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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.

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.

So I know a 24 year old bugchaser who's coming into Atlanta the weekend of May 11th. He's still neg but he desperately wants to be poz. Trust me, he's hot....and your dick will get instantly rock hard when he begs for your toxic load. I'd like to throw him a little gifting party on Saturday, May 11. He's a huge bugchaser but not exactly a "take all loads" cumdump (yet, anyway ) so I'm looking for hot, fit POZ guys 18-45 or so (if you're smoking hot I dont think he would turn down a little older even--he's into daddies). Private message me if you fit what I'm looking for and I'll see what kind of party we can put together to load his (very sweet) ass.

We got back to Louis’ place and he threw a pizza in the oven. “Damn that was hot. Did you know that guy was watching us?” Louis asked as he lit up a joint. He took a big hit and passed it to me and I did the same. I laughed and said “Not at all. The first I knew anyone was there was when I heard the twig snap. I don’t know how long he was there, but he sure seemed to like it. We might have to ride back there next weekend and meet up… if you’re up for it.” His eyes were already a little glassy as he took another hit and passed it back to me. “He was pretty cute and had a nice cock from what I could see. Do you think he wants us to fuck him? Or…” Louis said. “Well, we know he saw you get fucked but I think he saw almost all of it. I got the feeling he wants to fuck AND get fucked though” I replied. I wondered if Louis was ready to be taking some random guy’s cock and load. “That would be really crazy fucking with a couple other guys outdoors like that. If you think it’s ok, I’d like to try it” Louis said. There was tinge of uncertainty in his voice that told me he wasn’t fully comfortable with the idea. I didn’t want him to do it because he thought I wanted to, so I let it drop to see if he would bring it up again. We killed off the pizza and we fell asleep on the couch before moving to his bed, the long day of riding, sex, pizza and weed taking their toll. Wednesday I sent Louis a message - “hump day. up for a beer?” A few hours later I got a reply - “yeah, I could use one.” I told him to meet me at Chaps, a well known leather bar in the heart of boystown. He didn’t seem to resist meeting there so I wasn’t sure whether he knew what it was or he didn’t care. I was there at five and already had a couple beers when he walked in. I could see him glancing around. While the bulk of the guys there were wearing just jeans and tees, with the odd leather arm or wristband, a few were wearing the namesake chaps or a harness. I heard my buddy Pat who was sitting next to me at the bar say “Holy fuck, look at that hottie” as Louis walked towards me. “Back off. He’s mine” I replied. I gave Louis a big hug and he realized that almost every eye in the place was glued on him and me. I may have gone overboard as I kept my hands on him all the time. I wanted everyone there to know not to bother hitting on him. I wasn’t being completely selfish, since I had already talked to a few buddies about heading back to my place a little later. Once Louis had a few pints in him I suggested a few of us go to my apartment. My buddy Tom offered his place since it was closer and only a couple blocks away. We finished our beers and Tom, Sean, Louis and I headed to the door. Once we got to Tom’s place, the three of us surrounded Louis and groped him from every direction. His clothes seemed to just disappear. Ours didn’t stay on much longer, either. Louis seemed to be a little confused. While I was giving him a lot of attention, Tim and Sean weren’t pairing up and they were giving Louis just as much attention as I was. Tom and I moved the coffee table out of the way and that left a large area rug in front of the couch to play on. When I turned back Sean had his tongue down Louis’ throat and was squeezing his ass hard. Tom and I went back over and we stood on either side of Sean. Tom worked Louis’ nipples, Sean had his ass and I was alternating between stroking his cock and rubbing my thumb over the leaking head. We were each different beasts. Tom was the tallest by a few inches, with a long blond pony tail that went to the middle of his back. His upper body was smooth but from the waist down he had a nice covering of hair on his ass and legs. Tom was slender and it just seemed to make his 9 inches of cock look even longer. It wasn’t thick, but it felt so good when he got all of it inside. Sean was almost the opposite. The buzzed dark red hair on the top of his head contrasted with the thick, bushy beard on his face. His body was thick, muscled and covered in fur everywhere. Sean’s cock was “Six and thick” as he liked to say. He wasn’t kidding either, it really stretches out a hole. While he was good at opening a guy up to take it, I liked him to be the second, third or fourth guy in me when we fucked. Tonight, it would be Louis experiencing it though. Sean and Louis finally came up for air and all three of us pushed Louis to his knees. I heard him mutter “Oh fuck, as he looked at the trio of dicks in front of his face. He started with mine and sucked for about a minute before Sean guided his mouth over to his cock. Louis struggled to get more than half of it in, trying to open his mouth wide enough. Sean grabbed Louis’ head and shoved in until his face was mashed into his pubes. I knew from experience that Sean had gotten used to teeth scraping on his cock since few guys could open wide enough. When Louis pulled off and gasped for air, Tom took advantage and pushed his cock in next. It took a few seconds but I heard Louis gag as Tom’s shaft pushed into his throat. Tom held him there, letting Louis get used to a cock deeper in his throat than anyone had ever gone. I was surprised how well he did but I wanted him back on my cock too. I cleared my throat with a loud “Ahem” and Louis moved back to my dick. He alternated like this for almost a half hour until my patience wore out and I needed to fuck. Louis was sucking Tom and I kneeled behind him and pushed him forward. Tom moved back and sat down on the couch behind him and Louis never let his cock out of his mouth, moving along with him and I with him.

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

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!”

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.

Wanted to get this down as it’s still fresh in my mind (and the load is still fresh in my ass). I’d been chatting to a guy on Grindr, he told me he likes to fuck bare, so I was keen to meet and told him I wanted to ride his raw cock until he came in my ass, so he suggested meeting this evening. He’s not necessarily my usual type being quite chubby and covered in tattoos, but I hadn’t had a bare cock in ages, and even longer since one came in me. Anyway, got to his house and went to his bedroom where we started kissing pretty quickly, and we got undressed. I told him I wanted to get fucked in my jockstrap, which he was happy to oblige, but when he took off his underwear, I wasn’t quite prepared for how big his cock was going to be! He’s a short guy (only about 165cm), but had this absolutely massive dick, that was just so thick around!! I struggled to swallow it all the way to the base, but eventually managed. Before I knew it though, I was on my back and he was rubbing his cock against my ass. He was liberal with his lube, luckily, and he managed to work his way in until he was balls deep. He started to fuck me, but, even though I’m a total bottom, I have a really tight hole and had to get him to pull out for a minute as he was just so thick! I probably should have used some poppers... We kissed for a while, before he tried again, and this time I was able to take him pretty easily, my ass having been pre-warned as to the monster dick I was about to take! He started off fucking me slowly, with small strokes, but almost immediately started to hit my prostate, making me feel great! Then we changed to me riding his cock, which again, was just a great position and I was able to ride him for a while before he wanted to change positions to doggy. So i got on my knees, arched my back and just sucked up his cock into my hole as he fucked me, and it wasn’t long before he came a little! He was still hard though, and wanted to keep going so he started to really pound my ass, and he fucked me hard until he came again, shooting a massive load really deep inside me. After that we lay back for a while, and we kissed, before asking if I’d like to try some of his toys, which I was happy to try! I’m not a big toy user, usually, but decided to start with his lengthy dildo, that must have been 12 inches. He managed to work it all the way into me, and it definitely passed my second ring, which felt great! It was the first time that had happened to me, and a bit of an unusual sensation but one i think I could get used to. Then we moved onto a vibrating prostate stimulator, which he used on me for a while before switching up to a glass dildo, which felt fucking amazing!! He was stimulating my prostate like crazy! After a short while, he got on his back and I stood up above him while he used it on my hole, fucking me with this glass dildo like crazy, so much so that all the cum he had planted deep within me started to leak out and land on his chest! And the sensation! I was in ecstasy! He gave me an orgasm without me actually cumming and it felt awesome! I was actually weak legged after that and had to stop, even though i hadn’t actually cum myself. However, that didn’t stop him from cumming one last time, making his total three times this session. Fuck it was intense!

I love cummy kisses. I also love kissing a guy on the lips or licking the back of his neck as I’m seeding them. Drives most guys wild, begging for your hot cum! Oink!

Dad’s Basement Part One OFF LIMITS !!!! That’s how it always was, no one had access to the basement except Dad. Growing up I used to imagine that he was a mad scientist and it was his laboratory where he conducted hair raising experiments. As I got older, my thoughts changed - was it his private gym - he was built, but I knew he went to a gym early in the morning - hell I even went with him quite a few times. My mind always wondered, but I never had the chance to go down —— until now. Here it was my eighteenth birthday, I was home alone, which was the norm since Mom ran off with some man she met on the internet when I was starting my teen years and has not been heard from since. It was when I was heading to the kitchen to get my breakfast, that I saw it. The basement door was open, not wide open, but just enough to know someone could go down there. Stomach be damned, my curiosity was strong than my hunger at this point. I had to see what was down there. “Dad, are you home?” I yelled. No response. I made my way to the laundry room, which accessed the garage and saw that his truck was gone. My stomach groaned - not from hunger, but nerves. I made my way through the house, looking for my Dad. I wanted to make sure I was home alone. I was still scared of getting caught in the “forbidden basement.” He was no where to be found in the house, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t hiding some where. Fuck I can’t believe I would think that my own Dad would set me up. I had to make sure. Grabbing my cell, I dialed Dad’s number, he quickly answered after one ring, was he waiting for this call. Was this a set up? “Morning Squirt, what’s up?” he said. Squirt - the nickname he knew I hated, yet called me that when it was just the two of us. “Dad, do you want me to do the yard today?” I asked “It’s your birthday and you want to do yard work? We can do it this weekend, together. Any more silly questions or can I get back to my work so I can be home on time?” he replied. “Yeah, are you coming home early or what, like you said it is my birthday.” “Right now, Squirt, it looks like normal time. Got any other pressing questions?” “Nah, I’m good” I replied. "Bye, Dad.” I hung up and quickly made my way to the basement door. In my mind I expected it to be closed and locked, thinking it was all a trick of my mind. Without knowing it I held my breathe as I made my way to the door, only to slowly release it seeing that the door was still a jar. Nervously, I slowly pushed the door open, exposing the darkened stairs which lead to the mysterious basement below. I squinted my eyes to see if I could see anything in the darkness below. Nothing! That first step was the hardest, I had always known I was not allowed down here, but with finding the door opened I could not help but break the rule. I felt the way to see if I could find a switch to illuminate the mystery, nothing. Another what the fuck? I slowly descended the stairs until I was at the bottom. The nerves in my stomach were twitching so bad that I thought I was going to throw up. I was frozen to the floor, as my hands explored the walls, searching for a light switch. It wasn't long until I found one. I closed my eyes and flipped it, as I thought “let there be light.” At that moment, I wondered if this is really what I wanted. Did I want to know my Dad’s secret? I slowly opened my eyes, finding the room flooded with a red light. The walls were darkly painted and if I were to guess they were black. There was symbols painted on they walls with phrases under them. The one that was the biggest and stood out the most was a circle like symbol, that I had seen somewhere before, but did not know where, and had the phrase under it that said “TOXIC FOR LIFE” Else where there were sayings like “no load refused,” “Seed belongs in holes,” and “gifting is the way” - and more. I didn’t under stand. I slowly moved inwards, noticing a leather pad hanging from chains in one corner, two padded “saw horses” in the middle of the room. What the fuck is this place, I thought. It’s not a gym, because I have never seen equipment like this. As I made my way back, I saw that tucked under the stairs was an open shower area, with white tiles and three heads and two drains. I still didn’t understand. I passed out of that room and into another. The room was painted just like the other, with more phrases. The only different was the symbol, this time there was a huge scorpion on the wall, freaky as shit and ugly as hell. Under the big scorpion was shelves with little brown bottles on them, as well as what looked like plastic bottles filled with a clear liquid. I racked my mind trying to figure out what this shit was and what it was used for. From where I was standing there was a darkened opening to my left and one to my right, leading off to who knows where and what. Being adventurous, I went to the left, it was dark inside so I felt my way. I bumped into the a wall in front of me, but felt an opening to my right, so I turned and continued. I bumped and turned many times again. Shit this was some kind of maze. I panicked, I tried to remember which way I turned and went. What if I get trapped in here and Dad finds me here. I turned and moved, finding relief when I found the opening to get out. I have to be more careful. I discovered nothing with that adventure, so I decided to head to the other opening I went across the room and into through the other opening to find a wall blocking me, but with openings on the left and right. I went left only to find that this lead me to a room with another wall that went completely across the room. I walked to my right keeping a distance from the new wall with my hand on the wall that I first came to. I saw that there was three holes in the wall, which allowed light to come through. I gathered my courage and crossed the room to the middle hole, to discover that the hole came up to about my crotch. I slowly squatted down and looked through the hole - only to see the outside door to the left, which was letting in the light from out side through the frosted windows. I didn’t understand any of this. I went back out and look around the big room again, I failed to notice more shelves holding more brown bottles and plastic squeeze bottles. In each corner was a TV, hung high near the ceiling. As I got back to the stairs, I realized there was another opening on the wall with the light switch. It was still dark inside, so I reached around inside trying to find the new room’s light switch. A musty smell invaded my nostrils, rousing my curiosity, as well as my cock. Why was I turned on by this smell. Moments later I found the switch and found this room was a locker room. The lockers formed a square in the center, yet none were on the outer walls. Entering I found why. There were hundreds of used jocks nailed to the wall with pictures under them. The jocks were stained, some a bright yellow, some creamy, some very dark yellow. I lifted one of the jocks to look at the picture. It was of a naked man who’s cock was hard as a rock, my guess the owner of the jock. I lifted the picture up, to find a name, date, and what looked like a code - numbers mixed with three letters in the middle. Looking around I could see that three walls were almost covered with jocks. The fourth was bare. At this point I wanted out of the basement. I had so many questions, yet I found that I didn’t want to seek the answers to them. Switching off the lights I made my way I back upstairs, climbed them and put the basement door like I found it. My mind was racing - what the fuck was that shit downstairs and what did it all mean. Confused, I wanted answers, but again I didn’t. Was I really suppose to see this? Did Dad make a mistake? I went to my room, grabbed my laptop, determined to find out what all this was, even if it took all day. I logged in and had an email from my Dad pop up on my desk top. It’s subject line was “BASEMENT” - I forgo my searching to read this. It read: Squirt, I left the basement open for you today. It is time you found out what the secret is. It was after your call that I knew you were going to head down there. So here is what I do down there. I SUCK DICK, GET MY DICK SUCKED, FUCK ASS AND GET MY ASS FUCKED. I can only put it bluntly. Yes, son I am a faggot, cocksucker, or if you want me to be pc - I am gay. I built the basement as a sex club for men like me. We get together as much as possible to have sex. There is a sling hanging from the ceiling, fuck benches, a maze with glory holes, and a glory hole wall to suck cock from people not in our “Club.” I have well stocked it will lube and poppers (you snort to get a rush - not drugs), the TV’s are for porn. I am sure you are wondering what are on the walls. Son, we are a Poz Fuck Club, each of the members is HIV positive and each man enjoys passing his strain to others. We do not let loads of cum go to waste - we swallow and we breed. The jocks and pictures are of men who had been converted by our club members. I know this may shock you, that your Dad is a toxic cock slut, but after discovering what you were watching on line, I thought it was time for you to know, learn and maybe join in (this part makes my cock hard) Don’t be embarrassed - I want you to be open about sex even with me. I will be open with you. We will talk more when I get home. Happy Birthday Son Love ya, Dad I read the email over and over. He knew what I watched on line. I was so scared that if he ever discovered my secret, it would either scare him or anger him, not turn him on. I needed to talk my mind off him and the basement until he got home. So I headed to the living room to watch movies until he got home.

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

I think you've illustrated my earlier point: the problem is that guys state what they want: "...all my control taken and just used..." without saying what they are prepared to bring to such a group to help others achieve their goals, which is what this is about. With too many takers and not enough prepared to give as well, the group won't work. I think that's why you get closed "groups of friends" that arrange things between themselves. The two I've been involved with have one 'lead' guy who decides who's invited and organises the group. Getting invited is a matter of being recommended by an existing member. If you engage with the group and have a compatible attitude then you get invited to the next one. As an aside think about online profiles - is a profile that says what you have to offer more likely to get responses than one that says what you want? Maybe both? A.x

Dad’s Basement - Part Two I spent the day on the sofa, half watching movies to take my mind off what I saw in the basement and the other half thinking about it. I would catch myself playing with my cock through my shorts when my mind wondered to the basement. The thought of Dad and his buddies fucking and sucking seemed to leave my cock harder than I had ever before experienced, and the thought they were (I imagined) playing in the basement even while I was sleeping upstairs somehow made the vision even more enticing. Still, one would have thought I would have heard my Dad come home, or at least the garage door go up and his diesel truck pulling inside, but nope: I was lost in thought, my hand inside my shorts wrapped around my hard cock when Dad's voice awoke me out of my day dream. “Wow, Son that’s quite a greeting for your old man!” Dad said when he saw me. “Dad!” I yelled, slapped back to reality and jerking my hand out of my shorts. “Anything interesting happen today, Son?” Dad asked coyly. “Well, let’s see. I found out that my Dad likes cock - every which way he can get it, has a sex club in our basement, and likes to spread his disease to others,” I said. "Other than that it was a quiet day.” “Yeah Son, I am a pig, a toxic pig, who loves to give into the most deviant sexual pleasure imaginable, and I am not ashamed to do.” “It’s okay Dad, I think it’s hot.” “Hot, huh? Like when you spy on your old man and jack your cock as I shower or stroke my cock in bed?” I had to smile as I nodded 'yes'. “It’s okay Son. I have no issue with any of that. Fuck, it was a turn on knowing you jack your boy cock watching me,” Dad remarked, adding “See?” I looked down at the front of his jeans, his hard cock was straining against the denim. I stood up, which allowed Dad to see my shorts were tented by my own very hard cock. “Does knowing what we do in the basement turn you on, Son?” “Definitely, Dad.” “Good, but I need to know if the full range of our activities turns you on, or is there some component of our sessions leave you uncertain or even afraid?" “The HIV component, Dad, scares me, yet it also excites me," I had to acknowledge. “Most boys your age have those mixed emotions. After conversion (or infected), sex becomes uninhibited, free from restraints of safety. That’s what we do in the basement: fuck free. There are times when we meet just to help a man break those restraints and become free. Understand?” “I think so. You take men who are not carrying HIV and give it to them?” “Yes. Some take it willingly and some don’t. Some want it and some don’t know they want it, but still get it.” As he gave this explanation Dad was rubbing his cock through his jeans, which rendered me even more excited. Our conversation was turning both of us on, and in fact I am fairly sure I could see his cock pulsate, even through his jeans, particularly when his palm caressed the his cock head. “Do the jocks and pictures nailed to the wall represent all of the men that you have infected?” “I didn’t infect them all, Son, but yes, they do represent the men who were infected by a member of the Club. That's our trophy wall It reminds us of who is carrying our virus.” Without thinking I started rubbing my cock, mimicking what Dad was doing to his. His eyes darted down, watching my hand. “Drop them Son,” he ordered. "Show Daddy.” Blindly obeying, I hooked my thumbs in the waist band of my shorts and pushed them to my ankles, where I stepped out of them. Standing upright again, my cock jumped up and down, finally resting pointing in front of me. “Grew up nicely there, Son,” Dad commented as he kicked off his work boots, unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles, stepping out of them. Standing straight up, he put his hands on his hips, allowing me access to view his crotch, this time with out spying. His cock was hard as a rock, pointing outward just like mine, but that is where the similarities stopped. His cock was at least nine inches long and almost as thick as a beer bottle. The head was massive and veins ran up and down it. I found myself wondering how I had managed to overlook these amazing details when I spied on him. His nut sac was smooth and hung low, with one ball higher than the other. When I looked up at his face there was an evil grin on it. “You like looking at that cock, Son?” I nodded slowly. “I like you looking at it.” I was mesmerized. The cock that made me was not six feet away, obscenely pointing at me, teasing me, and all I could do was to stare and slowly stroke my painfully hard cock. “That’s it Son, stroke your cock for your Daddy.” I watched as he bent down, slid his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pull out one of the brown bottles. Dropping his jeans, he moved to my side, his cock and balls bouncing with each step. My mind was focused on his cock and balls, so huge. He unscrewed the cap on the brown bottle, positioned it under one of my nostrils, pinched the other closed and urged “Inhale deeply, Son.” I did as he instructed, still stroking my boy cock. He switched nostrils and repeated his instruction. Again I complied. Almost instantly, I felt like I was flying, the sensations of my stroking intensified and my heart raced. My breathing was heavier. Dad’s hot breathe in my ear urged “Touch it Son, you know you want to. Feel the cock that made you!” I slowly moved my hand over to his cock. The closer I got, I could feel the heat rising from his dick. I closed my eyes and wrapped my fingers around it. It was hotter than I expected. And harder. Instantly I shot my load, out in front of me and unto the floor. “Good boy” Dad said with a smile. “I think you are ready for more. Let’s go to Daddy’s shower, Son. I have so much more to teach you before you join us in the basement.” He took off his shirt as he headed down the hall, his furry cheeks bouncing as he walked away. I pulled my shirt over my head and followed, like a little puppy.

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

Part I I wasn’t always a piece of garbage. I once had been brought up in a nice conservative, middle class household and was track for a college career and a nice job someday into the future, but being a true-born trashy Asian slut I couldn’t resist the temptation of the pipe. It started out with weed, buying by the gram and smoking out of a bowl, escalated to buying ounces and taking monster hits out of grav bongs, then I would hop in my car, recklessly drive to a stranger’s house, and let him fuck me. Anything to get some dick, I didn’t care who it was, but I liked daddies and middle-aged men the most. Daddies are so much hornier, the way they touch your skin with their coarse, hungry hands. Then one day I was smoking with a 42-year-old daddy before we fucked. He was a big guy, about 5’11”, a little guido-looking with his hair gelled up, deep spray tan, gigantic muscles, and shades. He was wearing a tight black wife-beater, tight white pants, and flip flops. He pulled out a glass pipe and asked, “You into T?” “What’s that?” I asked, ready to try any drug he was about to offer. “Ever heard of crystal meth?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and shaking a little bag of white shards in front of me. I stared at it hungrily. I had tried molly and ecstasy before, but meth was a trashy drug, a drug I pictured wasted, twisted lowlifes smoke in trailers. I had never known it was even around in the area. “Hell yeah,” I responded. I was already high as I ever was, barely able to respond to his questions, but I snorted a line of coke a few minutes ago and was wide awake. My breaths were getting heavy and slow and I was getting tingly sensations all over my body. Hell I was horny. He took a small straw and measured out a few small crystals into the pipe. Little did I know how much and how potent those few shards actually turned out to be. Daddy showed me the ropes. “Here, hold the pipe to your lips and just tilt it sideways. I’m going to light and wait for the crystals to swirl around in the bowl. I’ll tell you when to start sucking.” He lit the lighter and held the flame just below the bowl. A few seconds passed and swirls start forming, getting thicker, until the bowl was a cloud of smoke so thick it was almost yellow. “Suck slowly, let it stream in through your mouth,” he instructed. I let the smoke trickle into my body, but it didn’t stop. The thick white smoke wasn’t thinning, so I sucked just a little bit harder. A rush of chemicals (it smelled like it) smacked me, but he gently held my face and told me to stay on the pipe. I sucked, and just coughed the T out of my nostrils. Finally, I left the pipe and sprayed the room with a brilliant cloud of thick white smoke that hung over our heads. “Fuck yeah, you cheap cunt,” Daddy growled. “You’re gonna get tweaked out tonight.” He himself took a small hit. He was saving it for me. He had plans for me. I took four more big hits, then he repacked the bowl and torched it, casually sucking in more smoke than I imagined possible. He grabbed me by the hair, pulled my lips to his, and shot gunned it into me. My head was spinning from the weed and the meth, and my skin felt like my whole body was meant to be penetrated in any way possible. I was unbearably horny. I had worn tight denim shorts that sagged below my g-string and a spaghetti strap cropped to my chest to reveal a small 4-pack. “Feeling good?” he asked. “Feeling dirty,” I purred. I crawled onto his bed dangled my head over the side. Guido Dad didn’t take off his pants, simply unzipping the fly to unleash a massive 8 inch meat rod with a giant thick head. I had prepared for this, with a painfully large butt plug crammed in my ass on the drive here. “You ready for this? My little slut?” He lit up a cigarette and slid his cock down my throat. It slid clumsily over my tongue, far too big for my mouth. The head was larger than a large strawberry. He pulled my mouth open and went deeper, resting the head until it just tickled the back of my throat. I slurped my tongue frantically along the top, trying to lick at the delicious head. He grabbed the sides of my face and slowly fucked me as I slurped his dick. It ached my jaws, but it was worth it. It smelled like his musk, and there was a light amount of hair around the base of his dick. After a few moments he would take out his dick and pour some water down my throat; my mouth was getting dry from the high. My mind was blown, the meth had opened up a nirvana for me while Guido Dad’s dick was pounding my throat and face until I gagged and spluttered thick globs of saliva over my face. This was what I was meant to do. I thought I had no purpose in life, but this was it. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and fed me a little more water. By now his dick was slobbering wet and drooping threads of saliva over my face. He smelled of fresh cigarettes, it was incredibly sexy. The room was spinning as I lay there panting, my face covered in his sweaty hairy balls. My face and chest felt hot and my heart was pounding quickly. “Fuck you, you’re just a hole, aren’t you?” He grumbled. “You live at home with Mommy and Daddy, boy?” “No,” I gasped, globs of spit flowing from my open mouth, down to my cheeks, and sticking onto his balls. “Good, cuz you’re not gonna see them for a while. I have bigger plans for you,” he grunted. He looked so hot in that wife beater. His face looked sadistic, like he was taking pleasure in seeing how much he’s degraded me with just ten minutes of deep throat. “I’m not gonna let some hungry nineteen-year-old pussy go to waste like this.” I was OK with that. I was ready to sign myself over to him to be his whore, his property that he can use and rent, a place where he dumps his loads. His dick was now rock hard, a magnificent club of meat, a deadly sperm gun. He emptied his little bag into his silicon lube, shook it up, and started liberally applying it to my hole along with motor oil. “After I fuck this trashy little butt, I’m going to make a few bucks off of you,” he grunted. “But I’m not going to do it without your consent. If you want me to be your pimp daddy, it’s for life until I’m done with that hole. If you agree to this, there’s no turning back. I own you, and I’ll drug you up with meth, pot, poppers, and crack everyday, and you will serve any man who needs a pussy. I’ll make sure you’re black-out high every minute you’re awake. I’ll have you gangbanged in motel rooms, take a quick load in a public bathroom, tied up in bathhouses, maybe even parties here. You are a worthless, trashy, tweaked up cumdump, and you know it. So what do you say?” My head was spinning, and the moments between blinks started feeling very long. Holy shit, I was flying. “Hell yeah,” I moaned through my sloppy wetness. He grinned like a devil. This guy was a bad man, alright, but everything he said was true. I knew why I was put on this earth now, and he was going to guide me to my ultimate goal: to just be a fuckhole, that is what boys are meant to do for men, and that is all I’m worth. “Before I wreck that little slit permanently, I’m gonna reward you for your answer,” he said. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a dirty sock and a bottle of Maximum Impact, sprayed it, and slammed it over my face. A rush of chemicals was flooding into my system, and all of a sudden there was nothing. I ass was on fire, desperate for cock, and I moaned under the sock as the impact continued to attack me, funneling sluttiness into my blood. I had blacked out and my eyes stared into nothingness as Guido Dad removed the sock, and I could barely hear I was so tweaked out and fucked up. I could see him prepare a syringe above my head, but the room was spinning so fast, I couldn’t focus on it. I felt a sudden tightness on my arm. “Flex,” he commanded, and I responded, and he tied a belt around my bicep. I heard him moving around me and slowly inserted the needle into a large vein. I felt the prick, but my body was so relaxed I didn’t even react. I felt it take back some blood, then go deeper, deeper, deeper...

Yesterday I hung out (for the second time) with a really interesting man I met on BBRT. We were having a great time talking, but then he decided he really didn't want to wait any longer to fuck me. He undressed me, put me on the bed, undressed himself and then kept eye contact with me as he pushed his cock inside me. He kissed me as he bottomed out feeling so good balls deep in me. He fucked me in a number of positions, several with me trying my hardest to flex back onto his cock more, and came four times in me without once pulling out. They were my fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh lifetime loads. I absorbed them all. I need more. So much more.

Size disparity. I think it's hot watching a guy who's 6'5" nail a guy who's 5'6".

I am a former porn star as well. Someone mentioned Victor Cody, he is the one who contacted me on BBRT and asked if I would do a film. I was truly flattered. I agreed. My porn name is TxHarleyJames. Did two films (which Victor Cody produced)for Mature Gay Dvd's . 1.) The handyman (which can be seen on Xhamster) also here is part of the opening clip below -bareback . 2.) Special delivery (which trailer can be viewed and purchased on Silverdaddies.com in the market place. Bareback

sorry guys that this has stagnated for so long but i had some crap in my life to deal with...so we're back Meanwhile Duke was giving the oriental a kid a lesson in taking a big black cock down his throat, even though the chinks eyes were bulging Duke knew that the boy had done it before, he pulled his dick out leaving the lad gasping, a quick slap across the face brought Hiro round as Duke spat in his face “stop pretending you fucking slut”, Hiro looked up in genuine fear knowing he’d been found out “please Sir, please don’t tell Carlos”, Duke appraised the small Chinese boy and the bruises over his body “you’ve obviously fucked up before, I know Carlos he don’t mess up the merchandise unless they deserve it”, the boy lowered his head “please Boss, please don’t tell I’ll do anything”, Duke smirked “anything?”, the oriental nodded tears in his eyes “yes Boss”. Hiro bounced up and down on Dukes cock his hands tied behind his back, trying to keep his cunt tight round Dukes big dick as Duke’s big hands held him round the throat, as the Oriental boy rode Duke applied pressure bit by bit, the oriental boy was scared, he could feel it starting to get difficult to breathe as he rode the big mans cock. Duke relished the fear on the chinks face as he applied more pressure, his thumbs were pushing harder now, hard enough for bruising to start to form. Up and down Hiro went, his brain was struggling now, he felt light headed, his movements were slowing, Duke noticed and spat in the boy’s face “keep fucking riding slag!!”. Hiro was riding limply now, he could hardly breathe as Duke used the hands round to boy’s throat to keep him bouncing, the kids face was bright red, his lips with a slight bluish haze, and then he blacked out. Duke chuckled as he let Hiro fall to the floor, he stood up and looked at the bruised oriental lad whose neck was slowly turning a pretty purple, he checked the boy was still breathing, not that he gave a shit he knew to Carlos that boys were just merchandise. Duke fisted the unconscious boy, his big rings still on, literally ruining the sluts cunt for good, then with great pleasure he held his dick and pissed a nice long stream of acrid piss over the out of it boy, he tucked his dick into his shorts before giving Hiro a kick with elicited a moan. Satisfied he lit a cigar wandering out of the room to find Carlos and Ted. Duke was still horny and in a need of a good fix, as he walked into the viewing room, I turned to him “what you been up to?”, Duke sat down taking a mirror from Carlos and snorting a few lines “well Ted I’ve just had a bit of dull time with that useless oriental slut”, I roared in laughter as Carlos’s face turned red, he put my hand on Carlos’s arm “hey chill, you said he was crap”, Carlos laughed “true enough” Duke finally took a look at what was going on behind the two way mirror, Brutus was still getting his massive knob licked by Ryan, he took a brandy from Carlos “friggin A!!”, just as I pulled out Bobby’s phone laughing “now let’s see who else we can get once Bobby makes his debut here”

i've written this one elsewhere, but it fits here too. When i did a stent at a hospital in Virgnina, there was a cruisy park on a river with this bridge. At sunset i'd stand in the center and pretend to be bent over the rail looking at the water. When i would see a guy step onto the bridge from either end , i'd lower my shorts just enough to show a little ass for him to see when he walked by. If i felt him pause or thought he was looking, i'd subtlly lower them a bit more to encourage him. Can't count the number of times a guy would come over to me, wordlessly pull my shorts down the rest way, slide his cock in and breed me right then and there, then walk off after unloading leaving my loaded bare ass. Sometimes others would see and take their turn. With all the wood work and at dusk it's hard to really see what's going on on the middle of the bridge unless you really look. Enough to wonder if you really saw what you thought you did? But was long enough to pull your shorts up if you saw someone coming from a distance, so even if they saw you, there'd always be a question: "did i just see two guys fucking?" lol, was very hot

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.”

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.

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.

Part III “Aw fuck! I’m filling your guts with my cum... right! NOW!” the trucker growled loudly enough for everyone at the rest stop to hear. He was a big-bellied man who wore his cap backwards and had a long, scraggly beard. He stank of piss, beer, and cigarettes, and he fucked me with a thick, long, toxic-looking rod and had dumped my ass with a flash flood of cream. “Alright, I’m next,” said one of the two cute jocky college-aged guys. “Wait man, me too,” the other one said. They were both high as hell I could tell. One of them was tall and had long skater boy hair. He grabbed me by my hair and smacked my face with his rock hard, leaking dick. Then he forcefully clutched both sides of my head and thrust his dick into the back of my throat, making me gag and splutter. The other one was shorter but heavily muscular. He roughly grabbed my ankles and ripped my legs apart like he was opening a Christmas gift. He jammed his cock into me with ease; it had already been opened up by a couple guys and heavily lubed up with cum. The night was silent but for the sounds of the highway, my muffled moaning and gagging, and the smacking sounds of the guy’s balls slapping against my ass every time he pounded me. I was being rented out as a quick pump n’ dump behind a highway rest stop for anyone with five bucks in their pocket. I was on my back, legs in the air, and was being pounded against the wall. Giovanni stood with his back to the wall smoking a joint and collecting money. It was over eighty degrees outside and past 1 AM. “Oh, fuck! I’m cumming inside you bitch!” grunted the guy who was fucking me. With that, he unloaded another load of cum in my ass, and at this point I was overflowing. Cum was leaking in a steady stream out of my ass and down my crack. The other guy pulled outside of my mouth and came onto my hole, then pushed it in with his finger. “Last guy plug him back up,” Giovanni said as he finished. My head was spinning from copious amounts of crack, meth, and weed Giovanni had supplied me in the car on our way here. He made sure I never stopped smoking on the 20 minute drive here. I was pretty much blacked out but would phase in every once in a while in the middle of being fucked and it felt so fucking good. The last guy crammed my giant butt plug back in my ass to keep the cum from trickling out, but my ass was so full some of it still leaked. “Get dressed,” Giovanni said, grabbing me by the hair and lifting me up to my legs. I hurriedly pulled up my board shorts (that’s all he allowed me to wear) and when I stood up I could feel thick, warm streams of cum run down my leg. The men who fucked me were getting into their cars and driving away. Giovanni was wearing a mesh top and a speedo, which meant we were going to the baths today. I crawled into the passenger’s seat of his car and felt the cum from my ass soak through the back of my ass onto the leather seats. Giovanni handed me a loaded syringe and two blunts. “It’s a long way to the baths, cumwhore.” I lit up a blunt and we passed it between us; I greedily left the syringe for right before the baths. I wanted to be freshly high out of my mind and flying before I let any guy with any cock fuck me in the sex clubs. I had spent the entire day tanning by Giovanni’s pole in my g-string smoking T, so I didn’t look gaunt, but I did have bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. Giovanni found a parking spot a block away from the bathhouse and I gave myself the slam in the car. There were no cops on this street; it was deserted except for the twisted fuckers at the bathhouse. We walked to the entrance. It was a basement venue, with a red neon sign flashing above it. Guys in harnesses and leather chaps were smoking cigarettes outside. “Yo, Gio! Fresh meat? Let’s go inside, boys. We’ve got fresh cumdump tonight,” one of them said hungrily to the others, grabbing his crotch as they all followed us in. My slimy ass perked at the thought of all those lustful, probably poz men pumping me with their cocks.

Part II I felt heat spring to the tips of my fingers, roar up my chest, and slap me in the face as he removed the tourniquet from my arm. Suddenly, I ran out of air, and I panicked, coughing madly and too fucked up to recover. I felt like all the blood in my body was rushing to my asshole. I felt hot, insatiable. Guido Dad, who told me to call him Giovanni, slammed himself too as I adapted to my new, unbelievable high. I was in pig heaven. Giovanni bent down above my head. I could barely see his face; his shades were still on. He rolled up a large wad of spit in his mouth and spat it all over my face. “Alright, trash. Get on your back and open those legs like the fucked up slut you are,” he commanded. I eagerly leapt to the back of the bed, lifted my legs in the air, and opened wide. I dug my fingers into my ass cheeks and pulled them apart as if to beg for his dick. “Daddy, please,” I moaned, hazy from the drugs and having been starved from dick up until now. The Maximum Impact had hit me hard, and I still had unbelievable amounts of THC in my system in addition to the T. “Fuck my hole. Shred my pussy. Knock me up with your daddy sperm!” He took a final puff from his cigarette, ashed it, and climbed onto the bed. His white pants were so tight they showed off every giant muscle in his legs. His thighs and calves were chiseled beyond belief. He took off his flip flops to reveal deep tan lines on his feet. His chest was enormous, hovering over my body. He removed his shades. His pupils were heavily dilated from the drugs, and he looked at me coldly, like I was just some fucked up twink he found at the baths and is about to breed behind a dumpster. He spat on me again, and I groaned, my face now covered with a thick, sticky layer of both of our spit. “You want this cock slutboy? You want this giant meat abusing and tearing up that tight little Asian pussy? Tell me how much you want it, and maybe I’ll be good to you,” he said, grinning. “Fuck my pussy! Tear me apart! My body is just a hole for you, I want you to fuck me until my body expires! Just fuck me!” I practically screamed. My ass puckered as he applied more T-laced lube in and around my ass, then on his cock. “Stupid bitch. I was never going to show you mercy,” he laughed as he rammed his cock into my ass. I yelled in shock and sheer pleasure, my toes uncurled and my feet were fully flexed. My legs bucked at the impact of his cock. Giovanni was horny alright, and I was proud to be the hole that would drain him of his cum. “FUUUUCK!” I yelped, and he thrust slowly a few times, letting my ass muscles quickly loosen around his giant meat. Then, he began to pump. He grabbed my ankles and spread them as wide as possible, as if he was trying to open up my hole as he ripped through it. His cock was so big and thick it felt like it filled every air space in my ass. “Oh! Yeah! Fuck! Me! Just! Like! That!” I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head as Giovanni consummated his ownership of his new whore with brutal, loveless fucking. I moaned and gasped with each thrust as he went deeper until I felt like he was striking my stomach, but I was so high on drugs it only felt incredible, not even slightly painful. I didn’t know I could take a dick so big so deep. He would frequently spit on me as he rammed me. This was worlds better than any fuck my boyfriend has ever given me. “You like my tool, bitch?” “Y-Yeah,” I gasped, as he slowed his pace. He kissed me, not affectionately, but like a wolf licking his prey. Then, he pulled out completely, leaving my asshole puckering hungrily for a millisecond, before shoving the full length back in. His dick had marked my hole as its own, and he fucked me indiscriminately of how I felt, even though I was practically immune to pain and drowning in my tweaked up bliss. “You ready for my load, bitch?” he asked, his thrusts starting to get faster. “Hell yeah, seed me daddy! Fill me with that hot daddy load! I want your sperm in my blood, make me your FUCKING SLUT!” I roared as he lifted his leathery face to the ceiling and howled with pleasure as he squirted load after load in me. At first I didn’t feel it, but I knew he was cumming because of how he rammed his throbbing dick deeper than I imagined possible. Then, after maybe his fourth squirt of thick cum, my ass was flooding with his load, and it felt completely warm and sticky on the inside. He pulled out, a giant, thick, string of cum so thick it was almost yellow dangling off from the tip of his dick and sticking to the surface of my ass. I tightened my ass, holding in what felt like a pint of cum as he groaned and fingered me, licking wads of cum he managed to plunge out of my hole. “Get some rest, bitch,” he said, handing me his bong and my weed so I could wind down from the drugs. He didn’t bother cleaning off his dick and zipped up his pants. “When you wake up, I got more fun for you.” He reached into his drawer, pulled out a large butt plug, and crammed it into my ass. It felt wide at the bottom, but it was easy to take compared to his dick. He was keeping my ass lubed up with his cum for my next fuck.

I have been posting accounts of my real life experiences in raw and party sex on a number of different sites... sites that seem to come and go, while this site carries on faithfully. So I finally said to myself, why don't you just post on your favorite site and call it done? So, I will do so. I grew up in New York from a 4th-Generation New York City family and it appears I was just born a kink pig. My first masturbation fantasies at age 10 were of playing sex games with four other of my male friends all at once. It helped having a six-years older brother who let me peruse his porn - at that time in the 70's even straight mags like "Penthouse", "Hustler" and "Oui" had naked men with the women in at least two spreads of every issue. Perfect for this budding homo... and my bro is kind of a straight version of me. Back when I was 16 and 17, he and his girlfriend would get me into Studio 54 with them, then they'd head to "Plato's Retreat" (a STRAIGHT sex bathhouse/club) while I hit the baths or a porn theater before we'd meet back up at a chosen time to go home. It was awesome being gay and a teenager in NYC in the late 70s and early 80s! A funny note, my bro is still in damn good shape at 54, and SO jealous that my partner of 22 years has no problem with me playing with other guys when he is busy or working (and vice versa), but my brother's wife would NEVER consider the same for him playing with some other women... pity... Anyway, for some reason, I've always been adventurous at and about sex and have tried just about everything I could in my 49 years so far, and am trying to get to the things I haven't done YET... I seem to have been blessed with the lucky combination of an almost eidetic memory (runs in the family, not anything I did...), a very active libido even now, and an exceptional writing teacher just around the time when she could interest me in the written word and show me I could actively enjoy writing all sorts of things... so its fun to combine them all and write out some of the wild times I've had over the years, allowing me to relive them, and hopefully having others enjoy them. If you've seen me post them elsewhere, please forgive! I'll start posting each experience in individual posts, starting this evening with a few.

It was the winter after I turned 18 when, right before Christmas, I came down with the flu. I dreaded going to the doctor, but my Mom insisted, getting me an appointment on a late Friday afternoon. She was supposed to drive me there, but she telephoned, saying she couldn't get off of work. So somehow I drove myself. A little bit about me. I'm 5' 6" and weigh maybe 145 pounds. Blonde hair that's just about shoulder length. And hazel eyes. Being small older men loved me but none had fucked me yet because they didn't believe I was 18. So off I go to the doctor. I had scarcely walked through the door of the doctor's office when a wave of something hit me - leaving me feeling like shit. Even so there was paperwork to complete, so by the time the nurse came to lead me back to the examination room to get my vitals, the waiting room was empty. After the nurse had taken my blood pressure, temperature, and other routine tests, she remarked "The doctor will be with you shortly." Perhaps five minutes later HE walked in. Dr. William Bell. Six feet, seven inches and perfectly lean, salt and pepper hair. In his mid 50's. My type of man. I was hard instantly. Dr. Bell told the nurse she could go ahead, that he would lock-up, Dr. Bell and I chatted for several minutes until the nurse left and Dr. Bell asked me to undress to check for any abnormalities. I was slightly embarrassed because my cock was hard and I was leaking precum. Dr. Bell didn't pay any attention as his hands poked and prodded at my body. Dr. Bell then had me lay back on the bed and put my feet in the stirrups so he could check my prostrate. I thought that was kind of strange considering anybody could tell I had the flu. But he was a doctor so - well, whatever. I felt somewhat vulnerable given my ass was exposed, but at the same time I was still turned-on. Dr. Bell then startled me, asking if I had ever had anything in my ass. "No," I replied. He responded with a big smile as he murmurred "Just relax," inserting his index finger into my ass. I was so excited and nervous that I didn't notice Dr. Bell hadn't pulled-on a glove on to check my prostrate. As his finger entered my ass my load exploded. I was beyond embarrased, but to my surprise Dr. Bell didn't remove his finger, but rather inserted a second finger. He then scooped up my cum and fed it to me. Before long I was hard again and moaning like a bitch in heat. I noticed a couple of times what felt like him scratching inside my ass. It hurt slightly but the pleasure was far greater than the pain. After a few minutes Dr. Bell inserted a third finger in my ass really opening me up. After Dr. Bell had my ass where he wanted he lowered his pants. I nearly fainted at the size of his cock. It was a full nine inches long and as thick as a coke bottle. I also noticed a scorpion tattoo but I didn't know what it meant. He told me he was going to really destroy my immune system. Positioning himself at the foot of the bed, his cock aligned with my ass, and for better or worse before I could object to the prospects of that monster entering my ass, Dr. Bell shoved his cock all the way into my hole. I all but fainted from the pain. When I came to Dr. Bell was fucking my ass with a steady, powerful rhythm. It started feeling really good and I didn't think about asking about a condom, reasoning to myself "After all he is a doctor so what could happen?" My own cock was now hard again and I was on the edge of having another orgasm. After a few more minutes Dr. Bell really picked up the pace and was fucking me like a man possessed, so it wasn't surprising when Dr Bell let out a growl and unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum in my ass. This sent me over the edge and I exploded all over my chest. Kissing me hard, Dr Bell said "In two weeks I want to see you again." He also inserted a butt plug in my ass saying he said he would call me when it was time to remove it. Oh, by the way, Dr. Bell did indeed write me out a prescription to combat the flu. He also said "Welcome to the club," but didn't elaborate. Nearly two weeks have passed since I saw Dr. Bell, and I am still down with the flu. I can't wait to see Dr. Bell again and find out why.

A lot of guys want me to fuck their partner while they just watch. At first I found it strange. Now it kinda turns me on.

These are very good tips! I'll definitely keep them in mind... Thank you!

Wow, that's hot.

I feel the same way about being fucked and bred by real dads. The instinct to inseminate and create progeny in every fuck hole is one I'm happy to encourage. Especially if it means getting a pent-up horny dad cock fucking up hard into my cervix forcing my womb open for that fertile baby juice.

Not into kissing. Need to take cock and shoot loads. Kissing is a turn off for me.

In the gay community we have condom nazi's who think porn is supposed to be safe sex because it's where some gay boys get their sex ed. While that might be the case porn is not educational it is entertainment so fuck them it should be bare. But they keep trying.

As one who has 8 body piercings it’s a lot of fun you can have with them in BDSM and the look when you pull out your dick and they see the PA is priceless.

Part 90 - College Tour It was Saturday morning and he had been putting off talking to his parents all week long and now he had run out of time. Ric had rehearsed what he was going to say since he woke up at 6am. He put on a t-shirt and shorts and went downstairs for breakfast. After finishing off his food he looked up and said “I’m going to have to make a decision on which college to go to in the fall really soon. Is there any chance we can go visit the one in California? I’ve already been up to State and those are my top two choices.” Both of his parents looked back at him, unsure what to say. His dad was the first to speak. “Well, I suppose I could cash in my frequent flier miles to fly out there…” Before Frank could finish he was interrupted by Ric’s mom “Are you sure it’s a place you would want to go to? It’s a long way from home and you couldn’t come back here easily if you’re homesick. We would only see you for the holidays. Do you know of anyone else from your class that is going out there?” Ric hesitated, not sure how he should answer since it might create issues. “I know one person that is going out there. I know its a long way away, but I think the program out there is a lot better and without a bunch of my friends there I wouldn’t be as distracted. Over half of my class is going to State.” “When did you want to go?” Frank asked. “I was hoping to go late next week since I need to decide by the end of the month” Ric replied. “That’s awfully short notice, Ric. We can’t just drop everything at the last minute and go running off to the the west coast” Ric’s mom said. “Well, we don’t all have to go. I can probably take a day off next week and if we fly out Thursday night and come back Sunday, then we will have 2 days to tour and get as much information as we need” Frank said. Ric’s mom scowled at Frank. “I could go by myself…” Ric started to say and was immediately cut down with both of his parents saying “NO!” emphatically. They made the plane reservations and got a hotel and car. Ric was excited all week long and couldn’t wait for Thursday to arrive. He sat in the window seat and let his dad deal with the middle seat on the plane. Ric slept most of the flight and they finally made it to the hotel at 11pm. When they walked into the room and Ric looked around. Two queen beds, a small flat screen TV, a desk and a little seating area filled out the standard generic hotel room. Ric dropped his stuff on to the bed by the window and dug out some boxers from his bag. He changed as his dad looked on. “What?” Ric asked as he noticed his dad staring. “You’ve seen me naked before, as a baby and when we’ve fucked.” “Yeah, but I still enjoy seeing your body” Frank said as he rubbed his crotch and then took his shirt off. “Would you rather see me completely naked?” Ric asked. “Actually, yes, I would. You can sleep in my bed too. Your mom isn’t around” Frank said. Ric laughed. “You horny old man. You just want to fuck, don’t you?” he said. “I was hoping. I still like your cock the best” Frank said. “Well, I’ve never had yours except for that one time I sucked you” Ric said. He let his boxers fall off and bent over to pick them up, showing his ass to his dad. He grabbed the small toiletries bag from his suitcase and went into the bathroom. His teeth brushed and his ass cleaned out, he came out a little while later and smiled at his dad. Frank went in and prepped for bed and came out to find Ric laying on the bed closest to the door, stroking his cock. There was a bottle of lube and bottle of poppers laying on the bedstand next to him. Frank crawled on the bed between Ric’s legs and licked up Ric’s shaft. “God, I’ve missed this” he said before he pulled the foreskin back and licked the head. Frank sucked deeper and deeper, flicking his tongue under Ric’s shaft. Ric let his dad go for more than 15 minutes and then pushed his dad’s head up and flipped around, crawling under his dad. His mouth was wrapped around Frank’s cock and as soon as he started sucking, Frank resumed sucking on Ric’s pole. Ric often wondered where he got his large cock from, since it obviously wasn’t his dad. Frank had a decidedly average cock, a little under 6 inches and not very thick. It was easy to suck and take all the way down. His dad, was struggling to get more than three quarters of Ric’s cock in and gagged as his cock tried to push into his throat. Ric got some spit on his finger and started playing with Frank’s ass, easily getting inside. He noticed that Frank was no longer as tight as when he first started fucking him. He added a second finger and felt his dad moan around his cock. Twisting and finger fucking, Frank’s ass knew what was going to happen and kept opening up. Ric’s mind was scheming and he decided he was going to turn the tables on his dad. He sucked a little longer and then pushed his dad off. Raising his legs, he pulled them back, exposing his hairy hole. “Fuck it, dad. Fuck me like I have fucked you” Ric said. Frank looked back and was startled at hearing his son. He had never attempted to fuck Ric, though he had fucked many guys since that time with Dave and Ric had re-awakened his gay sexual desires. In many ways he had let Ric become the Alpha in the family and definitely when it came to sex. But if Ric wanted his dad’s cock, he would have to do it. He grabbed the lube and pushed Ric’s legs back, dripping some lube above the hole. He jabbed the tip of his cock into Ric’s pucker forcing some lube inside. He dripped more on his cock and rubbed it in while Ric held his legs back. Slowly he pushed in, feeling Ric’s pussy suck his cock inside. Frank’s eyes got big as he penetrated his son for the first time. He looked down and Ric smiled back at him. Frank pumped in deeper until he was all the way in and then started to go faster. He kept looking at Ric’s face to see if he was going too hard or fast, but Ric seemed to be in a state of bliss. He pushed Ric back on his shoulders and started driving his cock in as hard as he could. He wondered how many guys had fucked Ric and if he was as good as them. Ric seemed tight so he assumed that most of the time Ric was using that huge cock to fuck most of his partners. Ric looked up at his dad and the concerned look when he first pushed in had now become contentment. His dad was a decent fuck, but much quieter than most of the guys he had been with. He worked his ass muscles over Frank’s cock and started grinning at his dad. “You like fucking your son?” Ric asked while reaching up and tweaking his dad’s nips. Frank slammed in hard, ground his hips and replied “Hell yeah I do.” “You like pounding that toxic dick into me? You gonna breed my ass?” Ric egged his dad on and got fucked harder in return. “I bet you wish you were the one that pozzed me instead of Dave” Ric said, squeezing his ass one more time which caused Frank to shoot his load. Frank was breathing heavy and sweating as the last pulses from his cock shot more cum into Ric. After a long pause, Frank looked at his son and said “No, I could never do that.” “In a way you did, since you hired a poz escort. It might not have been your cock and cum, but you set me up.” There was a short pause and Ric continued “It’s not a bad thing, dad. It changed my life in a million ways. I’m not the guy that stays in the back, out of the way anymore. I like who I’ve become and the guys I’ve met. And yes, I pozzed some of them” Ric said. Frank stood there, not sure what he should say or do. He leaned back and his cock slipped from Ric’s cum filled hole. In a daze he laid back on the bed, still staring at Ric. Ric rolled forward on to his knees and looked at his dad. “And now, I’m gonna breed you again. We gotta keep you potent as fuck for all those business trips you go on. You been pozzing the customers?” Ric asked as he slid himself between his dad’s legs. His cock head was covered with precum under the foreskin, so he spit down on Frank’s ass and then worked the mixture into his hole with the exposed head. “No, never customers. Guys cruising” Frank said as he felt his hole get stretched open. He had only gotten fucked a couple times by Ric since he converted and he really missed how it felt inside him. Ric pulled back and added more spit before he thrust in again. Frank’s hole struggled to open up and take his son’s cock. He reached over and grabbed the poppers and took a few hits and felt his hole open up. Ric felt it too and drove his cock in all the way. This was a new experience for Ric. Every time he had fucked his dad before it was doggy style. Now he was looking down at him with Frank’s legs spread and pushed back. This was a position he liked. He liked how it made him feel dominant and he could see the expression on a guy’s face when he was breeding him. Sometimes they knew how toxic the load they were about to get was, sometimes not. Ric took his time and drilled his dad who seemed to be enjoying the big cock inside him again after a long break. He could feel his dad’s load slowly dripping out of his ass as he fucked. It dripped down his balls and legs while his hips rocked back and forth, plowing his dad’s pussy. He stared at his dad and said “You want this? You want more of my dirty seed?” Ric asked while thrusting harder “Yeah, breed me Ric. You own my hole. Give me that poz load!” Frank said, getting more excited as he talked. Ric started to grunt and slam harder into Frank’s ass. This was the first time they fucked where they didn’t have to be quiet. “Yeah, gonna recharge that ass. Gonna make my bug even stronger…” Ric said as his cock erupted. A half dozen spurts pumped into Frank’s hole while Ric stared into his dad’s eyes. They were both covered in sweat and their breathing was labored. After a few minutes, Ric slowly pulled out and fell over on to the bed. His cock was still pretty stiff and covered in a layer of cum. His dad turned his head and said “Thank you Ric. You’re the best son a guy could have.” They laid there for about 20 minutes cuddling and then got up and showered together. Both went back to the bed naked and laid down, pulling the sheet over them and soon both were passed out. Ric woke the same way he fell asleep, his dad spooning with him and Frank’s arm over him. This time Frank’s hard cock was nestled between Ric’s ass cheeks. He rubbed his body up and down and Frank woke up from the gentle encouragement. Frank rolled Ric over on to his stomach and continued to rub his cock over his ass for a minute before he pushed it down and it snared Ric’s hole. Most of the cum from the night before had absorbed into Ric’s body, but there was some left and with a little spit, that was all that Frank needed. His cock slowly drove into his son’s ass and he was laying on top of Ric. His hips rolled and he began to fuck Ric’s hole. The strokes were short and he wanted more, so Frank lifted himself up and started thrusting longer and harder. Ric’s moans encouraged him even more and the two bodies were bouncing on the bed. Frank’s balls started to tingle and he knew he wouldn’t last more than a minute or two more. He held off as long as he could and then collapsed on top of Ric and let the cum shoot. Each throb of his cock pumped another shot of poison into Ric’s cunt. Frank growled as he came inside his son and then kissed the back of his neck as the last few drops emptied into Ric. “Thanks, Ric. I used to love fucking first thing in the morning and I can’t remember the last time I could” Frank said. “That was hot. I bet you never fucked mom that hard” Ric replied, realizing that he might have crossed a boundary between father and son as soon as he said it. There was a long pause before Frank replied “Ahem, uh… Let’s get cleaned up and grab some breakfast before we head over to the university.”

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

I've been infected twice in the last year, twice over the course of 150 or so fucks. I suppose I can't complain. The problem, however, is that when they get me, they seem to pile it on. The first time I tested positive for gonorrhea and chlamydia, and the second time I tested positive for gono, chlamydia, and syphilis. Given the very limited incidence versus the number of encounters, it tends to suggest that I'm getting infected by a single individual each time, rather than getting one STD from one guy and another STD from someone else. Takeaway message: There are probably some "Typhoid Mary" types out there who simply do not get tested or treated, and keep on racking up infections and spreading them. In some cases, it's possible that the guy may not be aware, since some STDs can progress without symptoms, but if a guy's going to bareback anonymously, he should be getting tested regardless of whether he feels symptoms or not. And yes, it's a nuisance. The antibiotics that nail gono and chlamydia are not the same as those needed for syphilis, and antibiotics won't do diddly against viruses. PrEP won't save you from HPV, Hep A, Hep B, Hep C, or herpes. Get the vaccinations for those STDs that are available. Also a nuisance: I haven't been fucked in three weeks and can't do a thing about it, because I absolutely refuse to risk anyone else's health. Masturbation and dildo play are NOT an acceptable substitute.

The next morning, I waved goodbye to my mother and got to the sauna about an hour before opening. Bill was behind the desk doing some paperwork. “Morning Timmy.” He said. I could hear some banging and clattering down the hall. “Got some guy’s in to fix the showers. One of the cubicles has a leak.” He said, typing something on the computer. I undressed, hanging my clothes in the cupboard behind the desk, and feeling the excitement grow as I got naked. There was a crumpled pack of lube in the locker. With shaky hands, I squeezed some onto a finger and smeared it over my arsehole as I’d been told. When I turned round, Bill had dropped his trousers and pants and was stroking his erection. “I hate doing these accounts,” He said, pulling me over to the counter. “Somehow they never seem to add up. Bend over, there’s a good lad.” I bent over the counter and he got behind me, still looking at the screen. Slowly, he slid his cock up me and begun to fuck me. “That’s better,” He said. “How’s your mum today?” “O..ok.” I gasped as he worked himself towards a climax. “That’s good….tell her I said you’re doing a good job, will you?” He thrust faster, then suddenly grunted and I felt his cock throb as it spurted. When he was done, he slid out and wiped it with a tissue and then returned to the screen. “That’s better.” He slapped my arse in appreciation. “Now go and see if the guys doing the shower need a cup of tea.” I got up and used the dirty tissue to wipe my backside, then went along the corridor to the shower area. There were two guys working there – almost like laurel and Hardy. One was short, fat and red-faced with filthy jeans below a belly bulging below his t-shirt and the other was wearing t-shirt and shorts and had hollow cheeks and skinny arms and legs They barely looked up when I appeared naked in the doorway. “Would you like some tea?” I asked, my cheeks red with embarrassment at being nude in front of them. “Mac? Time for a break?” said the skinny one. Mac nodded. “Two sugars for me. Jack here takes just milk.” I went off to the kitchen and made a couple of mugs of tea. When I returned, they were standing looking at the shower. “I think you’re right, Mac. Looks like that crack at the back is the problem.” Mac nodded, scratching his fat arse through the jeans. “Put them over there.” said Jack. I went and put them on a table. “What’s your name?” asked Mac, unzipping the fly below his bulging belly. “T..Timmy.” I replied, mesmerised as he pulled his jeans open and dug out a long, thick cock, rolling the foreskin over the head as it grew erect. “That’s the problem with these places,” Said jack, lifting off his t-shirt and dropping his shorts. “They don’t look after them like they should.” His cock was long and thin like him, and I noticed the veins standing out on his arms and legs. Mac also removed his t-shirt, exposing a huge scorpion tattoo which covered his pudgy shoulder, and a floppy belly above his glistening cock. Jack sat down on the sofa and rubbed his cock as Mac bent me forward until my face was in Jack’s crotch. I took his cock in my hand and began to lick the salty tip, noticing his dry, scaly skin and a couple of sores on his thighs. “well,” said Mac, getting behind me and resting his belly on my back. “That just means more work for us!” He thrust his cock into me, and I gasped at its girth which stretched my hole wide before sliding home and I felt his heavy balls slap against mine. Jack idly rubbed my hair as I sucked him whilst his partner fucked me with short, urgent thrusts. “Nice hole on this one.” He said to Jack who just grunted in acknowledgement. “Timmy wasn’t it?” He leant forward and whispered in my ear, his bulky body on my back. “Mmmm.” I replied, my mouth full of Jack’s cock.” “Well, Timmy. Here comes my dirty cum. Bill said he wants you knocked up!” With that, he gave a loud gasp and thrust hard into me and I felt his cock twitch and cum, twitch and cum. “Fuck, that was good!” He grunted as he levered himself off me and pulled out. “Hurry up, Jack, we’ve got work to do.” Jack raised my head, turned me round and pulled me down. His long, thin cock slid easily up me given the lube and two loads in my rectum, and I found myself sitting in his lap, impaled on his cock. “Crouch up a bit.” He said. I put my hands on his thighs and lifted myself so he could thrust up into me from below. “Dirty bastard” Laughed Mac. “Look at that cum dripping out!” He was right. As Jack’s cock fucked me, cum and lube dripped out and smeared his balls. Meanwhile, Mac had dressed and was on his knees fixing the crack. He looked over his shoulder and said. “C’mon Jack, I need a hand.” Jack grunted and snorted and then I felt him trembling as he added his spunk to the mix in my arse. Then he pushed me off and used and old towel to wipe himself. They ignored me, drinking their tea and discussing the shower as I wiped myself on the old towel and went back to reception on weak legs.

for a disgusting whore like you i would fuck you from behind,facedown ass up, hands cuffed behind your back with a plastic bag over your head and tied up tight with a belt around your throat

thats one of the reasons guys like to choke me with a belt too. so they can get me on my hands n knees and whip my ass then wrap it around my neck and fuck me doggystyle without moving me.but some guys like the hands on feeling of squeezing my skinny faggot throat and feeling me trying to breathe as they strangle me unconcious while fucking me lol

Part 4: Disowned and Owned My Mom had gotten worried because it was so late and I wasn't home yet. I had arrived at the medical office at 4:30 P.M., and, in glancing at the clock, was shocked to see it was now after 10:00 P.M. Involuntarily I remembered the old saying "Time flies when you're having fun." Apparently it was true. Standing next to my Mom was Dr. Bell's nurse, Michelle. The appearance of Michelle and my Mom made it fairly Mom, concerned about my absence, had reached Michelle, who, guessing I was still at the office, had instructed Mom to meet her at the office so they could check to see if I was still there. And, of course, in the process of searching for me, Michelle (apparently deliberately) let my Mom into the office, knowing Mom would likely discover her little boy taking poz cock. I wasn't embarrassed in the least, in part because the look on my Mom's face was priceless, and Michelle was grinning with uncontrolable glee, all but salivating at the scene. It took Mom several minutes to pull herself together, but when she did, true to form, she was a drama queen, exclaiming "You're no son of mine! You're on your own. I don't want to see you again!" Before I had the opportunity to digest her declaration Dr. Bell spoke-up saying "That's just perfect as I was about to invite your son to move in with David and me," stepping forward to take me in his arms. The venom of Mom's declaration rendered moot, I was fully prepared to through gasoline on the fire so I gave Dr. Bell an intensely deep and passionate kiss, followed by exchanging a similar kiss with David. As I hoped, Mom was utterly disgusted with our menage a trois, storming off in an impressive, if pointless huff. Looking forward into the immediate future I thought "Excellent. I have my own life to live." After Mom left, the four, (yes, including Michelle), sat around chatting. Dr. Bell asked her if she would draw my blood for the lab. Agreeing readily, Michelle skillfully drew the samples as I luxuriated in bliss, and when she was finished and had prepared the sample for the lab testing firm, Dr. Bell, David, and I dressed, and as everyone was hungry, the four of us went to Dr. Bell's house, Dr. Bell and David in one car, and Michelle and I in her car. Dr. Bell's house was only about 15 minutes distant from the medical office, and enroute Michelle and I had a wonderful talk and she said she would help make sure I was taken care of after my results came back. I asked her as to my chances of becoming poz, and she replied given all the cum and blood in my ass, the prospects of seroconversion were excellent. Upon hearing this I actually had an orgasm in her car without even touching my cock. My second no-hands orgasm of the night. Michelle, realizing what had just happened, smiled broadly saying she thought I would really enjoy living with Dr. Bell and David. As we arrived at Dr. Bell's house I was in awe. The house was huge. As Michelle prepared a meal for us Dr. Bell gave me the grand tour, in the process identifying my room, after which all four of us convened in the kitchen where Michelle was in the process of putting a meal together. "Michelle, would you mind taking this young man to the store tomorrow morning? He needs a new wardrobe." Before Michelle could reply I replied "Dr. Bell, I have very, very little money, and can't afford new clothing. Somehow I'll have to get my stuff from my Mom's house." Dr. Bell looked at me with an understanding look, and replied "Don't worry about the cost. Oh, and if you're comfortable with the idea, David and I would be pleased if you would simply address me as 'Daddy'." I was definitely comfortable with his proposal, and, returning his offer with a wide smile, answered "Thank you, Daddy." With that Daddy again kissed me, leaving me with the feeling I had truly come home. Our kiss ended, David and I wandered off to the living room as Daddy and Michelle finished-up the meal preparations. Seated on the couch, David and I found ourselves making out, and as we did so David commented with a sly smirk on his face "It's gonna be great having you around, if only 'cause there will be plenty of sex to go around." Grinning, I knelt in front of David, unzipped his trousers, and pulling out his cock went to town on it. When fully hard, I stood, dropped my own trousers, and rode his cock. We tried to be reasonably discreet, but were unsuccessful. As I bounced up and down, my moans became increasingly pronounced, and by the time David unloaded his cum deep inside my ass, Daddy and Michelle were staning in the doorway watching the show. As I gave David a deep 'thank you' kiss, Michelle told Daddy that appeared I would be a son. Daddy agreed. As I climbed off of David's cock Michelle said dinner was ready and I sat at the table nude as cum oozed from my ass. As we sat through dinner we talked about everything under the sun. Once we were finished everyone was ready for bed. I then realized Michelle lived here as well. So each of us when off to his (or her) respective room for a good night's sleep. Crawling into bed I smiled, fully aware how fortunate I was to have landed on my feet. The night flew by and before I knew it the morning had arrived. Michelle awoke me with the announcment "It's time to go shopping." It was 7:00 A.M. I tried to argue with her that it was too early but I lost the argument. So at this point my new life officially began.

Part 3: The Revelation Dr. Bell joined David and me sitting on the bed, revealing both David and he were HIV positive. I was shocked. Upset. Pissed off. But more than anything I was dumbfounded. How could Dr. Bell do this to me? I had so many questions running through my mind. I will admit the fucking was fantastic. But still. I asked Dr. Bell why he hadn't used a condom? He said that he honestly thought I knew after seeing his tattoo. I told him I didn't know that it meant he was poz. Dr. Bell explained to me that I was likely poz now myself. That would explain why I still wasn't over the flu. As I paced around the room taking everything in I noticed the more I thought about it and how it happened the hornier I was getting. This didn't go unnoticed by Dr. Bell and David. Dr. Bell then said something else that blew me away. David was Dr. Bell's son, and Dr. Bell had knocked-up David. This revelation only added to my horniness. Well hell chances are I'm now poz myself so I did what any horny bottom would do and presented my ass and mouth back to Dr. Bell and David to use. Neither of them wasted any time. David shoved his cock down my throat and Dr. Bell attacked my ass. I was being spit roasted by these handsome studs. My own cock was creating a puddle of precum underneath me. I couldn't say anything with my mouth full of cock but I was definitely showing them I wanted more of their precious cum. Dr. Bell was the first to cum and I swallowed every drop of cum he shot down my throat. He had me continue sucking his cock after he cum and to my amazement he didn't go soft. A minute or so later David said he was cumming and he shot his toxic cum inside my ass. His cock, like that of his father, remained hard. David and Dr. Bell changed places and continued spit-roasting me. I was so cock drunk that I paid no attention to my own cock. I was now addicted to taking poz cum. Dr. Bell announced he was going to cum and this sent David over the edge at the same time. As each gentleman fed me his cum, I exploded without ever touching my cock. As I was coming down from my post orgasmic bliss I heard a blood curdling scream followed by the shout "What the fuck are you doing?" My mom was standing in the doorway.

Part 2: Dr. Bell and the Male intern Two weeks had passed and once again I had to drive myself to see Dr. Bell. Honestly I was glad this time because I needed to be fucked again. I showed up at the medical office around 4:30 and noticed his nurse wasn't there but a rather handsome male intern, who's name was David. The bulge in his pants left me wondering if David liked my looks. Leading me down the hallway to an exam room, David took my vitals while awaiting Dr. Bell's arrival. Now, let me describe David. His eyes were baby blue which enticed me to loose myself. He was six feet, two inches, neatly trimmed brunette hair but no facial hair. Oh, and he had muscles like a Greek god. For a few minutes I actually forgot I was sick. Normally young guys do nothing for me but I was hoping David would somehow fuck me sometime in the near future. After David asked me for the third time how long I had been sick because apparently I was lost in lust I broke out of my trance and answered him, adding an apology for having missed his earlier questions. David was sweet and laughed it off, suggesting I must have had something or someone on my mind. I blushed. How right he was. About then Dr. Bell walked in and looked at my vitals, commenting I'd find this visit to be special. With that he asked me to undress. With David in the room I was a bit nervous, but both Dr. Bell and David assured me it was fine, as David was 'like Dr. Bell'. I interpreted this as meaning David was, like Dr. Bell, gay. I quickly got undressed and they did the same. My first though upon seeing David naked was fuck, he is hot, but my real focus was on his cock. While perhaps not quite as large as Dr. Bell's, it definitely wasn't small. I'd estimate it at eight inches, obviously uncut, and obviously quite thick. His cock was already leaking precum and I couldn't wait to taste it. I noticed David had a scorpion tattoo but I still had no clue what it meant. Dr Bell then asked what would I do to pleasure both of them. "Anything you desire, Dr. Bell," I immediately replied. "Well, David hasn't cum since getting his results which has been over a month ago, and I know he would like to share his load with someone who would absolutely poz-itively take it without question." I didn't catch how Dr. Bell emphasized the poz part and I said I would love to have him cum inside my ass. A big smile came across David's face and Dr. Bell led us both down the hall to another room which contained a bed in it. Dr. Bell had me get on all fours on the bed, and David sat on the bed in front of me, presenting his eight inch cock to my lips, as Dr. Bell got behind me and started working on my ass. I opened my mouth and started licking up all of David's precum. I also noticed Dr. Bell was scratching up the inside of my ass again while he fingered me. It hurt again but I didn't say anything because I wanted to worship David's beautiful cock. After several minutes of Dr. Bell fingering my ass he slowly this time worked his glorious cock in my ass. It took Dr. Bell a few minutes to work his cock all the way up my ass but once he was all the way in I relaxed and he slowly fucked my ass. I was in heaven. I took my time on David's cock and since Dr. Bell was taking his time I managed to deep throat David's cock. This went on for a while and David had me stop a few times because he was close to cumming. My own cock was making a big mess on the bed from my own precum and when Dr. Bell picked up the pace and really started fucking my ass I lost it, shooting six big wads onto the bed as simultaneously my ass tightened up around Dr. Bell's cock, causing him to blow his load in my ass. After Dr Bell finished he withdrew from my ass, gave me a light slap on my butt cheeks, advising David it was his turn to to fuck me. David and Dr. Bell switched places. David immediately rammed his cock up my ass, but as Dr. Bell had really opened me up well, David slid in easily. As I started enjoying his fucking I turned my attention to Dr. Bell's cock and I noticed there was blood on it. I gestured to the blood, and seeing it, Dr. Bell commented it was okay, that a little blood was only natural. With that I calmed down, cleaning his cock with my mouth while David enjoyed my ass. I had just gotten into cleaning Dr. Bell's cock when David let out a primal scream and unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum up my ass. Dr. Bell held my head in place to continue cleaning his cock while David came back to reality. David didn't remove his cock and he never went soft. He stayed hard and within a couple of minutes he was fucking me again. I continued cleaning Dr. Bell's cock and before long he was hard again so I started sucking his cock and worshipping his cock. David fucked me a lot longer the second time and he held off until Dr. Bell said he was going to cum. A few seconds later my mouth and ass were full of cum at the same time and I swallowed all of Dr. Bell's cum. After they both were finished Dr. Bell got up and David got on the bed and pulled me up to him. Dr. Bell said he would be right back while David and I started kissing each other very passionately. After Dr. Bell returned David and I didn't even notice until Dr. Bell cleared his throat. By the hard on he had I would say he was enjoying the show. I also noticed a needle and a couple of vials for drawing blood. Dr. Bell then sat on the edge of the bed and said he really needed to talk to me about what the tattoos meant and why I've been sick for two weeks without any improvement. What he told me changed my life what happened next shocked even me.

I love it poz and raw. I was a chaser. I get it. Now let's give it. 6 6 6

CHAPTER FOUR By the time the weekend rolled around, I was more excited than a kid on Christmas morning. The only thing that would make this group setting hotter were for the guys to be poz, but having a bunch of construction hunks working me over? Still a dream come true, status or not. Pat had confirmation from eight of the guy. Not as many as he’d originally thought, but a few chickened out last minute -which is to be expected with straight guys wondering how far they’re willing to go for a fuck. A couple others had commitments come up that they couldn’t get out of. Still, eight men plus Pat are more than enough to give my pig hole a good pounding. He set it up for mid-afternoon, figuring that even if the guys got done with me within a few hours, we’d still have time to post some ads for poz guys or hit a book store or bathhouse afterwards. Pat went to the motel alone and told me he would text me when all of the guys arrived so that I could walk in to a full room of horny men needing to be serviced. I didn’t even care that I was sporting a major bulge in my pants as I walked to the room. There was no way to help it. As soon as I walked in the room, the men all stared at me. I was surprised that they were all still dressed. I guess for a bunch of straight guys, standing around naked wasn’t something they were comfortable with. I actually felt my stomach drop a little -I just knew that this wasn’t going to turn out as hot as I’d hoped. They were probably just going to open their pants, fuck me, blow their load, and take off. Still, I pasted a smile on my face, walked up to Pat, got on my knees and fished his growing dick out of his pants. Hopefully if I put on a good enough show, they’ll get into it. And luckily they did. As soon as I got Pat’s beautiful meat in my mouth, I felt someone behind me, grabbing my ass. I’d only worn my standard nylon trackies, commando, so they would have easy access. And the man behind me easily slipped my pants down to my ankles and, with no ceremony, began to slid his cock into my awaiting hole. “Fuck, he’s already wet,” he gasped loudly for the other guys to hear. “Did you fuck him earlier?” he asked Pat. Pat laughed. “Fuck yeah, we fuck every day,” he told him. "Gave him a couple of loads before lunch," he added proudly. “Damn, ass feels better than I thought it would,” the man grunted, beginning to really pump me now. His dick was nice, about as long as Pat’s but thicker, so I was feeling a nice stretch. Now the other guys were starting to get into it. Slowly they all began to take the bulges out of their pants, and their cocks were free to jack in front of them until they got a turn in me. Pat pulled his cock out of my mouth and guided one of the other men to take his place. I didn’t get a look at him, really, but I had barely registered any of them when I walked into the room. I have to admit that, while I have eyes for cock (and a nice butt to eat), I really only have eyes for Pat. So when I walked into the room, he’s the only man I saw. The rest were just cocks. The man in my ass began to pound me hard and fast and I braced myself for the big load I knew he was going to deliver into me. And wow, was it ever big. It felt like he was pissing! He held inside me for over a minute, sort of petting my lower back as we stood joined. “You got a lot in you, buddy,” he told me. “My wife’s been out of town visiting her mother for a couple of weeks. That’s a big two-week load you got in you,” he said, giving my ass a slap before extracting his shrinking cock. Quickly, I pulled off of the cock I was sucking and spun around, taking the man’s cock in my mouth to clean him off, while I shoved my ass towards the dick I’d gotten wet and ready. So, the second man sank into me as I nursed the first fucker’s cock, milking out every drop before he finally stepped back and allowed another man at my mouth. The guys were all a little stunned that I sucked the cock straight out of my hole, but I guess seeing how slutty it made me, and just knowing how piggy they thought it was, it just got them more in the mood to fuck me like a real motel room whore. The next three hours went just like that. Each of them took a couple of turns on my ass and mouth, but I was happy that all of the men agreed to only put their loads in my ass. While I like a mouthful of cum every now and again, it’s just more satisfying to me to get it up the ass. None of that pesky stomach acid destroying any other gifts they might be delivering. I guess all it really takes to get straight men to lighten up is take their load. Greedily, too. They could see how much I wanted it, and in that environment, everything just turns animal. It’s just men fucking. Doesn’t matter who or what they’re fucking, they are just doing what evolution has programmed them to do. All in all, by six thirty that Saturday evening my hole had received seventeen loads from Pat’s construction crew buddies, not counting the two from Pat earlier in the day that had lubed my hole. He walked the guys out and, as he closed the door behind him, he turned and leaned on it, grinning at me. “That was fucking hot,” he said. “But I bet you’re ready for some more, aren’t you?” All of that cum in me had only fueled my hunger, and I felt insatiable. I would take on a thousand men in the mood I was in. “You have no idea,” I told him, almost in a pant. My heart was pounding and my breathing was coming almost in gasps. I felt desperate. “Hang on, I need to piss, and then I’ll hop online and see if we can find you some poz dick for that hole,” he laughed, heading to the bathroom. In just my jock strap now, I followed him in. As soon as he pulled his cock out of his pants, I grabbed his dick and guided him over to the bathtub where I climbed in and looked up at him. He started laughing and shaking his dick at me. “You want my piss? Want me to piss all over you? Fuck, you’re extra piggy today,” he laughed. “Fine, might as well go all in, then,” he added before going back out into the room and getting my trackies and tee shirt. He tossed them to me. “Put ‘em on,” he instructed. Once I was fully dressed, he began to piss on me. Starting from the top of my head, he then aimed directly into my mouth, where I swallowed as much as I could, and then he hosed me down over my chest, stomach, and then concentrated on my crotch, wetting my nylon pants until they were shiny and soaked. So there I was, with an ass full of cum -which was rapidly oozing out of my well-fucked hole- and fully clothed, drenched in piss. I’d never felt like such a pig in my life. I also couldn’t remember being so horny, either. Pat could see it just by looking in my eyes. “You need it bad, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes. You’re gone into full-on whore mode.” He was not laughing now, as he could see and practically feel my hunger. He told me to wait in the tub and let the excess piss drain off of me while he went to see if he could find anyone to fuck me. Less than five minutes later I heard the door close and Pat returned with someone. I could hear the other man’s voice. “I found you some more dick,” he called to me. “Come and get it, piss pig.” I think he was feeling the same energy that I was, because he was starting to get into the verbal that he knows I enjoy so much. I walked out of the bathroom, still soaked in his piss, and saw Pat standing next to a man I recognized as a pimp. I’d seen him with a few of his girls just outside of the motel entrance. He was taller than me. Black. Grungy looking, tough and mean looking, but the way he was grabbing his crotch told me was into it. “Tony here has seen, and heard, us fucking in here ever since I started renting this room,” Pat told me. “He’s straight, only ever fucks his whores, but he thinks you must be a big whore. I told him that you are a big whore. And a good one.” I felt my heart pounding in my chest. This was surreal. It’s not that I was attracted to this man -he wasn’t even remotely attractive, especially standing next to a stud like Pat. But knowing that he’s a pimp, and only fucks his skanky whores, it just made things that much sleazier. And so much hotter! I couldn’t help but wonder if he was infected with anything. “Come on, bitch, I gotta get back out there and keep an eye on my business,” he growled at me. “Suck it and get it wet,” he instructed, pulling his very long looking dick out of his dirty pants. At only half-mast, this pimp was sporting about eight inches. I dropped to my knees at his feet and began to give him a good tongue bath that had in grunting in no time. His crotch smelled very musky, like he hadn’t showered in a day or two. And his cock, well, that kept growing in my mouth. Fuck, he wasn’t too thick, but he’d grown to at least eleven inches, perhaps twelve. He didn’t let me suck him long -this wasn’t a seduction, after all. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he yanked me off of his cock and shoved me towards the bed, where I landed on all fours. He grabbed a handful of the back of my trackies and yanked them down. Quickly he slammed balls deep into me. Out of all of the men who fucked me today, this pimp was by far the roughest, not to mention he had the biggest dick. This was a man who was used to treating whoever he stuck his dick into like nothing but trash. Practically inanimate objects, just vessels to be filled. As soon as the man entered me, Pat rushed around to my front and watched me with concerned eyes. Sure, he wanted to make this as memorable and dirty as possible, but he clearly was worried this pimp was going to hurt me. Despite the man who was basically punishing my hole, staring up into Pat’s eyes, we were the only two men in the room. His eyes never left mine, but he did reach down and hold my hands on the dingy bedspread. When the pimp was getting close, he grabbed my hips really hard. It was painful as he dug his dirty nails into my skin. “Where you want this stuff? You want it up that faggot kunt?” he panted. “Dump it up his ass!” Pat ordered him. “Breed me!” I begged. “Fucking sluttier than any of my girls, the number of guys I saw leaving this room today. Should be making money with this hot fucking ass,” he said through gritted teeth. I guess I should be flattered that he was actually enjoying my ass, but still all I could see was Pat, and all I wanted was cum. “You really want my load? Huh, bitch? Didn’t even ask me about no condoms or anything? You that big a fuckin’ whore?” he yelled at me. “I don’t care, breed me!” I yelled. Pat was now smiling huge as we listened to this guy insinuating that he might be infected. I wanted to bend lower and take his cock into my mouth again, but he pulled my head up instead, and our lips locked while the pimp finished off with my ass. “Look at the two faggots kissing,” the pimp said. “Fine, you get what you deserve, fucking fags. You want AIDS? I’ll give you fuckin’ AIDS. Take it! Here it fucking comes you bitchwhorekunt!” he roared, ramming balls-deep into me and spray painting my insides with his venomous seed. As soon as he finished cumming he literally yanked his dick out of my hole with a loud sloppy wet popping sound. “Clean this motherfuckin’ dick like a good bitch supposed to do,” he instructed. I removed my lips from Pats and turned around to lick the big piece of meat clean. I was stunned when I saw his still engorged cock swaying in front of me. His dick was covered in blood. Mixed with all of that cum, yes, but it wasn’t pink. It was red. He’d torn me up good. My heart was pounding again, really hard, as I licked him clean. And I was stunned again when I felt Pat’s tongue at my hole -licking my blood as it oozed out of my damaged hole. I finished with the pimp, he slapped me lightly on the side of the head to tell me he’d had enough, and then he stuffed his still semi-hard cock back into his pants. “You ever want to make a few bucks, you come see me,” he said before disappearing out the door. I’d never felt so cheap and used in my entire life. Nothing I’d ever done before at the book stores or bathhouses compared. This was as low as I’d ever sunk. And I was still turned-the-fuck-ON. Of course, that could have something to do with the insane rimming that Pat was giving my ass. This was the first time he’d actually rimmed me -thought I’d done him plenty of times before. I think this was it for him, too. The moment when we truly surrendered to the calling for cum, for us being true pigs, for HIV and AIDS. Judging by the way he held my ass, a cheek tight in each hand, and his face mashed as hard into me as he could get it, he was all in. When he finally came up for air, he was panting loudly. I spun around and just lunged at him. I needed to kiss him. His entire mouth area was covered in my blood and a mixture of all of those loads. Our tongues invaded each other’s mouths as our arms pulled us as close as we could get. And feeling that we were both rock hard, I knew that this day was far from over. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the day that I would get infected. That we get infected. Maybe I already am. And maybe so is Pat. Before I had time to give it much thought, Pat pulled away and hopped off the side of the bed. He grinned at me and said, "I've got another surprise for you . . ."

Ok so...as some of you may or may not know I just graduated from ******* High School in December...yeah I graduated early...anyway...that's off subject....so...last night I was online lookin for some fun on all the usual sites and aps lol...anyway I got on Craigs L and was checkin out the postings...i came across this one guy...he was 38 had a nice body nice ass and his cock mmm fuck...that's what caught my eye..so i hit him up...so like 5min's later i get a response...of course he wanted to see my ass and all that stuff...you know how its played lol....anyway after about 30min of emailing back and forth we decided to meet up at his place...so i showered up...cleaned out...blah blah blah...you know...smoked a bowl real quick and hopped in my car...got to his place and txt him that i was there...he txt back and said to come in...the front door was open...and walk down the hall to the room on the right...he was in there...at first i was kinda like umm....i dunno lol...but i was horny as fuck so i said fuck it...besides if he wasn't who he said he was i would have just walked out...anyway...so i go in...walk down the hall and go into the room...its kinda dark...he's go the tv on with some porn...and he's layin on the bed naked storkin his cock...ok so this is where like at first it got weird lol....so i get a little closer and i could see his face more and he could see mine...and you could tell on his face and mine we were like umm...oh fuck!! lol...i froze...i didn't know what to do...walk out...say hi...go down on his cock lol...and i think he was thinking the same thing lol...i mean there was no way of pretending we didn't know each other lol...i just had his class about a month ago lol....i stood there for what seemed like forever and wasn't sure what to do...i mean i cant lie i kinda did check him out every now and then in class but really honestly didn't think anything of it at all...and i mean damn...here he was naked laying on his bed with his cock in his hand lol...finally i was able to blurt out...just simply...you still want to or...? ....he sheepishly replied its up to you...fuck lol...(first thought popped into my head was) c'mon man, yes or no...now from here...honestly...if i wasn't pretty high i probably would have been like umm...we better not...but without another word i just went for it...got on the bed...grabbed his cock...and started sucking on it....mmmm fuck...that first taste of precum on my tongue and the feel of his hand finally touch my body instantly made me forget everything...ok so at this point I'm pretty sure you're all wondering how big his cock was lol...he said 7 but id probably say between 7 and 7.5uncut and probably about as thick as gellet shaving gel can...give or take...either way...it was awesome...ok so where were we....oh yeah so I'm slobbing his knob and he's finally getting into it and trying to take my shirt off while I'm suckin on his cock...so i come up for air and take off my shirt and drop my Adidas sweats to the floor...i was wearing my black jock strap, which i left on ;P ....anyway so i get back up on the bed and i swing my ass around so that he can play with it while i suck on his cock...ugh...felt soo good feeling his hands squeeze my ass and then feeling his tongue tease my hole mmmmm....finally after a couple minutes of foreplay he gets up off the bed and goes to his dresser drawer and pulls out his lube...knowing what was next i work myself to the edge of the bed and get on all fours and wait...as he walks over he's lubing up his cock...then he drips some on my hole and rubs on and in with his fingers mmmm....then the familiar "snap" of the lube lid closing and him throwing it on the bed....i feel him grab my hips and slide his cock between my ass....teasing my hole and making me beg for it....god i wanted it so bad....everything was going soooo well...then those dreaded words :/ ..."you have a condom?" of course i said no...then he goes to his drawer again and i hear him opening one up and putting it on i was sooo bummbed....so he comes back...starts to slide it in my hole real slow .... fuck omg...condom or not it felt amazing...feeling his thick cock stretch my hole slowly, god....finally he's balls deep...and starts pumping my hole slowly...in and out...a little faster each time...THEN...i feel something on one of his thrusts....the condom broke LOL...and i know he knew...because he stopped real quick and felt down by his cock....and playing the part i just asked are you ok?? hehe...knowing all the time i knew that the condom broke...but not letting him know i knew lol...he answered...yeah you ok....that fucker didn't say anything hehe...omg i fuckin got so hard knowing he was in me bare mmmm....i pushed my ass back into him and he started fucking me harder making me moan louder and louder....then after about 5min he started breathing harder...and i knew he was about to cum...then almost as fast as it started...he pushed deep inside me and groaned mmmm i could feel his thick cock throb and pulse in my hole...mmmm....then i felt his warm silky fuck juice fill me up....mmmmm....omg it was soo good....then he slowly pulled out....and i turned over and sat at the end of the bed and sucked his cock ....uggh...fuck.....then he grabbed a towel and wiped his cock off....we didn't really say much...after a bit...i got up...started dressing and left....as i was driving home he txt and asked if i was ok...and how was it lol....i can honestly say...this wont be our last time

Dad’s Basement Part Five I was led by the two men, into the next room, the one that was divided into two. We continued to move until we were in the area with three glory holes cut into the wall. Not much light was coming through the holes, so I knew the sun was going down outside. “Taking all loads is like Russian roulette - raw cock goes into your hole and the cock shoots - could be shooting blanks or a hot round of poz cum” one of the men said. I was placed with my back to the wall and pulled over at the waist allowing my ass to open at the glory hole. “Plus Son there is an added excitement to taking cocks that you don’t know who it is attached to, Do you know them or are they complete strangers you will never see again” I pushed my ass checks back against the wooden wall. I could hear sounds coming from all around. I looked to my left to see my Dad putting his ass against the wooden wall too. Only there was already a hard cock sticking through the glory hole. It was dark, thick and sticking straight out. I watched my Dad spit in his hand, rub the spit onto his hole, and push back on the dark cock, It slowly disappeared into Dad’s hole. My cock started to expand. I was watching my Dad take cock up his hole. It was the hottest thing I had ever saw. Dad’s head was thrown back with pleasure and one of his buds shoved a bottle of poppers under his nose, which he inhaled deeply. “Show your Son how to take cock” I watched as Dad’s ass pressed against the wood wall, the cock was deep inside his hole. I could feel the thrusts of the man fucking my Dad, move the wall on my ass. Dad moaned load as the cock moved in and out of his hole. I was lost watching Dad take raw cock, until I felt something pushing at my own hole. One of Dad’s buds reached back and spread my checks giving the unknown man access to my used hole. “Fuck man, that is one used cummy fuck hole” said the man on the other side of the wall, who was pushing his cock into my hole. I had heard that voice some where before, I knew it but could not place it. My hole opened around the cock, allowing it to slide deep inside, pushing the cum forward and out ward of my hole. I moaned as the cock began to move. I concentrated on the rhythm of the fuck - as he pushed in I pushed back and pulled off as he pulled out. “Good Son, take that anon raw cock - you know it could be anyone even grandpa” Dad said, “imagine being fucked by not just me but him as well today Son” My cock throbbed at that thought. I loved over and Dad was matching his fuck just like mine. We moved together. I looked up to see the other men who fucked me earlier either sucking or fucking each other. Dad took another big hit of poppers and then handed them to me - and I followed suit in huffing them. “Fuck that hole just opened” the top said on the other side of the wall, picking up speed. I looked to the other side of me, to see another cock coming through the hole. I could not help be think it was a beautiful sight to see, another hard fucking cock. I watch the tattooed, uncut cock man back his ass up, taking the cock deep into his hole, moaning as he was penetrated. I passed him the poppers and watched him inhale deep. I continued to push back against the hard cock working in and out of my hole. Poz cum flowed out of my hole and dripped down my balls. “Stay where you are fucker, I have to eat that ass!” the owner of the cock fucking me said. I felt his cock slip out and was soon replaced with a hot tongue. It was sliding in and out of my cum covered gapping hole. It was another new sensation. I moaned more and more as he switched from tongue fucking me and sucking my hole to eat out the cum deposited in there. My cock twitched rapidly as my mind wondered if he knew he was not only sucking out my Dad’s cum but also sucking out and swallowing nothing but poz loads. I ran my finger over my cock and scooped up the pre-cum leaking out. I was bringing it to my lips when I felt my Dad’s hand grab mine and pulling it to his mouth. “Give me your pre-fuck juice Son” I felt his mouth engulf my finger, sucking it like it was a skinny cock. The uncut guy reached over and scooped some of my pre-cum onto his finger and sucked it off, just like my Dad. “Fucking tastes like yours bud” The man stopped eating my ass and pushed his cock in my hole again, sliding all the way in and all the way out, over and over. I could hear a growl coming from him and knew he would not last much longer in my hole. “Never thought I would breed that hot ass that you strutted around campus, teasing the hell out of every man” he said. “you fucking overachieving whore” Fuck me, where did I know that voice from. I felt him slam his body against the wall, as his cock start to shoot deep inside my hole adding his cum to the rest. The thought of not knowing if I was getting more poz cum or not was a huge fucking turn on. Soon the pulse of his cock stopped and he pulled out. I fought the urge to look through the glory hole to see who it was. “Hot as fuck is right Dad” I said turning to him, watch him pull off his cock. “Got a load?” I asked him “Switching” I watched him and the uncut man switch cocks, fuck it was hot the just slid back on the new cocks, using each other’s ass juices as lube. I felt fingers playing with my hole through the glory hole. I closed my eyes as I felt them enter me. The new man pushed in two fingers, then three and then four, ramming them in and out. I wanted to scream out just give me your fucking cock, but didn’t. He removed his fingers, leaving empty and wanting to filled. I felt his hard cock rubbing up and down my hole, slowly moving, wetting the head with cum. I balanced myself on my knees and reached back spreading my ass open more. He positioned his cock head at my hole and pushed in, driving deep. I moaned again, I felt full as his cock spread open my ever loosening hole. Even with soreness setting in, I felt pleasure. He slowly moved his cock in and out of my hole. Steadily fucking me. I turned and watched Dad slam his ass back against the wooden wall, fucking himself on the cock sticking through the glory hole. Harder and harder Dad pushed back against the wall, until he pushed all the way back and held his ass against it. “Getting bred Son” he said smiling at me. The cock inside my hole was still steadily pumping in and out, working the ridge of it’s head against the muscles of my loose hole. “NEXT” Dad yelled as to signal anyone on the public side of the glory hole he was ready for the next anon cock. I watched as he braced himself, knowing that a cock had just entered his hole. “Oh yeah, fuck me hard bud” Dad said as he began moving back and forth on the new cock. Sounds of fucking and sucking echoed through the basement, while the smell of cum, piss and musk infused with the heated air. “Going to get loaded up Son, so I can squat over your mouth and feed you cum from my hairy ass!” Dad said. The cock inside my ass grew thicker and harder, giving me the sign it was going to shoot it’s load deep into my hole. I licked my lips, knowing that I was going to be flooded with more cum. One strong push in and the flood began. I could feel pulse after pulse of seed shooting into me. He pulled out and within seconds another cock stabbed at my hole, sliding in deep this time with almost no effort. “Your first black cock Son.” Dad said, “Hold on tight I have had that cock before and he fucks hard and long” My cock oozed pre-cum knowing that this cock had fucked and breed my Dad. Such a fucking turn on. It drove deep inside me. I still wondered how Dad knew what cock was fucking his Son’s ass. Was these anon fucks pre-arranged. Those thoughts quickly left my mind, as the black did started to pull in and out my hole. The cock would pull completely out of my hole, only to be shoved deep into me seconds later. This punch fuck attack continued for what seemed like for ever. Looking over at Dad, I could see him lost in a world of pleasure as his hard cock jumped up and down between his legs as he was fucked. Pre-cum was hanging from the head and almost touching the floor. I wanted to taste it, I wanted to suck every drop out of that piss slit. I watched Dad push back against the wooden wall, getting fucked and taking loads. “Good boy pussy” I heard grunted though the wall, “Gonna give you a highly toxic load Boy” My cock jumped knowing that this man was advertising his poz load and I was going to get it. His cock roughly punched my used hole, deeper and deeper. I jumped when he hit deep inside me. “Don’t pull off Boy, so fucking close” he said He continued to fuck me harder and deeper, until he pushed in deep and stayed there. Grunting and groaning as his piss slit opened and his toxic load invaded my used hole. I tried to squeeze my ass around his cock to milk out every drop, but my hole had been fucked so much by thick cocks, there wasn’t much pressure. “Clean it Boy” he said pulling out of my ass. I flipped around positioning my mouth at the glory hole. I closed my eyes and opened wide. I felt the cock pass through my mouth, gently sliding against my lips. It was slick with cum and the juices from my well fucked hole. I closed my lips around the black cock and lick and sucked. It began to move in and out of my mouth. Fingers began to feel around my hole, sliding in and out. The black cock soften and popped out of my mouth. He pulled away and I turned to back my ass against the hole again, waiting for the next cock to arrive. Time continued to pass, as the fucking continued. I lost count of how many anon cocks and loads I had taken through the glory hole, as well as how many Dad had. The third glory hole had seen many men presenting their holes to be fucked so I didn’t even try to concentrate on them. I knew it was getting late in the night, but I wanted more, more cock, more cum, and more disease.

I was on a work training course about 15 years ago for gay equality or something and a discussion started about "barebacking" and I was confused for a bit thinking about horse riding. Some of the guys were quite preachy (understandable dependent on their life history), but I got a bit of a boner. There is something about the phrase (along with skin on skin) which captures the experience wonderfully. Of course I didn't put my hand up and say "I do that with all the truckers on the edge of town"

I have a few that may seem normal but most don't get into... I love to suck on necks, nipples, chests, to leave hickeys. As atop,I think it feels like I'm marking my property. It tags a slut as MINE. Let's others know this fag has already been used. Also, something hot about knowing he'll think of me every time he looks in the mirror for a few days. Also love to fuck women, seeding, and impregnation. Giving Her no trace to find me again. No consequences from my side... Her living a lifetime remembering my using her body for my cruel punishment. Gets me hard thinking of that baby bump and no idea who the daddy is.

It depends on the motivation behind the hitting... If it's just sex play it can be fine. I still remember a bottom proudly showing me his bruises at the end of the IML weekend and wishing they were darker and bigger... He was hit, but not abused.