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6. I opened Scruff and Grindr before I was on the side walk again. Sir sent me a text telling me to make an account on BBRT as well, which I did as soon as I got home. I scrolled sending messages to any man I thought might have a big cock or listed themselves as a top. I hit up the daddy from the day before and then, naked except for my jock, I lay on my bed waiting. Scruff chirped first. A guy I had never talked to before had responded to my Woof. He was young, with a cute roundish face and a short-trimmed beard. He looked adorable if I was honest. I hoped that he had a darker side than his young face betrayed. “Hey there hot stuff,” his message read. “What’s up sexy?” I resonded. “Not much. Horny.” “FUCK! Me too.” “You lookin to get fucked?” “Fuck yes, come breed my hole.” “You want my raw cock?” “Yes! Deep in my cunt.” “Oh fuck yes!” He sent a picture of his hard cock. It was dark and uncut, erupting from a bush of thick black pubes. He looked like a 1970s porn star and I loved it. I sent him my address. “I’ll be waiting for you ass up.” “Nice, I love a horny slut.” “Then you’ll love my hole ;)” “Yeah? Got a nice slutty cunt?” “Already loose and full of cum.” “Oh fuck yes! You ready now?” “Absolutely.” “On my way.” I didn’t bother getting dressed, I just lay on my bed pushing the plug in and out of my hole, in nothing but my jock. Maybe ten minutes later the buzzer rang and I let my next top in. Just before he knocked on the door I popped the plug from my hole and set it on the night stand. My hole felt massive and I could feel the air inside me for a moment. He knocked and I opened the door wide for him, revealing my caged cock straining against the pouch of the jock. He growled and pushed me inside, closing the door and pulling me into a kiss in one swift movement. He was a great kisser but that wasn’t why he was here; his hands had drifted to my shoulders and he pushed me to my knees. I undid his jeans and was happy to find he wasn’t wearing underwear. I pulled his already hard cock from his pants and swallowed it. His foreskin slid back on the head as I worked my mouth up and down his shaft. He kicked his shoes off, and pulled his shirt over his head. I looked up into his warm face. He had an alright body, what turned me on the most was his wide nipples, one of which was pierced, and his wide spread dark chest hair. I pulled his pants the rest of the way down and he stepped out of them without removing his cock from my mouth. Now naked he pulled me to my feet and dragged me into the bedroom. He pushed me onto the bed, I fell onto my back and my legs shot into the air. He got between my legs and made to rub my cock through the jock. His hand stopped when he felt the cage not a hard cock. A smile played across his face as he pulled the pouch of the jock to the side. “You are a fucking slut. You do this to yourself, or did someone lock you up?” “My,” I hesitated for a moment and then said with confidence, “My Sir locked me up.” “Fuck yes. Im gonna breed your cunt good pig. You like it when I call you pig and slut don’t you?” “Yes!” “Good. Now show me that pussy.” I pulled my knees to my chest and showed him my loose hole. “Fuck! Look at that swollen fucking cunt! Jesus.” He bent down and started licking at my ruined hole. His tongue slipped easily into my slit, lapping at all the cum that had been dumped inside of me over the past 24 hours. Slowly he added a finger, and then another, and then another. He rotated them around pulling at my already slack hole. “Shit as much as I want to work this loose cunt till it swallows my fucking fist I have to get to class soon.” “Come back after class,” I’d never even thought about having a fist inside of me before but now that he’d said it I wanted him to shove his hand inside me so bad, “I’ll be taking loads all day. Sir’s orders.” “Hell yes pig. I may just have to do that.” “But right now you should fill me up and add your load to Sir’s.” “Oh, you want my cock,” he said slapping his cock against my hole. “Yes Sir!” “Good,” he slammed his cock into me. I let out a long moan as he bottomed out. He took his time, starting out nice and slow and building up to hammering my hole as hard as he could. Sweat dripped down both of us. I knew that I stank of sex but he seemed to like it, occasionally licking my chest and pits as he pounded me. I was shouting, whimpering, and groaning as he dicked me down. “Breed me, please, breed me,” I begged. “You want my load?” “Yes!” “You want me to breed this hole?” “Yes!” “Then take my load you fucking slut!” He slammed into me so hard that he fell on top of me, our chests pressed together as he unloaded deep in my hole. He shuddered and lay on me for a long moment as his cock twitched in my guts. I wrapped my legs around him pulling him close and kissed him. “Jesus. That was amazing.” “Yes, it was.” “I wish I could spend all day using this hole,” he kissed me again, “but I have to get to class.” He pulled slowly out of my hole, careful not to let any cum spill out. “I’ll message you when I’m done. See if I can’t get my fist in you later.” “Yes, please!”

My name is Chris. A couple of weeks ago I was alone at home, bored and extremely horny. It was around 2am when I decided to open Grindr. The usual people were there, but I saw an unfamiliar face, a 19 years old twink, 5’9”, dirty blond hair and blue eyes. I decided to hit him up and he told me he was from another city, visiting his brother there and just for one more day in town. I noticed he was very shy so I decided to go slow with him. I told him I wanted to meet him and as he would leave next day it couldn’t wait. His brother was sleeping, he didn’t know the neighborhood, he didn’t want to fuck... a lot of excuses, but I kept insisting: I just want to meet you, it’s close, your brother does not need to know... Finally I convinced him to come to my house for a little while and meet face to face. Of course, that’s was not my intention. I am 30 years old, but I love fucking young twinks, so my dick started to get hard. When he arrived, he was much more handsome than in the pictures, and with a beautiful smile. I couldn’t let him leave without fucking him. I offered him a beer and we sat on the sofa to talk and drink. I gathered that he was not out of the closet and he had little experience because he hardly knew any gay man in the small town he lived: easy prey I put my hand in his tights and started to caress him. He stopped talking and just looked at me on the eyes. I kept caressing him, his tights, his chest, his face and then I pulled him close for a kiss. His lips were very soft and he was very passionate. I put my hand between his legs and went to caress his ass. He started moaning slowly in my mouth so I went and opened his jeans. At that moment, he stopped the kiss - We are going too fast, I need to go home - Relax, it’s fine, it’s fine, just kiss me a little longer We kept kissing. I could feel he was hard so I decided to go further. I put my hand inside his underwear and played a little with his dick, and then put a finger in his hole. He gasped and stopped the kiss again: “No no no, I didn’t come for that, I need to go”. I just grabbed him by the hair and kept kissing and fingering him. He was shocked for a few seconds, but then started moaning again and grabbed his cock to start masturbating. He was ready for the next step. I removed his pants and underwear and maneuvered to get myself between his legs. I then removed my clothes and started to play with my hard dick in his hole. My dick precums a lot so I was really lubing his hole. I went back to kissing him and started to put my dick in him, very slowly. When it was half way he asked to stop: - I don’t want to fuck, let’s just masturbate together - Come on dude. I’m so hard. It’s halfway in, just let me put it in completely. I need your ass - ... ok, just put it in, for a little while, but then we stop - Sure dude - I said as I put all my dick in. His ass was so damn tight and I could feel my precum going inside him. I took his dick and starting masturbating him while moving very slowly inside him - How does it feel dude? - It feels good - Do you like my dick in your ass? - ... - Tell me - I said while masturbating him faster - Do you like it? - ... yes - Can I fuck you harder? - Yes, please That was my cue to start pounding that ass hard. He was moaning a lot. He was loving it. I put him in doggy position and put my dick back in. It was a beautiful sight. My hard dick, wet with precum going raw and that young tight hole. I grabbed him by the hips and went even stronger, I wanted him to leave this room with his hole destroyed. His moans got faster and higher and he came on the sofa (I’d have to clean that, but it was worth it). I also started moaning, I was close. Then he spoke: - Don’t cum on me, please... I can’t go back home covered in cum - So where do you want me to cum? - ... I don’t know - I’m close, where do you want me to cum? - .... Cum inside me - You want me to cum inside you? - Yes - I didn’t hear you. Do you want me to breed your ass? - Yes - Ask me - Please cum in my ass - Again. Beg me to breed your ass whore - Please sir, breed my ass. I want your cum inside. I’m a whore and I need your cum inside! That got me over the edge. I bred his tight ass deep inside. I pumped him full of cum and then took my dick out - You can leave now He dressed without saying a word. While opening the door to leave, he looked me with a mix of passion and rage. - You are a cunt I never saw him again

Part 3 There really is such a thing as a person who was born to be used for sex. Before I had my Faggot, I had always assumed that if I wanted to sell someone's body, I'd have to coerce them and control them through violence. To wipe away a person's entire identity and turn them into an object for gratifying men isn't easy - there's a lot of planning and a wide variety of illegal tasks that need to happen. Faggot, however, was always a bad boy at heart. He had been living with me for only a week, and sometimes I almost find myself having a soft spot for the kid when I see how much he truly enjoys being a whore. Of course, I didn't want to go too crazy on the kid. The past 3 days he spent resting heavily, coming back out of his comedown, eating, working out, and working out some more. I had to keep the boy healthy and functional. Since he didn't have a phone or anything and I couldn't really leave him unattended for long, he accompanied me on a few drug runs. I put in some applications for him to become a stripper (unfortunately they rarely hired twinks) and a few part-time jobs at any adult theater, sex shop, or bathhouse in the area. I had to milk him for every cent I could make from him, keep him busy, and find him a job that would help him scope out new clients, clients that are willing to pay for sex. I was going to make sure he had some routine. The first 3 days he was with me, though, I was going to make sure he started his new life with a bang. Before we did anything crazy, I had to cover my bases. In order to make it seem like he ran away, I had him go home the first day to collect his possessions when his parents were away at work and leave a handwritten note while I waited in my van two blocks down. I also had him withdraw everything from his savings account and pawn whatever he could from his possessions. The rest I burned in the trash. He had about enough to pay for some decent drug weight even after I pocketed some - it was all his to use, and it would definitely last him a while. Then I had him put on a hat and sunglasses in case we got spotted. Faggot was surprisingly eager, even getting excited to withdraw all his savings knowing what it was going towards. He just wanted to get all that stuff over with so we could go back to my place. As we drove in the van, we barely spoke. I made a point of talking to him only when necessary. The boy, however, was noisy as fuck. "I'm horny - what are you going to do to me - what if my parents catch us - I have to pee - when are we going to pick up the T..." 18 year-old twinks are like that. I either ignored him or offered one-word responses. He eventually quieted down, giving into the sexual tension. He couldn't keep his eyes off my bulging muscles, outlined by my extremely tight black wife-beater and skinny jeans. It's pretty much the only outfit I wear if I have to have clothes on. I parked the van halfway on the sidewalk because the street was too narrow to actually allow street parking. Faggot motioned to exit the car, and I pulled him back by his hair. I dragged his head next to my face so that my hot breath steamed up his cheek. "Listen, Faggot. I let you out on your own before because I couldn't be seen, but from now on, you do not exit the vehicle until I open the door for you. Don't worry. You won't forget, because the next time you ride in this van, you'll be in the back and I'll have you handcuffed with your leash tied to my head cushion. You won't be able to leave until I remove your restraints. If you make any attempt to escape, you won't get far, and when I catch you, you're gonna wish you were dead. You understand?" "Y-yes, sir," he said, trembling. "I won't try to run." I hopped out of the vehicle and went over to the passenger's side, and opened the door. I looked around, then beckoned him out. The second we walked through the door, I back-handed him with all my strength. He emitted a high-pitched yelp as the force of my slap knocked him to the ground. I stepped on him so that he couldn't get up, then menacingly, I growled, "The next time we take a ride, you shut the fuck up or I'll duct tape your mouth." I relished in the fear and surprise on his face. He was now afraid of me. I released my foot. Then in one sweeping motion, I pulled him to his feet by his tight little shirt, shoved him into the cave, undressed him save for his jockstrap, and chained him to the pipe before heading back out to unload the van of our haul, which included provisions as well as faves. Another obstacle I faced was actually finding clients to pay for him. With so many sluts out there fucking and getting fucked for free, it was hard to justify charging much for his body. Additionally, it was hard as hell advertising something you can't legally advertise. Thankfully I had enough power by word-of-mouth. My "business" afforded me a sizable network over the years. One of these connections was the owner of a Motel 6 outside of town, where I'd often stay for my deals. His name was Henry and was a rare latino manager who bought the motel from its previous ownership. I stayed there often mostly because it was one of the very few non-Indian-owned motels. While Indian managers are professional and mind their own business, they're often family-owned and would never engage in the debauchery of their room guests. Henry was different and is every bit a corrupt motherfucker as I am. Henry was older than me, actually, at 38, but with his shaven face, signature snapback, and rotation of T-shirts, jeans, and basketball shorts, he easily looked a decade younger. His arms, chest, sides, neck, and calves were covered in tattoos, and he wasn't as big as me, but standing at 5'11" and heavily toned, he definitely looked strong and somewhat intimidating. In exchange for some T and G, Henry always gave me a room on the house. He also had an under-the-table agreement with Officer Marino, an aggressive, 6'7", chiseled, no-nonsense cop with a buzzed head and muscles that even put mine to shame. The man looks like a human-sized hulk, and even his uniform, which is probably the largest size, can barely contain his humongous muscle. He had the most square jaw of anyone I'd ever seen and veins popping out of his neck. The man was never seen smiling. Marino loved his authority and wielded it like an asshole. He only had one problem: he had a serious sex addiction that he hides from his girlfriend and the rest of the force. Henry was happy to feed into that in order to ensure Marino kept any shady shit we did out of mind and out of sight. Prostitutes frequently stayed at the motel, and Henry could easily pick them out. He'd then notify Marino which rooms they were staying in, and he'd go in and threaten to arrest them unless they'd let him fuck them. He also paid Marino part of the proceeds from the women's room revenue and gave him a free room whenever he needed if he had a girl he wanted to fuck off-duty and needed a spot. Marino's girlfriend is a 21 year-old bombshell with daddy issues, always had her hair blown out, had huge fake tits that Marino paid for, and boasted an hourglass figure. She had obviously chosen the hyper-masculine 40 year-old Marino due to said daddy issues. According to Henry, Marino fucked her at least several times a day, but it wasn't enough to sustain his addiction, and he'd need to visit the motel an additional 3 or 4 times for a quick pump and dump. Marino worked the night shift (naturally), so he was off during the day. Perfect, since it was around 3PM, and Henry and Marino would happen to be my first clients for Faggot. Henry was excited as fuck when i told him about the boy and even offered to advertise my "escort agency" at his motel, especially if I was willing to do house calls at the motel. Of course, he had to try the product first. I'd let him try it on the house for helping me advertise. I had to bargain with Marino. A deeply closeted bisexual who picks up young twinks off grindr all the time to brutalize at the motel, Marino maintains that the boys are sluttier and free, and if he needs to get off and nothing is available, he'd settle for it. He reminded me that if I charged him, he'd come back and arrest me. I reminded him that we had plenty of dirt on him as well. More than enough for him to be discharged from the force. I promised him that this would be a better fuck than the average whore at the motel. He reluctantly agreed to pay me $25. Prompt as all hell, Marino showed up first at 3:25, 5 minutes before I told him to come. I had just finished shaving and douching Faggot, who now sat on the mattress in the cave waiting as I prepped his point. I open the door for Marino, who is also wearing a hat (backwards, of course) and sunglasses. His shirt was so tight around his chest, I couldn't even imagine how he got it on his body. Underneath, he wore baggy jeans and designer sneakers. I could smell Axe Cologne off of him as soon as I opened the door. We didn't greet each other, being two men with no kinship whatsoever. He unceremoniously popped his wallet open and handed me a 20 and a 5, and I led him to the cave. He stood at the door, just staring at Faggot. The blond boy, tan skin perfectly smooth and glistening from being coated in baby oil, looked up at him timidly with those bright blue eyes. Without acknowledging him, Marino started rubbing his crotch through his jeans. "Want some T?" I offered. "Can't. Drug test," he said tersely. "Ah...right. Viagra?" "Don't need it." All he did was undo his belt and unzip his jeans. No underwear underneath. A beautiful 8" tool with a giant head surfaced, and it was already hard as a rock. Marino is like me. He gets ridiculous boners from nothing, even if he came several times that day. He strode over to Faggot, slowly stroking his cock, looking down at him expectantly. He saw the leash that chained him to the pipe, and for the first time, I saw a smirk on his face. "Nice," he muttered under his breath. He ran a giant hand through Faggot's soft golden spikes. I pulled a ready point from the hot water cup. "You really gonna do that while I'm here?" Marino asked. He was being serious. "Actually," I said with an evil grin. "I was thinking you could help me. You're wearing a belt. Can we borrow it?" Marino hesitated, not knowing how to react. He looked at me, then looked at the boy, who was gazing wantonly at the point, scared that I wouldn't give it to him and also scared that I would. This was a new chapter for him. I wasn't going to make this the norm for him, but I decided that he should get a point for special occasions or as a treat. Today, he made me my first $25, which is almost nothing compared to each of the deliveries I made, but it was his christening. Marino surprised me by picking his belt up from the floor and tying it around Faggot's bicep. I walked over and sat on Faggot's side, found a good plump vein, and slid the needle in. He flinched just ever so slightly. I drew a flash of blood. "Does it hurt?" I asked. He shook his head. Then, I slowly plunged the contents of the syringe into his veins. Marino tried to mask his fascination, but he watched intently. As I pushed the plunger, he asked, "So what am I not allowed to do to him?" "Just don't seriously harm him," I offered. "If it goes too far, I'll stop you. But don't hold back." I pulled the point out, tossed it on the floor, swabbed him with alcohol, and raised Faggot's arm over his head. The boy's pupils became huge and went out of focus and out of sync. His eyes bulged as he coughed his whole chest away. I saw his jaw chatter even, and a whole shiver went through his body. It was a strange sight seeing such an archetypical tan, blond beauty cracked out of his whole mind. Before he could even fully recover, Marino had suddenly grabbed him by the throat and slapped him so hard across the face I was shocked a tooth didn't fly out given the man's sheer strength. "AHHOOW!" the boy managed to holler. He gasped, choking for breath, but before he could catch it, a man literally twice his size was over him, tossing him on his stomach and then pulling him up on all fours. I had coated Faggot's hole with vaseline and baby oil to prepare him. Almost fully clothed still, Marino covered Faggot's body almost completely with his, one arm grabbing him roughly by the face, the other hand groping him furiously, flicking his nipples, slapping and spanking him. From my view, I could only see his distressed and tweaked face and his legs splayed out in between Marino's jeans. Meanwhile, his dick was already pushing against his hole hard. I thought he was going to make Faggot gag on his dick, but he was so eager to fuck that he just skipped straight to it. Finally, the head popped in, and Faggot screamed so loudly and savagely you would've thought that Marino had been bludgeoning him with a hammer. Tears instantly brimmed in his eyes. Without skipping a beat, I unscrewed the poppers and put it to his nose, holding his nostrils for him. "Sniff as hard as you can," I commanded. "Daddy.... Daddy, it's too big," the boy feebly whimpered, snot and tears dripping from his face, but I ignored him and just kept making him whiff. Left, right, left, right, as deep as he can inhale. Marino had the courtesy to stay buried in him without moving, let his newly poppered-up hole start to relax and adjust to his dick. I then passed the poppers to Marino, who didn't decline this time. He felt like maybe it was a good time for it, and he took two decent whiffs before handing it off to me. As soon as he was done, he exploded into the most savage fucking I've ever seen. The giant hunk of brutal, merciless muscle pounded into the small boy as fast as a pogo stick, each impact so hard it made a thunderclap. "AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-URGHHGURHGH!" Faggot howled, his screams of surprise and momentary pain muffled by Marino's beefy fingers jamming down his throat. To think that this man was a sex addict was truly frightening. It was hard to even wrap my head around how many unfortunate twinks and whores he's devastated. I don't know how his girlfriend ever looks presentable the way he probably fucks her. This also marked the first time I ever saw Marino smile. A cold, sadistic smirk was plastered on his face as he fucked Faggot. He looked over at me sitting against the wall just watching, and his smirk widened to a grin. I grinned back. That's right. I wasn't going to stop him, and he realized that the delicate boy he's manhandling and fucking senseless is completely helpless and at his mercy. He loved making Faggot feel powerless, his hold on the boy so firm that he could barely even move his arms and legs. The room echoed with the sounds of Faggot's gagged and gargled screams and the loud SMACK SMACK SMACK of Marino's balls as he hammered without restraint. The more Faggot cried out, the more brutal Marino tried to be. At one point, the man raised his leg and stamped his boot down on Faggot's head, grinding his face into the mattress while he took his belt and lashed his ass, all the while fucking him like a rabbit. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFF!" Faggot tried to scream. One teary blue eye was barely visible, looking desperately around for help. "YEAAAHHA!" Marino responded, laughing as he tried to whip the boy even harder. "TAKE IT YOU STUPID, USELESS FAGGOT!" I approached, crouching down by the boy so that i could whisper in his ear. "Now you know what it means to be my whore, boy. Not even the police are going to be here to help you. This man is a cop and is gonna make sure no one stops me from selling you. This is just the beginning." Marino suddenly pulled out, causing Faggot to cry out in surprise as his giant dickhead popped out of his tight hole. He stepped off of his face, grabbed him by his leash, and yanked him roughly back, choking the boy. "This isn't enough for this faggot," Marino said, again in all seriousness. "You're right," I agreed. I whipped out my own cock, which was already hard from watching Marino use him. I looked down at the boy, who looked back up at me in tears of disbelief. He was so spun he was sweating profusely from the unbelievably overwhelming sex, and his eyes looked glassy from shock and dizziness. It was clear the point and the poppers made him lose control of his senses, and his body didn't even know how to react to the sudden onslought on his cunt. His hair was in disarray, being pulled in different directions by Marino and dripping beads of sweat onto his face. I harshly spit on him, smacking him across the nose and cheek. Faggot whimpered. Marino roughly shoved his sausage fingers into Faggot's mouth and pried it wide open. I then shoved my dick in, causing him to gag. I pulled out, drool and splutter flying everywhere. Then I thrust back in while Marino pushed his head onto my dick. Faggot gagged to the point of almost throwing up, but he had nothing to hurl. Hand still firmly clutching him by the hair, Marino got on his knees behind Faggot and slid right into his open pussy. A feeble gargled scream erupted from Faggot, drool bubbling and foaming at the corners of his mouth around my cock. He looked so sexy, his bright blue eyes all begging and tweaked out with a cock in his mouth and a giant man fucking him so hard from behind his little feet bounced on the mattress. The mattress springs screeched from the fucking. While it felt like an eternity for the boy, it had only been 25 total minutes of fucking before Marino pulled out and shoved into him with purpose, his body trembling. "Ahhh," he sighed with relief, relishing the heavenly feeling of his orgasm as it squirted inside Faggot, eliciting one final whimper. Then the room fell to a peaceful silent. When he pulled out, a splash of thick white cum oozed out, dripping down Faggot's taint and balls. The man was fertile as fuck to have cum that much when I know he's already came several times that day. Without a word, Marino zipped his fly, put his belt back on, and left, leaving the boy hardly recognizable from when he first came through the door. I looked down at Faggot, who was limp, and was surprised to see a satisfied smile form around on the boy's face, which went from anguished and tortured to grateful in seconds. "That was... Fuckk... Ermem... More. I like him," he slurred in his boyish squeak, still fucked up and his mouth barely functional from all the gagging and cock-sucking. I grabbed one ankle and spread his legs wide open. I spit on his used cunt and slid my iron-hard cock right in to the hilt, as deep as I can until I was sure it was fully buried. "Agghh!" he cried from surprise, and I grinned to myself as I saw the wasted little angel gasp with pleasure and a hint of pain. I decided I was going to fuck him until Henry showed up so that he wouldn't get a break. I loved hearing him moan and scream from getting fucked, and I snickered to myself that it was going to become white noise to me soon with how much I'm gonna get this Faggot fucked. Determined to not let Marino outdo me fucking my own boy, I flipped him onto his back and tore his legs almost into a split apart. Then I plunged in as hard as I could, causing him to gasp and yelp. "Daddy's going to really ruin you today, you filthy whore," I said, spitting on him as I tugged hard on his leash, choking him. I punch fucked him, pulling all the way out and slamming back in. While I did that, I twisted his nipple with one hand while I slapped him repeatedly with the other. "YOU LIKE THAT, FAGGOT?" "Y-" SMACK! "I ASKED YOU IF YOU LIKE MY DICK RIPPING YOUR SLOPPY LITTLE CUNT, YOU WHORE!" I roared, smacking him with a backhand this time. "YES, S-" SMACK! Everytime he opened his mouth, I smacked him. Seeing his boyish face tattered and red from my palm while his legs and feet flailed wildly around me as I pounded him turned me on even more. I was so aroused my dick went into overdrive and I knew right away I was close. "ARRR, FUCK BOY! I'M GONNA NUT IN YOU!" I bellowed. I grabbed his shoulders to shove him even further into me as I felt it come up, warm and sensitive, and then erupt for 10 seconds straight, ropes and ropes of cum inside his breeding hole. Part 4 coming soon

5. My phone buzzed just as I got to the street: “Good job boy, you’ve made me very proud,” the text read, “You passed the test. Go home, get a good night sleep.” “Thank you Sir,” I responded quickly “Do you work tomorrow boy?” “Yes Sir, all day.” “Not any more, you’ll call in in the morning. I’ll send you more instructions tomorrow.” I went home, stripped off and climbed into bed. I stunk of sweat and cum, which only made me hornier. My cock strained against the cage for release, but without the key I couldn’t do anything. I tried to sleep, but I was just too horny. I started to pull the plug out of my hole slowly, feeling the base bust past my ring loosening my already abused pussy. I couldn’t get over the wet slick feeling of my used-up hole. In a day I had gone from a condoms only mostly oral bottom to a pig, a faggot, a whore cunt. I slammed my hole harder and harder. I grabbed my phone and took a video as I fucked my cunt with the massive plug. Watching it, the plug buried deep inside me, made my cock drip precum. I was in shock. My hole was swollen and puffy, my pussy lips wide and fat spread easily around the plug as it slammed in to the base and then tore back out again, cum frothing out of me the whole time. I pulled out my computer and started looking at porn, rougher porn that I had ever looked at before. I was watching boys getting fisted, taking loads from men while blind folded, getting gangbanged. I watched a video of a boy taking a dildo so deep that you could see it pressing out of his stomach. My cock was dripping constantly, most of the time I say with the plug lodged deep inside me but occasionally I would rip it out and slam it back in just to keep my cunt loose. Eventually I feel asleep, and woke up groggy and stiff when my alarm went off. I called into my shitty retail job pretending to be sick. My boss didn’t seem too convinced, but I didn’t care. Then I waited. My hole had tightened up a little as I slept and the plug was lodged deep inside me. I tugged against it, my hole was tender but it quickly relaxed opening back up. With a plop the plug came out of my cunt, and I moaned. I pushed it back in as my cock dripped out of the cage. After an hour of looking at more porn and working my hole back to its gaped destruction from the night before Sir texted me. “Come over now boy. I need to blow my load before work." “On my way!” “Remember boy, no showers till I tell you. And wear a jock, if you don’t own one wear nothing.” “Yes Sir!” I basically sprinted out of the door, in a pair of basketball shorts, a t-shirt, and a white bike jock that barely hid the cage on my cock. Sir answered his door completely naked and already hard. He pulled me into his apartment, and, grabbing me behind my neck. he roughly spun me around and pulled my short down. Right there in the entry of his apartment he pulled the plug from my hole and stuffed his cock inside of me with not even a drop of spit. I groaned. My hole was so wet and slack from all the abuse it had taken that I took him without any pain. I spammed my cock back against his cock, hungry for his load. “Good boy, take that fucking cock. Daddy’s gonna fill you up with a big load to start your day.” “Yes, please Sir!” I slammed back even harder. He grabbed my hips and hammered into my pussy even harder. “Take this fucking load boy.” With a deep growl, he began pumping deep inside my cunt. After a minute he pulled out, patted the back of my head, and then stuffed the plug back into my hole. “Pull your pants up slut. Now look at me.” I turned around, pulling my shorts back up. “Here’s what you’re gonna do now. You’re going to go home, and spend the day collecting loads,” he was looming close to me, his face inches from my face, “You will get fucked by ANYONE who offers to load you up. Do you understand me so far?” “Yes Sir.” My heart was pounding. “You will wear the jock you have on now the whole time, you will not try to make yourself cum. If you cum while someone is fucking you, you will eat your own load and film yourself doing it.” “Yes Sir.” “Now for your night I have something special planned. I’ll text you an address and a time. You will be prompt. You will be plugged. And you will be prepared to do anything I ask of you. Your arrival is expression of your consent that I may take control of you. Do you understand?” “Yes Sir.” “Good. Now, get the fuck out of my house.”

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 96 - Time To Put Out “Fuck!” yelled out Kyle as he walked in the door. “What?” asked Joe. “That fucker Luke. He says he’s chasing and we met up again. Sucked me at the book store and then put his ass up to the glory hole. I got 2 strokes into his neg hole and he bolted. I ended up blowing my load down some old guy’s throat” growled Kyle. “What’s that? The third time he’s taken off before you got to really fuck him? Give up on him. There’s lots of other guys to fuck that aren’t as much trouble” Joe replied. “Yeah, I know. I thought I could finally breed that hot ass of his. It just fuckin’ pisses me off” Kyle said. “Smoke a bowl and chill. We can go over to the club tonight. Tony said he’s got a new addition to the play area he wants us to see. We can drink a bit, dance a bit and who knows, maybe you can take some hot guy home and fuck his brains out” Joe said. “Yeah, but what would you do?” Kyle said with a grin. A few hours later the guys headed over to the club and said “Hi” to Tony at the door. As he stamped their hands he said “Take a look in the play area we added a couple things you might like.” Their curiosity took over and rather than heading to the bar, they went straight to the mens room. They looked into the play area and Joe started laughing. Along one side of the area was a padded bench, with two levels - one for bottoms to kneel on and one to rest their chest or hands on while getting fucked. “That’s fuckin’ perfect” Kyle said. Joe looked around saying to Kyle “Tony said a couple things were in here… Holy Shit! Look at that.” In the corner were a pair of leather cuffs attached to a steel cable that was anchored to the wall about six feet off the floor. Next to them was a sign with two rotating disks and the number “4” between them. You could turn the disk on the left to display either “-“, “+” or “?”. The disk on the right gave the choices of “-“, “+” or “Any.” “Wow, that’s pretty wild. Wonder how many guys have set it to ‘-‘ 4 ‘+’ yet?” Kyle asked. “I don’t know but I’d like to be there for the next one” Joe replied. They headed back to the bar area and grabbed a couple beers. They talked to people and danced a while, working up a good sweat. “Let’s take a break and get another beer” Joe said after spending over an hour on the dance floor. They stood in the corner drinking and talking when Kyle blurted out “Fuck! I don’t believe it.” “What?” Joe asked. “That asshole Luke is here” Kyle replied. “Where? Is he alone or with someone?” Joe asked. Kyle hid behind Joe, watching Luke to see where he went. He seemed to just wander around not looking for anyone in particular, just checking out the crowd. Kyle pointed Luke out and said “It looks like he’s by himself.” They kept their eyes on Luke, making sure that he didn’t see Kyle. They watched him order a drink then go back to the dance floor. He tried hitting on various guys but seemed to be striking out with every one of them. Joe watched as he walked off the dance floor and headed to the restroom. Joe set his beer down and followed him and Kyle kept twenty feet behind Joe. Luke went to the urinal and pulled his cock out and started to piss. Joe walked up to the urinal next to him and pulled out his cock, stroking it while looking over at Luke. He smiled as Luke looked at Joe and then down to Joe’s cock. “Nice meat, man” Luke said. Joe turned slightly to give Luke a better view as he kept stroking. “You got a nice ass. I bet it would feel good with my cock inside it” Joe said, grinning back at Luke. Luke was startled at Joe’s forwardness but quickly replied “Yeah it would.” Joe watched Luke finish pissing and stuffed his cock back into his shorts. “Follow me” Joe said as he walked back to the play area. Luke followed Joe eagerly. Joe was trying to decide what to do first. He let out a chuckle and walked over to the wall opposite the new fuck bench and pushed Luke’s back against it. With the wall trapping him, Joe then pushed Luke down to his knees and fished his cock back out. Without a word, Luke began sucking Joe’s cock to complete hardness. Joe started to fuck his throat but really wanted his ass. Once his cock was coated with spit, Joe pulled out and brought Luke back to his feet and spun him around before he whispered in his ear “I heard you like it raw.” “Uuuuuhhhh… Sometimes” Luke replied. “I never cover up and I got a really hot load I’m aching to plant inside a nice neg hole. You game?” Joe whispered. “Oh fuck…. Uhhhhh. I dunno…” Luke stammered out. Joe ground his cock against Luke’s ass. “Come on, I know you want it. I heard you even hooked up a couple of times to do it but chickened out at the last second.” Luke was fidgeting against the wall but not really trying to break free. Joe slowly moved closer to the corner, bringing Luke with him. “Uuuuhhhh, how do you know?” Joe chuckled and said “You know how guys talk? That’s how everyone knows Timmy over there likes his balls kicked and Zeke wears women’s panties. Just let me fuck you and you can roll the dice and see what happens. Just like with chicks, there’s no guarantee that you’ll get knocked up with the first one.” “Oh fuck… I dunno…” Luke said nervously. “Once its done, you never need to worry again, Luke” Joe said into his ear and shuffling him into the corner. “I want to… but… I’m scared” Luke whimpered. “No need to be scared. We all help each other out. Just tell me that you want it and we’ll get that pretty ass of yours all charged up” Joe said thrusting his hips against Luke’s shorts. “Oh fuck… fuck… yeah… breed me” Luke said quietly. “Tell me exactly what you want Luke, so I can hear it clearly” Joe said. Luke turned his face to Joe and said “Uh… fuck me full of your poz cum.” “That’s just what I wanted to hear. Now raise your left hand up…” Joe said as Kyle clicked the leather cuff around Luke’s wrist. “Wha…” Luke said. “Just making sure you don’t bolt again, Luke” Joe said lifting his right hand up and Kyle clicked the other cuff on and tightened it. Once they got the second cuff on and Joe reached around and dropped Luke’s shorts to the ground. Joe reached down and felt the bare skin of Luke’s ass, framed by the straps of his jockstrap. He picked up Luke’s leg and got it free of the shorts and spread his legs wider. Joe spit on his fingers and rubbed it into Luke’s tight hole. He moved to the side as Kyle started helping him get a little more spit into the hole. Joe leaned in and told Luke “My boyfriend wants first crack at your ass. He’s a great fuck. I get it next.” Kyle’s cock was out and hard and was pushing into Luke’s pussy seconds later. Joe looked up at the sign and rotated the left side to “-“ and then turned the right side to “Any.” Luke pulled against the cuffs, but the steel cable that connected them to the wall wasn’t going to give way. A few seconds later, a horn sounded that everyone could hear above the throbbing music and a yellow light started flashing on the ceiling. Kyle’s cock was buried deep inside Luke’s ass, just like earlier that day, but this time Luke wasn’t going to be able to run away. Kyle slowly started to fuck his cock in and out of Luke’s pussy. He didn’t really wait for Luke to open up and was pounding him with long, firm strokes in less than a minute. Luke started rambling “Oh fuck” over and over. Joe was watching Kyle fuck and noticed a few guys come in to the play area rubbing their crotches. The first one was Luis with a huge grin on his face. Joe backed away a bit and Luis walked up to him. “Yellow means neg for any, red means neg for poz” Luis said pointing at the flashing lights. A line formed and soon there were five other guys waiting their turn at Luke’s ass. Kyle was hammering away at Luke’s hole and he was savoring every second as his cock battered the walls of Luke’s colon. He fought off the tightness in his balls wanting to punish Luke for all of the times he had run off before Kyle could breed him. Eventually, the chants of “breed him” from the guys in line and his own desires took over and he slammed in and unleashed a spray of poisonous cum over the bruised tissue inside Luke’s guts. He pulled his cock out after the last spurts and Joe was slamming in moments later. Joe was just as ruthless and thrust his cock in and fucked Luke like he was possessed. The fast, hard strokes gave way to Joe pulling all the way out and jamming his cock in deep. Luke tried to straighten up and escape the savage drilling, but Joe grabbed his hips and pulled him back into position. He shoved back in and jackrabbited his hole for half a minute before his own demon seed flooded into Luke’s neg hole. Joe looked back and nodded at Luis before pulling his spent cock out. Luis pushed in and stretched Luke out even more with his fat uncut cock. Luis plowed his hole unmercifully and dumped a large toxic load into the boy’s hole. Guy after guy took turns fucking and breeding Luke’s hole, what dripped out left a puddle of cum coating Luke’s shorts and the floor. Joe and Kyle had walked back to the bar after the fourth guy had bred him and were rehydrating with more beer. Tony walked in and found Luke still locked to the wall over an hour later after the last guy had left him leaning against the corner. Tony walked up and shoved his cock in, drilling it for several minutes before pumping in his medicated but still viral cum inside. He zipped up, reset the sign and then unlocked Luke from the wall and walked away. Luke fell to the floor and sat in the corner staring blankly into the room. He was torn - it was the hottest fuck he had ever had but he also knew from comments some of the guys made that he probably was full of poz cum and he was scared. Several minutes later, he pulled on his shorts and shirt and walked out of the club back to his dorm room, smelling of the cum that covered his shorts and was dripping out of his wrecked hole.

On Saturday, I got a message from Louis that said “Sorry abt Wed. Didn’t mean to run off like that.” I replied “Sure you did. hope u got laid.” I really meant it. He needed some pussy to balance out the homo sex he had been having the past month. I respected that he needed both and hoped that he knew I was ok with it. I was happy to be the fuckbuddy. An hour later he replied “I did. u ok?” I sent back a reply telling him that I really was ok with it, and I expect him to fuck other people and he should expect I would too. It took a few hours, but he sent me back another message “Ryan, I hope you’re serious. This is very different than any relationship I have been in and I don’t want to screw it up.” I sent back a message “weather good tomorrow. Ride?” figuring it would be better to talk about ‘us’ face to face. He replied “??? ok. when?” I understood why he was confused, but I just replied “we can talk then. 9 am ur place.” I got to his place at 9am and we took off. We didn’t really say anything when we stopped. We were out in the sticks and I saw the sign I was looking for. I slowed and we pulled off into a little roadside park with a couple picnic tables. I turned off my bike and peeled off my leather jacked. It weighed a ton since it was full of sweat. I sat down at the picnic table and opened my bottle of warm water. I watched Louis sit down on the other side and he looked back at me with a worried look. “Louis, we need to talk. You said you didn’t want a gay relationship and then we went back to fucking again. I truly don’t have a problem with you fucking women or even other men. This is what a fuck buddy relationship is. No strings, no expectations. If you want to fuck with me, we do it. Otherwise we find someone else. Have you ever had casual sex besides when you and I fucked?” He looked even more confused. “Uh, not really. That girl in the bar was the first. I’m not even sure what to call what we did” he said. “Dude, that IS casual sex. Fucking with no commitments. She and I have been your sole casual sex partners. It’s just sex. We may care about each other, but there’s no expectation that we are committing to each other as a couple. We’re just friends who like to fuck. Did you have fun with her?” I asked. “Yeah, I did. She was a lot wilder than any other woman I’ve been with. She loved it when I got rough. Not as rough as we’ve gotten, but close. We fucked almost all night” he replied. “You gonna see here again?” I asked, knowing what the answer was probably going to be. “Nah, unless we meet in the bar again. I didn’t even get her number” Louis said with a laugh. There was a pause and he asked “Did you hookup with anyone that night?” “Not really. Just a blowjob in the john. He’s blown me a few times but that’s as far as we’ve gone” I said. I kind of thought he was fishing to see if I had hooked up with one or both of his work buddies so I added “I left your buddies playing pool after the blowjob and then I went home.” I saw him staring at me and was wondering what was going through his mind. “Why do I get hard when I look at you?” Louis asked. “Well, it’s like Pavlov’s dogs. Almost every time we get together, we fuck. Now your body kind of expects it to happen. Is that a problem?” I asked with a devilish grin. “Not really. I love having sex with you” Louis replied. “Good, cuz I feel the same. Follow me” I told him. We left our jackets on the table and headed to the grove of trees that surrounded the picnic area. I found the nearest decent sized tree and walked past it and turned around. I pushed Louis against the tree and kissed him roughly. My hand reached down and I felt his stiff cock through his jeans and then groped his balls too. “Someone’s horny” I said, breaking the kiss and pulling his sweat soaked tank top off. I rubbed my hands over his sweaty chest hair down to his belt. I unbuckled it and unzipped his jeans, pushing them down. I was bent over, sucking and biting on his nip pinning him back against the tree. I reached down to stroke his cock but found it was already as hard as a rock. I moved over to the other nipple and gave it a few flicks of my tongue and a quick nibble before I sunk to my knees, taking his cock into my mouth. I slowly sucked my way down until my face was pressed into his now untrimmed pubes. Squeezing my throat around the tip of his cock I heard him say “Oh fuuuuck. We’re not gonna do it here, are we?” I mumbled “Mmhmm” around his cock as I began to bob on it. I could feel his body twisting as he looked around to see if anyone could see us. A car zipped down the highway but I doubt they could see us in the woods. Knowing that Louis’s sex life had been pretty vanilla before he met me, I guessed that this was the first time he had ever had outdoor sex. I didn’t want him to waste his load down my throat so I unbuttoned my jeans and stood up, getting my face right next to his and said “Fuck me.” He looked startled but moved from the tree and behind me. I bent over and wrapped my hands on each side of the one foot diameter tree trunk. I heard Louis spit on his hand and rub it into my hole before he spat again right on it. I felt the tip of his cock push against my hole and then plowed inside. There wasn’t enough spit for him to slide in easily and it hurt, but I loved it. He pulled back and then drove steadily in again. Each time got easier between me stretching out and his precum soaking my pussy. Louis’ hands grasped my shoulders with each thumb on my neck before he started to pound me harder. We were both grunting and growling as he fucked faster. I could tell he wasn’t going to last long and I was right. He gave me a few hard thrusts and shoved in as deep as he could before I felt his cock swell, followed by pulses from his dick. I could feel his whole body shake as the orgasm ended and he pulled his still hard cock out of my ass. I stood up and turned to see him start to pull up his jeans. “Not so fast. Now it’s your turn” I told him. He looked surprised and a little worried. I laughed and said “Bend over and grab the tree” as I knelt behind him. I licked the sweat off of his empty balls, up the taint to his hole. His musk smelled amazing and made my cock even harder. I licked like a starving animal and pushed my tongue into the tight pucker. I spent several minutes feasting on Louis’ ass, feeling the hair brush across my tongue as I sucked up all of the sweat and getting his hole as slick as possible with my spit. My cock was aching to enjoy all the pleasures my tongue was getting. A long string of precum was connected between the piss slit and the grass below me. I stood up and kept his butt cheeks spread wide as my cock zeroed in on it’s target. He was tight, almost as tight as the first time I fucked him, but his hole seemed to be sucking my cock inside. As I bottomed out with my balls resting on his, I heard a car pass by on the highway. I waited until it was gone and knew it wasn’t pulling into the park before I rocked my hips and began to fuck Louis. I wasn’t as frantic as he was, this was a slow pleasurable fuck. I slowly built up speed listening to Louis moan and mutter. By now he had forgotten about getting caught and was completely zoned in on feeling my bare cock pumping in and out of him. He would give a quick squeeze occasionally, encouraging me to fill him with another load of cum, but I wanted to make this a nice long fuck. It was a beautiful sunny day with a gentle breeze blowing against my bare ass. I could feel Louis’ cum starting to leak out and it caused my balls to start to tighten up. I gave him a few more hard thrusts and then the spurts of cum started to flood his guts with my warm seed. It was one of the biggest loads I had shot in a long time, helped no doubt by hearing Louis beg for it. I stepped back, catching my breath and Louis pulled away from the tree. He kneeled down in front of me and licked my softening cock. He would lick and then lean back before going back and licking more of my cum covered cock. After six or seven laps of his tongue, he swallowed my stiffening cock. My body shuddered as his lips and tongue brushed over the sensitive head of my cock. He took me all in, holding my ass with his hands. He slowly pulled back and looked up at me with bits of cum in his beard. Louis stood up and pulled his jeans up, buckling his belt and picking his shirt up off the ground and putting it back on. As I was pulling my jeans up I heard a twig break nearby and looked to see a young farmer about our age standing there with his cock in his hand. “Fuck that was so hot. I hope you guys come back sometime and let me join in” he said. I saw Louis turn bright red but I smiled back at the guy. “Sure, I bet that would be fun” I replied and started to walk back to the picnic table. As Louis and I put our jackets on, the farmer came up and said “Let me give you my number.” I handed him my phone and watched as he added a contact ‘Farmer Ben’. I took my phone back and stuffed it back in my jacket. “I’m serious. I’d love to hookup with you guys some time. I don’t get much action around here” Ben said. “I’ll give you a yell next time we’re out this way. Later” I replied as I headed back to my bike, Louis a few steps behind me. I put my gloves and helmet on and pressed the starter. I nodded back to Ben as I made a u-turn and headed back to the highway, wondering how much Ben saw.

Joining the Gang by RawNerd » Wed Jul 27, 2011 11:54 am Joining the Gang My family had just moved and I was forced to leave my friends behind, especially my girlfriend. We had been dating since before starting high school. She was really cute and everyone said that we made a great couple. I was 5’10” tall with a lean runners build weighing 145 pounds with blond hair and green eyes. She was 5’6”, with a tight gymnast body weighing about 100 pounds with red hair and eyes. We lost our virginity to each other when we were 15 after our freshman year. The sex was incredible and I never found the need to jerk off, that is, until we moved and I was separated from her by a couple thousand miles. We had just gotten settled and I put on my rollerblades and set out to explore this dinky little town we moved to. My parents told me that they had a skate park here and I set out to find it. After negotiating the small streets I found the skate park and noticed a group of guys skating and having fun. I figured it was time to meet some new friends. I started to skate around when a couple of the guys came over to talk to me. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” This big guy said. I was guessing he was about 6’1” or 6’2”, no more than 150 pounds. Kind of like a stick if you ask me. “If you want to skate here you’re gonna have to join our gang.” These delinquents are a gang? That was a surprise for such a dinky little town like this. I grew up in the big city and these guys didn’t seem like a gang to me. I felt I could handle myself and figures why not join them. “Sure I’ll join your gang.” The tall lanky guy seemed to be the leader and gave me an address and told me to meet them after sun down if I seriously had the balls to join them. I never backed down from anything in my life and these guys were no challenge. I skated home and just before dark I skated over to the address they gave me. It was a house at the end of the block. I skated up to the door and there was a sign that told me to go to the back door and go down the stair to the basement. I went around to the back door and kicked off my skates and headed down the stairs. The basement was dimly light and when I hit the bottom of the stairs I was grabbed and pushed to the floor. I felt ropes being placed around my wrists and ankles. I was dragged over to a wooden saw horse where my wrists and ankles were tied down. I then felt my shorts and t-shirt being cut away from my body leaving me in my boxers. I figured this was their little initiation to their gang. Then I saw the leader standing before me as he kicked his shorts off and shucked his shirt over his head. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and I had a good look at his cock as it began to stiffen. I felt something cool on my as the gang leader began to tell me what was going on. “I knew who you were the second I saw you at the skate park. You’re the son of our new church minister. We figured you’d be a good addition to our gang. My dad is the county sheriff, we have the son’s of the high school principal, both son’s of the mayor and few others.” Then I felt a needle stick in my arm and a rush up my arm into my throat. I coughed out really hard, felt my heart beating really fast as a loud ringing began in my ears. I thought ‘WOW! What did they just give me?’ I began to feel so horny but I could tell my cock was soft. The gang leader continued, “Are you liking what we just gave you? I had a feeling you would. It’s a gang initiation ritual I started it when we started this gang. Three of us are the founders, myself and the two brothers who are the sons of the mayor. When we added the son of the county sheriff we had our way to get stuff.” I then began to feel my boxers cut away and something cold and wet on my ass. The leader moved behind me and I felt something hard begin to push against my hole. As I felt my ass stretch open another gang member stepped up in front of me and stuck his hard cock in my face. I started to say ‘I’m not gay’ when the cock slipped between my lips. “You liking my cock in your hole? the gang leader asked me. All I could do was moan around the cock in my mouth. The guy fucking me began to pound away at my hole as the guy fucking my mouth was working his cock into my throat. “Are you ready to join us, be one of us?” I did my best to say yes as I felt the cock in my ass swell up spasm. As he unloaded in my ass he bent down to whisper in my ear, “Take my dirty cum.” After he withdrew his cock it was replaced by another. Shortly after that the cock in my mouth began to get harder. The guy fucking my face told me “You better swallow everything I gives you.” I felt the first shot of cum as it hit the back of my throat. I swallowed all I could and a little bit dribbled out of the corner of my mouth. He held his cock in my mouth as it softened and I continued to suck on it. Then I felt a warm liquid to slowly fill my mouth and drank it down. The second cock in my ass pounded in deep and then he shot his load deep inside me as someone whispered in my ear, “There’s a second dirty load for you.” I got fucked by every gang member and took at least 2 loads from each. After they were done with me my ropes were cut and I was let go. As I stood up I felt like a new man and was still very horny. One of the guys got on his knees and began to suck my dick. It felt amazing but I was still not hard. They had me sit down and relax as this guy kept his mouth working on my soft dick. His work began to pay off as my dick began to get hard. Soon I was rock hard and the guy sucking me turned around and pushed his ass against my hard cock. I slid right in and began to fuck away at his ass. In all the times I had sex with my girlfriend it never felt this good. I grabbed him by the waist and began to fuck him like I fucked my girlfriend, but this was much better. I never felt a pussy as tight as this guy’s ass. It took me a long time to cum and soon I felt that tingle in my balls I hadn’t felt since I fucked my girlfriend last. My orgasm was so strong when I shot I thought my cum would blast out this guys mouth. After I finished up everyone welcomed me into the gang. They said all that was left for me was to get a gang tattoo of a biohazard symbol on the small of my back. They had me sit down as one of the gang members was the son of the guy who owned the tattoo parlor in town. Part 2-The next Day After my initiation I was helped home by a couple of the fellow gang members. I was lucky my folks weren’t home when I got there. I went directly up stairs and into the bathroom. I recall having the need to take a dump, but when I sat down to take my shit, the only thing that came out was a white glob of goo mixed with some red tinge of blood. I took a hot shower and tried to lay down and get some sleep, but I remember feeling very alert and ‘wired’ that I was up most of the night. The next morning I heard my dad leave for work as I drifted off to sleep. I woke later as my mom stuck her head in my room to say “I’m going down to the church to help your father. I should be home around dinner. Are you feeling ok?” “Yeah, I think I over did it at the skate park yesterday. I think I’m just gona lay around today and relax.” “OK, but call me at the church if you need anything.” “Yes mom.” I laid my head back down as I relived what had happened to me the night before. It was strange, but my thought was I experienced what a chick must feel when she sucks cock and is getting fucked. I heard my mom begin to head out the door. I vaguely heard voices down stair and I was trying to figure our who my mother was talking to when I heard the front door close and the sound of someone coming back up the stairs. I figured my mother called my dad and decided to stay home and take care of me when my door opened up and it was a couple of my gang friends. One of them asked me, “You doing ok?” “I’m getting along. I didn’t get t sleep till early this morning and been laying here dozing in and out of sleep.” “Well we got something that will pick you up and get ya moving.” They came over to me in bed and for the first time I was able to watch as they gave me some sort of shot that they said ‘will pick me up and get me moving.’ One guy swabbed my arm with alcohol as the other put a tight piece of rubber tubing around my arm. I watched as the needle was stuck into my vein, a little blood trickled into the clear fluid and then they pushed it all into my arm. When the tubing was removed from my arm I felt a small rush and coughed a bit. Then I felt like a new man with energy and was rather horny too. My fellow gang members noticed I was naked in bed. They dropped their shorts and climbed in with me. This was different then the brutal fuck I received the night before. We made out, kissed, and caressed each other. This was the first time I ever kissed another guy and I was liking it. Then we positioned ourselves in a circle so that we each could suck a cock as our got sucked. Since I was new to the gang it was my responsibility to ‘serve as the bitch.’ I figured this meant to suck and get fucked by both of them. One of my gang buds laid down on his back with his hard cock pointing to the ceiling. I was told “Lube your ass bro and sit it down on my fuck stick.” I grabbed the vaseline I keep in my night stand and greased up my hole. I positioned myself over his cock and slid down to the base. I was expecting the other gang bud to come around in front of me so I could suck his dick, but instead I was pulled down so I could kiss the guy inside me. I heard from behind me, “Damn bro your looking good on that cock” as I felt a hand on my back. I wasn’t sure what was going on when he pushed down and I felt his dick begin to join the other inside me. My well stretched hole was being forced open more. I squealed some in pain as something was held under my nose. I was told to breathe in deeply and hold my breath for a few seconds. I next felt an intense rush of pleasure through my body as the second cock bottomed out balls deep in me. Both guys fucked me as hard as they could and as deep as they could till I felt each one tense up and shot his cum inside me. They each were sure to let me know as they bred my ass telling me that they gave me more toxic cum for my already infected cunt. They pulled out of my well stretch hole and we got dressed. The guys just had me throw on some baggy shorts and a t-shirt like they had on and we headed down stairs where they made me eat something even though I didn’t feel hungry. We threw our roller blades on and headed towards the skate park. On our way over to the skate park we stopped at the local 7-Eleven and picked up some water to drink through the day. We got a dozen bottles and went t meet the rest of the gang. Once we got there we opened up all the water bottles and I watched as a small bottle was pulled out of a bag and a little bit was poured into each water bottle with more poured into the last bottle which I was handed and told to drink it slowly. We skated around most of the day and worked our way through the water. One by one we each removed our shirt as we got hotter and began to sweat from skating. As we skated around I noticed that guy’s shorts were sagging enough to allow me to see that every guy seemed to have the same tattoo on the small of his back. Then I began to recall something from the night before, I almost forgot about getting a tattoo on the small of my back. As I drank my water I began to feel a little light headed, warm and horny. I guess the guys noticed the effect it was having on me and a couple of them pulled me into the bushes. Once we were well hidden in the thick brush I was pushed to my knees. One of my gang buddies stood before me and looked down at me. “Are you ready to learn how to suck cock and swallow my cum?” I recall having a cock shoved in my mouth as the night’s festivities began but I never really sucked on it; it was more like the guy fucked my mouth. Now I was going to have to knowingly give a blow job. He stepped up to me; his hard cock pointing its way to my mouth. I knew what was expected of me and opened up with out a fight. His cock slid right in and I began to suck cock (not like I really knew what I was doing). I must have been doing something right cause the guy I was sucking put his hand on my head and began to run his fingers through my hair. He began to softly moan as I felt his cock begin to thicken in my mouth. He looked down at me and reminded me, “You are to swallow all of our cum today.” It was shortly after that I felt the first blast of his cum in my mouth. I tried to swallow, but he was cumming so much I waited till he was doing firing before I swallowed it down. I licked his cock clean as he asked me to “Show me your mouth, I want to make sure you swallowed it all.” I opened my mouth as he pulled up his shorts and the next gang member stepped up. It went on like this all afternoon. One by one I sucked of each gang member before we headed over the house we were at last night. I learned that the gang was able to secure the house since one of the gang member’s mother was a realtor and his father was the president of the bank. Part 3-Church The gang got this house when it went into foreclosure and the bank took possession. It became their hangout and place to do whatever they wanted. We ordered some pizza and hang out playing Playstation 3. I’ve never been that good at video games and when it came to my turn to play I tried to pass to someone else who would do better than I would and would probably enjoy it better than myself. “You’re gona play bitch. Tell ya what, you win you get to fuck anyone in the gang.” “And if I lose?” “If you lose you’ll pay with your ass.” I knew I had no choice and I did my best and ended up losing (as I kind of knew I would). I put the controller down, stood up and dropped my shorts. I was led over to a corner of the living room where I was told to get on my hands and knees. Then with little lube I felt a hard cock at my ass as it pushed its way inside me. A moan escaped my lips as the cock bottomed out inside my well abused ass. This was to be a brutal fuck since very little lube was used. I felt the friction as he pulled out and pushed back in. He had a tight grip on my waist as he began to pound me without mercy. I could hear his breathing begin to get heavy when he slammed in hard and unloaded deep inside me. He fucked me for a few more minutes with his cum acting as lube before he pulled out with a loud pop. Before I could get off the ground another gang member slipped inside me. I was thankful for the generous load of cum that was already deposited inside my ass acting as lube. This fuck didn’t seem to last as long as the one before it when I felt the guy slam balls deep in me and unload. This went until it was dark out. It had to be close to 8:30 on a Saturday night. I had to be at church in the morning when the leader stood up and announced that we better be getting home since we have church in the morning. I never figured these guys as church goers. We all headed out and headed home. I was walked home by the 2 gang members who came and got me this morning. They could tell I was ready to crash. We got to my house and they came in to meet my father since they had already met my mother that morning. I was surprised that they acted like perfect gentlemen. With everything we do through the day they really acted normal. We went up to my room. I was so ready to crash when they told me to meet them outside the church in the morning. We said goodbye and they headed out. I think I was out the second I laid my head down. When I woke in the morning I jumped in the shower and got myself ready for church. I knew this was a big day for my dad since it was his first sermon. When we arrived at the church I met some of the guys outside. I introduced them to my dad before he headed inside to get ready. “I didn’t expect to see any of you guys here this early.” “We figured you’d have to be here early with your dad. Have you been to the church before today?” “Only a couple times and I’ve only seen the chapel and my dad’s office.” “Why don’t you let us show you around.” I followed them around until we were in a part of the church that appeared to be hardly used where we could be alone. One we were there I was asked, “You look like you’re dragging a bit?” “Yea, I could’ve used a little more sleep.” “We got a little something, something to help you get through today.” One of them pulled out a needle and the other put the tubing on my arm. I felt the needle stick I was growing accustom to and was starting to like. I felt the rush and was perking up already. I wasn’t expecting what happened next when the third member of our little group undid my belt and my pants dropped to the floor. I was left in my boxers when I was reminded “We do not wear underwear!” I thought they were going to fuck me. I felt like I needed a cock in my hole, but they just told me to pull my pants back up and we went out in front of the church to wait for the rest of the guys. The guys came one by one with their parents. We all decided to sit together which was fine with my mom since I was making new friends. And the parents of these friends were the leaders of the community. After my father’s sermon there was a lunch social so that the church community. I met the parents of each of my gang brother. They were all clueless as to what their children were up to on a daily basis. As the social was ending our leader approached me to let me know, “Sunday is for our families; we expect to see you tomorrow at the skate park by noon.” We all went our separate ways with our families. We spent the day with a bar-b-que at home, just me and our parents. As the day worn on I felt my energy level dropping quickly and by the time we were done eating dinner I was ready to crash. I headed up to my room and into bed. I think I was out before my head hit the pillow.

Years ago, before getting into a relationship, I spent a lot of time on adam4adam and the craigslist hookup pages having some fun with guys near me. I mostly played safe, but sometimes the pig mood struck and went bareback. By the time I got into a relationship, I was still testing clean. One of these adam4adam finds was this young twink who was just discovering his love for being a cum pig. First time we met, he milked a load out of me while riding my cock in my car in a dark parking lot. I rarely top, but this twink knew how to work his ass! One of the times I went over to his place, he greeted me with a sloppy hole. It was my first time sliding in a well used hole, and it felt fucking amazing. I dumped a load in him and he was so horny and hard that he offered to breed me. I was game! He got behind me and I spread out my ass to get ready for his cock. He pushed his pre-cum soaked head against my hole, and I went hard again instantly. Right before he started to push in, he looked at the clock and jumped back. "Shit! My mom will be here any minute!! Sorry man, you gotta go". I wasn't about to be part of any drama, so I quickly dressed up and left before his mom arrived. Not long after our last hook up, I found myself dealing with some VD. I freaked out a bit at the time, and texted him to let him know about it. He replied and said that he had gotten so carried away taking loads, that he had gotten a lot of bugs, including HIV. He had just found out he was poz, but he was handling it well. I had started dating someone when this happened, but I got SO hard reading about his diagnosis, thinking that if he had bred me that day, he would have dumped a fully toxic load in me. I saved his number, just like I have always saved porn and dirty stories, to look at later. (To be continued)

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.

THE CORRUPTION CONTINUES CHAPTER ONE After the scene at the bistro, Pat’s relationship with his bitch wife was officially over. In an effort to end things quickly, he actually convinced the cunt to take the house (including the majority of the contents) and her shiny sports car as her settlement. No alimony to hold over his head for years to come, just a clean break. And trust me, she’s the kind of parasite who would milk him for alimony until the day he died. Pat continued to stay at the cheap motel he’d been checked into the night he came to me, even though we spent most of our free time together now. He blocked out all of his buddies who tried calling him to ask him, “What the fuck?” when they heard about his divorce. Not to mention the fact that his skank ex-wife felt no shame in spreading the word that he was a faggot now. Little did she know how bad that made her look. She could have had the sexiest man in town all her own, but she couldn’t keep him happy. In fact, I made sure that word spread that she practically pushed him into my arms. And bed. It took so little effort to let everyone know that she was a shrill, frigid, caustic shrew who knew less about pleasing a man than the butchest of diesel dykes. The other reason Pat insisted on keeping the motel room long-term is because he liked the seedy nature of it. We fucked there often, making sure that people walking past or in nearby rooms could hear two guys fucking like animals. He had gone from ‘so naive’ to ‘such a pig’, it made my head spin. And my heart flutter. Despite the motel room, he basically lived with me. All of his clothes were at my place. That’s really all he took away from his marriage. That and his truck. And all of his tools. He was a man who works with his hands and needs his tools to work. He didn’t want anything else from the house. His clothes, his truck, his tools, and his dignity. What more does a horny single hunk need? With no bickering, his divorce was final after a month. After that everything changed. Pat had really gotten to love having a pig at his disposal. I literally sucked his dick anywhere he wanted, and bent over for a fuck anywhere he needed. Basically any time we were in his truck, I was leaning over and sucking him off or slathering his balls. We fucked beside his truck in a packed parking lot, and only one guy walked past us and grunted, “Faggots” at us. He was smiling, though, so he wasn’t going to cause us any problems. He fucked me in public bathrooms, clothing store change rooms, adult book stores and bath houses, cruising parks. Anywhere and everywhere. I was a slut in HEAVEN. But with the finalization of his divorce, Pat took a turn for the darker. He had started paying more attention to the guys around us while we were pigging out. Mostly at the bath houses and book stores, he started to notice some of the men who he hadn’t seen fuck me yet. Well, actually, we’d been fucking so much that he hadn’t told me to take any other cocks since those first couple of meetings. Since we were more ‘together’ it’s just been us. Until he started looking around at other guys who seemed to want in on the action. The sick looking guys. Skinny, wasting, gaunt, with KS lesions. He started asking me questions about them one night as we lay in bed after a particularly satisfying fuck session. “They have AIDS, don’t they?” he asked me, his arms around me, holding me tight to his body while we spooned. “I’m sure some of them do,” I sighed. “Does it ever worry you? You’ve let me encourage you to take loads from a few strangers and I never once thought about what it could be doing to you.” We had already discussed we were both negative shortly after our first fuck session, so he had an idea of what we might be getting into. Although his concern was seriously sweet, it was also getting me royally horny again, and I couldn’t help but shove my ass back towards his cock, which I found, had begun to fill out once again while we talked. “I lived too much of my life worried about the consequences. And I never had any fun,” I told him. “That’s why I started going to the book stores and being a slut. I know enough to know that it isn’t a death sentence, and the guys I know who are infected fuck like you wouldn’t believe. I always felt like I was missing out.” “But those guys who are sick . . . they could die, right? So it still could be a death sentence,” he pointed out. “Yeah, but some men who have full-blown AIDS have let themselves get to that point. They love having the virus so powerful in their systems. It’s a high for a lot of guys.” I continued to rub my ass on his now-hard cock, hoping he’d take the hint. Pat reached around and grabbed hold of my own rock-hard throbbing dick, and he laughed. “Fuck, feels like you might love it, too. Are you seriously this turned on because we’re talking about AIDS?” “I guess I am,” I replied, reaching back and lining him up with my already-cum-sloppy hole until he started to sink back into me. I was surprised to feel Pat get even bigger and harder inside of me, and he growled sexily in my ear as he began to ram me harder from behind. Normally getting fucked on my side wasn’t my favorite position, but this was feeling damn good to me. Intimate. “Uh! It -feels like -uh! like you -uh! enjoy it too!” I managed to grunt out between his urgent thrusts. Pat’s grip around me got much tighter, as if he was trying to possess me, get as deep as he could into my greedy pig hole. “Fucking right,” he grunted. “Let’s do it.” “Do what?” I asked. I knew the answer, but I really wanted to hear him say the words. “Get AIDS. Ah, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” he roared, squeezing me to him as his balls drained their payload into me. After we came back down and got our breathing under control, I rolled over so we were face to face, kissed him, and then just stared into his beautiful eyes. Pat reached up and caressed the side of my face and smiled at me. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” “Get infected, you mean?” I asked, to which he nodded. “I always expected it to happen sooner or later, so I’m fine with it. I just wasn’t sure if it was something you would be okay with.” “It scares the fuck out of me, I’m not gonna lie. But....” He stopped and looked down towards his crotch and then back up at me and grinned. “I think that says it all.” I glanced down. His cock as throbbing hard once again. Clearly he liked the idea as much as I. “Okay, then. Looks like we have a consensus,” I laughed.

Hey everyone I'm new here. I'm a young European in Iraq. I made a post in another subforum but for somereason, it never worked. Anyway I am a lover of bareback - Sure I worry about infections and things like that but at the end of the day when you can feel the heat of a hot cock near your hole or you're bare cock is facing the hole of a tight dude there's nothing going to change your mind. One of the reasons I love it here is because no one even ever asks about condoms. I only fuck straight guys - No time for the gays here. I like to fuck young guys, many are married and only in their early 20's. I love being the first hole they've fucked if they're virgins and I love the feeling of cumming in someone you've convinced to try fucking. Guys here cum so fast, they're horny rabbits but they can cum many, many times even within minutes of each orgasm. I love it. Nothing like a hairy arab teen shooting a fuckton of cum inside my ass and feeling it drip out after...I love it. Just thought I'd share a bit about life here when all you hear about is ISIS

I have a very private cabin in the woods. There’s a long chain attached to a massive tree limb from which I hang a sling. It’s always hot getting fucked and bred in that sling; especially when the rain is falling hard.

Hosted a fuckathon for my birthday yesterday the 30th of April. Took 5 guys and 6 l loads in my pussy. But wanted more

All I hear from Jess is he wants to go off meds and PNP. From day one when he moved here, I said he would be on PrEP, but I know what he is going through as it was the same for me. Jess has been locked in chastity for seven months and has been as a cumdump. Thad says we should release him from chastity and let him fuck some holes. I went through school paying my tuition and other bills by being a Gay escort. The best money is by being a Top as I did that 90% of the time, even tho I love to bottom. When I graduated school and had a full-time job, I stop posting adds but I kept a list of customers of who was great to be with, I still see the great ones as I paying my brother bills as he lives with us. I have this customer Hank who is a bottom and pays very well, so I'm going to pimp out my brother for a 3-hour session with Hank. My brother gets to fuck and make a little money as I'm going to take 75% of what Jess is going to make. What I can't believe is I'm pimping out my brother for money. When we take Jess out of the cage and in a few minutes, he is hard as I give Jess the address and time to meet Hank. Jess is to give me a call when he arrives there and when he is leaving. I get the first call but after 3 1/2 hours no call. I know Hank since I turned 18 and he has always been reliable. 8-hours later I get a call from Jess that he is ok and Hank wanted him to stay longer. I look into my account I see the extra money Hank spent then he gives me a call. Hank says my brother dump six loads in his and the first one he thought Jess was pissing in him until he reaches back and sees it was cum. Jess walks in the door like he was working on the farm back home for 12 hours, exhausted he takes a shower and falls into bed. In the morning he is all bouncy and happy, and I can see through his briefs he has a hardon. I ask how he feels, and Jess says a little sore but happy. When he asks for the money, and he sees I'm taking 75% Jess asks why. Well, Hank is my customer and do you want to pay your bills? Jess laughs and says NO so be happy with what you have. We are still talking about going off meds, and PNP and Thad as he is going to PNP someplace sooner or later and that can be very dangerous to do. So let us do it as we know what to do as safe as you can do when you PNP. I say to Jess you have two choices, but you can only do one. You go off meds, and you have an excellent chance of you becoming POZ or you can PNP with poppers, Meth and GHB. I tell Jess I don't the answer now but by the end of the week. Jess is not happy as he is put back in chastity for now.

I love it when a guy gets really aroused and his cock gets harder inside me as we kiss x

Similar, I prefer kissing - feels more intimate, makes me relax and get into sex more - if I lose myself in the moment then it makes it all the more hot for me and the harder my cock gets - hopefully improving the sensations for the other person.

I'd like to tell you a little story. It's about something we've all heard about and many of us fear. It's about HIV. How I went about converting. Perhaps this is a little too abrupt for you, this blunt disclosure of my status. A lot of you get queasy discussing AIDS. If you are one of those, this story is not for you. My lover and I met about a year after I divorced my wife. I’d been browsing for a masseur. I’m not into paying for sex, but I’d been promoted to a new position and wanted a special celebration. I’ll bet you're saying, "His BF is a prostitute!" Well, I didn’t intend for him to become my Lover. We hit it off and I wanted to see him on a regular basis as a person, not a client. He agreed, long as I understood that he was a “working boy”, and there could be no expectations, other than for a mutual good time. The early days were interesting. He was always on the go, doing tricks, clients, friends, fuckbuddies, parties, etc. Get the picture? It wasn’t long till I wanted more of him to myself. I’d never had unsafe sex. Sure lots of straights and marrieds cruise the parks and bookstores, and get off on the sleaziness of cumming in any hole that presents itself. I did get off on sleazy, but never played unsafe. Until one night, that is. That night this sexy BF sat on my hard, bare dick. Maybe you can remember the first time you came bareback up someone's ass For me it was mind-blowing, since I’d never done it raw. And, incidentally, I’ve NEVER used a condom since—with him or anyone else. He was ecstatic as my seed pulsed into him. I don’t know how many times he’d been fucked since we’d met nine months before, but he was sure enamored of my jizz inundating his gut. It seems odd that I yielded so readily to unsafe sex, since I’d always been so careful with everyone else. He was blatantly promiscuous, and to me that spelled “high risk.” Sure enough, a week later I was diagnosed with genital herpes. My first thought was that I’d contracted it from him; but there was no way to tell, since herpes transmits so easily. I told him I’d have to lay off sex for a while. He got checked by his doc, and got a clean bill of health. Both our docs suggested an HIV test. We talked about what would happen if one of us came back poz. He seemed concerned, but not afraid. He knew the odds, considering how promiscuous he'd been. I wasn’t as unflappable as he, so it was great having him around to talk to. I figured we were getting pretty tight since we discussed so honestly and openly the hardest things to share. Death and disease are not your typical infatuation topics. That weekend we headed to Palm Springs. I got my results back the day before we left. His weren't due back for a week. I’d tested neg. As I walked out of the doctor's office, I breathed a huge sigh of relief—but things change, and today I feel much differently. Anyway, I was almost clear of herpes. I had been taking my meds regularly, and didn’t think I could infect him. Actually I was so horny to fuck him and cum in his ass, we didn't even check into our room. When we got to the Bed-and-Breakfast, we went skinny-dipping. But I had one thing in mind, and, damn, if we didn’t do it in the pool. That was hot! We had a wonderful weekend of laughter, love, and sex. The week after we returned we reminisced about our trip. For both of us, the pool was numero uno. For him it was doubly memorable. First there was a couple in the hot tub across from us who’d watched us fuck. So BF had a voyeuristic streak! I hadn’t been aware of that or them. The second was my BF’s fantasy that I might be giving him herpes or he might be giving me AIDS—his test results weren't back yet, remember? It is one thing for two guys having high-risk sex to consider the possibility (no, probability) that they might infect each other. It’s something else to eroticize about it. Disgusting? Absolutely. Sick? Positively. The only trouble was—that was my fantasy, too! We got so horny discussing AIDS that we simply had to fuck then and there. We raced to the bedroom so I could screw him and eat my cum out of his ass. After that we made a pact. If either of us tested poz, the one would pump the other full of contaminated jizz. If one of us became infected, he had a duty, obligation, to knock up the other. How many nights did I fantasize about breeding him! To do so would be a dream come true. As time went on, we fell deeply in love. Ours was always an “open” relationship that allowed third party trysts with whomever we wanted—but afterwards we always shared our dalliances. Our lives became intertwined, and when I bought a condo we moved in together. But we retained a sexual autonomy most relationships can’t stand. Our sex lives were especially full back then. We made glorious love together, augmented by adulterous flings. Maybe not so much on his part. His escort work had dwindled considerably. But I more than made up for everyone he didn’t do. It was during one of those dissolute affairs that I got nailed. I tested quarterly—not because I was scared of HIV—but because I wanted to know as soon as possible. I wanted it to happen. One morning I woke up in a night sweat and got tested the next day. I had sero-converted. Can you imagine what it's like to hide a smile when your Counselor tells you you’ve converted? I was neither sad nor angry. I was thrilled! It was a lunch time Thursday when the Counselor told me. I rushed back to the office to call BF. I couldn't wait to fulfill my part of the bargain. I got rock hard with an erection that could cut glass. I couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt to be carrying the Virus, with which I would soon infect my Lover. It gave me such an erotic high, I could barely function for the rest of the day. I couldn't wait to get home to impart “THE GIFT.” I leaked precum all afternoon, and took every opportunity to taste it with the knowledge that the BUG was present in that salty, slippery fluid. I knew BF would relish it on his tongue and lubing his tight hole. When I arrived home that afternoon, I was greeted with passionate hugs and kisses at the door. The Gift I had to share with him aroused us in the most magnetic way. We were so high with lust that we lost our appetites as our dinner conversation turned erotic. "I want my poison cum soaking in your ass all night. I've been thinking of nothing else ever since I found out. I need to breed you." "Knock me up. Make me join the Brotherhood. P-l-e-e-e-a-s-e!" Such were the sentiments we exchanged that weekend. We called in sick, so we wouldn't have to work on Friday. We spent the next three days doing it—in bed, the living room, the kitchen, bathroom and garage—everywhere—fucking and sucking. Barely a drop of poison jizz escaped us. I fucked him 13 times. And, in between, I sucked him, he fucked me, or I ate my noxious cum out of his ass. He was sore and I was worn out by Monday morning. Although he didn't get his test results for several months, I knew I’d pozzed him. I knew it with every drop of caustic cum he took. That weekend was 6 years ago. We frequently have poz and neg guys over for bareback sex, relishing each drop of toxic jizz we share. Do you believe in reinfection? We certainly do, and it gives us special pleasure when the poz loads we take rejuvenate the Bug in us, despite our meds. Perhaps we’re shooting for a Superstrain. I have not been ill with HIV-related complications. But BF was hospitalized once for loss of weight. He’s gained it back, though, and then some, and has been healthy ever since. We’ve never regretted THE DECISION. Our Conversions defined our lives and solidified our love. I still get hard reliving his. So we continue to share the BUG. But that’s a story for another time.

So... finally!... the conclusion: ---- PART 6: REVELATIONS — Ryan: Sunday Evening — The Bird of Prey was packed this evening, the mass of bodies pushing Ryan closer to Carl. He didn’t mind. The room was hot but this man… well, he was even hotter. Carl leaned again the wall and pulled Ryan’s shoulders against his chest. His lips tasted the sweat on Ryan’s neck. And his cock, held tight in his jeans, felt like a steel bar against Ryan’s ass. He knew what Carl wanted. And he wanted it just as much. But… Carl hand reached around and started unfastening Ryan’s jeans. Ryan tilted his head back, hoping to be heard over the crowd. “You are HIV negative, right.” There was a pause. “I never said I was negative, boy.” Just loud enough for Ryan to hear over the crowd. Ryan’s heart almost stopped. He turned around quickly to face the other man. “But you said… Carl leaned forward so Ryan could hear him. “We can’t hear each other here. Come back to my place and we can talk there.” The twink nodded and let Carl steer him out of the club. — Ryan: 30 Minutes later — “Ok. I get that I could have asked it better. But you must have known what I meant.” They were sitting on Carl’s sofa. Ryan felt sick to his stomach but, strangely, Carl’s arm around his shoulder made him feel better. “Of course. But I also knew you needed help to be the slut you were born to be. So I helped.” “But… “ “Shhhh.” Carl’s finger found Ryan’s lips. “See the problem here is you are letting the prejudices of your background influence your thinking. Tell me: did it feel good to be in a bar of horny men and having them use you? Cum in you?” “But… “ Ryan started to argue but the look in Carl’s eyes quieted him down. He sighed. “Yes. It felt good. I felt free.” “Because, deep down, you know what you are. What you are born to be.” “A slut.” Ryan whispered. “A slut.” Carl agreed. “A cum dump. And that means that, sooner or later, you are going to get the bug. Again, I’m just helping things along.” Ryan said nothing. Carl’s big arm felt so good around his shoulder. He could smell the faint hint of sweat coming from the man’s armpit. It smelt so good. He just wanted to bury his face in there and lick in clean. He had to admit that he had felt so good in the nightclub. It HAD felt SO right. And, really, hadn’t he already made his decision that night? He looked down at Carl’s crotch. Hard. Waiting. Ready. He reached out his hand to rest against that bulge. “So, are you going to let me fuck your ass again? With this big, black cock? With this POZ cock?” “Yes.” Ryan’s fingers began working the black man’s zipper. Freeing his cock. “Yes what, boy?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good boy.” — Jared: Monday Morning — Jared groaned as he woke. Every night, more dreams. Sucking. Getting Fucked. Begging for more. Back in the park toilet, or with Hal, or with Ryan, or with one of his professors, or some guy he had seen around campus. Every morning: waking with his white briefs filled with cum from his wet dreams. He hadn’t actually been back to the toilets since that one night. It was a sin. He wanted — needed — to confess, repeat, and be morally clean. But the dreams were so intense. So amazing… He climbed out of bed walked into the bathroom, pulling down and discarding his underwear as he went. With a contented sigh he let out his morning pee… … ow! Burning. Discomfort. He glanced down. The head of his penis was covered in some sort of fluid. Kind of yellow. 
No. No. No. No! NO! He had been so good for so long. It couldn’t be. One indiscretion he told himself. Just one. It wasn’t fair! He couldn’t have an STI. Couldn’t. — Jared: Wednesday Afternoon — Jared slouched on the examination room chair. He had known what they were going to tell him. A quick internet search had confirmed his fears. But it was confirmed: both gonorrhoea and chlamydia. And they wanted him to come back in a month or so for an HIV test. Strangely, all he could think about was hoping no one had seen him come in to this clinic either to get tested on Monday afternoon or back in today for results. If anyone he knew saw him here… well… he would just die. “So. You know there are questions we have to ask.” The young man across the table said with a patient and understanding half-smile. “Do you know where you may have been exposed and contracted the infection? Particularly sex without a condom.” Jared’s face flushed red. “Yes. Last Tuesday. I met someone… well. Not met. I was… um. I didn’t plan on it. Didn’t mean it to happen.” “It’s ok. Relax. Infections like these are very common in people your age. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of it.” The other man paused. “Last Tuesday you say? Well. Technically that is within the window for the result to show up. But only barely. Any other sexual partners before then?” “No. Only. …” Jared scowled. “There was one other guy. He was my first.” “We need to have him come in for testing as well. It sounds like it didn’t end well. If you want, we can give you a card to mail to him to let him know.” The thought of contacting Hal made Jared want to retch. No. He wouldn’t be doing that. — Friday evening — “… and this is Carl.” When Ryan had said he wanted to introduce him to “the man in his life”, Jared had not been sure what to expect. But, whatever Jared expected, it wasn’t Carl. He noticed the little details about Carl first: older — probably almost 30 — the beard, the muscular build, the chocolate skin. The second thing, almost immediately behind the first was the feeling of a quiet and assured authority in the way he carried himself. Like someone who was used to being obeyed. Jared admitted to himself that he felt a bit intimidated. “It’s nice to meet you.” He managed to say. Intimidating or not, Carl’s smile was friendly and genuine. “Great to meet you too. Ryan has told me a lot about you.” “Some of it good, I hope.” “Some of it good, yeah. Although…” Carl paused. “… he said you are still a virgin? And that you don’t drink? We may have to revoke your gay card if that’s true.” He said it with such a straight face that, for just a moment, Jared thought Carl was genuinely disappointed. Then they all laughed. “Well…. maybe not so much of a virgin anymore.” Ryan’s mouth dropped open. “What? Spill the gossip. What have you been hiding from me.” “I met a guy, one thing led to another.” Ryan looked like he was about to ask a million questions. “I’ll tell you about it some other time.” Jared said quickly. “It didn’t end well and I don’t want tonight to be about that.” Carl’s hand rested on his shoulder. “Men are pigs. All of us. Don’t let the assholes get you down. And, in the meanwhile, congratulations on getting to keep your gay card.” They all laughed again and Jared felt relieved that it was out in the open. — Jared: Six Weeks Later — Jared felt a bit sick when he walked back to the waiting room. The clinic wasn’t as busy today, the day he and Ryan had both come in for their HIV tests. They had called Ryan in first. He had been called in a few minutes later. Then, the wait. They had called Ryan back in for results first. Jared had been called in before Ryan returned. Ryan was there now, waiting for him. He looked a little pale but Jared couldn’t see the same fear in his friend’s eyes that he himself felt. Ryan looked up as he approached. Their eyes met. Understanding. Acceptance. No words were needed, but Ryan spoke anyway: “You too, huh?” Jared nodded. “Welcome to the club, I guess. Let’s go get a coffee and then I need to call Sir and tell him the news.” “I still don’t understand your relationship.” Jared whispered as they left. “But I’m a bit jealous of it right now.” “You’ve always been jealous.” Ryan whispered back with a quiet laugh. Yeah. Jared thought to himself. But now I’m not jealous of Carl getting you. I’m jealous of you having Carl. — Jared: That evening — It was dark now. The sun had gone down a couple hours again and Jared was still walking. He just didn’t feel like going home yet. Ryan hadn’t wanted to leave him but Jared had insisted. He just need time to think things through. No, he assured his friend, he wasn’t going to hurt himself. Yes, he had promised, he would call in the morning. Now what? That was the question he kept coming back to. He hadn’t been to Church in a month. He kept finding reasons not to go. Excuses really. He knew them for what they were. He should go back this Sunday he told himself. He missed the stability the Church had always provided but it seemed distant to him now. But he he hadn’t had sex again either. He wanted it. He dreamt about it. But he abstained. Part of repentance was not repeating the sin. So no more sex. Not since that night. In the park. The park. He looked around. He was in the park now. And there. Just ahead. The little building with the park toilet. His wandering feet had brought him here. Of all places. He should go. Go home and pray. But he didn’t. He opened the door and walked into the men’s toilet. The room smelled like man sex. Sweat. Cum. He filled his lungs with the heavy air like a drug. He entered the stall, locked it, and sat down on the toilet. He was just thinking, he told himself. This was a quiet place. As good as any. But there was the glory hole. He stared at it like he was looking into the maw of hell. He wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting there when someone else came in. They tried his stall and then entered the one next to it. He could see them, or at least the shadow of them, through the hole. He knew what was coming. There was no question about what the other man would do. Only about what he would do in return. And, yes, there it was. A cock coming through the hole. It was big and a bush of ginger pubic hair surrounded it. He could even make out a scorpion tattoo on the hip. Probably POZ then. Like him. His brain still struggled. And argued. But his body knew what to do. He had, after all, done this once before. He unfastened his jeans, let them fall. Pushed his underwear down. Turned his ass to the hole. Leaning forward to get the angle right. Rubbing his spit on his hole and on the cock. And, as he had done weeks ago, backing up onto this stranger’s cock. Letting it push inside him. The faceless stranger moaned in the next cubicle. “Fuck yeah, fag. Give me that ass.” Jared moaned back his own wordless reply. But words didn’t matter. He had made his decision about who and what he was. About what came next in his life. And he had no regrets.

I can feel my heart about to jump out of my chest as I check into the Courtyard in Chelsea. I am 27, in the best shape of my life at 6’1 210lbs all muscle. I am visiting Manhattan for the first time for work from small town Missoula MT. Tonight i am going to a bathhouse for the first time. I have messed around with a handful of guys but have always been too scared to do much more than JO and kiss. Tonight is the night i might try bottoming and definitely want to try topping. I can’t help but speed walk to my hotel room to get cleaned up. I google how to clean my ass. It seems my only option is to use the Smart water bottle in my room. 45 minutes later and a hole rubbed raw from the lip of the bottle, my ass is fresh and clean. The closest bathhouse is only an 8 minute walk. I don’t bother putting underwear on under my jeans, knowing i’ll be taking everything off in a few minutes anyways. I jam a few condoms in my pockets, and get on my way. Whatever transpires will be safe. I have heard of prep but don’t know anything about it, nor ever plan on having unsafe sex until i’m in a serious relationship. My goodness this place looks sketchy. The entrance is a dirty metal door with a dimly lit “Spa” sign above it. I go in the reception room. Behind the glass is a 40 something year old, 5’9 170 lb, white guy with a pretty handsome face, brown eyes, stubble, and looks like he’s pretty fit and hairy under his tight fitting white crew neck tshirt. I know he can sense my newness. He asks if I am a member. I simply say no. “room or locker” “umm” $15 or $35 “locker?” “okay $15, ID, phone, and any other valuables you want me to lock up and keep back here.” My hands tremble as i hand him my credit card and everything else. Here’s the key and towel. Locker 48. He buzzes me through the second metal door. It’s so dark and humid. It smells like a really dirty locker room and a heavily chlorinated jacuzzi. EDM music lightly plays through speakers in the ceiling. There is also the sounds of occasional light deep man groans and showers turning off and on. I see a few shadows walking away down a hallway. I find my way to the lockers, get fully undressed, wrap the towel around my waste, and lock the locker. As start aimlessly walking down a hallway I approach a shadowy figure. I can feel his stare. I don’t slow my walk but he reaches out to graze my stomach. He says “hey”. My eyes aren’t adjusted to the dark lighting yet. I squint and can see he’s a fit guy, about 50 years old, pretty fit at about 5’10 and 170lbs but not really my type. I don’t say anything and keep walking. He stands in the hall staring at me as I come to the first corner of the maze-like hallway. It’s a hairpin turn that opens to multiple paths with gloryholes. I stop and lean up against the wall. There is one guy about 5 feet in front of me hunched down giving head to a mystery guy on the other side oh the hole. I want to try that. My dick starts to twitch and fill with blood. Someone comes around the corner. It’s a fit 30 something year old latino guy. He’s about 5’8, muscular, and from what i can see a very handsome face. He slows nearly to a stop to check me out. My dick is now hard and throbbing. I reach down to pull it to the side in my towel and hold it. I can feel my towel getting wet from my precum. The latino sees me holding my dick, steps up to me and grabs my hand/dick and kisses my neck. I am startled by how assertive he is but also at ease. He’s sexy. He’s now full on licking my neck, jaw, and running his hands all over my body. My heart is pounding from the excitement. I can smell his spit and feel his heavy breath and wet tongue. I let go of my dick and his hand replaces mine. Both of my hands slide up his muscular hairy arms, slowly making their way to his built back. He’s very muscular. He licks his way to my lips and mouth. His other hand is now grabbing the back of my right leg. He’s scrunching up my towel to get a grip on my bare ass. His tongue enters my mouth. So big and wet. He pulls back and spits into my mouth. It’s shocking, no one has ever done that to me, but it’s so hot tasting his spit. I want this guys juices. All i can do is stand there, paralyzed as he takes complete control of my body. I rub the back of his thick neck with one hand while my other is grips his dick. It’s a solid 8” and uncut. I’ve never touched an uncut dick. Both of our towels fall to the floor. I have never been so naked, but his confidence and assertiveness makes me feel at ease. His dick is so slick with precum and the extra skin makes it easy to jack him. He’s found my hole with his right hand and fingers. His fingers are dry but he’s pushing hard and scratching his way inside. He reaches up to his mouth and spits in his hand, reaches down to his dick head, wipes off precum, and goes back to my hole to dig a bit more. It hurts but feels so good at the same time. He repeated his another time and adds precum from my dick also. No one has ever touched and invaded my hole like this. It feels amazing. His index finger is knuckle deep feeling around. He pulls out, grabs my waste, turns me around, pushes on the small of my back and pulls on my hips to bend me forward. I rest my forehead and hands against the wall. He kisses the back of my neck and starts to lick his way down to my ass. He loudly spits on my hole and buries his face and tongue in it. My head is spinning. Although my dick is untouched, it’s throbbing. I look to my sides. A few more shadowy figures have leaned up against the wall on both sides of us and are jerking, watching him eat my ass and probe with fingers. My mind jumps back to reality as I think about how unsafe it is for him to be inside me.. Spit is safe right? As long as he doesn’t try to fuck me raw. Fuck I forgot the condoms in my pants. I’ll have to go back and get them before any fucking. My mind races back to how good he feels on and in my hole. A shadow reaches over and grabs my throbbing dick. He spits in his hand and starts slowly jerking me. I grab his hard dick also. I realize he's the 50 year old. He has a decent 6” or so average thickness dick. I feel his precum leaking as I explore his dick and heavy balls. Im so turned on, I jerk him also. the 50 year old leans in and jams his tongue down my throat. His tongue is slimy but I still want his spit in my mouth also. I hear other guys to my right moaning and it sounds like one is getting head. I hear one growl “I’m gonna cum.. oh fuck yeah..” and his sucker moans. My latino’s right hand disappears from my ass cheek. The latino reaches over to the sucker and says “spit”. The latinos hand returns to my ass crack and wipes the suckers spit and i think shadowy figures cum on my crack and hole. Before I can think about it he jams his index and middle finger into my hole. Then a third finger. Then he wipes the liquid from my upper ass crack and seems like he's trying to jam it all in. My dick can’t help but throb. I feel my load building up. I am about to erupt. I moan “I’m close” the latino quickly stands up and presses his body against my back. He slides his fat precum wet dick into my loose slick hole with little resistance. What the fuck am i doing? I stand there in shock.. I try to push my waste forward to escape him bottoming out in my ass, but the latino pins me against the wall. He quickly thrusts three times balls deep and then stays balls deep in me. He grunts and breaths heavy on my neck. I feel him throbbing. He’s breeding me. I feel every pulse. My involuntarily flexes against his dick as if my body knows it wants to suck all of his cum out of his balls. He stays there pulsing. My dick cant hold it any more and erupts. The 50 year old continues to jerk me as I spray shot after shot on the wall and ground. About 15 seconds go by while the latino is pressed up against me and I’m pressed up against the wall. We catch our breath. He slowly slides out of my ass. He whispers “hot. thanks”.. I can’t find words to say anything back. He pulls away from my body. My hole is burning but cold and empty. I feel cum and liquid dripping down my thigh. The latino disappears down the hallway. The 50 year old takes his cum covered hand off my dick and licks his fingers. I bend down and grab my towel. I can’t believe it but my dick is still rock hard. I’m so turned on but so uneasy that I just got bred. I wipe my ass off and wrap my towel around my waist. I have to pull my still hard dick against my stomach. I turn my back to the wall again and lean up against it to regroup about what just happened.

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

Fraternity Initiation Adam was barely 18 and was starting his first year at an out of state university. He was the only one from his graduating class to be attending this university so he did not know anyone at the school when he arrived. The first person he met was his roommate, Jake Ryan. Adam spent a lot of time with his new roommate and friend. Adam learned that Jake was a member of a (not well known) local fraternity Pi Omicron Zeta, or as it was known on campus POZ. Jake invited Adam to meet his friends and fraternity brothers. As Adam spent more time with Jake and the guys in the frat, the more he liked them. He also noticed that all the guys were built somewhat like him. They were all tall, around 6 foot tall (Adam was 6’2”), thin and lean (Adam had a 28” waist), and were athletic (Adam played volleyball in high school). With how small the fraternity was, Adam learned that the frat only allowed 3 new members each semester. Adam liked the guys in the frat and he wanted to join. There were not that many guys being considered this month. Adam was one of 5 guys that were being recruited. There were parties and socials were the members of the frat were able to get to know the prospective members. The time came where the fraternity was to decide which 3 guys were to be invited to join POZ. It was a Friday when Adam was sitting at the desk in his dorm room when an envelope slid under the door. On the front of the envelope were the three Greek letters Pi Omicron Zeta. His heart was beating when he opened it up and he stated: “You have been cordially invited to join the brotherhood of Pi Omicron Zeta. You are to arrive at the house tonight at 8:00 pm. You are to wear only blue jeans, an old white t-shirt and tennis shoes (no underwear or socks are to be worn). If you are not there promptly at 8:00 pm this bid will be retracted.” Adam was thrilled. He looked down at his watch when he noticed that it was a little after 7 and he still needed to take a shower. He quickly showered and got ready. As he got dressed he thought about the instruction, “no underwear or socks are to be worn”. Adam was used to wearing shoes without socks, but he had never gone without underwear before, do this would be a first for him. Adam arrived at the POZ house a few minutes before 8. He walked up to the door and there was a note on the door that said “Enter”. Adam walked in to find another note placed on a chair with a blind fold, a glass of water and what looked like a formal document on a table next to the chair. This note instructed Adam to sit in the chair and put the blind fold on and drink the water down. The note also let him know that once he drank the water there was no turning back and to signify Adam’s willingness to join POZ he was to sign the document on the table next to the chair. Adam knew that fraternity initiations were secretive so it did not faze him to follow these instructions. He sat down and placed the blind fold on then drank the water. Adam was sitting there for a few minutes when he started to feel funny, like he was floating. Then…….. The next thing Adam knew he woke up still with his blind fold on. He suddenly realized that he was naked and couldn’t move. He felt as if he was restrained in some sort of hammock. He then heard a familiar voice of Reese, the frat president say “He’s awake, remove the blind fold.” Adam then saw that he was in deed naked and so was everyone else in the room. He was in a sling with his arms and ankles tied down to chains that were suspended from the ceiling. Adam had an idea that initiations were crazy, but was this more then he bargained for. Reese continued to speak, “Adam, you are to affirm your wish to be a member of Pi Omicron Zeta!” Adam responded “I do affirm I wish to be a member of Pi Omicron Zeta.” Adam didn’t think much of what was going on, until he felt something touching his ass. He felt something cool shove into the ass. Reese than instructed “Let the initiation begin.” Reese then stepped up to Adam in the sling. He was standing between Adam’s legs. Adam looked down and notices that Reese was stroking his cock as he looked directly into Adam’s eyes. Reese’s cock looked huge to him and he noticed that he had a very large PA in it with what looked like a stud on the end. Adam said “What the hell are you doing?” Reese looked into Adam’s eyes and just said “Relax pledge, enjoy.” Then Jake shoved a bottle under Adams nose and covered his mouth, “Breath in deep Adam, enjoy the feeling.” Adam had no choice but to breath in deep through his nose and take in the aroma from the poppers that were held under his nose. Within a short time Adam started to feel warm and felt his heart begin to race. What he didn’t know was that Reese had inserted some Crystal Meth in his ass and it was starting to take affect. Adam was starting to fly high, but still had a sense of what was going on around him. Reese then stepped up to Adam’s ass and aimed his 8” cock at Adam’s hole. He looked into Adam’s eyes as he penetrated into his ass. Reese said, “This weekend you offer POZ your ass as we offer you our gift, a gift we share with each other often we now give you.” The group repeated what Reese had just recited. Adam looked into Reese’s eyes as he realized that he was getting fucked by Reese. Reese looked down at him and whispered, “You will receive this gift from each member of the fraternity.” Adam was not sure what Reese meant by “This Gift”. Adam asked “What gift do you mean?” Reese looked deep into Adam’s eyes and said “The gift of HIV!” Adam was now flying higher then he had ever been in his life. He had smoke pot a few times but had never done anything else. Now Meth had him so high, he was starting to moan as Reese pounded away at his ass. Reese began to breathe deep and said, “Welcome to POZ” as he shot his poisoned seed deep in Adam’s gut. As Reese pulled his cock out he wiped his hand across it and held it up for all to see the blood that he had caused with his studded PA. He stepped away, the next POZ member stepped in. The fraternity vice president Aaron was quick to replace Reese’s cock with his own 7 inches deep in Adam’s ass. Aaron pounded away at Adam’s ass as Jake fed Adam more poppers. Adam was really moaning now and Aaron was getting ready to plant his seed deep in his hole. This went on all night long with each member of the fraternity taking his turn until the last member; Jake took his place at Adam’s hole. Jake told Adam, “You did good buddy, really good.” Jake began to slowly pump in and out of Adam’s well used ass. He took his time building up to the point of no return and said, “Now you will take your last seeding and shoot your last clean seed” as he then stroked Adam’s cock and brought him to climax. Adam was released from the sling and placed in a bedroom up stairs as the group prepared for the next initiation.

The making of a pig boy (Disclaimer: All characters are fictional, including the narrators. All resemblance of anyone alive or dead is purely coincidental. This story originated as a hobby for me to get over the writer's hump, so i guessed it worked. It is told from alternating perspectives: the narrator and the Daddy. Mild offensive themes and way too much expletives. and I hope you enjoy and maybe i will write more about this pig and his adventures.) Oh there will be typos. Lots and lots of typos. 1. I have been driving for two hours on a narrow 2 lane road somewhere in rural Arkansas, deep in hill country. The only light on the road are the dim headlights of my battered car. Occasionally i would be blinded by the light of trucks passing me, wheels jacked high and confederate flags flying from the back. An hour later, I finally arrived at the one-stoplight town of Creek. Although it is barely 11pm, the streets are almost completely deserted, save for the entrance of the bar where several men gathered, standing around in loose jeans and tank tops, sipping their beers and smoking in the night air. Across the street from the bar, i found the only motel in town. I paid the tired looking old woman behind the counter and walked across the cracked pavement to my dark and damp room. I pulled my phone and launched the secure messaging app. me: hey hickdad: you made it? me: yes hickdad: ok, do what i tell you to and i will be there in an hour me: ok, see you then. I logged off and unpacked my stuff: some clothes, some toys, lube, a blindfold, and a bottle of poppers. As i cleaned out and showered, i thought about how i ended up in a dingy hotel room in the middle of nowhere. Several months ago, i started chatting to a man named hickdad online. He claimed to be a rough top who love to breed young men like me. As we keep chatting, i found he shared my dirtiest and most perverted fantasies. I spent countless nights chatting with him, only calling him "sir" as he tells me how he would round up a bunch of his hick friends and turn me into a cum dump pig whore. Cyber chatting turned to phone calls and i would have deep, almost violent orgasms as he told me, in his gruff, deep voice, how he would turn me into a cum whore for himself and his redneck friends. Sitting on the dildo he made me order, i would tell him my fantasy of being turned into a sub human cum dump, not a man, just a pig to shoot cum into. I would jerk off constantly to our conversations and chat logs, hypnotized by his voice and his domination over me. As time goes on, hickdad would teach me to train myself on poppers and toys, pushing me to rough neck gyms to build my body, and sending me links to videos of unimaginable perversion. I shot load after load watching dirty pigs like me drinking piss, get bred by anonymous dicks, and begging for poz loads from fat toxic cocks. In a few months, by forcing me to work out hickdad added pounds of muscle to my body. Finally one day a package arrived at my door. It contains a jockstrap, a large buttplug, a large stash of steroids and a letter from hickdad telling me it is time to make my fantasy into reality. That night, over the phone, he instructed me to wear nothing but the jockstrap as my underwear for the next 8 weeks, washing it only when absolutely necessary. Next, I am to use the steroids as instructed to make my body bigger and thicker. I am to use that buttplug daily, stretching my hole and keeping it in for 4 hours every day, especially during my workout at the gym. Finally, in his stern masculine voice, i am ordered not to touch myself at all until we meet. He left me with the address of the motel and ordered me to drive there with my laptop and some clothes in 2 month's time. So here i am, waiting for hickdad in a dirty motel room. Thanks to the steroids he sent, i having put on 30 pounds of muscle, i can scarcely recognize myself. My neck is now as wide as my head, my legs barely fitting into my jeans. My pecs, swollen and thick, are crowned by massive wide nipples that are so sensitive that would make me spring a boner just touching them. True to his instructions, i have only washed the jockstrap twice during the entire time i was wearing it. The original white fabric is now yellowed with piss, sweat and the copious precum my cock spew out during the month of chastity and gym work. After thoroughly cleaned out, i inserted the butt plug into my ass and my cock got hard instantly. I started one of the raunchy videos hickdad sent me on my computer and took a deep huff of poppers while watching. My cock is rock hard inside my jock and i can barely stop myself from jacking off when i hear the sound of a diesel pickup truck parking outside the motel room door. A hairy stocky man in his 40s enter. Wearing nothing but a sweaty cut off t shirt and dirty jeans, hickdad is as masculine and rugged as his pictures suggested. Closing the door behind him, he inspected me from head to toe while i kneel on the carpet in front of him as instructed as he strips off his tshirt, revealing his powerful pecs, massive biceps, and a ton of tats all over his body, including a giant blue black biohazard symbol over his right pec and an intricate scorpion on his left torso. "Hello pig boy" Hickdad said while undoing the top button of his jeans, showing off the waistband of his yellow jockstrap. "hello sir" i replied. "you ready to be used boy?" "yes sir" "yes sir what?" "Yes sir, i am ready to be used sir" "Good boy, get on the bed, on your hands and knees boy" hickdad growled and i jumped to comply. Face down on the dirty sheets on my knees, my ass sticking out. I can feel his rough hands inspecting my ass and the buttplug he ordered me to wear. Firmly and steadily, he pulled on the plug until it dislodges from my hole. I feel empty and desperate to get it filled. "get on your knees faggot" hickdad commanded , and i scrambled off the bed and get on my knees. He is standing right in front of me, the bulge in his jeans inches away from my face.hickdad must have noticed that i am staring at his manhood, because without a word he pulled down his jeans and took them off, leaving his heavy work boots on. I can smell the sweat and piss emanating from the jockstrap. It was all i can do without burying my face into his crotch. "You want this dont you faggot" "yes sir, please sir" Reaching behind him into my bag, he pull out a thick 10 inch dildo and my bottle of extra strength poppers. I watched silently as he spit on the dildo to slick it up. Then he planted it on the wooden chair by the window. "come here and show me what you learned, faggot" I got off my knees and moved over to the chair as hickdad watches. After taking a deep huffs of the poppers, i sit myself onto the large rubber cock. I pinch my swollen nipples as the slick rubber stretches my hole, pushing deep into my rectum, moaning in a animalistic voice and keeping eye contact with my master. When i reach the botttom i rocked back and forth, the rubber cock stirring my insides, while huffing deep snorts of poppers every minute as hickdad trained me to do. By now my jockstrap is soaked through with precum and sweat, and the smell of poppers and my own sex juices and sending me flying. Hickdad got up from the bed and stand in front of me. "Good boy" he intoned as he push my face into his jockstrap. My nose is instantly overwhelmed with its odors, and i hungrily licked and sucked on the fabric, tasting the sweat, piss and cum that has been deposited there for god knows how long while riding the dildo deep inside me. I can feel hickdad's thick manhood stirring behind the thin fabric. Inn no time it become hard and bulging, and i am slobbering all over the pouch like it is my last meal on earth before he pulled away and push my head back. "You like this shit boy?" "Yes sir, thank you sir" "Open wide" I opened my mouth wide just in time for hickdad to hock a big glob of spit into it. I moaned in gratitude, grinding harder onto the rubber cock as he pull his cock out of the jock pouch, and shove the thick and veiny cock down my open throat. 2. "Fuck, that feels good, suck my cock faggot" I grabbed the faggot's head and start raping his pretty little mouth. He is pretty good at it for such a young punk, and his tongue is doing something that makes my cock feel good, better than any of those bitches i fucked when i was locked up. I pulled out of his mouth after choking him for a good 5 minutes. He reached for his poppers and took deep huffs while i sat down on the dirty motel bed. Those roids i sent him did a nice job on him, making him look more like a muscle pig that he wants to be. It was expensive, but i am sure i can make that money back tonight. "get that faggot ass up and bend the fuck over the bed" I said, and the fag did as he was told. I started rubbing the rim of his slicked up hole with my fingertips, and his ass lips start spasming like a pig in heat. "you need my dick up in that faggot cunt don't you" "Yes sir please i need it bad" "Your ass is mine isnt it" "Yes sir my ass is yours sir" "Flip over and put your legs up like i taught you" The faggot flipped over and pulled his legs up, his eyes staring hungrily at me. I pulled my jock down and my 9 inch fat cock sprang up, harder than a rock and already leaking. Without saying a word, i shove my fat cock inside that pig cunt in one stroke. 3. I feel hickdad's fat cock inside me all at once, and it hurts like hell. I screamed, but his rough hand covered my mouth and my voice is muffled as he forcefully raped my hole with his fat cock, pulling out almost completely before pushing it in again. He sneered at me, enjoying the pain he brought to my entire being, after a while i cannot help myself but moan as his cock pounds my ass, making my own dick rock hard, twitching with my heartbeat. He smirked at me as i moaned, his fingers pinching my fat gyno tits and my entire sensation concentrated on my dripping dick, desperate to cum. The pleasure is too much. I am bucking and arching my back, trying to keep his dick pounding inside me. I screamed into the poppered rag he shoved into my face, my cunt overwhelmed by the sensation of his thick meat deep inside me. 4. I pound away at the faggot's cunt, I pulled his fag clit out of the jock and it is fat and swollen, slapping against his stomach as i pound my cock deep inside him. I reached towards the poppers, poured some onto a rag and shove it into the fag's face. As he breathe it in his entire body starting to twist around, the fag monaing like a fucking demon possessed. Suddenly his hole is clenching tight on my fuckstick and that hole just feels so god damn incredible. *mmmm MMMMMM* the faggot screamed into the rag as his ass clamped on my rod like a vice. I am pinching its gyno tits and its eyes 4 rolled into the back of his head. "Fuck yeah boy, take it, take my dick" I growled at the fag as he bucks and squirms under me. His eyes are glazed over, his hole is all he knows now. I leaned in, his clit rock hard against my belly, right on my scorpion tat, my face inches from his. "Take my fucking cock you fucking fag pig" I whispered to him before i spit on its pretty face as i pound away. "I can last for a long ass time in a smooth pig hole like yours. By the way did i mention i am poz boy? You are getting some toxic cum tonight." The pig is staring at me now, a mix of fear and pleasure in its eyes. 5. I stared into Hickdad's eyes as he pound away at my ass. He just told me i am getting pozzed. Suddenly all the pozzing videos i watch flood into my head and all my nastiest, dirtiest fantasies are coming true. "Fuck yes daddy, fuck me with that fat poz cock. I want your toxic cum in my ass pleaseeeee" I begged as his fat dick pounds me hard. My cock is so hard its painful, sandwiched between my gut and his tattooed stomach, my cockhead gettiing rubbed by a intricate scorpion tat. The thought of getting my cunt filled with toxic seeed by a hot redneck daddy is too much. With his fat cock deep into my hole and his fingers twisting my gyno tits my entire body tensed up and I am fucking cumming oh my god... 6. The pig is begging for it now. its hole is gripping my dick like a fucking vice while the stupid pig is begging for my toxic load. Its clit is rock solid hard and the pig's eyes is just wide staring at me. It looks like he is gonna lose its fucking mind when i bite his roid up tit and shove my dick in him one more time. he is clamping tight on my pole like a fucking milking machine and the pig start cumming. Globs of nut juice just come gushing out of that clit all over its tummy as he thrashes under me like a fucking demon moaning oh my god like a bitch. I can feel my load churning inside my balls, ready to knock that bitch up. "fuck yeah bitch, cum for me you fucking pig. you want my poz load dont you? fuck yeah here that nut for you FUCK" The pig is barely listening. its eyes are rolling into the back of its head as my dick keep pumping in and out of its pulsating cunt, spraying my poz load deep inside that hole. I pinned down its arms so he cant play with its clit and it is still ozzing ball juice. 7. His cock feels so fucking good deep inside my ass, just thrusting in my cunt, and my brain cannot think of anything else. My cock has never been harder, but Hickdad was holding my arms down and i cannot jerk myself off. I am moaning like a bitch, staring into his blue eyes and going crazy when suddenly he thrusted one more time, deeper than anything has ever been inside my ass, and he bent down and bite my gyno tits. I screamed when i feel my load come blasting out of my dick. I feel like i am having one of those out of body experience, I cant feel anything except my dick, and all i can do is to lie there and cum, shooting spurt after spurt of my nut while Hickdad shoots his load inside me. I can feel the hot poz cum flooding my cunt and I cant stop myself nutting even more. Pig daddy finished blasting his nut, but his dick is still rock hard in my ass, thrusting and punching that spot that makes me want to cum over and over and that is all i can feel when i pass out. 8. FUCK. That fucking pig cunt was fucking good, milking that load out of my dick. The fucking cunt actually passed out on me, but his fucking hole is still twtiching. Un fucking believable. I pulled out of that tight cunt and wiped myself down with the pig's tshirt. Damn i sweat a whole fucking lot. The cunt is sprawled on its back, a thick load covering his stomach, my load swimming inside that young hot hole. I will let him rest a bit. He isn't done yet for tonight. Not by a long shot. Once i took a breather with a beer and a smoke, I got back to work. The pig is pretty heavy, but I lifted heavier shit than him, so moving him to the middle of the bed and tying his hands to the bed posts is a piece of cake. Next i pulled out the magic marker and wrote CUNT right on his stomach. Then i pulled out my phone and started scheduling dates for the pig. 9. My buddy Joe is the first to arrive. The dude marched into the room wearing his mechanic jumpsuit. Built like a brick shithouse, Joe is my roid dealer and my mechanic, and he spend his entire life lifting, working on cars, and pound every hole he can find. "Yo wassup big guy" "Yo. You got some new meat?" "See for yourself" I said as I point in the pig's direction. By the time i closed the door and turn around, Joe is already stripping off his jumpsuit. The motherfucker is even bigger than i saw him last, he must be really overdoing on the juice. His neck is thicker than his head, and his body is just a giant mass of muscle, like a cartoon drawing of a pro wrestler. In no time, the fucker is on the bed, lifting the pig's leg's up, and teasing it's tight cunt hole just as the pig is waking up. 10. I must have passed out when daddy shot his load in me, because when i woke up my hands are tied to the bed posts and there is something poking at my sore hole. I opened my eyes and there is a massive man in front of me, his bright blue eyes staring at me. He is the skinhead muscle beast of my dreams, just a giant sweaty mass of hot muscle covered in creamy white skin streaked with what i thought is motor oil. His pecs are super huge, hanging over his roid gut, his nipples pink and fat and pointing straight forward. I can barely moan in lust before he start entering me. His dick is not as long as hick dad's but it is thick as hell, and it stretched my hole something serious. Hickdad helpfully shove a popper soaked rag under my nose as the stud pounds into me, alternating between slow deep strokes and fast ones. "Fuck you are so fucking huge..." i moaned, "Fuck yeah thats a fucking tight faggot pussy right here", the man growled towards hickdad, who is sitting on the other bed, smoking and smirking while his dick pounded away inside my hole. In no time i am rock hard again, my arms struggling against the cuffs.

if youre a cumdump faggot whore like me you probably get pissed on by a lot of guys. what are your fave places to get pissed on? or whats your fave places to piss on a submissive faggot? my favourites are alleys, parks and public restrooms. specially with other guys watching or taking turns using me as a toilet

I always kiss. A lot. If I don't want to kiss you, I don't want to fuck. I kind of disconnect my analytical self from my body when I'm having sex. I don't think at all, my body just goes for it. Time just disappears. I'm totally versitile and I don't conciously think about anything. My body is entertaining your body and vise versa. There are no taboos, no rules, no society. I have no trouble doing anything my body wants with another person(s) in front of a crowd. My body wants to kiss and lick every thing. Every hole, every pole. Men and women alike. My point is, it all flows from kissing. Without that signal, there is nothing.

is this available on torrents?

More from Raw Shots, with my tan lines and hairy legs, and that's my dick on the box cover above.

Damn, wish my trip overlapped with yours more. You sound like a hot cumdump! Love to eat loads out of a well-fucked hole (almost as much as I like to get mine flooded)!

I love kissing - and likewise helps me relax to get a deeper fuck, and when he cums gets the cum deeper inside me

Yes. Rimming a nice ass is probably my favorite sexual activity. I can eat ass for hous and I'm extremely good at it. Have given a few guys orgasms just from me chowing down on their holes. Refer to myself as the "Cookie Monster" of ass eating. Favorite type is a sweaty ripe musky smelling hole. I'll eat out a soapy clean hole but won't enjoy his ass as much.

Thanks guys! Sorry Memphian, still getting the hang of posting here, for part 2 il do my best to split it, PART2 So after a little while of sitting there talking about what we had done, which i found super hot as i was almost being spoke down to, told how good of a hole id be when they were done, how much of a slut i was, how I should of came last time i had messaged, things like that, I started to get hard again thinking of and feeling the load coating my insides, after a few seconds the other young guy noticed this and laughed, looked at the daddy type guy and said " I think hes ready" that will always stick with me as the moment I knew i was doing what i should be doing Without another word daddy came over and grabbed my wrist with one hand, and pulled me across the couch, spreading my body out like i was laying, but with his other hand guided my hips up and slid a cushion under me, then pushed me down in to the cushion, grinding my now extremly hard cock across the cushion, at this point i was so turned on that the cushion alone made me moan, Hearing this daddy called the other guy over and told him to hold my wrists, with my arms out i couldnt move anywhere and daddy started working lube in to my hole with his fingers, while doing this the young guy grabbed my head and gently raised it, telling me to him look at him while i get used again, this sent me over the edge and had me begging for daddy to fuck me, he lent down and said "if thats what you want sure" Then i felt his much larger cock tear into me, after already being fucked this felt like i was being torn apart, even as he slowly pushed his head in to me, but nothing can describe the feeling of his cock slowly filling my already bred hole, feeling the cum inside me was the hottest thing ive ever had, but the pain was getting to much, i started whimpering and tearing up Hearing this daddy instantly stopped where he was, my hole feeling like bursting, and said to the young guy to get poppers, having heard about them before i didnt ask and just waited for what felt like a lifetime, my hole aching,then the young guy came back climbed back on the couch where he was, grabbed one wrist and held the bottle under my nose, put it back and grabbed my other wrist, they held me there for what felt like another lifetime, while i felt my body relaxing, eventually i felt daddys cock slowly gliding in to me before he bottomed out and i felt his hairy balls against me By this time i was on another planet and was just laying there whimpering while he slowly built up speed, pumping away at my cummy little hole, i started to come back to my senses a little bit as the poppers wore off and my hole started hurting again, this combined with the cock RAVAGING my insides by now had me whimpering and moaning almost to the point of tears, i could barely handle it but i wasnt going to stop him giving me another load Just as i felt i couldnt it do it anymore he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back with one hand, the other rammed two fingers down my throat as he lent down, putting his whole weight on me and began grunting and moaning while driving every little bit of his cock in to me, then boom i felt his cock spasm a few times and a warmth and relaxation flood over me as he slowly slid his cock out of me, After this they both sat where they had been as i stayed there, my whole ass aching in a way i had never felt, my legs felt like i couldnt move no matter how hard i tried, until daddy gently said how good i had been, and how i deserved every bit of that load, at the same time he gently.guided me, as by this.time i was just a toy in his hands in my mind, down on to the floor, where I semi collapsed in to his legs and sat/lay on the tiled floor, my body aching, but feeling better than ever, arms wrapped around his legs, my head against his thigh while i slowly licked and slurped the end of his slowly shrinking cock, I stayed there like this for maybe ten minutes while they talked how much of a slut i was, and how they needed to share me again sometime, till daddy noticed the little puddle of cum and a little blood that had leaked out of me on to the tiles, they stood me up and walked me to shower, ran the water down my back while the young guy blew me, making my legs shake and i felt like i was going to collapse, when i said this daddy knelt behind me and grabbed my thighs, holding me up while he gently rimmed.my aching leaky hole, this with the other guy blowing me had him swallow my load in about 30 seconds, After cleaning me up, they took me to a bedroom and let me lay down as i said i was tired, i woke up a couple of hours later with a still sore ass, to find i had leaked a little on the sheets, i rolled over and saw a piece of paper on the bedside table with two phone numbers, i got up and walked out after a few minutes of thinking about what i had done, to find them both sitting in the lounge watching tv, after some small talk daddy said that he had to be going, i apologised for the leak on the young guys sheets to which he kissed me good by, as did daddy, who then stood back and looked at me and said "my cock to, kiss it goodbye" so smirked got down as he got it out and wrapped my lips around the head, savouring the taste and realising how recently it was inside me, This turned me on again and i tried to take it further in my mouth, he then pulled back and said " not today, i need to get going, you two can have more next time" i stood up and he quickly said goodbye to us both and walked out, i talked to young guy for 5.minutes about how i felt, and how i would definetly be back, gave him my number in case he ever wanted to unload, gave his cock a quick kiss to then walked out back to the car and home Afterwards i sat in the shower for an hour sitting on floor watching it slowly leak out of me every now and then, still aching, just thinking of how much of a dirty slut i felt, how this was how the sluts i had fucked at partys and things in the past must of felt, and how fucking awesome of a feeling it was!!, I hope you guys enjoy the read, glad i can share my first of hopefully many loads with you guys, and thanks for the inspiration! If it wasnt for the dirty fuckers on here driving me so wild i may never have finally gotten over the fear, but god am I glad that I did, I think i belong on the end of a cock after that amazing experience!so if your close or just want to chat my inbox is always open

I have a new 10" BBC buddy who cums a minimum of 6 times when fucking me. He's about 6'3" tall, lanky build, thin frame, and a huge cock that rests comfortably on a pair of medium sized nuts. Because of his size, he needs to get deep past my second ring in order to fuck me. He fucks me on all 4s and on my left side with my leg high in the air coming in from behind me. We spend the first few minutes with me poppering up and working to get his dick lodged deep into my gut past my second ring. Once in there, he goes to town, starting off with slow circling strokes to open and widen my cunt and to loosen up my second ring. Then he starts pounding and doesn't stop for an hour or so. He cums every couple of minutes. First time he fucked me, when he pulled out I realized I had been flooded with his juice. His loads were buried in so deep, I had no concern about them leaking out. I knew I was going to be carrying these loads around for a while! :-) For the time he's fucking me, I'm basically his fuck doll. He presents as fairly innocent at first, but the second time we hooked up, he was lying back, legs spread, with me between his long thin legs, worshipping his dick to full hardness, when he asked me "so after I fucked you the first time, how long did you keep the loads in for?" Bam, knew it: pig! He had fucked me on a Sunday and I didn't lose the loads until Tuesday, which I told him and his face lit up with a wide smile.

I work for myself as a landscaper too, DannyBoyCMH, so understand how that line of work presents all kinds of opportunities for outdoor fun. I’ve also made great use of clients’ garages and garden sheds over the years, always with the slight fear that I’m going to get caught out one time. I’m currently working at a golf course where I frequently invite men over and entertain them in the bushes, particularly now the weather is warming up. Only ever oral, though. I’m too hung up about not being cleaned out to venture into outdoor fucking: working outdoors means I have very limited scope to prep myself.

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

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

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

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

Sorry for the delay. I get major writer's block these days and it took me a bit to get things rolling again. +++ They began a steady rhythm of thrusting into me, my body feeling overwhelmed with the sensations coming from both ends. I could barely breathe around my dad's cock, and every time Jack's fucking slammed back into me, I felt like he was forcing the air right out of me too. I thought I'd get used to it once he got all the way in, but a cock his size could be felt every second of it. Jack pulled my ass closer to him before shifting a little bit forward, raising me up so that he was fucking me at an angle. I could see him staring down at me next to my dad, his eyes keenly watching as his fat shaft hauled in and out of my cunt. "Look at the greedy little faggot. You can see his cunt hugging your cock and milking it," my dad said, grinning as his cock flexed hard in my mouth. He loved watching me get wrecked by this beast of a man, no doubt about it. Suddenly, there was a rumbling noise below us. My dad stopped thrusting, his cock firmly down my throat as he paused to listen. "Oh, garage door." That meant my uncle Eric was home. It was a little bit early for him to be getting home, but I felt relieved. I figured it might be enough to get him to call his friend off of me. Instead, he climbed off of me, pulling his dick out of my mouth. "Don't worry about me, I'll be back in a sec. You two keep having fun." He winked back at us as he headed out the door. I had no idea what he was off to do, but I figured he'd get my uncle to leave. Jack, for his part, took my dad's advice, further adjusting his position until he had me folded up under him, his fat cock pumping in and out before me where I could see it too. This position let it go in more easily, but he never took it all the way out, just pulling back far enough that the head would be right at the entrance to my hole. "You're lucky your dad has you here... I like to take boys back to my sleeper and spend the weekend breeding them 'till they're carrying my poz babies." He grinned at the last bit, letting out a puff of cigar smoke as he leaned in over me, his hairy, sweaty belly rubbing against mine. "Then again, maybe your dad will let me borrow you. Wouldn't be the first time he's let me borrow some pussy." His eyes roamed over me as he thrust in and out, taking in the sight of me as his cock rammed in up close. "You'd love that, wouldn't you, faggot? Your dick is hard as a rock." He tapped my dick, making me yelp as the rough stimulation hit my sensitive head. He was right, I was pretty hard, as much as I was ashamed to admit it. He laughed, shaking his head. I knew I shouldn't be turned on, but I couldn't really help it. Some part of me had always gotten off on being fucked by men, even (or perhaps especially) when it involved getting used in a lewd, degrading way. Even though I knew in my head that I was being raped and pozzed against my will, my dick was absolutely loving it, my hole spasming and milking Jack's cock. Some part of me enjoyed this far more than I was willing to admit, and I could feel my ears burn with shame at the realization. "That's right, you do," he jeered, grinning down as his movements picked up speed. I grunted along with the deep thrusts, feeling as my body slowly acclimated to the fuck. It no longer hurt so deep when he thrust in, his groin coming flush with my ass with every thrust. It just filled me up, every throb of it sending sensations through me that put stars in my vision. I didn't even want to think about what that piercing was doing hauling around inside... I could still feel that for sure. He took in a deep puff from his cigar, the end of it glowing brightly for a moment before he huffed out, picking up pace with his thrusts just as I heard movement in the hallway again. I was mortified to see my uncle Eric walk in, my dad following closely behind him, still as naked as before. "See? Told ya the kid's a fag, too," he said, leaning against the doorway as my uncle seemed a bit dazed, his eyes fixed on me as Jack continued his assault. I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes, but it was like he wasn't there, just staring past me. "I'm surprised you never noticed. I just walked in on him getting his cunt plowed earlier!" My dad chuckled to himself, then wrapped his arm around Eric's shoulder. "Don't worry, though, bro, you're not going anywhere anytime soon," he said as he pushed my uncle down with his arm. Eric didn't skip a beat, lowering down onto his knees in front of my dad's half-hard cock and wrapping his lips around it. I couldn't believe what I was seeing beside me. My uncle Eric was my dad's younger brother, taller than him and overall larger but lacking the musculature my dad had. He was no wimp, of course, but he wasn't the type to spend time at the gym or lifting weights outside of work. I'd never thought him to be the type to submit so easily, but my dad seemed to be in charge. "Don't look so surprised, boy. My little brother here has been working this cock for longer than you've been alive." He held my uncle's face down in his groin, keeping it there. Meanwhile, on top of me, Jack was growing faster and faster, the piercing beginning to make my hole hurt from the friction. I knew better than to try complaining -- if anything, he'd get off on it more. Instead, I grabbed onto those beefy, hairy arms on either side, panting and grunting along with the frenzied rutting. I could tell he was close, and there was hardly any use escaping what that meant. "Ready, faggot? I'm about to put a fuckin' AIDS baby in your worthless cunt! Take my fucking venom, FUCK!" he snarled out, his hips moving with a brutal force that pushed me down into the mattress. I could definitely feel the familiar burn of my hole stretching too far, the pain making my eyes water as I felt an unmistakable gush of cum in my guts. One, two, three, four, five... Each felt as strong as the last, and it was hard to believe how long it drew out. My dad watched beside us, thrusting his cock in and out of my uncle's mouth as Jack slowly tugged his cock out of me. The entire length of it was slick with pinkish cum, my blood liberally mixed in in streaks. By the time his cock slid all the way out, a bright red streak coated the top, ending at the tip, where his PA was dropping with a cloudy mix of cum and blood. Finally, he climbed off of me for a brief second, only to place that half-hard cock on my lips. "Clean it off," he grunted as he went back to puffing on the cigar. "Alright, pigs, how's this for a treat? Get up, Eric. Take your clothes off." he said, pulling my uncle off of his cock. Eric complied, getting to his feet and stripping down. My uncle was much hairier than my dad, and as he took his pants off, I could see that he was similarly hung. His cock was hard, dripping precum off the end. "Now that my little brother's all horned up from sucking cock, I figure it's only fair he gets a taste of my son, too." Eric's eyes did widen a bit at that, but he didn't protest. He only looked back at me, his eyes inevitably looking at my wrecked hole. My dad led him over to me, pushing him onto the bed right on top of me. Eric was a sexy man, to say the least, but he looked conflicted as he was on top of me. "Go ahead, put it in him." There was a certain firmness to his tone that immediately made my uncle tense up for a moment. He gave me a briefly apologetic look before leaning forward and pushing his cock into me. At this point, Jack had opened me up nicely, so I had little trouble taking my uncle's shaft. He bottomed out quickly a small groan leaving him, then gasped as my dad came in behind him, pushing his own shaft in between my uncle's hairy asscheeks. "There we go, just how you like it," he said, and Eric indeed groaned, his shaft flexing and growing harder inside me. He began to make slow, shallow thrusts in and out, gradually working deeper and deeper with them. I could feel my own cock straining against his hairy belly, smearing precum around as I did what came naturally. Jack's cock was working into my throat again, his eyes trained on the three of us fucking as my uncle fucked me and himself on my dad's cock. I could feel Eric's grip growing tighter as his orgasm came to him as well, more cum flowing into me as he groaned quietly. My dad kept thrusting into him then, chuckling to himself. "That's another hot load for you, boy. Jack and I knocked him up as soon as I got back out." He pulled his cock out of my uncle's ass, and my uncle slowly withdrew from me, a wet glob of cum drooling out of my hole as his cock flopped out. I could still see pink streaks along it, my stomach turning a bit at the sight. "Well, shit, that's a start." My dad whistled as he pushed my uncle aside, shoving his shaft back into me. The pace was slow now, moving it around and mashing his hips as he relished it. Jack moved off of me now that his cock was clean, getting up off of the bed and going next to my dad on the bed, right behind my uncle. Bending him forward, he positioned that pierced cock at my uncle's hole and rammed in without warning, earning a yelp from him as well. Clearly, though, he was far more used to this treatment, as he soon began to sigh and groan, pushing back against that monstrous shaft. "Oh, yeah, we're gonna have so much fuckin' fun together..." my dad panted as the pounding resumed...

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Part 14: Jason's New Journey William and Becky were trying desperately to find a medication that would work for Jason. In the meantime with nothing helping Jason was horny all the time. He went from being scared to die to now all he thought about was sex. He was the one now fucking William every chance he could. And William was enjoying getting fucked as often as possible. But something was happening inside of Jason. He wanted to share his toxic seed and knock men up with his gift. So he started going back to the adult theater to start sharing his gift. So late one Friday night after fucking William he drove down to the theater to see how much more fun he could have. As he pulled into the parking lot it didn't look too busy but there were several cars there. He entered the building and paid his fee at the front. He made his way into the back and went into the main theater where on screen there were two hot guys enjoying some hot bareback sex. Jason sat down and took his cock out and slowly stroked it. He was hard in no time. A couple of rows behind him was a nice looking guy who was probably about ten years older than himself. The guy noticed Jason's cock and slowly made his way over to Jason. They both looked at each other and without saying a word the guy got on his knees and started sucking Jason's cock. This guy was a great cock sucker. At first he just used his mouth to kiss and lick Jason's cock all over getting it all wet. Then he opened his mouth and engulfed Jason's cock in one quick motion. Jason let out a soft moan and he grabbed the guy by the back of his head and slowly fucked his mouth. The guy put his hands on Jason's thighs for leverage and as Jason was fucking his throat he looked down and noticed the guy had on a wedding band. Jason at first was just going to cum down the guys throat but seeing the wedding band he got a wicked smile across his face. He was going to knock the closet faggot up with his toxic cum. He pulled the guy up from his knees and turned him around and before the guy could say anything Jason rammed his cock all the way inside the guys ass. The guy let out a loud cry which several others noticed inside the building. To shut the guy up a dirty looking old man got in front of the guy and rammed his cock down the guys throat. Now this poor guy was being abused but when the others noticed his ring they started cheering on Jason and the old man. The old man looked gaunt and Jason noticed a scorpion tattoo on him and this excited Jason. They were really going to fuck this closet faggots life up. It didn't take long before the old man erupted down the guys throat and made the guy swallow his cum. Jason in the meantime was really tearing the guys ass up. He was fucking him hard and noticed blood on his cock. After about fifteen minutes of raping the guys hole Jason let out a deep long grunt and painted the inside of the guys ass with his cum. Jason stayed inside the guy until he went limp. Jason and the old man sat back and watched as others used the guy for their own pleasure. The guy was no longer resisting and succumb to his own desires. As he was being used Jason learned the old man's name was Garrett. Garrett told him that he had full blown AIDS and that he enjoyed not being medicated. Jason told him that he was POZ and that he had tried several medications but nothing was working. This got Garrett hard again and he asked if he wanted to try and see if they could get the guy to join them for the weekend. Jason said yes and so when everyone was finished using the guy Jason and Garrett helped him up and got him dressed. Garrett asked him if he wanted to join the two of them for the weekend. The guy said yes that his wife was out of town and he wanted to get fucked as much as possible before she got back home. They learned his name was Brad and Brad and Jason followed Garrett back to his place in each of their vehicles. Garrett had a nice two story house with a huge yard and swimming pool. As they entered the house each guy got undressed and played with each other. As they were playing with each other Brad noticed the scorpion tattoo on Garrett and asked about it. Garrett told him it meant he was toxic and had AIDS and Jason was HIV positive. Poor Brad fainted. Garrett and Jason laughed when Brad fainted. They got him back conscious and Brad started crying. He wanted the sex sure. But getting HIV or AIDS was something he didn't want. Garrett and Jason calmed him down and the more he thought about it the harder he got. His marriage was pretty much over anyway before all of this and so being desired again felt really good. He noticed Garrett and Jason were both hard as well so he got on all fours and asked no begged Garrett to fuck him. As Garrett reached for the lube Brad stopped him and told him to rape him with his AIDS cock. Garrett did as asked and rammed his cock into Brad's ass. Garrett was not small in the cock department. He was 11 inches long and thick as a coke can. So although Brad had been fucked by several other cocks that night they were nothing compared to Garrett. Brad screamed in pain and Jason forced his cock down Brad's throat while Garrett raped him. Although it hurt Brad was hard and leaking precum all over the floor. Garrett had great stamina and he fucked Brad for over an hour. Brad's knees were getting sore so Garrett put him on his back and drove his cock deep into Brad. Jason straddled his face and fucked his mouth as Garrett plowed Brad. Jason came first and once he went limp he laid beside Brad and watched Garrett tear up Brad's ass. When Garrett was getting ready to cum Brad surprised himself by begging to be knocked up with Garrets AIDS babies. This sent Garrett over the edge and as he started cumming Jason took Brad's cock in his mouth and Brad came at the same time. By this time the sun was rising and so were Becky and William. They noticed Jason was gone and about that time the phone rang and it was Jason letting them know he'd be back late Sunday evening. Before they could ask any questions Jason hung up the phone. Now Brad had to call his wife but he waited until later in the day. Becky and William wanted to keep Jason under their supervision to make sure he stayed healthy. But Jason pulling this stunt means that they would have to sit down with Jason and talk about the future. Also Brad knew his calling and that he would have to divorce his wife because truth be told she was having an affair anyway. Luckily no kids would be involved in their divorce so it should be fairly simple. Garrett told them he really enjoyed their company and he had plenty of money so each could live with him and not have to work. The only condition he had was that after he was gone that they continue spreading the gift to others. Now each has a major decision to make which will affect all involved.

Part 21 Dante I just watched Home Slice breed this hot, Hawaiian, surfer dude. The dude never asked about status, he just moaned as he took a good fucking from my boy. The action between the two twinks got me rock hard. And when he asked . and begged for Home Slice's load, I just about shot my load. I can’t wait until I can get inside this surfer stud. I plan on letting him know when I am breeding him with my poz cum. Unfortunately, the long flip fuck between the two took a lot of time. We need to get ready to go soon. As the two are recovering from their escapades I said, “We have dinner reservations we need to get ready. Keanu, do you have any other clothes then those you’ve been wearing you surf?” Keanu shook his head ‘no’ as he answered, “The only things I could carry around with me is my surfboard and the borders shorts and shirt were the only clothes I’ve been able to keep.” I turned to Home Slice, “Let’s find Keanu something to wear so he can join us for dinner. Then we can come back here and party the night away.” Both twinks smiled as Home Slice answered, “I know my clothes will fit him, were both about the same size. Come on Keanu, let’s pick you out something hot for you to wear and where you can shower.” I watched both boys head off as I imagined getting back here after dinner. Smoking him out, sticking a couples shards of Tina into his ass, talking him into letting me slam him up before I fuck him like he really needs to fucked. Eventually breeding him multiple times before telling he’s been filled by both of us with poz cum. Keanu I just got fucked for the first time by the hit hoale. Not only did he fuck me, I let him cum inside me. I loved how his cock filled my ass, felt it harden and thicken as he reached his orgasm. And when he finally came I love the feeling of his cock throbbing when he fired my ass, twice. I’m excited that they invited me to join them for dinner and to pnp with then after dinner. I’ve only pnp occasionally and I think these two pnp more frequently. I’ll just go with the flow and do they do or want me to do with them. Dante has a huge cock and I’m sure he wants to fuck me. I’ll try and smoke a lot when we get back and some Tina up my ass should help me take his cock. Now I’m with Chris going through the clothes seeing what I’d like to wear to dinner. He has some great clothes. He first picked out a nice pair of Andrew Christian underwear telling me, “Dante really likes these on me and I know he’ll like seeing them on you. You can wear these shorts and his shirt. They’ll look good on you. You can shower in that bathroom.” I gave him a big hug and kiss that lasted longer than intended before heading into the bathroom to shower. I walked away with a hardening cock knowing that he was no better. I showered up thinking what fun we all were going to have that night. The other thought that jumped into my head was how many loads I’d have from both of these studs. Those thoughts made my cock throb hard. Home Slice I just picked out some clothes for Keanu to wear to dinner. I knew Dante would enjoy what he was going to wear, especially three A-C boxer briefs I picked out. After kissing him for a while before he headed off to take a shower I was boned up. Dante stopped and quickly told me if his plan for the night which made my cock drip. Noticing this he said to me “We’ve got enough time for you to quickly give him another load. Go fuck him in the shower.” I immediately headed to the bathroom to join Keanu in the shower. He was a little surprised when I stepped in the shower. I quickly kissed him allowing his tongue to explore my mouth as he allowed mine to explore his mouth. I turned Keanu around, grabbed his hips and thruster my hard cock into he cum filled ass. Keanu pushed back to meet my penetration with a simple “Oh fuck me. Fuck me. Breed me.” I immediately began pounding away trying to deliver another poz load. Keanu seemed push back meeting each if my thrusts. Within about 5 minute I felt my cock get harder asking Keanu, “You lie that hard cock in your ass?” He answered me, “Damn bra, I feel your cock getting thicker and harder. Fuck bra, breed me. Shoot your seed inside me.” This sent me over the edge as my balls tightened and I began to fire, “FUCK! I’m filling you up with a third load.” Keanu then said, “I feel you cock throbbing. I can feel your cum indie me.” After I pulled out and we kissed before Keanu said my turn as he turned me around not giving me anytime and rammed inside me. I could only say “Fuck” as he set about quickly pounding away. It didn’t take him long before I felt his cock get harder and thicker. Next think thing I knew he was cumming. After he filled me up we kissed again and washed each other up. Time to go dinner.

So last weekend I was visiting my hometown. The moment I opened Grindr a guy I fucked previously messaged me, asking me to ask for sex. Last time I fucked him with a condom, but sometimes afterwords I mentioned the occasion to a friend of mine, and learned the bottom guy was known as a bb slut and that he is not very bright, so I decided to fuck him bb, whether he wanted it or not. I texted the guy accepting his invitation, and he suggested we meet after he finished his shift. I drove to his job site to pick him up. The guy is 30 years old, toned body, shaved head, several tattoos and a really handsome face. He gave my directions and we drove to a dark abandoned parking lot (in front of a cemetery as we later realised. ? ? ). He told me he is scared about his health these days and that he didn't want to suck, he just wanted to get fucked - safely. Naturally I was pissed, and my resolve to bb him strengthened. Initially he rode my cock safely, just what the slut wanted. After some time I told him I wanted to plough him doggie style, telling him I could be able to get deeper into his ass, but in actuality I wanted him in a position where he wouldn't be able to see what I was doing. To my further annoyance he replied saying he wanted to get fucked missionary style. I realised barebacking his ass would require more stealth, would require I be more tricky, but I was determined to give the cunt my bare cock. He lay on his back, missionary style, spreading his legs, offering me access to his cunt. I started to fuck him safely, but then I withdrew my cock, and started playing with his nipples, which I remembered were very sensitive, all the while I discreetly removed the condom from my cock and re-entered him. His hole felt so much better! I fucked him bare and hard. He told me he would prefer to ride me, but I told him to shut up and take it. When I was about to cum I withdrew my cock, pretended to take of the condom and came all over him. Later when we were chatting he asked me if I barebacked him. (several smiles and emojis in the mssg ?).

***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.

2. Jay "I'm sorry," I said again. "I mean. You're not gay. I'm not gay." I had kissed this guy that I barely knew. I was terrified of what I had done. "Uh," I stammered for a moment, trying to read Rod's face in the dark back seat of the car. "It's cool," Rod said. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine again. This time I tried to relax. It was him initiating it, not me. And it didn't mean I was gay. We were just playing around. But it was hard to deny the way his kiss affected me. My dick was rock hard and leaking, and I wanted him to never stop kissing me. "Is that good?" he asked. I nodded, not able to think about anything other than this man who had started to make out with me. He reminded me a bit of some of my friend's dads. The ones I was a bit wary of, because I didn't want to know them too well. Like as well as I was starting to know Rod. Before I could say anything more, Rod continued. "You're not the first guy I've kissed. And besides, you're super cute." It was the permission I needed to exhale. It had felt like hours, but it was probably less than a minute. In that time, I had kissed another man and then he had kissed me back. It had felt amazing. In my drug-fueled state, I didn't care so much that it was with another man. I just liked the feeling of connection with another human. Rod leaned back in. "You're fun to kiss as well." Our lips met again. This time, Rod pushed his tongue into my mouth and explored, before pulling back away from me. "What do you want to do, Jay?" Rod asked. He was naturally stern, but there was a genuine concern that was still present. "You need to be honest. With me, but also yourself." "I know," I said. I understood what he was asking. I also knew what I wanted to say; what I wanted to do. "I wanna make out with you. I want to feel your hands on me." There was no reaction from Rod, but I was scared again. I decided the smartest thing was to be quiet, so I shut up. "Good answer," Rod said. He wrapped an arm around me, and pulled him close to him. Our bodies pressed together, almost as tightly as our lips were pressed against each other. But it felt totally natural, like this was how two men were supposed to get to know each other. "Very good answer indeed," he continued, as his tongue explored my mouth again. Mercifully trapped in my shorts, my dick was hard. I knew there was a wet spot where the head strained against the fabric of my underwear. I didn't want to have to explain that to either Aiden or Rod. "You want to join us?" Rod asked Aiden. I had forgotten about Aiden. Now I felt bad; I had been making out with Rod, not even knowing how Aiden would react. I had no idea if it was revulsion or interest. I broke off the kiss long enough to turn my head. Aiden was watching us, but the smile was of genuine pleasure. "Not yet. You guys are having fun, and I'm enjoying watching you. Besides, we're almost there." I looked out the window. All I knew was that we were in the busy Hollywood downtown area. Even at nearly two AM in the morning, the streets were still busy with cars, and people were standing around the doors to restaurants and clubs. I tried my best to sit back up, and adjust my shirt. Rod had run his hand over my chest and down my stomach, messing up my t-shirt. He had gotten down to my crotch, and rubbed my dick just enough to feel how hard I was. "You're like me," he said, but didn't elaborate. In the dim light of the back seat, it was hard to tell if he also had a boner. We pulled into a hotel entrance. I was glad I had taken care of my t-shirt, because quickly a doorman and a valet came up. "Mr. Aiden," the valet said. "Good to see you again." Aiden handed him the keys, and stuck the ticket carefully into his wallet. It was already fat with cash; I tried not to stare as I exited the car. Rod was right behind me. Rod was almost too close behind me. Two hours ago, his closeness would have bothered me a lot. But after the past few minutes, I wasn't sure what it meant to me. It felt good to have a man like him so close to me, and it made me feel simultaneously safe and excited at the same time. I just wondered what the valet thought, but then realized he probably didn't even notice his clients. "This way," Aiden said, leading us through the front doors and directly to the elevators. He knew his way around the hotel, as evidenced both by the familiarity the valet had with him and his own familiarity with the floor plan. It was not long before all three of us were in an elevator, heading upwards. As soon as the doors closed, Rod pushed me against the wall, and started to kiss me again. He pressed his body against me. He was a little shorter than me, maybe about four inches shorter. He craned his head, and I bent over. It felt a bit strange to tower over him, even as he was being the dominant one. But, at the same time, his small stature only accentuated the seeming power he had over me. As his tongue pressed into me, I felt the sensation of his dick pressing against my thigh. Like me, he was stiff and hard. He had said I wasn't the first man he had kissed. I realized that he had probably made out with a lot of men. And he had fucked many of them. It was a disquieting realization, and I hesitated for a moment. But then his tongue ran against my teeth, and the insistent pleasurable sensations overwhelmed my head again. "Glad to see you like each other," Aiden said. "Bet you want some time to explore, don't you?" "Oh yeah," Rod said. "There's a lot for us to explore." "As long as you leave some for all of us," Aiden said. I had hoped he would explain what he meant, but the elevator dinged and the door slid open. We were on the 12th floor, not the top, but a respectable height. "Almost there, men," Aiden said. To our left was only one suite, and that was the direction Aiden turned. "Ready?" Rod asked. "I think I am," I said. "Not sure what to expect." "Pleasure," Rod said. "Expect pleasure. And fun. Lots of fun." "I hope so," I said. I gave Rod one last peck on the forehead, then he and I grabbed hands and walked out of the elevator. There was a tall black man at the door to the suite. From behind the door, there was some laughing and deep house music." "Here for Edward's party," Aiden said. "Oh, don't worry. I know you, Aiden Wolfe. You're welcome any time." He opened the door. The music was louder, but not by much. Most of it was a thumping base, enough to shake my body. Inside, I saw a number of men, ranging from guys just about my age to older dad types. I didn't see any women, but that didn't seem like a problem. All of the men were uniformly in-shape and good looking. Aiden had already disappeared into the crowd, but Rod was pulling me deeper into the tangle of men. Once we were in the thick of it, he turned around. "What do you think of it?" he asked me. "It's," I searched for the right word. "Interesting. I'm not as hot as these guys though." He leaned in and kissed me again. No one seemed to notice. "No. You are," he said, as he broke off the kiss. "Let's go to the balcony. It's a bit quieter." He took my hand, and guided me through the crowd of men. The room wasn't as big as I first thought, and although I originally thought it was a crowd, by the time we got to the balcony doors, I realized it was only about thirty or forty people. "This way," he continued. Out on the patio, we were alone. We faced downtown with the city laid out before us. It was like a scene from a movie, and if I looked down, I could see the busy street, while further away, all I could see were the street lights. Above us, airplanes made lazy circles on final approach to the airport. "Looks like it's just the two of us out here," I said. "Yeah," Rod said. "How are you feeling?" "Good," I said. "Really good." "Still horny?" Rod asked. He ran his hand over my chest again, dropping down to my stomach, and then to my crotch. I knew he could feel my erection. There was no point in lying to him. "Yeah. I am," I said. "I need to get off or something." I had turned to face him. He was smiling, and chuckled a bit. "Or something," he continued. There was a knowing smile on his face. He leaned in, and craned his neck up to meet my lips again. I didn't resist his approach. I didn't want to resist it. Even in the dim light of the balcony, it was clear just how handsome he was. Not only that, he also had years of experience on me. He would know what to do. He broke off the kiss. "Tell me when to stop," he said. "Don't stop," I said, as he put his hands under my t-shirt again, running his fingers through the light fuzz on my chest, and easily finding my nipples. I gasped in pleasure. "Please," I continued. "Don't stop." "Of course not, my boy," Rod said. Carefully, he lifted my shirt up and over my head, taking care not to disturb my glasses. He made it seem so casual and easy that I almost didn't realize he was starting to work on my belt. Another kiss, and I was distracted long enough for him to unfasten it and release the button on my jeans. They fell around my ankles, leaving me wearing only a pair of white briefs, now far too small to contain my erect penis and heavy balls. "What about the others," I asked. Even though it was a warm night, I shivered slightly under Rod's touch. I had never been naked like this before, and felt utterly exposed. "Don't worry about them," Rod said. He ran his hand over the bulge in my underwear. I was afraid I was going to cum just from his slight touch. "Just enjoy yourself." "Ok," I said, the goosebumps still covering my body. It was hard to tell which emotion was stronger: fear or excitement. "You're shivering," Rod said. He pulled off his own shirt, and added it to the small pile accumulating next to us. "Here," he said, pulling me against his body. His skin was warm, almost hot, against my skin. There was little more muscle and bone on his body. It was a totally different feeling from the girls I had played with; they had been soft and delicate and Rod was hard and strong. "So warm," I said. Sex with Rod was going to be rough, intense, and demanding. "Fuck," I muttered, as I pressed my body up against him. Less than two hours ago, I was flirting with a hot Asian girl, not even thinking about men. Now I was contemplating sex with a man I barely knew, and my dick was hard at the suggestion. "Yeah?" Rod asked. He ran his hands over my bare back, working his way down. His target was my ass; it seemed like the most natural thing for him to do. "You doing ok?" "Yeah," I said. "Just," I stammered. "This is all new to me." "It's new to everyone once. Just relax. And enjoy it." He slipped his hand under the waistband, and grabbed one of my ass cheeks. "I'm enjoying it." He pressed his crotch against my leg, and I could feel his hardness. He ran his free hand back over my bulge. "I think you are enjoying it as well." I was silent for a second, wondering what to say. I finally went with the complete and difficult truth. "Yeah," I said, "I am enjoying it." Before I could say anything more, he leaned in and kissed me, pushing his tongue back into my mouth. I let myself relax and enjoy it. It wasn't hard; Rod was a skilled kisser. He knew when to be tender and slow, and when to be more forceful and take what he deserved. This was one of the latter, as he pushed my tongue out of the way and explored my mouth. "I know. Not to first boy I've broken in." I was momentarily grateful for Rod's experience. He knew what to do, how to make it feel good for both of us. It was going to be hard to refuse him anything. I was feeling warm and tingly from his touch, feeling generous with my body and wanting to use it to please him. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but strangely familiar. It was a part of myself I had never experienced, but still very much me. If I was honest with myself, everything I was doing that day was easy to understand. It was the part of me that took furtive glances in the locker room. It was the part of me that wanted to feel Rod's shaft in my hands. It was the part of me that wanted Rod inside me. But, I didn't want to understand. Understanding meant that I had to think about it and work through all the possible options. I didn't want to have to use my brain at all. My cock knew what it wanted, and it was far simpler to follow its simple, infinitely pleasurable commands than to create elaborate yet ultimately unsatisfactory self-delusions against the perpetual pleasures of getting off. I reached down and undid Rod's belt. I looked down. He was wearing elegant, trim-cut dark grey dress pants. The belt caught my eye. The leather was thick. Far thicker than necessary for thin and elegant dress belt. Rod smiled at me, as we both realized that the belt signified so much more than just fashion or function. I wondered how much it would hurt if Rod used it against me. It was a heavy leather suitable for a fat, heavy daddy's belt. It deserved to be used against a young man's butt than to be stuck in a boardroom. I wondered how much pain it could cause if I ever made Rod use it in disappointment and shame for my actions. At the time, I only knew its uses instinctively. It would be much later that I would learn all of the details of the leather community. I remembered a picture I had on my computer, a woman on her knees, naked except for a belt securing her wrists together. In the picture, a man stood above her, with his thick shaft buried deep in her throat. I paused, realizing that tonight, I was playing the role of that woman. "Go ahead, boy," Rod said. "Finish what you started." "Yes," I said. "I understand." "Good boy," Rod said. The way he said it along with the smile he had made my dick jump. I looked down long enough to figure out how to unthread the thick leather strap from the buckle. The pants hid some of his arousal, but it was impossible for it to hide all of it. "Yeah, it's a bit stiff," Rod continued as I fumbled with the belt. I wasn't sure if he meant the leather or his dick. It didn't matter. I managed to undo his belt, unfasten his pants, and push them down, over the bulge in his light blue underwear. My own dick ached in sympathy with his. Both of our tools needed release; release from the confines of our clothing, and release from the pent-up sexual energy. I looked back up at Rod. He was still smiling at me. It was clear where this was going, and it was exactly what he wanted. He made the next move. He reached down and pushed down his underwear. His dick sprung free, sticking out from his body. It was one of the largest cocks I had seen outside of porn. Of course, I had only seen a few other erect penises in real life, most years ago as I had explored with middle school friends. Even by porn standards, Rod's dick was admirable in length and girth. Where my erection arched upwards, his hung down slightly. "Go ahead," he said. "Touch it." I hesitated for a second, then decided to take a risk. I reached out for Rod's shaft. I thought it was going to feel weird, reaching for another man's dick. But one I had made the decision, it seemed like the most natural thing I could do. "That's it," Rod moaned as my fingertips brushed against the warm and supple flesh. Like my dick, the outer layer of skin was soft, and moved easily over the much harder core. Finally touching it made me realize that looks could be deceiving. Rod's endowment was more than just admirable; it was actually quite big. I had never felt short-changed in the dick department, but compared to him, I just did not measure up. It was both the length and girth of the shaft; his cock hung down slightly because it had to. The simple physics between gravity and the flesh and blood that made up his manhood required the slope. "Have you ever touched another man's dick?" I nodded. I had, but it was so many years ago, and I was so young. "Yeah." I said. "In middle school. My friend Jack." "Did you just touch it?" I shook my head. "No," I said. "What else did you boys do?" "I," I started. "I. I sucked his dick as well." "Nice. So, you're an experienced cocksucker?" "Well. It was only once." "Only once?" Rod asked. I had only just met Rod. We had known each other for less than an hour, and he was pulling out some of my deepest memories. I hadn't told anyone what had happened that night. How we had explored each other’s bodies. How I had sucked on Jack's dick. How he had cum in my mouth. How I had swallowed it, and how, afterwards, he had called me a disgusting cocksucker. "Yeah, he moved away a few weeks later." "That was convenient," Rod said. "But still. I bet that means you've still sucked more dick than your roommate." Rod had an arm wrapped around me. I felt safe in his arms, safe enough to be telling him all of these things and still be playing with his dick. Even with the noises of the party coming out from the open doors, and the lights of the city spread out in front of us, it felt like it was just the two of us, sharing an intimate moment. Yes, it was an intimate moment between two men, but it felt so natural to me. This moment would be our secret. I didn't have to worry about anyone finding out, and it would just be this one evening. I wouldn't have to do it ever again. "I suppose you are right," I said. "Damn, your dick is big." At its core, it was a simple tube, evolved over millions of years to inject his semen deep into his partner. But that masked the complexity that even the slightest touch revealed. There was the soft, warm skin over the hard shaft. The beauty of his cockhead, and the drip of pre-cum forming at the tip. I didn't want to stop fondling it and playing with it. His massive cock was our toy, something we could share and use it to bring pleasure to him. "You like it?" he asked me. I nodded in agreement, scared at what I might say if I opened my mouth. "Look at how hard you've gotten in," Rod continued. With his free hand, he held it up, showing it off to me. "Bigger than mine," I finally said. "Don't worry about that," Rod said. He pushed down my white underwear, finally freeing my dick from its fabric prison. He stroked the length of it, pushing me to a full, hard erection. "It's more than big enough for me." He leaned in and kissed me. "It's a beautiful cock." "Thanks," I said, blushing a bit. We were now almost completely naked, our pants around our ankles, and our erect dicks sticking out in front of us. If Rod's cock curved up and mine curved down, they would have touched. But instead, they just barely missed each other. "Come on," Rod said. "Let's get out of these clothes." He took off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his pants in a smooth, practiced motion. On the other hand, I felt like an ungainly teenager again, fumbling with my shoes, then my socks, and finally nearly falling over as I tried to dis-entangle myself from my pants and underwear. If Rod had any thoughts at my awkward movements, he mercifully did not say anything. "That's much better," Rod said, pulling me back against him. We were naked now, and our touch was no longer accidental contact between two men. This wasn't the fumbling exploration with Jack, but the expert guidance of an experienced man. I wanted more; it seemed impossible, but my dick got harder. Rod felt it grow. "Much better," he continued. "How are you doing?" "Good," I said. "Really good." "You really haven't done this before, have you?" he asked me. There was no judgment in his voice. "No," I said. "Never." "Just let me know if you want to stop." "I will. But don't stop. So far, it's all good." This time, I took the initiative. I leaned in and kissed him. He opened his mouth and let my tongue enter. If I were honest with myself, I had occasionally stared at guys in the locker room, or wondered what a particularly handsome man looked like naked. But I had always told myself I wasn't like that. I had always dated girls, and enjoyed that. But now there was this. It was just as fun as fooling around with a girl. It was almost more fun. Plus, it didn't feel weird at all. It felt perfectly natural to have another man's erect penis pressed against me, and to be making out with him. "Good," Rod said. "I'm having fun too." We continued to kiss, oblivious to everything around us. If anyone from the party looked out on the patio, they would have seen us, naked, making out. But somehow, it seemed unlikely that someone would look at us, and even more remote that they would care. Aiden hadn't been bothered at all when Rod and I made out in the car, and I didn't think any of the other men at the party would be concerned either. "You've never had sex with another man, have you?" "No," I said. "As I said. Just sucking cock." "Still a lot of fun," Rod said. "And there's a lot we can do without even having sex." "Oh?" I asked. There was a devilish grin on Rod's face. "You need to show me." "Of course," he said. He was enjoying this, showing me all these new ways to enjoy a man's body. "Have you ever been rimmed before?" "Rimmed?" I asked. "What's that?" "I guess I know the answer now. Grab the railing. Bend over. Don't worry. I know what I am doing." I turned around, grabbed the railing, and did as Rod told me. In front of me, I could see the lights of the city, spread out like a twinkling beacon of a brilliant future.

Met a guy in the UAE - married and fucking hot as hell - kept his home with his wife but had another apartment for himself. Damn, what a hot top and loaded me sooooo much when we'd play - it's been three years now - miss that big hairy cock of his 'n his chest. Hot fucker.

I had already been doing it for a few years before I heard the term the first time. Like you I started out having sex in the pre-AIDS/pre-condom era. Around 1985, the safe sex message had permeated the environment enough for me to start using condoms in all sex. Within a couple of years, guys stopped worrying about them for oral because latex is nasty in your mouth. I got topped bare for the first time again in 1992 - it was Easter Sunday actually . After that first guy talked me into fucking bare again, I started talking tops into fucking me bare and loading me up. Fortunately, this was not hard to do. I moved to a new smaller town that fall. At first I went back to condoms because I didn't want a reputation in a small town. But soon I found that guys here wanted to go bare, too. In fact for a lot of these small town queers, safer sex messages had never really taken hold. By the time I heard the term "bareback" for the first time, I had been using condoms only on the rare occasion that the other guy insisted for years. I had not used a condom at all since 1995 or so. My thought was basically "thank goodness the rest of you are catching on." My feelings were essentially relief and excitement.