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Hello, I've been reading fiction on here for several months now and have been discovering what is for me a whole new turn on. This is my first attempt at writing a poz story and would like to state that most of it is fiction with some inspirations from reality. I look forward to your comments, please don't hesitate to share your remarks, thoughts and constructive criticism. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I met him on Grindr. It was late in the night and I was horny and talkative which made me prone to telling strangers things I usually keep to myself until I know the person a little better. His name was Maxime. Like me, he was in his early twenties. He had a muscular build and a very attractive look on his face. He was wearing joggers and a t-shirt and a pair of black Adidas Y-3 Kaiwa sneakers in his profile picture which was an immediate turn on for me. He had started the conversation pretty casually with a quick "hey, what's up" but then it had quickly evolved into dirty sex talk with him asking what I was into and my horny trusting self answering his questions and giving up information which, as I just mentioned, I usually withhold until later. And so I told him all about how I like being forced or seduced into submission, how I liked sneakers and the manly scent they emitted. After a while he answered that he loved seducing and dominating guys and while sneakers weren't really his thing he didn't mind implementing them into his domination routine for me. I was already rock hard and reading those words made me even more so. That is when he sent the following: "Well, I'm tired so I'll be going to bed now, but I'll leave you with a little present ;)". The message was followed by a few close-up pics of his Adidas Y-3 sneakers. Then he went offline. Five minutes later I was in bed, masturbating to the pics he'd sent me and imagining him fucking me mercilessly while holding a sneaker pressed against my face. If only I had known back then what I was getting myself into. The following day we talked some more and he ended up sending me a link to his Facebook profile. I added him and we continued our conversation there. I decided to take a little stroll through his photos while he was telling me how he'd like to meet, have some fun, how he'd like to hold me in his arms and force me onto his bed... His words combined with his Facebook profile being filled with pic after pic of his muscular body, at the beach, in the gym, etc, got me hard and horny again. That's when I saw something strange in his photos. There was a picture of a what looked like maybe a white lab coat (he was a fashion student, go figure) on it was drawn, presumably by him, a very muscular male with a Mickey Mouse head and a gigantic, veiny cock. And coming out of the cock was a heart inside which were written the words "AIDS Forever". I couldn't quite understand what it meant. I was just about to ask him but as I opened the Facebook conversation a pic was waiting for me. His muscular legs in gym shorts with a clear view on his Adidas Y-3 sneakers and the message "Just came home from the gym. Been training all morning and those babies are quite sweaty inside. I think you'll love the smell ;)" At that moment I felt harder than I'd ever been before, forgetting all about what I wanted to ask him. His next message came in: "wanna come over?". And then his address. 20 minutes by bus from where I lived. I was ready to leave home 30 minutes later. 30 more and I was in front of the address he'd given me. I rang the doorbell and soon the door opened. He looked even better than in his pictures. He was a bit taller than me and had a warm smile on his face. We said hello and then a powerful arm was around my shoulders, gently but firmly pulling me inside the house. I was feeling completely hypnotized by him. His presence, the manly scent of a guy who'd just come home from the gym, his beautiful, deep voice, the way he looked deep into my eyes. We were sitting on his couch having a casual talk... which quickly evolved into casual making out and before I knew it his muscular arms lifted me from the couch and carried me to his bedroom. All the way he was carrying me he was looking me in the eyes, the most beautiful smile on his face. All I could do was smile back. "Shhush, baby, we're going to have some great fun" he said gently and he laid me onto his bed. Next thing I knew I was naked and he had stripped his sweatpants and t-shirt, leaving only his boxers and those sexy Adidas Y-3 sneakers on. Then he removed his boxers to reveal the largest cock I'd ever seen. Long and veiny. And then I remembered the picture I'd seen earlier on his Facebook profile. I sat up on the bed and said: "Hey, I saw this strange pic on your Facebook this morning", I said, looking up at him. "Oh yeah, which one, baby?" "Well there was this Mickey Mouse with a big cock and out of it..." He interrupted before I could finish. "Oh... you mean that." He caught my gaze with his beautiful eyes, and with a gentle smile on his lips he continued: "It's because I am poz." "Poz?", I asked, "As in HIV positive?" "Yeah. But don't let it bother you." I was still caught in his gaze, rock hard. "Let's just have some fun." Then he started kissing me before I could answer him. "Can't you just use a condom?" I asked when we finally broke the kiss. "No." "I really like you but I don't wanna get infec..." My protest was met by his warm sneaker as he pressed it, gently and firmly, against my face covering my nose and mouth. All I could do was inhale his manly scent and moan. He hadn't been lying when he'd said they were sweaty and smelly. As the heavenly, warm, masculine scent was assaulting my nostrils I felt his breath in my ear. "Shuuush, relax, baby. Don't worry, we don't have to do anything risky. Just relax and enjoy what you came here for. I've been getting them nice and stinky all morning in the gym just for you." After saying those words he started gently and slowly maneuvering me, getting me laying on my belly on his bed, face buried in his sweaty sneaker breathing deeply and moaning every time I exhaled. He then laid on top of me and before I could think anything of it his warm breath was once again in my ear: "Shush, it's ok, baby. Do you like my smell? Yeah, that's it, just relax and keep inhaling my smell." I was so horny and turned on by everything he did and said and by the smell I couldn't stop myself from breathing that I barely noticed his cock-head gently starting caressing my hole. "Shuush, shuuush." He continued to coo in my ear as his muscular body started to rub against mine in a gentle and rhythmic fashion. Soon it wasn't just caressing my hole - now the cock-head was starting to gently push against my hole, demanding entry. "Just relax and open yourself to me baby." Was all the motivation my body needed to relax and let him enter me. With slow thrusts he penetrated deeper and deeper into me until his full length was inside me. That's when he stopped and his breath was back at my ear. "I am deep inside you now baby. My poz cock is buried deep inside you. Unprotected. Every thrust has been peeling away the fragile defenses of your gut. Once I cum in you I'll infect you." He said those words in a warm, tender voice but it was enough to finally bring me back to reality. I didn't want to get infected. I didn't want to get AIDS. I didn't... Before I could finish that thought his hand found my own rock hard cock under me and squeezed. This time his voice was powerful and dominant, no longer whispering. "Breathe." And I did. I breathed in the sweaty smell of his sneakers as the thrusting resumed, this time faster, more fervent. "Breathe in the smell of the man who is about to infect you with AIDS. Relax like the good boy you are and breathe in deeply." There was nothing I could do but obey. I had revealed my turn-ons to him and now he was using them against me. I didn't have the strength to fight him. "That Facebook pic you were worried about. Don't worry. It says AIDS Forever in the heart because AIDS is love. I am about to give you my love." He was starting to grunt as he was talking now. "My love you will carry with you forever. Ahh, yeah, breathe in my foot-sweat as I infect you!" With that I felt a warmth spread somewhere deep inside of me and knew he had infected me. He collapsed on top of me and continued fucking me, slowly and gently, massaging his seed into my gut with his still hard cock, making sure not a drop would be wasted. I was vaguely aware that I lay in a pool of my own cum, I didn't know when I had orgasmed. We soon drifted to sleep. I woke up several hours later. Silently collected my clothes, got dressed and left. Two weeks later I had a severe case of flu. A month later I went for a blood test and tested POZ. His name is Maxime and his love will forever be inside me.

It's not my first choice, but when a guy is fucking me he can pretty much call me and my parts whatever he likes. For myself, I usually like to say hole or ass. Butt. My favorite is probably pig hole.

Part 2 When the guy fucking me pulled out his cock from my ass it was instantly replaced with another one that felt allot longer and thicker than the first. This guy bottomed out instantly driving me crazy and made me moan while still on the hot ass in front of me. The hulking man pulled out of the twink in the sling and I rushed to start lapping his diseaed hole not wanting to miss a drop. His load tasted amazing and from the cries and moans from the twink I knew I was doing a good job cleaning out his sloppy ass. The guy fucking me was starting to pick up more speed in my ass pulling out and slamming it back in making me dive into the twinks hole deeper and deeper. I was getting the fresh loads of the bear and the guy who just finished filling this hole and i was loving all of it. I looked around real quick and saw about 12 guys surrounding us including the bear from earlier and the hot hunk that just filled him up. My hole felt amazing and i could feel it getting thicker telling me this guys was about to let loose another load up my ass. To my joy he yelled that he was about to fill me with a fully loaded Aids load so I knew I was going to get my wish after tonight. I felt the warmness of this highly toxic load splatter the walls of my anus and it caused me to cum as well. I pulled my mouth away from the twinks ass and to my surprise there was a guy under me with his mouth open to catch my last neg load and I didnt see or hear him get under me. I got up from the floor and motioned for the Tall hink to follow me into the dark room there along with the rest of the group and said that I wanted to be double penatrated if anyone was up for it. Everyone was happy to hear it and the hunk climbed up onto the table that was in there ready to get the party started. I climbed up on top of him and made sure to clench as tightly as I could while sitting on his cock that I could feel him tearing the walls of my anus to make sure that I would convert. After bouncing on this great piece of man flesh for a bit I leaned forward to let the next guy up to add his diseased cock to my ass. I could feel that the next one had a thick PA and it felt amazing sliding up next to the other cock that impaled me. They both started to rock in unison and I was on top of the world. The guy beneath me offered me a bottle of poppers and I gladly accepted them to add more to this amazing feeling. With my head spinning, I didn't pay attention to the tourniquet that was being wrapped around my right arm and the needle being inserted into my vein. When I started to realize what was happening the guy beneath me pushed down on the plunger and injected me with a vial of his blood into me. When he told me this I was so happy and I started to make out with him as out other company started to fuck me with much gusto. I could feel both of them cum in unison and I was on a cloud as another hit of poppers was administered to me. The one who was fucking me started to go soft and started to pull out of me while the one I was riding remained hard so I stayed on his spear of a cock and could feel our next fucker climb up and add his cock to the mix. This went on for what felt like hours and I was sure that I had just about all the guys that were in the club at the time fuck me and load me up with their seed. I was ready for a brief break and went to the counter to buy a butt plug to help keep the loads I had inside for as long as I could. When I got to the counter the guy that was manning it asked to bend over and show him my hole so he could find one of the right size for me. I climbed up onto the counter and let him inspect my ass. I looked around and saw him as he was poking his finger in my puffy hole and I could see some of the cum with a pink tint knowing I bled a bit and he licked his finger clean. He went over and grabbed a nicely large butt plug and he said he would pay for this himself if I would let him add his toxic load to the mix already in me. I smiled at his offer and accepted it gladly. He pulled me into the back room and layed me on my back onto the desk. I watched him strip as fast as he could and I was wide-eyed at the biggest cock that I have seen in a while and surest would be the biggest I will have taken so far tonight. I begged for him to be as rough as he wanted to be with me and as he lined his cock up to my hole I caught a glance at a nice red biohazard tattoo right on the head of his cock. As promised he was rough with me and I loved it. He kept on slamming right on into me with no mercy and kept me drugged up with a fresh bottle of poppers it was amazing. I loved the sound of his balls hitting me and the feeling of his large cock hitting my prostate it made me cum all over him and myself. He didn't miss a beat as he scopped up my cum and lick it up and feed it directly into my mouth. His tongue pushed in deep transferring all of what might just be the last neg load I will shoot and I couldn't wait for a taste of my load when I was truly infected. I clenched my ass as he made out with me and it was enought to send him over the edge with one final thrust. Once he was done breathing hard he grabbed a larger butt plug than what he had chosen earlier and inserted it straight away once his softening cock slid out of my hole. Man you are a great fuck and whenever you decide to come in next just give the person at the desk my name if i'm not at the desk and they will let you right on in. Turned out his name was Alex and he was one of the owners of the franchise for the club. I walked out of his office feeling well fucked and greatly filled with poz cum. I went around to the other spots in the club and enjoyed everything I saw looking forward to getting ready for the next round on my ass to begin.

Moving in with Dad Todd never knew his Father when he was growing up. His Dad, Jeff, had knocked-up Todd's Mom back when the two of them were in high school and since they lived in a small, ultra church-going town, she was not going to have an abortion. Todd's mother raised him on her own until she suddenly died midway through his senior year of high school. His maternal grand parents wanted to take him in, but state law gave Jeff primary responsibility for Todd's care, so once Jeff was apprised of the situation, he gladly took Todd in to live with him in a town in the adjoining county. The first few days for Todd in his Father's were, quite naturally, somewhat awkward, but the two found a comfortable routine. Todd was particularly pleased when he realized his Father was far less controlling than his Mother had been, so Todd found himself enjoying a sense of freedom which he never experienced with his Mother, especially when Jeff guided Todd through the process of getting a driver's license and in providing a car which Todd could use to drive to and from school, as well use as around town. Todd even felt the freedom to explore more of himself. From an early age Todd had sensed he was gay, but given the ultra-conservative character of his Mother's family and the town in which he and she had lived, he suppressed any exploration of his sexuality. Living with his Father, on the other hand, was a different story, and Todd quickly found a himself a friend at school, David, with whom he could let his guard down and be himself. Quickly David and Todd were spending a fair amount of time together, and, given Jeff was often out on weekend evenings, Todd was able to host. The first night they hung out Todd received and gave his first blow job, in the process swallowing David's load, which was Todd's first experience in tasting cum. The following week David got Todd to fuck him, and as David never used condoms, the fuck session was bareback. Naturally David bred Todd's hole, maintaining condoms ruined a good sexual experience for both the top and bottom. On Todd's 18th birthday came around, Jeff took him out for a nice dinner, and the following Friday night, when Jeff was on the road, David introduced Todd to a strange glass pipe, showing Todd how to take a hit off of it. Now, Todd had never explored any recreational substances, but having enjoyed everything David had suggested they explore up to date, it wasn't a stretch to get him to try smoking a bowl or two. That night, however, somewhat unexpected, Jeff came home early, entering the house quietly to avoid awakening his son. Moving soundlessly down the hallway, Jeff passed Todd's door, which was slightly ajar, the glow of a television providing the only light in the vicinity. However, before Jeff had completely passed the doorway, he registered a slight hint of movement which arrested Jeff, compelling him to pause to understand what he was seeing. Then, through the gap between the door and the door frame, Jeff registered Todd was 'entertaining' David, and that David on Todd's bed, on all fours, and that Todd was behind him and that both boys were naked. Standing discretely in the shadows, Jeff smiled and thought to himself, "Like father, like son," and, this same reaction extended to seeing Todd light up and heat the bowl. At this exact moment, David chanced to glance back at Todd, and in so doing, caught a glimpse of Jeff. The two briefly locked eyes, and then Jeff discretely and quietly moved down the hall, heading for his own bedroom. David, however, was not as sang froid as Jeff, and slid off of Todd's cock saying "Todd, your Dad just walked down the hallway and saw us!" "You sure?" Todd asked, even as David dressed. "Yeah, absolutely. Sorry, guy, but I'm out of here. We'll talk later." After David left Todd thew on some mesh basketball shorts and, taking a deep breath, walked down the hallway to see his father, whose bedroom door was slightly ajar, and a light was burning. Before Todd could knock his father called out in an even voice, "Come on in, Todd." Not knowing what to expect, Todd complied, finding his Father in the bathroom doing something with the water running. "Todd, make yourself comfortable, I'll be right out," Jeff called. A few seconds later Jeff walked into the bedroom, shocking Todd in the process: Jeff was butt ass naked. Todd was not so shocked, however, not to think 'Man, Dad has a great body, and I guess I have Dad's cock'. In fact, Todd couldn't help but stare at his Father. Although 35 Jeff's body was quite muscular, and his cock was a full eight inches, even soft. Moving his line of sight up to his Father's face, Todd relaxed somewhat. Clearly his Father wasn't outraged or distraught, in fact he looked quite cool. 'He's probably going to give me a safe sex talk', Todd thought. What he didn't expect was Jeff's opening question "So, how do you like fucking David?" Although a bit startled at the opening question, Todd had presence of mind to answer honestly "It's great, Dad, I love fucking David." "And what about the pipe?" Todd wasn't on uncertain ground how to best answer, but Jeff made it easy when he set the stage saying "I sure like smoking sand glass pipe. Don't you?" The Jeff really blew Todd away when he asked "Todd, would you like to get high with me? The stuff I have will blow you away." Todd didn't have to actually answer his Father. Rather Jeff approached with a rubber strap, a syringe loaded with some liquid, and an alcohol wipe. Jeff put the rubber strap on Todd's left bicep, and then used the alcohol wipe to wipe-down Todd's inner elbow, and then, still not having said a word, Jeff took the syringe in hand, pulling the cap off with his teeth, then sinking the needle in a fat vein in Todd's inner elbow, withdrew the plunger, drawing forth a drop of blood before emptying the content of the syringe into Todd. Just before Jeff removed the rubber strap was "Todd you'll probably feel a surge of warmth, followed by a chemical taste in the back of your throat and then you'll probably cough a couple times, then you'll feel your heart race and your breath will also increase. Just ride the rush, relax and enjoy the experience."

Tyler’s Journey to the Dark Side This is the story of Tyler’s Journey to the dark side of sex and drugs. Although he was a junior in high school he was already 18. His parents split up when he was 14 and his father didn’t want anything to do with him. The men his mom dated after that never really filled in for a father figure and at 14 he was too old for the big brother program. He was the oldest of 4 kids with 3 younger sisters. Being the only male in a household of women wasn’t easy. They lived in a small 4 bedroom house in the suburbs. Tyler converted the basement of the house into a bedroom to allow his sisters to each have a room and to provide him a sanctuary from all the women in the house. His life did not give him much to be happy about. He soon began smoking pot. Tyler would spend all day in his basement bedroom getting high. Pot was becoming his escape. The more he got high, the more he began to think and wonder about himself and with his father rejecting him and the nagging of his mother and 3 younger sisters; he was turned off of dating anyone. He just could not stand women. He was scared he was gay and in suburbia he could be ridiculed by classmates. He turned to the internet for someone to talk to about his feeling. That’s when he met Adam. He was in a local gay chat room and Adam was there. Adam was 21 and lived in an apartment complex that was right next to the subdivision where he lived. What Tyler liked about Adam was that he didn’t seem like a stereotypical gay man. Adam said that he was masculine, played sports in high school and was into the outdoors. Tyler and Adam hit it off. The more that they talked the more Tyler accepted the thought he might be gay. Tyler learned that Adam lived whit his boyfriend, Justin. Justin was 25 and the two had been together for 5 years. Adam was very open with the fact that the two of them were also HIV+. Tyler knew about HIV and AIDS and was intrigued with both of these men. They chatted about what led each one to think he was gay and their first sexual experiences. That’s when Tyler admitted he was still a virgin, but he was ready to change that fact. They also chatted about pot and drug use. Tyler learned that both Adam and Justin not only smoked pot, but used other drugs too. Tyler was really intrigued, he had always wanted to experiment with other drugs, he just never knew who to ask, what to ask for and how to take them. Adam said he could fix that for Tyler. One day Adam invited Tyler over so that they all could finally meet face to face. To this point all they knew about each other was through chat and they developed a good friendship. They mad plans for Tyler to come over on a Friday night. This was the Friday when his mother took his sisters to see their paternal grand parents. They would be gone all weekend so he wouldn’t be missed. Right after his mom and sisters left he headed over to the apartment complex where the guys lived. Tyler had on an old pair of blue jeans pulled down so you could see the top half, an old t-shirt, pair of (untied) tennis shoes and a sweat shirt. After a short walk through the snow and found their building and buzzed them so he could be let in. As Tyler reached the third floor he found Adam waiting at the apartment door. Adam was about 6” tall, spiked blond hair and blues eyes. He was well toned and muscular from playing 4 years of high school football, baseball and volleyball. The two shook hands and Adam showed Tyler inside where he met Justin. Justin was a little taller then Adam but just as built. Tyler sat on they couch and so not to crowd the teen, Adam sat on the floor and Justin used a chair next to the couch. The couple looked at Tyler and was infatuated with this cute 18 year old. At 5’ 8”, with a slime frame he was lean. Justin commented on how cute Tyler was and that he’d have no problem finding a boyfriend. They then sat down and started to talk. They asked how much time Tyler had and both got an evil grin when Tyler told them that he had until Sunday night since his Mom and sisters were gone all weekend. The conversation continued and it didn’t take long for the conversation to turn to sex and drugs. Justin asked Tyler what his sexual experience has been and what drugs has he used. Tyler admitted that the only sex he has gotten was from his right hand and the only drug he has tried was pot. Tyler went on to say that he hope to fix all that tonight with the couple. Adam asked what drugs he was open to trying and he answered, what do you got? Justin pulled out a couple pills, first was a blue viagra and the second was a white ecstasy. Justin told Tyler to take 2 viagra and one ecstasy. Then Adam pulled out a joint, letting Tyler know that this was a “special” joint laced with Tina. They told Tyler that the viagra would offset the effect Tina had on getting your dick hard. As they smoke the joint, the couple made sure Tyler got plenty of gatorade to drink. They told Tyler that the gatorade would keep him hydrated. Then Justin pulled out a small vial and put a little into Tyler’s drink telling him that he was giving him some GHB. Tyler drank down his gatorade quickly and was enjoying all the feeling he was experiencing from the drugs he had taken to this point. He felt his 7” cock thicken as they talked about sex and it was evident to Adam and Justin that the viagra was working. Tyler then said something that grabbed the attention of the couple. He told them that ever since learning that they both were HIV+ he wanted to be exactly like them. Adam and Justin were a little stunned and asked if Tyler was certain he wanted to be poz like them. Tyler told them that he couldn’t get the thought of them pozzing him out of his mind. It’s all he thought about on the walk over and he gets very horny at the thought and now that they are in the same room he feels even hornier then ever at the thought of getting pozzed. No the couple had to know that it was the drugs that were making him feel even more horny then he had felt before, but with their drug hazed mind that didn’t enter their thoughts. They asked Tyler again if he was certain that’s what he wanted. All the kid said was ABSOLUTELY! The couple didn’t waste any time and quickly sat down next to the horny teen with Adam on one side and Justin on the other. The couple kissed as they began to play with their new toy. They started off both kissing Tyler and they let their hands roam all over him. They made sure to pay particular attention to the tent in his jeans. And with his jeans as low as he had them it was very easy to expose his hard cock through the piss slit in his boxers. Adam and Just slowly undressed Tyler as they undressed each other. In not time they had him down to his boxers as they had themselves totally naked. They guided Tyler to Justin’s hard, dripping 9” cock. The teen needed to instruction he knew what to do as he lowered his mouth down on Justin’s cock and began to suck. As Tyler worked on Justin’s cock, Adam gave him verbal instructions and before long he was nearly sucking cock like a pro. He would gag as the cock hit the back of his throat. Then Adam told him to breathe in deep through his nose as he went down. That did the trick and Justin’s cock slid into Tyler’s throat. After a good 5 minutes of sucking they repositioned Tyler so that he could get a taste of Adam’s 8” cock. With all that Adam had told Tyler, he was working Adam’s dick with much more expertise then he had Justin’s. The fact that Adam is not as long or as thick as Justin made it easier on its own. After a few minutes of Adam receiving pleasure from Tyler, he needed a little rest. The three continued to kiss and caress each other. Tyler broke off the kiss and asked if they were gona fuck or what. They paused for a moment and asked Tyler again if he was sure he wanted this, if he wanted to be given HIV, the prospect of taking pills his entire life and maybe dying in 20 years. Tyler didn’t even take a second to think about what he had just been told and answered with a FUCK YES! What Tyler didn’t know was that Adam and Justin had talked about pozzing the kid. The topic had dome up on several occasions and always ended up the same (well almost the same) with one fucking the other. Now was the moment, could they go through with the deed especially since Tyler is asking for it. The couple agreed that they needed to move this into one of the back bedrooms. Adam and Justin shared a two bedroom apartment, not for appearances but for the space. They walked by the master bedroom where the two slept to the back bedroom where they had their sling. Tyler was amazed at the contraption. They asked Tyler once more if he was sure about all this, Tyler just nodded. Justin then told Tyler to hope on in and relax. Tyler dropped his boxers and settled into the sling as Adam and Justin placed his wrists and ankles in restraints. Tyler asked what the restraints were for. Adam told him we’ve asked you several times if you are sure about us fucking you and pozzing you; this is to make sure you don’t change your mind at the last second. Justin added that they know he wants this. If he didn’t he would keep asking for them to poz him. They just want to make sure he goes through with this. Adam checks the restraints as Justin was out of Tyler view. Adam then fixed a bandana as a gag and gagged Tyler. When Justin came back into Tyler’s view he had a syringe filled with a clear liquid. Tyler looked up and the two and began to panic. Justin told him that if he was going to do this then they were going to do it right and make sure he got the bug. Adam placed a tourniquet around his arm and did the same to Justin. Tyler watched as Justin stuck the needle into his own arm and drew pack some blood. Then he did the same to Adam. Neither one received any of the clear fluid in the syringe. Adam then places a tourniquet on Tyler’s arm and held it down. They told Tyler that he better hold still so that he would not get seriously hurt. Tyler began to breathe very fast as Justin stuck him with the needle. Justin drew back a little bit of blood to make sure he hit the vein and then pushed all the liquid into Tyler’s vein. Justin said that he just gave Tyler a slam of Tina and soon he would be flying high and very horny. And with some of their blood mixed in there was no way of telling which one pozzed him and there was no turning back, Tyler was going to be as poz as they were. Adam removed the gag and all Tyler said was, oh my god, what the fuck did I agree to, what the fuck! Then Justin counted down, 3, 2, 1 and as he removed the tourniquet on 1 he then said BANG! They both watched as Tyler could feel the rush up his arm, into his chest then into his throat as Justin leaned in and kissed Tyler just as Tyler let out a cough and gasped for air. Justin could feel the change in the teen as they kissed. As the two kissed, Adam got between Tyler’s legs and began to lick and nibble on the drugged up teen’s ass. Tyler let out a moan into his kiss with Justin. The kiss continued with them exchanging spit back and forth while Adam continued to lube up Tyler’s hole. Just as Justin broke off the kiss, Adam was read to enter the teen’s virgin hole. Tyler locked eyes with Adam as he began to slid his cock in side his ass. Adam was gentle knowing this was the kid’s first fuck and Tyler was lucky that Adam was the one to break him in. With the slam taking full effect on Tyler Adam had no problem inching his way in side the teen’s formerly virgin hole. Once in side Adam began to slowly fuck Tyler. Making sure to his all the spots that make a young boy moan in pleasure. As Adam worked away, Justin slipped out of view to fix 2 slams for himself and Adam. He also made sure that they all had fresh viagra since he noticed that Tyler had become a little limp. Adam paused for a moment to take his viagra then continued to fuck Tyler. A few minutes later Justin returned with a slam for Adam. Once again Adam paused to get his slam and then began to fuck the teen harder. Soon he was like a rabbit fucking him when he yelled out that he was about to cum. One more good hard thrust and Adam grunted out FUCK and shot his load into Tyler. As Adam pulled out they all noticed that Tyler was rock hard again. Tyler asked if they would release his arms so he could jerk off while Justin fucked him. He was told no way, that keeping him hard and horny helped Tyler accept his new status. No possible way of cumming then having regrets. There would be time for him to cum later when he would fuck a final neg load into Adam. Justin wasted no time and would not allow any of Adam’s seed to drip from Tyler’s hole. He quickly rammed his full 9” into the kid as Adam gave Tyler another slam. Tyler was really flying now. He just wanted to have sex any way he could get it. Adam and Justin knew if they introduced Tyler to the drug scene it was only a mater of time before he would be pozzed. Justin was more viscous with his fuck then Adam was. He pounded away on Tyler’s hole; driving Adam’s cum deeper into the kid and making room for his own huge load to be deposited. Adam wasn’t finished either. His cock was springing back to life (thanks in part to the viagra and in part to watching Adam fuck). He walked over to Tyler’s head and taped his hard cock on the boy’s lips. Tyler knew what to do without a word being spoken. He opened his mouth and began to suck cock. Adam could tell Tyler was enjoying having a cock in both ends. Adam felt the moans around his cock as Justin fucked into Tyler. Justin fucked Tyler longer then Adam did. Then again Justin is vers/top where Adam is a vers/bttm. Justin knew Adam would not last long with Tyler sucking his cock like he was so he knew he needed to deposit his load soon. He began to grunt with every thrust. Adam had been on the receiving end of Justin’s cock to know he was close to cumming. Adam threw his head back and could feel his balls churning up. Then with a few more grunts Justin let loose a huge load of cum and slammed deep into Tyler; so deep he passed the second internal ring deep in side the boy’s gut. A few seconds later Adam looked down at Tyler as he was about to let loose his own load and told the boy just to swallow as he came. Adam made sure that Tyler had no choice but to swallow by holding a hand on the back of the kid’s head. A few seconds passed as they all were catching their breathes. Tyler finished swallowing Adam’s cum as Justin slowly pulled his cock from the boy’s hole quickly replacing it with a good size butt plug so that no cum would escape.

Part 93 - Opportunities Ric got back to the hotel and walked up to the room. While he had dumped two loads in the client, he still wanted to fuck. Maybe his dad would like to play or maybe he could find some cruising spots online. He didn’t want to hookup in the room in case his dad walked in and he already had done one three-way and wasn’t interested in another one today. He wanted the attention he could get from a one on one fuck. Ric got to the room and heard some noises from inside but didn’t know if it was the TV or his dad getting some action. He unlocked the door and slowly opened it checking to see if the safety lock was up. The door didn’t bump into it, so he opened it further. Laying on the floor in a pile was a hotel uniform and on the bed with his legs wrapped around Frank’s waist was one of the hotel workers. Ric shook his head as Frank turned to him and said “You want a go? He’s a great fuck and already lubed.” Ric sighed and said “No dad, I don’t want your sloppy seconds. I’ll be back in an hour.” Ric walked out of the room and wandered around the hotel. He realized that he only had his escort phone with him so his dad couldn’t text him when he was done. He sat down in the lobby and watched the people come and go, glancing at the phone waiting for the hour to expire. The phone buzzed and he saw he had a few new emails. He read through a few, some were spam and others were asking about escort services. He replied to one that seemed to be serious and got to the most recent message. The title of the email was “unique opportunity.” He almost deleted it without reading it, except that the preview caught his eye. He opened it and it read “Hello. A friend of mine thought you would be perfect for a filming session we are about to do. My friend said I needed to contact you ASAP since you will be in town only a day or two more. If you are interested in doing a scene in an adult film that requires someone with your special gift, please call me. Slick Palm, Esq.” There was a phone number listed at the bottom of the message and Ric re-read the message several times. He had only told a few people where he would be this weekend so it had to be one of them. “Adult film?” Ric thought. It might be interesting, but he was pretty sure he didn’t want anyone to know that he was escorting, much less doing porn. Once the video got out, it would be all over the internet and it might screw up a “normal” career after he graduated. He decided he had some time to kill before going back to the room, so he might as well call to find out more. “Hi, you sent me an email a half hour ago about a unique opportunity?” Ric said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. “Ah… yes… Is this Austin?” a deep voice asked. “It is” Ric replied. “I know the message was vague. I assume you might be interested but need more information?” the guy said. “Mmmhmm” replied Ric. “Well, I don’t really want to get into specifics over the phone. How long are you going to be in town?” the guy asked. “I’ll be around all day tomorrow and then until about noon on Sunday” Ric answered. “Ah, ok. We would have to do something tomorrow then. Can you meet this evening to talk further? I’m at the Grand Palace Hotel. Is that convenient?” asked the guy. “Uh, I think that’s down the street from the hotel I’m at. When would be a good time?” Ric asked. “How about now? I’m in room 702” the guy said and Ric agreed. As he was walking over to the other hotel, Ric realized he hadn’t showered since the client meeting. The butterflies in his stomach now were now swarming. He prayed that he wouldn’t have to undress or get really close to anyone, since they could probably smell the dried cum and sweat on his body. He got to the room and took a deep breath before knocking. The door opened and a there stood a guy about Ric’s height but about 25 pounds heavier and 30 years older standing in front of him in khakis and a polo shirt. His dark hair was graying and he had a bushy mustache. “Hi, I’m Ari aka Slick Palm. Nice to meet you Austin. You look even better in person. Uh.. have a seat.” Ari directed him to a pair of chairs that was separated by a small round table by the window. “So, a bit of background. I’m a manager for several well known adult film stars. I deal with the studios and take care of the legal BS so my clients can just do what they’re good at. The most well-known client I have is working on a project to sell to a studio as a complete video. He has been disappointed with the editing of the last two, so he is demanding full control. He’s well known as a prep user in the industry and will film with anyone so he’s been paired with a wide variety of other stars” Ari explained. Ric nodded and waited for how he would fit in to the project. “So, the theme of this video is my client getting fucked bare and filled with cum from detectable HIV positive men. We have shot three scenes so far and are very happy with them. We need one more. Now, the thing is that my client stopped taking PrEP a few weeks before filming started. No one knows this except for the actors and myself. My client wants to have this video out there and no one except for a select group of people to know that it documents his infection” Ari continued. “Fuck, that’s sick” Ric replied. Ari smiled and nodded. “It’s his choice and he really wants to do this. Now, and this is where you come in, we need to do another scene, but the budget won’t allow us to use any of the big name actors. Most of the poz ones are on meds anyway and my client wants it to really happen on film. He’s getting quite irritable since he has been limiting his sexual encounters to just our filmed scenes. So far, we have filmed a scene and waited three or four weeks before he then gets tested. So far, he is still negative.” “So you want to film me breeding him and see if he gets pozzed up?” Ric asked. “Exactly. We only need one more scene and the one that ends up in the final product will be the guy that succeeded. Does this interest you?” Ari asked. “Yeah, it sounds cool. But…” Ric said, pausing for several seconds as his mind raced. “What more do you want to know?” asked Ari. Finally, Ric said “If I did it, I really don’t want people to be able to recognize me in the video. I’ve seen porn scenes where guys wear masks but they’re really cheesy or they look like bank robbers. Many times you can even tell who it is. And… how do I know he’s not going to change his mind and sue me or get me thrown in jail? Uhhh, and last… can we really do this by tomorrow night?” Ari smiled back. He picked up a piece of paper that had several pictures of Ric from his escort ad and a couple private ones that he had sent to prospective clients and looked them over. Ric saw what they were and was surprised. Ari said “Those are pretty good questions. Uh… I think we can come up with a way to obscure your face and with editing we can probably cut out any close ups of your chest tattoo. Without that, you could be just about any latino porn actor. As far as changing his mind, I doubt that would happen. We can easily have him sign a document acknowledging that he knows your status and is willingly having unprotected sex with you. And yes, we can do this by tomorrow night, we will just need two to three hours of your time. Is there anything else you want to know before we go any further?” “Uh, I guess the other important thing is how much does it pay?” Ric asked. Ari wrote down a number on a stickie and gave it to Ric. “Its a flat rate. There are no things like royalties you might get on a Hollywood production” Ari added. Ric had no idea if he was getting screwed over or if it was a fair amount and he couldn’t really call anyone to ask them. It seemed like a decent amount of money - it was a lot more than what he would make on a 3 hour escort job. If things went like Ari said they would and he could keep his anonymity, he thought that this could be a great job. Besides, they were paying him to fuck a porn star. “I guess it’s ok. What is your share and what’s next?” Ric asked. Ari chuckled “I get paid to put it together, so that’s all yours. Cash, by the way, paid after the scene is filmed and we’re happy with your work. As for what’s next… well, I need to inspect the goods. No sex mind you, but I need to see you naked and make sure everything works.” “Uh, I’m a bit grungy from earlier. Can I quickly run through the shower?” Ric asked. Ari laughed and said “Of course, but first, please swab your gums with this. Once on top, once on bottom.” Ric took the test stick and did as he was told and handed it back to Ari. He went into the bathroom and quickly stripped his clothes off. He washed himself off as fast as he could, making sure that his cock was clean and the dried cum under his foreskin was gone. He dried off and decided since Ari wanted to see him naked anyway, there was no sense in putting his clothes back on. He walked back into the main area and Ari looked up over the papers he was reading. “Mmm, good. You’re not shy about being naked around strangers. I’m always surprised when porn actors are. You definitely are endowed like I was told you were. Can you stroke it the rest of the way hard?” asked Ari. “This is soft, but yeah” Ric said as he reached down and started to jack his cock while his other hand was flicking one pierced nip. He closed his eyes briefly and his go-to image when he needed to get hard quick was Dave, uh Joe, riding his cock and taking his virginity shortly after they met. His cock was soon at it’s full glory. He looked over at Ari who was licking his lips. He remembered that Ari had said “no sex” so instead of moving closer and brushing his cock over Ari’s lips, he just modeled it showing both sides, top and bottom and his lightly hairy balls. He even turned around and showed his furry ass. “Very nice” Ari said as he looked him over. “Your skin is perfect, the body hair gives a nice accent and is trimmed just right. The biohazard tattoo gives you that ‘bad boy’ edge. Shame we will have to edit out the other tattoo and no one will get to see that sexy face” Ari said with his voice trailing off. Ric was a little embarrassed listening to Ari critique him but it did boost his ego. “Thanks, Joe” he thought. Ari looked down at his watch, then looked at the test and smiled. Ari then said “You can get dressed now. We will meet in this room tomorrow night at seven. Please be here showered and ready to go. We’ll provide something to cover your face, any props and lube. Think about a name to use for the credits, it can be your escorting name or something else.” Ric went into the bathroom and put his clothes back on as he listened to the rest of Ari’s comments. “Thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow” was all he said as he walked out the door. He had been in the room for almost two hours and figured his dad was probably done by now. He headed back to his hotel wondering if it was a good or bad idea to do this porn shoot. He was curious as to who had recommended him for the job but realized that his pics were going to get out and he had no control over it. The same would be true for the video. — Frank told the hotel worker to get dressed and to get back to work after Ric left. He really wanted to watch his son fuck another guy and he wondered why Ric didn’t want to join him but shrugged it off. He showered and waited for Ric to come back to the room. It had been over an hour and he started to get worried. He put on some shorts and a tee shirt and went searching around the hotel for Ric. He looked all over - the lobby, the gym, the pool, even the bar. On his second loop he stopped at the bar and ordered a drink and sat down. In less than five minutes a guy moved over and sat next to him The flirting was nonstop from the tall, older businessman. Frank figured he was in his early sixties, with a shaved head, a single earring in his left ear and a confidence about him. When Frank sipped the last of his whiskey down, the guy said “Lets take this to my room.” They walked to the elevators and then to the older guy’s room with only a few words said between them. As soon as the door closed, Frank was slammed to the wall by the older guy who started kissing him roughly. “Ready to be my bitch?” the guy said as he pulled away, grabbing Frank’s shirt and tugging him towards the bed. Frank pulled his shirt off and then pushed his shorts down, leaving him in just a pair of briefs. The older guy laughed as he unzipped his pants and said “I figured you were a little bottom slut. Now suck my cock.” Frank reached in and pulled the guy’s underwear down and pulled out a thin seven inch cut cock with a bend to the right. He licked at the tip and began to suck, first on just the head and then slowly going down. The guy started forcing Frank’s head down on his cock, making him gag. “Choke on it, slut!” the guy barked out. Frank slobbered over the cock and kept taking it down into his throat where he would squeeze around the cock and then pull off to gasp for air. Suddenly the guy pushed Frank’s head off his cock and yelled out “On the bed, show me that ass.” Frank complied and stood there on his knees at the edge of the bed. Whack! He felt the guys flat hand smack his right ass cheek. Whack! The left side got the same treatment. “Why the fuck do you still have your underwear on? You think that’s gonna stop me from fucking your ass?” the guy said with disgust. Frank reached back to push his shorts down but was too late. The guy grabbed Frank’s shorts and ripped them open over his ass. The guy roughly shoved a finger into Frank’s hole. “Damn, I expected a load or two in there from a pig like you. Just going to be spit then” growled the guy as he hacked up some saliva and spat it on Frank’s exposed hole. Frank spread his legs a bit wider, knowing that this wasn’t going to be an easy fuck. Sure enough, he felt the guy ram his cock in all the way to the base. “FUCK!!!!!” Frank screamed out as his body spasmed around the sudden intrusion. A few seconds later the guy started to drill Frank’s ass. His hole was burning but the guy didn’t care. Frank begged for more spit but was ignored. The curve to the cock was digging into the side of Frank’s bowels in a way he had never felt before. Their bodies slapped together as Frank’s hole was pummeled. The guy started to pull all the way out with each thrust, only to slam back in to Frank’s swollen pussy. The guy growled again and the pounding continued. Frank figured the guy wouldn’t last much longer and he was right. He felt the cock start to swell inside him and was battering his hole even more with the increased thickness. The guy lunged in, grabbing Frank’s hips and began to pump his load inside. The spurts seemed to last forever and Frank was happy that the pounding was over. Whack! Frank felt another hard slap on his right ass cheek and waited for the one on the left, but it never came. Once the last shot of cum pumped out, the guy pulled his softening cock out of Frank’s ass. Frank stood there stunned at what just happened but was jolted back to reality when the guy barked “Get out of here, now, slut!” Frank rolled off the bed and grabbed his shorts, pulling them on and grabbing his shirt before quickly heading to the door. “I wouldn’t fuck your wife any more, that’s a pretty potent mixture of bugs in your ass” the guy said as Frank opened the door. He got out into the hallway and heard the door close before he leaned against the wall, catching his breath. Looking at his phone, he had been inside for less than twenty minutes but he was sore and exhausted. He put on his shirt and headed back to his room to wait for Ric to return.

Hi without being provocative to anyone. Why do a lot of posters on here refer to their hole as a Cunt or Pussy? Are we not men who like to have sex with men? Personally I like the idea of licking a hot hairy man hole or fucking my arse or hole. I find a lot of the stories on here horny however when the poster then refers to his Pussy or cunt it puts me off and I lose interest rapidly . Dare I ask why this is? Is it a fem thing or just an expression? Thanks

Last werkend I had so much fun. Since a couple weeks Ihave a new buddy. Max is 18yo and a sleazy fuckboy. I met him at a parking and I took him home, where we had long and perv sex. He is a skinny tall boy that does bb since a young age. He told me he wanted me to meet his familly and invited me for the weekend. In the weeks before he told me alot about his 2 brothers and his parents. He lives in a shady/trailertrash area (got lots of pozfriends there) with lots of horny neighbors. He got me hard by the stories about his gay brothers and bi-sexual parents. At my arrival he brought me into the house were I heard lots of sex noisses and I noticed all the doors from the rooms were removed. That weekend I had a lot of sex and saw all of his family naked. Last weekend I went back and arrived an hour to early. I went inside and up to his room. In the hallway I heard him moan and looked for him. I found him in his parents bedroom getting fucked by his dad and facefucked by one of his brothers. It was so hot that I got naked and joined in. I fucked his brother and fot fucked by the 3 of them that weekend. I still am hard thinking about it and going back this weekend for more bare fun. Does anyone has a samelike experience?

Normally, I prefer clean. But, I do have to say that I was once sucking off a really hot, str8, buff, hung homeless guy. The smell of his smegma and sweat was so pungent that it made me gag a few times. But he was so fucking hot and was so horny using my mouth for his pleasure, I got off on his smell. I guess it's an acquired taste. I've never loved the taste of headcheese before. But I did like tasting his that was crusted on his cockhead and foreskin. After he came in my mouth I let him use the shower in my motel room. As he was drying off, I got on my knees and sucked him hard again. Then I bent over and he fucked me. Dumping a second load in my ass. I still prefer clean guys. But, for someone as hot as him, I get off on the smegma and smell.

I kept quiet and didn’t say anything to Sky at my appointment Monday about the weekend with Louis. I wasn’t sure if Louis’ comment about not wanting a gay relationship extended to even being friends. Friday, while I was at lunch I sent off a message: “weather good tomorrow, want to go riding?” I figured it would be a good way to show him that being buds or fuck buds was fine with me. I was sitting in a bar with a couple friends later that evening and got a message back. “sounds fun. or we can fix something in your garage ;)” Louis replied. I smiled and was happy that sex wasn’t off the table. But, I had moved too fast the previous weekend so I wasn’t going to make that mistake again. A few messages back and forth and I told him I would meet him at his place at nine the next morning. I was up early and made it to Louis’ apartment about fifteen minutes early. I pulled off the helmet and my leather jacket and leaned against the bike. As I started to type out a message telling him I was there, he came out with a cup of coffee for me. “Gimme five and I’ll be ready” Louis said. I sipped my coffee and waited and he came back down, his jacket over his shoulder wearing a tight tank top, jeans and the flawless boots. His beard looked even shaggier than the week before. “Do you shine those things before you go riding?” I asked. “Gimme a fuckin' break. I don’t ride everywhere I go like you do. I spend more time on trains than bikes” Louis replied back to me scowling. “Let’s see if we can fix that. You need to be back any time soon?” I inquired. “Nope, but I didn’t bring anything if we’re overnighting it” he said with a laugh. That hadn’t crossed my mind but might be fun some other time. I guzzled the last of the coffee down and he held out his arm to take the mug from me. “Ah, Sky finished it. Looks great” I said, noticing the completed tattoo. “Thanks, I’m happy. Now I’m trying to figure out what to do for my next one” Louis said as he opened the car and put the mug inside. He locked it up and then put his jacket on before wheeling his bike out. We took off and tried to avoid all of the Saturday morning traffic. I knew a nice route that should be mostly quiet after the first hour. I normally ride pretty quick, but I wasn’t really sure that was Louis’ style. Our previous ride had been in the city where you’re just trying not to get run over while still looking cool. I pulled in to a gas station to fill the bikes and grab some water or gatorade to stay hydrated as the temperature kept rising. We chatted for a few minutes and then jumped back on the road. I went a bit faster and Louis kept on my tail even when the road got a bit twisty. I was having a lot of fun and I hoped that Louis was too. We had another gas stop and asked “Interested in some lunch?” Louis nodded, so I hopped back on and took off. Twenty or so miles later, I pulled into a bar I knew of that was just off the highway and not too far from a university. It was mid afternoon and I was hot and sweaty and needed a break. I had been here a few times and always had a good time. The clientele was a mixture of locals, bikers and the occasional college guys that wanted to pretend they were badasses for a few hours. We went in and I ordered a pint of beer. Louis insisted on just iced tee saying that he never drank when he was riding. “That’s cool. I like to have one during a break especially if I’m grabbing food. The bratwurst here is great, that’s what I’m having” I replied. We sat down at a table and a few minutes later the bartender brought over our brats. We ate them down while joking about the other customers. They were all in clumps - three older farmers at the bar, seven bikers had pushed a couple tables together, four preppy looking college guys sitting at a table rubbernecking in the back and then us. We finished our food and my beer was almost empty. Louis got another iced tea and was half way done with it when one of the college guys got up and headed to the basement where the bathrooms were. I waited a few seconds and tapped Louis on the arm. “If you’re up for some fun, let’s go downstairs” I said. I left my jacket on the back of the chair and started to the stairs, Louis was behind me after gulping his tea down. I got downstairs and watched the college guy walking towards the end of the building instead of down the hall to the bathrooms. The basement was divided into 3 areas, divided by walls. First was the bathrooms, second was a large room that looked like it could hold banquets. The last was a smaller area that had a partial wall and looked a little like a storage area. I followed the college guy into the storage area and once inside I leaned against the wall. “Looking for the bathroom or something a bit more fun” I asked the guy as I rubbed my bulge. He was right under the lone fluorescent light and it made it easy to check him out. He was blond and pale, around twenty years old, about five foot seven and on the skinny side. He wore a tee shirt and baggy shorts and a pair of sneakers. Well, normally he would be pale, but right now his face was bright red and he was shaking. He didn’t answer my question verbally, but I knew why he was there. “Bathrooms are back there, but I’m guessing you’re looking for some biker dick to suck” I said. Louis was now right next to me and as I moved into the center of the room he followed, the grin on his face getting bigger. “I don’t want any trouble, mister” the guy said, his eyes darting back and forth between Louis and I. “Nah, me neither. I was just hoping those pretty lips were looking for a cock or two. My buddy here just broke up with his girlfriend so I know he could use a good blowjob” I replied. Louis figured where I was going with this and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them. I motioned with my hand the way past us to the bathroom and said “Your choice.” The guy walked up to Louis and slowly sunk to his knees on the cold tile floor. He hesitated a moment but then reached up and pulled Louis’ cock out of his underwear. I smiled back at Louis as the guy began to lick his cock. Both of us were sweaty from riding in the sun all day and I was sure that his cock had a nice salty flavor. I let him go for a few minutes before I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down. I pulled my cock out of the side of the pouch on the jockstrap that I had been wearing for nine days without washing it. It had a good funk to it as did my whole body. They guy pulled off Louis’ cock and moved over in front of me and I heard him mutter “fuck” quietly. “Just watch your teeth, it’ll be ok” I reassured him. It took a few attempts before he was able to suck me properly and not gag or bang the piercing on his teeth, but once he got going he was pretty good. It wasn’t his first time at the rodeo. He sucked a few minutes and went back to Louis. A few minutes later he was back on me. I pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on a box nearby and then said “Shorts too.” The guy didn’t hesitate and soon he was kneeling on the floor in front of me, sucking eagerly on my cock in just a gleaming white jockstrap. After a few minutes he was back on Louis’ cock and I moved behind him, raising his hips up. I kneeled down and looked his cute bubble butt over. It had fine wisps of blond hair over it and his hole was so inviting. I pulled his jock down and he stepped out of it. His cock was rock hard and his balls were hairless until they were resting in my beard as I started licking his hole. I heard him moan and I started poking my tongue inside his hole. I realized I had a packet of lube in my jacket, but that was upstairs. I got him lubed up with spit as best I could and then stood up. Louis’ eyes were glued to me as I rubbed my cock over the college guy’s hole. I pressed in and felt the flesh open up, my cock plowing deeper and deeper until I was planted inside his hole. “Fuck. You got him already” a voice said. I looked and it was one of the other bikers who had wandered down looking for some college ass or mouth. “Stick around, I don’t think he’ll mind a third” I said checking the guy out. He was probably in his late forties, just over six foot with his head covered with a bandana, a black tee, vest and black jeans. His beard hung down to his sizable gut, but I saw the grin and he nodded his head, watching us spitroast the college guy. I started to pump harder and forcing him all the way down on Louis’ cock. Soon I saw Louis fucking his face and hoped he was going to save his load for the guy’s ass. The thought of Louis shooting his load sent signals to my own balls. I hammered his hole and then shoved in all the way as my cock pulsed and sent spurts of cum into the college guy’s pussy. With his hole filled with my seed, I pulled out and saw that Louis was doing the same. We swapped ends and while our cock hungry college guy cleaned my cock, Louis slipped inside and pounded away. I was surprised how energetically our bottom was cleaning my cock and in only a minute he had replaced all the cum he found with a thin layer of spit. I motioned for the older biker to come over and take my place and saw he already had his cock out. I stepped away and tucked my cock back into the jock and buttoned up my jeans. The bottom was eagerly sucking away at the older biker’s cock. I saw Louis trying to hold off, but he growled and then flooded the guy’s fuckhole with his seed. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, since I didn’t know if the older biker was up for fucking after two strangers had bred the college boy’s hole. I shouldn’t have worried, with Louis pulling out the biker was quickly moving to take his place. Louis got the same thorough cleaning as I did and was zipping up a minute later. We both left the biker with the college guy and headed back upstairs. As soon as we appeared, one of the other bikers started moving towards the stairs. I saw that both the biker group and the college guys were staring at us. I just smiled and picked my jacket as Louis got his and we headed out. “Fuck, how did you know that was gonna happen?” Louis asked. I winked at him and said “You got to learn to read the room” as I hopped on and hit the starter. We took a scenic route along the river until we cut back towards the city. We pulled in to his apartment building just after nine. He pointed at a spot for me to park my bike. I followed him upstairs and once inside he pinned me to the wall and kissed me. When we finally stopped a few minutes later he said “That was an amazing day. A lot more fun than when I ride with the other guys I know.”

just dumped a big creamy load in my favourite high school pussyboy. had him down on his hands and knees in his parents' bed with him wearing his mothers' panties and bra and wig and his sisters tiny skirt and had him calling me his fathers name. made him watch himself get fucked like a whore in the big mirror. made him put on makeup before i got there. he's not good at makeup (yet) but he looked like a whore so thats good. he used to be a "straight" cocksucker. but I turned him into a cumdump. eventually he's gonna be a poz tranny whore. it's a pussyboys natural path. sweet pussy.

oh my god guys i just got fucked by him again and it was sooo hottt. he was bending me over fucking me doggy and i told him "babe it feels soooo amazing to feel your hard dick up my ass". im so addicted to this feeling of having a guy's bare dick up my butt. when the head of his penis hit my protate it felt so fucking good and came really hard. he got harder and i felt him having a full blown orgasm up my ass ahhh. i felt his dick throbbing and said "yesss cum in me babe" and he did. he said my ass was the best he ever felt and i felt sooo sexy when he told me that. seriously i could take his cum up my ass all day long. is it normal to love it this much? i still like to fuck girls but man i can't believe how good it feels to get fucked in the ass by a hot guy

I think that for many of us it’s just a way of designating a sexual function to our anuses that is very specifically not related to defecating, and is more descriptive and evocative than simply “hole”. It’s certainly not necessarily a fem thing; CD/TG play is a hard limit for me, but I still call my hole a cunt. I don’t usually call it a pussy - much less a “bussy” or any of those other hybrid abominations guys have come up with because they don’t want to be caught using female terms - but it doesn’t bother me if a Top calls it that. There’s a quite different - and in some ways separate - culture on these boards if men who embrace feminization, cross-dress, and use feminine terms for both their holes and their cocks (“my little clitty”). I have a very poor understanding of that underlying psychology, so I can’t really explain it, and from a point of personal arousal, it turns me off like hitting a switch. But someone from that sphere may be able to give insight on whether, or to what degree, the use of such words is intentionally feminizing.

In total agreement with the OP!

Part 92 - Looking for Financial Aid Paul sent a text and soon the door buzzed open. He and Ric walked into the lobby area and Paul stopped. “You’re legal, right?” Ric nodded and quietly said “Yeah.” “Good. Follow my lead. I’ve met this client once before and he wanted a couple guys tagging him this time. Normally I wouldn’t do a job like this with someone I’ve never met, but the client picked you out and had me set up this three-way. Don’t fuck it up or you’re gonna see a really bad side of me” Paul replied as the elevator door opened. The two stepped inside and Ric said “Don’t worry about me, I’ll just follow your lead. I’ll top, bottom, suck… whatever.” “Unless he wants you to suck me or me to fuck you, you’ll be nailing him hard and dumping as much of your boy cum into him. Uh… you’re on prep, right? Your ad said that you liked it raw and were versatile” Paul asked. “No, no prep” Ric answered looking down at the floor. “Huh? You’re not going to stay neg long being a bareback escort without prep” Paul said in and almost fatherly tone. “I’m poz” Ric replied quietly. “Damn. That was fast” Paul said with a chuckle. “Kinda like me. You doin ok with the meds?” Paul asked. “No meds. I’m doin good though” was Ric’s succinct reply. “FUCK! Toxic too? Nice! This guy is gonna have a deadly brew in him when we’re done” Paul said as he raised his hand for a high-five. “If the guy says anything about status, let me handle it. OK?” Paul said. “Uh… I have a biohazard tat over my cock. I crop it out of the pics I send out… I’ll try to cover it as much as I can” Ric said as the elevator stopped and the door opened. They walked down the hall and Paul whispered “He probably doesn’t know what it means, but yeah, don’t bring attention to it.” Paul tapped on door 7D and a few seconds later it opened. Ric saw the client standing there in just a towel. He was a white guy about forty with a decent tan, curly light brown hair and a lightly muscled body. He would later find out that the guy had strong legs and a firm butt from running nearly every day. “Hey, good to see you again” the client, Craig, said. “Last week I had so much fun, I just had to do it again and maybe kick it up a notch or two. Since my divorce I’ve been experimenting a bit and found out what fun I’ve been missing all these years. I was always curious about guys but I’ve been stuck with that she-devil since high school.” Paul rolled his eyes at Ric as Craig rambled on. He knew the guy was nervous but they were just there to fuck and go, not hear his life story and Paul had heard most of it last time. Craig finally stopped talking and looked both Paul and Ric over. Walking up to Ric, he traced his finger over Ric’s chest and up to fur on his chin and then winked at him. “Way better than your pics. You need some new ones, Austin. I do need to ask you though… you really are eighteen, right?” Craig said. Ric chuckled and said “Yeah, I am” realizing that even with the beard he still looked young. These were the first words that he had said since walking into the condo and the guy smiled. “Sexy voice, too. Are you guys really gay or do you just do it for the money? Neither of you sound gay” Craig said. Paul laughed and said “You don’t either but you sure seemed to like having a guy’s dick in your ass last time and that’s about as gay as it gets. Where do you want to play this time? No sense in spending all of your money just chatting.” “Bedroom, I’d like to maybe get fucked on the balcony too, if we have time” said Craig as he led them down the hall. Ric looked around the condo and it seemed a little disorganized with several boxes laying around. They got to the bedroom and Paul closed the shades a bit so that they weren’t completely visible from the neighboring buildings. “Whatcha looking for this time, Craig? It can’t be completely vanilla with a three way…” Paul said while he moved closer to Craig and stood off to his right side. Ric took his cue and moved in next to Paul and kissed Craig’s cheek and then moved over to his ear and nibbled on the earlobe. “Ooooh fuck… Now that I know I can take it, I want you to get rougher with me. Treat me like a slut. I always wanted to fuck hard with my ex, but she never let me” Craig explained. “Ahh, ok. You just want to bottom?” Paul replied. “Yeah, Maybe next time I can try fucking you, but it felt so good last time and it just about blew my mind when I felt you cumming inside me. I felt it seep out of me the rest of the day” Craig said. “Cool. Well, I like it rough and I’m sure Austin here won’t mind it. If we get a little too carried away, just let us know. Uh… what was your ex’s name?” Paul asked. “Tracy. Why?” Craig asked as Paul pulled Craig’s towel away and threw it on the floor. “That’s your safe word. Just say ‘Tracy’ and we’ll slow down. Say it twice and we’ll stop” Paul said pushing Craig back to the bed. Ric was a step behind Paul and was pulling his shirt over his head. Craig was sitting on the edge of the bed with Paul on one side and Ric on the other, their pants both sporting significant bulges. Paul took his shirt off and pulled Craig’s face to his crotch. Craig breathed deep and reached over to feel Ric’s growing bulge. “Fuck” Craig muttered as he leaned over and buried his face in Ric’s crotch and fondled Paul’s package. His hand fumbled as he tried to unbuckle Paul’s belt and after a few failed attempts Paul reached down and unlatched it. Craig had more success unbuttoning Paul’s jeans. Paul slipped off his shoes let the jeans drop before kicking them aside. Craig moved back over to Paul and was licking and gnawing at the fabric of his tight trunks, the outline of his rigid cock easily visible. Ric removed his shoes and dropped his jeans, leaving him standing there in just a yellow jockstrap. Paul hooked his thumbs around the trunks and pulled them down, freeing his cock and letting it slap Craig in the face. Craig’s tongue was lapping at Paul’s member, coating it with spit. Ric pulled his cock out of the side of the pouch of his jock, thinking that the waistband would obscure his biohazard tattoo. Paul reached down with both arms and hoisted Craig back on the bed, straddling his chest and feeding his cock to Craig’s eager mouth. Ric followed them on to the bed and began to suck on Craig’s balls before swallowing his five inch stiffie. Ric didn’t know if Craig was one of those guys that was done as soon as he shot, so he made sure that Craig didn’t get too close while he sucked and licked. He moistened his finger and traced down from Craig’s balls to his recently deflowered hole. Ric briefly wondered if Paul had been the one to take Craig’s anal cherry and poz him at the same time, just like Joe had done with him. He cleared his mind of the distraction and went to work opening up Craig’s hole. Craig was moaning and would occasionally clamp down on his finger. He pushed in a second finger and felt the hole relax a little more. He looked up just in time to see Paul turn his head back and mouth “You fuck him first.” Ric nodded, unsure if he was to fuck him missionary or flip Craig over to fuck him doggy. His question was answered when Paul leaned forward and started to slow fuck Craig’s mouth. Ric lifted Craig’s ass and spit on the hole before pushing three fingers in. Twisting and prodding, he stretched out the hole even more, knowing that Craig had probably never had anything near the size of his cock inside him. Adding more spit, he knelt between the splayed legs and rubbed his dripping cock over the waiting hole. He tapped Paul on the leg and mouthed “now” to him. Paul thrust his cock into Craig’s mouth and Ric pushed his thick, wet cock into his ass, stretching the ring around his cock head. Craig writhed at the sudden intrusion and his inability to breathe. The twisting of Craig’s body pulled Ric’s cock out of his ass so Ric pulled back the foreskin and added more spit to the precum on his cock head before he made a second attempt. He held on to Craig’s legs tightly this time and let him get used to the thick meat that was stretching his sphincter open. Ric had noticed that he seemed to leak precum a lot more when the guy he was fucking was not already poz and this case was no different. He was soaking Craig’s chute with viral precum and he stood there for over a minute before he used the precum-as-lube to push deeper. Ric began to drive in and out, feeling Craig try to wiggle and his body shake the deeper he got. He remembered that Craig said he wanted it rough, so his thrusts got more forceful. His body was slamming into Craig and sweat was dripping and flying off, covering both Paul and Craig. He pulled back and adjusted his angle and drove back in hard, hearing Craig yelp around Paul’s cock. After ten minutes of varied firm strokes Ric started pounding even harder. A few more minutes and he went as hard as he could. In less than a minute, Craig yelled out a cock muffled, but distinct, “TRACY!” Ric dialed it back for a few more minutes of drilling and then rammed in and felt his cock shoot ropes of infected cum deep into Craig’s abused colon. Ric stood there, gasping as his cock finally stopped pulsing and looked forward to see Paul twisted back staring at him in disbelief. Slowly, Ric pulled his cock out as Paul climbed off of Craig, smiling at him and giving Ric a wink. Ric grabbed Craig’s hips and flipped him over, feeling his body still quivering. Paul took his place behind Craig as Ric climbed in front, brushing his cummy cock over Craig’s lips. Craig was obviously still in a daze when Paul, crouched on his feet, pushed into the swollen hole. As if on autopilot, Craig started licking every part of Ric’s cock and balls. He seemed to spend extra time pulling back and releasing Ric’s foreskin, marveling at something he had never seen up close before. Paul’s cock wasn’t nearly as big as Ric’s, but Craig’s hole had tightened up in the short time it was empty. Paul loved fucking cum filled holes and knew that Ric had planted a large load inside. He was enjoying pounding Craig’s ass like he usually fucked. Their previous fuck had been slow and gentle the entire time as Paul opened Craig up. He wished he had been the first escort that Craig had hired to pop his cherry, but he was glad to be the second one to get his cock inside Craig. He loved the innocence that Craig had, and how he appreciated every new aspect of gay sex he was experiencing. Paul started fucking faster and harder, trying to mimic the intensity of Ric’s fuck. He pushed Craig down flat and was piledriving his hole. Ric was face fucking Craig in time to Paul’s thrusts, but the angle was bad and he wasn’t nearly as brutal. His crotch was dripping with Craig’s spit and Ric noticed that Craig was no longer fighting the abuse to his body. There was an occasional whimper, but mostly moans. Paul slammed in one last time and let out a guttural roar as his cock pumped another virus laden dose of seed deep inside. Paul collapsed on top of Craig, panting like a dog. Ric wasn’t sure what to do next and had his eyes trained on Paul. Without a cock in his mouth, Craig’s moaning was even louder but eventually it faded and he said “Oh fuck! That’s what I was talking about. I won’t be able to walk for days, but god I loved that.” “Who said you were done?” Paul asked. Ric got a big grin on his face and wondered what Paul was going to do next. After a minute, Paul rolled off Craig’s sweat soaked back, got off the bed and gestured to Ric. Ric moved around and pushed Craig’s legs wider and then dug his tongue into the cum filled hole. The mixture of their cum and Craig’s ass juice, covered his face and beard. While Ric feasted, Paul walked over and pulled the belt out of his jeans. He usually used cloth belts when he went to meet clients that weren’t into BDSM scenes (leather was always the preferred material for those other meetings). He then went over toward end of the bed and picked up the towel he tossed there earlier and walked back to the side of the bed. Ric stood up as he felt Paul get near, leaving Craig laid out flat on his stomach on the bed. Quickly, Paul looped the belt around Craig’s wrists and cinched the belt down. He pulled and dragged Craig over to the balcony door and motioned for Ric to move the chair to the middle. Ric positioned the chair and Craig found himself kneeling on it and bent over the back. Paul tied off the other end of the belt to one of the chair legs and then opened the shades all the way. Craig was staring out at the cityscape wondering how many of his neighbors were looking this way. Paul folded the towel and wrapped it around Craig’s eyes and tied it behind his head. Paul motioned for Ric to remove his jock and plow his cock back into Craig’s ass. “Holy FUCK!” Craig screamed out as Ric shoved all the way in with one hard stroke. Paul was motioning instructions to Ric and Ric started to mercilessly pound Craig’s hole again. Paul grabbed his phone out of his jeans and took a few pictures and a video of Ric raw fucking Craig’s ass and got a couple with Ric’s biohazard tattoo showing right above Craig’s wrecked hole and a ring of slightly pink cum around the base of Ric’s cock. None of the pictures had faces but showed what a cumwhore Craig had become in a short time. Ric had only been fucking for a couple minutes and Paul motioned him away. He pulled out and Craig whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Paul drilled his cock into the gaping hole for a few minutes and then they swapped again. Back and forth, a few minutes of each cock at a time until they couldn’t hold back any longer and it was time to breed again. Ric came first, adding more toxic sperm to Craig’s guts. He didn’t yell out or make any outward signal other than pushing in and holding his cock deep inside Craig’s ass and feeling his cock throb as his balls emptied their contents. Paul took his last turn on Craig, pounding him relentlessly and then added his cum to the mess. Ric slid his jock back on and then his jeans and shirt. He smelled of sex but he didn’t care. Paul pulled his cock out and slapped Craig’s ass. “Now you’re done, fucker” he said as he reached down and untied the belt before loosening it and removing it from Craig’s wrists. Leaving him blindfolded for a few more minutes, Paul got dressed too. Paul removed the blindfold and looked at Craig. “Time’s up. Hope you enjoyed it” Paul said. “Fuck! That was intense. I’ve never done anything like that before. That first part was hot and I loved being used like that, but the second part was so strange. I couldn’t see anything or move much. I hope no one saw me get fucked like that” Craig said. “Pffft, that’s nothing. It’s just a taste of bondage. If you want, we can try some of the more advanced stuff some other time. But for now, we’re done. I’m beat and you look like it too” Paul said. “Oh, yeah. I don’t think I could take any more today. My balls hurt from shooting so many times. I’m sure the sheets are soaked with jizz. Uh, your envelope is over there by the front door. It’s for both of you. Thanks, that was so much fun. I really wish I had tried this sooner. I wasted half my life trying to be straight” said Craig. Ric and Paul smiled back at him. “Paul, I will call you about another appointment. Austin, I’m glad you could come. Too bad you won’t be in town very long. That cock of yours is amazing - I’ve never felt so full” Craig said. “Thanks, I enjoyed it. I’m sure you’ll remember this for a long time” Ric replied. Ric and Paul walked out, Paul grabbing the envelope on the way. Once in the elevator he counted the money out and split it with Ric. “Not bad for two hours work. He even put in a tip. Here ya go. It was good working with you Austin. You really did surprise me. Next time you’re out this way let me know and maybe we can schedule a few jobs together and share our gift. I wouldn’t mind feeling that big cock in me, either” Paul said as they descended to the first floor. “Yeah, it worked out better than I thought it would. I may be moving out here later this summer so I’ll keep it in mind, but I don’t do a lot of escorting” Ric replied. They walked out of the building and Ric waited for his ride back to the hotel and Paul disappeared down the street.

As my senses started to come back slowly, I felt one big hand on the back of my head pushing me down to deep throat a cock to the base while another hand on top of my head pulling my hair I had most of the cock out of my mouth. Two hands worked together in sync and had my head bouncing on the cock like I was a bouncing toy. I heard some laughters and voices but My head was bouncing on the cock so fast and my ears were filled with my own gurgling. I felt a bit silly after few minutes of hearing the noise I was making and felt how stupid it sounded. And that made me smile a bit while continuing to bounce. Someone told me i looked so sexy and pretty and I felt warm all over my body. Two hands stopped bouncing my head and pulled me off of the cock. Few seconds later, i felt two hands under my body lifting me up into the air and moved around til I felt a thick flesh at my hole. I heard some people counting down and as the new years ball dropped, my body was dropped onto the cock that I was at my hole for few seconds all at once. I screamed but no one cared

I have many experiences of piss-fucking, but two stick in my mind... First one was in a now-closed cottage through a gloryhole. I put my cock through and the guy started sucking me off. He then grabbed my cock tightly and swiflty turned himself around and put it up his arse bare - as if he was trying to trick me into fucking him raw (no need for that - I'd do it gladly!). Started fucking him, but felt the urge to piss and started filling him up. He took a bit, but then took my cock out - clearly he didn't want it! Carried on pissing through the hole. Second memory was in a cruise club in Amsterdam. One guy was bent over with a few guys gathered around, including myself, taking it in turns to fuck him. One guy seemed to pause and I realised he was pissing inside the bottom. When he pulled out, I could hear and see some piss coming out and quickly moved into position to plug the hole and proceeded to have one of the sloppiest fucks of my life - I told him to keep pushing it out and I got covered in the piss as I was fucking his loose hole. Both of those memories still turn me on, but have done it many times and if I've had enough water, can piss during fucking (don't need to wait until after cumming) - so if you want me to load you, get in touch.

The leather bar was crowded with guys in leather or rubber wearing chaps, long and short ones, jocks, different colors of hanky’s and a couple wearing collars. I was more the shy submissive type, but open for erotic scenes with the right person or atmosphere. I was wearing jeans and a T-Shirt, yet still looked cool since I have a nice body, at 6’2, 210 lbs, with a nice bubble butt and 9 inch package, which was hidden in the jeans. After checking the scene trying not to feel uncomfortable, the bartender said, I would have more fun in a hot outfit, so why not check-out the store in the back; he was nice enough to give me a 50% discount card to entice me to go there. After the last sip of beer, I headed to the shop. It was the usual; kind of small with 2 rows of fetish clothes, toys from the small to XL dildo’s & plugs, masks, blindfolds, magazines, lubricants, restraints and so on. I walked about, checked a few prices and admired one of the largest dildos. The sales clerk was hot looking dressed in black rubber chaps, jock, and rubber tank top. He came over to chat and check out what interested me, asking if I liked big toys with a smile. I said yeah, but probably not this big. You never know if you do not try, and asked if I liked anything else in the store. He noticed I liked what he was wearing and eyed me up and down; I think I can find something that would fit you and your character he said. He stated it would be the perfect outfit for me. He saw my hesitation and nervousness and walked to the door and closed it. Smiled and led me to a row of rubber clothes. He picked the short thigh high chaps with two brown stripes down the sides. He convinced me to try them with a bit of protest. The changing area was in the corner with a 3 sided mirror and no curtain. Standing naked, my totally smooth body and shaved cock, balls, and ass surprised him. I had worked my nipples over the years and they were thick and long protruding about a ½ inch. He said I was full of surprises with a wink. He squirted lotion in his hand and massaged my shoulders, back and chest. This helped me slide a very tight rubber tank which only had a small strip of rubber in the middle chest area up to the collar over my head. He chose one which was one size too small which cut under my chest pushing muscle and fat up making it seem as if I had tits and leaving my hard puffy nipples exposed. To finish this off, he pulled more muscle and fat tissue up making more of my tits hang over the tight black rubber tank top. I was getting horny and felt sexy with my cock leaking precum, which he of course noticed. Again the clerk greased his hands and rubbed my thighs and ass, I moaned as his finger hit my hole. The lotion helped the chaps slide up my thighs and fit very snug and under my butt checks. As I looked into the mirror, I could see my bubble butt more pronounced and my tits hanging nice against the black rubber. I liked how white my tits and ass looked against the black rubber. The clerk added a studded rubber collar around my neck and rubber wrist bands with one an orange stripe and the other with a brown stripe. I looked more than hot, but told him I was uncomfortable with the brown and orange strips, which signaled I was into scat and anything goes. He spoke soft and slowly and told me how hot I was, his hands caressed my ass and I slowly bent over. He mentioned how submissive I had become and told me to stay bent over and wait. I could see him in the mirror as he came back holding a fat butt plug with a rubber tube. He was again surprised that the butt plug went into my ass fairly easy, and I moaned loudly to show my pleasure. He began pumping the ball attached to the tube. Instead of inflating I felt hot liquid being squirted in my hole. The plug stayed in my hole as he led me to a chair and told me to sit in a direct manner. I sat down with the plug going in further. He came back with some boots and a rubber jock also with an orange stripe, and asked if I was having fun. The smile on my face said yes, and I felt tingly, warm and relaxed all over. He said my hole could take more than he thought, and I nodded in agreement. As a final touch he had a little dye kit and proceeded to dab my nipple area making a reddish/brown 1.5 inch wide areola. He said it would last 2-3 days even if wet. From another bag he produced a fake tattoo which said PIG and pasted it on my right ass check as I stood up. He said I would make a hot pig slave and asked if I wanted to smoke some T which he had already gave me in my ass. I nodded and we walked to a little storage room where we smoked, or I should say I did. I wanted to stop, but he kept lighting another pipe. I was feeling relaxed and losing all inhibitions as seconds ticked by. He took out the plug and showed me a rubber latex glove. I smiled and bent over to the sounds of latex stretching over his hand and a plastic bottle squirting lube. He handed me some poppers as I felt his fingers at my hole. Normally it takes time to fist me, but he kept the pressure on and pushed hard as I banged forward against the wall. I was gasping and hitting more poppers as his fist past my sphincter. He said to breathe and take and big popper hit. His fist was going half way out and back in as I started to accept and relax. He said to take a deep popper breath up to five seconds, hold it, a repeat 5 times. He counted the popper hits as my head spun. He yanked his fist out and I yelled as he punched it back in hard making me hit the wall in front of me again. He repeated this and after 5 of these hard thrusts his rhythm slowed as he easily fisted me my loose asshole. I was catching my breath and coming down from the poppers as he stopped and he patted my ass. He said he likes sub guys with hungry holes which I took as a compliment. My hole felt the cool air as it stayed a bit open and we shared a few more T hits. I put on my jock, looked at myself in the mirror. Fixed my hair, and was very pleased with orange and brown stripped rubber outfit, tits sticking out with large fat reddish/dark nipples, and a protruding bubble butt. The clerk said the clothes and poppers are on the house, kissed me and put a handful of lube in my ass and said he wanted to dominate me later, I responded with smile and left. I reentered the bar area, walked straight through the crowd, who defiantly noticed a tall guy wearing a collar, pig tattoo with large man tits & nipples and bubble butt looking for attention. The beer tasted good and the bartender complemented me on my outfit, and said love the tits. The rubber tank top pushed them up nice and I could squeeze a large handful. I walked to the side of the bar, leaning a little forward thrusting my ass out. Guys would walk by, pinch it, and a few complimented me on my outfit and colors telling me to follow them to the darkroom downstairs. The T hits took care of my shyness as hands rubbed my butt. As a few fingers found my well lubed hole, they would hmmm and say niicceee and I parted my legs wider, teasing them, moaning as fingers darted over my ass and into my hole. I was amazed how this outfit attracted so much attention. One guy got close to me, whispered in my ear, tongued it, and slowly stuck his long neck beer bottle in my ass, took it out licked it and said he’d wait for me downstairs. I was feeling great, as I walked shaking my ass to the stairs leading to the darkroom. It was dimly lit with a TV showing porn in the far corner. I could barely see shadows of guys. It smelled musky and I could hear butt slapping and heavy breathing sounds. Few guys were on their knees giving blowjobs and others standing against the walls. I walked about and noticed a bed with plastic covers and a few partitions with guys behind them get blow jobs. In the distance I heard more guys coming down stairs. The room was filling up covering what little light there was. I bumped into a sling hanging from the ceiling. It was dark, but I could just see a bit as my eyes adjusted. I stood by the sling taking off my jock and took a few loud hits of poppers which others could hear as I snorted. I felt a hand then a second and maybe a third on my ass, I moaned signaling that I liked it. Other hands pinched my nipples and pulled them hard while I felt a warm mouth on my cock. I said oh yeah, yeah numerous times, moaning, wiggling my ass, opening my mouth as a tongue hit my tongue. Fingers kept going in and out of my hole, sometimes 1, 2, 3, and 4, roughly stretching my hole in the darkness. I was being kissed hard as I felt pressure against my hole and I took a big loud popper hit which signaled I want more. I spread my legs apart and felt a pop as the unknown fist slid up my asshole. Before I knew it I was being raised up with a fist in my ass and placed in the sling; my legs put into stir-ups. I was still moaning and saying yeah, oh yeah. I could see the silhouettes of guys at my side stroking their cocks and the one fisting me. They could hear me taking more popper hits. My hole was making loud sloppy noises as the fister was turning his hand from side to side, in and out. The slings chains were creaking as I was swaying forward and back being fisted slowly. I heard the sound of a squeezed plastic bottle and felt cool lotion all around my hole. Someone stretched my arms back to the side and fastened them to the sling. The stir-ups were moved wider apart allowing better access to my hole. I was completely tied spread eagle at their mercy. My breathing was heavy as I said, poppers, poppers. I felt a capsule under my nose, and the guy said sniff hard which I did, but he said harder and I felt a stinging sensation in my nostril, then another capsule was in my left nostril which I greedily sniff in my hazed state. This was repeated once more when I heard the guy say that ought to do it as he put the T away. My head was held still as a very wet pooper ball was being inserted in each nostril. My head was spinning, I was in a dark haze, breathing heavy and saying oh yeah numerous times as the fister slowly fisted me asshole. My fat nipples were being pulled hard, and two guys were taking turns fisting me, switching left hand to right hand, from slow to fast from punch fisting to slow fisting. The poppers were hitting me hard and I could feel more pressure every second or third punch and then gasped as two fists were jammed in my hole. My body bucked back and forth, they guys told me to breathe slowly while my ass accepts both fists. They also were calling me a pig, squirting more lube in my ass. My nipples were still being pulled as the sling began to move back and forth very slowly. The double fists slowly moved forward and back, only half way out and back in. Stretching my sphincter more than ever and finally the fisting stopped, and the fists were removed. My hole felt the cool air as it stayed partially open. The sling stopped moving, popper balls were taken out of my nose, and I was being kissed forcefully and a warm mouth was on my cock. I was again moaning as a cock entered my stretched out hole. Someone lit a cigarette or a pipe and I could see a long haired tattooed guy fucking my hole and said he had taken T all day and will piss up my hole. Again I felt the warm and tingling sensation. Tied spread eagle to the sling I could not move as two more guys pissed up my hole giving me more T sending my head spinning The sling chains were making noise; instead of being released the front of the sling was being raised at an angle. A light in the distance was turned on, giving a bit more light. I could see a guy taking a large scoop of Crisco and spreading around and in my hole. It felt cool and nice. A pipe appeared in front of my mouth and my balls were squeezed so I inhaled deep and was told to hold it for 30 seconds. This was repeated 3 or 4 times. The smile returned to my face as capsules filled with T was given to each nostril. I was getting off being told what a pig I was as 2 wet popper balls entered my nose again. I opened my mouth wide trying catch a fresh breath of air, but a rubber ball with a strap was placed in my mouth and strapped around my head. This made sure I inhaled poppers with each breath. I could see the grin by the guy smearing large amounts of Crisco and J-Lube from a bottle on my hole. He was grinning as he was lubing his hands and arms. My butt was angled down so he could push straight and up as the sling swayed upwards. I was flying enjoying his fingers. He was telling me to let loose, relax, let the body take it. He was going deep and the poppers were beyond belief. My hole was opening up as he was so gentle. I did not notice he was all the way to the elbow and a bit further as the sling swayed towards him. Others egged him on to fist the pig which turned me on. Pressure increased, but not as before, but I still gasped as his second fist entered my ass. My breathing was very heavy as new wet popper balls were added to each nostril. These popper balls were thicker and stretched my nostrils. Almost immediately my body was bucking and humping his fists. He took this as a signal to give me more. My tits and nipples were being pulled on harder than ever. Of course the guys around were calling me pig, slut pig, cunt, fucking pig whore. I was being punched fisted with two fists and with each sway of the sling my hole accepted more and more of double fisting and my nipples hurt from the stretching. Eventually, my hole gave up resistance and my hole accepted the double fisting with sloppy sounds with each thrust. The noise from farting air, sloppy lube sounds were turning me on and all I could do was moan and meet each thrust. The sling was moving quickly back and forth, as my hole was being abused. My ass was stretching wider as the motion of the sling forced the double fists further in my ass. The onslaught finally stopped and my hole gaped open. Lighters were used to get a good look. I laid my head back, breathing poppers slowly in and closed my eyes. The long haired tattooed guy came back, fingered my sloppy hole, and inserted his fist easily without resistance and he slid his cock along side is hand. He held his cock in my hole while he pissed in my ass while others watched. The Sales clerk was there who whispered in my ear, that I was incredible. The lights came on and he announced it was 4:00 and the bar is closed. A few guys complained, but all slowly went upstairs. I was still hooked in the sling and closed my eyes and enjoyed being naked spread eagle and feeling cool air on my gaping hole. I found out later the sales clerk said he was my master to the guys upstairs and would have a private after hours party for only kinky dominate guys. In essence he pimped me out for $50 for each person that wanted to party. The guys that stayed went into the shop for supplies and come down the stairs. Six guys entered the lit darkroom wearing black rubber masks totally naked. The lights were dimmed, but I could see pretty well, and they looked hot as hell. The clerk came over to me. He also looked hot in the black rubber mask, and said from now on to call him master and I was his slave, who will do anything he says or he would punish me. I said yes master. He unhooked me from the sling, and helped me up. I was shaky, piss and lube was running out of my ass. I was led over to the bed where larger dildo´s awaited my ass. One was very tall, 20inches and 3 inches wide at the top and quickly went to 4 and then 5 inches. I was told to bend over as more lube was added. The dildo was on the floor as I then kneeled on it accepting the upper 3inch wider part easily. I was given a blind fold and left there for a few minutes. I heard the guys tell me to rock up and down, which I slowly did, but only 1 or inches went in and out. My master told me to hold out my arms. I heard other guys light lighters and snort which I assumed was for some T. Master told me I would be buzzing now as I felt a prick in my arm. The rush hit me quickly. A very strong warm sensation, which made we expel my breath. I felt more relaxed and horny than before. The blindfold came off and I heard my Master say to start filming. Here I was, six guys horned up, wearing black rubber masks and me on a fat dildo. As a final touch wet cotton popper balls were stuffed in my nose. Once the rush hit I was humping the dildo, grunting, trying to slide as much as I could down the dildo. The poppers were making my body buck up and down. A cock was stuffed in my mouth which I sucked noisily, gagging as it hit my throat. My mouth switched from cock to cock, grunting. They called me piggy names and I loved it, all the while the dildo was going deeper which I never noticed. Hands would hold the back of my head and they would gag me and throat fuck me. Two guys were fucking the guys I was sucking from behind, hot cum shot in my mouth and Master said to open my mouth to show the cum while they filmed me swallowing. One guy shot his load in the guys ass, and my Master said to eat the load out of the ass. I was grunting like a pig, as a shit covered cock was placed in front of me. I hesitated to suck it as a flogger from my master hit my backside. My mouth opened and the shit covered cock was pushed in. My lips wrapped around the shaft, it tasted bitter, as I cleaned it thoroughly, licking it clean. A hairy ass appeared which smelled of shit and I could see brown smear in the crack. My tongue was out of my mouth ready as I felt a hand on the back of my head pushing me between the dirty hairy crack. The popper balls in my nose hid the smell as I licked deep into the hole. Shit was on my mouth cheeks and chin as I looked up and closed my eyes as hot piss washed my face and I drank as much as I could to wash down any shit in my mouth. I was kneeling as my legs were pulled up and out in front of me. I screamed as my full weight was now on the dildo forcing my hole wider and I slide 5 inches down the shaft. My butt was stretched 5 inches wide and 15 inches deep. The guys were yelling for me to take it, and additional wet popper balls were added in my nose. I was smiling and wiggling my ass as the last inches went in. It was incredible feeling. I was a bit delirious as my Master laid me back on the bed which has plastic sheets. I laid back and the dildo would ease out a few inches, but a masked guy would slide it back in place. My legs were pushed over my head and spread wide apart. A rope from the ceiling came down to tie my legs over my head keeping my ass exposed which was stretched wide with the fully inserted dildo. My Master told one of the guys to go into the store and get the display dildo which he uses as a door stopper. In the meantime the tattooed guy was squatting over my face. I could see his puckered hole and heard the farting as his hole slowly opened. My mouth was open wide as he eased shit out which landed in the back of my throat. I hesitated to swallow until, master hit me with the flogger, but some still eased from my lips to the side of the bed. Master switched punishments and tied my balls tight with a ball stretcher. My balls were compacted and exposed which he abused until I started swallowing shit directly and quickly. The faster I swallowed the less I tasted. The display dildo has a rounded top which was a good 5inches wide, and widened to 6 and 7 inches and was tall as a table; I do not think it was meant to be used as a dildo. Master pulled the dildo out of my ass. It left a huge gaping hole. He asked if anyone need to piss and 3 guys proceeded to piss in my gaping hole. I was more than high and the T piss just added to it. More lube was added to my hole; my hole gave little resistance to my master piston fisting and double fisting me as a warm up for the display dildo. He held the massive dildo with both hands and placed the dildo at my hole and pushed forward and I pushed out, when I stopped pushing out it went in a few centimeters. Other guys were rubbing my stomach, pulling my nipples; the stretch in my hole was not painful, as I was totally relaxed from T and loose. I would grunt and push out numerous times as my master kept the pressure on. The guys were quiet as my hole stretched wider. I totally relaxed my legs apart as the massive dildo was moved 3 inches forward and back. One of the masked guys took the back end of the dildo while my Master kneeled over me with his balls and cock on my nose. I could see his hole puckering as a fart exited. My tongue licked his asshole as he squeezed out a long thick hard log. My mouth opened wide, and the shit filled it completely. He put more popper balls in my nose and told me to bite it off. I sucked on the warm log and bite it and chewed as fast as possible and swallowed a large amount. My legs were still tied wide and back over my head, the massive dildo was rocking back and forth 3-5inches in and out. My hole was adjusting while guys were filming, petting my cock and balls, petting and licking my nipples. Master said good slave while I swallowed the first part of the log and gently patted my forehead and said good slave as my mouth opened for more shit. The tattooed guy mixed a hard T slam which further sent me to the edge. Master got up, picked some shit off the plastic, put it in my open mouth and inserted the rubber ball gag in my mouth and strapped it around my head. He ordered the guys to untie me and pick me up and make sure the dildo stays in my ass, which was only 6 inches in me, to the sling. He turned the music up, gave me more popper balls, and tied my legs spread apart and hands to the sling. The dildo was crotch height and Master held it there as a big strap-on. He moved his hips back and forward, the sling swayed back and forth, my weight in the sling made it come backwards quickly which Master pushed against sending the dildo further in my hole and the sling rocking forward. I was grunting loud and the guys were yelling to take it. My eyes were large; the rubber gag forced me to breathe through the wet popper balls, with each deep breath I was sent to popper heaven. My hole stretched further as the fucking rhythm was increased. Sloppy noises were coming from my ass as he took it all out and forced it back in. My hole stayed gaped open for each thrust. My hole was being ruined and I was enjoying the perversion of it. The party was soon over as I lay still, tired, in the sling. Guys were leaving; I was untied, and helped to stand up. My master brought a bucket of water and gave me a sponge bath. It felt nice as the warm water washed my body from head to toe. My butt was still gaping since I could feel the sponge dropping in my hole as it passed over it. I walked slowly upstairs to put on my jeans and shirt. The tattooed guy, whose name was Jim, was still there and said he, lived around the corner where I could rest. I agreed and was soon at his apartment and on the bed lying on my stomach, resting my head on the pillow. The T was still making me relax and I enjoyed Jim massaging my shoulders, back, butt and legs. His hand would pass over my hole and I would wiggle my ass and moan. His fingers reached my hole and my butt lifted upwards signaling him to enter my ass. We stayed in bed for the rest of the day massaging my hole. At some point Jim was on his stomach, my face was deep in his crack placing my lips around his asshole, he was moaning, and the more I sucked he knew what I wanted as shit eased out. I kept my face in his crack and ate his entire load. Our lives changed as I am a slave to two dominate perverted masters. They keep my hole stretched which is now has a 3 inch long slit like a pussy and my diet contains daily shit. I look forward to each day offering my ass and mouth for them to use.

Firstly, this is a true story although I might have changed a few names and to make it read OK, I can’t remember all the conversations so a bit of poetic license. The picture on my profile is me, hello, and I’m athletically fit and work out regularly with a good firm stomach and defined six pack. I’ve also got a nice eight inch uncut cock and smooth bubble butt (which I keep hairless as I love a smooth ass). I’m 31 and HIV positive and have been since November 2013 but my conversion was not an accident, rather it came about because I wanted to get bred in style, so to speak, and I specifically hoped I would to convert after playing at a BB party which was held in early August, 2013, and which was specifically hosted for those chasing. The party had been organised by Jeremy, (Jez), a 46 year old positive guy living in Acton in West London who advertised the party on BBRT. His profile specifically stated he was positive and that he had a high viral load. If you’ve ever requested a party invitation on BBRT you’ll know that if the guy isn’t online he may take some time to come back to you. So it was on this occasion. Although when I sent my request, there were already 30 odd guys who were listed as going. Perusing the list showed guys ranging in age from 24 to 56 and since this is the real world, they weren’t all super fit studs, (sadly) or more-or-less those with whom I would want to play, but there were definitely a few guys on there that floated my boat. One in particular, a 32 year old muscle hunk named Jamie was certainly fucking hot and dangerously positive. The party requirements were for neg bottom or versatile guys and for ideally poz guys with high viral load. Undetectable guys would be invited if there was space. The poz guys also needed to be top or versatile. The party acceptance list showed that there were about 16 poz guys going and 14 neg or no status on their profile, which, of course, could mean more poz guys. Either way it looked like good odds to get knocked up. And to me, well I’m a gay guy living in London. I moved here when I was in my late teens for University and ended up staying as I love the place. Not to mention it is great for a single gay slut boy like myself who needs it as often as he can and as dirty as he can, although to be fair I’d become more and more depraved as I gotten older. I’d been barebacking totally since I was 25 having had a few fuck buds I’d do it with before then. Then I just realised I loved it raw so sauna sex became all the easier as no one really bothered with rubber in there anyway. God knows how I managed to stay neg until 29, but I did. And I knew I had taken poz loads. In fact on those few occasions where I was being fucked by a guy who had either told me upfront that he was poz, or who was sporting the bio hazard tattoo, the sex was more thrilling than any I had had before. The thrill came from the specific danger that the top could change my life for ever. It was why I knew I needed to be pozzed: so I could breed too. A few days before the party, I still not had received an acceptance to my request, and I seriously thought about cancelling my request as I was playing over the likely scenario in my mind, which led to the question 'What the fucking hell was I doing?' But I didn’t cancel and the day before the party I (and another 20 or so guys) received an acceptance, so the prospective headcount was somewhere around 50 guys with the result I found myself hoping the host had a big house. Naturally I looked over the list of attendees, and to my pleasure I found quite a few by whom I wanted to be fucked. The guys ranged in age from 20 to 60, and about 60% were listed as poz, which led me to think 'We neg boys are gonna be fucked to death. Literally'. The party was an overnight affair starting on Saturday afternoon and finishing Sunday afternoon and so the day of the party I made sure my man cunt was douched thoroughly, and I also pre-stretched, using my biggest dildo. I took the tube and arrived at the party house at 2:00 PM, an hour before the official starting time of 3:00 PM. The party house was a huge Victorian semi-detached villa with at least four floors that I could see from the street. As I approached I found several other early arriving guests who were being checked-in by a man who was ticking off names on a clipboard. Although I had downed a couple of beers before I left my house, I sensed a bit of awkwardness, so I specifically greeted the guys who were waiting in line. The guy at the door was a cute lad, mid 20’s, athletic and dressed in shorts only so you could see his nice smooth chest and pert little nipples. He was friendly with a nice smile. “Profile name?” he asked, looking me over. “I’m Adame24” I said and he looked at his clipboard. “Yep got you” he said ticking my name off. “Neg boy” he said, smiling back at me. “Not for long, I hope,” I replied, returning his smile. “Make your way in and you’ll find the dining room on the left is the locker room. Take you kit off and store your clothing in a bag then head to the lounge. It’s naked only” he instructed. “Thanks” I replied stepping past him into the hallway. “I’ll check you out later” he said, winking at me. I grinned back as I walked through the door he had identified. I presumed from his last statement he was poz and without a doubt I looked forward to taking his load. I found three other guys getting undressed as I entered and they all looked at me and grinned as I started removing clothes. I followed the guys down the hall and towards the music and chatter. The house was very big and entering the lounge it seemed long and vast and quite full of naked guys. Even allowing for the fact that the party had 50 acceptances, you could reasonably expect some wouldn’t turn up but I’d have to say there was over 40 guys there. I didn’t really know where to go at first but I saw a large table set up with drinks so headed for it, and in route I got quite a few glances from the guys, even if when squeezing past the men, my cock was somewhat timid, even if I would say even if flaccid my cock was still impressive. There were all sorts of guys here and I scanned around looking for Jamie. I hadn’t yet seen him but I did spot a few other muscled up lads, the younger guys weren’t bad either especially one who looked like a teenager and was getting plenty of stares. Some of the older guys too were doing it for me although there were some that had plainly gone to seed but none were really fat so I guessed our host had been picky in his acceptances. I felt my ass being handled and turned to see a guy of my age, he had shaved head and short stubbly beard but his bod was as taught as mine. He was hot and, judging by his semi-erect cock, he had a big one. “Hey fella” he remarked in what sounded to be an Australian accent. “Hi, you okay?” I asked as I turned to face him. “That’s one fine ass,” he replied, grinning broadly. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.” “You chasing?” “I am," I replied with a smile. “Superb, mate,” he said. I notice his cock was swelling-up as we talked. “You?” I asked suspecting he was about to say what I wanted to hear. “No mate, I’m gifting” he answered, giving me a welcoming smile. I smiled while my cock got hard. Before we could do anything about it the music suddenly went silent and someone cleared his throat loudly. “Guys could I have your attention please.” I looked over as the naked bodies parted to show our host, Jez, stark naked too with a massive dick hanging between a reasonably toned body. He was a fine looking Daddy type with nice pecs and some chest hair. “Guys, welcome to my house. I’m Jez and I’ve organised this weekend’s soirée to help out a few of my negative friends and also some of my positive ones. Firstly, I love breeding and here tonight are 28 like minded guys who love to breed and pass on their DNA.” There was a few ripples of nervous laughter as he paused. “We are also joined by 16 negative boys who are totally fucked up presumably and chasing positive loads,” he continued again with a smattering of laughter. “So for the rules. You may use all but the very top floor which is roped off. All the rooms and beds are made for whatever depraved fucking you want to get up to. If you’re into piss could you do that in the bathrooms and please, no scat tonight.” He said looking towards two guys who looked away at his stare. Presumably he knew something about them we didn’t. “There’s lube all-round the house and anyone found using a condom will be asked to politely fuck off. You'll find drinks in this room and also you’ll find a stash of Viagra, poppers, tooth brushes and weed in here. If you’ve got anything harder then please feel free although please don’t burn my house down. There are towels in all the bathrooms and please shower as often as you want. We have food in the kitchen so help yourself.” “So the main event: all you neg guys are bottom or versatile so please pick up a red arm band from the table so we know who you are. Everyone else is obviously a top. And so you know, every top is not only positive but has a high viral load. A few boys clinically have AIDs. There are no undetectable guys here. Neg boys, make sure you try and take everyone’s load before you revisit guys again. You can’t refuse a cock either so get pissed and high and get horny for us breeders. Dirtier the better please. Some of us tops are versatile and I can understand a top taking cock while waiting for his erection to 'recharge', but make sure you're a top, make sure you take cock from the versatile neg boys so as not to waste any charged loads on a poz lad. Finally, tonight is about converting 16 neg fuckers into breeders. We have our duty cut out for us, boys, so let’s get dirty.” With that he finished his introductory speech and there was a polite round of applause and cheers. I turned back to the table and saw a pile of red arm bands. Slowly guys were picking them up and I did too wearing it on my right arm, my badge of shame. Negative and ready to be deflowered. The Aussie top grabbed my ass again and turning we kissed hard as he gripped my now erect cock. “Let’s find some space” he said, pulling me by my cock. He tugged me, letting go as we made our way passed bodies to an inviting leather chair in the corner. Aussie sat down and with his now erect 7 inches of thick cock pointing up he pulled me down and we kissed again. He started to jack my cock but I went down on him and took him fully in my mouth devouring his thick manhood. I licked the precum off and worked him hard while he moaned and pushed my head down hard, face fucking me a little. After a while he told me he wanted to fuck me so I swivelled round taking some lube and fingering it up my hole and smearing his cock. I slowly lowered myself down onto him as he sat there. He pushed up to meet my cunt and I felt his cock slowly penetrate my ring. I’d stretched my hole well today so I easily slid down his dick feeling him inside me. I started to lift up then dropped back down as I felt him meet my rising and falling. His cock felt good and my own banged against my stomach as I fucked him, sniffing on a bottle of poppers. We did this for a few minutes but I wanted to kiss my top so I got off, turned and knelt my legs either side of him and slid back down onto him again. Now I could kiss him which we immediately did and Aussie boy started fucking me. It felt so good being fucked and I steadied myself on the arms of the chair as he plowed my cunt. He was grunting louder and louder, “You want my poz load bitch?” he grunted through thrusts. “Fuck me, poz me “, I moaned back. He suddenly went into overdrive and fucked me fast and deep before I felt him slow and groan loudly. He held me hard on his shaft as I felt his cock twitch in me. His highly toxic load was pumping deep in my guts. We kissed hard while he kept his cock inside me making sure I got every drop. Finally we broke the kiss and I got off him. I could feel drips coming down my leg and reaching down I wiped it up with my hand. Looking at the liquid on my fingers I licked them clean savouring his and my juices. “Dirty bitch” he said grinning at me. “Fuck you later” and with that he got up and walked off. I got back to the table and watched a number of guys fucking before I saw my next breeder coming towards me. It was a younger guy of early twenties and he wasn’t what you’d call fit but he was good looking and smooth. His cock looked to be 6 inches or so and quite thick. “Follow me” he said, which I did obligingly We walked out the lounge and upstairs, I could hear fucking going on everywhere with moans, grunts, smacking and screams audible from every direction. My next top led me to a small room which had two floor mats. Two guys were already on one fucking like mad and he pulled me down on the other. No small talk, he knew what he wanted and pushed me on my back, lifting my legs up to expose my hole. He had lubed his cock and was plunging it into me within moments. I lay back watching him fuck me, his face was emotionless and he stared into my eyes pumping in and out of me. I grabbed his face and pulled it down and we kissed hard, our tongues dueling together.“Fuck me baby.” I moaned at him biting his bottom lip. He doubled his efforts and was hammering away at me for ages. The two guys besides us had obviously cum and they got up only to be replaced by another couple. Usually I like plenty of positions if I’m being fucked this long but he seemed to like missionary best and after a while I could sense he was close. “You want my toxic cum?” he asked me through gritted teeth. “Yes baby” I replied “Breed me” He pumped what must have been a heavy load in my ass as he came with a long, loud moan, cumming hard. I could feel him inside me. We lay together for a few more minutes, his heart was pumping so fast and his cock stayed inside my cunt. Finally he got of me and without a kiss said, “Thanks” and left the room. I felt like such a slut but to the side I could see the two guys in their thirties fucking missionary too. I lay still and watched the guy on his back getting fucked and he saw me grinning with beckoning eyes. I moved over and we started kissing while the top was fucking him. He tasted of smoke but it was hot to French kiss him while his ass hole was being invaded by another lad. I heard the door open and looking up another guy had poked his head round, he saw my available ass hole and was down with me in moments. I carried on kissing the guy and felt my legs being lifted and a new cock invading my hole. This felt bigger and I turned to look at the guy now about to fuck me, he was 40's, OK build, bit hairy but clearly a good size cock on him. He also had a few bruises on his skin and deep sores which I guessed could mean he was one of the guys with Aids. I turned back to the lad being fucked and we continued kissing as I felt the first thrusts in me. For a few minutes we were both being fucked and I carried on with the hottie while being fucked by the older guy. The guy fucking him suddenly started groaning and slowed as he was clearly cumming in the guy’s ass. He grinned at us both and after a few moments pulled out and got up. The guy stayed on his back and pulled me into another kiss as my ass was getting a serious pounding now. This guy was doing a good job of stretching me and I was really enjoying his efforts. Finally after a few more minutes he started to slow and moan and looking round he came in me. I could feel his cock twitch as he dumped his load. “I hope you like Aids” he said as he pulled out of me. I looked round and thanked him as he left the two of us. “Lick me out” the guy lying next to me said. I grinned and went down on his sloppy ass hole, it was quite full of spunk and there was blood mixed in the residue dripping out. I feltched the guy. I do love licking loads out of used sloppy ass holes. He must have had a few loads in there as I got quite a mouth full. I didn’t swallow immediately and we ended up snowballing the toxic spluge together and sharing. “Do me” I said and he did the same for me, licking me clean. Again we kissed and snowballed. “You just bottom?” he said finally breaking the kiss. “No I top too” I said grinning back. “Cool lets meet later I’d love you inside me” he said and with that we kissed and got up, looking for more poz boys. I went back to the lounge and grabbed another beer, there were less guys in here now but still plenty of fucking going on. I grabbed another bottle of poppers and a tooth brush. The latter was there to rough the anal passage up so we’d bleed and help the virus invade our blood stream. I needed to know tonight was worth it so I decided to make certain. The rest of the afternoon and evening blurred into a right royal fuck session with various highs and a few lows. The highs were getting double penetrated by the host and his fuck slut boyfriend who turned about to be the fit lad on the door I’d met earlier. They were really hot and stretched me so wide on their big double bed. I got fucked by a nice toned black guy while I took a quick shower and was happy to down a few guys piss while they came in to use the toilet. Black cock fucking my ass and guys depositing their piss in my mouth. Of course I did get a bit spit roasted too. But the pièce de résistance came around 11pm when Jamie suddenly honed into view. I hadn’t seen this fucking stud all night so maybe he turned up late but he saw me, came straight towards me, grabbed me and we were kissing hard without saying a word to each other. His muscular arms were gripping me hard. I could feel his fat dick between us. “Come” he said in a deep voice. I got dragged to a bedroom and luckily the bed had just been vacated so he threw me backwards on the wet sheets. He pulled my legs up and went down on my exposed sloppy ass hole. His tongue was inside me faster than a ferret up a drain pipe. He was eating me out so good, with fingers invading me too. I wanked my cock as he rimmed me. Finally he came up for air, pulled me towards him roughly and then spat the spludge into my face and mouth. Then started licking it off before kissing me hard again. We shared it between us but this guy was in total control and was holding me down as he kissed me. He bit my lip too and was on my nipples painfully biting them. I like rough but this guy was going to be leaving marks, I could tell. His fat dick kept banging my stomach and I was so horny to feel it inside me but Jamie was in control of me. I gripped his tight and pert bum cheeks forcing him down onto me and lifting my legs to expose my cunt to his cock. He didn’t need asking twice, he pulled up, grabbed my legs and pushed them towards my chest, then aimed his fat dick at my hole and pushed straight in. He didn’t even wait and luckily I was loose enough to accommodate him, just. He still hurt though and I actually screamed out. “Shut it bitch” he commanded and I fell silent and bit my lip. He went into hammer drive pretty quickly too and was fucking me deep and fast. I just about kept up but since he was slapping my face and squeezing my throat, slowly shutting of my oxygen, I had other things to think about too. I was so turned on and honestly a little scared but too horny to care. He kept on plowing my ass hard and although I was having difficulty drawing breath I was enjoying it so much. He finally let go of my throat so I could breathe then pulled out. Flipped me over on my front and dragged me onto all fours towards his cock then plowed back into me and carried on fucking me. He got deeper if anything and I was in heaven as he hit all my spots. I heard the door open and some guys came in but Jamie told them to watch only or fuck off. It seemed I was his bitch and he didn’t want to share. The guys stayed and watched Jamie continued to pummel my cunt and was slapping my ass so hard, I knew I’d have hand marks for weeks. No word of a lie, over the next hour ish, he fucked me in so many positions taking ages to cum. He was amazing and just kept going, we did get a bit of an audience although I noticed it turned into guys fucking around us. When he eventually came I was riding him on his back as he practically pulled my nipples off. He groaned loudly as he pumped his jizz in me and I crashed down on his cock to squeeze every drop out of him. It was the most amazing fuck and honestly he’s up there as one of the best tops I ever fucked. A real stallion. I collapsed on top of his sweaty body and lay there feeling him breathing fast. He pulled my face to his and we kissed long and hard again. Now that he’d cum he’d turned into a lover boy and we lay kissing for ages, feeling each other. Finally I got off his dick which was still in me. He was still hard too but the rules said we had to take cock from everyone before repeats. I must admit I was ready to go again but he pushed me off and said later. I was a bit disappointed but only for a micro second as two other guys were clambering on the bed next to me and were clearly about to rape me too. I kept fucking until about 5am but there were a few guys flagging by now with couples snoozing together after presumably fucking first. I think I’d had about 15 loads by now and had cum a few times. I’d used the tooth brush to rough up my ass a couple of times too or if truth be told I’d used any I found lying around of which they all had blood on them already. My cunt was certainly loose and sore by now but I saw a space on the settee in the lounge and sat down for a quick nap. No sooner had I closed my eyes than my cock was being sucked and looking down I saw the guy I’d feltched earlier staring up at me with his lips round my shaft. He had a couple of fingers in my cunt too but I knew he wanted to ride me and after a while of sucking me he knelt over me and slid down on my cock. I hadn’t topped all night so it felt great to fuck him. We kissed loads and I liked gripping his throat and squeezing as I tweaked his nipples hard. He didn’t complain and we fucked for ages. I got him on all fours at one point and was slapping his ass with gay abandon. After finally dumping my load down his throat, as he wanted to taste me, we collapsed in a hot sweaty mass and ended up sleeping together for a while. I woke up with him at 8 and he kissed me and left to find someone else to breed him. I got some quick breakfast and couldn’t even manage that without getting a blow job from a cute 20 year old lad who was neg too. I told him to take his arm band off and we found a spot so I could fuck him, he was just too cute to resist. The rest of the morning I needed to make sure I got a few more loads and I couldn’t remember everyone who’d fucked me (with a few exceptions) so I just took what came my way. Now that’s a real slut for you! I took another six loads by midday but there was a definite air of finality by now as I suspected the tops were tiring and so by 2pm Jez called to everyone to come back to the lounge and slowly guys did. “OK guys, we’ll call it a day. All you neg boys please let me know your test results and I’ll post to everyone to see how many we converted. I hope you all get what you deserve you dirty fuckers” he said grinning. There was another round of applause and that was that. So here’s the thing, I know I took two dirty loads a week before the party. Yep I should probably have said that at the beginning but in my book it was this party that changed my life. Three weeks later I actually got fuck flu which I thought was a myth but I was ill for a week and sweated so bad. My glands were swollen for ages, I just couldn’t get right. I got tested in October and got a text message from the clinic on November 12th 2013 to say I was positive. Epilogue – Happy to say I met up with Jamie again and again and again. He’s so fucking hot. I’m also breeding my pretty little ass off although I’m currently undetectable.

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.

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

I stood at the entrance of club Orlando and was mixed with both fear and excitement. I had heard of this place many times before and was fixed on going when I did my research and saw it was a gay bathhouse. I had read many stories of times there and I wanted to go so badly to have as many cocks and loads shoved up my ass and down my throat. Most of all I was so hoping that I could find someone there to take my poz cherry. I went inside and paid for my membership and for a room and went in. Once I found my room I started to take my clothes off and took a moment to admire myself in the mirror on the wall. At 21 I stood at 6ft 2 and was 230 pounds of muscle thanks to the 6 years in the army. I kept my blond hair cut short out of habit but still managed to catch the eyes of anyone and everyone who looked and admired me. I wrapped my towel around my waist and made my way through the club to see what was going on there. I came on a night of a lights out party so the inside was dimly lit. I brushed by allot of thick hard cock and got my ass felt up many times as I ventured further into the bathhouse. I saw the theater room and the dark room they had there and caught a twink getting pounded on the table in the dark room. I stood there for a little while stroking my cock enjoying seeing the twink squealing for the bear that was fucking him to go harder and faster. The bear let out a mighty growl and yelled that his pussy was about to get his toxic load and I had to stop and walk away before I came myself since I didn't want to cum just yet. I made sure to make a mental note of what the bear looked like so I too could possibly take his toxic load in my ass too. I made my way out to the pool where I saw a nice cabana next to it lined up with many chairs to enjoy the time by the pool but there wasn't much there for me to get into. I walked back along and saw two guys making out in the hot tub and decided to keep on moving on. I saw the room that was in the far corner and decided to go in and see what was going on and if I could join. There was allot of guys milling around in here all in different stages of fucking. I saw the twink I saw in the darkroom earlier in the sling getting fucked hard by a monstrous man. I stood there admiring what I was seeing, the man was at least 6ft 4 and very muscled and covered in tattoos. I could see the biohazard tattoo at the top of his back and two of them one on each asscheek. I couldn't help myself any longer and went to kneel on the floor behind him and spread his ass to devour his hole. I could taste a few loads that he pushed out into my willing mouth. The mix of the cum and his ass juices made me moan. I tried to shove my tongue as far as I could and didn't even realize that there was another guy that got right behind me and started to thrust into my ass. It went in without any resistance and they went in balls deep right in making me moan loudly into the ass I was eating and with a savage hunger I went in deeper into his ass. The guy who was fucking me was holding no bar against plowing my ass and it felt so amazing. He reached around and grabbed my nipples and started to twist them making me moan even louder. Get ready bitch you're about to get my fully charged up aids load he whispered in my ear. Hearing I was about to get my first poz load of the night with hopefully more to come I dug my face in as deeply as I could into he ass in front of me as the guy slammed into me one last time and I could feel his pent up aids load gysering up into my rectum making me feel full and warm as ever. I kept up on feasting this guys ass and could feel his ass clench onto my tongue and I knew he was loading up the twink in the sling with a nice load of poz cum and I hoped I would be next.

Copied from Reddit I've thought that I was bisexual since my early teens. I was always inserting anything phallic and smooth into my ass when nobody was around. My favorite was a cologne bottle I had received as a gift when i turned 14, it was about 6" long and about 1.5" in diameter and with a little work and plenty of lotion it would slide right in. It, without a doubt, made me cum so hard during my alone time. Fast forward 6 years and I was sent to my first duty station in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Fresh out of BMT (showering in basic was fun for me lol) and horny as hell. Having only had sex a couple of times with a couple girls before enlisting, then 8 weeks of basic I was ready to have some fun. I had heard some guys on my flight talking about some of the girls they had fucked over the weekend from Craigslist. So when I was released for the day I set up a dump email and quickly made a post looking for a uniform chaser to suck my dick (I'd never actually gotten head at this point in my life). About 6 hours later I got a response . She said that she was a 37 year old First Shirt from the guard unit outside my base and was interested in hooking up. Being as she had access to the base I told her was dorm I was and that the doors would be cracked. She told me to be waiting on my bed naked and the lights off. I quickly removed my clothing and had a HUGE hard-on. Cracked the doors and shut off the lights and laid there in waiting. I heard the first door creak open and instantly my heart started pounding, scared that my roommate was coming into the dorm. We had separate rooms but shared a kitchen and bathroom. It couldn't be him, he was very rarely in his dorm. I just laid there in the dark to scared to move, heart racing, but still had a rock hard cock. There was silence for a moment but then the door to my room slowly opened and I could just make out the silhouette of a person entering my room and instantly my senses started telling me something wasn't quite right. I laid there as this stranger got down on their knees and gently tugged on my thighs gesturing me to get closer to the edge of the bed. I did as they asked, scared, horny, and very curious to see what happened next. As they started to lower their mouth to the tip of my cock, the warmth of their breath and the wetness of their mouth about made me lose it. After a couple minutes of amazing cock sucking, I felt the bristle of HIS neatly shaven goatee on my sack. I started to freak out internally, this wasn't a woman sucking my cock, but a man. But it felt too good to stop him. I just layed there, frozen with shock. I didn't care what he had between his legs, his mouth had felt better than either of the girls pussies I had been with before. It took me about 40 minutes to cum because I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that I was letting a guy suck my cock. When I came, he swallowed every drop. I acted as though I didn't know that he was a he. After he left, I sent him an email asking why he hadn't just told me he was a man. He said he was too afraid and that he just wanted to suck a cock, he was married and his wife had no idea that he was interested in guys. I told him my name and he told me his. We'll just refer to him as "J" for privacy reasons. We exchanged a few more emails and set up another play date. I had opened up to him about my being bi-curious and would like to experiment more with him. A week went by and it was finally time to play again. My roommate had gone on leave for 3 weeks so I knew I wasn't going to have to worry about him walking in on me. J had a banquet that night and said he was going to be a little late cause he had to go home and change out of his blues. I asked him if he could just come over as soon as it was over, I was really excited and the thought of playing with a SNCO in their uniform was not something I wanted to miss out on. He agreed and around 2300 he entered my dorm, the lights were on but they were dim. I stood and met him at the door, J immediately got on his knees, pulled down my shorts and boxers and took my cock into his mouth. He placed his hands on my ass and pulled me closer as he took all 7" of my hard dick in. Then he put my hands on the back of his head gesturing me to use his mouth as a fuck toy. I obliged and a few minutes later I pulled up on his arms and had him stand up and started to undress him. I ran my hands down his sleeves and slowing counted his stripes 1 up and 5 down. To this day I still don't understand why but that was such a huge turn on for me. I removed his jacket then started to undo his belt and pants while he worked on his shirt. Soon he was standing there in his boxer briefs and I couldn't help myself and started rubbing his semi-hard cock through his underwear. I dropped to my knees and breathed on it like I'd seen in some pornos, then I slowly started to pull exposed his fully erect cock. I reached out and gently started to run my fingers up and down his shaft. A whole new feeling of excitement ran through my body, if you've ever held another mans cock in your hands you know exactly what I'm talking about. I told him that I didn't think I was quite ready to suck his dick quite yet and he told me that it was perfectly OK and to lay on the bed. I did as I was instructed and soon he was back to sucking my cock and getting me hard again. Then he asked if I was ready to take things a little farther and I told him I was. He had brought some lube and started to rub it all over my penis and his asshole. He put his feet on either side of me and lowered himself slowly onto my hard-on. Feeling my cock softly penetrating him almost sent me to the point of no return. Once he was fully seated he started grinding on me a little to loosen himself up a bit. His hole was perfect, and the way he rode me felt like ecstasy. He asked me to play with his cock while he bounced up and down on mine and I obliged. when I told him I was about to cum he started bouncing harder and faster. I couldn't take it much longer and filled him up with my cum. J stood up and went to get a towel with warm water and cleaned my cock off and his hole out. He started to gather his things and asked if there was anything else I would Like to try tonight. I thought to myself, should I let him fuck me? It's now or never, I reasoned. I asked if he would be the first man to fuck my ass. He got a big smile on his face and said of course. He told me to roll onto my stomach which I did quickly. All of a sudden I felt the cold sensation of what I assumed was lube being applied to my virgin ass. He asked if I was sure if this is what I want. Of course it was. So he started working his finger into my ass to get me to relax. After I felt relaxed I told him I was ready and I felt him climb over me and he started gently lowering his weight onto me. I started to get nervous when the tip of his cock started pushing against my tight hole. He was kind about it and would push a little then pull back, he repeated this motion a lot until my ass received his shaft. I let out a loud "OH FUCK", J asked if he hurt me. I told him it hurt a little, but more so it felt so fucking amazing. (At this point I knew I wasn't bi-curious, I am fucking bisexual! :D) J started to pick up the pace and pushed a little harder, asking if I was OK every few minutes. Of course I was OK, I was being fucked by his amazing cock. After about 15 minutes I felt his cock swell and he exploded inside me and I could feel his warm seed filling my stretched ass. After he pulled out his now soft dick I felt his cum spill out and drip onto my balls. J got another towel and cleaned us up, got dressed and left. I laid there, full of cum and used, and I had never felt better. Me and J hooked up quite a few more times over the next couple years before I got out and moved back home. If you'd like to hear more just let me know and I'll write those out too.

Practice, practice, practice! and when you’re done, practice some more lol but seriously, for depth training, get yourself a set of dildos varying in sizes, get comfortable with the smallest and move up till you reach that second hole (for me it’s the best part when I feel a top pushing through that part, my eyes roll lol) As for your hole, also a set of training plugs, and move up in sizes, push your limits on for how long you can keep it up your hole for the gangbang (but not just), you can always get some help to relax your holes with some good old poppers for me, being able to take dick for such long period of times is being in the right mindset (slut mode dialed up to 11 ?) x

When I just want to be a cumdump, I could care less what the guy looks like. All I require is that he has a hard dick. The only guys I'll turn away are guys that can't get hard or stay hard. In fact, many times at my anonymous breed & seeds, I'll have a sleeping mask on. I'll get fucked by a lot of guys and have absolutely no idea what any of them looked like. I have to say that some of the best tops I've ever had have been butt ugly. And if I was looking only for really attractive guys to fuck me, I would have missed out on some amazing tops. If he's got a hard cock and likes to fuck raw, my hole is his to use.

Come and empty yours balls in me sir Please!

A lot of dick will make you sore no matter what. However A larger dose of an nsaid pain reliever like ibuprofen or naproxen sodium will also help during extended sessions. Hydrocortisone cream will help after you are finished to keep swellling down.

I was at a sex party yesterday, this dude was very oral, all over me, gave the most amazing head; yeah, I'm a bottom but who doesn't like a good bj now and then, right? So at one point, he works his way down my leg and then starts kissing and sucking my feet and toes. HOLEEEE FUCK! I've never had that done before and it was fucking amazing, I mean it felt so good like orgasmic good, you know? I thought I was hard when he was sucking my cock but when he went to my feet, I got a stiffy like I haven't had since high school/ Try it. Find a guy into feet and let him do his thing. It's amazing!

The word used is just a token to represent your receptive sex organs. The token used between two people depends on the people, the situation, their kinks, what they need, etc. Sometimes the token in my head is [arse], sometimes [hole] or [boy hole], other times [cunt] or [pussy] or [asscunt] or [furrow] or [womb] or [seed chalice] or [fuck wound]. The token connects erotically with us and with those we hope will fuck and breed us through it. Feeling free about the token we can use means feeling free about what we can experience and surrender to in being fucked and bred by the largest number of men. And isn't that a good thing?

It doesn't bother me really, especially since I get fisted and take oversize toys in me so my asshole looks more like a cunt (which actually means "wedge") than a hole anyways.

It used to bother me too, DarkroomTaker. But I’ve got used to it, and now I find it quite hot. Our perception of certain words and phrases can change over time, depending on how they are used. I’m just grateful if a top is verbal/communicative enough to call it anything at all!

I had started a thread about tops banging trans girls who are as hot or hotter than cis girls, but no one participated. Mods, feel free to lock or delete that thread, if you find it redundant. Finally, I decided to do my own story, since no one else would start. "Esme" was received decently, but I felt it was buried in that thread, in that section, and fits better here. If Esme gets good response here, I'll write a sequel story where I fucked two girls-- one cis one trans-- both arty but hot, who were cousins (or claimed to be). If that does well, I've got more. It's not hard remembering, but these take a surprisingly long time to type. So its only worth it, if there's an audience. Even then, because of work and personal relationships, sequels may not come like clockwork. But if there's an audience, I'll try. ************\ ESME **All characters in this story are age 18 or over** **This story is not autobiographical, except when I made it appear autobiographical, as an in-joke ** Listen: "When our enemies deceive us, when our friends betray us, we are not to be consoled. Yet we feel nothing, nothing at all, when we deceive and betray ourselves." -De La Rochefoucauld, Maxims "I fake it so real, I am beyond fake..." - Hole, Courtney Love, Live Through This ****************** Alright/FADE IN: When I was younger I was a narcissistic jerk. I convinced a girl to move to Los Angeles with me by letting her think I was I love with her. Right after the move, I took a job working night security at a well-known building in Hollywood, until I could get something better that was at least half-reliable. When I would drive home I'd often stop at this little taco stand around Santa Monica and Highland, that was also in a strip mall with a 24hr store where I'd buy alcohol and whippets (nitrous oxide), porn, whatever. I should say that now that we were here (in LA), my girlfriend had way, way less value to me. She was ok looking, she looked like that girl who played Mary Jane in the Toby McGuire spider-man movies, but she never really turned me on. She was the kind of girl who liked cosplay, and her art sucked. Not sexy, whatever her looks. I'd still service her, and make her cum, and trick her into thinking I cared about her, but looked at it basically like a chore, almost worse than taking out the garbage, because I had to act like I liked fucking her, and I didn't have to pretend to the garbage. I'm still good looking now, but back then I was positively handsome; for a mental picture, I looked a lot like Jeremy Meeks, that ex con who became a successful model, and minor cultural icon; he eventually married a fairly hot wine heiress. Google him. Anyway, there were a group of girls, pretty obviously trans, and I assumed hookers, who used to hang out by the taco stand. Most of them looked kind of ok, but there was one who was very, very beautiful, I thought. An eight or even a weak nine on a scale of ten. I love Latinas, and while I prefer Puerto Rican to Mexican (generally different body types, culture, style) this chick really did it for me. Maybe she wasn't Mexican. She looked like a lot like Zoe Kravitz, but taller, maybe 5'7'', 5'8'', with long straight, natural black hair parted down the mziddle. When I walked by they started wolf-whistling, giggling amongst each other, and typical "what's your name, sexy?" type comments.. I sort of played it shy, smiling to let them know I was flattered but not flirting back really. I was still on fairly good behavior. I had only cheated on my girlfriend once in the couple months before we left, and that's because I thought the girl was super hot and sexy (she looked like a way young version of the redhead from Zero Dark Thirty, but with a very short punkish haircut) and my girlfriend had moved out of town (at that time) back to her parents to save money and prepare for our move. I didn't want to cheat, because I wanted her to move out with me. I didn't want to go alone and I knew no one on LA. I was sort of in that habit still, but I was in a stronger position now with her. She was on the lease with me, her parents consigned, she really couldn't leave whatever I did, without fucking herself up. So I didn't worry about her catching me cheating that much anymore. So I drove to the taco stand at like 1am on my "lunch" break, or maybe I wasn't working, and needed to pick up booze and whippets for a party, I can't remember, and the girls were there and giggling and whispering to themselves as I walked by, and I made strong eye contact with that one beautiful girl. She was flirting but not as aggressively as the others, she knew how good she was. I didn't really do anything else, I had to get back to wherever I had been sent from, that I can no longer remember. But that kind of eye contact breaks the ice; she knew I wanted her. I was handsome, so a standard move with a chick that I knew I'd see again was just let her know I liked her, let her think about it, then when I saw her again if she was interested it was easy for me, if not, whatever. After I got home at 7am, from either work or a party, I said goodbye to my girlfriend as she went to work at her tacky-but-high-end hotel (I think it had a french name that translated into "red rose" or something) in her vaguely futuristic looking concierge uniform, that she hated. I took a shower, changed my clothes, then I think I had to run errands or something. I parked to put mail in a box or something, and I look and standing like ten feet away is the gorgeous trans girl just staring at me. It was now broad daylight, this was not at all by the strip mall where I usually saw her (same neighborhood, but blocks away) and she was alone. I smiled and went up to her: "Hey, you're alone..." She kept smiling back and was just like "Yup." I really don't have great game. I like to keep it simple and truthful (when possible) with complements and come ons. Rely on my looks and a sense of mystery. "You're really, really beautiful," I said. "I've wanted to talk you, but you were always surrounded by that gang and I was usually on my way to somewhere..." "They'd be jealous if they knew I was talking to you here..." I told her I was Jean-Patrice and she said she was Esme (not our real names). I told her I wanted to stand by my car, which was by a hydrant or something. I didn't want a ticket or to even talk to a fucking cop. We went over and she was like "We don't have to stand here like hobos. We can get in if you want." I knew then that something was going to very likely happen. I got rock hard. I'm uncut, so my foreskin pulled over my glans and that feels a little rough against your underwear because it's so sensitive, but it also feels so fucking good when the blood rushes fast into your dick like that. And the fact that you're probably going to fuck soon. We got in the car and I said if she liked to party I had crystal and herb and percocet and adderall, and really high end tequila (I also had coke, but l liked to save that for me if possible), or I could take her to brunch, maybe even to the beach or an early movie, museum or whatever she wanted-- but I don't pay to fuck. I just don't. (one of my greatest fears was being arrested, and whether it was paranoia or what, I wasn't doing this if it was a trick/hoe thing) "Don't worry about paying or any of that shit. It's sunlight out now." That was sort of a weird statement, and I didn't ask her what she meant. She did say "You know the deal with me right?," and she pulled my hands down to the crotch of her shorts and kept them there. I couldn't feel her dick at all. I said "Yeah. I do. You turn me on." I bent down and kissed the crotch of her shorts, then ran my tongue over it, then I kept my mouth there and pressing my lips up against the cloth, puckering up, started blowing hot breath right into her crotch, and alternating with strong licks with the flat of my tongue while making eye contact. I could see she was very, very hot and bothered. Her eyes were almost rolling into the back of her head. I Don't know why I didn't see it before, but I suddenly realized she was probably already on something. She said: "I want to go to your place with the tequila and the crystal and whatever you keep for your girls there. I want to party with you." The car was already running, so I just pulled out. I put on my seatbelt. She didn't. I don't know why I remember that. ++++++ end part 1 She asked what race/color I was like everybody always did. I found it uncomfortable and annoying. And some chicks (not a lot) who were interested stopped when they found out I was half black. "I'm whatever you want to think I am," I said. "That's very cool," she said, kind of dreamy. My place was an apt complex shaped like a U, the apts faced each other, and the blinds didn't block shit out of the living rooms. The driveway was down the middle, and the parking spaces were in back. I wanted to sneak her in because my neighbors were tighter with my girlfriend than me. I could hang, but I was basically a loner. I used to sit alone in the dark, sipping brandy and making up stories, hoping no one would think I was home. But it was the day and a lot.of the mole people were at work. I considered taking her to a motel but then I just didnt. The expense, I had all my shit at my place anyway, and I didn't really know any motels used for fucking there in LA (yet). When we got in she realized I had a girlfriend pretty quick. I told her we were Friends with Benfits more than girlfriend/boyfriend, which was the truth-- except I didn't really want the benefits. We still didnt have much furniture, I took her into the bedroom because they would have been able to see us through the blinds in the living room. We couldn't do it on our bed my girlfriend and I shared, she'd notice. So I laid down a sleeping bag for us to sit on. I brought in my patron tequila anejo , percocet, crystal meth, a lot of adderall, some lsd hits that were a mild pleasant high, some coke for myself that I hoped she wouldn't ask for, and my girlfriend's weed. She immediately took an adderall and knocked it back with a double shot of anejo. I told her if she liked them, she could keep more for later, I had a lot of them (and I didn't like them.) My girlfriend did, but they made her annoyingly wired; so I didn't care about giving them away to a good home. She looked up at me gratefully and pretty impressed. She took like four out of the 30 I had, and when she saw I didn't care, took a another four and added them all to an altoids tin which already had one largish greenish pill in it which I guessed was ecstasy. Now I wished I'd traded the adderall for the X, but now that I'd given them, I felt couldn't change the game, not only because I wanted to fuck this girl, but because even though I was a liar, when I specifically promised something, or gave my word, I'd often keep it to the letter. This is because narcissism can create a kind of fake honor. You keep your word not because others may rely on what you've said, but because it's Your word. You matter most in the world, so your Word must matter. When I lied, which was very, very often, it was usually by clever omission, letting people think things that weren't true and not ever correcting them. Like my girlfriend who thought I was in love with her when i wasn't, and never really said I was (I did sign all my mail to her "Love, Jean-Patrice", but I was being formal and polite, not dishonorable, as i saw it.) I had a double shot of anejo, which was not drinking straight out of the bottle, twice, like she did, but just filling up a rock's glass half-way, and then then downing it, straight. I did have a lime, but I put it there mostly so I could lay down my antique laguiole french corkscrew pocket knife, which I'd bought used for over $100, and was nearly two feet long when I laid it there open by that lime, on my girlfriend's family's fancy dinner plate she'd taken. I thought all that kind of nonsense was so cool back then. I loved patron anejo not only because it's amazing but because even chicks who don't appreciate good tequila know it's expensive, so they know you're spending money on them. By the way, patron silver and repsado don't cut it as high-end tequila. Don't buy them for their taste. But their price will still impress women. Meanwhile as Esme started grinding up the little crystal meth rocks so she could snort it, I smoked some coke off of tinfoil, which was my preferred method, pretending it was crystal so she wouldn't ask for any. I liked crystal, but it kept me up too long and turned me on too much, and I was turned on enough already . I looked at her. She looked about 18,19,20. I was 25. The sexual tension was so thick man, and I was so high. I was tired of pretending there was a chance nothing was going to happen when something clearly was, so I just took off my shirt and pants, just left on my boxers, and I was pitching a huge tent, hard as fuck. She looked at me, my body, and literally drooled a bit , maybe because she was now pretty fucked up , but she was turned on too. Very turned on. She just took off all her clothes, her little green very thin sports bra and her skin tight short shorts but then she got to that little g string thing trans chicks use to tuck their cocks. I wanted to show her I was turned on by her dick, but not mention it specifically, in case she was one of those ones who hated her dick or whatever. I stared in her eyes and said a bunch of generalized complements that work on women who are already attracted to you: "...you're so cool so very cool, and so beautiful, oh i I wanna run my tongue over every single square inch of your body, oh your body baby, your beautiful body Jesus your body is so beautiful oh baby..." She took off the g string thing, kind of slowly, sensually, working the side strings like a stripper, she couldn't have minded her dick that much, the way she took that off. Once the g string thing dropped, she kind of covered her crotch with both hands, not ashamed, but playful. Finally she opened both her hands like church doors. She was small and flaccid, and uncut like me. I thought it was beautiful. I'm not.saying I prefer trans to cis, I don't. There's too much drama associated with trans. I like them a lot, if they're hot, but don't prefer them. But there is something incredibly beautiful about a real dick hanging off of a beautiful woman. There is for me. We stated tongue kissingb really hard, rolling on the sleeping bag, and I shook my boxers off. You felt that connection, we were both so turned on. I really wanted to fuck her all night (our night was the day), and then sleep with her in my arms, and that made me regret not going to a motel, make up some bullshit excuse to my girlfriend, and not even care if she believed it. Because I couldn't sleep with this beautiful trans girl in my arms, and have my girlfriend walk in on that after working hard at a four star hotel concierge job she didn't even like. I was that close to polite. Even back then, when I was basically an emotional sociopath. I got on top of Esme and pinned her arms. She wasn't scared. My face had how bad I wanted her written all over it, that the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. Quite the opposite, some sort of masculine instinct kicked in where I would've beat the shit out of anyone who'd come in the room to fuck with her, even if they had a legit gripe. "God, you're a hot woman.. you are such a fucking hot woman I seriously can't even fucking breathe.. my heart is flipping in my fucking chest like I'm about to have a heart attack." (this was true). "I'm going to tongue your pussy and your ass, drink your cum, nut up your ass, use my nut as lube to keep fucking and nut up you again, pull out, drink your cum again. You've got the cum for me, dont you, sexy? All the while I was kissing her sensually. I like the girls I fuck to enjoy it, which I think usually comes down to making them feel not judged (either physically or mentally) plus greatly desired. And then you've obviously got to fuck them right. But you've also got to push them to do what turns you on, and what I really, really wanted to do was drink Esme's cum. One of the hottest things I'd ever seen was a clip of cis woman porn star Veronica Brasil masturbating on a black leather couch and she a squirted and the cum just oozed out as thick as any man's biggest load, while Veronica moaned and the director said, obviously turned on himself, "oh yeah do it all over my fuckin' couch." It was so fucking hot. I wanted to suck that cum up and either drink it or tongue kiss her while it was in my mouth. So, I've since found out a lot of trans women can't ejaculate, but I didn't know that then, I thought they all could if they still had a dick. In fact, I thought that's why most kept their dicks. Since at that time I'd never met a cis chick who could squirt in that big way, I really wanted Esme to shoot in my mouth so I could drink her. I kissed my way down her body and started to blow her. She got hard in my mouth, not fully erect, but hard, and that was a turn on. I deep throated her keeping it down my throat for several seconds, but she didn't start ooohhing and ahhhhing like I wouldve done, so I said "I wanna suck on your little clit" and pulled the foreskin back and started sucking on her dickhead, and then she did moan like crazy. She was clean, but tasted a little bitter, either from soap or probably sweat, and maybe a trace of urine. She'd been wearing a heavy cologne since I'd met her that morning, but she'd really put a lot of it down here, by her crotch and ass. It smelled good and expensive. Which more than likely meant it was a counterfeit. I was impressed. Saving money and having taste are two very underrated qualities on the streets. I sucked on her dickhead like this for a while and then made a circle hard with my lips and pulled up off her head, making a sound like a champagne bottle being uncorked. She made a loud groan, like "uhhhhh!" I smiled with her, looking into her eyes, feeling confident now that I knew what she liked. I kept my lips in a circle, and sucked like a straw down from her dick head, down the underside of her dick, down her taint, which I gave special attention to, sucking and kissing hard and sensual, up and down, and then ended at her asshole, which I sucked on and kissed for about five or ten seconds and then spread it wide. And then I stuck my tongue in her asshole for as far as It would go, twirling it around to get my spit to coat the entire inside. I was rewarded with another "uhhhhh!" so I knew she liked that too. Her ass tasted a little funky, afterall, she'd been out all night, so I spit on her asshole over and over, really drooled on it, and used my fingers to rub it in. This makes almost any ass taste good, especially when it looks as good as this chick's did. I started tongue-fucking and sucking on her ass again, and she just lay there, dudes, moaning and groaning. It was so fucking erotic, I can't even get it across. I was so hot myself, I nearly came from humping and rolling my hips on the blanket as I feasted on her asshole and taint, and had to consciously stop myself. I wanted to drink cum, but in also wanted to fuck.Endpart2 ++++++++ I stopped eating her and got the little jar of olive oil I used for anal. My first girlfriend had turned me on to it and I'd kept it up, probably because it reminded me of her. She was as beautiful as any girl I've seen in person, and was the only girl I've ever been in love with until recently. She'd been knocked up at twelve, and had gotten into anal because she didn't want to get pregnant again and her parents wouldn't let her have birth control and she didn't like condoms. We'd broken up when her parents moved back to Puerto Rico, and I'd locked myself in my room for two weeks not talking to anyone, not eating, and literally blocking light out of my windows with blankets and newspapers and shit. I was a secret keeper. There were things I thought and did that no one knew. That no one would ever know. No one knew how much I loved that girl, how attached I'd become to her son. Any dreams I had, I left spaces for them in them. I fought anyone who trashed them, for any reason, or if they were too tough to fight, I plotted their downfall. I couldn't tell her I loved her. I could in the poetry I wrote for her. But, in person, no. I'd want to tell her so badly, and the words would stick in my throat, they'd choke me. I ran to the bathroom once closed the door and cried out of frustration like a bitch, like, what the fuck was wrong with me? It was not cool, or glamorous, or tough. It was like I was under a curse where the more I loved someone, the more l couldn't say it. If I didn't love the person, I could lie and say it. Even sell it. I know what the curse is now, I didn't then: narcissistic personality disorder. It is no joke. It caused me to get pain and give pain to and from anyone who trusted me or I trusted. The pain this time was that I ridiculously blamed my first girlfriend, not her parents, for the move. I stopped talking to her, never said goodbye, never opened any of the mail, took any of the calls, blocked her everywhere, erased her son in my mind, which to me was his mother's fault, and made my hatred for her so cold and large like drifting space. My mother, who knew me best even though I never told her anything about myself, came into the lightless vampire's crypt I'd created after a few days and tried to get three important things across. One, don't harm yourself. I can't remember if I seriously thought about doing that, but I'm still here, so I guess not. Two, she wanted me to accept these calls from my first girlfriend, and reconnect. Excellent advice which I completely disregarded. Three, she said as painful as this was almost everyone has been through one of these, and they do get better. That one I did grasp onto, which shows how desperate I was, because I don't like listening to my mother. If you pushed through it, it would end. It did.. After two weeks I emerged with a hatred for the world and my olive oil kink. So.. Back to Esme and her asshole.. I got about a teaspoon full of my high-quality olive oil, not the cheap plastic bottle shit, and started working it into her ass and onto my dick- and her dick too- so we could masturbate it. I think she started getting paranoid that I'd stopped eating her and was applying oil because she'd been up all night and was in the same clothes, whereas I showered and changed, and she may have felt kind of rank and dank. Basically, people don't want to fuck if they think they smell unless they're Chuck Berry. What, you didn't know that the guy who helped invent rock n roll liked to set up hidden cameras in toilets and fart in hookers faces and devour groupies pee straight out of the tap? I'm sorry for taking your innocence, then. But reading this story was gonna do that anyway.. She said she wanted to take a quick shower. I was so fucking hard I wanted to just keep doing what we were doing. She kinda pressed on, and said it would be sexy if we showered togethe. I don't consider showers at all sexual, and only do that sex in the shower thing somtimes because I know a lot of women like it, and so I pretend to. Mutual showers can also be useful, when you didn't plan on having sex, to clean your dick and especially your pitts and ass, and even mouth if you squeeze a little toothpaste on your palm to gargle; and this made me think that that's what she was worried about. Her crotch and ass had been a little musty. But I'd fixed that with spit and oil. And I was so drunk and high anyway, who cared? I was more turned on then I'd been in weeks, probably months. I didn't wanna wait. I shut down the shower nonsense and stuck my tongue back in her ass. Endpart3 ++++++ She said she wanted to do me now too. Show me what she could do, suck on my dick and ass, and swallow my nut, or at least 69 so we could do each other.. But I like being in charge, especially with a new girl. I took my tounge out of her asshole and ran it up her sweaty but now oiled taint and balls and cock and up her torso and long body (I love tall girls, and one of the great things about trans chicks is that they tend to be tallish) to her mouth, and deep kissed her ass and sweat taste back onto her own lips and tongue, and I tasted the high end olive oil.. But also bubble gum flavor. I usually hate girls cracking gum, but with a certain girl, it can be hot, and it was with her. She really only took the gum out of her mouth to snort the crystal, and then never put it back in. I ran my tongue out of her mouth, down her cheek and then into her ear. Then I whispered into her ear: "Baby, no, I don't wanna have you do me right now, right now I wanna fuck. She gasped back: "That's what you want huh? Maybe I should give you what you want, maybe I shouldn't. What else do you want to do to me?" Her voice was really sexier than most women's. Not just the latina accent, it was really sweet and little girl sounding. "I already told you. I wanna drink your cum. And I wanna fuck. Then I wanna fuck you again and drink your cum again. You got enough cum don't you? How many times do I have to ask you if you've got enough cum for me to drink? "Oh god, I wanna drink you too, baby." She was like panting, so was I. "I want it in that tight ass, though, that tightness. Do you fuck in the Ass?" I asked, slow-kissing her neck and ear. I obviously knew she did, but asked anyway. "Right in my Ass?" She asked, being all coquettish, making eye contact, even batting her very fucking fake but still sexy eyelashes. She really had panache. Soooo much better than the trash of los angeles, both higher and lesser. She was an original, and their very meat and drink was fakeness. Not "faking it so real, we are beyond fake.." just minimal effort fake. "Right in that sweet sweet sweet ass," I breathed, pulling my tounge out of her ear, and kissing her on the lips. "That's where I want to put my nut." I said. We frenched more and then she broke the kiss and said "you know what?" "What" I said, looking her in her hazelnut eyes. "I'm going to give you what you want." I went to kiss her as a thank you, but she kind of stopped me, "you know why I am?" "Why?" I asked, rock hard. "Because I'm awesome!" she said, stretching out her arms, and I could see the slightest stubble growing on her pits. I could tell she had a serious buzz going now. I was a little wasted too, not totally, because I was a total lush and loved to drink and had a tolerance. And I had to work later, at least that's the way I remember it, and I hadn't smoked much coke, and no speed, or very little, I can't remember. "Fuck," she gasped and breathed, breathed thick breaths, as I sucked on her tiny breast. I sucked on her nipple like a baby, and rolled my tongue roughly around and around it. I was not then, and am not now, a bugchaser. Yes, the condom-free risk is a turn on, I can't explain why, it's stupid. But, on the other hand, if you're going to stick your tongue and fingers up a chick's pussy and ass, unprotected, I can't see how sticking your dick in the same is so much more dangerous. Me being uncut, maybe there's slightly more risk. But really, your tongue is one big mucus membrane, and I use that to invade every orifice on a chick's body. Like the navy seals and the force recon marines, it is the tip of the spear. And, yeah, I know, this was not only a trans girl, it was a likely trans hooker. I did think about that, but I was so hot, and so used fucking raw anyway. She was lying on her back, and I was hovering over her. I told her to reach down and spread her cheeks. She did. Her dick jumped a bit, in excitement. It liked the idea, clearly. She never mentioned condoms, unless that was what the shower and trying to blow me when I obviously wanted to fuck thing was all about. I put my dick against her asshole, and started to push. Told her to push too. She did. We both groaned as my head pushed past her hole's ring. I rubbed a littlemore oil on my shaft, and moved my dick slowly in until my balls kissed ass and my crotch hair brushed balls. I let her adjust to me by rolling my dick around and around in her ass, then pulling back regular and steady, then slamming in again hard. She groaned, with that latina-american accent, maybe in pain a little, and I moaned and gasped as I fucked into her again and again. I touched her dick, and because she wasn't fully erect I could massage her foreskin over her oiled dickhead over and over again to the rhythm of our fucking. She started to really gasp and moan and sigh, really loudly. I started to wonder when the last time someone touched this girl's dick was, or when she'd touched her own, especially while she was being fucked. I think I was fucking her really good, but it was also fairly standard stuff. She was acting like she was being fucked for the first time, and that clearly wasn't true. She was a hooker, I was almost completely sure. I was so hot myself, I could've cum at almost any time, if I didn't consciously try to hold back. I decided to see if I could make her cum, and then nut really quick myself. If I hadn't been so hot, or if I'd been convinced she'd been enjoying it more, i wouldn't have stopped blowing her so fast. Leaning down to try to push her over the edge, I whispered non stop filth in her ear: "...your asshole makes my dick feel good...oh you're so tight and slick and hot...oh I love the skin of your ass on the skin of my dick...my cum in your ass is going to lube my big dick so good when I fuck you again..." All this while I was moving her slick foreskin over and over her dickhead as I fucked her. Suddenly she grunted and went "huh huh huh huh" turning her head from side to side and blinking hard and her dick ejaculated. Not a ton, one big spurt over her hard abs, a small one, and then a few dribbles, but she seemed to enjoy it quite a bit and I was as excited as fuck. "Don't touch it!" I said, knocking her hand away, afraid she'd rub it into her skin. "Why?" she asked, being jerked again and again by the power of my thrusts. "You'll see, sexy." I grunted, fucking her very quick and hard, trying desperately to orgasm. Then it came, shot after shot into her ass, as I gasped softly and sucked on her neck and shoulder. Then I roused myself, pulling out and running my tongue down to her abs, where I sucked up every drop of her cum, showed her the pool of it in my mouth, swallowed it, opened my mouth to show her it was gone, and said "your cum tastes so good, sexy." It did, no lie. I then deep kissed her so she could taste herself on my lips and tongue. We continued to kiss, smiling and laughing. We were young, we were still chemically altered; I think we were pretty pleased with ourselves. This had not only been passionate sex, it had been fun sex. It hadn't been "I secretly hate you sex" or "act my way through this boring shit sex" (admittedly, I was a good actor) like with my girlfriend. I kissed her forehead, stared in her eyes, told her she was absolutely beautiful, then slowly rolled her over on her stomach. She knew what was coming. She reached back and parted her ass; then I pushed my dick into her asshole again, and my cum really did make it hotter, and it really was a good lube. This was a super sensual fuck, it was like now that we'd both cum, we could just do our thing. I fucked her ass hard and we held our right hands gripped tight together, the sex was so intense and so personal. At that moment I felt so connected to her, I would have told her all my secrets, things I'd told no one, except maybe my first girlfriend. But she didn't ask for any. Why would she? She turned her head so we could tongue kiss and I whispered to her how great her ass felt while twisting the nipples of her small A tits, and caressing down her flank. But I couldn't reach her dick. I told her to hump the blanket as if I were under her. I wanted her to cum again for her and me. I told her to fuck herself back into me, and to touch herself; I told her "come all over that sleeping bag so I can smell you on it, I'll think.of you and jack off." I held off for a long time, waiting for her to cum, but she couldn't. It wasn't that she wasn't feeling good, but she could not finish. In the end she didn't have the cum. Finally, as much as I liked her, I got tired of waiting. She may have felt under pressure to cum instead of just enjoying it, anyway-- you can't fix a sex hangup like that in a woman, especially a trans woman, in one good fuck session, however excellent your chemistry is . I pushed in deep and nutted hard, pulling in and out so my nut got all over the walls of her asshole, feeling it running out of her butt and down my thighs and balls. Endpart4 ++++++coda Esme lay in my arms and said I should stop by the stand tonight, even if only for a minute, she wanted to show me off or something. Just like I wanted Esme to fall asleep in my arms, but couldn't have that because of my girlfriend coming home, I wanted.. I really wanted to date Esme, but couldn't, because there was too much I couldn't deal with. The inherent drama of a transsexual hooker. I started thinking I was gonna havta find a different strip mall to get my tacos and alcohol and shit. It had been so convenient to my work and apartment. Typical. I asked Esme, "Are you a hooker?" "Only sometimes," she said, whatever that meant. She was looking everywhere in the room but at me. "Esme, I don't think I'm gonna come to the stand tonight. Too much drama." I ran in a pretty macho circle in its own way. Artistic. Guys might wear eyeliner for fashion, and I suspected there were some bisexuals behind closed doors. But a transsexual hooker as a girlfriend? So much hassle, if it's even possible. I hadn't asked if she had a pimp, and i wasn't going to-- before she used that question to recruit me to save her from him-- or tried. "I could tell your girlfriend, Jean-Patrice." she said Chicks use your full name when they're trying to sound serious, or threaten you. It's pretty corny. I said "Yeah, you could." I didn't care that much. But it solidified my feel feeling that I might regret letting her know where I live. But it was really unavoidable because the drugs were here. I wanted to get her high and fuck her, my standard operat.. My SOP. I put fear of stds out of my mind. I didn't want to give my girlfriend anything; but it would've been hard for Esme to give me anything. Statistics are my ally; and a powerful ally they are. Luck, which exists, is my ally; and a powerful ally it is. A mistake i think guys make is not being clear with women. I learned this. If you meet a woman at a bar, and want to have sex with her, it should be one pf the first things you say to her, not the last. Why waste an evening of buying drinks only to have her split at the end ,maybe even acting "insulted." Same way, dudes will try to put a hot chick like this Esme on a back burner. You could, but it's stupid. Her possible pimp, her wacky friends, probably a tragic background where she got tossed out by her parents, or more or less did, doing trans porn and escorting to pay for her hormones treatments, and probably saving for plastic surgery, to cut up an already perfect face, if the possible pimp isn't stealing it, or ready to turn those gorgeous tear drop A cups into Frankenstein freaky DDs. Also Doing Drugs and Drinking at 9am. So was I, but I could handle it, and most just can't. The point is, don't let it linger because she knew how to fuck: When you're done cut it off. Always better too early than too late. "You want that shower now, Esme?" "You coming in with me?" she asked, attempting to reconnect with me. In less than a minute we'd gone from lovers to strangers, clients at best. "I already took one before we met today. Maybe I'll take another before my girlfriend gets home, to get the olive oil off me." She tried a different approach: "I wouldn't tell your girlfriend. I wouldn't hurt you." She tried for puppy dog eyes, but I could see the anger ballet dancing underneath. "I don't love my.girlfriend. However hurt she gets, she can't skip on the lease because her parents consigned." "So her parents are rich," Esme said, making a typical female assumption that straight men whore themselves like women. You're a real female after all, Esme! "They're more like the the low end of upper middle class. Definitely not rich," I said. But I could understand her jealousy of my girlfriend. Esme probably wasn't supported by her parents like my girlfriend was; was not a cis woman like my girlfriend was; was not white like my girlfriend was; did not have to have me fake interest, and sometimes fake orgasms, like my girlfriend did. Was objectively hotter than my girlfriend, and we had way more sexual chemistry than me and my girlfriend (though probably not as much intellectual chemistry, I suspected) and here I am throwing her out so she'd be gone before my girlfriend got home. What she didn't understand is it never was a fair fight. I don't like drama, except when I control it; My girlfriend is the opposite of drama. Somebody like Esme sweats drama out of every pore. It makes you feel alive right until you wake up and find yourself dead. Some bad drugs she scored or some guy she led on puts a hollowpoint through me or worse-- I become her pimp. Then everything that was Jean-Patrice is dead, even if he's still breathing. Sorry for speaking in the third person there. Fuckin' hate assholes who speak in the third person. And in LA or NYC you unironically hear that shit. You do. These are the kind of motherfuckers who try to make a fashion statement at their mother's funeral. The Drama got them and kept them. Not me. I didn't even know Esme's last name. Avoiding that strip mall at night, I likely wasn't going to ever talk to her again. I was tired of her looking at me, waiting for me to ask her and her Drama to stay. No. I said: "If this is going to be some Sarah Bernhardt long drawn-out performance, you can just get your shit and get the fuck out now. Forget the fucking shower." She cursed at me in Spanish a bit, which I think she thought I understood, but I didn't, then gave me the Silent Treatment, which I actually appreciated (because I didn't want to talk) as she collected her things. I watched her to make sure she didn't take the Patron or drugs or anything else. I think the two foot knife on the plate may have kept her from throwing things. She didn't even know about the nickled colt .45 acp officer's model with the pearl grips I stuck in a bunny slipper under the bed loaded with the best hollow points. Like the knife, high-end stuff bought used at a fair price. It's better than getting cheap stuff that doesn't work well. Mostly, though, it looked cool as fuck. She kind of slamed the door on her way out, and I locked it after her, and looked through the spy hole to see if any nosy neighbors were looking. I heard her slam the front gate and resolved if any neighbors did tell my girlfriend, I'd tell her she was some girl at work who wanted to trade Percocets for speed, whatever. I was pretty sure she'd believe me, because I didn't give a fuck if she believed me. I went to shower the olive oil off, and thought "It's always the lies you don't care about that are believed." Or are the lies that never even have to be told: My girlfriend never asked about Esme. End/FADE OUT Dedicated to Bret Easton Ellis

PART FIVE "Turn around, show me your ass." Robert obeyed, still on his knees, turning around and bending over so he was on all fours, ass exposed. The man positioned himself behind him, and Robert could feel the thick, spongy head of the cock pressing against his hole, constant pressure, threatening to tear him in two. "Just breathe and push back like you're taking a shit." The man instructed. As he did this, after a few seconds, Robert could feel the entrance to his ass begin to open and allow this man's cock entrance into his body, stretching him open, with a slight stinging/burning sensation, but the more the man thrusted his member inside him, the better it began to feel. Soon enough, he was completely filled with hard cock, and a glow came over Robert, feeling his own cock which was hard as steel, he pulled the cloth front of his jock to the side and released it so he could stroke himself while being fucked... and, between heavy breaths, noticed himself suddenly begging "Fuck me..... fuck me.... harder, Daddy, please....". The man, smiling, replied simply "That's right, this is MY pussy, now, isn't it, bitch?", thrusting harder and harder into Robert's ass, his pelvis smacking against the young man's buttocks making a loud slapping noise with every thrust. He smacked Robert's ass, and Robert moaned in pleasure. "Yyyyyeeeessss, Daddy...... please cum in me.....". "You want my load, slut?...... Are you sure about that?" The guy taunted Robert, fucking him violently, grabbing him by the throat with one hand, and clutching an ass cheek with the other. "Please! I want you to fill me with your seed!" Robert cried out. It wasn't too much longer than that and the guy started moaning too, and Robert could feel the guy starting to swell inside him. "Ooooh.... aaaaahh.... uuuuughhh.... fuuuuck.... such a nice asss....... fuuuuck here it comes.... gonna cum.... cumming in your sweet ass, boy.... here iiiit...... cuuuuuummmmmssss.....aaaaaaah" the guy stopped thrusting and held himself balls deep in Robert's hole, his cock twitching inside him with every blast of his orgasm, and when Robert felt this cock spasm inside him, it set of his own orgasm. "Ffffuuuuck, I'm coming too..... ooooh....aaaaah...". With deep heavy breaths, the guy dismounted Robert, and laid on the ground next to him, catching his breath, while the young man remained on all fours, drenched in sweat and also breathing heavily. "You liked that, didn't you?" The guy asked Robert. "Fuck yes", he replied. "Hold still, I need to piss" the guy gave his instruction, and got up and stood above Robert, who, in a couple of seconds, felt a stream of this man's warm piss, soaking him all over his back and the back of his head. "Mmmmmm yeah, good slut. I bet you like me making you wet..... .....oh, and by the way, I'm HIV positive. Enjoy the poz load I just dumped in you. There could be more for you again, another day, if you want it....."

I'm not sure if I'm reading it wrong, but the part mentioning the age and weight (description)... says 21yo but attribute the great body to the 6 years in the Army, so going back 6 years would be 15. Other then that I'm loving where this story is going, keep it coming =)

Like most everyone else commenting Ill take any load. Sure it is nice when the top is aesthetically agreeable or there is a connection. But then again there is something spiritual about being used by anyone. Especially like to be bread in the public areas of the baths by the guys no one else wants....... Its what pigs do.

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

Just gonna put this out there. older bottoms understand a tops that like sluts. They know that not all tops are looking for a virgin. So they know how to relax their holes to give a nice loose fuck

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

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!!!

I left John’s place and told him to get some rest because I had plans for him for the evening. I told him to be ready at 7pm and I will pick him up with my car. He was smart enough not to ask further more questions. It was our ‘no buts and no ifs’ deal… Went home. Parked the car. Fed the cat. Called my dealer. Twenty minutes later he had brought enough Tina and coke for the weekend. I went and bought lube and syringes and went to the bank to get some cash. Made some phone calls. First I called Mattias. Mattias had a nice place he was renting for men who like to get in a party mood without having to worry about bringing people at their own private place. The world of cumdumps and slamwhores is more than a jungle. You flirt with all kind of dangers and sometime people you encounter are beasts… including your self… so it is good to have a couple of gateways and shelters… Mattias’ shelter is unique. His place is downtown. It is on the top floor of a building that has only law offices. From 7pm the whole building gets empty. EXCEPT the loft at the top floor. Mattias’ cave… Hidden lights, no cameras, easy access with private elevator, no neighbours, big room with double beds, a sling, two huge TV screens playing all kind of porn, two bathrooms, lots of towels. Mattias true profession is a Doctor…. Which is handy and precious to me since he enjoys giving loads and provide the slams. And if it is in the same time then even better… I told him that I will bring some friends for a party gathering and he would be more than welcome to stay if he had no other plans. He knows that my parties are fun and that I am reliable for the fees he is asking for renting his place and his skills too. He also knows that my guests are people who will cause no trouble with the cops or paramedics.. (told you it is a jungle out there….) The next call was to Serge. A cool 50y old guy from Jamaica with a huge 24cm thick uncut cock with huge toxic loads and veins always ready for double slam session. He is an escort. An expensive one I must say, but he is worthy every penny.. And he knows people with the right attitude… thick cocks who play bare and snort or slam whatever chems but still remaining stiff. My kind of favourite people… I am a man of old habits. I usually go to the same place, sit in my usual table, order the same food. Yeap. You can call me boring. I don’t mind. I’ve been called with worse names. But as I said I am too old to change. The same with sex. I have rituals that I follow in a… hmmm… I must admit a bit selfish way. But it works for me and confess: I am too old to apologize if I follow mostly my needs than my fuckbuddy’s. But at least to my defense, before I engage into any kind of sexual contact I make clear of my agenda. If the guy is OK with my terms then we continue and play… if not that’s pretty understandable… no hurt feelings… … the next… My usual session in Mattias’ place has a very predictable routine as well. It goes like this : I arrive and call Mattias to open the door downstairs. Most of the times I go with a cab. I know I will be under the influence of chems so I do not take my car. But if I do, Mattias has given me the code for his private parking lot. And he is not leaving me to drive unless I stay sober for 48 hours. You see why Mattias is a guy I trust… I press the code for the elevator and arrive at the top floor. I always find the door open. The TV screens are already on playing raw gangbang porn. And Mattias is no where around. I make my self comfortable and undress. I drink the cocktail that Mattias has put on a glass on the front table ready for me. I trust him. I don’t trust dudes easily. Or the drinks they offer. But Mattias is professional. I know that whatever liquid is on the glass will help me to get in the mood. I have around ten minutes to start feeling the buzz from the drink. The envelope with the money is left it on the prearranged hidden place, inside a jar next to the breakfast biscuits. I know that while I’m in the bathroom Mattias will come out from his hidden place and will take it. And then he will retrieve to his ‘cave’ until I am ready. Quick shower and a bit freshing up for my butt. Before I leave my place to come for a session I make sure I am clean and prepared… and shaved… the hole is hairless though my body and legs are bearish. Nothing better to feel my hole exposed and lubed by sperm. And piss… I told you I am one of the jungles’ beasts. Mattias has a peculiar taste on towels. They are all black… the bed sheets also black. And always smell fresh… and the touch is soft. Even the carpets. Also black. Always soft in the bare feet. No latex. No cold surfaces. Even the marble. Black marble brought from Kaspia sea in the bathrooms. Always heated. Black wooden floor in the kitchen floor with black small carpets here and there. Air condition controls the temperature all over the big loft. And the air is filtered. He has a very trustworthy cleaning service. He is not charging in discount. I appreciate the high standards of his services and from the very beginning I made clear to him that I am not a client who bargains… … the jungle has its laws and the beasts have their own kind of understanding. Thru Mattias I met Serge. And thru Serge I met the Brazilian Paolo, Elias from Greece, Albert from Ghana, Wolf from Dusseldorf, Ahmoud from Egypt… All escorts and who fuck bare and enjoy pnp. After shower I go to the bed take the position ‘on fours’, with the poppers ready. I blindfold my eyes with the piece of cloth that is already on the bed and then I wait. I hear Mattias approaching. I feel the belt on my on my arm and the cotton on my vein. He has the slam ready. I feel the needle. Yes.. Always the first slam is a strong one. And Mattias is a pro. Slam and cocktail make me fly… and he provides the first load. And the second. And then the escorts start to arrive. For the next twenty four hours I become a hole for men I rent. No suck, no kiss, no chit chat. Mattias takes care giving the towels for their shower, pays them, and make another slam for me. Or cocktail. Or both. And while I buzz I hear my self whispering.. The next…. That is how I usually play at Mattias place. Once a month is enough for me. And one Thursday in one of those bar parties. I am not losing my self in the jungle any more. But I was excited by the idea to give to John a glimpse of my own kind of savanna… When I put down the phone I checked the alarm clock and set it up for 6pm. I took a pill to help me sleep. I had eight hours ahead before I go and pick up John from his place. It was going to be a nice Friday night. I was pleased with the way I had it all set it up. John’ s training was about to begin…

I've taken dick and cum from some people that have repulsed me or not who I would normally go after. A few months ago I met someone on A4A who was visiting nearby. I wasn't into his profile, or his photo. Then he opened his dick pic and it was the strangest dick I ever saw, fat, uncut with tight foreskin only part of his dickhead poked through the opening. He then sent a couple texts about how he wanted me to be his bitch for the night and keep taking his cumloads. I went right over to his hotel, and he was worse than his photo, and dick even more odd. He spit on my lubed hole and kept breeding rough and deep talking trash . His dick was widest at the base and he'd push my hole open as much as he could with his wedge-like dick. When he didn't fuck he was kinda pleasant but when his dick was plowing me he was rude and made sure I knew I was his bitch. Five loads about 9 or 10 hours later and I walked home sore and gaping. The next morning there's a text, "I need my bitch to fuck up some more". I went back for two more fucks and he clearly didn't clean his dick from our breeding the day before, I gagged as he made me get it wet and hard before plowing again. I couldn't believe I did it, and now I wish he'd visit again soon.

Careful is not what my terrified hole needs. Jake's the kind of guy who will make sure it is not over until I am thoroughly force fucked

Part 4 - Returning To The Scene "Hello again baby, didn't expect to see you back so soon" Brad said looking at him with a big smile. Ethan looked and smiled "Hello Brad". "$30 tonight dude as it's Friday" Brad pointed to the sign on the window. Ethan remembered to use the word "Oh right, my name is Tiger" he said embarrassingly. Brad stopped and looked at him "Really" the smile disappeared from his face "Are you sure dude?". Ethan looked confused "I got told to say it to you". "I hope you know what your doing, your visit is paid for come through" Brad was eyeing him more intently. Ethan pushed through the door and immediately noticed how busy the lounge area was, he quickly glanced around the room looking for him, Brad tapped him on the shoulder handing him towels and a locker key. Ethan crossed the lounge but couldn't help notice the number of guys shuffling in their seats to get a look as he passed by to the locker room, he couldn't be sure but was certain he heard the words 'Jailbait' mentioned a few times with laughter. Ethan just finished changing when Brad appeared at the locker room. "Okay Tiger I will take your locker key I don't want any trouble" Brad said walking towards Ethan. "Trouble, what do you mean?" Ethan replied looking shocked. Brad looked at him "I see all the guys watching you and Angelo will not be happy if they touch you". Ethan looked curiously at Brad "Who is Angelo?". "Seriously dude, Angelo is who you are here to meet" Brad was the one who looked shocked. Ethan handed over his key "Is that his name?". Brad shook his head "Did you not know that?". "No, well we never really spoke last week" Ethan responded. Brad turned to leave "He is downstairs, you must be special" he said shaking his head as he disappeared. Ethan stood at the top of the stairs thinking what Brad had just said but none of it made any sense, he could already see it was busy down there but he braced himself and walked down. At first sight he caught such a wider variety of guys and ages, three of whom stood in one corner all in the 30's and muscled. He noticed them watching him coming down the stairs, Ethan was disorientated and confused about where to go, it was much easier when there was only a few men in here but this was packed, more unnerving was that he felt extremely vulnerable. The three men who watched him moved away from the wall, diligently they watched Ethan's moves discovering by the way he was looking around he was new. Ethan thought he was heading to the steam room but suddenly realised he was standing by the shower room, he tried to look as though he knew what he was doing but was failing miserably. He turned to trace his steps back but bumped in to the tall muscled guy. "Oh, sorry I didn't know you was there" Ethan apologised slightly shocked how close he was. He laughed "That's okay, you look a little lost there need a hand?" he touched Ethan's arm. "No that's okay I know where I am going" Ethan replied moving his arm away. Ethan stepped back as the taller one moved forward again touching his arm and gently pushing him back, he took a few more steps back realising he was moving in to a darkened corridor. "Please I am here to meet someone, excuse me" Ethan began to look nervous and scared. The tall one laughed "You don't need to meet anyone, we will take very good care of you". Ethan felt hands rubbing his ass through his towel, stunned he turned to see the other two men had circled behind him. Ethan tried to push past but the taller one was inches away from his own body still causing Ethan to step back further in to the corridor. The music playing was louder in this part of the bathhouse, come to think of it Ethan couldn't remember seeing this part on his previous visit. Suddenly he felt the guy behind him grasp his arms around Ethan's chest, he shouted 'No' but they laughed at his protests. The taller one grabbed Ethan's legs and they hoisted him in the air carrying him further down the corridor in to the sling room. Ethan panicked and tried to thrash his legs to get him to release his hold. Brad had come down to the lower level to change the shower gels and saw the legs thrashing, he caught a glimpse of the person before they turned in to the sling room and realised it was Angelo's boy. Brad dropped the gels in the shower room and went after the three guys, the last thing he needed was Angelo finding out what has going on, but word had already spread about the newbie being taken to the sling room. One guy entered the steam room and told his friend about the cute young blond guy about to be group fucked in the sling, Angelo overheard and like a shot he stood up and powered out of the steam room. Ethan was protesting being forced to lay in the sling, the taller one yanked his leg up and secured it in one of the restraints followed by his other leg he then ran his hand over Ethan's hole and smiled at his two friends. Ethan was now struggling with the other two who held his arms and began guiding them up to the restraints, until they heard Brad's voice. "That's enough guys let him go" Brad didn't sound happy. "Mind your own business he wants some fun with us" the taller one replied. Brad pushed him to the side and released Ethan's legs "Mutual agreement, I saw you pick him off deliberately". The taller one laughed "We can take you down easily as well" he pushed Brad against the wall and grabbed his throat. Angelo stood at the entrance "Don't you dare" the voice caught all of them off guard. The taller one turned to see Angelo standing there "What have we here a fairy rescue party?". Angelo stood and laughed "Move your filthy hands off him". He let Brad go and walked towards Angelo "Why you want to play as well?". Angelo watched the other two join the taller one in front him "Only if you like it rough?. The taller one laughed "Fucking break you if that's how rough you want it". The taller one looked at his two friends smirking then suddenly he buckled to his knees and on to the floor, his two friends watched him gasping trying to catch his breath. Angelo pushed his friends out of the way and hauled the taller one back to his feet. "I thought you wanted to play rough" Angelo snarled at the taller one still struggling to breath. "Angelo enough" Brad called out with Ethan by side in his shocked state. Angelo leaned in to the taller one "Never touch my property again or I will break your bones one by one". He pushed him with such force that his feet left the ground and he came crashing down on the floor, his two friends ran from the sling room leaving him there. They had never encountered Angelo before and didn't fancy a showdown. Angelo walked over to Brad "I'm sorry Brad, are you alright?" "Yes I'm fine" Brad replied. Angelo nodded "You know I've always got your back". Brad smiled "You need to look after him Angelo, it's a good thing I saw them" nodding to Ethan. Angelo picked Ethan up and carried him back out past the showers and down a corridor with private rooms where he placed Ethan on the day bed inside one of the room. Even in his distressed state Ethan had the same strange secure feeling, the strong arms holding him in a bearhug as he was carried him through the bathhouse. Angelo turned and spoke to Ethan directly for the first time. "I will go and get you a drink stay here" he said turning to leave. Ethan looked worryingly "Please don't leave me here, I shouldn't have come it was a mistake". Angelo turned to look at him "No mistake, don't worry no one will touch you". Ethan was still slightly troubled at his lucky escape and the one thing he remembered Angelo saying was 'don't touch my property'. He couldn't fathom out what the meaning of those words would come to signify. Sitting there several men walked past looking through the open door at the young guy, suddenly one lad who looked only a couple of years older than Ethan smirked and watched for a moment, he crossed the threshold of the door when he was grabbed by a mysterious arm and a voice warned him 'I wouldn't to that if I was you, he belongs to Angelo'. The guy stopped as a look of horror spread across his face and made a clumsy but rapid exit. A little smile appeared on Ethan's face so his name is definitely Angelo he thought to himself. Angelo returned with two soft drinks and closed the door behind him and offered a can of pop to Ethan. He thanked him and took a sip putting the can down on the floor. "Are you okay" Angelo asked him. Ethan nodded "Sort of, still a bit shaken". Angelo put his arm around Ethan and pulled him close, their lips touched sensually feeling each other until Angelo put more pressure against Ethan's lips which gave way allowing for a very tender French kiss. The man of little words knew how to entice and quickly he removed their towels and pulled Ethan over to straddle his lap, Ethan could feel the hardness under his ass cheeks and he knew what was going happen. With surprise Angelo stroked the side of Ethan's face and whispered 'I knew you would want me again' he pulled Ethan closer and resumed kissing him. Ethan took the lead and raised his hips slightly, Angelo removed one arm and spat in to his hand and rubbing it in to his hole he then guided his cock towards Ethan's ass. Tingling sensation followed on by a sharp burning pain ran up his body as he felt the head of his cock penetrating into his body. Pushing his hips up he forced Ethan down on his cock, Ethan gasped and moaned as Angelo's cock pushed it's way in to his body, he winced in pain repeatedly and finally came to a rest on Angelo's lap who let out what seemed like gratifying purr. Angelo stopped kissing and Ethan felt himself being lifted up forcing him to lock his legs around Angelo's waist as he stood up their mouths met in an excited and yearning manner. In one swift movement Ethan was on his back in a missionary position with Angelo gently gyrating his hips. The sensation was overwhelming as his body shuddered at this new experience, Angelo looked Ethan deep in the eyes as he relaxed, he switched between thrusting and gyrating, Ethan's back arching his body responding to Anglo's movements in unison, his moans and cries played like music to Angelo's ears. Ethan wrapped his arm around his neck pulling them closer face to face. Angelo spent some time kissing Ethan, he didn't know it then but Angelo was nurturing him to kiss an a sensuous and loving way. It would be the only way Ethan would know how to kiss and think it was normal. The tender kissing and gentle thrusting was causing Angelo's cock go rigid and swell putting more strain against his tight ass. Angelo began to pick up speed fucking Ethan with total abandonment until he grunted loudly several times as he delivered his seed in to Ethan's body. An agonising cry emitted from Ethan as the cock inside him pulsed against the anal wall, every forward jolt of his body meant another ribbon of seed planted deep inside him. Ethan's legs shook and his toes curled as he flew in to ecstasy and orgasmed, he could feel his own cum trickling down the side of his body. Still locked together Angelo rolled on his side, his arms wrapped around Ethan's body, both panting heavily. Ethan tenderly kissed Angelo's neck as his orgasm subsided, Angelo responded by holding Ethan tighter and closer to his body. The warmth of their entwined bodies, his dominance over Ethan just draw him deeper and deeper into hedonism, Ethan just wanted to lay here with him forever. Angelo was still balls deep inside Ethan's body but he was not done with his boy yet, he started pushing and grinding his hips against Ethan's ass. Ethan kissed Angelo as the steady thrusting rhythm began despite the pain he still felt in his ass there was no mistaking that Ethan was enjoying sex with this incredible man. His orgasm was a big as the first but this time he stayed inside Ethan for nearly half an hour gently pushing his cock deeper making sure his seed was planted deep and secure in his boy. Angelo stroked Ethan's back and kissing his head as he gradually he began to remove his cock slowly. A cry escaped Ethan's lips as his head finally pulled free, he kissed Ethan and stood up looking down at him. Angelo smiled pulling Ethan to his feet and told him to get dressed and head home. He did not argue and walked out of the room climbing the stairs he looked around to see Angelo disappear in to the steam room, his heart sank a little wondering if he would get to be with him again.

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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.”

Part 5 I left Blake tied on the bed and plugged while he softly sobbed from the pain and the realization of his predicament. I'll bet he was sorry he ever went to the bookstore. It was only a couple of hours before the party started, and I had lots of calls to make. At 9:30 I went back upstairs. Blake looked quite uncomfortable tied in that position with the long, fat plug in his cunt. "Good," I thought to myself, "a scared white boy in pain is one of my favorite things!" And it would only get worse for him. "Please untie me!" he begged. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK! Three hard slaps across his brought tears to his eyes. "Shut the fuck up bitch!" I yelled. "You will learn, the only begging you will do is to have your holes raped and filled with cum. Do I make myself clear?" Three more hard slaps and Blake was in agreement. "Yes Sir." he sobbed. I untied him and he put up no resistance. I put a leather collar with rings around his neck, and wrist and ankle restraints. I then put a cock and ball harness on his little dick, making it as tight as I could. "Drink this," I said holding a bottle up to his mouth. He made a face, but didn't dare disobey me. It was now almost 10:00, and I could hear our guests arriving. I told them to be prompt as they didn't want to miss anything. I attached a leash to Blake's collar and led him downstairs. I was pleased to see all 15 of the guests were already there. "Welcome gentlemen! Here is my new slut and tonights party favour! Short of killing him, anything goes. I want him wrecked like a white slut should be! Lets not waste any time." With that, I grabbed Blake and threw him to the ground,pinning him down with a foot on his chest. One of the guys tied a band around his arm and another stuck the needle in. "Are you sure Jesse?" he asked. It's a 2.0 hit." "Fuckin do it! This little whore needs to be fucked up royally!" With that, the plunger was pushed down and the band released. Blake went instantly rigid and coughed hard. "I want you to go first." I told my friend Buck. He had a 13 inch cock with a P.A. "And show no mercy! Rape that cunt good and hard!" Buck just rolled the teenage boy over and ripped the plug out of his pussy. Blake howeled. Then Buck just spread his cheeks apart and plunged his huge, hard, black pole deep into the puffy, pink hole beneath him. Blake screamed at the top of his lungs while the guys cheered. Tears flowed from his eyes as his cunt was ripped even further apart. Buck just pushed down on the boys shoulders and power fucked his cunt, drilling as deep and as hard as he could. Blood covered his dick as he pulled out before plunging back in balls deep. He fucked Blake mercilessly for a solid 10 minutes, never letting up until he buried himself to the hilt and dumped his load far up into the teenage cumdump. After he pulled out, he spread Blake's cheeks apart so everyone could see his bleeding rosebud. It was puffy and inflamed, oozing red cum. "Who's next?" I asked.

Part 2 I picked up my boy and bent him over the chair. "Stick out your ass baby," I instructed him, and he arched his back showing me his sweet little pink cherry. There are few things I like more than the first taste of a virgins hole, and this one looked luscious. I kneeled down and lightly kissed his pink pucker and he slightly moaned. I licked around the outside a bit before I planted my lips against the sweet, sweet hole. Damn he tasted good. So fresh. So sweet. I dug my tongue in as far as I could, tasting my fresh new victim before his hole would become a gaping, sloppy gash. I ate that boypussy for a good 20 minutes while my baby boy moaned like a little whore. I finally pulled myself off of it and pulled out a little baggie. This baggie and some nice size rocks and I pulled one out and placed it on his opening with the tip of my finger. Slowly I pushed it into him and he hissed a little as it started to burn. I just slid my finger in deep, and worked that rock around into his tender membranes, rubbing it hard while he continued to moan. I turned him around and sat back on the chair, pulling him into my lap. He went crazy kissing me, trying to devour my tongue. I started pinching his nipples which only made him crazier. I knew I had me a true slut. I stood up and gathered up his clothes. "We're going to change booths," I told him. He looked a little confused, but was already too high to disagree. I stuck a finger up his ass and guided him out into the hallway toward my favourite booth, one that had glory holes in both sides. It was time to put my bitch to work. We passed several men in the hallway, some who knew me and knew what I was up too. They leared at the naked boy attached to my finger, knowing what was in store for him. I closed the door in the new booth and pushed my boy down to his knees. Almost instantly a cock poked through a hole, hard and dripping. "Suck that cock baby boy," I told him. "I want to watch you suck it." I held the poppers under his nose as he took several long drags, fueling his lust further. He crawled to the cock and started sucking it. I could tell he was inexperienced, but that was ok. I let him take his time, and he was doing ok. Soon the cock started to shoot, and I pulled my boy off after the first couple squirts in his mouth so the rest could go on his face and hair. My boy was going to be a dirty bitch and I wanted him to start looking like it. Another cock appeared on the other side and my boy didn't have to be told what to do. He dove on that cock as I held more poppers under his nose, reving him up more. This time I held his head and pushed it back and forth on the cock, forcing it down his throat, stretching him open. When the cock started cumming I pushed his face right against the wall so it was shooting down his throat. Then I pulled him off and coated his face with the rest. He was starting to look like a real cumslut. More poppers and a third cock to suck, and I started fingering his hole. Quickly I had two, then three fingers sliding in and out as the third cock erupted in his mouth. Without being told he pulled off and milked the rest of the load all over his face. Damn he was easy, and I knew he was ready for the next step. The next cock that came through he started sucking it. After he got it nice and wet I pulled him off and turned him around. More poppers and I grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them as I pushed him down on the cock. "Sit on it baby boy," I breathed in his ear. "Relax and let it in you." The kid was so high it took no effort before he had the cock all the way in his pussy. I just held him against the wall as the cock drilled in and out of his hole. He moaned and grunted while he took his first fuck. "Good boy. Now you're learning what your pussy is. You're gonna make Jesse real happy!" He just continued to moan as the cock pumped his ass full of cum for the first time in his young life. Without even pulling away from the hole in the wall, a new cock quickly pushed into my boy, fucking him and getting his hole wetter and looser, and depositing another load in his guts. I opened the door of the booth and saw a buddy out side. I handed him the bottle of poppers and told him to keep an eye on my bitch for a few. "Make sure his holes are getting used! I'll be back very shortly" I grabbed the kids clothes except for his underwear and left the arcade. I tossed his clothes into my car, taking his wallet out of his jeans. I could sell his clothes easy for a few bucks. The Jordans should bring a little more. Then I grabbed his keys and went to the Escalade. I looked in his wallet, $300 bucks in cash, not bad. Stupid kid didn't even know enough to not bring money to a bookstore. A couple credit cards too. Wouldn't take me long to run them up. Daddy would just think they were stolen anyway. I looked around the Escalade for anything else, but found nothing. I looked at the kids ID. Blake Darby. He lived in the Heights. I knew it. Big houses up there. Blakey boy was in for a wild couple of weeks! I returned to the arcade, and slipped into an adjoining booth. I wanted to watch my new slut in action secretly. My buddy just stood there as Blake rode another anonymous cock through the hole. He looked blitz and he just pushed his ass back onto the partition, taking it as deep as he could. My buddy knelt in front of him and fed him his cock. Blake sucked it like a pro already. I watched my boy get spit roasted through the hole as both cocks filled him with more cum. I decided we had spent enough time in the bookstore and it was time for the next phase. I entered the booth and looked at my new slut. Cum dripped off his face and leaked out his no longer virgin hole. I just grabbed his shorts and told him to put them on, we're leaving. He didn't even hesitate or ask where the rest of his clothes were. He pulled on his shorts and I stuck my hand down the back, sticking two fingers in his dripping cunt. I guided him out into the hallway and out of the bookstore to his vehicle. I tossed him in the passenger side and off we went to Daddy's house in the Heights.

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A Word of Warning A word of warning to you bottoms. Don't let a guy fuck you raw and then cum in your ass. The feeling of a guy's cock spasming in your ass, that cum filling up the area around his shaft and making a warm glove that massages his cock as he shoots his load deep, is an intense orgasm that he will want to repeat. And once you've experienced that stiff cock pulsing and the hot cum shooting into you, you will want to feel it over and over again. When he pulls out, you're gonna want to suck his cock clean, tasting that great cum as well as your clean ass juices, and you're gonna want to suck him up stiff again, so that as soon as possible, you can have that rod inside you again. And when he slides home on that carpet of warm cum, and you feel how great it is to have a guy fuck you in cum, you're not gonna want him to stop. You're gonna do everything in your power to keep that cock in your ass. You'll end up with your heels in his ass forcing him to fuck you deep and hard. And if he gets worn out and says he can't fuck you any longer, you're gonna go looking for more. If you're at a party, you're gonna lay there in the sling with cum dripping out of your ass and down your ass crack, and holler for another top to take his place as quickly as possible. Raw anal sex is addictive. Once you've had a man shoot his load in you, you will do anything you can to get him to do it again and again, or to find as many tops as you can to load you up, till the cum runs down your legs. So don't get started on this unless you think you can have sex as often as possible, because that's what you will constantly want. ........... A word of warning to you tops. Don't let a guy talk you into shooting your load into his ass. The feel of your cum around your shaft as you fuck is very erotic and stimulating. It is an orgasm you won't forget. After you shoot you'll keep fucking as long as you can, to get the feel of that cum all over your cockshaft, till the cum forms a white ring around the base of your shaft. After you go soft, you'll pull out and ask him to suck you up stiff again. And then you'll want to fuck him again. And when you slide home on that carpet of warm cum and experience how great it feels to fuck an ass that's been lubricated with your own seed, you'll want to do it over and over again. That warm ass will feel like a mouth sucking you till you want to spurt your cum. It's very addictive. After you seed him as much as you can, and he's laying there in a pool of your jizz, you'll go off looking for another willing bottom to take your loads. This becomes an endless search for raw bottoms to fuck. You will go to a party and go from ass to ass, planting your seed and feeling how great it is to fuck a guy in another man's cum. You'll try to find the man that has the most loads in him, so you can plant another on top. When you slide into an ass and feel the cum ooze out on your balls, and you can both hear and feel it squishing on your cock, you will want to pound your load into him even more. The feel of cum on your cock will turn you into a fuckin' machine. So don't get started on this, unless you want to have raw sex as often as possible and with as many men as possible. Raw anal sex is the most addictive type of sex. Once you start, you can't stop. You'll want to fuck all the time. Jerry Prince RawTopDad@AOL.com October, 1999

What Have I Done My name is Christopher Allen. I am 18 years old, 5’9” tall, weigh about 135-140, with blond hair, steele blue eyes and an average size cut cock, about 7”. I am a senior at a Miami suburban high school and am looking forward to getting away from home next year for college. I have known I was gay since I was 13. I didn’t do anything sexually until I turned 18 when my parents gave me a car for my birthday. That car gave me the freedom to travel and hook up with other young studs. Up to now, my sexploits have been very tame. You might say boring. I had read many stories of guys who tried the kinkier side of sex. I would get on line and chat with guys across the country about sex and things I’d like to try. One of the subjects that would come up was barebacking. The thought of fucking or getting fucked without a rubber was exciting, but I was scared to death of catching something. Using a sling also hade me very turned on. I spent many a night chatting away with guys on line of all ages, although I prefer guys closer to my own age for sex. One night this kid not much older then I hit me up on line. We exchanged pleasantries, the usual stuff (age, height, weight, likes and dislikes) and traded pix. He was very good looking. He said his name was Reese, he was 25, 6’2” tall, 190 pounds, brown hair and eyes and had a gorgeous 9” thick cut cock. The pictures he sent me backed up everything he told me. He lived on the other side of the state on the gulf coast. I was totally turned on by our chats and his looks. Through our chats I shared with him my fantasies and he told me about his experiences, especially those with kink. I was so turned on by all he told me, but he told me one more thing that had me hooked, he had a sling. So when he invited me to visit, I couldn’t say no, especially since spring break was coming up. I had talked to my parents about going away for the week by myself, and when I talked to them about visiting a “friend” in Tampa, they said yes. When the school day ended on the Friday before our spring break, I wasted no time and hoped in my car. I made the 4 hour drive to Tampa in undeware 3 and pulled up to his place. I was starting to get nervous as I pulled in the drive. Reese had told me to pull up next to his car in the garage and honk when I got there. Reese opened the door to the garage as I was getting out of the car. DAMN! He looked better in person then he did in his pix. I was starting to get anxious about what we were going to do for the next 7 days. Reese showed me around his home. He had a modest house in the suburbs of Tampa. He told me he inherited it from his grandmother. He gave me a place to toss my bag and we sat down in the living room to relax and to get better acquainted. He asked if I’d like something to drink, all I asked for was a Coke. He asked if I wanted any Bacardi in my Coke. I nodded in agreement. He returned quickly with our drinks, sat down right next to me and we chatted away. It didn’t take long for me to down my drink and he offered me another. I said I’d wait a while before I had another. As we chatted I began to feel a little warm and light headed. Nothing to serious, but I had this urge to kiss Reese. He placed his hand on my thigh as he asked me about my experiences. I told him about the experience (or lack there of) I had had to that point in my life. He shared with me more of his experiences. I asked him how at 25 he had done so much. He told me he was like me at my age until an older guy, about his age showed him the “ropes” of wild, kinky sex. All this guy asked of him was to some day pass on what he had been taught. I was really starting to feel hot and horny. Reese seemed to sense this and leaned in to kiss me. I was very receptive to his advancements and soon enough we were frenching and he was laying on top of me as we were grinding our bodies into each other. He began to undress me as we continued to kiss. It wasn’t long until we were both down to our underwear, boxer briefs for me, jock strap for him. He told me he always wore a jock. All I could muster up was WOW! Reese stood up and led me to a back room I had not seen yet. In there was his sling and a number of items, dildo’s butt plugs, leather restraints, masks and the like. I was especially curious as to why there was a , a tub of Crisco sitting near the sling. It didn’t matter to me, I was so turned on. In the room Reese had a mini fridge loaded with water and Gatorade. He asked me which I’d prefer, I went for the Gatorade. He pulled out 2 bottles and then a couple blue pills. I asked what the pills were cause I didn’t use drugs. He told me that the pills were Viagra, it will keep us horny and allow us to have sex longer. I was very open to that idea and popped the 2 little blue pills he gave me as he popped 2 of his own. We continued to make out when he pushed me down on my knees. He grabbed my head and pulled it into his crotch as he ground his rock hard cock against me. As I was able to look on occasion I noticed something at the tip of his cock. I asked him what it was and he pulled down his jock exposing his 0 gauge PA. I was even more turned on as I began to feel the Viagra really kick in. I felt like my cock was going to explode when Reese told me to open up and suck his cock. I was so ready to taste this man’s tool. I took as much of it in my mouth as I could before I had to back off. I was still learning how to deep throat a cock and with the PA it would be a little harder. I was bobbing up and down, doing my best to please this man when he pulled me up and kissed me. He said, “Let’s get you in the sling and play some more,” as he guided me into the sling. Once I was in the sling he suggested that he restrain me. I was so into this stud I think I would do just about anything he asked. He grabbed some ankle and wrist restraints and had my arms and legs restrained in no time. I could tell he was experienced more then he may have led on. He then slid a leather hood over my head and fastened a gag in place over my mouth so I could not talk. I was getting hornier by the minute. I was laying there in the sling waiting for what he was going to do next when I got the shock of my young life. He pulled out a syringe filled with a white powder. I knew this couldn’t be good, but with the restraints and gag in my mouth I was in no position to protest. He place rubber tubing around his left arm and another piece around my left arm. He swabbed both arms over prominent veins. He then filled the syringe with water and mixed up I watched as the white powder dissolved in the clear fluid. I watched as he stuck the needle into his arm, drew back some blood then pushed down on the plunger shooting some of the blood tinged liquid into his arm. He drew back quite a bit of blood before pulling the needle from his arm and massaging the injection site. Then he looked down at me and told me that I better hold still if I didn’t want to get seriously hurt as he stuck the blood filled syringe into my arm. Inside I was freaking out as I watched him push down the plunger and it all disappeared into my arm. He looked down at me as he massaged the injection site on my arm and told me, “It’s too late now, you are about to learn what it means to be a wild, cum dumb, poz boy”. Then pulled the gag off and all I could do was shout out, “OH GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE? HELP ME LORD, HELP ME!” As I finished crying out, he counted down “3, 2, 1, blast off,” and he pulled off both his and my rubber tubing at the same time he said “blast off”. Reese leaned in and kisses me as I felt warmth rush through my body. I felt a growing difficulty to breathe, as I felt him cough then I coughed. I was zooming and my senses went into over load. I had never done any drugs in my life, not even pot. But what ever Reese gave me I wanted more. Reese broke the kiss and I had to ask him why? He told me that we had chatted so much about my fantasies and barebacking in particular and my fear and reluctance to try it. He just wanted to release me from those fears show me how wonderful sex can be when its skin on skin. Reese kissed his way down my body as I felt ever touch, and the feeling were incredible. Then he paused at my hard sick and sucked it down to the root. He bobbed up and down for a few moments then broke off. He flicked my hard on and commented, that he could see the Viagra was working well. He added that typically when some one slams Tina, especially the first time, he can’t get hard. Reese knelt between my legs and began to lick and nibble on my hole. I’ve been rimmed before, but this was incredible. I felt as if my hole was opening up and sucking in his tongue. Reese was DAMN good at rimming I was moaning uncontrollably. Soon enough Reese began to finger my hole using the Crisco near by. I have been fucked a few times and every time it takes me time before I can accommodate a couple of fingers. Reese started out with 2 fingers in my hole and quickly progressed to 3 then four before I knew what was going on. He pulled his fingers out and walked across the room and picked up a couple dildos. I am not sure the sizes he had, but I could definitely feel them as he opened up my hole. It all felt incredibly fantastic. I looked up at Reese and asked when he was going to fuck me. He looked down and told me, when he beg for me to breed your nag ass with my poz seed. Right then I knew what I needed to do and wasted no time begging for Reese to fuck me with his raw cock and fill me with his poz cum. Reese slapped me and asked, “What do you want bitch?” I replied, “I want you to fuck me with your raw, bare cock and fill me with your poz cum.” He asked me again, I was puzzled, then I figured out what I needed to say, “Master Reese, I need you to fuck me with your raw, bare cock and fill me with your poz cum, please Sir.” That was the magic phrase, Reese moved between my spread legs and shoved his thick, 9”, pierced cock into my ass in one shove. It felt amazing. I continued to beg “Master Reese, I need you to fuck me with your raw, bare cock and fill me with your poz cum, please Sir” as Reese began to fuck me, like I had never been fucked before. As time passed and Reese was fucking his PA into my guts, I was thinking about all the times I had been fucked. So far Reese had single handedly surpassed the time of my few fuck's put together. U never knew I could experience some much pleasure having sex. We looked into each other’s eyes as he leaned down and kissed me and once more asked me what I wanted. I replied only that I wanted his poz cum inside me. He then closed his eyes, only for a moment, then opened them again. As he stared directly into mine, it seemed as if he was staring directly into my soul, the new me, a poz barebacking boy, he began to pant, then grunted and I swore I could feel his cum erupt from his cock and splash me on the inside (it felt as if it burned a bit). At that moment my own cock erupted and splashed cum between us. Then he slowed and kissed me again before he continued to fuck me pushing his cum deeper into my hole. He deposited 2 more loads before we took a break. He released my legs, we drank a lot of Gatorade before he gave me some more Viagra and we each shared another slam.