crew zone. Lucy appeared from customs and the driver walked over in her direction and took hold of her luggage, she warmly greeted the driver and informed him that Steve will be riding with them to the hotel. All luggage stowed away Lucy and Steve climbed in to the back of the limo for the drive to the hotel. "I hope you don't mind sharing a suite with Danny and Jordan?" she asked looking at Steve. Steve chuckled "Not at all I did last time I stayed with them, the suites are big enough". "You seem to enjoy your work Steve, just like Callum does" Lucy began to make some investigative conversation. Steve looked surprise "Well it's fine and it allows us to come to Barbados which we love". Lucy nodded "You never thought about moving here and settling down?". "Lucy it is so expensive to buy here and it would concern us about getting to the UK to visit family" Steve explained. Lucy nodded again "So if you had the chance to, what would make you say yes to giving everything up for Barbados?". Steve sighed "hmm, a good job to start, time to be together but importantly being able to get home to see family". "Family is the one and most important aspect of life" Lucy said agreeing with Steve. The limo pulled up to the Orchid Wing "I still can't get use to this" Steve said looking out the window. Lucy laughed and stepped out of the limo to be greeted by Daniel and Jordan she looked at them both and told them there was a guest in the limo. Daniel bent over to look in and screamed in surprise as Steve scurried out of the limo and hugged them both. "Hope you don't mind putting me up for two nights" Steve beamed at the both of them. Daniel cocked his head to one side "I guess we can put up with you" and laughed. "Why didn't you tell us you were coming?" Jordan asked. Steve grabbed his flight bag "I didn't know you would be here this week". Lucy went to meet the architects whilst the three boys headed down to the beach for a couple of hours. Cael was overwhelmed to see them plodding along the beach towards the bar, he prepared some fruit crushes and placed them on a table as they approached. Several swims later they all sat in a row looking out to sea. Steve sighed "God how I love it here" and got his phone out called Cael over "Would you mind taking a photo please Cael?". "Of course, say Bajan and smile" he chuckled as he took the photo. Jordan peeked and laughed then settled back in his chair "It certainly is beginning to feel like home here". Daniel looked at him "Happiest place on earth and great memories so far". Jordan looked back at Daniel "You really are happiest here aren't you?". "Yes but only with you" he leant in and gave Jordan a quick kiss. Steve tutted and punched Jordan "Enough you make me sick with all your gooey lovie dovie stuff" and laughed his socks off. "By the way Steve my mother really likes you and Callum" Daniel leaned forward to see Steve. Steve turned his head "Really?". "Yes, she said you treated her like royalty all the way here and Callum escorted her to the plane" Daniel replied. Steve smiled "She was lucky Callum recognised her at the airport". Daniel stood up "Right I guess we should get ready for dinner guys, mother has us in the Windward Palms at 7pm". They all stood and said good by to Cael as they headed back to the suite. Promptly at 7pm everyone arrived including Sofie who was catching up with Lucy, she gave Daniel and Jordan a kiss and told Jordan that she wanted to go through some comment cards with him in the morning so he could see how well the Butler on the Beach concept was going down. Steve seemed to fit in well and even spent most of dinner engaged in conversation with Lucy and Sofie, little did he realise they were assessing his suitability for part of Lucy's grand plan. Lucy and Sofie had already spoken earlier that day and it was agreed that Sofie would move on to take over the GM role at the new LA hotel, it worked in favour for them both as she would be living with her husband who was based in LA. Shortly after dinner Steve posted the photo to the Bajan group on whatsapp so everyone would know what they were missing out on, he put his phone down telling Daniel and Jordan he had sent the photo. Sage had walked in to the music lounge and saw Kit sitting at the usual spot, he casually walked over and said hello to Kit who was already ordering a drink for Sage. The timing could not have been more perfect as they did the small talk greeting chat Kit's phone buzzed and his eyes glanced down to see a message from the 'Bajan Group'. He opened the message with the phone on the bar top and laughed causing Sage to ask what happened. Kit shook his head "Oh some friends have reunited again" and showed Sage the photo. Sage looked carefully "Wow that is one fine beach, where is that?". "Barbados, we were there over a month ago hence the somewhat fading tan" Kit laughed. Sage laughed with him "So who are the three amigos". Kit innocently explained "This one is Danny and this is his now boyfriend Jordan and this one is Steve". "They look like a lot fun to be around" Sage replied with a big smile on his face. Kit chuckled "Oh Danny is the joker we have a long running thing going every time we see each other". "The err Jordan dude has some pretty neat ink work, do they live out there?" Sage asked with feigned interest. Kit put the phone away "No Danny and Steve are from the UK and Jordan well he is American and loved up with Danny". "Nice bunch of friends, never really known anyone from the UK must be cool having British friends" Sage sighed. Kit smiled "Well they are coming over for thanksgiving so maybe we could all meet up one evening". Sage pretended to look shocked "Sure would be nice, but this is only the second time we have met dude". Kit patted him on the shoulder "Got to admit Sage your a pretty decent guy to be around plus you like the music". Sage laughed "Thanks Kit, hope we can become friends if you have the room for another one". They shook hands and did a man hug before returning to their drinks and waiting for the bands to start, Sage could not keep the sinister smile off his face, after all he was so close to achieving his goal.

I bareback because I'm a sissy tranny. I'm turned on by the feel of a hard naked cock ramming into my tight warm hole and spurting spunk inside me. I feel so alive and fucking slutty knowing the risks I'm taking with each load but that's the fun as well. X

between starting at 10 and stopping using condoms just after i turned 18, it's only been a few months of barebacking and i wish i would have started a long, long time ago. the hassle of condoms is overrated and the sex feels so much more normal and natural now that i'm fucking bare. plus, i finally got over my fear of stds and hiv...

Yes please!!! I've got a feeling that very soon Jordan's gonna "see who the real COCK is!" Think I'm not the only one who wants to see young, unsuspecting Jordan wince in pain as your fat mushroom cockhead pops past his no-longer-virgin sphincter and you thrust your unlubed pozcock into what he'll soon learn to call his cunt...

In a group, I love the energy at the moment when one guy pulls out and I know another guy is ready to put it in, especially if there are a lot of people watching.

Damn...I can't possibly choose. I've had guys who hit exactly the right note at pretty much every point during sex, from getting undressed to lying next to each other bathed in that warm, happy feeling. Some favorites: a moment like the one rawTOP describes, when I know the top, whoever he is, has recognized me for the pig I am and is turned on by it. One top I used to know was a master at working me to a frenzy, teasing my ass with his cock and leaving me begging for him to put it in. I won't say the rest of the sex was anti-climactic because it wasn't, but that moment really sticks out in my mind with him in particular. Another had the perfect size and shape and curvature and technique to hit me just right and make me cum multiple times without touching my cock. Another guy had the perfect ass...I'm usually pretty damn good at edging and controlling exactly when I cum...this guy's ass took control of my cock and could get a load out of me anytime he wanted to... So I guess the moment where I know I've crossed the line and can't hold back my load any more but right before I cum is a damn good one too. But then, so is the actual moment of release when I first start spurting. But there's also the moment when the other guy shoots, which I love to feel as either a top or a bottom (and don't make me choose between those two either...the experience is really different for me depending on whether I feel it with my cock or my ass). And I do really love lying there basking in that after-sex glow too. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I need more research with more men before I make up my mind!