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This is the first time I've posted in this section but I've wanted to tell this story for a long time. I've fucked bareback for many years now and have done so at various times in my life even when the safe sex message was really strong and it seemed like condoms were everywhere. I can honestly say I've never actively chased though. I enjoyed fucking and being fucked without a condom and of course I knew that some of the guys who fucked me and deposited their seed in me must be positive - but I didn't ever want to know. It didn't turn me on to know that I was taking a positive load or a negative load - what turned me on was not knowing. When I went home with a load of cum in my arse it was the knowledge that I might have been infected that turned me on the most. I've always been viewed as someone who is considered and measured and someone who makes sound judgements - both at work and in my personal life. When it comes to sex I totally get off on taking risks and always have. This happened a number of years ago when I had travelled up to Scotland to attend a friend's civil partnership ceremony, The ceremony was taking place in a country hotel just outside Glasgow and we were all staying over at the hotel. It was an amazing venue and I was looking forward to seeing all my friends and to enjoying the day. I was also very horny - I had been working hard for a while and had not had much time for play. I have always found weddings and civil partnerships good opportunities to hook up and I was hoping that I would be lucky this time. Although I am more of a top than a bottom, there are times when I just want to be fucked and fucked hard and this was one of them. I knew that only a good, hard bareback fuck would satisfy me. I met up with some of my friends and we had a few drinks before the ceremony. After the ceremony we all had a few more drinks and I was beginning to really enjoy myself. We had some time before the meal and as my eye began to wander round the room I noticed a good looking black guy standing with a group near the bar. He had a really fit body and when I went up to the bar to get some more drinks I couldn't help noticing that he had an even fitter arse. Just then he looked my way and smiled and I quickly looked away. I was fairly sure that he knew I had been checking out his arse and I got the impression that he didn't mind. After the meal I went to the toilet and when I went in there he was standing at the urinal taking a piss. He was standing back from the urinal and checking his phone with one hand while holding what looked like a massive cock in his other hand. He grinned at me as I took my place next to him and began to take a much needed piss. I couldn't help looking at his cock and he was not making any effort to hide it. When we had both finished and washed out hands at the sink he grinned at me. I grinned back and we both left the toilet. As we got outside he introduced himself and asked me if I fancied getting a drink. I had the feeling it was game on..... His name was Darren and as we chatted I found him really easy to get on with and found we had a lot in common. After a while our conversation became a bit more suggestive and then quite explicit and I was getting more and more turned on. He asked me if I was staying over and I said I was. He grinned and then to my disappointment he said it was a pity he wasn't staying over too. It turned out that he had to be back in London for work early the next morning and was flying back down on the last flight of the evening. I was really gutted but then he checked his watch and said we have at least an hour before the evening guests arrive - why don't we spend it having some fun. He had told me he had a partner but he had also made it clear that he was up for it and I had made it equally clear that I wanted him to fuck me. I finished my drink and motioned him to follow me. "Wait." he said. "There's something I have to tell you." I looked at him. "I don't like using condoms." he said. I grinned. "That's ok," I said "Neither do I." He was looking more serious now. "There's something else," he said. "I'm HIV positive." "Oh," I said "And I'm not on any meds." "Oh" I said again. "So you'd be taking a pretty big risk." He looked at me. I had been in this situation before and I knew that I could easily make an excuse and not take this any further but I knew I didn't want to do that. In fact I was even more turned on and I felt like I was going to cum in my pants at the thought of Darren fucking me and and pumping a big load of toxic cum into me. "I don't care." I said He asked me if I was sure and I nodded. I was sure. He grinned and seconds later we were making our way to the lift. The lift was empty and as soon as the doors closed he pulled me towards him and kissed me. I could feel his big cock pressing against me and it was all I could do to stop myself pulling my pants down letting him fuck me right there in the lift. Soon we were in my room and he was standing in front of me. I unzipped his smart trousers and pulled them down along with his smart designer underpants. His cocks was not yet fully hard but already I could see that it was massive. I took it into my mouth and he sighed as I began to suck his cock. I sucked him for a while and them moved down to lick his big balls. Soon we were both naked on the bed and I was down sucking his cock again. I motioned to him to turn over so that I could lick his arse and he knelt up on the bed for me. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue up his hairy arse. I licked him a while and then took his cock into my mouth again. I reached into the pouch of my holdall and took out some lube. "Fuck me!" I said. I knelt up on the bed - lubed and ready for him. I felt the head of his big cock pushing against my hole. " Are you sure you want this?" he asked as he pushed his cock slowly but surely up my arse. "Fuck yeah" I moaned "Do it!" He pushed his cock right up me, gave me a moment to get used to it, and the began to fuck. I was so turned on it was hard to stop myself from cumming as Darren began to fuck me. I can honestly say it was one of the best fucks I had ever had - I had rarely had such a big cock up me and I moaned for him to fuck me harder. He was fucking me hard and fast now and just as I was thinking it couldn't get any better he pulled out and motioned to me to get on my back. I l lay down on my back and raised my legs in the air as he pushed his big cock back up me and began to fuck again. I was urging him on now, moaning for him to fuck me and load me up and I knew he was getting close. As he fucked me I played with his big balls, knowing that they were full of toxic cum and that any minute now he was going to shoot it right into me. I thought back over all the years I had practised safe sex, using condoms on every occasion and never taking any chances. I thought back to how strictly I had been brought up and wondered what my friends who were so concerned about safe sex would say if they could see me on my back with my legs in the air begging for a positive load...... He was getting closer now - his breathing was getting heavier and he was fucking me even harder. "I'm close....." he panted, "Do you want it?" "Fuck yeah," I moaned "Do it....fucking do it" "I'm going to cum in your arse," he moaned "I'm going to do it.......I'm going to fucking poz you!" "Do it!" I moaned again "Fucking do it....Poz me......Knock me up!" I felt his toxic cum pumping into me and at the same moment I shot a massive load of cum all over myself. It felt like neither of us was ever going to stop cumming. When he had pulled out I took his cock into my mouth and licked it clean. I wanted every bit of cum he had to offer. I laid on the bed as Darren got up and as I heard him noisily taking a piss in the toilet I reflected on what I had just done. I knew I had wanted it and I knew I couldn't rule out doing something like this again. I had another drink with Darren and then I joined my friends for the evening. I wondered what they would think if they knew I had a big load of toxic cum in my arse. The thought kept me turned on all evening and after a while I excused myself and went to the toilet. I went into a cubicle and pulled my trousers and pants down. Even though I had cum heavily just a couple of hours before, I wanked myself off to another shattering climax, turned on by the feeling of a big toxic load deep in my arse. I had crossed another line.

Part 95 - Breakfast of Champions Frank and Ric walked down to get breakfast at the buffet the next morning. They found a table and were quietly eating their breakfast, both glued to their phones. Ric got an alert and discreetly opened the app up. He had a message from a guy about a mile away. “Hi, I think we met 2 days ago” was all it said. Ric looked at the profile and when he saw the head shot he smiled. Ric replied “Yeah we did was really hot.” Seconds later a reply came in “very. saw ur tat. u poz?” Ric’s hopes dropped. He sent off a reply of “yeah”, expecting the conversation to end there. He finished off the juice and bagel and started to peal the orange when he got another notification. “Never fukd with a poz guy b4” was the message. Ric chuckled and replied “u prob have u just didn’t know it.” With no quick reply, Ric ate the orange and then took his plate and dumped it in the garbage. As he was walking back to the table, his phone buzzed again. “U fuk neg guys?” the guy asked. “if they want more interested in the guy than status” Ric replied. The reply came right away - “U interested in me?” Ric’s mind flipped through all the things he wanted to do to Taylor after the blowjob in the bathroom. He replied “oh yeah ur bj was amazing bet ur a great fuk.” A couple minutes went by without a response and he figured Taylor was nervous about getting poz fucked. He did have some condoms but was hoping to fuck raw if he could. His phone buzzed again. “i c 3 guys same distance from me. u, 20s guy that works at a hotel that I know and 42yo latino. ur dad uses the skulfkr app?” Ric quickly changed the app over to the list of nearby guys and found his dad’s profile. “Shit” he muttered quietly. His dad looked up and said “What?” “You cruising for a hookup?” Ric asked. “You’ve been too busy and I have needs” Frank replied with a smile. Ric typed a reply to Taylor “omg yes.” The reply from him was “lol. he checking up on u or looking?” Ric shook his head as he typed out “looking.” “Fuk ya. I’ve done brothers, cousins and married dads. never a dad n son.” Ric felt his cock stiffen and looked over at his dad. He laughed as he typed out his next message to Taylor - “hit him up n see if he wants to meet JUST U.” Ric heard the familiar chirp seconds later and saw his dad swiping at his phone. “wow, he’s horny. wants to meet now” Taylor replied to Ric. “u want both of us? him? me? someone else?” Ric sent back. “both would be hot, u only if u don’t want to do 3” Taylor responded. Ric thought about his dad’s earlier comment and him wanting Ric to join him fucking the hotel guy Friday night. As much as he wanted to have Taylor to himself, he decided he should do the 3 way and make both Taylor and his dad happy. He had an idea to make it a little more interesting, though. He typed out “make him think its just u 2. not 3way. meet me in lobby b4. we will surprise him.” Ric sat back and flipped through the app looking at some of the other guys while he saw his dad typing out a few messages. Frank looked up from his phone and said “I’m gonna need the room for a bit. I’ll text you when I’m done. Is your phone all charged up this time?” Ric laughed and said “Yeah. Have fun” as Frank picked up his stuff and dumped it in the trash can and headed towards the elevators. Once Frank was gone, Ric started tapping out a message when Taylor sent him a message “10 min.” Ric erased what he typed and said “u sure u want poz loads?” and got just “8===> ~+~+~” back. Taylor walked into the hotel looking a lot different than he did during the orientation sessions. He had on a white, tight lycra shirt that showed every ripple in his body and his erect nipples, baggy black shorts and pink canvas sneakers. He had a couple days growth of scruff on his face and his Oakley sunglasses hung around the back of his neck. He peered around looking for Ric who was leaning against a pillar in the lobby. Taylor walked up to him and squeezed his cock saying “Hey there, sexy.” Ric smiled and replied “I guess that quiet preppy guy is just a facade. You look really hot. Ready for some fun?” Taylor blushed and then nodded as they went to the elevators. As the elevator rose Ric leaned in and whispered in Taylor’s ear “hope you’re sure about this cuz I’m gonna love knocking you up.” Taylor reached back and pulled Ric closer. They made it to the room and Taylor knocked on the door and noticed it was kept ajar by the extended deadbolt. Taylor pushed and went inside with Ric a few steps behind. As they entered the main area, Frank gasped. “Look who I found in the lobby, all alone. He looks like he wants to fuck too” Taylor said. Ric stayed quiet and was hoping his dad would be ok that his fuck with Taylor was now going to be a three-way. Ric pushed Taylor toward the bed Frank was on. Frank stood up and walked the 2 steps to Taylor and felt over his chest. “This IS a pleasant surprise. We have to check out in two hours but I think we can keep you busy until then” Frank said. Ric moved in behind Taylor and reached around, unbuttoning his shorts and pushing them to the floor. Taylor kicked off his shoes and Frank pulled the tight shirt over his head. Taylor stood there in a small red thong that could barely cover his modest cock and balls while Ric and his dad were feeling over his soft skin. Ric was eager to see if Taylor’s ass was as good as his mouth was but also wanted to make this fuck last a while. Frank bent over and sucked on Taylor’s nipples while he pushed off his own underwear. Ric stripped next and left his clothes in a pile as he kept pushing Taylor and his dad closer to the bed. Ric leaned next to Taylor’s ear and said “I’m gonna let my dad open you up first so I can use his cum for lube.” Taylor moaned and took his spot, kneeling on the edge of the bed with his ass hanging over it. Frank kneeled and pushed the strap from the thong to one side and started to work Taylors hole over with his tongue. Ric moved in front of Taylor and rubbed his cock over Taylor’s face. His tongue was eagerly chasing the shaft around and finally Taylor grabbed it with his hand and guided it to his mouth. Just like on Friday, Taylor worked his magic tongue over Ric’s cock. He was sucking and slurping and letting his tongue wander all over the rigid shaft. Friday was a warmup, now he could spend a much longer time enjoying Ric’s cock and Taylor was going to savor every moment. Frank was eating Taylor’s lightly tanned ass that was covered with a fine layer of hair. His tongue poked in and around the puckered hole, coating it with spit. Frank was enjoying Taylor’s ass and thought the only way it could be better was if it was filled with a few guy’s loads of cum. His cock was already fully hard and aching to get inside Taylor’s pussy. Taylor’s cock had escaped the pouch on the thong and was also hard and dripping, having already created a wet spot on the bedspread. Frank could wait no longer and stood up and held his cock on Taylor’s hole, pulling the foreskin the rest of the way back. He dragged the tip over the hole, leaving a trail of precum to mix with his spit. Taylor arched his back leaving his ass a little higher. Once a pool of spit and precum formed in the pucker, Frank pushed in. After a second, his cock penetrated the ring and entered Taylor’s warm, tight chute. Both Frank and Taylor let out a loud moan and Frank waited a moment before he started to fuck. Rocking his hips, he worked his cock deeper with each inward stroke and after a few minutes Taylor started to rock back, meeting his thrusts. Taylor never got to see Frank’s cock before it plowed into his ass and was happy that it wasn’t as big as his son’s. Frank was opening him up for the much larger one that was fucking his face and drilling into his throat. Ric started to time his thrusts with his dad’s so they were both shoving into Taylor’s helpless body at the same time. He was really surprised at the ease that Taylor could take all of his cock. Very few guys could deep throat it, much less get face fucked with the whole thing. He picked up the pace and fucked harder into Taylor’s throat and his dad followed suit with his ass. After more than ten minutes of assaulting Taylor’s holes, Ric slowed down, followed by Frank. Ric pulled out and nodded at his dad to do the same. “Flip” Ric commanded and Taylor immediately rolled on to his back, pulling his legs back. Frank slammed his cock back into the loosened hole and hammered away. Ric climbed off the bed and moved next to his dad, watching his cock drive in and out of Taylor’s cunt. He looked at Taylor who was looking back and forth between Ric and Frank. Ric could tell his dad was getting close from his ragged breathing so he decided to give him a bit of encouragement. “Yeah, dad. Fuck his ass good. Stretch that college boy hole open and plant your seed inside him” Ric said. Frank grunted and pushed Taylor’s legs farther back and then pounded harder until his cock started to spew his bug filled seed deep into Taylor’s pussy. “Fuck yeah” Ric said as he watched his dad’s orgasm. When Frank pulled out Ric watched some cum drip out and quickly moved in to coat the tip of his cock with it. With Taylor’s hole still loose from taking Frank’s cock, Ric pushed in. “OH FUCK!” Taylor yelled out as Ric’s cock stretched him open more than he expected. Ric looked down at Taylor’s face and grinned. He waited a few moments to let Taylor get used to the girth of the cock that was now only half way inside him. To make the point, Ric pushed harder and got another inch inside. Taylor’s eyes were wide open as was his mouth. His groan was interrupted only by an occasional whimper. “Yeah, son. Show him how a real cock feels” Frank said. Ric looked at his dad and wondered if Frank realized that he had just insulted himself. Ric pulled back a few inches and drove in until he hit a wall. “oh fuck fuck fuck” growled Taylor. Ric chuckled and asked Taylor “You want it all or just this deep?” “Oh my god. You’re not all the way in?” Taylor said with pain in his voice. Ric wiggled his hips and then thrust in. He watched Taylor’s eyes roll back in his head as he groaned loudly. He tried a few more times and could feel Taylor squirm under him. “You got this” Ric said as he jabbed one more time and broke through the inner ring. Taylor body spasmed around Ric’s cock and and his eyes rolled back again. Ric leaned in, saying “Even tighter than your throat. Now, it’s time to really fuck you.” He stood up and grabbed Taylor’s ankles before he began to slowly fuck him. He only used a three quarter stroke but Taylor was still convinced his guts were being destroyed. Ric kept going, pumping his cock in and out with the occasional thrust all the way in. Each time he did it, his cock squeezed past the inner ring easier. After twenty minutes he was able to do full strokes at will and his balls were slapping against Taylor’s ass. Ric drilled faster and faster and then looked down to see Taylor staring at him. Their eyes connected and Ric stared back. He cocked his head to one side, raising his eyebrows and Taylor nodded back at him. He knew the time was right for Ric to plant his toxic load in deep. Ric pounded quickly and then plowed his cock all the way in, pumping globs of highly charged cum into Taylor’s body. Taylor whimpered as he felt the cock swell and he knew he was taking Ric’s poz load. Taylor may have thought it was the first poz load he had ever taken, but Frank had taken those honors. Ric pulled back and thrust in one more time, working another spurt out and blasting it into Taylor’s abused fuck chute. Ric slowly pulled his cock out and there were streaks of red on the shaft. Frank kneeled down and started to lick over the swollen pussy, tasting the mixture of cum, assjuice and blood. As sore as his ass was, the tongue lapping at his hole felt good and Taylor started to moan once more. When he couldn’t hold his legs up any longer Taylor lowered them down and Frank backed away. He looked back at the father and son that had just used him and smiled. “You guys are brutes” he said, slowly sitting up before adding "but that was fuckin amazing." “You probably need a shower before you go home” Ric said and Taylor nodded. He staggered over to the bathroom and rinsed off quickly. While he dressed, Frank showered. “Do you always fuck like that?” Taylor asked Ric. “Nah, I don't fuck other guys with my dad much. It just seemed to be right for the moment. You said you wanted a poz fuck” Ric replied. “Yeah, but I won’t be able to get fucked for a couple weeks the way I feel right now” Taylor said. “That’s the idea. You’ll know if this was the fuck that charged you” Ric replied with an evil grin. “Uh… what? You’re not on meds?” Taylor said as the reality sunk in. “Nope. Dad isn’t either” Ric said as he heard the water stop in the shower. “Fuuuuck” said Taylor. Ric realized that this might have been more than Taylor bargained for so he said “Hit the clinic for pep if you’re not sure you want it or just see what happens. We can always try again in the fall.” Taylor’s eyes were glazed but he nodded and then said “Yeah, I do want to fuck again but not as rough. Keep my number around for next semester.” He walked to the door and it closed just as Frank came out of the bathroom. “He gone?” Frank asked. “Yeah” Ric replied. “That was one hard fuck, son. Were you trying to show off for me?” Frank asked. “Nope. Sometimes I’m just in that mood” Ric answered as he headed to the shower.

I havent been back to Ohio to visit in years. I recently made a trip for the holidays to visit my family. My cousin who is about 10 years older than me, and who recently got out of prison was also in town and we hung out. He really hit the gym hard and came out looking pretty damn good. I had only recently been open with my family and was a bit nervous hanging out with him since before he never knew I was gay. At first nothing seemed off other than me randomly catching myself staring at him, which i felt guilty about since we are related. He caught me checking him out and at first didnt do much. Well the night progressed and everyone else either went home or passed out and it ended up just being my cousin and myself alone in the living room. He had already had a few beers and out of the blue he asked me "so I heard you are a faggot". It caught off guard one being called a faggot and two him just bring it up randomly. I didnt know how to respond and just turned to look at him. "so are you or arnt you a faggot" he asked again this time getting off the couch and coming towards me. I didnt know what to say and just nodded my head. I was about to say that it offended me being called a faggot but my words stopped in my throat when I heard and saw what he did next. He grabbed his crotch and came up straight to my face "im not going to lie, I got used to fucking some faggots. Felt great being able to bust in them without having to worry about getting a bitch pregnant. I got enough kids as it is" His hand is holding his crotch and he is looming over me as i sit on the couch. I cant take my eyes off his growing bulge in his pants and he gives me a smirk. "I saw you checking me out all day, I know you want this, you cant deny it." I just nod my head cant believing what is happening. I felt guilty because we are related but he had gotten really hot and his dick was very noticeably hard and my inner pig starts to come out. I cant keep my eyes off his crotch as i bite my lip wanting to taste it. He laughs and walks away, at first i thought he was teasing me and I felt my stomach drop, but then he asked "well arnt you going to come to my room with me, cant have anyone walk in on us. I aint no faggot i just like fucking a nice hole and dont want anyone to think otherwise". Im off the couch and following him to his room before I know it. I follow him into his room and he just lays on his bed and motions me over. "Come suck on my dick get it nice and wet faggot". I obediently does what he says and walk over. I slowly pull his sweat pants off and expose his throbbing cock. It had to be about 7 1/2 inches and pretty thick. I cant resist at this point and immediately take his dick into my mouth. His dick is oozing precum and it has a slight bitter taste from all the booze he had been drinking. He is leaning back his arms behind his head with his eyes closed. "suck that dick faggot, get it nice and wet". I first start off slow just tasting his cock but then I feel his big rough hands on the back of my head and he shoves my head down on his cock. I gag at first and try to pull back but he holds my head down. "lets get that saliva going, yeah gag on my big dick faggot." my eyes are watering but i relax my throat and deep throat it his fat cock. "fuck yeah you faggots really know how to work a cock" he starts to thrust into my mouth and im doing everything i can to swallow it. Suddenly he pulls my head off his cock and grabs me throwing me on the bed. He practically rips my pants off me and pushs my body down exposing my ass to him. "mmm look at that hole" he says and spits on it. He then rubs his cock on my hole and then shoves in. I try to relax but I was not prepared for it and my body tenses up. He just pushs all his weight on top of me pinning me down as he keeps his dick inside me. His hand had found its way to my mouth as he holds it to keep me from making any noise. "fuck yeah faggot, take that dick, fuck your ass is so tight not like those other loose holes." he whispers into my ear as he pushes deeper in me. At first im in pain and im trying not to whimper and relax, he just continues to thrust into me. I dont know if it was because he was man handling me or if it was because I was very tight but it didnt really take him long before i felt his body start to tense up and he starts grunting in my ear. I can feel his dick throbbing deep inside me as he unloads his seed into me. He leaves his dick in me and just continues to lay on top of me. At this point it is really dawning on me I just got fucked by a relative, by my hot ex convict cousin. He finally pulls out and slaps my ass. "yep you have a nice tight hole and im going to make you mine"

This week I went on a business trip and had a very sexcessful trip. I fucked a few holes but wanted to write about my connection with the "boy" I fuck whenever I'm in town. He is 30yo 5'8" 190 gr/br 7c. He was in the military for several years until recently. He has a hairy chest and ass and just loves to have daddy cock in his hole. He loves cock but most of all he loves cum inside him. We contacted each other via BBRT and have kept in touch for at least a year. I have been fucking him for almost as long. This time was no exception. He reached out and asked me if I was available on Wednesday of that week. Yes I was going to be in town until Thursday and would be happy to see him. He came over as promised and I was already naked and waiting. He jumped out of his clothes and got into bed. We started kissing and licking. His tongue all over mine. Our cocks were pushing against each other and drooling. I licked his nipples and he licked mine. We kissed more and rubbed cocks. I fingered his hole and he said YES. "I need your seed daddy" That was all I needed. He rolled on his stomach (our favorite position) and I licked his hole. He hit some poppers and so did I. I rubbed my cock on his ass and was grinding against him. He was lifting up to meet me and begging me to enter. He was so horny since it had been several weeks since we saw each other and fucked prior. I shoved my cock inside. His insides were so soft and warm. Perfect for my cock. "such a good fit" he said. He was a bit tight and as pulled back my cock his ass closed up. I was sliding inside and pulling back and every time it was closing up around my cock and cock head. We would both gasp and moan at the pleasure. My cock was dripping inside him because it became slicker and slicker. He hit the poppers and I took a hit too. We both started banging and pumping till the bed was shaking. It was so fucking good. He is so responsive and was moaning and groaning. It really turned me on. I was pounding his hole and we were sweating hot man sex sweat. I felt my balls pull up and with a roar I shot a huge load inside him. He was moaning as he had an internal orgasm too. We could feel each other cum. It was amazing. I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. I kept fucking him and pounding and sliding inside. We hit poppers again and my cock swelled up and I shot a second load inside. I rolled off him to take a break and fingered his hole. I played with his cock. His hole was soaked. He started kissing me and licking. We rested a bit and we turned on our side. My cock found his hole again and I slide inside. Rocking back and forth on our sides we were fucking away. He turned back on his stomach and reached for the poppers. We both took great hits and I was lost in his hole. Eventually I shot another load deep inside. We fucked for 3 hours and I shot 5 loads in him. After my last load I was still hard and he sat on me. He stroked his cock as he slammed me with his ass. I reached up and played with his nipples. I thrust up and he thrust down. His orgasm pushed me out of him and shot all over us. He came buckets. With a big sigh and a smile from us both he rolled off. We rested a bit before he noticed the time and said he had to get home to his wife. We already scheduled a fuck session next month. BH

My boyfriend and I spend the day skiing at the local mountain; and after hours of checking out snowboarders, and twinks we her both hard as rocks when we got home. We took a quick shower and hopped on Grindr. As luck would have it there was a young cumdump we had breed before, who was itching to get fucked. He is knocking on our door within an hour. Waste no time making out with the two of us and getting his hands all over our cocks. We head directly to the bed room. After a few minutes of making out and mutual oral. I bend him over the bed and slid in raw; while he is servicing my mans fat cock. This is when the dirty talk starts. My boyfriend is talking about how he has so much cock inside him; and how we are going to breed him with our cum. I’m about to cum so I take a break, I want to feel my mans seeds in his hole while I cum. Derek takes my place in the sluts hole; and I just watch the show as I catch my breath. When I’m read to rejoin the action we put the dum on his back. Derek slides in balls deep, and I sit on his face. This hot scene goes on for a few minutes. But it’s not long before he gets his first load of the day. I choose to fuck his missionary. Give him a hot of poppers, and I take one for myself. At first I slid in slow. Savoring the velvety feel of his hole; the natural lube from the cum I can see leaking out of his hole onto my sheets. I take a second his of poppers, take a deep breath, and let loose oh his hole. I pick of the speed of my thrusts. He is moaning. I am breathing heavy. Derek is egging me on, talking dirty “come on breed the slut.” The room is hot, and filled with sexual energy. I lead out a groan and drop my seed in his hole. I notice at the same time I’m cuming a wet spot appears on the pouch of his jock. I gave him a massive prostate orgasm. I collapsed onto him and caught my breath. We got dressed and set the slut home with two loads deep in his guts. It only too 30 minutes. We will have to have the dump over again.

My ass was a cummy mess! I looked at it with my iphone camera and I was fucking oozing! It was almost 10:30 now and I wanted to make one more stop that night before I called it quits. I walked out of the video store smiling my ass off and I was sure all the guys knew I had taken lots of cum. I hailed a cab on 8th ave and headed to a small bareback sex party in the east village… **************** **************** ************** I rang the buzzer of the apartment near Astor place and was buzzed in quickly. I checked my clothes while exchanging pleasantries with the host, whom I have know for some time being a semi-frequent attendee of his party. This particular party was advertised as a bareback party, condoms would be provided but it was expected that you were going raw. As I was packing my thing into the trash bag for the clothes check, the buzzer rang and in came a sexy German guy. He was naked and hard in a few short minutes and I went into the play room. The room was equipped with a sling and some benches for play and lube, I had my own poppers. I sat down and the german sat next to me, we started stroking each others cocks, but he didn’t want to do more. I however wanted more cum up my ass, especially from the men at this party, most of whom were known or expected to be poz. The buzzer rang again and shorty after a Latino guy walked in with a raging nine incher. He was a no games kind of guy and immediately went on his knees, bent me over and starting eating my ass. He was real good at it, and got my hole nice and relaxed and wet. I started hitting the poppers and bent over more to let him in further. The German guy was right in front of me smiling and watching, he reached over and held my ass cheeks apart and the Latino pig really went to town, slurping on my ass hole, spitting into me, and tongue-fucking me hard. I was ready to get plowed and he knew it. He stood up and slid his entire length into my hole until I felt his stomach and hips against my ass. He held my meaty ass cheeks and rough fucked me deep. He was long dicking my ass, and I was staring into the German's face as he jerked off watching me take the Latino's cock, a man who’s face I hadn't even really gotten a clear look. The German was smiling at me, saying telling me what a good slut I was, a good little faggot slut boy. The Latino started slamming into my ass and then leaned into my ear, “Can I cum in you?” he asked me. “Of course man, load that hole, fill me up man!” I replied. This drove him crazy and I edged him on, wanting him to cum in my ass, I wanted him to add his seed to that of the other anon men who had dumped in me earlier that day. He started to grunt and buckle and I knew he was cumming. He fucked me harder then, pushing his dick as far as it would go. I imagined his cum seeping into my blood stream and my own cock was oozing pre cum. Mine wasn’t the only cock on the verge of shooting ropes of poz jizm, the German guy wouldn’t even touch his own for fear of cumming too soon. But I wanted him in me too. “Can I sit on your cock?” I asked. “I’m too close man” he replied. "Well I want your cum in my ass, dude.” I turned around and slid my well cum-lubed ass onto his throbbing shaft and he immediately started to pulsate into me. I felt ever gush of cum from his cock. It was fucking beautiful and I had to keep away from touching my own cock before I too came. When I slid off I tried to suck him clean but he was too sensitive from the intense orgasm he had just had up my ass, so smiling my thanks, I went outside in the backyard for a smoke. When I came back in there was an older guy there, maybe late 50’s, well built for his age and with a look I loved: that of an older-man with AIDS wasting! He was fucking hot. As I admired him, the host came over to me and said “He’s an awesome top, and very potent.” He said winking. I understood what he was saying: that this man was a walking AIDS death fuck. Of course I wanted him to charge my hole. My Latino friend had another plan for me though. He saw me and immediately bent me over onto the bed in the living room, and slid slid his cock into me and fucked me harder than he had before. Slamming into me, tearing me up. I was sure I was going to be in pain the next day. He slam fucked me for what seemed like 15 minutes and then held me down by the neck doggy style and unloaded in me again. When he pulled out I felt the trickle of cum slide out of my hole, down my ball sack and that’s when I felt my AIDS daddy's mouth. He was licking my balls clean making his way toward my hole. I was in heaven. I wanted him to fuck that diseased cum into me more than I wanted anything else. He cleaned my hole off then grabbed me by the hair and moved my mouth over to his dick. He was eight inches, cut and really veiny. I love veiny cock, especially when I know the guy had AIDS blood running through those veins. I licked him shaft to balls then slid him into my mouth and sucked him with fury: softly but with intent, wetting his balls with my tongue on the down stroke and lingering for a second longer on his head. He was fucking loving it. “Yeah, boy, suck that dirty cock, use your mouth on daddy's cock. Make daddy feel nice and good with that slut mouth” he grunted at me. I pulled off took a huge hit of poppers and went to town on his dick, sucking with fury and a passion for raw poz lust. He slapped my ass giving me the signal to 'bring that hole over here'. I spread my ass myself, opening my hole, making sure he saw the cum already buried into me, advising he I was a gaping AIDS fuck hole available for his pleasure. “Fuck me daddy. Give me that toxic seed, fuck that cum into me” I said in a hushed whisper. “What was that boy? You want what?” he demanded, placing his cock head against my open hole. “I want you to fuck me with that dirty tool, Sir. I want you to recharge that ass with your strain, fuck that cum into my blood!” He slammed his cock into me and pounded away. It hurt real bad, he was intentionally hitting my walls and fucking me with a slight sideways slant to insure some damage. This guy enjoyed fucking bug chasing bottom boys. “Yeah, Daddy. Fuck me! Fuck that load into my hole, Daddy. Give me your AIDS!” I shouted. “Don’t worry, boy. I’m gonna give you a good toxic load. Gonna make sure you get my DNA up your gut, give you the fuck flu all over again. You’re gonna remember this fuck, you stupid little AIDS faggot whore!” he said while slamming into me so hard I thought I would pass out. The other guys had been watching, some with looks of disbelief. Here was a pretty little 24 year old twink boy begging for AIDS sperm from an almost 60-something year old wasted-faced, skinny AIDS fucker - and loving it. One of the guys fed me my poppers and didn’t remove the bottle. I was spinning. I was taking this cock with so much intent the rest of the guys were all jerking off. Even if they didn’t find Poz talk hot, at that moment, the depravity of my actions had everyone rock hard. The German guy came closer and said he was going to cum, my AIDS daddy pulled out a second while the German guy put his piss slit near my hole and sprayed my ass with his cum. AIDS daddy scooped some up put it on his cock and fucked the German's cum deeper into me. I felt so fucking full and slutty and open and wonderful. AIDs Daddy had been fucking me for 20 minutes and was still going strong. When I asked him if he was close he said “Boy, I’ve cum in you twice already!” And I went nuts, bucking my ass against his cock and panting and begging for more. He flipped me onto my back to look me in my eyes while he fucked me and I saw a new cock near my mouth and instinctively began sucking it, although never loosing eye contact with my AIDS daddy. He slammed into me some more and spit into my mouth snarling. He looked like an evil possessed demon fucker, and I knew all he wanted was to make sure his AIDS lived in me for as long as I was alive. And I would be sure to pass it on when the time was right. This poz fucker would live forever through his AIDS lineage and I was his receptacle. “Here I cum again, boy, you want some more of my AIDS cum? Let me hear you beg!” “Give it to me, Daddy. I need your AIDS sperm. I need you to recharge my ass. Make me toxic. Give me your fucking POZ cum.” With that he came in convulsions, unloading his disease into me. He fell on top of me and pulled out. For a second I felt very empty, like I was missing something, until the new guy mounted my ass. He was West Indian and hung, uncut, with a down curve to his cock. I hit my poppers more, I was almost too poppered out but being used so much without rest that I didn’t have time to think about it. The guy kept saying “Damn you're so full of cum. Fuck man, you're oozing all over my cock.” Needless to say he didn’t last long and shot in my ass with a series of grunts and bucks yelling for me to take his “fucking nasty seed!” Now it was late and I needed to go but I also needed to cum, so I mounted AIDS daddy again and rode his cock while stroking my own uncut eight inch poz shaft. It didn’t take long for me either, but I shot more cum than I ever had in my life. It just kept cumming. The German guy scooped it up off the bed and smeared it on my face, then kissed me while AIDS Daddy began to pulse into my ass for the last time that night. “Damn you're a little poz slut. Your ass was the main attraction tonight huh. You’re so fucking hot. I love a little take all loads slut boy.” With that he kissed me on the mouth, in the process tasting my cum. He made me open my mouth and he spit my own cum back into my mouth. I had to go. I was spent and tired and my legs and hole throbbed. The West Indian guy drove me home. We had good conversation and when I left I looked down at his car seat and sure enough there was a cum stain that leaked out of my ass. I didn’t care though. I had had a great Sunday and was now hungry as hell, so I stopped in the McDonalds and stood in line with my ass leaking poz cum down my shorts.

This PM.. i went to a sauna i have not been to in a long time.The place was packed. I walked into the dark steam room, very difficult to focus who was there but immediatly felt up by loads of hands attached to naked guys with hard dicks. Then a hot mouth just took my dick in it. I then got bent over and fucked by a girthy cock then another and another leaving their ID in my arse. Best part was in a semi dark room, a bloke came up behind me arms round me pinching and pulling my nipples awesome, i could feel his cock nudging against my arse, but thrn a hot mouth engulfed my dick and was blowing me, my other nipple guy still doing my nipples had just slid his cock inmy arse whilst i was getting sucked off till i shot my load down the suckers throat.

Louis and I chatted over the next week and a half. Both of us had been busy but I could tell he was getting hornier by the day. I knew how to keep myself sexually satisfied. I had some fuckbuds and some guys that were good for a blowjob or a quick fuck and it kept me calm. I got a message on Wednesday asking me “Want to grab a beer tonight? Meeting some work ppl at the Spoke and Spike at 6.” It was a straight bar that had a reputation as a pickup joint. I replied that I would meet him there about 6:30. I walked in and looked around, finding Louis and a couple guys over at a table. When I looked around I saw a few familiar faces as well. Some of the guys would hide their faces and others would just ignore me. I guess swallowing some fag’s load wasn’t something they wanted anyone to know about. I chatted with Louis and his co-workers. One seemed pretty nervous and I realized that I had hooked up with him a few months earlier. He was a decent cocksucker and an ok fuck. I wasn’t going to out him in front of his buds. That wasn’t my style unless he had pissed me off - he hadn’t, so he didn’t have anything to worry about. I wasn’t about to say anything about Louis other than we were friends. About an hour later I realized that Louis was off talking to some girl at the bar and I was talking to his buds. I wasn’t going to get lucky with his co-workers, but it seemed that Louis was going to get lucky with her. A few minutes later, he pulled me away and the girl said “I think it would be fun if both of you came back to my place” she said, winking at both of us. Louis seemed surprised, but I had seen this move before. “Nah, it’s not my thing. Why don’t you go see how many times you can make him shoot?” I said. Both seemed shocked at my reply but kept talking to each other. About ten minutes later I saw them heading out the door of the bar. I turned back and his friends seemed to be walking back to the pool table in the corner. I turned to the bar and hailed Jim the bartender. I knew him from a few gay bars that I visited occasionally. “Hey Jim, you now slumming it in the straight part of town?” I asked as I pushed my pint glass towards him. Jim filled my glass and winked as he slid it across the bar. “Yeah, but I make more money here. I bartend most of the time instead of playing with the customers, so the tips are better” Jim replied. “Damn, that ass should be really tight then” I said back to him. Jim smiled back at me and headed off to serve some more breeders. I finished my beer and looked around the room before I pushed my glass back and left a generous tip and headed to the bathroom. I walked up to the urinal and pulled my cock out to pee. A short, stocky black guy walked up to the urinal next to me and looked over. “Hey Antoine, good to see you again” I said nonchalantly while still staring at the wall. “Uh, hi” Antoine said nervously. I looked around and no one else was in the bathroom yet. I grabbed him by the collar and walked him to the first stall. He sat down and knew what I wanted. He opened wide and took my cock into his mouth and started sucking without any questions. I had pumped a few loads down his throat at a few different bars over the past few years. He eagerly sucked on my cock until I decided it was time to give him a liquid dinner. I thrusted into his mouth, shoving my cock into his throat. He never complained and even sucked harder when I got rougher. I hooked my fingers around the back of his head and shoved in all the way and I started to pump my four day load down his throat. I’m pretty sure he didn’t taste a drop and when I was done, I pulled my cock out and stuffed it back in my jeans. I walked out the door and headed back home.

I was on Grindr this morning and got a message from someone that was extremely close by. Turns out he's staying in the same hotel. He simply said, "R U INTO ANON FUCKING?". I replied back, "FUCK, YEAH!". He asked for my room number. I gave it to him and told him to just push on the door. I'd have it fixed so he could just come in. The room would be dark. I asked if he wanted me on my knees, to suck him first? Or did he want me ass up on the bed. He said, "Ass Up". I quickly closed the drapes. Turned off all the lights and stripped. There was just a faint light coming through the edges of the draperies to give a soft light in the room. You could make out shapes. But not see faces unless up close. I kneeled on the edge of the bed. With my bottle of poppers in hand, I waited to hear the door open. In just a few minutes, that wonderful sound of the door opening and closing was heard. I took a couple of strong hits from my popper bottle as I felt him feel my ass and rub my asshole. I heard him removing his pants. Then felt his mouth on my hole. He licked and slid saliva up inside my hole with his tongue. Then I felt his cockhead press against my hole. He grabbed me around the waist and pushed up into me. Ahhh.....It felt great sliding into my hole. He felt like he was sliding 6 or 7 inches into me. It had a nice thickness, too. Best of all, he was rock hard. His Grindr profile said he was 29. Not a word was spoken, but he pounded me hard and deep for about 6 or 7 minutes, until he finally slammed deep into me and filled my gut with his load. He just as quickly pulled out, pulled up his pants and left my room. All without a word spoken. I never saw his face. Or any other part of him. I loved being filled with the hot cum of someone I have no idea who he was.

I’ve been talking to this guy on Grindr for a couple days. Last night we finally met. He was on the couch naked with the fattest dick ever. He didn’t shower and smelled like man. I started sucking him and took a few hits of poppers. I told him I wanted his raw cock in me. I lay face down and he starts lubing up. I take a big hit of maximum impact and feel every inch of his raw daddy cock stretch my hole so good. It felt so fucking amazing. He fucked me for 40 minutes. I swear he probably came a few times at least that’s what it felt like while I was spinning. On the last one he asked me if I was ready for his load so I just took another hit and felt his cock spasm inside me. Afterwards my hole was still hungry for loads.

Had quite an enjoyable and unusual Friday night a couple of weeks ago. Lately I’ve been texting and talking with this Dom top that I met through Breeding Zone. He’s expressed his interest in using me and training me to be his sub. Told me that he wants to own me and control me sexually. Although I love being a cumdump whore, the whole Dom/sub relationship hasn’t been of huge interest to me. However I’m definitely willing to explore! For this Friday, he proposed that I’d be a birthday gift for his roommate. I was definitely down for that and we started to make plans. He wanted it to be a complete surprise for his roommate. The roommate was told that I’d be arriving at 7 to meet up with my Dom. When I arrived, The roommate said that he was surprised that my dumb wanted to meet me this early as he wouldn’t be home for another couple of hours. I expressed surprise at this and asked if it was OK if I hung out until he arrived. The roommate said “sure that would be fine”. Next I asked to use the bathroom stating that I just come from the gym where I drank lots of water. In the bathroom, I quickly changed into my outfit; top hat, bowtie, and matching jockstrap. I then went out into the living room and said “surprise happy birthday” to the roommate. He was completely shocked and said that “son of a bitch” and immediately sent my Dom a text. I told him I was here to pleasure him on his birthday. He then took out his dick and said “go to it!”. I got down on my knees in front of the chair that he was sitting on taking his semi erect cock into my mouth. I gave him head as deep in my mouth as I could knowing that when I was pleasing him I would also be pleasing my Dom. He stroked my hair and told me what a great birthday present I was as he got hard in my mouth. He told me to get into the bedroom where I continued to suck him positioned between his legs. When he was rockhard, he pushed me onto my back lining up his dick with my hole. As he entered me I knew my Dom would be pleased. The roommate thrust into me hard and proceeded to take his birthday gift. While he continued thrusting into me,He pushed back and sideways on my legs so that my hole was completely accessible to him. He didn’t last long and with one final thrust spurted his load deep into me. Afterwords we cuddled and talked for a while about how I had met my Dom and his birthday present had been arranged. When my Dom arrived home, he wanted to know all of the details from both of us. He got so excited that he quickly took me to his bedroom where he took out his rigid cock and began to shove it in my mouth forcing me to Deep Throat it. As I choked and gagged on his cock, he pulled it out for a short time allowing me to breathe, slapped me across the face and told me that I was a good bitch and had passed the first test. He then shoved his dick back down my throat as I choked and gagged some more. When he was ready to come, he pulled out of my mouth and slammed it right into my hole depositing it deep into my ass. As soon as he was done, he told me to get out as my job was done. I stumbled out of the house disheveled and bewildered; yet very turned on.

Love that a story i wrote 7years ago is trending. Enjoy brothers

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

Last Thursday night...2 loads. Got back to my hotel about midnight, on a work trip. Got on bbrt to see if I could get bred late night. Hot young muscle asian guy was only 120 ft away, hit him up, found out we were in same hotel. Door ajar, he came up, walked in dark room, all I saw was his muscular legs and green flip flops. Within seconds he was mounting me and inside me and in a few minutes blew his load up my ass. No talking, not much sound, just grunting when he inseminated me. He got off me, put on his shorts and quietly walked out. No more men close by so no more loads and I went to sleep. At around 3AM, I was awakened to to contact soft knocking on the door. I go up and went to look, outside all I could see was a small piece of paper that said, “ do u want my second load?” I lightly opened the door, he held it and whispered through, keep the lights off and get back in same position. I did and he came in, again all I could see was his smooth muscular calf muscles, his flip flops and feet. Short came off and he mounted me again. He took a good 15 minutes pumping me with his thick cock. Bust his nut in me finally. Again nothing but quiet grunts. He put on his shorts and quietly left... I thanked him on bbrt. But never saw him or his face. Nice 2 loads.

I have been bareback only since the early 90s. I was always mostly bottom, but I have been exclusively bottom since the late 90s. By that time, I was not actively chasing, but I was also not doing much to avoid poz loads. I had accepted that I would poz up at some point, but I was not going out looking for poz guys even if all I was doing to protect myself was asking "I'm neg, are you?" I met my future husband in 2005. He was a hot redneck with 8x6 cut who fucked like a demon. We became monogamous after a couple of weeks, and we both tested negative. We were completely monogamous for 6 years. This worked well for us because he was almost exclusively top. Honestly, it was all I could do to keep up with his sex drive. We got legally married in California in 2008 in the time before Prop 8 passed. Eventually, we both started craving a little fresh meat. When we started talking about opening up, he said, "Please don't make me wear a rubber." I told him I was cool with him fucking other people bare as long as I was allowed to take it bare and take loads. He was a little hesitant but agreed that was only fair. We started having threesomes and foursomes, and eventually we gave each other permission to play alone. [My husband had lost his first lover to AIDS in the mid 80s. They had moved to San Francisco hoping some doctor there could help him. His lover died a few moths after they arrived, and he spent years working with AIDS related charities. He took care of many men in the last stages whose family and friends had abandoned them. Because of all of this, he was very worried about me contracting HIV. He didn't want to have to bury another man.] Very soon, my husband realized that he really got off on watching other men breed me and then fucking my cummy hole. I would often wake up on Saturday to find he had been on the apps and sites since early morning and set up several guys to breed me. He seemed content to serosort through asking "are you neg?" I knew this wasn't good protection for me/us, but I didn't really mind. Like I said before, I had already made peace with the thought of getting pozzed. In the summer of 2013, I was diagnosed with syphilis. It was in the second stage, so who knows when I contracted it. He suddenly got terrified that I had also pozzed. He started pushing for me to go on PrEP. It took several months for various reasons I have talked about on here before, but I started PrEP in early 2014. It was the only thing that allowed him to relax enough to let us enjoy our open sex life. He went on it a couple of months later. That's where I have been for several years now. I believe that PrEP is a good thing. It is the only way a cumdump bottom can expect to remain HIV-. I say this even if I was on it mostly for my husband's comfort. My husband recently passed away very unexpectedly (recently enough that this is my first time mentioning it on here). My first thought was to flush all my Truvada. But I have decided that the conventional wisdom of waiting a while before making life-changing decisions applied to this one. I am glad we have PrEP. I fully support everyone who is on it. I also understand and support those who choose not to be.

I most definitely like bottoms who open their assholes as much as they can and keep it relaxed throughout the whole session. I love making assholes look and feel like pussies after a long and deep fuck. If a bottom squeezes my dick with his hole, it's usually because I asked him to, just to train him, but that's only at the beginning, and it's still not my preference at all. And he better not do it on purpose, let alone repeteadly, or he'll get smacked and corrected. By the way, when I started fucking guys I had one muscle bottom who would push his asshole outwards as hard as he could. The whole situation was new and strange to me, almost as if he was taking a huge shit, while I kept thrusting him deep inside. He would also moan like a bitch. At the time it was a new experience for me and it felt weird on my dick, in a nice way, but then he would do that in every meeting during the whole fuck until I stopped him for good. But that made me wonder if any other greedy bottom does that too, and why it is. When I started fucking him without letting him push his asshole, he could almost take my cock.

What a lucky guy

Was checking grind out at work last night. Contact 0 feet from me which I've never seen before. Chatted. Met othe back corner of the parking lot in shadow and be fucked me bent over the back of someone's car. Decent size, maybe 7”. Was enjoyable finishing by shift with a load in my ass.

I loved William Higgins/Catalina movies at that time. Pizza Boy - He Delivers right up there.

Thursday night. Set up the exact same two guys as two weeks ago. Gonna get two loads tonight. One for after work and the other for later evening. I get home from work to prep for my young hot black boy first and I get a message from this hot young Vietnamese guy on Grindr. He's been sending me occasional messages for about a year but we never managed to fuck He's literally 1000 ft away and says do I wanna his load. It's 4:10 and my other guy is coming at 5ish. I tell him I don't have much time and he says he can be quick. What the hell. Yeah, come over. Door's open for him. He comes in and takes a piss and then leaves his dick out for me to suck. It's not big but it gets very hard. This guy is young, beautiful skin, hard body, you could bounce a quarter off his ass. I turn around and he fucks me bent over in my bedroom. 4 minutes later he shoots his cum in my ass and he's on his way. Awesome. Load one and didn't plan this one. I push out his cum and lick it out of my palm. Hot. Then 45 minutes later the young hot black guy that loves to call me daddy arrives. This time our session was longer. Lots of kissing and spitting before he slid his hard cock into my dad hole. Absolutely loves fucking daddies. After a nice long fuck with lots of daddy role play and calling him a slut he unloaded his cum in my ass. We took a break and then he fucked me again for a while. This time he didn't cum though. He pulled out and i sucked him a while. Then he shot the next load in my mouth. Yummy cum. He leaves. Four hours later my last bud of the night comes over. Another spectacular fucking and breeding. He's the best lay. Total fills my hole with his cum and fucks me another 40 minutes but doesn't unload the 2nd one. That's ok though cause my hole is fucking sore. Good time to quit for the day. He leaves. Three loads today in my ass. One Asian, one black guy and one white guy. Hot mix of cum.

I was looking on Doublelist yesterday afternoon. I of course look through the gay4gay and str84gay listings. But, I also like to look through the guys4women listings. I'll occasionally even send those guys a message stating that if they don't find a female, I'd love to suck them off. Believe it or not, occasionally I'll get a reply from those guys. And a few times I've even ended up meeting and sucking off the str8 guy. So, even though the chances are rare that it will go somewhere, it's always worth a try. In the guys4women listing I found a post from a str8 trucker. He said he was just pulling into town and would be spending the night in his truck at a truck stop on the south end of the valley. Not too far from where I live. I sent the guy a message saying I know he was looking for female, but that I knew most of the women on Doublelist in Vegas are "working girls". I told him if he didn't find a female and still needed a mouth to get him off, I'd be happy to get him off with my mouth. I attached a couple of pics of me sucking some dick and one of me eating some ass and sent the email off to him. About 45 minutes went by and I hadn't heard anything from him. I'd actually kind of forgotten about him when I got an email. I read it and it was from the trucker. He said he was at the truck stop and that just as I'd said, all the women that had contacted him were wanting money. He said he had a weeks load and just needed a mouth to get him off. He said he has had a few guys blow him in the past. He said as long as his sleeper was dark, he was ok with a guy getting him off if he sucked good. I told him that I was good at it and a dark sleeper cabin was fine with me. He told me how to find his rig and I told him that I'd be there in 30 minutes. He told me to knock. Wait a few seconds so he could get his cock out and turn off the light, then come up into the cab and find him in the sleeper, behind the curtains. I did just as he told me. I drove to the truckstop. I found his rig. I parked where he told me to park and I walked back to his rig. I knocked on his cab door and waited for a few seconds. Then I climbed up into his rig, closed and locked his door and opened the curtain to climb back into the sleeper. As I had the curtains split briefly to enter the sleeper I could see him sitting on the edge of the bed. He was a really hot, masculine, muscular guy in his early 50's. His chest was covered in thick, black hair. His hair was salt & pepper. He wore it long and looked a bit straggly. He looked like he had a couple of days growth of whiskers covering his chin and cheeks. He was sitting there naked and a long, thick cock was hanging limp between his legs. I closed the drapes behind me. I quickly removed my shirt and short pants, including my underwear. I grabbed my poppers from my shorts pocket as I dropped to my knees between his legs. I leaned in and took his thick, limp cock between my lips. I sucked for a bit, then lowered to his balls and licked his balls. I stroked his cock a bit as I licked his balls. Then went back to sucking on his cock. His cock was slowly swelling as I worshipped his cock. Within minutes he was rock hard and let out a soft moan as I sucked him. After about 5 minutes of sucking him, I could hear his breathing quicken. He pushed my head off his cock. "I don't want to cum yet", he said as he pushed me away. I lifted his legs and licked his balls again. I licked underneath his balls. Then pushed his legs further back and licked his hairy asshole. He let out a load groan. "Oh, fuck! Jesus! FUCK! I've never had my ass licked. Damn! Fuck! That's amazing." I continue to lick his hole as he squirms and moans. I spread his asscheeks and lick up inside his hole. He's going wild. Finally I let his legs down and my mouth dives back on his now dripping cock. After another few moments he pushes my head away again. "Fuck! I don't want to cum." I again repeat the rimming of his hairy ass. "Do you want to fuck me?" I ask? "Nahhh......... I don't fuck guys. I've never fucked a dude. But shit, dude. You've got me horny as hell. I go back to sucking him and after a few minutes he pushes me off again. "Fuck me, dude. You can control your orgasm better if you're fucking me. You can edge yourself as long as you want in my ass. You'll love my ass." I tell him as I climb up from the floor. Without waiting for his answer, I climb onto the mattress and put my ass up, kneeling on the edge of the mattress. Also without saying anything, he climbs off the mattress and stands behind me. I spit a few times onto my fingers and lube up my ass with my own saliva. I get my hole nice and slick for him and then I take a couple of deep drags on my poppers. I feel him put his swollen cockhead up to my hole. Soon he's pressing up into me. I continue to sniff my poppers as my hole opens up and his cock slides all the way up into me. I feel him place his hands around my waist and he begins to slide in and out of me. Soon he's ramming into me. His body slapping into me as he thrusts. He grunts as his thrust become harder, deeper and more brutal. He's fucking like a crazy man. From his grunts, I could tell he was getting close. Then he pulls me back onto his cock as he holds it deep inside me. I can feel his cock throb as I feel him unloading his swollen balls into my ass. As he squirts rope after rope of cum into me, my ass is milking his cock. He shudders a bit, then pulls his cock out of me. "Fuck, dude! I can't believe you got me to do that. Fuck! That was intense!" I laughed as he dropped onto the small bench that was to the side of the sleeper. He was catching his breath as I climbed off the bed and began to dress. He was still trying to catch his breath. I had finished putting my shorts and shirt on, and was slipping on my flip flops when I said, "Thanks! Let me know when you're passing through Vegas the next time. My holes will always be yours if you want them." I climbed through the curtains and opened the cab door. I climbed down from the cab and walked back to my car, happy to know I had a hot load of trucker cum deep inside my guts.

Part Two “I don’t feel like doing all the work so I’m gonna let you beg for the mere opportunity to serve me.” I gaped at him briefly, then sheepishly, almost embarrassed, I slid off the couch and crawled across the filthy floor to his feet. I bowed my head low between his spread legs, eyes cast down but spine straight with core engaged, hoping he would interpret this body language as submissive yet proud. “Please sir. Please allow me to worship you however it pleases you. Please. I beg you for the opportunity to be used as your personal slave, servant, holes, whatever, however…just please allow me to…please, sir, please use this pathetic faggot in any way you like, you are the reason I exist, sir.” He sat there for a moment, absorbing my desperate declaration of servitude. I couldn’t see his face but out of my peripheral I could tell his cock definitely twitched a few times. He laughs, a deep belly laugh that slowly makes its way up to a smug chuckle. “Well fuck me running. I just got myself my very own faggot. Kinda feels like winning the lottery except .... He chuckles again to himself as he leans forward so his mass is towering over me, my head still bowed low between his legs at his feet, marveling at the amount of shards in his carpet...because...meth. He sparks his torch and takes a long luxurious rip off his bong, my kunt twitches. He exhales a massive cloud that seems to envelop me completely. I close my eyes. SMACK “Pay attention faggot, always. You live to serve men right? Well you live to serve me now and my servants are always on point, if you’re good enough I may even really get you on point. But first things first. Let’s see how well you do with this.” He leans back in his massive club chair, more masculine than ever before, slouches and spreads his legs so his fucking gym shorts ride up freeing a beautiful 6” half-mast cut cock and two huge, shaved, low hanging balls from the leg of the shorts. The world around me, and my place in it cease to exist; only this man and his manhood remain. I rapidly experience the perfect Pavlovian response: eyes dilate, mouth salivates, adrenaline pumps, attention focuses laser-like on his crotch and before I can even realize it’s going to happen, I whimper.... A pathetic, hungry little bitch kind of whimper that I’m betting he’s never heard any woman make when he whips it out. Quietly, almost under his breath, “Fuck. Yes. Faggot...this is,” he says, pulling the crotch of his shorts more to the side, showcasing his swelling cock and balls with his big knuckled hands, “your destiny. I need you to...no, you WILL worship me because that’s what you do. Prove yourself, cock sucker and take both my cock and balls down your throat without crushing my balls or cheese grating my cock. I don’t care if you can breath or not, prove your skill and worthiness.” I whimper again and move up towards his cock, opening my mouth almost drooling on his chair. “Hold up,” his massive palm squarely grips my entire face, “smoke this first.” He hands the freshly packed bong down me and I sit up on my haunches. Surprisingly, he puts the bong to my mouth and lights it for me. “Suck this bong like your gonna suck the last dick of your life.” I inhale slowly and deeply. He keeps the heat on the bowl and I don’t want to be rude and let his shit burn so I keep sucking, faster now until my lungs are maxed and burning….my head spins, heart pounds, my cock strains out copious precum. He hands me the bong as I finish my rip and as I start to exhale, before I can even flinch, he jams four of his fingers into my mouth, two from the left on bottom and two from the right on top. I look up at him confused until I feel him applying pressure. “I bet I won’t have to stretch your face as much I do with my other bitches but I always warm up the kunt I’m about to fuck, get it nice and wide and wet so it can take all of me without trouble.” Then, not gently, he pulls my jaws in opposite directions, stretching my mouth open past its natural limit. He uses his remaining fingers to massage my tongue and tease my throat making me salivate even more. He spits directly down my throat. My eyes water. After a few delicious minutes of this, he pulls his fingers out of my panting gape, wipes them in my hair, takes the bong back and growls one simple command, “Worship.” #wip I’m as crazed, pathetic, high, lost, found, and dickmatized as I’ve ever been (and I know it) so I relish the moment as long as I am able. Leaning down, putting my face into his beautiful cock and massive balls, I inhale deeply. It’s better than poppers. Another whimper. Then I lick the underside of his balls, first one, than the other, teasing his flesh as I work around to the front. He moans out a guttural “fuuuuck.” Encouraged, I greedily suck his entire sack into my mouth trying to swallow them whole. My tongue works the base of his cock and his taint while I suck all the sweat/man smell I can get, lewdly slobbering everywhere, being who and what I am. In a natural pause, “take another rip faggot,” putting the freshly loaded bong to my mouth. Another brutally long and deep inhale. Finally he pulls the bong away and puts his massive hand over my mouth and nose, sets the bong down with his other hand and then grabs the back of my head and pulls me down to his cock, now fully 8.5” hard. “I don’t want to see any smoke until my pubes are up your nose.” Again, I involuntarily whimper. The huge rush has my esophagus opened wide ready to gulp oxygen and feed my amped up system. He has other plans. Hands on the back of my head he guides my mouth on to his cock. In one fail swoop I slurp his delicious veiny-smooth dick of death right down my throat, blasting what smoke was left in my lungs out of my nose into his pubes as ordered. My reward was him groaning and grabbing the back of my head with both hands, I inhale as much as I can preparing for whats coming. Throat relaxed, his hands grip tighter as he starts to fuck my face kunt like a teenager in heat. “Ho. Ly. Fuck” he said between thrusts. “I guess I’ve never had the pleasure of a real cock sucker before. And you’re not even fighting back! Fuck!” I seize the moment to maneuver one, then both balls into my mouth with my tongue. I was in heaven, face kunt completely full, owned by a fat cock and balls, molding my mouth kunt to his liking. “Fuck you faggot!” He groans and just looses his shit pounding his new kunt. Knowing one wrong move could cause either of us unpleasant injury, I do my best to relax and breath when I can. The pounding continues and I lose track of time, sort of how one does on a long train ride, hypnotized by the rhythm of the tracks. Except this was an extremely cloudy and aggressive ride, precisely the kind of ride I was born for. My neck is aching, I am sweating, and my jaw is getting sore. But these are all normal for a passionate cock sucker and trivial compared to the multiple “fag-gasms” my face kunt experiences thanks to his glorious cock. I can feel him getting harder, straining against the curve of my throat. Still in his two handed strong hold, he yanks my head backwards, mid fuck. I am immediately crestfallen and fearful I’ve hurt him some how. He laughs when he sees this written all over my slimy red face. “Don’t worry faggot, you’ll get a whole lot more of this cock, you didn’t have anywhere to be right?” Not that he was really asking me but I reaffirm my submission by panting a response. “Faggot is exactly where it needs to be, sir.” ## Part 2 He hands me his bong and a sack of rocks, “Pack that bowl and don’t stop sucking clouds till I say so.” As I numbly fumble with the obscenely full baggie, he gets up and dead bolts the front door. He turns around as I spark the bowl and his shorts fall to the ground. My eyes inhale his full glory as my lungs fill with smoke. He‘s one of those who look better naked: bigger, proportionate, powerful, manly. Somewhere in my brain I know this perception is altered because I’m on my knees and high as fuck, the faggot vying for full control, pathetically shivering with a need to serve, to be used unyieldingly. I’ve consciously surrendered my will and body to him, I'm hoping the drugs will hasten my subconscious in the same direction. The faggot cuts off my analytical thinking and I'm praying like a whore in church that he extracts every twisted ounce of pleasure his superior man psyche desires. My cock is twitching with the pangs of my faggoty needs... and I crack. Though I know I shouldn't speak the words come tumbling out. "Please sir, please.... fffucking faggot...chemed up whore kunt....begs you, begging-need to be used-to serve-just please, fuck, fucking, fuck use your faggots holes...anything I’ll do anything-for you-hard....without restraint...(I’m now in a full grovel at his feet, arms stretching forward toward him, knees spread wide with my back arching my kunt up, jerking with hunger).., I'll take-eat-suck anything you allow me to have, please, fuck, fucking break your filthy faggot....*whimper* make me yours I beg..." SMACK "SHUT THE FUCK UP. I DONT NEED TO HEAR YOUR VOICE EVER AGAIN UNLESS I ASK FOR IT! You got that, faggot?" I shoot precum when he says this. I look up into his eyes with a mixture of premature devotion, submission, and pleading then bend all the way down and kiss his feet. "Damn fucking straight. You really are a pathetic excuse for a man, fuck you AREN'T a man. You're just a tool in a man's body for Men to use....oh shit. Now I see...understand what you are and where you fit...” he laughs to himself, shrugs and with a sadistic smile continues, “...and I give zero fucks about you, what you want, or that you're even a human. Fuck, you're less than human. You're just faggot. Holes." A thought flashes across his face and I swear his cock jumps. "Fuck, why not, might as well make it real clear." He gets up and disappears into the kitchen for a minute. I dare not move, still face down ass up on the floor, whimpering. Then his feet suddenly in front of me, "Look at me, faggot." As ordered I look up and he grabs my face with his massive fucking hands pulling it just so. "I always like to label what's mine,” he says, leaning in gesturing with the fat marker he grabbed from the kitchen around my face. I respond by involuntarily oozing more precum onto his carpet. He flips the cap off with his thumb and makes the first strokes. “Especially around tweakers, that way if they fuck with my shit there’s no excuses.” With that he uses the industrial strength marker and writes across my face, from ear to ear, in big, thick, heavy letters, F A G. Smirking, he spits in my faces back hands me, yells for me to turn around and present him my checks which I enthusiastically do and he writes some more across my two cheeks. Whatever marker he is using is serious shit because the smell is worse than any popper I've had and my skin is burning. It hurts so good. He finishes marking his property and then two commands, "Bong. Cock." My eyes snap to his massive glass dick, and then his massive cock as I hand the bong up to him and gulp all of my reason for living down my throat in one go. He moans in to the bong as he melts the freshly added crystals and sucks a long and slow milky rip, expertly nursing the bong. "Look at me fag, suck in through you nose." Even with his cock buried 8" down my throat I can still breath around it when I relax. He exhales a mesmerizing, undulating cloud down his fuzzy chest, ripped abs, treasure trail, right into my face. I see my future in that cloud. As it slowly oozes towards me I feel the last vestiges of resistance start to fade. I no longer see myself as a semi-professional man functioning in society….I see a faggot, born to worship and be of service to men, at the mercy of their whims, only fulfilled when owned and being used for their pleasure. I deeply breath in his cloud, it gives me life and renewed purpose. Submitting, surrendering, relaxing, the remaining inch of so of his cock slides in my throat and I bury my nose in his fragrant pubes. I have one loud resonating thought….”home.” His cock pulses to a new level of hardness, my relaxed face kunt gladly bending to its will. He must see or sense my surrender. He leans down, blowing another massive fucking cloud into my face. “Are you my faggot, faggot?” he asks genuinely. I look up, sheer pathetic pleading and gratitude smeared all over my face and nod and whimper. He sneers, flexes his cock, and sparks the torch for another rip. “That was whole lot easier than I thought it was going to be.” This comment barely registers in my brain as his freshcloud, his will envelopes me more thoroughly than before. Then, surprisingly, he grabs my head pulling his cock a few inches out and pushes a bottle of poppers hard against my nostril while expertly closing the other. The thought registers for a micro second that this is not the first time he’s done this...and the next millisecond I’m instinctively, purposefully huffing the bottle numerous times. “Damn! I guess you like these then, huh faggot? They’re like a faggot superfood....now show me how just how desperate you are to be my property and suck that cock like it owns you...” The poppers are good. “Oh shit, really good!” I think. My world is buzzing and spinning almost too intensely for a moment and I sit back on my haunches and take a few, crazy eyed lungfuls of air. He must understand what is going on because he doesn’t reprimand me for taking his cock out of my mouth. Rolling his eyes, he hands me the bong already filled with smoke. I hungrily suck it down while melting another fat rip, filling my lungs to their max and holding it. I hand him back the bong, grab the poppers and take two quick whiffs, my eyes focused intensely on his fat, veined up, swollen headed, dripping 8.5”. In one fluid motion as the popper rush comes on, I lean in and lewdly slurp his cock down my open and eager throat, briefly glancing up at him for his approval. He flashes that sneer I’ve already started to crave. Dismissively, his eyes close and head falls back, his hands firmly grip his new face kunt as I suck his balls into my mouth, my nose bottoming out in his pubes. He starts to fuck. I cease to exist as I know myself. My awareness of the world around me fades and I am no longer an autonomous individual...the cock filling my throat, stretching, digging out it’s new property is my everything. A deep visceral sigh/moan washes over me as I completely surrender to the drugs, the faggot, his cock, him...him and his needs are my entire universe...his penultimate hole for use, unyielding.

PART SEVEN "Bend over and show me that hole", Peter instructed Robert, and he obediently did as he was told, getting up on all fours, and turning around, grabbing his own buttocks and spreading them, displaying his sweet, pink, swollen ass lips to Peter. He turned to Peter and asked "So, what do you think?" "Definitely a boy-pussy now, huh?" Said Peter. "Fuuuuck.... look at that...." he exclaimed, as a stream of cum started leaking out of Robert as he stretched his hole open with his fingers, trying hard to show off for this new man, like a good bitch should. "Lemme have a taste...." Peter sighed with some lust in his voice, kneeling down and putting his face right into the lad's tender cheeks, savoring the flavour of Robert's freshly violated special spot, running his tongue all over, kissing and sucking and tongue-fucking Robert's sweet hole, the young man now purring like a kitten at this attention he was getting, and whimpering and moaning with pleasure. Peter's tongue was gentle, warm and moist, and he knew what he was doing. He would flatten out his tongue and run it from Robert's scrotum to his anus, and then with more pressure, flick the tip of his tongue over the rim, increasing in pace, and then inserting it into his hole, massaging it and sucking it with his lips and tongue, as best he could, while also trying to suck and felch out any remaining cum. Robert's body was breaking out in goosebumps and shivers at how good it felt being rimmed by this man. He simply didn't want it to end, and started becoming erect again, and dripping pre-cum all over the floor. "Dirty little fag", Andre chuckled, now seated in the corner, gently stroking his cock and watching the action unfold in front of him. "You like that, don't ya? Mmmmmm". Peter stopped rimming, and picked Robert up by putting his hands under his armpits, and told him to bend over and touch his toes. Robert obeyed, now wanting what he could at least guess what was coming. "You want this cock, boy?" Peter asked, in a dominant tone. "Yes, please, sir." Replied Robert. "But.... sir, you know I've never been fucked by a guy with a dick as big as yours.... I don't know if I can take it." Peter held a single finger to his lips and simply said "Shhhh." Then chuckled, turning around and grabbing his underwear, he wiped his ass with them and with his cock in his other hand, unleashed a torrent of piss all over them, soaking them as best he could. He returned to Robert, and grabbing his hair with one hand, he yanked his head back, and commanded "Open your mouth, slut". Robert was a tad shocked, but felt turned on that Peter had known to treat him in a similar fashion to how Andre had just before. He opened his mouth and Peter stuffed his piss soaked undies into his mouth. "Stay here, and keep those in your mouth. Take them out only when I say, and if you break this rule, there will be punishment". Robert tried to reply "Yes, sir". But if got muffled by the wet, stinking cloth in his mouth. It tasted bitter and kind of salty, but he knew it was a product of a man's penis and bladder, and that turned him on immensely. He began to suck out the piss, as Peter turned around, put his pants back on, and went back into the store for a couple of minutes. He returned with a roll of special bondage tape, which they sold in the store, and approached Robert, wrapping the tape around his mouth with the underwear in it. "There, that should do the trick". Peter said, proud of his own handiwork. "Fuck... you crack me up, you dirty bastard...." Andre said, with a bit of a laugh. Peter chuckled, taking his pants off, and positioned himself behind the hunched over Robert, caressing his ass, and holding his erect monster of a cock in one hand, started directing his member towards the entrance of Robert's flesh tunnel. He pushed with a small amount of force, and Robert could feel his anal opening, sore and swollen, reacting to the pressure. He winced, but Peter kept pressing in, slow, steady pressure against the hole he was now fully intent on wrecking with his ass-destroyer. Robert's hole started to relax and give way, and Peter, starting to feel his cock head press inside, by the time he got the head fully in, he rammed it home, almost knocking Robert over with the force of his brutal thrust. "Aaaaah! Mmmmmm" Robert tried to cry out, but his cries were so muted by the underwear in his mouth, and soon enough, Andre had approached, clutching the bottle of poppers. He offered it to Robert, holding it against one nostril at a time, while pinching the other closed for him. After a few deep puffs of the little brown bottle, Robert's head began to spin slightly, and he could feel his ass relaxing around the invading weapon. It began to feel amazing, and as Peter felt the ass around his cock, he said "Yeah, that's it. Open that hole for me." Grabbing Robert's hips, he began pistoning his massive penis inside the lad's distended hole, more and more athletically with each stroke. They both started sighing and breathing heavily, and Robert began getting vocal, but not being able to accent words, resorting to lots of pleasured moans and whimpers. "Fuuuuck, that's nice." Said Peter, "You've got a great hole, here. Feels good with that cum inside, too. Nice and sloppy". He began thrusting really hard and violently, and suddenly, he pushed in and held his cock in Robert's ass, balls deep. Robert moaned as he felt Peter's cock throbbing and twitching, as it seemingly vibrated against the lining of his ass, he could feel the guy's cock spurting his cum deep in his guts. Peter laid over the young man, holding his chest and breathing heavy and slow, taking deep breaths. They were drenched in sweat and stale piss, and the room had a faint odor of sex, piss, sweat and cum. Peter got up, told Robert to stand back up, and removed the tape from his face, and took the soaked undies out of Robert's mouth, then grabbed the guy and they kissed passionately, Peter only stopping to compliment Robert on his piggish, slutty behaviour and the flavour of piss on his breath and tongue. "You're a good fuck, dude. If you want to, we could exchange phone numbers and maybe hook up another time. It kind of goes against store policy for me to interact with punters, but this can be our little secret, what do ya say?" Peter asked Robert.

***I actually stole my own idea and incorporated it into this part of the story. I have an entirely other story that I wrote months ago (yet to be posted) about a construction crew. To be added sometime soon*** CHAPTER THREE Pat and I resumed our fucking like animals after that session at the book store just because it felt fucking good, and if I happen to already be infected, then his chances increased. But it was more about the fuck until a few weeks later when I went to get tested. I hadn’t experienced any sort of symptoms, but that’s not always an indicator. And shockingly my tests came back negative. I couldn’t fathom how that was possible after all of the furious pounding I took that night. Pat could see the disappointment on my face as soon as I walked back into the apartment. “Are you kidding me?” he asked. “Still negative,” I sighed. “I guess it doesn’t matter either way. We’re still fucking, right? And if you want other guys to fuck you, go right ahead. It will get done sooner or later.” His words were encouraging, and he’d never told me to let other guys breed me other than when he was with me, but I guess he was giving me the green light to amp up my efforts. We continued to peruse stories on Breeding Zone in the hopes of getting some more good ideas that might tip things in our favor. After all, we’d only done one gang fuck. And sure, lots of those guys said they are poz, but they might have been undetectable. Well, not all of them, but some of them must have been. And there is the possibility that some of them said they were poz just to get in line to fuck me -Pat had said ‘Poz guys to the front of the line’. Anyway, it’s not like we were going to quit pigging out just because we finally convert. If anything, we were hoping to open ourselves up to even more depravity. “How was your day?” I asked him, flopping down on the couch next to him with a glass of wine. “Weird,” he replied, frowning. “Word has spread to the crew that I left my wife . . . for a man.” “Uh-oh. Are they giving you shit?” I asked, worried that he might find himself in a situation where he might be outnumbered by a bunch of homophobic assholes. “A couple of the guys gave me some strange looks at first, but a few of the others kind of broke the ice during lunch.” He stretched out his legs and put his feet up on the coffee table and his arm went back and over my shoulders, holding me closer to him. “They started asking me why I left her, and then why I decided on guys.” “What did you tell them?” We’d never really discussed what went through his mind during that time. All we knew is that I sort of seduced him and drew him into my wicked web of sex games. Kidding. Sort of. “I kept it basic. Told them she was a bitch who only wanted to shop and never put out.” “What did you tell them about me?” This I had to hear. Pat chuckled a little before replying. “You might enjoy this. Or get pissed at me.” “Spit it out,” I urged. “I told them that you were a whore for dick, and couldn’t get enough of mine,” he said quickly, sounding worried that I might freak that he’d told a bunch of strangers that I was a whore. “Sounds about right,” I murmured into my wine glass before taking a mouthful. “Did they leave you alone after that?” “Hell no. The questions kept coming. How much sex? Any weird places? Did I let other guys fuck you? On and on. I didn’t say anything about us trying to get pozzed, but I told them that you got gangbanged at the book store a few weeks ago. That got their attention quick,” he laughed. “In what way?” “Honestly, even though I know that most of those guys are straighter than straight, they all had tents in their pants when I was telling them about you.” “Haha, I’ve never been nailed by an entire construction crew,” I joked, taking another swig of wine. “Yeah, that’s the thing. I think they might want to try,” he told me reticently. “I never knew how some guys just like to fuck, no matter where their dick goes. So even though a lot of them are married and don’t have evil wives like I did, they still need more sex than they are getting.” I sat back a little so that I could look directly at him. “Are you serious? Do you really want to have another gangbang with your entire crew?” As much as I always loved the idea of my man pimping me out, my mind was still spinning with this scenario. It was also taking us off track from our goal of getting infected. Still, who in their right mind would turn down an entire construction crew of red blooded, virile, buff studs? So, naturally, I was getting seriously aroused and my mind slowed it’s roll. “Only if you want to,” Pat told me. “Do you want me to?” I asked him sternly. If he was concerned about how it would reflect on him at work, I would never risk it. I certainly wasn’t lacking for dick. Pat shrugged his wide, muscular shoulders. “I think so? I never had to think of this stuff before I met you. But I do love to watch you take dick,” he concluded, and the tent in his own pants filled in any other blanks there might be. After he fucked me right there on the sofa and dumped a nice big load into my ass, he sat there with his phone texting some of the crew, spreading the word that we were having a gangbang at his hotel room this weekend. And he made sure that they all knew that condoms were not allowed. “I told them all that you’re a cumwhore -that’s what one of the guys at the book store called you and I definitely think it fits,” he told me. “Mmm,” I growled, “You know how much I love it when you call me names,” I said, climbing back into his lap and freeing his hardening cock from the confines of his pants once again. As his stiff cock slid back into my cummy hole, Pat’s hands held me firmly, guiding me up and down in a slow and pleasurable fuck. “I like the reaction you get from it, but you know I would never hurt you, right?” he asked me. "And you mean a lot more to me than just a place to put my dick." “I know,” I panted, still bouncing up and down on him, varying my ride from short and quick to longer full-dick-length strokes. “And lets keep the poz-chasing between us. I don’t think any of the guys I invited have any diseases and we don’t want to scare them off before you get all of their cum,” he said, grinning evilly. After I rode him for a few minutes he also said, “And depending on how strenuous the gangbang is, maybe we’ll have some poz guy over after they’re all done with you.” That got my heartbeat racing and I slammed myself up and down on him harder than ever, desperate to feel him spraying my insides with his stud seed. With his hands gripping me tightly, he pulled me down hard, burying his cock balls-deep in me. His head fell back and a growl ripped from his chest as his balls fired off inside me. I leaned forward and kissed him as he continued to drain inside me. My own cock was still hard and throbbing, but I honestly didn’t care about it. I was already planning how I could take on the entire construction crew and get some poz dick afterwards.

CHAPTER TWO For a couple of weeks after that first conversation, Pat and I became obsessed with getting knocked up. We read stories and posts on Breeding Zone for hours (and then fucked like animals), learning every sexy trick and every kinky tip we could so that we could start our journey. “I still don’t want anything up my ass,” he told me, adding “I love it when you lick me, but I don’t want to get fucked. That’s going to make it harder to get infected, right?" “It’s not just about fucking and cum. It also needs to get into the bloodstream,” I reminded him. Then I had an idea. “How about this: we get me royally fucked up, used by every sick and nasty fucker we can find until I’m infected. And then we rough up your dick, make a few scrapes or cuts so you’re bleeding, and then we bottle brush my ass so I’m bleeding, too.” His crotch was insanely huge by now, and he was smiling so vibrantly. “And then we will fuck and become one,” he concluded. “It’s kind of beautiful in a way, don’t you think?” I never realized how much of a romantic he was when we first met, when he just looked like an intense and studly construction worker who might be a little rough around the edges. Inside he was such a soft, but right now, one part of him most definitely wasn't soft. I slid closer to him, wrapped one arm around his waist while the other went into that crotch bulge. “I think it’s very romantic,” I told him. “It’s like we will become two parts of the same person.” We kissed and then he rested his forehead against mine, sighing contentedly. “I never thought I would feel like this. I barely knew this even existed. Getting married never came near to how close I feel to you.” His eyes were closed and his voice was quiet, tender. “I love you, too,” I told him, sensing that he’d been holding back just in case. I noticed his eyes were now open, so close to mine, staring deep into my soul. He was also smiling brighter than I’d ever seen before. “You love me?” “As if you even have to ask,” I chuckled. Suddenly his behavior changed, almost as if he was possessed. He lunged at me, we both fell back until he was on top of me, as he held my face in his two big hands. Between hard, wet tongue kisses, he moaned “I fucking love you, I fucking love you so much.” Hearing those words, coming from this beautiful man’s mouth, for me . . . that was a moment that would be forever etched in my mind. I never wanted to forget what it sounded like for Pat to tell me he loved me, although, in honestly it was very unlikely I would forget his declaration. I always considered myself on the good-looking side of average, while Pat’s on an entirely different level. I found it almost unfathomable that he would be so into me. But he was. Lucky me. Anyhow, now that we had a plan, we just needed to begin. Our first stop, in a moment of nostalgia, was the book store where we first hooked-up. Pat’s romantic idea. He wanted to fuck me in the same booth that I’d sucked him off. He also commented he was now kicking himself because he hadn’t fucked me on that occasion, so this was the opportunity to correct the error. We went on a busy Saturday night, the place was buzzing, so that was a good sign. We had to wait a while until we could get into ‘our booth’, so we just stood against the wall, making out and pawing each other like horny teenagers. Other guys walked around us, playfully swatting my ass or grabbing one of us, but we just took in the attention and tried to appear we welcomed it. We needed to convey we would be open to having others join us. Finally we got into our booth. Pat was a little nervous but excited as he told me to strip down to my jock strap. He had planned ahead and wore tear-away nylon trackies, so he quickly removed them but kept his tight tee shirt and boots on. I didn’t mind. While I love being shared, I wasn't necessarily over the moon at the idea of sharing my man. I knew it wasn't fair, but I couldn't help it. Anyway, we were there for me that night, and believe me, Pat's needs would be fully addressed, so there was nothing to worry about. We opened by my sucking his cock just enough to get his dick wet, and then he turned me around and entered my ass, grunting loudly how hot it was and how good it felt. We went all out and put on a good show for the guys in the ABS that night. While Pat nailed me from behind, he angled me closer to the glory hole on the left where a dick was poking through, ordering me to suck it, hoping the guys within hearing range would get the hint that he was in charge of me and that I would do whatever I was ordered. It was a nice dick to start off sucking, not small but not big. Just right to take down my throat, and soon I had a man moaning at both ends. Between the dude with his dick in my mouth and Pat, they were surely drawing us lots of attention. Pat slam fucked me, not holding anything back because he knew that if he tore me a little, my chances of infection were significantly higher. After about five minutes he reached behind himself and opened the door so that the guys wandering the halls or standing listening to our show could also watch. I glanced over my shoulder, to take a quick look before resuming sucking, and saw that there were at least half a dozen men stroking and drooling over us. Probably more that were out of my sight line. “You going to let us use your slut?” I heard one of the men ask Pat. “Fuck yeah, that’s what he’s here for. Trying to get him knocked up,” Pat grunted out. “Your bitch is open for business,” one of the other guys grunted. “Poz loads to the front of the line,” Pat panted. His thrusts were getting more urgent, until he gripped my hips especially tight and plunged in balls-deep, growling as he erupted. “Fucking take my load!” he ordered. I was about to pull off of the dick I was sucking to encourage Pat, but at that moment the dude on the other side of the glory hole started moaning and I knew that he was shooting, too, so I kept my suction up and drained his balls as Pat did the same in my ass. When they were done, I stood up, turned around and opened my mouth to show Pat I hadn't swallowed the guy’s load. A few of the guys outside the booth could also see as much. Then Pat and I kissed passionately, swapping the load back and forth until we’d swallowed it all. Then he gave my ass a squeeze, told me quietly that he loved me, and then turning back to the crowd asked “Who is poz?” Shockingly, every guy that I could see put his hand up. My lucky night. “Good, looks like you’re going to have some fun,” Pat laughed. I looked at the crowd of men and smiled. This is what I loved about book stores and bath houses - every man that I could see was just a regular guy. No pretty boys or high-on-themselves younger types. Just men needing to get their rocks off. And a few of them looked a little sickly, too, which is what Pat had been especially curious about. I knew that he would pick one of them to be the first in me, as indeed he did. Pat pointed to a man nearest the doorway and he immediately joined us in the rather cramped booth. Pat stood as far to the side as possible, still having a good angle to see my face and my ass when he wanted. The man who would be my first infector looked late 50’s, very skinny, definitely sickly looking. Or he was just a junkie. Either way, we knew he had tainted cum and that’s what we were there for. We didn’t bother with any preliminaries, the man just sunk his quite nice looking cock into my cum-lubed hole. I moaned out loud immediately. “Fucking right, this pig loves dick in him, doesn’t he?” he asked Pat. “More than anything,” Pat replied to him, his eyes locked on mine. We both knew that I loved him and his dick more than anything, but why ruin the mood with a little reality? These guys want me to be a filthy whore so that’s what I’ll be for them. “Well, my meds quit on me a while back and the doc has me on nothing right now, so you’re going to get a full charge from me tonight. You okay with that?” he asked, addressing both Pat and me. “Give it to him,” Pat encouraged. “Please, give me that fucked up seed!” I begged. “Poz me!” I demanded, sure that everyone in the book store could hear. And, for that matter, hoping any poz guy in the place would want a crack at me. He didn’t take long, (but then I doubted many of these guys would, if only because they’d all been jacking their dicks as they watched Pat fuck me. He’s hot enough that all of them were likely on the edge - just from his presence. The sick man gripped my hips tight with his bony fingers and grunted as I felt his dick pulse inside of me. “Giving it to you, faggot. Take my disease!” he yelled as his balls drained. He let his dick in me for a minute as his balls finished emptying, and he sort of petted my back, telling me, “I fucking love giving it to chasing pigs like you. Makes fucking so much hotter and you’ve got a great ass to fuck.” With that he slipped out of me, stepped back and disappeared in the sea of men waiting their turn in me. “Who’s next?” Pat hollered. Still bent over, I glanced back over my shoulder to see that every man had his hand in the air. My stomach did flips, I was so excited. I was finally getting used the way I’d always dreamed about. And with this many men, it was certain to be a long and busy night. Just as I finished that thought, another hard cock slipped into my loosened and wet hole.

Who here likes piss up the ass? Nothing hotter than the feel of a hard cock in your ass and the warm fill of his piss.

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?

As a matter of fact, being at Steamworks Toronto regularly, I often walk into a dark room with nothing on -- birthday daddy suit, ready to fuck and be fucked. Total bb freedom! Though I do start my time there in a jockstrap. A jockstrap or totally nude is free advertising and sure-fire invitation to bare play! OINK!

2. Doug Even though it was your typical fall morning in LA and I had a heavy comforter over me, I was still freezing when I woke up. When I tried to move, every muscle in my body protested, and the simple act of sitting up in bed was almost more than I could do. I felt like a freight train had hit me. I didn't even bother looking at the time; I laid back down and went back to sleep. About an hour later, I woke up again. This time, I was almost swimming in a pool of sweat and I had thrown off all the covers. My muscles still ached and I could tell I had a fever. Against my body's protests, I got out of bed. I was still in a jock strap from last night; if my fever-addled memory was correct, I had barely been able to drag myself the ten feet from the galley to the forward stateroom, much less fully undress. Despite my sickness, my dick was still straining against the pouch. I pulled on a pair of sweats, and slowly, carefully made my way to the galley. I found my phone; there were two messages. The first was from Sara, she had something come up and wasn't going to be able to come home this weekend. I texted back, saying I had the flu, and next weekend would be far better. The second was from Greg, wishing me a good morning. "I wish. Woke up with a fever, aching muscles, and cold sweats." "Really?" he texted back, adding a heart at the end. "Yeah. You think?" "It could be. You've certainly been taking enough infected cum." "That's true. But nothing in the past day." "You've got the fuck-flu," Greg texted me back. "That was how I was. Sick as a dog. Horny as a rabid weasel." He typed some more. "Fucking hot." "You want to breed me this morning?" I asked. "Gotta go to classes right now. You know that. We've still got our regular play date this afternoon." "You going to give me more poz loads?" I asked. Despite my illness, my dick was insistent and this afternoon seemed far in the distance. "Yeah. Of course. But really. how are you feeling?" "Like death." "Fuck Yeah! I want you to get another load before I come over." Greg texted back. "Find some poz escort and pay him for his poz spunk." "When I'm like this?" "Nothing like kicking a man when he's down. I will want a full report when I get there." He did want me fucked that morning. "Sure thing. You know best." The reply would annoy him. I also knew I would pay for it this afternoon when he would be fucking me. Even so, I couldn't resist. I pulled out my laptop, and crawled out of the cabin onto the deck of the boat. The sun was shining brightly; it was a perfect Southern California morning. It was almost too bright, but I was able to just read the screen as I logged into BBRT. Unsurprisingly, there were not a lot of guys online on a Tuesday morning. However, I soon found myself chatting with an escort named "MedStud9." MedStud9 was in his mid-thirties, mostly muscle, with a thick 9" cock that made my mouth water and my ass twitch. His profile was carefully discreet. There were "Ask Mes" under too many of the fields, including HIV status and drug use. His name was Shay, and he was definitely into me, although that might have just been good marketing on his part. We quickly agreed on a price for the morning. He wasn't far away, and could be at the marina within thirty minutes. Despite feeling tired and sore, I finalized the arrangements with Shay, I packed a bowl, and took a few hits. Despite the aching in my muscles, I forced myself to take a shower. I wanted to be clean for Shay. Drying off, feeling my muscles protest against my every move, and I wondered what I was getting myself into. I took another hit of the weed. It helped me to relax a bit. Luckily, before I could have any more doubts about the plan, my phone buzzed, and there was a text message from Shay, announing that he was at the gate. I pulled on a pair of shorts and t-shirt, and walked down the dock to get him. He matched his pictures well, although perhaps a bit older, and a bit more muscle. Overall, it suited him just fine, and any apprehensions I might have had about the encounter quickly evaporated. "I'm Shay," he said, shaking my hand as he stepped through the gate onto the dock. "Doug," I said. "Just down here." I walked towards my boat, and he followed behind me. "Nice ass," he said. I looked back, and he was smiling. "We're going to have some fun this morning." "I hope so," I said. He ended up helping me onto the boat. I felt how strong he was, and had a momentary brush with his body, feeling his warmth against me. I wondered how he would feel on top of me, his cock inside me. Once on the boat, he put a backpack down on and took a seat, spreading his legs wide. As his shorts pulled tight over his crotch, I could tell that he was just as hung as his profile said he was. "Want anything to drink?" I asked. "Some water would be great," he said. I headed into the galley, and poured us two glasses of water. When I came back, he had pulled out a pipe from his backpack, and was slowly heating it up. "What's that?" I asked. "You know, some tina," he replied. "You want some?" "Tina?" I asked. I had heard it before, but was still unsure of exactly what it was. "Slang. Crystal." "Meth?" I asked, a bit incredulously. "Yeah." He inhaled deeply, then exhaled a thick white cloud. With the way I was feeling, it would be a bad idea to try it, but the dark part of my mind couldn't stop thinking about what it must feel like. I shook my head no. "You sure?" "I'm sure." He did another hit from the pipe and exhaled. "What does it feel like?" I found my pipe, this one filled with weed, and did a hit for myself. "Like anything is possible. Like sex is the best thing in the world." He reached down and grabbed his crotch. "Gets me hard every single time." "Nice," I said. "So," he said, "You poz? Neg? Dunno?" "Dunno," I said. "I mostly bareback these days." "Hell yeah," he said. "Only way to fuck. You even bareback with poz guys?" "Yeah," I said. I felt suddenly self-conscious about this admission. I hadn't really said it out loud. Greg had told me his status, but most of the others, I just assumed. "You chasing?" "Chasing?" "You know, bug chasing? Trying to get pozzed up?" "Uh," I said. Greg had told me about bug chasing as well. He had told me how he had begged his poz uncle to infect him. But despite everything I had done over the past few weeks, I still wasn't ready to call it bug chasing, even to myself. "I mean, I'm not seeking it out, if that's what you're asking." "Yeah?" He grinned. "You sure? When was the last time you got fucked?" "This weekend." "Was he poz?" He took another hit from his glass pipe. "Yeah," I said. "He was." Saturday, Max had come over. Then, on Sunday, it was another hook-up from BBRT." "Did you ask him?" "His profile said he was." "Are you going to ask me? I mean, it wasn't in my profile." "I wasn't planning on it," I said. I bought some time by doing another hit from the pipe. I held it as long as I could, before I coughed out the acrid smoke. Shay was doing another hit from his pipe. The glass pipe and clear white crystals had a clinical elegance that gave them a hint of malignant foreboding. "You sure?" Shay asked, as he exhaled a thick white cloud. He reached down and grabbed his crotch. It was a good-sized bulge already. "Not even hard yet," he said, noticing me staring. "Come on. Ask me. I know you want to know." I did another hit of the pot. As I exhaled, I asked. "Ok," I said. "Are you poz?" "I am. And I'm not on drugs. "That means you're really dangerous, right?" Greg had tried to explain it to me, right before we had sex for the first time. It was only afterwards, after he had deposited two loads in me that I started to get nervous. But then, I had let him cum in me so many more times. Even when I had promised myself I wouldn't let him fuck me raw, he had managed to convince me of the positive necessity of barebacking. "Yeah," Shay said. "I guess you can say that." He stood up, and pushed his shorts down, over the bulge from his cock, down his thick, hairy thighs, and then down around his ankles. He sat back down with his legs spread. His cock stuck out, hard, erect and proud. "You like this cock?" I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I could barely speak, so I just nodded. It was a lot easier now, now that Greg had helped me open up, now that Max had forced me to enjoy it, and now that all the other men had shared their pleasure with me. "It's dripping for you. I don't see a doctor much. But last time, he said I had one of the highest viral loads he's ever seen." He shook his dick. I saw the bead of pre-cum wiggle. I wanted to know what it tasted like. "You want to suck my infected dick?" "Yeah," I said. The drop of pre-cum had grown and it was starting to dribble down the back of his cockhead. I wanted to lick it off before it disappeared. In my fever-clouded brain, his infected sperm seemed like it might be the cure to my illness. In truth, his seed would only make it far, far worse. "I do." "Well, come on man," he said. He held his cock by the base and waved it a bit. "It's right here for you." I must have hesitated or something. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Are you scared?" "Yeah," I said. He had admitted to not taking any medicine for his HIV. He admitted to not even seeing a doctor. He used hard drugs in front of me. He had sex for money. I wondered what else he did that he wasn't telling me about. "Come on," he said. "It's nothing you haven't done before. It's nothing you haven't dreamt of. I bet you got off to it." I nodded, remembering my darker masturbatory fantasies. "We're going to have a great time today too. Come on," he continued, motioning me to come closer. "Give it a kiss. Lick up that pre-cum for me." I didn't need a lot of convincing. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. The way it moved almost imperceptibly with his every heartbeat entranced me. I took a step forward, and dropped to my knees. I leaned in and braced myself against his legs. His body was solid muscle, no doubt the result of hours in the gym. His dick was just as hard as the rest of him, and there was still the drop of pre-cum at the tip of it. I licked it up. "Oh fuck," he moaned in reaction to my tongue. He looked down at me. "Swallow it for me, man. Swallow it." I closed my mouth, and ran my tongue against my teeth, before swallowing. His pre-cum would be rich with sperm, virus, and perhaps also the drugs he used; rubbing it into the most tender parts of my mouth ensured it would do the most good. "Fuck," Shay said. "You're a nasty man. Suck it all the way down." I leaned back in. His dickhead brushed against my lips. It was warm and slightly wet from my tongue. I opened my mouth, just enough to allow him to enter me. It was hardly the first time I had sucked another man's cock, but yet, each time it was still hard to overcome so many years of being told cocksucking was dirty and wrong. I hesitated, but my sexual needs overwhelmed what little moral doubts remained. I stretched my jaw wide open, and let his cockhead fill my mouth. "Oh yeah," Shay moaned. "That's what I need. Suck on my hard cock. My hard poz cock." He emphasized his disease. My own dick started to throb. As soon as I was comfortable with his dickhead in my mouth, I began to work my way his shaft. His dick was exactly what you would want in a man: it was long, but at nine inches, it wasn't too long. Unlike a lot of other hung guys, his cock was also hard. It was thick enough around that I wondered how much blood it took to fill. Shay had to get light-headed when he got hard. "All the way down," Shay said. His cockhead was just about to hit the back of my throat, and I had barely gotten a third of it in my mouth. I was glad that I had been practicing on Max. I couldn't get all of his in my mouth yet, and his was even a bit larger than Shay's. "I want to see you gobble up all of my infected dick." "Mmmmmm," I grunted. All the other men, Greg and Max and Jason and Nathan and the countless random strangers, their cum had turned into a blessing and a gift. Did I fear Greg's first infected load as much? Or even more? Something about Shay's dangerous, masculine swagger to him made wonder if this load of semen was going to be a blessing or a curse. "Mmmmmm," I grunted again. It was the last thing I could say before Shay's cock pushed its way into my throat. His cock more than filled my throat and his thick meat pressed against the walls, blocking my ability to speak or even breath. I struggled against my every instinct to get it out. I forced myself to accept his shaft and give it pleasure. "Yeah, cocksucker. Make love to my AIDS-bone." I looked up at him. He was staring at his pipe. "You're doing pretty good on my pipe. Time for me to work on this one." He held the torch under the bowl, carefully heating it up. "You know. This stuff gets me all twisted. You think you're ready for that?" My head was impaled on his dick, but I shook it as best I could. "I can get all warped and verbal. You want me like that?" I nodded in agreement again. "Now, this is your choice. How many hits should I take?" He reached down and held my hand up. I had no idea what tina did; Max had talked about it, but without much detail. I put up three fingers. It seemed like a reasonable dose for coke. "Good choice," he said. "Now suck me off." I swallowed, and pressed down on his cock. As he inhaled, I managed to get to the base of his dick. I was disappointed to see he had trimmed his pubes, but there was still a thick bush that captured faint hints of the morning workout. We both inhaled deeply, me of his sweat and soap, and Shay of the clouds from the pipe. "Mmmmm," Shay moaned, as he pulled the pipe from his mouth. "Just suck me." He was holding his breath. While he held his hit, I counted the strokes my mouth made on his cock. First one, then two, and then three. I was up to twelve before he exhaled. "Fuck yeah," he grunted. "Suck my infected dick." I pulled off the full length of his shaft, and gulped furiously of air. As much as I needed that air, I also needed to be sucking on his diseased cock. I needed my throat filled with his poisonous drippings. I took one last gulp of air, and returned my full attention to his manhood. "That's what I need," Shay said. "Hot mouth on my poz dick." He put a hand on the top of my head, and gently pressed down. With the pressure he was exerting, he wasn't forcing his dick into me. Instead, it was clear reminder of what he expected me to do on my own. I tried my best, forcing myself to take another inch of his shaft into my throat. He moaned, and pressed a bit harder. It was the prompt I needed, and I let the last of his thick penis into my mouth. My lips wrapped around the base, pressed up against his sandy-brown bush. "Doing a great job there man," Shay said. "Getting my poz cock ready. Getting it ready for your raw fucking hole. Your raw fucking hole." I shivered for a moment; from both a lingering apprehension about getting fucked raw and from the relentless presence of his pozcock in my throat. "Feel that hot neg hole of yours milk out a big load, thick and creamy with my virus." "Mmmmmm," I said as best I could with his cock buried deep in my throat. "Yeah, you want that virus? Don't you?" His cock was starting to drip pre-cum into my throat. "Mmmmmmm," I moaned. As the salty fluid started to seep into my body, the fear I had of him fucking me slowly disappeared, to be replaced by an anxiety around just the opposite outcome: that he would not fuck me. I was nodding my head. I wanted his seed in me, and it would do the most good injected deep into my ass. "Eaase?" I said, shaking my ass as well. "You're hungry for it, huh?" Shay said. "Hungry for my virus?" He took his hand off my head and finally let me get a breath of air. I gasped, trying to get as much oxygen as I could before he forced me back down on his dick. "Stand up," he said, pushing me off his cock. I felt empty, and started to protest. "I said, stand up," he said, this time more forcefully. I stood up. "Good," he said. "Now, strip. I want to see that neg ass before I fuck raw." Slowly, I took off my shirt and then my shorts. I hesitated for a moment, standing in front of him in only a pair of underwear. "All the way," Shay said, as he pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it aside. His chest was broad and muscular and was covered in a thick layer of hair. He was starting to sweat a bit, and I wondered what he would smell like after he had been fucking me all morning long. "You're now over-dressed." "Ok," I said, as I pushed down my underwear and released my cock. "Fuck, that's a nice piece of meat on you," he said. "You don't fuck?" "I do. Sometimes." "You're gonna destroy so many holes," he said. "Can't wait to watch you infect a few boys." My dick twitched. If what I felt was real, my dick would soon be just as powerful as Greg, Max, and Shay's cock. I'd be able to give the gift, rather than chasing it down. Shay's next line snapped me back to reality. "Turn around. Now show me what I'm gonna fuck." I turned around, and bent over slightly, pushing my ass towards him. I looked over my shoulder, and saw him stroking his shaft. It was still glistening from my spit and his toxic pre-cum. "Oh yeah," he said, noticing me staring. "I've got more than enough to inject into you." "Bend over some more," he continued. "Grab those cheeks and spread them for me." I did as he told me, exposing the most private part of my body to him. I had long made the decision to allow him inside of me; this was merely the ratification of it. "Now, that's a hole I can work with." I looked back again, this time through my legs. Shay was still stroking his beautiful cock. I didn't care that he had a deadly virus in his blood, nor that sex meant he would share it with me. All that mattered was that I got his cock. "Wanna go to the stateroom?" I asked. "Stateroom?" he repeated. "Yeah, it's what a bedroom is called on a boat. Who knows why." "Hell yeah," he said. "Lead the way." I stood back up, and headed towards the bow of the boat. The main stateroom was up front; most of the space was taken up by the bed. "This way," I said. Shay followed close behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat from his body against my skin. Once in the stateroom, he wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me close. "Gonna breed that hole of yours. Give you the gift you've been craving for far too long." I shifted my legs, letting his cock slide between my ass cheeks. Like a poisonous snake seeking out it's prey, Shay's dickhead quickly found my anus. I was sweating but I shivered. It was hard to tell what part the fever was playing and what part was my sheer animal lust for Shay's cock. His HIV status was only a bonus. "Fuck me," I grunted. "Fuck me." "How do you want it? Tell me how you want me to fuck you." "Fuck me raw. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep," I grunted. "Just fucking bareback me." "Damn. That's what my poz dick wants to hear." He spun me around, gave me a quick kiss, then pushed me back on the bed. I landed in the middle, my legs almost instinctively going up. Shay jumped on the bed, immediately finding his place between my legs. His cockhead was quickly pressed up against my hole again. "Please man. Just give me your infected cock." I had grabbed his hips, and was trying to pull him closer to me. With one hand, Shay was holding up one of my legs. With the other, he was guiding his dick into my hole. "Just put it in me." "I'm trying man," he said, as a finger quickly pressed into my hole. "Just stay still for a second." I forced myself to stop for a moment and relax. I breathed in, and allowed my mind to stop racing. The fever, the pot, the poztalk, it had been overwhelming. Instead, I focused on the hardness pressing against my ass. I allowed my hole to relax. No longer working against my struggles, Shay's manhood slid easily into my hole. "Mmmmmm," I moaned in pleasure. In the frenzy of the past few weeks, even forty-eight hours without sex had felt like a drought. Even just barely two nights felt like far too long without cock. Sunday night, there had been Andre, a trick from on-line. But even being sick, it seemed so long ago. Since that first night with Greg, when I had felt his toxic warmth in me, I had been craving poz seed. But I was also afraid of it. As much as I wanted to be poz, I also remembered how bad it could be. I would have a very special gift, one that I would share widely and freely. I had been seeking out the toxic fluids from many men, and it was clear that I was going to get at least one more toxic load this morning. Shay's cock was already deep inside me. "Yeah," Shay moaned. "You're opening up for my poz cock. Come on. Let me drip my filth deep in your gut." His cock twitched, and I felt the familiar pleasure of pre-cum dripping into me. It was the merest hint of warmth, a slightly unfamiliar taste in the back of my throat as the chemicals from his body infiltrated my bloodstream. There would be heavier weapons soon entering my body soon; even his pre-cum would be full of the deadly virus. "Please," I moaned. "Give it to me. Fucking infect me." All I could think about was how his cock felt inside of me. Despite my knowledge of his status, I hadn't asked him about a condom. I knew what his answer was going to be, and I knew I wouldn't be able to say no to him. There was no choice but to let him enter me without protection. Besides, I had already taken so many poz loads, it would be unseemly to treat him any differently. "Make me poz," I grunted, as he slammed his cock into me. "Fuck yeah," Shay grunted. "Fucking take my poz cock. Let me infect you." Despite the steady stream of pre-cum dripping from his dick, I was still milking his cock hard. All I could imagine was getting more of his cum. In my feverish state, I had somehow convinced myself that my best hope was his cum. I knew there had been a reason for it, something more critical than how good his raw cock felt inside of me. "Fuck, your ass feels so hot. Like it's burning my cock." "Yeah?" I asked. "It's intense. You ok?" "I had a fever earlier." He slowed down his attack, sliding all the way into my hole. "You say you're not a bug chaser," he said. "But..." he continued. "Yeah," I said. "I take a lot of poz cum." "Your hole is on fucking fire. Feels like you got what was coming to you." He smiled. "Feels like the fuck-flu to me." He punched his dick in and out of my hole. "But don't worry. I'm still gonna still give you another load of my poison." He slammed into me, his dick forcing its way deep into my guts. I gasped, then grunted. "Please. Infect me with your AIDS cum." I didn't know where the voice had come from, but it was clear I had said it. "Give me your virus," my mouth said, seemingly under some other control. "Fuck yeah," Shay muttered, slamming his cock back into me. "Dripping that poz juice into you." His cock slid in and out of me, each long stroke evoking pleasure and pain in my guts. "Fucking take my poz cock," he said. I loved that he was poz and he was sharing his gift with me.

Sorry for your loss.

I have the perfect plug for you boy. as well as what you will wear to hold it in that tight boy hole. Until I am ready to pull it out and plow your hole with my own pole. I love to use a young boy like you and full fill his every fantasy push his limits and make him whimper like a boy in heat.

So here is a revised/updated part one followed by part two. I have no idea where to take it after part two, suggestions welcome! Thanks for yalls patience.. Part One, Updated. I’ll just get right down to it, cuz that’s what we’re here for right? So my meth dealer is fucking sexy/sleazy/I’d fuck him when I’m sober/I drool over him when high kind of confident macho bro that knows it. I’d guess he’s right around 40 but his demeanor and look is younger, as if he’s not maturing past his early 30s. He works out plenty, and while he's definitely always high, he handles his drug well, so well that he’s made it a part of his swagger. This ups his sex appeal 10 fold for party faggot’s like myself. Now, he’s definitely straight because he always has these hungry, territorial bitches hangin on him when I come to pick up. But, like most straight guys who know they're hot, hung, and have an inflated ego (false or otherwise) he teases the fags shamelessly. Whores for attention, and I’m a sucker for an attention whore. It’s Friday afternoon and I am over at his place to pick up for some weekend plans I have brewing. I know he’s horny and in a mood because he is shirtless and wearing these navy blue gym shorts (why is it always gym shorts?) that he sags, showing off some nice furry crack and obviously no underwear. I’ve seen these shorts numerous times but it dawns on me just now that if he didn’t sag them so much they’d only fall to about mid thigh, peculiarly short for such a bro. In any case, his fat cock with its generous mushroom head flops visibly around in them when he saunters towards me, his muscled ass stretching the worn navy nylon in the back, and a few holes show hairy flesh beneath. Without fail, he always manages to bend over or squat at least once each visit in locations that are blatant appeals to my obvious faggot desires. Sure, he knows that I know that he knows that I’d get on my knees and beg for it if he allowed me the opportunity. What he doesn’t know are all the diverse, well practiced and extreme ways he could extract pleasure from me. It is this knowledge, this skilled and indecorous depravity that allows me to barely maintain my confidence around him. I was sure that if given the chance and motivation I could blow his mind by getting him to blow his load in 3 minutes or less, changing his life forever. The fucker sure gives me a run for my money though... He knows I don’t use consistently and that whenever I come to reload that I’ve been sober at least a week if not more. Over time I’ve noticed that he always watches me real close when I take those first few bong rips he offers me. It’s the look of curiosity, disgust, and arrogance on his face observing me transform from composed business-casual gay to sweaty, needy, chemwhore in 60 seconds flat. I just can't help it. That bitch Tina immediately hijacks my brain, silencing any self control, dignity or hesitations and ignites an insatiable hunger, a pathetic need from my true self… My eyes (and my kunt) dilate, my cock twitches, and I salivate from both holes and my cock all at once. Unconsciously I rub my inner thigh and readjust my cum swollen balls and swelling cock. I know that I'm staring at him, at his muscles as he flexes his arms ripping the bong, the size of his hands, and then my eyes following the massive cloud he blows purposely down onto his crotch. The perfectly timed twitch of his cock through the swirling smoke, a trap I immediately realize when he snickers and my eyes snap to his leering back at me. Without breaking eye contact he leans forward, legs spreading wider (those fucking gym shorts!) and passes me the bong. “Here ya go man, best shit I’ve had in a while. Been making me wicked horny all day. Take a couple good rips off that while I weigh you out.” I don’t even hesitate or don’t break eye contact till he smiles and looks away to go about our transaction. Torch clicks, crystal melts, chamber fills and I suck that bong like the glass cock it is. He watches me exhale a thick cloud even bigger than his and whistles. I’m already power lunging my 3rd rip when he eases back into his chair, folding his beefy arms behind his buzzed sandy blonde head and exposing some ripe pits. He slouches more, legs spreading further, crotch pushing forward even more clearly framing his swollen dick print and huge balls. He continues leering while I suppress a whimper as I exhale... even more slowly this time, letting the smoke ooze from my mouth while meeting his domineering gaze. At this point I don't really care that he's smirking down at me, in fact it does exactly what it’s meant to: makes me want him, to submit to hum, helplessly falling deeper into his well practiced thrall. Now, as an unwavering, no reciprocation necessary, worshiper-of-cock kind of cocksucker, I have no problem dropping to my knees and servicing any man who knows how to put my grateful holes to good use but in my experience (or my assumptions) not many straight men really know about us faggots and/or just aren't interested. This guy though? I’d bet my left nut he knows exactly what to do with me. I pass the bong back to him and it’s then I realize there’s no one else in the house for once...just him and those fucking gym shorts with that big old dick print snaking down his thigh and some ripe fucking pits. Usually, I come in, give him cash, smoke a few hits and then leave, but this time he has invited me in, sat me on his couch across from him and is casually getting me twisted bong high. “So Cassandra thinks you’re a faggot” he states, Cassandra must be one of the territorial bitches I’ve seen on hanging around on occasion. “She says ‘your kind‘ occasionally come into her club, closeted fags… they’re still trying to play it straight in front of their bro friends but they’re awkward, never make eye contact with her or the other girls, never want lap dances and are always eager to tip big and leave early. Any dude who acts like that at a strip club sounds like a fag to me. You ever had that experience?” He more insinuates than asks. I finish my rip and clear the oversized chamber, holding it in for a second and respond while exhaling. “No actually, I embraced my faggotry at a young age so I never had to ‘fake it.’” The word faggotry comes out in a big swirl of smoke I aim right at him. “I knew what I needed but it wasn’t until I was on my knees in front of a man for the first time when I was fourteen that I understood my purpose in life.” I pause for a moment to let that gratuitous over-share linger in the smokey haze around us. “More often I’m the fag those bros call when they leave your friend’s club. All horned up, buzzed, and looking to use a hungry hole or two that will gratefully service them with out all the emotional bullshit their women make them go through.” Hell, if he thought he would catch me off guard and shame me into…whatever he had in mind, he thought wrong. My unapologetic response shocked him for a moment as he coughed and sputtered out his cloud before recovering his cool. He looked at me dead on checking to make sure I wasn’t bullshitting him, and then smiled. “So after Cassandra told me this, I did a little research. You ever been on Tumblr? Had never even heard of it but goddamn the shit on there opened my eyes real wide. Only had to search two key words I felt described you pretty well: chem faggot. I admit I had no idea…no idea this was even a thing.” He blatantly adjusts his cock which is obviously swelling now. “What really got me going is the realization that faggots exist to worship and service men like me and I bet you’ll do whatever the fuck I want.” The fact that this last part was a statement and not a question made me quiver and I averted my eyes naturally down towards his feet. He picked up on this right away, passed me back the bong and said, “Finish that faggot. I knew you were a homo but this? You’re fucked. I can tell you’re about to loose your shit just being in my presence and today is your lucky fucking day. And for what I have in mind, I want you all ready to go. Then you can show me if you faggots are worth a real man’s time. I never hit a bong so deep. At least four massive back to back rips till the bowl was emptied. The room was hazy with not only smoke, but the unmistakable scent of man: musk and a bit of after shave all electrified with the sparks of domination and submission.

As I said before I usually like it when guys are unaware they are showing a big package. So hot to watch. I always check out crotches. On the other hand there's nothing wrong with guys who ARE aware or even do it on purpose ?

Dawn was breaking by the time they finished with me. My face and bottom were covered in spunk, and my belly felt like it had been pumped full of it a well. I manged to retrieve my clothes and crawled out onto the beach. I dressed, but realised I still couldn’t go home like this. I remembered an old, brick toilet set back from the beach in some bushes and thought there might be a basin I could wash the worst of the filth off. There didn’t seem to be anyone around, so I crept up to the building and went inside. It smelt of piss and damp. There were some urinals and cubicles and a cracked wash basin which had running water. I took off my trousers and peeled my underpants off my sticky buttocks and ran some water in the bowl. It was difficult, but I managed to raise one leg on to the edge so I could apply water to my arsehole which was puffy and sore. Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps and a short, fat man came through the door. He was wearing stained overalls, rubber boots and was carrying a mop and bucket. I froze with shock, and he grinned as he saw my bare arse and the puffy slit between the cheeks. “’ello.” He said. “what’s all this? Got yourself fucked did you?” I lowered my leg and stood there miserably as he laughed at my discomfort. “That’s why I like the early shift,” He said. “There’s often some dirty bastard washing his bum hole in the morning.” He put the bucket down and unzipped the front of his overalls. He had a fat, hairy belly and around the belly button was a large biohazard tattoo. When he pulled the zipper lower, a thick cock with a large mushroom cock fell into his fist and swelled into erection. “You alright in there, Mick?” Shouted a voice from outside. “Oh yeah,” He called back, turning me round and bending me over the washbasin. He dug out a battered tin of Vaseline and smeared it over my gaping hole. “This won’t take long, mate!” I felt his cock pushing into me. It forced my hole further open around the mushroom head, then slid into my gut with a delicious sliding feeling. “I’ll just clean the ladies, then, shall I?” Called the voice from outside. Mick was thrusting in and out, gasping with pleasure as he sodomised me over the basin. “Y..you…ooof…yeah you do that!” He gasped, lifting his belly onto my backside and going deeper up me. I was crushed over the cold porcelain as he worked himself to a climax. “Here it comes you dirty sod!” He grunted and I felt his cock throbbing inside me as he added his spunk to the cum already swimming inside me. “That’s better.” He sighed, pulling his cock out, wiping it with a dirty cloth and zipping up his overalls before wiping my bottom with the same rag. “Thanks,” I mumbled. He turned away and started mopping the floor. “Bye then.” I said. He ignored me, so I pulled on my underwear and trousers and went outside. Another man was emerging from the ladies with a bucket, and he raised an eyebrow when he saw me, then jerked his hips suggestively. I blushed and walked off with his laughter in my ears. By now it was nearly 9 o’clock and I knew Bill would be at the sauna, so I headed of there to get a shower. I let myself in and found him behind the desk drinking coffee. “Where you been?” He said, “Your mum’s been round looking for you.” I explained about what had happened and he gave a whistle of appreciation. “You ended up under the promenade, then? Bloody hell, they’re real tramps under there. Did you get fucked by an old guy with a warty cock and sores?” I nodded my head. “Then your arse will be swimming with bugs by now! His names John and he’s well known for having the clap and god knows what else!” As he spoke, I noticed his cock thicken and stiffen in his shorts and a dark pre-cum stain appear at the tip. “Mind you, there’s some find that gets them horny. Strip off and show me your arse.” I did as I was told, and he turned me round and stuck a finger up me, which slid in easily from the cleaner’s spunk from earlier. “We’d best phone your mum and tell her you’re ok.” He dropped his shorts and bent me over the counter and then dialled my home. As the phone rang, he slowly slid his cock up me and grunted with pleasure. “Oh yeah, nothing like an arse full of bugs around my cock.” I heard my mother answer and Bill said “That’s right, he’s here. I’m with him now.” He pushed his cock deeper and I squealed with pleasure. “Yeah, he’s happy enough….that’s so wet and dripping…no I was just saying there’s a drip in the shower…oof I’m going to cum..sorry I said I’ll make sure he comes straight home..ahhh.” With that he shot a huge load up me in spasms as my mother thanked him for looking out for me and rang off. Bill pulled out and I saw his cock was covered in slime. “”Lovely!” He said, pushing his cock back into his shorts. “I’ll leave it dirty to marinade” He ruffled my hair. “You’re a good one, a right dirty little pig. Lube yourself up and get off upstairs. They’ll be in soon and you’ve got work to do.”

Well my last load well loads taken this morning! Started off meeting the BBC who popped my cherry and filled me with his kids and he told me he wanted to hang out! So we go to his place and chill and he is trying to get his friends to come! He gets on Grindr and finds a bottom who does shows and was like 2 miles away we had no clue but went to watch and boy was it a new experience! We pulled up to a farm and see Horses and stuff and told to come to the barn for his dildo show! We walk in and there’s 2 men There already but the guy doing the show was on his table! I noticed a huge jar full of cum and seen it looked weird but was definitely cum! Thinking it was tons of men cum we watch as he inserted his toy! A hose ran out the bottom and I see it was a cumming toy so it got hard! He then tells us we need to have fun so my BBC top pulls out his cock and started to stroke! Watching the bottom squeeze a bulb and cum shoot in him made me so hard! My top says he needs to go home his buddy is there and wants to knock me up! We walk in and his buddy is hard and lubed and mmm yummy! He was about 6” long but thick as hell! I feel my insides stretching as his slides in and slowly works in! He says he won’t last long with how tight I am, I feel him thrust harder and I start sucking my normal top! He precums buckets so its making me moan hard! I feel my tops buddy slow down and grunt! I felt the hot sensation and knew it was happening he kept thrusting and I swear I hear it slosh in my stomach! He pushed balls deep and tells me I need to take care of his baby and I was hooked! I pushed some of his cum out to taste and he shot the prettiest load I ever seen! A huge wad of super thick cum was on the bed! He scooped it up and laid back I feel my normal top go in and he isn’t thick but long and he fucks my brains out. I took 2 good loads and seen some wild shit today! I sucked the leftovers off the first tops dick! I had a good day but now I want more dick!

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

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

Chuck Renslow died in January 2017. His partner Etienne sold Manscounty and they are building luxury condos there. It will be named The Renslow. Hated to lose Manscountry. was the best bathhouse in Chicago. I am sure IML will continue for years to come. So now the best place to go for wild nasty sex is The Hole which is the basement of The Jackhammer. You check your clothes with this super nice guy who always has a horsetail butt plug up his ass. There a slings, mattress, fuck benches, a tub, a darkroom - and my favorite part - all the urinals are out in the open bar.

8 years old. My father.

For me it is a dream cum true each time I go . Feeling the darkness around me not being able to see my sense of smell and sensation are elevated , feeling a man push his cock in my willing hole , over and over men giving their seed . Some toxic some loaded with STD’s. Also love cleaning the cum off them getting scull fucked .

The next day, my arse was all puffy and swollen when I had a shower. As I came out, my mother was holding my underpants which were heavily stained at the back . "Are you ok?" She said. I blushed and nodded and she laughed. " Oh...I see. Well try and clean up a bit better after the next time!" I got dressed and went round to the sauna, letting myself in with the key Bill had given me. He wasn't at the desk, so I stripped off and lubed myself as usual, noticing how open I was and slipping a couple of fingers easily up myself which felt good. I wandered around picking up tissues and then I heard voices coming from the small yard at the back where we kept the rubbish bins. The back door was open, and Bill was talking to a couple of rough looking guys who were collecting the bins. They were both fat and middle-aged and drinking tea, so I guessed this was a regular stop for them. They were discussing football. "Terrible game, last night," said one of the men, spilling tea over his heavy beard and over his stained t-shirt. "Yeah, "Said Bill. "Not going to be a great season." I wasn't sure what to do, but Bill saw me with the waste bin and beckoned me outside. Although I was naked, I guessed it was ok. I stepped out and put the rubbish in one of the smelly bins. They ignored me and carried on talking about the game. "What we need is a new manager" Said Bill. As he spoke, he grabbed my arm and pulled me face down over a dustbin. I heard the men cackle with laughter, and a thick, rough forefinger ploughed up my bum. "Need a whole new team more like!" I heard one of them say. " Mind if i get a bit?" "Help yourself" Said Bill. I heard the sound of a zip being drawn down, then there was a smell of rotting rubbish as the man got behind me. I felt his stubby cock probe my hole, and then he slid up me with a satisfied grunt and began to thrust, his jeans scratching my bare cheeks. Bill and the other guy watched me being fucked, all the time talking about their team and what the next game might be like. The man in me worked to a climax, grunting softly as his cock swelled and spurted up my rectum. "Tha's better!" He gasped as he slid out and Bill offered him a dirty rag to wipe his slimey cock. "Climb on if you want to, Harry" He said. "We'd best be going soon." Harry was wearing overalls which he unclipped and let fall. He was naked beneath. His long, thin cock sprang up below a flabby, hairy body as he waddled behind me. His hand steadied my arse, then he slid up me in one delicious stroke and began to fuck urgenlty and fast. Bill and the other guy finished pulling the bins together as Harry reached his climax, giving a satisfied sigh as he emptied up inside me. Then he pulled out, pulled up his overalls and they began to move the bins out. "Wait a minute," said Bill. He picked up the rag and tenderly wiped my bum clean, then tossed it into the refuse. "Cheers lads. See you next week." He said. Without a backward glance at my naked body, they waved and closed the gate behind them. Bill turned to me. "Get up, Timmy" He said, "The regulars will be here soon and want their oats!" Then he laughed and I followed him inside...

If you've followed many of my stories, you know that I love servicing and getting off Str8 guys. One of the ways I get str8 men dick is to offer free massages on Craigslist. The vast majority of guys that reply tend to be closeted married men or str8 guys that are just hoping for a free handjob at the end of a massage. I placed a Craigslist ad early this morning. I got a ton of replies, but settled on one guy that had sent a really hot pic of his chest. He said his wife was out of town and he was free to host. We settled on a time and he gave me his address. I arrived at his home right at 3pm. He met me at the door wearing his bathrobe. He was just as I had imagined. Late 40's, 6 feet tall, 200 muscled pounds. Over all, a very handsome man. He welcomed me in and shook my hand as we exchanged names. He led me to the master bedroom. As I turned to remove my clothes, he had removed his robe and was lying face down on top of his king sized bed. I took my bottle of massage oil and climbed up beside him on the bed. I poured some oil on his back and down his butt and thighs. Then began my massage. He was quite tense, but within a few minutes, I could feel his body and muscles relax as he began to enjoy the massage. I couldn't wait to get my hands on his beautiful ass. I slowly worked my way down there, Massaging his butt cheeks, then down his thighs. Finally working my way into his inner thighs. I occasionally would brush a finger across his balls. I closely watched to see if there was a reaction, either way. He was playing it very cool and not making any statement that I was going too far. But he wasn't giving a sigh of pleasure, either. I worked up and down his legs, coming back up to massage his inner thighs and ass again. This time I went deep into his ass and rubbed my fingers over his asshole. Still no reaction, but he wasn't telling me to stop. Finally I slid my hand down to his balls, I gently rubbed his balls as my face went to his ass. And I licked his asshole. No moans of pleasure, but no protestation, either. I spread his ass cheeks and really went to work on his hole, with my tongue. I finally got a moan of pleasure from him. I reached underneath him and felt his hard cock underneath him. After a few minutes of ass eating, I hopped off the bed. Asked him to roll over as I grabbed my bottle of poppers. I took a couple of deep breaths of poppers as he rolled over. His 6.5" cut cock was standing straight up as he adjusted himself on his back. I climbed back onto the bed, on his side and poured oil all over his chest, upper thighs and cock. Then went to work on his chest. Flicking his nipples as I massaged his chest. Then worked around his cock and upper thighs. Being sure to brush against his rock hard cock as I worked around it. Finally I took hold of his cock. Stroked it for a few minutes. Then lowered my lips to it and took his cock into my mouth. I reached up and tweaked his nipples as my mouth worked on his cock. After about 5 minutes of some of my best cocksucking, I finally asked him if he wanted to fuck me? There was silence. Oh, no.........Had I gone too far? After a pause, he finally said. "Yeah. I'll fuck you". "Get behind me", I said. As he climbed off the bed, I got on my knees at the edge of the bed. He stood behind me. I spit on my fingers and smeared my asshole with my spit. I was getting ready to spit another finger full to lube me up. But before I could do it, he started to press up into me. He pushed hard and slid up into me. I quickly grabbed my poppers and poppered up for what I was hoping would be a hot fuck. A hot fuck is exactly what he gave me. He really rammed into me. Slamming his dick into me. Slapping against me as he fucked me hard and deep. His cock had a nice downward curve to it. It was just hitting my prostate as he was fully in me. It felt awesome. He fucked me about 6 or 7 minutes before he let out a low growl and finally emptied his balls in my ass. He held his cock deep inside me as cum filled my ass. Then, he did something awesome. He'd begin to pull out, then stop, holding his cock part way in me, then slam it back into me. He hold it in me, then slowly begin to pull it out. Before he'd pull out completely, he'd stop and hold it there. I'd squeeze my ass on his cock. Then he'd slam it back into me. It felt incredible. It was making my body shake in orgasm each time he'd do it. This went on for several minutes, before he finally pulled all the way out. Then in typical str8 man fashion, he immediately put his robe on and was waiting for me to dress and get the hell out. I dressed as quickly as I could, as he stood silently beside the bed. As I turned to walk out of the bedroom, I said, "I hope that was OK for you?" "Yeah, It felt great. Thanks", he finally said. We silently walked down his hallway, into the living room and to his front door. "Thanks", I said. "Thank you", he said. "Keep in touch. I wouldn't mind another massage, sometime". With that, I walked out into the sun and drove off. My ass filled with his married seed.

Piggy fox here from toronto.

Chapter XXV Our host's cock was standing tall and hard, now. He was leaking pre-cum like crazy and we found ourselves greedily lapping it up as fast as we could. It was delicious and we wanted more and more of it. This went on for a good half an hour, and he seemed to be not even close to cumming yet. His pole was magnificent and even scared as I was, I had to admire the magnificence of it. It was the ultimate fuck stick to end all fuck sticks and I found myself losing control and wanting it in me and I am sure by boy was feeling the same, now. Then our host pulled his cock from us and flipped my love on his back and hoisted his legs over his shoulders all in one move. He then dove face first into my boys ass and his tongue was slithering all over his hole. My boy was almost crying from the pleasure. Usually a top, he was now feeling more of what I felt and seemed to be loving the attention his hole was getting. The poz owner went to town greedily and I watched as his tongue dove deeper and deeper into my loved one's ass. He did this for a good 10 minutes, then very quickly pulled back, lined up his monster cock and drove it into my boy in one tremendous thrust. It had to have hurt, but being so large, my boy's eyes could only pop wide open as well as his mouth and not a sound could he make. Our poz host only hesitated a few seconds and then began to just plainly and simply set about to destroy my love's hole, pounding away at a tremendous fast and hard pace. In and out harder and faster. My boy could not even form any words or even groan with the agony I am sure he was feeling. I watched, mesmerized, as that marvelous giant tool drove in and out of my boy and I could soon see small streaks of red showing as It began to tear the insides of my love up. After a good 10 minutes, the owner, started to breathe heavier. He leaned closer to my boy, who was finally starting to make some sounds, mostly groans with a few sighs thrown in when he felt some small pleasure. The poz owner then told him, "Get ready, boy, I am going to flood your cunt with my poz load and her it COMES!" He almost yelled the last word and drove his cock as deep and hard as he could and was cumming deep inside my love. I could almost feel the river of cum myself just from watching and knew that with the tearing the HIV would probably drive deep into my love's bloodstream quickly. He ground his cock around and around and my boy then said, "OMG, I can't believe it, I am cumming!" He threw his head back and the host leaned up a little and my boy's cum erupted between them shooting clear up and hitting them both in their faces. Why, I don't know, but my own cock was standing up tall and hard watching this happening. There was only a small wait and then the owner rolled off of my boy and before I could move, had grabbed me and flipped me onto my back. I was amazed to see his enormous cock still jutting straight out and hard, even having cum just a few seconds ago. I was so startled at the sight, I couldn't move as my legs were hoisted over his shoulders and he had driven his ultimate cock deep into me in one giant push. I gasped, then, and groaned at the discomfort of this invasion, with no lube except for what came from his cum he had deposited in my boy. I felt myself lift up off of the bed, involuntarily, impaling myself even more on his cock. I felt tears run down my cheeks but, again, there was almost no hesitation until he was outright assaulting my hole. It hurt like hell, but the rubbing on my prostate soon alleviated that and I felt myself all at once driving my own ass at him to meet his inthrusts as hard as he was doing to me. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. I found myself begging him to fuck me as hard as he could. He thrashed and literally tried to drive me clear through the bed with all his might. I was hurting like hell, but found myself wanting it to never end, too. My legs went around him trying to pull him back into me every time he pulled back. He fucked me for a half hour at least and then looking me in the eyes exclaimed, "Here it comes, boy. Take my highly charged load, NOW!" I could actually feel the cum shooting out of his cock and flooding me with a sea of his sperm, his highly toxic POZ cum. As with my boy, I felt my own cock start to throb as I was cumming myself. He continued to grind his cock into me for several more minutes, making sure it went as deep into me as possible. When he finally pulled out, I looked down to see a very red streaked cock, coated completely in his cum and my blood. I was certain that he had probably pozzed my love and I on just this one time each, this time. I could only think, again, OMG What Did I Do and when can we get more now.

17. "So... How was your 'date'? asked Rick after Tony got home. "Good! I took him into the bar and after a few beers, and blew my poz cum into his hot cunt." "Woof! I got something to jerk off to again tonight." said Rick with pride. "How did he take it when you told him?" "Well... he freaked out at first, but then shot his load hands-free! And then, when we talked and danced some after, his dick was rock-hard the whole time!" "Fuck! I corrupted you good, stud.!" Rick shook his head as he started playing with his hard nipples through his tight shirt. "I see you like the story!" "Fuck, yeah. Got some of that toxic cum left for me?" "For you? Always," Tony replied with a grin as he stepped closer to his uncle, massaging the latter's cock through his pants. They kissed passionately and then took their shirts off. Rick played with his nephew's silver nipple rings, gently tugging and twisting them as the two continued making out. Tony, of course, continued massaging his Uncle's dick, but after several minutes of tongue-play, Rick broke-off the kiss and kissed his way down his nephew's body until he reached the prize, Tony's crotch. Kissing and tonguing the denim, Rick unbuttoned Tony's jeans, extracted his nephew's big cock from his jockstrap, expertly kissing, licking and sucking on the pierced ten inch cock. Tony directed Rick's activities by taking his head in his hands, and pushing him further down on the cock. Rick skillfully sucked and worshiped his nephew's monster cock and balls, following Tony's lead so eventually Tony's cock was lodged full depth in Rick's throat, leaving Rick to choke, now fully impaled on the big cock. Showing no mercy, and by no means taking it slowly, Tony face-fucked his uncle with abandon, his pleasure being the only consideration. The scene was unbelievably hot. Rick's face was red, wet and sticky with a variety of juices, and the cock in his throat left him feeling as if he was trying to swallow an anaconda. The the vision above Rick made it worthwhile: the young man above him was the consummate pig - handsome, muscular, hung, dangerous and cocky. One hell of a pig! Unbuttoning his fly, Rick extracted his rock hard cock and edged himself for several minutes, without pausing in servicing Tony. Fortunately Rick's services paid off, for after some time of hard and hot skull-fucking, Tony announced "FUCK YEAH! I'M FUCKING CUMMING!" With this announcement Tony withdrew most of his cock from Rick's throat, leaving only about three inches inside and started cumming. And cumming. And cumming. But, as with all good things, eventually the ropes of cum ended, and Tony pulled his uncle up and started making out with him, tasting and swallowing his own highly viral, charged up cum. After that, he dropped to his knees, took his uncle's cock into his mouth, rammed three fingers into his uncle's man cunt, massaging the elder man's prostate. With that, Rick roared and fired his own load into Tony's mouth. Tony stood up and kissed his uncle again, letting him taste his own tainted cum. With that, Tony had realised what a monster they had created. His own cock bounced with that thought. Made you hard? Share your thoughts!☣???

5. The journey continues “I think it’s time we showered and went to bed don’t you? I’ll call mum and tell her we ran into you and you have come to stay over for a catch-up, OK?” Ben informs me. “Yes please bro, I’d love that.” We group showered and the hot soapy water washed my cares away as both Ben and Olly soaped me up paying particular attention to my cock, balls and gently played with my battered ass crack. Refreshed and reinvigorated we lept on to the bed in a heap, kissing and caressing as I extended my gay sex education from my brother and his partner and eager to learn more secrets spots as well as have more of his special cum from Ben doing what I always wanted him to give me. I felt a small pressure on my head, feeling his hand guide my head towards his straining cock and balls. Well, time to properly try this out...something I had dreamed about since I stole his used cum-rag T Shirt. I open my mouth to properly suck off my brother and feel the spongy texture of his dick-head as I ran my tongue over and around it, savouring the deep smell of pure Ben as I inhale... I was in heaven, hell, and everywhere in between. "Wow...no teaching required in giving head" Ben's face had a mix of pleasure and happiness to it, enjoying the playful humour mixed in with my spirited exploration of every part of his magnificent cock. I tried to mimic what I had seen in gay porn videos, but damn...his big fat cock seemed bigger than it did in the toilets but I must have been doing something right by the way Ben moaned to himself, the way he grabbed and played with his nipples, his knees mixing between being steady waving open and closed and trying to buck under the pressure of pleasure. What I lack in skill, I guess, I make up for in vigour. And vigorous I was. I doubled my effort to move on to his big bull sized balls to lick, kiss, suck and taste every inch of this dangling sack this delicious taboo and depravity. It was Ben and it was perfect. So hot to the touch, I could almost feel his balls move with me in tandem to every lick. I sucked each of them in, savouring them and I could tell it was driving Ben crazy. Apparently I was a natural at playing with balls... "Damn fucking damn... I'm already close..." Ben whispered to me, I guess I was good... Or perhaps the emotions of playing with his brother that got the better of him. “Me too” piped up Olly, who I had all but forgotten about as my life long fantasy played out in real time, a quick glance confirmed he was jerking off watching us two brothers enjoy one another. "What do you want me to do?" I asked looking up lovingly at Ben "Just... " His eyes were shut tight, riding each wave of ecstasy in his mind. It was so hot... I went back to bobbing my head on his rock-hard dick. I could taste a mix of my own saliva and his delicious precum and I just fell into a comfortable rhythm. My head and tongue moved in tandem with his thrusts, and I could see his body stiffen. I'm..." And with that feeble whimper of warning, Ben climaxed, grabbing my head tight feeding me every drop of cum he could muster. And what cum it was. I could feel my mouth filling up, gush after gush, till I was forced to stop savouring and start swallowing. But the taste. Different from his precum, but still perfect... It was so hot, slightly sweet mixed with a bitter aftertaste but in a sophisticated, fancy restaurant type of way. "Fuck... fucking fuck... Damn..." Ben's knees buckled but thankfully he never toppled over. He leaned back and rested against the bedhead, catching his breath, his body flush red. He wiped his sweaty brown hair out of his eyes, his breathing slowing, coming down from the rush. "Well... I'm... impressed bro. You aren't half bad... Not bad at all." Ben laughed lightly patting the top of my head. "Oh! Wow, fucking wow, that was soooooooooooo HOT... damn! Look at me." I opened my eyes and looked across at Olly as he smiled devilishly as jet after jet of poisonous jizz painted my face and hair, thick gobs of HIV laden cum dripped down from my hair, stinging in my eyes, I scooped as much as I could in my right hand and slurped on the bitter tasting spunk as I made sure to clean up every drop. “Fuck that was awesome bro, but no more wasted cum going down your throat or over that pretty face…we gotta share you with Dan, Rich, Mark and a few other friends to make sure it only goes in your hole so you convert and join our own special brotherhood. After ordering in a takeaway we all clambered into bed and following my sexploits I quickly went to sleep tightly snuggled up between Ben & Olly as they text or spoke to their pals. During the night I dreamt in full technicolor of every detail of the day’s events partially thrusting back as it felt for real like I was being fucked once more…in fact I caught myself moaning out loud and was afraid I would wake the boys. When I came to, I realized I wasn’t dreaming, it was Ben spooned up behind me, nuzzled into my neck and whispered, “I’m so glad you’re here, I couldn’t help myself, I just had to claim your hole as mine.” “He’s mine after you’ve finished you dirty dog, remember we share everything!” said a wide-awake Olly and with that Ben groaned as he filled my boycunt with his special brew. Olly threw back the duvet and presented me with his huge dick which was very thick and, in the half-light, looked dark and menacing with protruding veins that gave it a gnarled appearance. “Jeez I glad I’m lubed up with Ben’s load coz’ I think my hole is about to get its biggest challenge yet!” “On your back boy.” Olly authority demanded and as I rolled on to my back Olly knelt before me and pushed my legs apart. “Push some of that thick Poz spunk out” he instructed and as I did so a torrent of cum flowed out on his hand which he them smeared over his cock and pushed the rest of Ben’s jizz back in. Olly placed his dick-head at my hole and pushed the puckered skin open and continued pushing, inching his ever-thickening shaft in further pushing my internal flesh aside as his cock slid in gliding on Ben’s DNA. I let out a blissful groan as I felt Olly bottom out with his hot heavy balls resting on my taint. Now he was all the way in he lifted my legs up over his shoulders and leant forwards and began easing in and out. “Fuck me Ben, this is one fine pussy your brother has here.” As Ben switched on the bedside light to fully watch his partner have his way with me. I whimpered not in delight but in pain as not only Olly’s pace changed but the direction varied too further stretching and tearing at my internal skin as the hammering assault continued. I didn’t know what was happening next as Olly got Ben to move over and see his cock sawing in and out of my ass but he suddenly had a look of total satisfaction on his face as he intensively stared straight in to my eyes. Then punching in hard between each word, then says, “you’re torn up and bleeding-which-should-guarantee-your conversion-our-boy” and simultaneously upon hearing this my cock exploded in jets of negative cum that splattered up my stomach, neck and face. As my climax fired off my sphincter twitched and gripped hard around Olly’s monster dick which set off a train reaction; first his breathing becoming ragged, then his body shuddered as he then punched in soooo deep, roared as his virulent load flooded my intestines. He slumped over me and tenderly kissed me, a loving kiss as he gently pumped his still hard cock in my battered hole, “Welcome to the club kid.”

3. the fun continues... Reality came back in a shock. A finger was jabbed in my well lubed hole to send yet more tingling waves of pleasure through my body keeping my cock rock-hard. I feel him add two fingers that are now scissoring apart with his tongue now in between. “Ummmmmm sooooooooo good” I whimper despite the scratchy feeling which I guess is normal when being fingered like this for the first time, right? “Gonna stretch your hole beyond belief” a he scratches and digs further in my virgin hole. “Oh yessss” I hiss not really knowing what I’m letting myself in for, “Yes I want this!” “Good boy, good answer, you were going to get it whatever the answer was bro’” I could feel precum oozing out of my dick and I couldn't help but smile…bro, if only it was…And then nothing, no fingers and no tongue until I feel a warm bluntness of his dick-head pressing at my entrance. He took no time splitting me open rearranging my guts as he bottoms out in one go. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” I scream out loud as pain explodes throughout my fuck canal straight to my brain, he eases back to set the fire within my bowls off again and presses forwards once more. He groans as he slid himself in further, stretching my ass walls as they had ever been stretched before. “Yeah, Good boy, so tight, I’m enjoying this, God your ass is like a vice clamped around my dick” says the disemboweled voice from the other side of the wall as he picks up his rhythm, “Yes! Gonna make a man of you and wreck your hole” as a slap, slap, slap sound comes from his balls repeatedly smacking the wall and in no time at all he was pounding the shit out of me. So much so I was barely able to keep upright. I winced a bit in pain but kept taking his cock. “Yeah, take my dick, bro. You’re my little bitch, right?” “Fuck yeah,” I moaned. “Say it” “I’m your bitch.” “Louder, they can’t hear you outside!” “Oh yes! I’m your bitch! Fuck me, yeah fuck me HARDER!” He increased the intensity of his thrusts and I moaned louder as his dick rapidly pumped back and forth as sounds above alerted me to the skanky old guys leering over the top of the partition watching me lose my virginity below. Now he was the one letting out low guttural growls as he pounded me peppered every now and then with snarling dirty talk. “Fuckin’ dirty little freak,” he said, laughing. “Positively take IT.” Encouraged by the audience with a chorus of “Knock him up” , “Mark him with your cum” and “Hope it takes” all left me bewildered with what they were talking about. Out of nowhere, excruciating pain shot through my ass, as his cock popped through to another level within my guts and began pounding me harder and faster than ever before! I screamed in agony as he tore into me. The pain so intense that I was forgetting where I was. The only thing that existed was that giant cock brutally raping my hole and the pain I felt. Now he was screaming at me, shouting profanities as our flesh slapped together with wet, sloppy smacks. He had stamina like I didn’t think possible as he was able to pound long and hard until his breathing became ragged and I felt his dick swelling inside me. “Oh yeah, HERE IT FUCKIN’ COMES, BITCH! HERE IT FUCKIN’ COMES! Enormous jets of red-hot cum blasted out of his cock and as I closed my eyes I heard him groaning loudly as several more ropes of sperm spewed out of him. Finally, his breathing slowed, “That was so hot bro, something to remember me by for the rest of your life eh?, Buddy.” He pulled out but I was too exhausted to move only to be surprised as another cock pushed in, “Ummm sloppy seconds…..you are a right little slut, you're the fucking whore, aren't you? Chasing any cum loads, as many as you can get" as he too began to thrust in and out, after a few minutes he shoved as deep as he could and shouted "I'm gonna cum! Gonna be knocking you up good!” I felt his cock throb and throb as he spurted the second cum load ever in me, then is telling me “what a good boy I was”, and as he continued with tender little thrusts a sense of euphoria hit me knowing I did a good job taking their cocks and cum. I’d found my place in life as a bottom boy. I was spent. They were spent. I cleaned up with toilet paper and saw smears of blood in with the excess cum leaking from my hole and as I looked shocked at the red stain it was only then that I though, “What had I done?”

uk barebacker here, would love to chat with fellow furries who go raw

Part 12 Luke's training was reaching a pinical as he quickly learned his new role in life. After he was told that 'he sent a letter to his parents telling them how he got a girl pregnant, that they both dropped out school and were moving away to get married and raise their kid together. Luke knew his parents would be disappointed since they did not believe in premarital sex and he would be disowned. Steve took the opportunity to sell off the majority of Luke's property with the exclusion of his car, cell phone and laptop. This he had one of his dealers who closely resembled Luke and had him drive out west where the car was to be sold along with the laptop and any othrer identifying belongings incase they tried to find him. Just about a week and a half after Luke's first breeding, and daily breedings since then, he began to feel sick. This only made Matt increase his training. Luke needed to lear no matter how he felt, he had a job to do in pleaseing the customer. While Luke's training continued, James kept an eye on 'Bam Bam'. Every so often he would leave a little clue about what might have happened the other night. It took a full two weeks for Bam Bam to get the fuck flu. After he recoverred he received a plain brown envalope with no return adress on it n his mail box. It contained a DVD which he imediately watched on his laptop when he was alone in his dorm room. He was stunned to see himself not just begging to be fucked, but begging for each guy to breed him along with the slams he received. The video ended with an address to the county free clinic where he could get tested for HIV. He must have watched the DVD a dozen times while jacking off until he couldn't cum any more. The next day he went to get tested and sure enough, he was HIV positive. Luke was ready and puy to work earning good money for Steve. Bam Bam started to ask around trying to find the mysterious man he met at the dorm party. He vaguely remembered James talkig to him and immediately tried to hook up with him. Sure enough Bam Bam was open to not just flip fucking, but asked James about partying and about Matt. Bam Bam was not upset or mad, in fact he was relieved. Deep down he always wanted to not only fuck bareback, but to bottom too. And with wht had happened he felt a freedom he never knew existed and wanted to thank those that took him down this path. They ended up at Matt's where the three spent the night high as fuck. Matt and James explained Tina and slamming to Bam Bam as they each took Viagra while downing a little GHB. As the Viagra a G took effect Slams were prepared as both Matt and James let Bam Bam know that they each wanted to feel Bam Bam's raw dick inside them as he experiened his first bareback fuck as a top. The night, and good part of the next day, the three spent fucking and sudking. Bam Bam discovered the pure of breeding and being bred. These events made him think about his cousin who he always assumed was a closet case. When they were in their early teens they had on a few occasions 'messed around'. They came up with a plan.

I lust for cock and cum day in and day out. If only i could take the manhood and seed of all the fine gentlemen i come in contact with out and about i would be a happy pig