Leaderboard

The guy was obviously drunk. He bumped into me at the bar then started a somewhat slurred conversation about how bars were not as fun as they used to be. I agreed. Then he asked me if he could fuck me in the back of the bar. Without hesitation I said, “Sure”. His head snapped up in surprise. He was at least 20 years older than me and not particularly attractive. He probably got refused constantly. I was not only horny but curious. I always wonder what kind of dick a man has, how thick, what does it taste like, is he heavy shooter? You never know and I have endured a lot of bullshit from men just to find out what their cocks feel like. Plus he had been drinking Greyhounds and I was enjoying the smell of his fruity breath. I downed my drink and then removing his from his hand finished that also. I wanted him to be able to get it up. Grabbing his arm I pulled him into the dark of the back room. He laughed and pulled me close pushing his grapefruit flavored tongue into my mouth. We slobbered and humped each other, me trying to detect signs of life at his crotch. I was not interested in wasting my time with a limp dicked drunk. His body was firm and strong. I tried resisting when he ordered me to suck his cock and pushed me down on my knees. Okay I did not resist that hard, just trying to find out how drunk he was. I yanked his zipper down, no underwear, and helped myself to his meat: a couple inches of flaccid dick. Hmm. Not to despair, some guys can really surprise you. I went to work. It was a long haul made endurable when I glanced a couple guys watching the action. One only sipped a beer but the other had his cock out and was slowly beating off. I discovered my man really responded to having his nuts pulled and sucked. After that his dick was hard in no time. It was a respectable piece, uncut and leaky with delicious pre-cum. I was about to offer up my hole when he pre-empted my thought by ordering me to, “Get up and show me your faggot ass.” I promptly stood and dropped trou. I was already lubed. He quickly pushed his cock into me and we both sighed with pleasure. “You like my raw cock in your guts,” he questioned me, grabbing my hips and pulling me hard onto his rampant cock. “You know I do,” I groaned. “Fuck me.” I ordered. The masterbater edged closer. He had a glazed look in his eye and I wondered which one of us he envied. I motioned him closer. He moved cautiously and I kept waving him closer until his cockhead bumped my forehead leaving a snail trail of pre-cum. I thought he might retreat when I turned my head to take him into my mouth but instead he surged forward impaling me on his meat. Taking my head in both head he face fucked me timing it so I could catch a breath once in a while. The guy in my ass was a talker. With a lot of 'fuck yeahs' and stuff like 'eat that cock' he encouraged me to take it and the other to give it. I was in cockhound heaven. The guy in my mouth was obviously getting close. He begged the guy in my ass to trade places with him so he could dump his load in my hole. I was eager for that and happily my fucker quickly relinquished my ass saying “Breed the bitch”. My holes were soon refilled. The fucking was manic and filled with the sounds of his moans and our balls slapping together. He came with a rumbly sort of moan, his body shaking hard and his cock pulsing out squirt after squirt of his sperm. “Oh god that is so fucking hot,” the guy in my mouth intoned. The fuckers cock went limp fast and my original fucker moved to fuck me again but he was pushed aside by the guy was had until now only watched the scene. “I gotta fuck that seeded hole,” he growled pushing down his jeans. His cock was rock hard and sprang out of its confinement like something alive. He was a dark bearded man with steely unreadable eyes. Without another word his sank his cock into my well used hole and I clenched my ass in pain. He was thick and I was not prepared for his girth. He ignored my yelp and preceded to fuck the holy hell out of me. My drunk was apparently delighted with the situation. He ordered me to suck his balls and went on to cheer my latest fucker on. He wanted my hole good and wet with loads. At this point I was so turned on I knew if I touched my dick I would shoot so I confined my actions to my nuts, pulling and massaging them as surrogates to my meat. My fucker was slamming me so hard it was difficult to maintain my balance much less suck balls without accidentally scraping teeth so drunk guy replaced his nuts with his cock. My nose was pressed into his pubes and he held me by the shoulders to steady me so I could take the hard driving fuck the other guy was delivering. Luckily I can hold my breath for a very long time. I enjoyed the feel of is hard cock filling my throat and the lack of oxygen sent me into a light euphoria. I was nothing but a receptacle for cock and loads. I was about to get my second load for the night. With a gargantuan lunge and a grip I was sure would leave bruises the man shot his load. He continued to pound me hard and he swore like a sailor, a series of swear words without any real content or meaning. And then just like that he was gone, pulled out and walked away, tucking himself back in and strolled out of the bar. “That was so fucking hot,” the drunk said as he guided his cock back into my hole. “Oh shit, you are so hot and slick and hot, so hot.” Still drunk I thought. He fucked me leisurely recounting the two breedings he had witnessed. “I think I am I love with you,” he said and giggled. “Fucking cumdump whore faggot cumhole. Jesus Christ I want to see the whole bar fuck your slut hole.” Yes, yes, yes,” I agreed. He did not last much longer dumping his load into me with a long drawn out sigh and rather tender thrusts. “God damn that was the best fuck ever.” I was busy shooting my load onto the filthy floor. I couldn't completely agree but it was a fine little gangbang and I was supremely happy. I turned to tongue lube and cum off the guys half hard cock. When I stood he gazed at me with a happy satisfied smile. I went to tuck his business back in his pants but he stopped me saying to leave it out he had to piss. With a lingering kiss he pulled away and staggered to the bathroom. I pulled up my pants and went back to the bar for another beer and hopefully more cock. My hole was warmed up and loaded and ready for any hard-on that looked my way.

This a story about a family . Sam I made one mistake in my life, I was drunk one night and wanted to put my dick in a hole and deposed a load in. That night it was not what I was seeking and 18 years later Zero showed up. I run a business for Gay men where they can have fun in the 3 bathhouse , book stores , Sex clubs, Drugs or escorts I pimp out to chicken hawks. Zero I never knew my Father till I turned 18 as I live with my mother who was turning tricks to supports us.When I turned 11 I became very sick and it had a long term effect on my growth on my body and education. By the time I turned 18 I was only 5ft 90 LBS with no mussle mass, but was gifted with a 12X8 dick that I tried to sex with girls but they always turned me down as I was a shrimp of a male. When I turned 18 my mother said I should live with my Father now. When I walked into my Father place of business they said you have to be 18 to get in but I showed them my ID and then told them Sam is my Father they let me in laughing. Sam falls out of his chair when he see me when I tell him I'm his son and says what am I doing here. I tell Sam I have no place to live and maybe as my Father you can help. Yes, I can help but it won't be easy as its hard work and shitty hours. Your hours will be from 4am thill the place is clean at the Dump Bathhouse. Billy the night manager tells me what to do. Billy You will clean each room if the green light is on, if the red light is on people are using the room and don't enter. You will ware just a jock strap and sandals, if you see needles or syringes you put them in this red box. There will be cum on the floor , tables and wipe them down. The rooms with slings you put up a new sling and the old sling you bring to the front. I look down the hall all lights are green but one, so I do what I was told clean the rooms and I find a few small bags of this Cristal stuff and I take it to Billy. The one room I'm hearing noise coming from, someone has a bad cold as they are coughing, then someone screaming like they are in heavy pain begging them to stop. Take is bitch. You were begging for it. Now enjoy it as I knock you up. I run to Billy about someone is getting killed and Billy is laughing. That's Fred he is rapping someone who was teasing him , but don't worrier he will leave here with Fred gift. I go back now its all quite as moans of pleasure is coming from the room as this is the only room I have left to clean Fred is coming out the door. Fred is in his 60s well built 6ft frame with a lot of gray hair on his chest hiding some tattoos with two nipple rings from his drooping nipples. Fred see me and smiles then hands me $20 to take care of the boy in the room. I enter the room, he is just laying there naked with 6 hash marks put on his ass check with the number #454 on his back. I see 6 needles on the table with a small brown bottle. I saw Billy to help me move this boy who is in his 20s very well built, as we move him I ask Billy what is the #454 on his back means, Billy says this is the number of men Fred has knocked up, I ask Billy what that means and he goes blank face then says the word POZ.

Chapter 1 - The Twink in the Bathhouse, Part 1 I wasn’t always a diseased faggot. Sure, I was always curious and I always knew what I truly wanted. But we all have to start somewhere. I fantasized often about how I’d get pozzed. To that point, I always imagined it would happen at a bathhouse. I’d find a man and he’d take me to his room. Neither of us would ask for a condom, signaling we were either both already poz or didn’t care about status. When he told me he was about to cum and asked me where he should shoot, I’d beg for it in my ass. He’d tell me he’s poz and ask if I still wanted it. I’d tell him “fuck yes!” and he’d howl as he delivered his diseased load deep in my neg guts before collapsing on top of me. I wanted so badly to make my fantasy a reality! I was 22 when I finally got up the courage to go to a bathhouse for the first time, the West Side Club in New York. I was in the city on my first business trip as a “responsible adult” with a real post-college job. It was 2005 and at the time I was a typical cute boyish blond twink: 5’9”, 150lbs, and an 8.5” thick cock. I know, it’s always the skinny twinks who are hung like horses, but I don’t use it much. My hungry pussy is my primary focus for sex. And yes, I call my asshole a pussy or a cunt because it turns me on. It’s a hole that was made for men to fuck, so that’s what I use it for. I’d barebacked with plenty of guys in college but never with someone I knew to be poz and never with a complete stranger at a bathhouse. I was so nervous, I didn’t know how any of this worked. I walked to the window, asked for a locker, paid, and got my key and towel. I went to my locker and undressed. I saw other guys were wearing their towels around their waists so I did the same. I locked my things up and started walking around. Everything I knew about bathhouses and cruising was from stuff I’d read online. And in 2005, I didn’t find much. I started by walking through the hallways, peeking in rooms. I was too scared for a truly anonymous darkroom hookup on my first visit. Plus I hadn’t yet truly and fully embraced my slutty no-loads-refused bugchasing nature. I’d have to see the guy’s face and body first. This time, anyway. Being a cute twink back then, I could usually take my pick of the guys. I had been captain of my college swim team. I was hot and I knew it. And I walked those hallways that night with an attitude. I wanted my real-life fantasy to be perfect and just as I had pictured in my head. I’d peek in one room. Damn he’s fat. Another. Gross, he’s old AND fat. Another. Is he even alive? Maybe I should check if he’s breathing?? Finally, his leg twitched. Thank God I didn’t have to explain to the police how I found a dead man in the gay bathhouse. Still another. He was objectively hot but back then, any man above 30 to me was far past his expiration date. Yeah, you might say I was an egotistical jerk. Of yourse, you already know I’d learn to taper my ego eventually in time, so hopefully you will forgive me for being young and stupid once upon a time. Finally I saw a man who met my standards. He was about 6’, Latin, muscular, clean-shaven with a short cropped haircut. I didn’t know what to do. I followed him from a distance for a little while, so far away that I lost him a couple times in the maze of corridors. The second time, I loitered in a common lighted area with a bench, hoping I’d see him again. I was just about to give up when he finally appeared. He walked over and sat down next to me, likely sensing I had been following him. What do I do now? Do I talk? Do I even look at him? Is eye contact okay? Should I try touching him? Should I whip my dick out? God, I need a fucking manual for this! Finally he made the first move. He put his hand on my thigh. My cock jumped to attention. I couldn’t bring myself to make eye contact yet. I froze. He looked at me while I just stared down at his hand on my thigh. I was shaking. Maybe he knew it was my first time. He slowly moved his hand to my abs, my chest. He grazed my left nipple, which instantly became erect. My whole body was tingling. It wasn’t my first time with a man by any means, but the experience was exhilarating. My mouth was dry, I was breathing heavily. He moved his hand to my skinny twink arm. Fuck, why didn’t I lift weights? My body felt so inadequate next to his. “Fuck it,” I said to myself. I reached over and touched his muscled chest. I moved down to his abs. But all I wanted was his cock. I could see his cock standing at attention under his towel. Finally I reached for it, gently stroking it through his towel. It was just as I had fantasized. I wanted my prize! I moved my hand under his towel when he grabbed my wrist and stopped me. “Do you have a room,” he asked. Still unable to speak, I shook my head “no.” Never letting go of my wrist, he stood up and guided me back through the maze of corridors to his room. I followed him inside and he asked me to shut the door. By the time I turned back around, he had removed his towel. His cock was massive! It was easily 9” long, uncut with trimmed pubes, and way thicker than mine. I was about to take the biggest cock of my life, and my pussy was already wet with anticipation! Finally I get to have the random slutty bareback sex I have always fantasized about! Is this the night I will get pozzed? Will this be the cock that pozzes me? Please let it be so! I walked toward him and reached for his beautiful cock. Again, he caught my wrist with his hand. He put my hands at my side and reached to take off my towel. My big twink cock sprung to freedom. He grabbed it and started stroking it. “Nice,” he said with a smile. Again I reached for his cock and again he stopped me. “No,” he said. Is he toying with me? Making me wait or work for it? Just let me touch that monster already! He dropped to his knees and deepthroated my whole 8.5 inches. He reached up and played with my nipples as he sucked. My body was on fire! It was my first time at a bathhouse and a man whose name I didn’t even know was on his knees sucking my cock. This is probably one of the most vanilla scenes imaginable to most, but for a 22-year-old twink who had very little experience in depravity, I felt like a dirty whore and I loved it! Finally he stood up and reached for a bottle of lube. No condom was in sight. My fantasy was about to come true! Even if he wasn’t poz, I was still making progress towards what I knew would be my final outcome of being a diseased bareback slut. He squirted some lube into his hand, still no condom to be seen. Then he rubbed the lube all over...MY COCK! He squirted some more into his hand. Maybe this second squirt was for his cock and the first he was using merely to pre-lube my cock for me to jerk off while he fucked me? No, he reached behind himself and lubed his own ass. My fantasy bareback bathhouse fuck was a BOTTOM! He bent over and presented his hole to me, which left me with two choices. I could fuck him and still sort of fulfill part of my fantasy. Or I could go home disappointed. And I sure as shit wasn’t going home without getting some. I’m not a top. I’ve topped a few times but only because guys begged me to. I have a big cock after all, which looked absolutely massive on my tiny twink frame. I pushed my cock head against his hole. It slid right in. Fuck, I could physically feel that this guy is who I want to be! I had been fucked quite a few times and I thought my hole was getting to be pretty accommodating. But his was huge. There was no resistance at all! His hole was open and velvety smooth. I fucked him the best I could while he moaned. He seemed to be enjoying it. I slapped his ass, which caused him to clench his cunt around my cock. I fucked him for a while. Eventually, he said, “You can cum in me any time.” That would be a problem, though. I’m a bottom. I don’t cum from topping. I never have. It just doesn’t do it for me. I stayed hard but only because I had my body pressed up against this gorgeous hunk of a man. “I don’t think I’ll be able to cum,” I said. He replied, “No? Aww too bad. Mind if I do?” I said, “Fuck yes! Do it!” Obeying his top like the total bottom slut he was, he grabbed his cock and leaned back into me, jerking frantically. He turned his head to the side and kissed me. I kept pumping away at his ass like my life depended on it and he pushed back just as hard with every thrust. Finally, he yelled, “Oh fuck! Oh fuck I’m gonna-- AHHHHH!” He growled as his whole body convulsed with pleasure. I looked over his shoulder as rope after rope of thick white cum erupted from his huge cock. He caught most of it in a pool in his left hand. Finally he slumped forward, struggling to catch his breath. I pulled out and started to grab my towel. “Hold on,” he said. He must have sensed that I was a bottom too because he took his left hand, full of his fresh jizz, and reached for my ass. I bent over slightly and spread my cheeks for him. He smeared his load all over my pussy and stuck a couple fingers inside. Fuck, I got a stranger’s load in my hole after all tonight! I imagined to myself about all the bugs that might be swimming around inside me at that very moment. I reached for my cock as he found my prostate. The idea that I might have a poz load in my hole at that moment sent me over the edge. “Fuck, dude, I’m gonna cum too!” Immediately he opened his mouth and deepthroated my cock, nose to pubes. I grabbed the back of his head as I squirted my neg load directly down his throat. His finger still in my ass, he massaged every drop of cum out of my prostate. He stood up and kissed me. “Thanks,” he said. “Thank YOU,” I replied. It wasn’t what I had fantasized about, but it was a hot experience nonetheless. I picked up my towel and turned to leave, his load dripping from my asshole. “I’m neg, by the way,” he said as I left. Shit.

On Wednesday afternoon I had a horny hookup with a very sleazy local 19 year old scally lad who wanted to meet for some outdoor breeding! I picked him up near his house & drove us to the nearby cruising woods. I took him too a nice secluded spot I use for uninterrupted outdoor action. I sucked his big thick 8” uncut dick, it’s got a downwards curve & a nice natural bush covering his balls too. He pissed down my throat before eating my hairy arse and raiding it hard & breeding his big load deep in me. Friday I saw a post on M4M personal ads from a fit bi married guy looking for fun in his home gym under the guise of a personal training session. I replied & we arranged to meet at his that afternoon 2pm. He’s 6’1” tall, dark hair , blue eyes, 50” hairy pecs, 17” biceps, 32” waist & a gorgeous fat uncut 9” dick with a big natural bush & big hairy balls. His gym is in a converted porter cabin with nice big mirrored sliding doors so nobody can see in but we could see out. I never normally meet guys that fuck with rubbers but I agreed on the understanding he’d take it off just before cumming & shot his load inside me. I sucked him hard & he got me to squat over his face as he lay on his chest press bench. He then got me on his big silver exercise ball, on my back against the wall & fucked me hard, my legs over his huge bolder shoulders. As promised he ripped of the rubber & rammed his big dick back in to breed me. I felt him pumping his load in me & it made me shoot my load. I held his cum in me as he got my butt plug from my joggers & pushed it in me. I got off the ball & sucked his semi hard dick clean. He said my hole felt good on his raw shaft while I was sucking him clean. I stopped & said he should feel how good it is with his big load squelching around his big cock as he fucks me. I carried on sucking & he got rock hard again. He grabbed my hair, pulled his cock out of my mouth & slapped it on my face. He pulled me up of my knees & got me against the wall by the sliding doors. He pulled the plug out & shoved his raw dick up me, it made my hairy hole squelched & fart as he rammed it up me hard. His hands gripping my waist, his big sweaty pecs against my shoulders & his hot breath on the side of my face as he told me what a horny slut I was bringing out his animal urges! He grabbed me tight as he bred me again trying to old in his manly raw. Just as he pulled out the house door opened & he said “ Shit it’s my son” I looked & couldn’t believe it! It was the scally lad from Wednesday afternoon. He grabbed a towel & sent me in the shower room with my clothes & quickly wiped up the puddle of cum on the floor & covered it with a mat. As I pushed my plug in & cleaned up the cum from my legs I heard him ask his son “Jamie” to wait & let me know he was making my “complimentary protein shake” I composed myself & walked out of the shower room. He instantly recognised me & jumped up of the work bench surprised & acted equally surprised! After the mutual “ what the fuck you doing here” he quickly started to get aroused as he asked me if my hairy cunt was sweaty. I told him it was sweaty & cummy cos I got bred before the training session. When I told him I had a plug in my hole keeping the cum in he shoved his hand in my joggers & rubbed my hairy crack then sniffed & sucked his fingers clean. He squeezed his growing cock to kill his stiff & as his dad came back he told me he’d be waiting at the end of his road & he left telling his dad he was going out. His dad came back in & we exchanged names & numbers (His name is Chris) and we’ve arranged to meet again on Monday. I left & picked up Jamie down the road who told me to go to my place, he got his rock hard dick out as I opened the door. We stripped in a horny frenzy & got as far as the stairs where he pulled out my plug & ate my cunthole drip feeding me the cum he sucked out, the fact he had know idea he was tasting and feeding me his dad’s cum turned me on so much! I grabbed his dick & got his bell end on my hole & begged him to smash me as hard as he could. He drilled me mercilessly making me orgasm as he bred his load in me. He later piss fucked me in the shower & bred 2 more loads in me in the garden. Before he left he asked if I’d be up for regular fuck sessions, I said I was & said I was up for 3sums too if he wanted to bring a mate which he said he’d arrange. When he left I got my dildo out & smash my hole churning up his cum mixing it with what remained of his dad’s cum. Think of them both & the fact I had daddy & son’s sperm inside sent my horniness into orbit & I gave myself a body trembling orgasm.

My last darkroom experience - well last weekend - involved me ramming my raw cock into at least 10 different bum holes as I moved around the room and barebacked everyone who was bent over No condoms were being used and several of the bottoms were already full of someone else's cum That is the way it should be

I am a 48 year old bottom that learned the joys of BB sex in my 20s. It was a long week and I had been traveling for work missing my regular fuck bud. I finally got home late Friday night had a beer, striped down and collapsed in bed. I fell fast asleep thinking about the fuck I was going to get tomorrow. In the wee hours of the morning I started to wake from my sleep realizing that a weight was on top of me, then realized that my ass was stretched full. A big hard cock was slowly working its way in and out of my ass. I was being fucked while I slept. I yelled out WTF get off of me dude. The owner of the big cock up my ass said a “shut the fuck up bitch - take my cock”. Then he said ‘I’m gonna breed your ass”. He then pounded his dick deep and hard up my ass balls deep. I didn’t recognize the voice. I tried to squirm away but my arms were pinned at my side by the guy fucking my ass. As he continued to plow my ass the pain was intense, I was scared and screaming, begging him to stop . Again he told me to shut up and take it. Tears were flowing down my checks as the big dick continued to use my ass. I realized I was being raped. I tried to turn to see who was using my ass but his full weight of his chest was on my back as he pile drived my ass, my arms were above my head being held down, so I was pretty much not able to move or get away. The whole time I was being fucked the guy fucking me kept telling me to shut up and that he was gonna breed my bitch hole. That I was his bitch now and that he owned my ass. He starting fucking me faster and harder. I could feel the wetness of the sweat dripping off his body as he pounded my ass. I was on my stomach with my legs spread wide and could feel his balls slapping against my ass making a slapping sound each time his cock bottomed out in my ass. The pain of the big cock is gone and I start push my ass back on his cock. I am surprised that my begging him to stop has turned into begging him to fuck me. He hears and says “that’s right you want this don’t you?” I am covered in sweat and yelp each time that cock hits my prostrate. I am a moaning bitch for his cock. Here I am being held down and being rape fucked in my own bed. Oh and I am loving it. My ass feels so good taking that cock. All the time I am being tucked he keeps up his verbal assault calling me his slut, his bitch and telling me to take his cock and that he is gonna breed my hole. I am moaning and groaning loving the fucking I am getting, but thinking what am I gonna do after he is done fucking me. I have a ball bat under the bed I think I can reach but my arms are being held down. I don’t wanna hurt the guy, but feel the need to protect myself. I think to myself I will just grab the bat and ask him to leave after he shots his load up my ass. Ok I have my plan, enjoy the dick pounding my ass, but when he comes that is my chance to go for the bat. He starts grunting and moaning saying he is gonna cum, and bred my ass. Tells me to take his load here it comes bitch. I feel him slow his assault hear him groan. I feel him shake and shudder and feel the warmness of his cum up my ass. He releases my arms as he slowing moves his hips sliding his cock in and out. I reach for the bat and somehow turn away from him. As I turn back to tell him to get the fuck outta my house I realize that he is the friend of my best fuck bud. My best fuck bud comes into the room and says “welcome home dude”. “Hope you enjoyed our welcome home present”. They both concocked this. The guy who fucked me was a hot 28 year old Hispanic guy with a 8.5 inch uncut cock with big low hanging balls. They told me that they really worked hard to get that big cock up my ass before before I woke up. They told me as they worked my hole with their tongues, fingers, spit and lube I was moaning in my sleep pushing my ass back to them. I still can’t believe I didn’t wake up. Turns out we both have had the hots for the Hispanic guy, but never did anything till now. The Hispanic guy and I are a mess covered in cum,sweat and lube. The three of us jump into the shower to clean up a bit then back to bed to continue our fuck fest. They got me good, I thought I was being raped till the very end. Oh and I did get my revenge on my fuck bud but that is another story.

So working at the Dump bathhouse I'm learning a lot how things work and how my Father Sam makes his money. After a week of working for Sam he has me go to the Doctors office for a check up, they take my blood then ask me to jerk off and cum into this jar, I almost fill it to the top, the Doctor says you are really back up. Sam tells me to go pick up a package from Big Willie. Big Willie is a manufacture of Meth and other drugs for Sam. I get to Big Willie place, he is a monster of a man as all he has on is a jock strap with a bulge in his jockstrap. Once inside I two of Big Willie sons fucking this white boy, this is so hot looking at two BBC fucking this boy I'm having a hard on that I can't hide in my baggy pants . Big Willie looks me in the eye and says boy you are packing a piece of man meet between your legs. The noise from the white boy is driving me nuts, as Big Willie puts his hand in my pants, then grabs my dick, then says to his son you want to see a pice of real man meat look at this. I drop my pants and my 12X8 is rock hard sticking out, with Big Willie sons I go over to where they are fucking the white boy. Bitch see this dick you want it in you, white boy says NO but what if we give you a heavy slam, OK. I want to be honest with them, then say I have never fuck anyone the look on their face was pure SHOCK. You are 18 and NEVER fuck, Yes. They help me as the head of my dick is rubbing up and down white boy crack as they slam him, they tell me put the head in and go balls deep. White boy Stop you are splitting me in half please it hurts too much. I can't believe how great it feels as I can't go any deeper as like Im hitting something. Now fuck the bitch for as long as you can they tell me, and after 5 minutes I cum in spirt after spirt of my cum and collapse on top of him exhausted. After a few minutes I roll over and the white boy starts to clean my dick off as I see some blood on my dick as Big Willie comes over and says you better be get going as Sam is asking what is taking so long. I get back and the first Sam does to me is slap the shit out of me. YOU FUCKING BITCH YOU DON'T STICK YOU DICK IN ANYTHING UNLESS ISA SAY SO. Sam grabs a bag and pulls out a few different chastity devices, he can't find one that will fit me but put it on any way, then takes a chain around my neck then snaps a lock that says "PROPERTY of SAM" I' saving your ass as I have big plans for you BITCH.

I had met the couple that had moved in next door and they were fairly average, one a little older than the other. Not what most people would think is hot, but nice. I noticed in our first conversation that the younger one, jake, had the locked chain necklace on and seemed quiet. He was cute in the face with a well kept beard. Steve his bf did alot of the talking, and he was decently handsome, ex military with a bit of a gut. But Jake's eyes, face, and submissive nature got my dick hard as a rock. I tried to not be obvious about it but I'm sure they noticed. We exchanged numbers and promised to hang out. Not even a week later I got a text from steve asking if I would go check on jake, he wasnt answering his phone. I went over and knocked. He hollered for me to come in. I didnt see him in the living room and called out for him, he told me he was in the bedroom. I walked in and found him naked laying on his back holding up his legs showing off his hole, except for a pair of shorts that we pulled down to his ankles. He was covered in a small amount of hair looking like a hot little otter. I normally prefer the smoother look but his candor and demeanor had my attention. I got embarrassed at first. Jake told me steve had ordered him to stay like this and asked if I would take a pic to prove to him that he was still there. I laughed, but turned on as hell. Took the pic and forwarded it to steve. I was nervously laughing inside and said I better go as I tried not to stare. Jake responded he didnt mind, that he thought I was attractive, and I could stay and stare as long as I wanted. I then recieved a message from steve that pretty much said the same. My response to steve was simply if I sit staring at this sight I will wanna touch, fuck, kiss, and cream the inside of ur bf. Jake called me over for minute for him to readjust his pillow, as I did so he put his beard on my face and whispered, I'm not allowed to do anything without permission but u can do whatever u want. My phone buzzed and I looked down. Steve's response was, hes a slut hole and he likes u, breed him, stretch him, piss in him. Whatever u like. I can always get a new one. I didnt hold back I pulled my cock out and tried to slam into his ass. Too dry I added spit and rubbed my precum all over his hole. His eyes rolled back when I finally slid all the way in and he groaned. He let me rough kiss him giving myself beard burn. I left hickeys the size of baseballs on his neck and I came in him 4 times before I couldnt go any farther. He never moved from this position without me telling him to and i always put him back the way i found him, because he looked so hot like it. I left and went back to my place, as i was walking in the door i saw steve pull in and wondered what he would think of his boy now. About 20 minutes later he came to my door, naked, dripping cum down his leg and said steve said u know how to use good toys and u could keep me for a little while. He also said to tell you he added to the mess u made in my ass. I brought him in, threw him on the floor and feasted on his leaking ass for most of the rest of the night. I never thought of having a sub, but he really lives to serve all my wants, desires, kinks, and dark fantasies. Cant wait to see how this plays out.

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

Foreword - I am a Bugchaser I am a bugchaser. Nothing turns me on more than begging for a fresh load of poz cum blasted right into my bugchasing cunt. I’ve lost count how many poz loads I’ve taken over the years. But it really doesn’t matter. I’ve had syphilis, chlamydia, and gonorrhea each more than once. Whenever I get those results, my cock gets hard and my pussy gets a little wet. Mission accomplished. Another successful chase. Some people ask me why I’d get tested at all. And it’s because I want confirmation that I’m a diseased bugchasing slut. One time after I tested positive for syphilis, the doctor asked me how many sexual partners I’d had in the past month. My cock was already rock hard from hearing the results and going through all the backroom depravity in my head over the last 30 days started to make a wet spot appear on the front of my pants. I had no idea how many cocks I’d had inside me. I didn’t even see most of them. I was on all fours with my ass in the air most of the time. So I threw out a number: “At least 100.” The doctor put his head in his hands and rocked back and forth. He kept repeating, “oh...oh...oh…” over and over. Finally he sat upright and said, “Have you talked with a psychiatrist about your nymphomania?” I stood up and walked out, the syringe of penicillin still lying on his desk and the disease still with a foothold in my body. I was gonna carry this thing around for a while longer just to spite this guy! I’ve been bugchasing for a long time and I’ve thought a lot about what makes me a bugchaser. People say we’re “despicable.” They say we’re messed up in the head because we actively seek out disease. Doctors recommend counseling just for being a slut. I can’t imagine what that judgy doctor in my story would have said if I told him that I was glad I was a diseased faggot. So why do I have this fetish that’s so fucked up? Why do I do these things that make even the kinkiest gay men turn up their noses and call me a freak? Why do I want AIDS? Because sluts get AIDS and because I’m a slut! I love bareback sex. Getting AIDS would mean I’m a diseased cock- and cum-loving faggot. I love getting fucked and bred in a dark room at a party without even seeing the guys’ faces and not even caring about status. I love doing what everyone tells me I shouldn’t be doing just because it’s forbidden. Growing up, I was taught that wearing a condom was the only way to protect myself against this deadly disease. But I was never one to follow the rules. Good boys follow the rules, and I was no good boy. I got detention often. I got suspended. My grades were fine--good even--but the academic part just came naturally to me. I just always loved doing what I’m not supposed to do. So when I started having sex and the time came to decide whether I was going to use condoms or not, I chose not to. Only good boys used condoms. And I knew my decision meant I might get AIDS. This is my story.

This lunchtime, I was busy running essential errands. Called in a back street sauna, went in steam room, bent over and within 30 minutes, I had taken 4 loads, one after the other and sucked a few dicks. When i was leaving, i was getting changed with 4 other men, who was also leaving and I had their loads in my arse and they all knew it was me they fucked. Awesome...

@RandyCubby is soooo correct...IT JUST FEELS GREAT! There are really so many reasons, it feels good, for the submissive it also feels great to serve top men and feel their release inside you! All is so fun! I started out Young topping and that was fun and easy, and when you first start bottoming you have to learn about preparing yourself and there is pain initially, and sometimes even in our community there is bottom shaming, but bottoming is a glorious life! Being a slutty CumDump bottom is amazing and serving real Alpha top men is great!

The WHORING OUT concept is hot to me. For tops as well as bottoms! I never cared much for the one-way possessive, jealous arrangements I witness others having themselves gotten into. Whores playing hypocritical holy-rollers of gay dysfunction! I know several where the bottom is a total whore, encouraged, sponsored and even expected by his top to take loads all day, wear his cunt out and do whatever... piggie should be in pig-heaven! All this while the top man is at work... sounds hot, except when the top dares to get action or anybody even touches him at a sex-party , the bottom goes semi-psycho or lays down 'his law'. Acting like an old-fashioned woman really... not fun to me. My man and I are 'versatile', meaning we mostly bottom but will selectively breed pretty, smooth, promiscuous bottoms (anything else is a stretch, that requires pills). There are so many bottoms out there, the easy meat market seems flooded with them! "NEED, NEED, NEED!" Locally they are mostly poorly-photographed, husky bears.... and herein lies the trouble: I can't fuck bottoms 'bigger' than me! (to get to that point will require 'therapy' lol) I have brought guys over for my man, being 'match-maker' like a farmer who brings a heifer to his bull. And SUCCESS when I see my 'semi-top' glow and get a boner! And then I make sure I cut the formal crap so he immediately proceeds to mount and breed the 'offering'. "GET TO IT!" That shit turns me on. I also told him that we 'need to stay on TOP of our game'. That means: making concerted efforts not to become 'lazy bottoms', coaching each other to top more holes, SCORE MORE GUYS and move on without getting 'too close'. Letting the bros know all sex is ONLY A SPORT. And really, it's all about 'INCREASING OUR MARKET-SHARE'! (Yesterday, Friday went pretty well that way... one of the sluttiest days for the both of us hunting together) My regular side-kick (besides my man) is the most promiscuous, successful bottom-hunter I have ever met. He only tops and prefers it bare and claims that 'only topping' has kept him from converting.... my greatest fun comes from 'bringing him TRIBUTES', sacrificial guys to breed. The problem is, he has virtually done EVERY hot bottom in town. But sometimes I SCORE POINTS when I bring him a 'newbie' and they hit it off, fuck like animals the whole night for all I care... I get turned on when I know my top-bestie has played all night when I pop over. Most of his tricks are total strangers (to me), typically one sometimes two guys, and he typically says: "Why you still have your clothes on?" Sometimes I'm surprised seeing a now-grown-up, former twink I slobbered over in the 1990s to 2010 years. As a foolishly committed 'monogamist' back then, they were 'forbidden fruit'! Fucking stupid of me! I had a crush on one who had a huge following as an internet jerker. He is still hot as fuck but has become an insatiable party-whore with too much baggage for me. And here I see him and these other former crushes buck-naked, being raw-dogged by my buddy, posing shamelessly in amateur bb-porn. The more action he gets, the more it turns me on. Yesterday morning I came over when one of his 'toy-friends' was still naked with a boner, but getting ready for work. I took my clothes off before sexy James even left or got dressed! "DAY SHIFT TAKING OVER!" I joked, sucked the cock that just bred James, tasted good, and took my first load of the day up the ass and another all over myself... (he is insatiable and a multi-comer) All between 11 am and 2 pm, before returning to my man and his plans for hook-ups he gathered during the last hours at work. He works Scruff and Grindr and we have a few regulars that pop up as texts and via Facebook messenger. (for today, Saturday I lined up an all-bottom hottie for us both, a 'repeat' for my man, poz, fresh meat for me, a player who takes loads in New York like a champ) We are to tag him when his cheated-on big-dicked top bf thinks he is going to the gym. Too bad the TOP is supposedly 'not fun') As to my bestie, the ALL TOP: It turns him on I get turned on by his promiscuity. Sometimes as we play around he lets me know a 'regular' is coming or a trick from Scruff. I typically want him to breed the dude by himself and rush to clear the playing field. (me being 'ALL TEAM', the opposite of typical CLINGY, NEEDY and jealous bottom turns my bestie on, he told me) It's actually exciting for me, living vicariously through the most popular top on the block or really IN TOWN (don't know how to verify that claim, but I KNOW he is top-league). Lately though when I was anxious to leave, he has stopped me and told me to 'stick around'... he said: "Maybe we can take turns on him or I'll fuck you both!" Whoring out a top is a very hot fetish... and creates more colorful variations and combinations! I encourage it!

I didn't see grandad after that - he must have left while I was busy. Bill thought it was hot that he had fucked me and made me bend over the counter so he could fuck my cummy arse and shoot his load after a few thrusts as he was so excited. I cleaned up and left at the end of my shift. It was a warm night and still quite light, so I headed down to the park intending to sit by the lake and relax after the tense day I'd had. What would I do when I saw grandad next? Would I let him fuck me again? After a while, I needed a piss. There was an old, brick toilet set back amongst the trees. I went up the overgrown path and into the gloomy doorway. It smelled of damp and piss and was lit by a stained window high up near the roof. There was a narow space with a long porcelein urinal with cubicles behind it. As I entered three guys who had obviouly been playing broke apart in panic, one of them a bald little guy comically trying to drag a threadbare pair of trousers up over his bare arse. They looked at me guiltily until I smiled, went over to the porcelein urinal and unzipped my cock. It was semi-hard and I felt them relax as they saw it. The short, balding man lowered his trousers again. His lower body was flabby, hairless and slug-like in the gloom and his cock was small and flaccid. He turned and bent over. To my surprise, his buttocks had no muscle, just flabby sacks between which his hole gaped wetly with lube. Ignoring me, one of the other men went over, levered out his cock and slid it into the proferrred hole with a sigh of satisfaction, and began to thrust slowly in and out. The other two came over and closed in on me. One had greasy, curly black hair and a lazy eye, the other was tall, very thin and bald and I could see his veins knotted around his arms and the calves below his shorts. "Hey." Said the guy with the greasy hair. "Nice cock you got there", and he licked his lips lewdly at me. The other guy said nothing, but encased my cock in his boney fingers and rubbed it gently until it was hard. I was excited, but also scared. What if someone came in? Nearby, the small guy was bending over and sobbing as he was fucked, and I distinctly heard him whisper "Oh yeah!..please!..give me your poz load!" I felt the hairs rise on my neck as I realised how depraved these guys were, but I could move or resist. The thin guy released my cock and fumbled with my belt. "W..w..wait "I gasped. " I'm not sure..." The greasy haired guy nuzzled my ear and carressed my cock. "Easy..no one's going to hurt you...you want to play don't you?" My trousers fell to the wet floor, and the thin man dragged my underpants down with them. Before I could protest, the greasy haired guy bent forward and took my cock into his mouth. I gasped at the sensation and couldn't help pushing it further in. The thin guy took my neck, turned my head and smiled at me. His teeth were black and filthy, and I could see crusty sores in the corner of his mouth. He took my hand and encircled it around his thick, surprisingly long cock. I looked down at it, and noticed the upper shaft and head had a number of angry red warts and his pee-hole was drooling some kind of slimey discharge. I tried to back away, but my resolve was going as the man sucked my cock and I watched the little man being sodomised. Suddenly, the top grunted and came in him. He sighed happily and slid it out. The shaft was cummy and slimey and the small man's gaping hole glinted wetly, drooling cum as he straightened up. "You like that, don'tcha? "Whispered the thin man. "Yeah, you want some dirty cock." Oh god. I thought. This was bad news. Goodness knows what diseases these guys were carrying. "Show us you want it." He said, and offered me his cock to suck. I bent forward, feeling the shaft and the warts encrusting it, and hesitated. But he thrust his hips forward and that disgusting cock slipped into my mouth. "Yeah, " He whispered. "Suck it, bitch. " I felt a hand slide over my bottom, and then the greasy haired guy dropped to his knees, clamped his mouth to my arsehole, and slid his tongue up inside. I was shocked, and embarrassed as I hadn't cleaned out before I left the sauna, but he didn't seem to mind the slime inside and pulled my hips back into his face. To be continued....

Josiah had come over after his girlfriend had dumped him. She had said he was too sensitive and not aggressive enough in bed. I was a bit shocked. He asked if he could crash on my couch for tonight and I let him. He knew I was gay and never seemed to have a problem with it at all so I thought nothing of it. Then about 20 minutes after I had gone to bed he sneaks into my room and when I ask him what he needs he says he just needs to be held. I warned him that I was naked under the blankets. He shrugged and then removed his clothes. I was shocked, I had never seen him completely naked and it was a glorious thing even in my barely lit bed room. He then picked up the covers and laid done in front of me obviously wanting to be the little spoon. He grabbed my arm and drug it over his chest so I was holding him. I tried to keep my crotch and throbbing new erection away from this muscular ass as I wasn’t sure that would go well. But he wasn’t having that either. He backed into me and told me to hold tight and drape my leg over him. I told him it might not be a great idea for a gay man to do that. He told me, just lay ur boner in my crack for now and hold me tight please. So I did. And I lay there pulsing precum into my friends ass crack while holding his muscular body tight. He was humming and seemed content. He then asked me “can u sleep like this? Am I too hot temp wise, or do u need to get off first?” “Your temp is great, but you moaning and squirming is probably gonna keep me up If I don’t get off. As I’m sure u can tell I’m slowly coating ur ass in my precum.” “It feels good, if u need to cum just do whatever u need, I’m not letting go till morning.” “U want me to fuck you?” “I’ve never had a real guy do it, only toys, and u don’t have to, u can cum in my crack or on my back, but I’m not letting u go.” In that moment I slid my cock down his crack and jabbed at his entrance. He just kept humming a squirming as normal, no pull away, no body wince. So I pushed forward with my precum covered dick and his ass gave me some entrance. He jumped a bit at that, but made sure to put himself back as soon as he could to make sure I knew I had permission. I was pumping so much precum at that point it kept making it easier to inch forward. Between my precum and the ass juices I was starting to dig out of him his ass was giving into me. His humming changed into moaning as I was fucking him. Once everything felt slick enough I bottomed out in him. I am not small and pretty thick. He gasped but didn’t move. His ass started to vibrate in its attempt to adjust and that was all I could take. I flooded his hole with my 3 day load. He hummed and I could feel him smile and hold me tighter. “Leave it in and go to sleep now Ryan.” He said. The next morning I expected him to be gone, but he wasn’t. We had separated in our sleep, but he still had a hand on my stomach and an ankle crossing mine. I had to pee so I got up and ran to the bathroom when I came back he was laying there, I asked if I could take his pic with my phone as a memory, he said yes but he didn’t want it to be over or just a memory.

Ok gents, this is the final edit of my short smut. I hope you sick fucks enjoy this twist. THE GIVING MAN The Giving Man is what they call me. In a sense, it’s fitting, being as I am known for being generous. But perhaps I’m being vague also on the title that is now so endearing to me, for I no longer give money or support to just anyone anymore nor do I have a sugar baby. I’ve learned that lesson all too well. I am hiv positive gay man in his mid-forties that gives the gift of infecting those who choose to be infected with the virus. Hence the title that I am aptly labeled; Giving Man. Judge away, it is of no concern to me. I do not infect those who are ignorant of my status and I don’t lie or hide it either. Those I infect know exactly what they are getting into. But that’s beside the point, I was actually given the title long before I infected anyone, for I use to be a sugar daddy. That is until I was horribly wronged by a beautiful charlatan that almost destroyed me. Do you have time for a story? It’s obvious you do otherwise what the fuck are you doing reading this right now? Not that I’m bitching, I can wait to tell you my tale of revenge if need be, otherwise here it goes: —————- I am a damn good looking guy, tall dark and handsome standing six feet, three inches, two hundred and thirty pounds of hard hairy muscle, black hair with some silver, brown eyes with a clean cut beard. I would even confess that some would call me a dashing, strapping stud on his way to silver fox daddy status. I’m also fairly wealthy to boot and the boys are easily seduced by my charms. I was undetectable, once, until a vicious villainous brat made me change my mind about my status. As a successful plot of revenge I let my status go from undetectable to infectious. But it wasn’t always that way. I had gotten infected when I was thirty after participating in a gang bang conversion party. I was high from meth and I wasn’t sorry. I knew the risks and I still use from time to time. But I use it only for enhanced sex and never to to cope as most would say as an excuse for their addiction. I happen to be quite responsible when it comes to partying and I respect drugs, never abusing them. However I use to be aware of the fact that I am responsible for this status and I took my meds when directed which was once everyday. So yes I was undetectable, until I met this jerk who ruined me emotionally and used me for my money and shelter among other necessities, and for what? Well in the end I had the last laugh. With some help I was a part of a coup d’état get back what he paid me, and more. So anyway to cut to the chase, shortly after I was diagnosed I got on my meds and was undetectable a month after. That's around when I met an eighteen year old bottom boy who was cute as can be, red hair, blue eyes, fair skin with lots of hair everywhere, from chest to the rest, hair blanketed his heavenly slim form. Very sexy, and red heads who are handsome are exceptionally rare to me, sorry to most of you gingers out there, I mean no offense. This guy was from a well off Christian family who disowned him for being gay, and threw him out on the street. If it weren’t for me, heaven knows what he would have done aside from selling his tight little asshole to disgusting degenerates too hideous for his sensibilities. Again I’m not insulting those who pay for sex, I do without shame, but I’m speaking from this cunts point of perspective. But I digress. I met him in Chicago during IML and he had lost his job and started selling himself to survive. He was fresh on the street and I could tell he had never done anything of this nature before. So I hired him for the night and pretty much he’s been with me ever since then. Well he was with me until a little over a year ago to be exact. He had been with me for close to nine years. That’s how long I took care of this pariah, and I had nothing to show for it. The thing is, we never fucked in those long nine years. Nope, not even a kiss or a blow job had come between us. Why you may ask? I don’t fucking know. Maybe because I was that kind of chump that wanted his heart before sinking my thick hairy dick into his bubblegum colored asshole that I’m sure was covered in thick red hair. Plus I believed he would come around and we would end up married...and boy was I a real fucking chump then! His name was Tyke, (yeah go figure) and as I said he was eighteen at the time and fresh on the street. In fact I was his first customer and his last as far as I know. So I hired him and we went into my hotel room where he was propositioning guys for cash, and instead of fucking him, I listened to his story and respected his virtue and did nothing sexual. We cuddled that night and I stupidly fell for it. I wasn’t too sure he was being honest about his status so we went to the Howard Brown Clinic there in Boystown to get his test results, to which we found out his wasn’t reactive to the instant HIV test, meaning he was negative. I got him some PrEP and told him to start taking it immediately, for it would keep him safe from the virus if he should ever decided to be a fucking cum dump for me or anyone else or if somehow my meds couldn’t protect him. There’s always that slim chance. So that was that. Tyke came home with me to Palm Springs, California where he wanted for nothing. I gave him everything he desired. I got him a car, his own room with toys like video game systems, exercise equipment, memberships to the gym I attended, food, expensive clothes, spirits to lift his mood, cannabis for which he smoked immense amounts of, I mean anything he wanted, even cocaine. But no to the meth, he said to me once out of nowhere, so I kept my use of it secret. No sense alarming him over something I had control over. He never knew as far as I thought. Then he started working as a bartender, to which he only worked for a split minute before I encouraged him to live off an allowance I was willing to give him. He sure acted like he loved me then, but yet we still didn’t fuck. For some reason he had an excuse as to why he wouldn’t. The biggest and most important of these bullshit reasons was; “I wanna save myself for marriage,” he would respond. “Ok,” I said to him, “I can respect that.” And that was that. I just held him and we slept. Nothing to it. A few months later I noticed he was jerking off and so I thought he was starting to let loose and maybe I could infringe upon him my desires and hopefully get my dick wet. So I entered his room naked and wanting his youthful form to grind and take in my mature rock hard handsome form. Surprised at my deliberate sensual act he exclaimed, “I’m not ready for that, I’m sorry!” “No, no,” I said like a fucking dimwit, “I was wrong to assume.” He gave me a peck on the lips and smiled, “Good night,” and turned over and fell asleep soundly. Frustrated at myself for thinking he was ready I went back into my room, closed the door, then I slammed myself with some tina and jerked off all night to porn. This was my sex life for several years. What an idiot I was. For months I would try and try to convince him that I loved him, which I did, and that I wanted to make him my husband and finally fuck him, but he would conveniently avoid the subject and talk about going to school for psychology and then maybe afterward he would consider it, to which I agreed and even funded his college along with all he ever wanted or needed. Then a few months became one year, then one year became seven years, but still no dipping the wick for me even though I had offers left and right from some hot looking twinks. I wanted him, only him and he knew he had me and used that to his advantaged unbeknownst to my dumb ass. So right before the time he wronged me, he was in his mid-twenties, and he looked amazing. He was working out, eating right, and going to school, making good marks even graduating with a degree and starting his own practice with my help of course. Needless to say I was proud of him, except he still refused me. I would remind him of his promise to consider it which he would aptly reply, “I’m still in the process,” “Fine,” I would sigh. “If you wanna be with someone else, go for it. But if you wanna be with me you have to wait. That’s just how I roll. But don’t worry, you will be the first to know!” Needless to say that night I slammed some more tina and jerked off to porn. Those nights were becoming more and more frequent but I was careful not to over-indulge. But the frustration was building up and it wouldn’t be long before I would have to terminate this bullshit deal he was giving me. ————— One night it would draw to a head, I was sick of his crap and he was starting to get on my nerves, expecting me to wait on him hand and foot. He also just assumed that I would buy him everything without any fucking gratitude. Finally on the night in question, I was fed up with his refusal to marry me or to at least kiss me with some tongue. Come to find out he had his agenda and it surfaced. He had read my documents from the doctors office and didn’t tell me until I brought the subject of marriage up once again to which he had a definitive answer, “Sweetheart,” The fucking faggot said in his tone of arrogance, “I will never marry you.” “What?” I said on the verge of tears, “but why?!” “First off you haven’t been honest with me about your status. You’re positive?” “Yes, but I was never dishonest,” I answered to which he shook his femmy peacock head at me. “Um yeah you were,” he sneered, “you didn’t tell me that you were hiv positive, so…” “I never told you because it never came up,” I argued, “you never asked nor did it seem like you cared. Besides I’m undetectable do you know what that means?” “Yes,” he said, with his now muscular arms crossed, “but you could still infect me.” “Not if you’re taking your PrEP!” I said with irritation, “are you taking your PrEP?” “No! But so what? That has nothing to do with it,” he said, the cocky dicksuck, “Besides, the man I would love and marry wouldn’t need meds, nor would I need them to have sex with him.” I scoffed at that statement, “Oh my lord, this is fucking insane!” “How so?” He barked at me, “We wouldn’t be encumbered by such precautionary notions because we would be a natural couple, understand?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “No,” I barked at him, “I don’t understand, please enlighten me on how I am not natural?” He fucking sighed at me, “What I mean by natural is with no need of pills or condoms or risks between us like other normal couples.” “What the fuck do you know about normal! I am normal!” He continued, “You are not normal, silly sad little man. In fact, you are unnatural, and therefore you and I will never happen.” I was fucking livid, “I fucking supported you for these several years, giving you anything you wanted, paying your way, giving you opportunity you wouldn’t have had otherwise!” “I may have, so that’s incorrect to say.” “Not on the street as a fucking hustler! How could you have such a disgusting and vile notion of the man who loves you unconditionally?” “I never asked for all of this,” he said peering at his manicured nails, the fucking faggot, “you offered and I obliged. Who wouldn’t?” I was torn apart by what he was telling me and began to cry, “And what now, my love? Are you to expect me to support you after saying such atrocious words to the man who fucking loves you!?” “Why no,” he said smiling, “the allowance you have allotted me over the years has allowed me to accumulate my own wealth and now with my business up and going, and a nice chunk of change, for which I do appreciate. Alas, however, I am sorry to say your service is no longer needed.” “My fucking services?!” I barked. “I leave within the hour. I’ve had my stuff packed and shipped to my new place in LA. I prepared for this exodus from you weeks before graduation. I have set myself up pretty nice now thanks to your generous yet gullible nature.” I picked up a very expensive sculpture I had acquired in Spain, and threw it at him, to which he quickly dodged and then tackled me. He was much stronger now and had me pinned to the floor of our living room, correction, MY living room, it was never his. He laughed in my face and said, “Foolish old man, you didn’t really believe I would marry an infected piece of shit like you? Look at me! I am gorgeous, smart, young and I’ve already fallen head over heels for a worthy fellow who is also young, gorgeous, smart and even has his own accumulated income.” “No…” I wailed and the tears covered my face. “That’s right, I have a boyfriend in the city waiting for me, waiting to fuck me again and again! Fuck he’s hot! Hotter than you!” “Fuck you, faggot!” I struggled to get up but he still had me pinned. “He is so good in bed, let just tell you all about it!” “No,” I cried. “He’s fucked me so many times, why, I may be the first pregnant man without being transgendered.” “YOU ASSHOLE!” I screamed to which he punched me in the gut and I was down for the count. He whispered in my ear, “I got you, my sweet friend. You were waiting for nothing and you didn’t read the signs of my brilliant designs. Oh well, we live and learn don’t we?” We live and learn, I began to sob. He laughed as he stood up and brushed himself off, “Oh boo-hoo, fucker! You had your designs on me so obviously I felt no guilt twisting the trick upon you. It’s what I call a flip slip and it’s deserving of you to have such done to ya since you were so eager to fuck me with your infected cock!” “Mark me, boy,” I said with tears of rage as I was getting up, “one year from now, it will be me who has the last chuckle of this whole charade. It will be you who weeps in the end and I who laughs at your demise.” Tyke laughed so hard he almost fell backwards and then said, “Right, old man, whatever makes you sleep at night.” Another man came from behind him, Asian, and well formed, but smooth. He had let himself in no doubt and Tyke was expecting him. “Is everything ready,” Tyke said without taking his eyes off of me, “It’s time for me to get the fuck out of this dungeon.” “Why yes,” the Asian said, “your lover awaits. Is all well here? Did you defeat this tyrant?” Tyrant? So the fucker lied about me to make me the villain. Fucking piece of shit. “He can no longer hurt me,” Tyke said, “he’s just a stupid lonely sad old man.” As soon as I got up, Tyke kicked me back to the ground and I lay there in pain as they both left laughing. When I was finally able to stand I wailed in agony for the wrong that had been done. But at the time there was nothing I could have done. I didn’t want meth because I didn’t want to be conscious any longer, so I busted into my wine cellar and drank and drank and drank… Later that night after drinking to the point of almost dying, I crawled into my bed, and fell asleep. No more I could do for that day, except rest. ——— Two months passed and I was numb to the world. The only thing that mattered was getting that fuck head back. But how? I had no idea where he lived or how I could do justice to the insidious deed that he had done to me. I felt that I had lost to him and there was no way I would get retribution for his crimes against me. That is until I met a man named Chemical Mike. Chemical Mike was a chemist that cooked and sold the best meth in the land. He was a mystery, a legend, maybe even a myth, for no one had ever seen him before. I figured he was a conglomeration of dealers and chemists using his name as a false handle to throw off the law. But then he contacted me through a note and a network of people he had working for him. The note, I found in my stash of meth I kept well hidden and locked away in a safe beneath my floorboards in my closet. So immediately I was shocked when I found said note with a couple of syringes filled with what I assumed was loaded shots of different colors. The note said; Your burden weighs heavy my friend, but if you come to me, you shall be released! I know of the sin committed against you and I want to help. Bring these shots to the bus station downtown and there you will meet a man who goes by the name Hobo Joe. He is the boatman to my River Styx, if you catch my drift? I didn’t but I continued reading the message to myself, He will lead you to a car that will lead you to me after you give him these loaded shots. Do it now and be quick, for Hobo Joe leaves the bus station for the shelter at 10pm and then he’s in for the night. The sooner you get to Hobo Joe the sooner you will get to me and you shall have your revenge. Destroy this note by stuffing it into the capsule that is with the shots and swallow it. Do it now. Do it quick. For you never know who may be watching. - Chem M I wasted no time, I followed his instructions and balled up the thin paper into the capsule and swallowed it, then locked up my safe, which made a hissing sound but I had no time to check it, and then I left. I didn’t go back to my house again until about a year and a half later to sell it. As I drove to the bus depot, some cop cars went the opposite direction, speeding and flashing their lights. It was strange because my gut was reassuring me that I had left in time. Hopefully they hadn’t spotted this Chem M who said he would help me. But I thought nothing more of it. I was at the bus station close to ten at night when I saw Hobo Joe outside by the trash, dressed in what looked like a cloak and robes all tattered and filthy. I could not see his face which made him look ethereal and sinister. I went to him and introduced myself. He was expecting me. “Payment for transit to the one who seeks you,” he said to me in a raspy voice that sounded like he had swallowed glass. I gave him the loaded shots within the brown paper bag to conceal them and after inspection he signaled me to follow him three blocks away where a black sedan was waiting. I turned to thank him but he had vanished already. Strange but again I didn’t think anything of it. Probably best, I thought. I got into the car from the back passenger seat, when suddenly the driver, a muscular handsome black man, pulled out a gun and said, “Hold up now, muthafucka, are you packin?” “N-no,” I squealed, “Chemical Mike told me to follow Hobo Joe to this car!” “I know that, you son of a bitch! But are you armed?” “No!” I groaned, “I don’t like guns!” The man laughed and put his piece away, “Cool.” “I’m—“ I began to introduce myself but he stopped me. “I don’t give a fuck who you are, man. I’m just your driver, that’s it.” “Ok,” I said quickly and located my seatbelt straps. “Hold on now, sucka, cuz we got one bitch of a night to drive through.” As I buckled my seatbelt he floored the gas and sped out, through the side streets onto the main highway then out of town, and for two hours he drove and I sat silent. We stopped in the middle of the desert and then drove off road after passing a billboard that said, “SAFETY BELTS SAVE LIVES.” He drove me into wild country for about another hour thirty minutes and the ride was bumpy. He was flying over the sand in this pumped up sedan I thought would stall. It we made it to what looked like a camp with tents everywhere. Then he stopped in front of a huge RV that looked really expensive located past what looked like a camp with tents and shanty structures. This vehicle was towards the back of the camp close to a rocky steppe that was near the mountains. The RV was a shiny black with extended windows and what looked like running water and electricity, it also had satellite dishes on top. It was located next to a nice big bonfire not far from the settlement we walked through. We got out of the car and I followed the driver to the bonfire nearby. People were fucking around the fire, men and women, hopefully of age, naked and writhing against each other. The orgy distracted me a little because the man grabbed me and said, “Pay attention, muthafucka!” and he brought me into the RV. —————— It was so beautiful on the inside, bigger than what I expected, much larger than a bus, decked out with anything and everything the modern world had to offer. We walked into the living area where a gay porn was playing on a huge flatscreen and it was being controlled from someone sitting a huge sofa chair, facing away from where we came in so therefore it concealed whoever was sitting in it. I assumed it was Chemical Mike. “I am just outside that door, sucka,” the driver said while cocking his gun, “all it would take is one wrong move and your ass is iced, got it?” I nodded and he left me alone with the chair facing the monitor, which the monitor was around seventy inches at least. The porn flipped off and then there was a recording of me and Tyke that night! I watched as Tyke left with the Asian laughing. He had been spying on me! Then there were mini screens of Tyke meeting with a handsome Latin man during school, and Tyke getting fucked by him unbeknownst to them. This guy had been tracking Tyke’s pursuits. But why? “You truly have been had, my friend,” a voice from the chair said as it slowly turned revealing a man in his late thirties. He was handsome with black hair, green eyes and olive skin, slender, with a beard unkempt and kind of scraggly but he looked well manicured otherwise. His clothes were simple, an Addidas tee-shirt with plaid shorts and orange rubber sandals, the rest of his outfit was in tones of red and brown. “You have me at a disadvantage it seems,” I said to him standing there. “So it seems,” he said with a smile. Man was he fucking sexy! The more I gazed upon him, the more I liked what I was looking at. He was definitely an otter. “Your ex-boyfriend, our enemy, Tyke?” He started with his hands together on his lap, “has been a thorn in our side, no?” “I'm sorry and please forgive my indiscretion,” I asked somewhat confused, “but what has he done to you?” I was hoping it wouldn’t piss him off enough to call in that armed guard he had at the door. “Well shit,” he said as he stood up, “I’m jumping ahead here. I suppose, first, I should introduce myself. I’m Mike.” “Hello Mike,” I said and offered my hand to him, to which he refrained from taking so I lowered it quickly, “Chemical Mike I presume?” “You presume correctly,” he said as he pulled a remote from his pocket and clicked the button on it switching the screen to Tyke working with the DEA, “So, this little fuck, forgive my language, has been helping the police take down my men. He has helped the pigs sack twelve of my most successful plugs in the Palm Springs area already. I’m losing business because of this fuckhead and I want payback!” “Gotcha,” I said now understanding where this was headed. Mike walked a bit closer to me and asked, “Just who does this faggot think he is? What, he thinks his shit don’t stink, and thinks that he can just waltz upon my domain and piss upon my face?” “I’m sorry about that,” I said to him, “I had no idea.” “You do know you get your stuff from me right? Mostly everyone does in the LA area. I’ve got this place on lockdown because my shit is the shit! The best!” “Again I had no idea.” “I can tell,” he said and clicked the remote again to reveal the DEA at my house! “What the fuck—“ I exclaimed. “You’re ex here has thrown you under the NARC bus it seems…” “But...why?” “He’s found out your little secret, my product that you dabble in, and now plans to bury you and me with it.” I was shocked beyond comprehension. That slimy red haired fuck! They were at my house searching for drugs but as it seemed they found nothing yet. “Don’t worry,” Mike said, “when they find your safe full of my product, it will already be destroyed. Didn’t you hear that hissing noise?” I was now recalling it, “Yes but I didn’t think anything of it.” He smiled and started walking around the room revealing his chemistry devices he had hidden. “As you now realize, I am a chemist. Actually I’m the superlative of chemist. I’m the best there ever was.” “Wow,” I was dumbfounded. “I have placed a small acid bomb of my own design in your safe, which activated after you shut and locked it.” “How did you—“ “I am incredibly smart, and very stealthy.” “Amazing,” I said. I was seriously impressed and also frightened. If he could move that fast and unnoticed, what could he do to me that I hadn’t even fathomed? He continued, “Worry not, my friend. i won’t hurt you. And don’t worry about the safe or the product, I can reimburse you.” “What will this bomb do to the safe?” Chemical Mike smiled, “It will destroy everything within the safe and break it down the drugs to a molecular level so that the product can not be traced.” “And the safe?” “Compromised, toast, including the lock so not only will they have a wonderful time trying to get it open, but when they finally do open it, they will find a very dangerous chemical, which is my trademark for those who pry too much in my affairs. That is of course if they have a warrant to open the safe and if they find it of course.” “What does the chemical do?” Chemical Mike laughed as he concealed his chemistry sets and then said, “Many of these DEA fucks have lost fingers and face parts fucking with me and my clientele! If they do find this safe of yours and try to open it? Tender parts will be compromised.” “Will I get in trouble?” “Nah,” he said, waving his hand at me, “because you aren’t holding anything illegal anymore, and you have a right to set legal booby traps. My friend Nico, who does security, recommends such devices.” “Forgive me but I still don’t understand,” I replied, “What do I have to do with you? Why me? Why did you spy on me?” “Believe it or not,” Mike said walking up to me, “you are one of my favorite clients. You don’t rat my dealers out, in fact you have good rapport with them, you keep your nose clean, you’re discreet about your use, not even your backstabbing beau knew of your vice until a few months ago, to which he incorporated into his plans to leave you hapless, just so you wouldn’t have any funny ideas of payback, I imagine.” “That fucking prick!” I exclaimed, but Mike held his hand up. “However,” Mike reassured me, “he couldn’t prove that you were doing anything until he helped bust your dealers, which are MY top employees and also close friends. So you see this situation has made us strange bedfellows.” “What are you saying?” I was trying to get to the point here to which he said gruffly, “My fucking men are in county jail because of this lying manipulative red headed cunt! I want his blood! And you my dear are going to help me get it.” I was speechless, he kept going as he walked around me, “I had to wait though before I could make my move due to the delicacy of the situation. I didn’t want to get you in trouble but also I had to wait for him to strike so that I could get one of my stealthy employs to sneak the trap and the message into your abode. Plus I want to help you. I’ve been watching you for awhile, for reasons that are my own.” And there it was. I didn’t even need to think about it. I would help him destroy this fucking twat. “What do you want me to do?” I asked. “So you will help me bring this fucker down?” Mike asked surprisingly. “Why not?” I asked, “I said I would have my revenge in a year.” “Yes,” he said as he continued to make his revolution around me, “curious as to how you would know that or figure that in.” “I dunno,” I said as I peered down to my feet, “just something within me made me say it. Maybe it was my anger and pain.” He stopped in front of me smiling and said, “Or maybe I subliminally integrated that within you with some simple psychology, like playing a subliminal message in your room when you argued with him that day.” “Wait,” I said as I looked at him, “what?” He smiled and started to walk around me again, “I knew he was using you for awhile now and I couldn’t figure out why he would. You’re smart and handsome and quite a catch.” “A catch that caught the booty cooties, I’m infected with HIV,” I responded, “which is why he refused me and also reminds me that I must take my pill now.” “I would let you fuck me,” he said as he was coming around to the front of me, “but I too am hiv positive so...anyway, you’re undetectable now?” “Yes,” I said reaching for my meds that were in my pocket. When I found them I opened the lid and was about to take a pill out and swallow it when he stopped me. “Listen to me for a moment,” Mike said, “what if you infected him with the virus and then helped me frame him for everything? Set his red ass up and have him put away for a long time, simultaneously freeing my employees and getting the DEA off my dick to boot? I’ll pay you, no, reward you for a job well done?” Immediately I was interested, “How?” “Simple,” he said and grabbed my meds and threw them into the garbage dispenser that was nearby which was industrial model because it ate the bottle within seconds. I gasped but he stopped me, “Hey now, don’t worry. After a year, and the deed is done you can start taking them again.” “I’ll develop a mutation that will make me resistant to my meds.” “Nuh uh,” he said and stuck a shot into my arm and injected the contents within immediately which made me scream, “FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK!?” “Shhhhhhhh,” he said trying to calm me, “behave yourself or my man outside will blow your dome clear the fuck off your neck, boo.” The guy came in gun in hand and assessed the situation, “Everything cool?You want me to ice this bitch?” “No Franklin,” Mike said rubbing my arm, “tell ya what, take the rest of the night off. You did good, man. I got this fool.” Franklin looked at me then at Mike, “if you need me…” “Right,” Mike said smiling, “I call ya.” “Watch yourself, sucka!” Franklin said and then left us alone. “You see,” Mike said still rubbing the injection site, “gotta be cool around me, man.” “What the fuck did you inject me with?” I managed to whimper. Then Mike said, “My chemical masterpiece, this is my special recipe that will stop your body from developing a resistance to the drugs you’re taking for it without suppressing the virus. This one shot I gave you will last a year from this day. After a year you will need to take your meds again, that is unless I give you another shot.” “I’ve never heard of such a drug that is able to do that!” I exclaimed rubbing my arm. “No one has,” Mike said throwing the needle into the grinding dispenser, “I discovered a way to suppress the body developing a resistance while keeping it viral. I am the greatest chemist to have ever lived, ya know.” I was pleasantly shocked. He smiled, patted my shoulder and then walked back to his seat and clicked the monitor back to porn. “So,” he said as he sat down, “Mr. Giving Man, let’s be friends, what do you say?” I couldn’t help but smile. —— So after we discussed the plan that I agreed to, Mike lead me outside and past the orgy and then set me up in a tent outside. I was to stay with the rest of his crew who were still in the midst of the orgy by the fire. He said I could join them or not but either or we started early in the morning so best get some rest. So I refrained from pleasure. I wanted to save my load for the bastard that ruined my life, and Mike was going to help me with that. Months passed, and during this time I remained in the desert with Mike, and he worked me out hard. First, he taught me chemistry. He taught me how to make meth, then he taught me the business; the best way to distribute product, then how to use it in moderation and how to administer others without missing the vein, what to do if I missed, medical procedures and prognosis and such. He taught me everything because he said, “It will make you far more creative when you finally faced the cocksucking bastard. Plus I like ya and want to show you the basics of my work. Just don’t start cooking it without my consent and start your own business or I will find you, are we cool on that?” “Yessir,” I said. He gave me the look of lust, licking his lips after saying that. “Don’t make me punish you,” he said as we got back to my training. We flirted a lot. But he was very strict otherwise and was adamant about this plot so the flirting ended as soon as it started at times. Eventually, I learned all of the rules of the meth game. But that wasn’t all. Mike taught me how to use a gun, how to tie someone up, and kidnap them without leaving any traces. He taught me how to sneak quietly and silently like a spider about to pounce on its prey. Then he made me lift weights and had one of his men teach me hand to hand combat. I learned everything from how to subdue someone quickly and quietly to using chemicals to stun my targets. Mike taught me about chloroform and it’s uses. Basically Chemical Mike made me into his weapon, his administer, and eventually, even his lover. ——— I remember the night he practically seduced me, although he blames me for the seduction. It’s neither here nor there... It was a week before D-day, so I had to prepare. I was doing push ups outside about ten yards from the RV and I was hot and sweaty from the workout in the desert and he came to me with some water. I stopped and drank. I was hot and I felt my muscles flexing now without effort, flexing more so than they ever had, and he quietly watched me as I poured the water down my steamy hot body, and I swear, it was just to cool down. I wiped the water from my face and chest with my shirt I had on earlier and… “Come,” Mike said without giving me the notion of being turned on, “we have much to discuss about the week at hand.” I followed him into the RV and he lead me passed his living area and passed the lab where he cooked meth into the room I had never been in. It was his lavish Persian like bedroom, lavish because it was adorned with fine fabrics and cushions with mirrors surrounding the room and lights of purple, red, pink, and blue making the area seductive to the sights. Marble statues of naked men were placed in areas around the bedroom. It was quite the hedonist den. Electronic music played in the background and a large flatscreen upon the wall played Treasure Island Media, and I recognized the scene called Primal which was one of the best scenes shot in porn ever. I was about as big as the top and he was about the size of the bottom, I noticed. He sat down at the table and pulled out some shots and said, “I am well pleased with your progress. So let’s take a few days off and just have some fun.” “Really?” I said to him as I sat across from him, “shouldn’t we focus on the task at hand?” He shot me a look of disdain and then nodded his head to the screen, “You see that porn that is playing right now? I have always wanted to be fucked that way, and to my disappointments never had the chance. Now look at you. You’re about Luca Bondi’s size because of my training. So, you owe me for that killer body you now possess, do you not?” I smiled, “I suppose so.” Mike undressed to his jockstrap and his body was beautiful, no, absolutely gorgeous! He was slender but firm, wasn’t as hairy as I am, but he had tufts of it on his chest, in his groin area, and on the small of his back and of course moderately covering his ass and crack. His black hair was radiant and green eyes beamed. Chemical Mike was a fine stock of male. Yeah I wanted him. To tell the truth I wanted him when I first laid eyes on him. “Do you want to administer me,” he asked as he wrapped the tourniquet around his arm and then placed it downward upon his knee. “Are you sure,” I asked. “No, but,” he said, “I trust you. I want you to know that.” “I trust you too,” I said as I grabbed the loaded shot and went for his arm. I found the fat vein I needed and followed protocol, using an alcoholic swab over the injection site. Before I pierced him with the needle, I leaned in and kissed the vein and looked up at him. He was smiling. “Oh you’re such a Romeo aren’t ya?” He chuckled. Quietly, I smiled and got down to business. I positioned the bevel up with the point flush against his skin. “Ready,” I said in a deep masculine voice looking up at him. “Born ready,” he smiled, “show me what you have learned out here in the desert.” “Ok,” Without hesitation I pierced him quickly and pulled back the plunger and immediately a red silky stream flashed into the barrel, and as quickly as I pulled back, I pushed the plunger in silently as he pulled the tourniquet off. I pulled the needle out quickly and he bellowed out a huge cough. And then his rush turned him red like a rose. “Holy fucking Moley!” He exclaimed as he tore his jockstrap off and fell on the bed rubbing his cock which was erect and then rubbed his beautiful hairy hole which was now exposed, “I have never let anyone do that to me before!” “Really?” I chuckled as I ripped off my shirt and pants, “I don’t believe you.” “No shit!” He said, as I looked into his eyes, which were now black and shaped as saucers, “you’re the first.” “I’m honored,” I smiled. I wrapped the tourniquet around my left bicep and pumped my hand. I walked over next to him and I laid down naked on the bed next to him as I slowly injected myself. I snapped the tourniquet off before pulling out the needle so not to cause bruising and then it hit me like a fucking semi truck. I coughed so much and moaned because it was so intense and laid closer next to him and controlled my breathing. He giggled and stared at me as I got it together. I looked at him and he kissed me long and deep in the mouth and I gave it right back. He tasted like tina and sweat. Thank god the room was cool with air conditioning or we would have suffered heat stroke. We were both hot and sweaty as our bodies came together, wet and slippery, grinding our erections together, feeling my cock get plumper as we did. Suddenly he went down upon me licking my pits which were ripe from working out in the desert, then to my hard nipples which were wired to my cock, making it harder still. Then he was on my dick with his wet mouth that seemed to take the whole length down until he gagged just a bit but this wasn’t his first rodeo. He sucked dick like a fucking champion. “Oh fuck,” I moaned as he caramelized my cock with his saliva and started making slurping sounds taking my girth and length all the way in and out, drenching it after a few moments. He then stopped and got on his back and signaled me with his hands to come to him, which I did, dripping sweat along the way, reaching my face to his face as he wrapped his arms around me and I felt my cock slide like a hot dog into a bun across his perky asshole, the wrinkles of it stimulating my thick engorged shaft. We kissed long and deep as we grinded and he moaned into my mouth as my tongue thrust into his throat, and then I started sucking his mouth open, making him moan even harder into it. Finally it was time to fuck as I lifted my body up to view the hole I was going to fill with cock. I spit and it fell directly upon the orifice which seemed to drink it instantly, then I inserted the head of my dick into him as I watched his face open wide with a groan of instantaneous pleasure. “Oh goddamn,” he moaned as I forced my entire member into his hungry asshole, “fuck yes! Give me that awesome cock, you fucker!” So I did. I began to pound him hard as he moaned loudly and I could hear myself groaning too. “Oh fuck yeah,” I moaned dripping sweat upon him as he was already drenched with his own. The sheets were soaked as I thrust into him again and again just like the top was doing to the bottom in the porn he had playing on a loop, it seemed, because it played the whole time I fucking pounded him. In and out I rammed his asshole which was like a warped rubber band about to snap around a tree log which was now in jackhammering rhythm. I fucked the hell out of him as he moaned and wailed in ecstasy, “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! OH FUCK!” It seemed like hours passed. I fucked him that way until I fell upon him and kissed him long and deep. Then I flipped him around and got him on his stomach and drove my fucking long stump into his stretched sopping asshole which seemed to drool every time I’d pull out, with his moans being muffled by the pillows his head was buried into. My calves wrapped around his calves as I entered him and left him with thrusts. I was kissing the back of his neck as my cock went in then out and back in getting deeper each time. I was fucking the noise out of him as I pumped and pumped and pumped… “AHHHH FUCK!” He yelled in pleasure as I growled. I grabbed his face and turned it towards mine and we mouthed each other, slobber running down our necks as we did. Both of us getting more and more drenched as I pumped his now opened asshole which was more like a turkey scooped out of stuffing. It was cavernous and gaping! Fuck it was hot! I did exactly what the top did in that scene, thrusting harder and harder, sopping wet with sweat and spit, kissing him and holding him from behind until we switched positions. I flipped him around again and fucked him missionary while kissing him and growling into his mouth. Hours passed and finally I was ready to seed. “You want it?” I growled while smiling at him looking him in the eyes. “Fuck yes I want it!” He smiled, “fucking give it to me, fucker!” I pumped and pumped and pumped and pumped and I could feel my nuts vibrate as the fluid raced through my tubes and the deep thick itch that comes with fucking became more intense. It was coming and it was a lot of semen. “OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FOOOOOOOOOOOCK!” I roared as I felt the first spill out of my dickhole. I filled his clenching wet throbbing asshole with my thick load, while roaring. My balls clenched along with my asshole as I shot into his quivering hole that gulped my milk voraciously and I felt his cock shoot thick slimy loads between our stomachs and chests as he yelled in a slightly goofy voice, “OWWWWWWH FUGGK MY NUT MY FUCKING NUUUUUUUT UGH OH FUGGING FUUUUUUGGGEHK!” His spooge oozed in chunks out his pink dickhole as I felt his asshole clenching and throbbing, as it drank and drank and drank my load after load after load… After the ejaculation I lifted my torso up to view the masterpiece of sweet semen that was upon us and then I looked at him, all drenched from the sex we had just accomplishedand I felt my fluids from my face and chest falling in big drops upon him. I found chunks of his white seed slowly sliding from his stomach to his side, so I quickly lapped them up and collected all the globs and thick fluid tributaries and collected them with my hot wet tongue, swished it within my mouth and then leaned down and opened my mouth as he parted his jaw and took within his mouth the concoction of our sweat and cum, which with a smirk he gulped. I kissed him deep as his tongue danced with mine and the specimen we made together. I then rolled off of him all hot and sweaty and he laid next to me with his arm stretched across my soaked hair that carpeted my chest and we kissed some more before finally passing out. I awoke to a room that smelled of men hard at play. I enjoyed the aroma before I got up, leaving him sleep there and I went into the bathroom took a shower. He joined me a few minutes later and we kissed. I still tasted our sex in his mouth and I fucking loved it. “Leaving me so soon, player?” He jested, before I kissed him long and deep again. I unlatched from his mouth and looked him in the eyes and quietly said, “Never.” We kissed again which lead to more fucking in the shower. He was so good at this and he made me feel good at doing it to him. This is all I wanted from that faggot who hurt me bad. But you know, it was worth it in the end. I knew this even before my vengeance was executed. We played hard like that for a week but then it was time for business and we finally composed ourselves and focused on the task at hand. ——— The day had come and it was time to poz Tyke. It would be a year on midnight so it had to be sooner today than later. We had got his itinerary from one of Mike’s goons who pretended to be a patient of Tyke’s. Tonight was a special night, we gathered. His wedding anniversary. The fucker had gotten married. Oh well it didn’t matter because after tonight he would probably be divorced. We waited outside of his office, before he suddenly got into his sports car and started driving. I followed him in the black sedan Franklin drove that night a year ago so I thought it was a fitting moment. Mike had his car bugged so we could listen in on his phone conversation with his hubby who was coming up from Mexico. “Why don’t I just meet you down there?” Tyke asked on the phone. “Too much violence, baby,” his hubby said, “but I got a surprise for ya! Some killer dope!” “Fucker,” Mike exclaimed as I followed in the sedan a few cars back, “So he’s a user now! Nice! We will play that card to our advantage.” We listened to more, “But babe I want that fine brown cock in my sweet pink hole! Then I want you to slam me!” “Mmmmm.” “Please hurry back,” the fucking faggot said. “Baby, I may be a few hours I gotta get past customs. Pray for me,” his Latin lover said. “Don’t you worry, my love,” Tyke said, “You’re driving my car, they will check the plates and see you are legitimate. So bring that huge Mexican cock to me and let’s get high!” “Bingo,” Mike said, “I just recorded his message. Now I’m just gonna call border patrol and send it to them with the plate number, and Mr. Jesus La Screwed is busted. I can say that because I’m part Mexican so it’s not racist.” “Fuck yes!” I said and kissed him, still driving without taking my eyes off of his vehicle, “Now what?” “My men are finishing up at his place right now, installing the safe full of dope and with a journal documenting how he set you up along with my employees. Also there’s false intel of you ex confessing that he is this Chemical Mike, and that he was using that moniker to dodge the FEDS, as well as a map to my...his RV in the desert, with the lab and everything.” “He doesn’t know chemistry,” I said but Mike giggled. “Trust me, boo,” he smiled, “you worry about infecting him and how you are going to do it. Be creative.” Oh I had a great idea, and Mike would love it. I parked a block away from where Tyke lived, which was a beautiful mansion in a gated community in Beverly Hills. He thought these walls would protect him and probably a year ago they could. But now I was a master ninja of scaling walls and I did scale them so quickly it wasn’t even a minute and I was over and in the neighborhood of stuck up posh jerks who thought their shit don’t stink. With the bug in his car I was able to find out where he lived on my burner phone. I made it to his house in no time, climbing up to the roof with the ropes and pulleys Mikes entourage who had installed the safe. I quietly entered his bedroom and got into the walk-in closet and closed the door. I had the chloroform prepared and all that needed to happen was for him to enter the room. Like clockwork he was there undressing and preparing for his shower that he would never take, humming some Lady Gaga bullshit. He slipped off his expensive undies and headed into the bathroom, and I moved faster than I thought I could and was behind him in less than two seconds without him even guessing I was there. As soon as he entered the bathroom, I had him, stuffing the rag into his mouth before he knew what had happened. There wasn’t even a minute struggle. He was out like a light. Quickly I locked the bedroom door after placing him naked on the bed and then I tied him up with the rope Mike gave me. I tied him tightly to the posts and gagged him so well, he was jetting air from his nose. Then when I was all set for the show, I used the smelling salts to rouse him. —————- When Tyke finally came to, he saw me already preparing the slam I was going to inject him with, and he began to scream and struggle but he was gagged and tied up so well it sounded like he was getting fucked into a pillow. No one could hear him. I chuckled as he squirmed. He had no idea what he was in for. My phone buzzed, it was a text message. I had just received a text from Mike telling me that his hubby was busted for dope at the border after he had sent the border patrol the conversation he had recorded earlier between Tyke, and his husband confessing to bringing dope across the border. As it turned out his hubby was also a chemist and he had recipes for some good ammonia dope, and had labs in Mexico. Mike figured out that was the reason Tyke has been helping the DEA, for his husband’s dope business to prosper by knocking down the top competitor. What a sneaky fuck, but also, what a stroke of fucking luck. I texted him back. “You ready? The show is about to begin.” “FUCK YES.” He texted back and so I switched to the video app pressed record and placed it on the night table directly in front of Tyke who was tied up and gagged, spread eagle upon the bed. I knew I had a couple of hours before the DEA would be coming for Tyke, so I took my time and savored the moment. His legs were as I said, spread eagle and he was naked and squirming and gasping within the gag, his eyes wide open in fear. And so I began, “No one can hear you. No one can save you either. You’re hubby was busted for dope at the border after a friend of mine sent your cute phone conversation that you had earlier with him to border patrol. The DEA will be here to arrest you, along with him, in oh I would guess in about two to three hours after they get the evidence they need for a search warrant. Too bad for you my friends and I have planted within your closet a safe, containing several pounds of killer dope and a record of you claiming to be this Chemical Mike fellow you so eagerly tried to bring down with me. So it looks like you and your man are fucked! Well you live and learn…don’t we?” I stressed that last part by getting in his face about it, to which he flinched, the little bitch. I could tell he recognized the words echoing back at him because now he was really struggling but I had him tied so tight he could barely move. I continued with my speech, “Do you recall the last fucking thing I said to your ass? Hmm?” He began to cry but I continued, “Well allow me to remind you; I said, and I quote; mark me boy, you will suffer what I have suffered in one year. Tonight at midnight will from the day I planned this whole moment for what you did to me, you fucking cunt! Oh you fucked me royal and tried to ruin my life.” I spit into his face, and he shot a look of anger at me, which made me smile. So I waved the loaded syringe up to his face, “This will be your doom, my love, payback. My last gift to you.” I injected it into my vein and pulled a good amount of blood out of my arm and removed the needle. As I flicked the barrel mixing my blood with the dope within, I said calmly, “I must confess… um...well I...stopped taking my meds so...I am extremely viral now. My viral load is at four million, but happy to say my CD4 isn’t affected. However this dose I’m about to shoot into your dick, well it’s ah ... absolutely certain to infect you, especially intravenously, and with a good amount of dope so the cops … um can find some corroboration with the set up…so if you’ll just be still...” That is when he tried his damndest to escape but I had him so secure I could slam him with ease into his dick if I wanted, and I wanted to. He cried as I hovered the syringe over his cock and he was starting to wiggle too much so finally I grabbed him by the balls and my strength overcame him now with ease, unlike last time. He kept squirming from the pain of my hand crushing his nuts, so finally I barked, “You fucking move and I’ll break this goddamn needle into your dick and leave your ass here, all tied up mind you, to bleed to death, you fucking pathetic piece of shit. I fucking guarantee you will be in immense pain, in the dark, alone! Got it? Is that what you want you fucking faggot prick?” He began to sob, which was music to my ears so I yelled some more, “Do not fucking move, you piece of donkey shit!” He stopped and froze with his wet eyes wide open about to burst a vein so I kept going with my dialogue, “Now, I have discovered that,” I said as I inserted the needle into the main vein of his cock and pulled back the plunger observing his blood mix with mine and the drug within the syringe, “you have acquired a taste for this lovely dope,” He looked down and begged for me through the gag not to inject but it was too late, I pushed it quickly into him and the rush hit him so fast he puked. I could tell because some of it ran down the sides of his sealed mouth to which he almost choked but swallowed it up like the good fucking bitch he was. “Ah, what a good little fucking dope slut you are,” I chuckled as the tears ran down his face. His eyes staring upward, shaped like saucers gazing into the abyss. That’s when I went into the bathroom and came back out with a toothbrush I found, a nice Sonicare mechanical toothbrush that I had bought him for his last birthday, which I turned on. “Hey this is the same on I bought for you! You did like my gifts!” I exclaimed with joy, “Do you mind if I borrow this? Don’t worry you can have it back, I’m not even gonna use it on myself, I promise.” He stared at me high as fuck but with hatred in his eyes, with the look as I could tell that said, “you won’t get away with this,” I didn’t like that look much. It made him look ugly. So I said very carefully so that he could understand me clearly, “Wipe that fucking disgusting look off your mug, boy, or I’ll knock it the fuck off with my paws, understand?” Sigh, he didn’t understand, so...well, I clocked him hard breaking his nose. He squealed but no sound came out as more tears and blood started to form. But that faggot still shot me that goddamn look. So then I had to warn him again, “Do you want another knuckle sandwich, you stupid fucking faggot?” He shook his head and stared up at the ceiling as the blood and tears ran down his face. “That’s what I thought, you fucking pussy,” I chuckled as I turned on the toothbrush, “Now, since you like to talk shit I am gonna assume that you talk out of your ass, boy. So let me be a friend and brush the shit stank mouth you like to flap, like when you kicked me to the ground that one time…” So then I went to his hole with the toothbrush and stuck it in deep and turned the dial on it to max speed. He was screaming of course but with it muffled, I continued to speak over him, “Say, where’s your little Asian friend? Did you dog him too in the end? Well doesn’t matter, he didn’t do anything to me, did he? I’m sure he was a victim of circumstance ignorant of your designs. That’s what you call it right? When you plan to fuck someone over? Designs!?” I grinder the toothbrush on both sides of the cavity as he squirmed in pain. I kept on talking like nothing was going on, “Well, my friends and I will find him anyway I’m sure ...anyway…. I just want you to know the real reason I am brushing the inside of your asshole now is so that when I fuck you, my virus will definitely get into your wrecked asshole, into your fresh wounds made by said toothbrush, and into blood stream, you know, in case the syringe didn’t work…” I shoved the vibrating toothbrush around his asshole violently. I stirred it around and around. He squirmed and moaned and cried harder as I vigorously brushed the inside of his delicate rectum tearing up the fine flesh within, making him bleed profusely. After a few moments, I ripped it out of him, which sprayed a little blood, and walked back into the bathroom and threw the bloody thing into his expensive toilet and flushed it along with the syringe. The toilet was a monster! Took it all down. I walked back into the room, and marveled at my work; he looked like he’d been fucked with a razor blade, all sweaty and strung out, quivering in fear. Fuck I loved every minute of this. “Ok boy,” I said then I pulled down my pants, “time for you to pay a large debt that you have owed me for a fuck ton of time. Just hold on a sec I wanna get high too…” I looked down and saw that my dick was limp but I fixed that with a caverject shot I had administered which got me so hard I could chizzle fuck a sculpture out of a lead block. Then I shot some meth up my vein in my cock which made my dick bleed a bit. I slightly scratched the surface of my hard cock with the bevel after I pulled it out just to make sure I had some blood flowing. Yeah, then I was ready to fuck this cunt good and proper. “Alrighty,” I said with a smile, “here we go!” I came over to him and lifted his hips up to my cock, which he tried to squirm one last time but I was too strong now. “Sucks being subdued doesn’t it you red headed prick!” I exclaimed before I thrust my bloody gargantuan cock to the hilt inside of his blood soaked hole. Now that hurt him so good, he began to sob and quake with pain. Oh it felt so fucking wet, and he was even trying to twist and clinch which only made it worse for him. Dumbfuck. “Now bitch,” I said as I pumped him hard, tearing up his bloody guts as I listened to his sweet wails from his gagged that muffled into silent screams, “WHO...is you’re fucking daddy!” I pumped him harder and harder and finally he gave in. He actually started to moan in pleasure. I was pleased, “That’s right, you fucking little cunt,” I said as I was about to cum, “you LET me do this to you.” And sure enough the struggle became a grind as he welcomed my cock. Fucking finally! About fucking time after all of these years of leading me on, making me wait, deceiving me into thinking he would give it to me, and now he was giving it to me. “Whose the gross infected disgusting one now, you fucking little mouthy CUNT!” I pumped him so hard but he took it like a man. I was impressed. He was even looking me in the eyes as I stared back at him, pumping him with one infecting load after another. It was almost romantic. “You see baby,” I said to him as I pumped, “once you accept your fate, and give in, it feels so nice doesn’t it? Doesn’t my thick hard bloody dick pumping your sipping wet asshole feel sooooooo fucking nice?” I pumped him harder and harder and harder, and I was going to spray. Then I did, all up inside his bloody rectum, probably even shit all the way up the canal to his stomach. He threw up again to which he could do nothing about it but swallow it back. I kept fucking him until I came again, and again….and again. Until I started to get bored which was perfect timing because the cops would be there soon, but just to make sure, I pumped him one last time. “This is all you had to do,” I said as I came for the fifth time, “was...let...me..AHHHHHHH!” My viral milk coated his bloody rectum and he came with me, moaning and I could see in his eyes that he fucking loved it. “FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” I roared as I pumped the last of my toxic load onto his wet bloody asshole. I looked down upon his sweaty, bloody body and marveled at my work yet again. I saw that he was truly sorry for what he had done. He looked so fucking destroyed, I almost felt sorry for him but...it was done. The look on his face as I fell on top of him and kissed his neck. He nuzzled his head to mine and I knew then he loved it. This is what he longed for, but he thought only others could give. I could read that from the fucking regret written all over his face beneath the blood, sweat, and tears. Alas, as I said, it was too late. Now I despised him and wanted nothing more of him after I finished. I pulled out of him and stood up looking down and I couldn’t help but begin to chuckle as he cried. So I wiped my dick off with his expensive underwear and pulled out the chloroform and doused the bloody undies with it. I removed his gagged to which he bawled like a fucking child. “I wronged you,” he sobbed, “forgive me…” “You don’t really think I would believe that would you? That you’re sorry? And even so why would I fucking forgive you?” “You were good to me, I should have given myself to you…” “Yep,” I said as I was about to knock him out. “I will regret what I did all the days of my life,” he cried, “Well my boy,” I finally said, “Whatever makes you sleep at night.” I shoved the undies into his mouth and he passed out. I turned the recorder off and sent it to Mike. Then I started to clean everything up and made the scene look like this was all consensual on Tyke’s part and that he had let a mysterious lover in to fuck him bounded. I untied him a bit and made it look like he was bounded but loosely and that a secret lover had come in to fuck him. I was wearing black latex gloves the whole time so I didn’t have to worry about fingerprints. Then I kissed his forehead and said to him, “So, my boy, we live and learn.” He was passed out but I kept talking to his wannabe dead ass, “We live and we learn, don’t we Tyke? Well I’m glad that we had this moment, I’m sure we will remember it always the two of us.” I pulled up my pants and give him one last kiss then said, “Well, goodbye, my love. May winged demons carry you to Hell, where your infected ass belongs, fucking faggot!” I slugged him one more time in the face almost breaking his nose off, and then finally... I was done with him. Forever. I flushed the rest of any evidence of my presence in the room and quickly escaped bringing with me the ropes and pulleys used to get up to his bedroom from outside. By the time I had scaled the gate and got into the car and drove off with Mike, the police were headed the opposite direction to Tyke’s house and the rest is history. Tyke has been properly fucked by me, and I finally found peace. “WOOOOOO HOOOOOOO!” Mike screamed outside of the car as I drove it out of the area. He then leaned over to me and said, “pull over, you fucking brilliant mind you!” I did and he kissed me long and hard and I reciprocated. He felt my dick that was still hard from the injection and marveled, “Oh we got to put this to good use!” He exclaimed. “Whatever you want,” I said to him and we kissed some more before I started driving again. Mike laughed and said, “Oh sexy man, you’re a goddamn genius! Well done on that video you sent! My favorite part was whatever makes you sleep at night, and then you knocked his pink ass out! Fucking awesome! I will cherish it always.” “You won’t show anyone,” I said to him, “please?” He shot me that look of annoyance, “who the fuck do you think I am? Your ex?” We both laughed as I drove down the road, further away from the aftermath behind us. Mike and I celebrated when we got to a nearby luxury hotel. I disposed of the clothes I was wearing which were black threads made of polyester, hard for forensics to detect. The only thing that concerned me was when they would do a rape kit on him to which Mike said, “You know this stuff I’m about to pump into your arm to keep your body from resisting your meds? It’s also designed to erase any traces of human dna. In fact…” He said as he injected me and then put his lips up to mine, “when they do the rape kit and gather the dna, it will be donkey dna.” “No fucking—“ and he kissed me. Mike was a genius, I believed him after that. We made love all night to celebrate. He made me take a shower beforehand of course. “As much as it appeals to me that fuckers blood is used as our lube,” Mike said, “being a victim of rape myself, I can’t bear to do so.” “You were raped,” I asked as I dried off and laid next to him, naked, as he wrapped the tourniquet around my flexed bicep. “Yes unfortunately,” he said as he stuck the needle into my arm and injected me, “but no more bad stories. Not now, for tonight we celebrate victory and for all the days to come after…” “Fuck yes, anything you—-,” I said as the rush kicked me in the balls. After Mike had his shot and rush, then we fucked, all night. And just like Luca Bondi and John Dahl, the porn actors in that Primal scene, we fucked in that fashion and it was epic. A perfect end to a perfect revenge story.———————- Tyke and his husband were arrested and Mike’s loyal employees were released and back on his payroll. The DEA found a safe in the closet but they also found another safe unknown to us, located under the expensive toilet in the bathroom, packed full of, not only product, but of child porn Tyke’s husband brought in from Mexico. Needless to say Tyke’s death warrant was signed. The last thing I ever heard about the whole ordeal, was during the investigation, when Tyke was asked if he was raped he said, “no, someone I owed a debt came and I paid it. I have no regrets about it.” Tyke went to federal prison, with his husband. The guy ended up divorcing him for the debt speech. Then after that, both of them were never heard from again. The Asian, who was with Tyke when he dogged me, Mike located. He sent me the guys eyeball with a note that said, “payment for your brilliant work.” I was a little grossed out but I had been through so much it didn’t bother me for long. I buried it in the backyard before I sold my house. Then I moved to LA, in fact, I moved to the house Tyke and his ex husband use to own. The room where I raped him, I left vacant. That room I visit once a year on the date of the incident. Call me sick but, I need to remember so it doesn’t happen again. I saw Mike again a month later and I thanked him for the eye to which he said, “the fucker is still alive but he doesn’t know what or why the deed was done. He’s in a crazy house. It’s what he gets for fucking with my best client.” ————- Mike and I didn’t stay together long after that. I wanted to, but he said, “I don’t date, I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime. But call upon me anytime and I will be there.” So after that conversation, we fucked a few times, but then Mike disappeared. So after a year or two, I went back to my normal life except now I poz those who want it. I dunno it’s hot having that kind of power, and I’m not sorry. I met a handsome guy from pozzing him and we’ve been together since. I did end up getting married to the fine gentleman who parties hard yet responsibly. I tried to get ahold of Chemical Mike, but he responded with a kiss emoticon and said, “you have found your man, be happy and love hard.” How the fuck did he know so much. Still it made me feel good to know he was watching from somewhere. I never heard from him after that. Though I cannot help but wonder whatever happened to my good comrade, Chemical Mike; the world’s greatest chemist? end.

Part 1 It was the middle of the night and I awoke to the sounds of my son Matthew fumbling in the dark trying to find his flip-flops in our dark rv. "Sorry, Dad. I gotta go take a shit," he remarked as he slid his feet into his sandals, heading out the door. This was not unusual, as the campground where we were staying didn't have hookups, so we used the camp toilets which were really just outhouses. It was also not unusual for him to run off shirtless. He hardly ever wore a shirt unless absolutely necessary, but I certainly understood his aversion to shirts: at just one month shy of 20, he was in his prime. He had just finished his freshman year at university where he was on the football team. Not that he had actually played any games yet, but he still had to train hard, and keep fit. And boy did he. At 6'2", he was a tight 190 lbs of head-turning perfection. All the ladies drooled over his curly brown hair, which he kept a respectable shaggy length. His profile showed a strong nose, a stronger jawline, and plump lips that were absolutely enticing. In addition his broad he sported tan, wide shoulders, chiseled, smooth pecs, a narrow waist, perfectly formed, round ass, oh, and his strong legs were lightly covered in dark hair. The only other hair on his body was a light treasure trail, and his dark, bushy pits. His facial hair hadn't really started coming in very heavy, and he still had rosy cheeks which suggested a boyish glow to his face. Then his eyes. Oh my gosh, his big blue eyes framed in thick dark lashes. His mother's eyes. That's what drew me to her first, so many years ago. But how times change. She's still a wonderful person, we just are more like friends now. Still married, just cause it's easier financially, but that's it. The sex ended years ago, and we've had separate bedrooms for quite a while. She says I snore too loud. Of course it doesn't help that she put on a hundred pounds since our wedding. But I do have my sexual releases. Unkown to my wife, I've always been bisexual, and have had a long time fling with my best friend Brian down the street. We keep each other satisfied. Me? Well, I'm not too bad for 43. I'm six feet, and weigh in at 195 pounds. I work out, usually with Matthew, but still am treading the dad bod territory a bit. My salt and pepper hair and distinguished beard certainly help me. I was in the army for 20 years stationed right here, so I receive a pension, and in addition I sell cars. So all in all, things are pretty good. Matthew still lives at home, which I like, if only as it saves money. Matthew was never much of a party kid, instead he was a genuinely pleasant kid, which meant we gave him all the freedom he wants. Living in our basement bedroom, Matthew uses a private entrance to the basement, and we don't frown on his friends staying over. My wife never joins us on our camping trips, she hates it, so it's always been something special my son and I do. I have always treasured our trips, especially now he's almost a grown man. "Dammit," I mumbled to myself. "The fucking power of suggestion. Now I gotta shit!" I grumbled as I put my own flip-flops on and headed into the night, but not before I pulling on a shirt. Walking down the gravel path toward the shitters, I enjoyed the pure peace of a mountain night, however as the outhouses came into sight, I could hear whispering. Specifically, I heard two male voices. Now, at first glance that wouldn't be unusual, although the hour was very late, but when I realized the conversation was occurring within the outhouses, and further realized I wasn't really hearing a dialogue, but rather I was hearing grunting, and panting. You know: sex sounds. When I reached the toilets, I definitely heard a man ask "Yeah, you like that you little slut? You like taking that cock like a bitch?" And I heard another man say, "Yeah, fuck me. I AM a nasty slut! I want your cum in my ass!" IT WAS MATTHEW!! Oh my fucking God! My son was getting dicked in a dirty, smelly outhouse! I froze, not knowing what to do. Should I bang on the door? Should I slip away? My heart pounded as I tried to quickly digest what was happening. My little boy, my Matthew, was getting fucked by a total stranger. And he was liking it. No, he was LOVING it!! He was begging for it. The man fucking him was calling him nasty, degrading things, and my son was pleading for more! I couldn't move, I was transfixed. It was like a car wreck, I couldn't turn away. Then I realized, I didn't WANT to turn away. My cock was rock hard in my shorts. What the fuck? Listening to my son get used turned me on? I had never thought of my son like that! Sure, I could recognize his physical beauty, but I never thought of him sexually. Now that's ALL I could think about. Imagining what he looked like right now, taking a cock up his ass made my own cock ache. Listening to their filthy talk and animal noises made me want to join them. I wanted to be the one fucking Matthew right now! I could hear the man say, "I'm gonna cum slut. Gonna fill you up with a huge load!" Then Matthew begging for it. "Oh fuck yeah! Breed me! I'm a fucking cumdump. That's what I'm for!" That's when I high-tailed it back to our rv, shit or no shit. But before I was out of hearing range I heard the top grunt as he shot his load into my son's hole, to which Matthew moaned in appreciation as his guts were filled with sperm. Now out of breath and my heart racing, I jumped into our rv, kicked-off my sandals as I decided how I would respond to what I had learned. Should I confront him? Should I pretend nothing had happened? While I recognized ignoring what I learned would be the course most parents would take, a voice in my mind suggested 'This could be a golden opportunity. You have the power over him right now'. I had to ask myself, however, if that was what I wanted, recognizing Matthew could freak-out, permanently damaging our relationship, but I also considered Matthew had begged that strange man to use him. "Fuck it!" I thought, as I ripped off my shorts and climbed under my covers, "my son is obviously a cock hungry slut!" Some ten minutes passed before Matthew finally returned, long enough for my breathing and heart rate to return to normal, but not long enough to lose my hardon, or my nerve. "Everything come out okay, son?" I asked as he climbed inside. "Huh, oh, yeah. Just a little constipated, you know," he replied kicking off his flip-flops and crawling under his blankets on our bed. I could smell the sex on him and my cock ached more. "Good night, Dad," he murmured as he lay facing away from me. I waited a few seconds, then inched closer to him. I could feel him tense up as I pulled his blanket up and pulled mine off. The smell of fresh sperm hit me like a mac truck, making my dick pulse. I slid my body next to his as he froze in fear, not sure what to expect. I leaned into his ear as I touched the wet spot where cum had leaked out and whispered, "I know." "Dad......"he started to say. "Shh shh shh," I silenced him, as I pulled the elastic waist band of his shorts down. "It's okay, Matty. Daddy's not mad that you're a little cockwhore." I lightly rubbed his freshly fucked assring, feeling the slimy goo. Matthew moaned a little bit. "Daddy's just disappointed he didn't get it first," slipping two fingers into my son. He moaned a tad louder, so I let him know "But it's okay. Daddy loves sloppy seconds." I slid my fingers into his mouth so he could taste his ass. Then I instructed "Now, pull down your shorts." Matthew complied, removing his shorts, revealing his own throbbing erection. He may have his mother's eyes, but he has his daddy's dick. Before now, I had never seen it erect, but it was a carbon copy of mine. Not thick, but about eight inches long, uncircumcised, and with a wicked curve that could hit all the places inside. "Did you cum?" He shook his head yes, unable to speak. "And you're rock hard again? I guess you truly are a slut." He just shook his head again. I pulled back my foreskin and placed the head of my cock against his wet hole. "Good," I said as I slid my cock slowly into my son. "Daddy wants his little boy to be a good slut for him." Matthew moaned in approval as I buried my bone all the way in his warm, wet, hungry fuck chute, pressing it hard into his prostate. I just held it there as I whispered, "no more secrets." "No more secrets," Matthew returned. I began to saw my cock in and out of my boy's hungry pussy, pushing hard into his prostate as he let out little grunts and moans, obviously loving that his Dad was finally fucking his slutty hole. He reached to jerk his erect cock, but I slapped his hands away, growling into his ear, "No, don't touch your cock, boy until I tell you to." "I'm sorry Sir." He whispered. His natural submissiveness only made my cock swell more in his ass. I wrapped my arms around him, grabbing his hands and squeezed him tight against my body. He squeezed my hands back as he squeezed his glorious asslips around my cock, eliciting a throaty growl from deep inside me. My son definitely had a talented cunt. I knew I wasn't going to last long with his man pussy milking my cock, as I slid in and out of his cum slick chute. Knowing another man's cock had just been in my son, fucking him, using him, cumming in him was too much for my brain to handle. I knew I was close. "Tell me what you want son," I whispered in his ear, "tell your Dad what his nasty, slutty, cumdump of a son wants. Tell me what you are, boy." "I want your cum, Daddy," he whispered back in short gasps as I pounded his prostate hard. "I want you to use me as a cum receptacle. I was born to be fucked and used. I'm a slut, Dad, I'm just a cumdump. Shoot your load in my ass, Dad. Do it. I want your seed in me." That did it. Hearing my son begging for my load pushed me over the edge. I buried my cock as deep as I could in my boy and let out a long, deep moan as my dick throbbed and flexed, pumping what I knew was a huge load into my slut's guts, mixing with the load the other man dumped in him not even a half hour earlier. "Oh Matty," I moaned as his ass muscles milked all the cum out of me. "Daddy's going to be using this hole a lot from now on." "Yessssss," he softly hissed in reply.

I have a somewhat hairy body including a very hairy ass and hole. I've shaved it once before during play and the actual shaving part was very hot but the whole ass was itching for weeks after. Now this guy i am seeing wants me to shave it again - personally i like my men with as much hair as possible ... what do you prefer ?

This bareback bottom has been taking bare cock since I first felt one in me 20 years ago. Now, I am on the verge of actively seeking undetectable loads. Seems my tastes have changed or progressed.

A big thanks to the guys who write stories. This one is for all of you who inspire me to do filthy unspeakable things. Chapter I. My boy and I had been through a lot of ups and downs in our six years together. We’d fucked around with a bunch of guys, sometimes friends, sometimes strangers. We’d played separately and together and it was always a blast, until we both hungered for something more. We were both in our early twenties and we each had a hard, gym-toned body for which guys in the bars would go crazy. We’re both pretty versatile, but I’ve had more experience topping than he has. As nice as his hard dick is, it would be a shame not to share his ass. Our play got more and more risky, and more and more thrilling, and eventually we started playing around bareback. We found ourselves on a mattress surrounded by a bunch of POZ strangers. Between the two of us, we must have had ten POZ loads dripping out of our bare NEG holes. That was as out-of-hand as things got, and it sort of freaked me out more than it did him. We went to more than a handful of these parties and made friends with some of the regulars. Some guys at the group parties were POZ, some NEG, and some not even sure of their status. One night we wound up at a two-floor house party. Somehow we got separated, and he ended-up upstairs at the bottom of a pile of sweaty guys taking load after load, while I ended-up on the second floor topping a group of three bottoms, all of whom were chasers, and all of whom begged to be POZZED. Afterwards my boy and I enjoyed telling each other what we had gotten up to that night and ended-up giving each other a hard fuck. It was great, until a few weeks later when my boy came down with a really nasty cold. After he had the shakes for a few days, it dawned on me that one of those anonymous loads he had taken at the last party might well have been POZ and it might have taken. I got scared and we went to the clinic to get tested. (What happened there is another story!) Anyway, turned out that he was NEG, and after a few months, we got tested again. Still NEG. The experience really seemed to change things, and we settled down a bit and sort of lost interest in sleeping around. I decided the best way to keep both of us NEG and safe was to propose to him. He accepted, agreeing that we had been playing with fire. We started making wedding plans and agreed to live monogamously. We thought about having a joint bachelor party, but decided it might be best to celebrate separately and then have a big reception together. We picked our “best men,” mine was an ex from college, Carl, who was a good friend, but just a friend. My boy’s “best man” was Jim, a hot hunk of a guy both of us had fucked and been fucked by, but their friendship stopped being sexual back during the big POZ scare. I went out with my ex to make plans over a few beers with Carl. Over dinner, we decided to play it more-or-less tame and we planned to go to a Go-Go Bar and get a lap dance with some of the guys from our seedier days. Jim came over to our apartment to make plans with my boy. I got back to the apartment and, upon letting myself in, I heard Jim and my boy carrying on. They had both had a lot to drink and were slurring their words. Jim kept egging my boy on saying, “Come on. It’s your last big bash! It may be your last chance to get IT. Let’s just have a crazy gangbang and invite all the POZ tops we can find! I know an escort service that would even set us up with a POZ hustler!” My stomach twisted as I realized that’s what they were planning for my boy’s last big bash. I snuck back out of the apartment taking in what I’d just heard. After a few minutes in the hall, I made a show out of unlocking the door and greeting them. My boy was just hanging up his phone, presumably having booked a POZ hustler to breed him at his bachelor party, and hopped up to greet me. I saw his hard-on straining against his pants. He kissed me and wrapped his arms around me. As soon as Jim left, we had great sex, flip-fucking and cumming in each other’s holes. The whole time fucking my boy, I was fantasizing about his POZ hustler, as I suspect, he was also as he clenched his eyes while taking my load. The next morning as he showered, I unlocked his phone and jotted down the last number called, hoping I could contact the escort service and try to pay them off. That afternoon I ducked-out of my office and called the number. A gravelly voice answered, “Big Top Escorts at your service. How can we help you?” I explained my situation, claiming I was a “friend” who wanted to call the whole thing off. The guy on the other end of the line chuckled the whole time. “Well, your ‘friend’ seems to have paid the deposit with his credit card already, and we’ve book a very especially gifted date for his party. You’ll have to pay him off if you want to cancel.” I agreed wholeheartedly. When he told me that the deposit was $1,000, I gasped, and pleaded with him to work with me. “Alright, here’s what we can do. If you want to come down here and talk things over, I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement.” He gave me an address in a really rundown part of town and without hesitation I hopped in my car. Twenty minutes later, I was literally on the wrong side of the tracks, buzzing an intercom next to a dented metal door with bulletproof glass. Big Top Escorts buzzed me in and I climbed the stairs, trembling with each step. I climbed up several dimly lit flights of creaky stairs until I came to a shoddy door with a hand-written sign scrawled Big Top Escorts. I opened the door and entered a claustrophobic office with one tiny filthy window and a broken metal desk. Behind the desk sat a balding stocky man with a goatee. When he stood him, I realized he wasn’t wearing pants, only boxer shorts. He extended his paw to me and made sure I was the guy who had called earlier. He told me his name was Vinny and that he had a job for me. If I did the job well, he’d cancel the POZ bachelor party for my fiancé, and ignore the deposit fee. I asked what the job was. He grinned and groped himself, “Get me hard.”

Some guys have all the luck

I was in my early 20s when I sucked my first cock in a video booth in the back room of a porn shop in downtown Vancouver.

I had no idea this is where it would end up. Daniel asked me to plan his bachelor party. So got beer and porn and found a stripper. Had all our friends over. They all know I'm gay but I threw a pretty good party for this straight guy. He had asked if he could crash on my couch for the night before hand, knowing he would be drunk. I didn't care. Plus he was a hot 6'4" built jock that kept his chest shaved. So when the night wore on he ended up shirtless to show off for the stripper. But he passed out on couch as expected. We paid the stripper and moved into the kitchen, all the guys finally left. When I went into the living room I was gonna snap a pic of his drunk passed out ass to send to his future wife but found him in just his jockstrap with his hard dick sticking out the side instead. "Last chance man, if u wanna take this out for a spin it is now or never" he said. I swallowed that cock faster than that stripper could take $1 bills. It didn't take long and he shot the biggest load right down my throat. Apparently he had faked passing out because he wanted more time with me. I have never done anything with him but always thought he was hot. He was mildly interested and figured this was a way to find out. He told me all this as I sat there with his now softing dick in my mouth. "Let me up, I need to piss, but I'll come back" I shook my head no, not giving up his dick. "I promise I will come back." I shook my head no again and just stared into his eyes as he tried to push me off. "You dont move I'm gonna piss in your mouth." I nodded my head and clamped down to the base on his cock. "You want me to piss in ur mouth?" I just grunted as I continued to stare him in the eyes. I think he thought it was a joke but he was gonna push it so he squeezed one quick burst of piss into my mouth, thinking I would be repulsed and let him go. I let my eyes roll and swallowed that burst and tried to milk more out. "Fuck dude, that's weird." But I felt him chubbing up a little. "But I need to piss before I get too hard again" I let him out of my mouth grip and left his cock resting on my tongue. He didn't pull away just looked at me. "U sure man? I had alot of beers" I just nodded a little as i stared into his eyes. And then he finally let it go, I almost drowned in the golden bitter nectar that started filling my mouth but I swallowed for all my worth. I eventually wrapped my lips around that cock head again so I wouldn't miss any if I could help it. He had rocked his head back and was just feeling relieved. I was gulping for what seemed like forever and I knew I needed to breathe but I didn't want to miss any. When I finally felt like I was about to pass out the stream slowed. I managed to take a breath through my nose as the cock continued to fill my mouth more slowly with his recycled beer piss. I swallowed that mouthful and one more before he was done. I let out a hellacious belch that he gave me high marks for, and I thought we were done. I just lay there in the floor next to the couch satiated when he finally asked, "Can I try out ur ass now?" "Fuck" I thought in my head. I didn't think he would do that. We took it to the bed room and he wanted to fuck. And much like a straight guy he just wanted to shove it in. Luckily I had been playing with myself and my hole during our couch session so it wasnt too bad. But having him fuck me while I got to play with that chest and those nipples was almost too much. I almost came hands free in the first 2 minutes. But after he pounded my hole for what seemed like hours he moaned load enough to wake the neighbors, buried his cock deep enough that I thought I could taste it again and shot his second load into my gut. As soon as I felt the pulsing start in his cock it threw me over the edge and I coated our chests together. He collapsed on top of me. "Damn, I didn't realize u would get off from me fucking u. I wanted u to fuck me next." I just groaned feeling his cock soften inside me. "Later I said, I promise" It was a long night.

Yesterday in Spokane. Some scruff guy came by to find me face down ass up. Just a quick 10min pump and dump. Then went to hollywood video and got a room upstairs. Sucked a cute guys cock for about 30min, sucked an older dat guys cock, and finally got fucked again by this white guys uncut cock

My ass is always lubed. When I suck a guy, I'll alternate being on my knees and bending at the waist to give him a clear view of my arched back and ass. I'll bend over for a guy if he shows interest. I'll walk around in a jeckstrap so my ass is available at all times. I'll lie ass up and wait. I'll hop in a sling or on a fuck bench - sometimes blindfolded... (if no one is interested, I make sure to hop out so that another bottom gets a turn. It's only good etiquette.)

I was a late starter - first time was at 24, by a she-male in Singapore. Far too much beer involved ... ended up bare, after the condom split!!! 🤔 Wish I'd started a lot sooner, but being gay was taboo then, esp in the armed forces.

This guy's around here somewhere (Raw Shots, T.I.M.).

Hope you continue ... looking forward getting to the part of the story that's worthy of the "creampie clean up" tag. 😋

Yes the dark room is pitch black (the clue is in the name I guess). @ballpumper is spot on. No drama, no chat. The condom ‘broke’ and I fucked him nice and deep until I came in him. If you want condoms don’t go in dark rooms and offer your lubed arse for daddy bears to ride. 😈

I was @Steamworks Toronto last night for LIGHTS OUT. Totally dim and darkroom-like sex club. Love it! But you get guys flashing their red lights in darkrooms. I protest loudly to them to shut the damn things off. Darkrooms are supposed to not be illuminated, that's why they're called DARK rooms!!! You'd think guys would get that, and not interrupt hot bb sex happening in darkrooms. Just my 10 cents.

If a bottom is bent over in a total dark room then the bottom takes whatever is offered! For a bottom in a dark room to reach around and try to put a condom on a top is RIDICULOUS!!! I also agree with @skinster that talking in a darkroom about being safe is ridiculous and no phone screen lights and also fit bits on wrists make a lot of light in a total dark room!

It had been months, if not a year since I had a hook up with anyone. Spring was here and I was getting a deep seated craving for a fucking. I was on the various websites and getting no where. Seattle is full of bottoms and full of flakes so I was striking out. I did have an ongoing exchange with one guy but timing and logistics seemed to get in the way. We were both starting to feel like the other was a flake. With my cravings at a rampage I made one last attempt to hook up. His as profile said he was a bi total top and "looking for submissive bottoms that know there place is to relentlessly take my big cock until I am done breeding your hole". That was what I was looking for. He also added that a bottom had to "have the stamina to take long fuck session in missionary position, with legs over my shoulders". It had been a while since I have had any cock and he was packing a thick 8 inch black cock, so I was a bit worried I would disappoint him. But ohhh how I wanted him. I usually get fucked from behind, I have only once or twice been fucked on my back, I was really interested in how this position would make me feel. We'd been messaging back and forth with no plan or commitment on his On Father's day we missed the window of opportunity and he said that he would have gladly fucked and breed me on father's day. I pressed and we made a plan to meet that Monday. I prepared myself both mentally and physically. He is 15 years younger than me and that is just at my age range limit. He was pretty athletic and I am average and could afford to use a few pounds. He had an amazing cock that made me weak in the knees, my saving grace was that he loved the way my ass looked in the black lace jock I had on in my profile pictures. Monday evening arrived. All day we texted back and forth hot messages. He was less verbouse than I but his declarations about how he needed to cum and wanted to breed my ass multiple times was all it took to get me in the mood. I hung out at a local coffee shop until he was done with his errands, awaiting his text inviting me over. The anticipation was excruciating. I was squirming in my seat, I had prepped myself fully and had the lace jock on underneath my jeas. Any caution and worring about how I was about to get pounded and bred by a complete stranger was gone, I was uninhibated and I loved it. I passed the time on the chat here at this site and got the guys on the chat cheering me on to go get that cum. I was so ready. His text came, and I showed up to his place. A small studio apartment on a steep hill in Seattle. Typical single guy place, lived in but not dirty. He was 6'3, beautiful black skin, wearing basketball shorts that showed off a bulge of a semi hard cock. I walked in stripped to my jock and got on the futon on the floor. He kept messing around with his computer trying to get some porn playing and not paying me much attention. I was in a frenzy so I took it upon myself to start sucking his big cock. It was semi hard, I took it all in my mouth and started working it for all I was worth. Trying to show him that what was before him was hotter than what the computer could show him. His cock grew, he reached down and rubbed my ass... while still trying to get his internet conected. He eventually let out a moan and I finally got his full attention. Both hands were on my ass and his strong fingers starting playing with my hole. I jumped at the feeling and melted into his hands. He shifted and started giving me a full slow face fucking. I gagged but kept at his hard cock. His cock was hard and throbing and felt so good inside me. I got excited about how he was moaning and holding my head onto his dick. He pulled me off and pushed me onto my back. I knew this was coming and as I fell into the bed I felt mysel excited about taking that big cock in my hole. He put a pillow under my hips and pulled out some lube and stroked his cock until it was slick from head to balls. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into position. I was loving it, he was taking me like I wanted to be taken. I anticipated the pressing on my hole and the pain, but he slide into me like a pro. I gasped and he held on to me pusing his full length into me and pinning me down. He towered over me humping his throbing cock into me, breaing me down and opening me up. I was experiencing pleasure from each throb and taking his full length. I matched my breathing to his thrusts and worked my ass the best I could to milk his cock. My cock, confined by the lace jock, went from hard to that semi erect state that I only experience as a bottom. My pleasure shifted from my cock to my ass and where his cock was filling me. His slow rythmical fucking drove me wild. My body came alive. I felt pleasure radiate from where his cock was to my lips, my hands, my chest, my nipples. I wrapped my legs around him fulling giving myself to him. I was in heaven. I ran my hands along his muscled arms, his chest, his hips, I wanted to feel him in me and on me. Turns out getting it missionary style was hot! He pulled my legs over my shoulder and his fucking went from slow, methodical deep strokes to a faster pace. He folded me into and started pounding into me. His thrusts pushing me into the bed. I started moaning, loudly, so loud that he put his hand on my mouth and told me to chill. I couldn't it felt so good. His pounding got frenzied and was opened up and surrendered to him. I don't know how long this went on, but we both worked up a sweat. His pounded moved me away and every now and then he would pull me back onto him. That action of being pulled onto him and wanted was hot. Drove me nuts. I could feel his cock in me, raw, warm and slick. He worked his pace up and annonced he was going to cum in me. I said YES. and with that he arched and shot his load in me. I could feel the warmth of it and I loved watching his body convulse as he came. I was proud I had gone the distance and made him cum. I love the feeling of it, I love the raw lust of it and I love the submission of opening up and taking another man's cum. I thought he was done with me and was going to roll off, but then I remembered what his profile said. He stayed hard in my hole, his cum seeping into my tender ass. He then let my legs down and moved me to a different postion and started fucking me again. I cried OH MY and he said he stlll had more cum to give me. I gave into it, taking him, he started rearee above me and was slow and forceful, taking full pleasure from my cum filled hole. I was moaning again, loudly, he put a washcloth in my mouth to keep me from being too loud. The pleasure was coursing through my entire body. I was carressing his nipples, holding him as close as I could, I actually wanted to kiss him, that was how good he was making me feel. After a while he moved down and laid on top of me. His muscles and his weight on me. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight and pushing my tight tender hole onto his cock. I felt so good embraced and filled like that. His mouth was near my ear and I could hear him moan. I knew he was enjoying my ass. I started whispering in his ear... "yes, fuck me... your cock feels so good in me, i want your cum". That seemed to turn him on because his humping me got harder, he started moaning in my ear, grunting like a man possessed. I loved it. That was the first time I was fucked like this. I became unable to use words and all I could do was gasp and moan. I held on tight as my whole body quivered and shook, he had taken me to the point where I was a quivering mass of a fuck toy. That seemed to be what he wanted. He gasped out the words... "you're gonna make me cum". I replyed with a Yes cum in me, i want your cum. I did, making him cum and taking his load was what my entire being was focued on at that moment. I don't know how long it took, I lost track of time. He held me tigher, arms around me, my legs spread taking him as I felt him flood me with a second load of cum. I thoght he would pull away, but he stayed for a while, I quivered uncontrollably. He held me tight and seemed to relish feeling what his fucking did to me. Eventually we pulled apart and I practically passed out. He got up and started back at his computer trying to get his connection. I eventually gathered my senses, got up and took a shower. I said thanks, he didn't meet my eye but mumbled a yeah that was good back at me. I left feeling amazing. I am not fully into missionary position.

Made the switch to raw today. Anonymous Thick BBC in a basement laundry room. Felt great!

fucking loving it so far. great start! can't wait to see how twisted this gets.

My older brother. We're 2 years apart, he was a teen at this point. I was already blowing him and our dad by this time. (Didn't take dad long before he started having anal sex with me as well. Also found out years later dad was the one that encouraged my brother go for it.)

Saturday night in Chicago (Pride weekend) went to bar called Touche. Heavy fucking and sucking in the back room. Lost count of the number of guys that fucked me (probably 10+) and how many loads I took (probably 6+). I am here until next weekend and am planning to go back for more. My partner fucked me twice the next day. He didn’t know I had been loaded until he pulled out and cum poured out of my hole. Time to wash the sheets lol.

Yes, you gave him the right to take you by force when you entered his door. Withdrawing consent before he's done is despicable behavior for a faggot. Any man so betrayed should discard the useless bitch.

The only repugnant top is the limp one.

PART 2: Marcus and I continued to see each other, as friends, at parties and bars with our mutual buddies. Most of the time he'd have his girlfriend, Chloe, with him. Our relationship changed subtly. We acted more relaxed around each other and he would touch me in a "bro" way, much more often than he did before we had sex. We were definitely closer and sort-of intimate in a bromance kind of way. This went on for a few weeks, without either of us ever mentioning the night he finally came inside someone (me), which was the first time I'd ever taken a poz load. This Friday night we pre-partied at our buddy's apartment and Chloe, his girlfriend, was there again. She was very pretty, and I really liked her. We had even begun to get closer. It was her idea to go out to the club, she wanted to dance. Nobody wanted to go though, but Marcus was obligated as the good boyfriend to take her dancing. Chloe tried really hard to convince other people to come along, but everybody wanted a more chill night in. She particularly put her efforts into persuading me to go with her and Marcus to the club. She was dancing up on me, and said,"Marcus can't dance, come on, you have to come so I can have a dancing partner. Pleassse?" I looked at Marcus and he just gave a shrug and a smile. I caved to peer pressure and decided I would tag along and go dancing with them. Marcus had booked an Uber and it didn't take long before we were piling in the back seat together. The Uber driver asked,"Where to?" Chloe immediately responded,"Majesty!" I looked at Marcus questioningly because while it was the biggest and best dance club in the city, it was also predominantly gay. Chloe saw the look on my face and me looking at Marcus and said to me,"Come on, it's the best club for dancing, and you don't have to play like you're straight around me anymore." We all laughed and Marcus just shrugged and smiled again, "She calls the shots bro." We got to the club about midnight and surprisingly the line was out the door already. We got in quickly, and first order was Chloe going to the bathroom, while Marcus and I got everybody drinks. While he and I were at the upstairs bar getting all the drinks he said,"Thanks for coming out tonight man. I know you didn't really want to. Just so you know, I didn't tell Chloe you were gay, she's actually the one that told me the night before...you and I...well in the sauna... Chloe found out from her co-worker, I think you would call him a twink. haha. Anyways, you apparently fuck him on the regular." I gulped a big swig of my drink. Damn, my throat got dry all of a sudden, and I was beginning to sweat. ---So he found out I was gay the night before he fucked me? Hmmm. Chloe popped up between the two of us, grabbing a drink from Marcus with one hand and grabbed my hand with her other, dragging me out to the dance floor,"Come on! Let's dance!" she yelled. I actually really enjoy dancing, and she and I lit the floor up. We were on the dance floor for a solid hour, thoroughly soaked in sweat. Marcus would watch us from the sidelines, refreshing our drinks and had a small table ready for us with bottled water for when, or if, we ever took a break. We had an amazing time. I started to get a little tired, and she had to pee, so we finally made it to Marcus' table. She said she was ready to go home, so Marcus ordered an Uber and while we waited she was still dancing next to the table in between Marcus and myself. He was behind her as she ground her ass against his crotch, his mouth was on her sweaty neck, and his hands held her tiny hips tightly. His strong hands. Chloe moved my hands to her hips too, then moved them on top of Marcus' hands. He was still kissing Chloe's neck, but he was looking straight into my eyes. It was the first time Marcus and I had touched intimately since the night he came in me. We got to their apartment, and Chloe insisted I come in for a beer and to wind down. Chloe was drunk and very horny, she was all over Marcus. I wasn't jealous, it was nice to see. But it was getting me horny! I was watching music videos on the TV when she drug Marcus to their bedroom, for obvious reasons. I resigned myself to the couch and laid down. I vaguely heard Chloe cumming, she wasn't quiet, and it sounded like she really got off. It wasn't ten minutes later when Marcus came out of the bedroom in just gym shorts. I immediately noticed he wasn't wearing underwear and was still somewhat hard. Marcus went to the fridge and asked if I wanted another beer. I said,"sure, but shouldn't you have some water? I heard Chloe in there, and it sounded like you probably need to rehydrate." Marcus laughed as he handed me my beer. He was standing in front of me, his still semi hard cock about a foot from my face under a thin layer of mesh gym shorts material. I could smell the sex from him and it made my face flush and my dick harden. Marcus said,"I"m surprised you heard us over the tv, these walls are pretty well insulated. And you know I don't gotta hydrate, you know the way it is with me and my girlfriends. I can't cum with a condom and they won't let me fuck them without one." He put his hand on the side of my face and lifted it up looking down at me,"nobody's ever let me cum in them, except you." I couldn't even look at him now, because his cock was fully erect in his shorts right in front of my face and I couldn't control myself one second longer. I grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze. He put his beer on the table and dropped his shorts, put his hand behind my neck and used his other hand to aim his thick uncut cock at my mouth. I eagerly sucked his throbbing monster into my mouth. I could taste the condom residue and when I deep throated him I could smell Chloe's pussy on his pubes. It excited me so much, that I undid my pants and pulled my dick out and started stroking as I vigorously sucked his cock. I was bouncing up and down on it as he told me to,"suck that dick. I know you want it. You want this load don't you? You want my cum inside you, don't you? Tell me.." I came off his cock and said,"yes. I've missed your cock, and I want your cum inside me. Wherever you want to put it." He quickly yanked me up from the couch and grabbed my pants and underwear and jerked them down, pulling my feet out of them. He kissed me hard on the mouth and slipped his tongue inside me. I moaned into his mouth and felt his hands on my ass. He pulled his mouth back for a second and stuck two fingers inside my mouth and I sucked them as he moved them in and out. He pulled them free from my mouth and spit on his two wet fingers, reaching around and began to push them into my asshole as he grabbed my head with his free hand and kissed me hard again. He got his fingers up inside me to the knuckle and again, I moaned into his mouth. Marcus was being aggressive and I loved it. He turned me around and pulled off my shirt, he wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me against him. His muscular pecs and stomach were against my back and his cock was snugly in my ass crack. He spat into his free hand and I could tell he was lubing up his cock, seconds later I felt his cockhead pushing against my hole. It breached my opening and I sighed in pain and pleasure while he kissed my neck and forced more of his stiff cock inside my ass. He moved forward, causing me to have to put my knees up on the couch, he pushed my head forward so I was bent over now in doggy style. I felt his hand firmly grasp my hips, he started fucking his big cock in and out of my hole. My asshole felt so good as he longdicked me. Feeling his slick cock sliding all the way in and out of me had me leaking precum and I grabbed my swollen cock to jerk off while he pounded my ass. "Oh god, Marcus, fuck me. Shit that feels so good. I can't wait for you to finish off inside me," I said. Marcus responded,"You like this big black cock? You want my poz load up that pussy?" I told him to please cum in me, fill me up good. We were making quite a bit of noise at this point, but I didn't care if Chloe woke up and saw us even, it felt so good, I wasn't going to let him stop until he unloaded in me. I could tell he was getting close too, he was fucking me so hard, my ass was getting plowed into at such a fast rate, I was glad he had lube on his cock from the condom that he used to fuck Chloe not too long ago. Just thinking of that made me hornier, and I wanted his cum even more knowing that his girlfriend never took it. Marcus began moaning and saying,"oh fuck, here it comes. I'm about to blow. Ah shit, ah shit, ah shiiitttt." He slammed into me deep and I felt his cock swell and thicken stretching my hole out more as he pumped me full of his poz cum. He kept himself buried deep inside me as I continued to jerk off and I was getting close. I guess he could tell I was about to blast his couch with my cum because he grabbed my hand and stopped me. "Wait, please?" I said, "please let me cum with you still inside me." He slowly pulled out of me, grabbed me and turned me around face to face. His lips met mine with force and his tongue snaked into my mouth to wrestle with mine. His hands moved up to my shoulders and pushed me down firmly so that I was seated on the edge of the couch. I briefly watched a few seconds of the music video playing as hot shirtless guys danced around a diva. He dropped to his knees and grabbed my legs, and spread them wide. I felt so open and powerless. He looked down and aimed his rigid cock at my wet hole, while his hands held my ankles wide and high I felt his cockhead on my hole right before he slammed fully into me. I gasped, my mouth was in a permanent "O" because that thick dickhead just punched my prostate and he held it there applying pressure to it, squeezing the cum out of it, making it escape through my cock onto my stomach. He immediately began fucking me at breakneck speeds, and it brought me back to the first time we fucked. He was able to blow a second load within minutes of the first one last time, and this was how he did it. I hoped it was happening again, remembering it last time was enough to bring me off, my body went stiff and I began shooting cum into my open mouth and all over myself as he rammed my prostate. I was drenched in my own cum as I watched him build up to his second orgasm, he moved his hands to my hips and thrust himself as deeply as he could and I felt his cock swell yet again pumping his load into me. I think we were both exhausted at this point. He pulled out, and he lifted my limp legs to slide my underwear back onto me. He laid my motionless body down on the couch, put his gym shorts on, and crawled up next to me, pulling the couch blanket over us. We both blacked out. The morning sun shined brightly through the living room window curtains. Music videos were still playing on the tv. I was disoriented for a minute while my mind processed where I was, and why I was there and what had happened. Marcus was still snuggled up to me under the blanket on the couch. His arm was around me, and I felt his erection against my ass. I was worried, Chloe would wake up and catch us like this. I shook him and told him to hurry and get up before his girlfriend woke up. He yawned and stretched a little. He said,"Don't worry, she sleeps like a zombie til late. Last night was amazing man. Watching you and Chloe dance last night had me hard half the time I was at the club." I was like,"what? You were sitting at the table in the club with a boner watching your girlfriend and I dance? You fuckin' pervert. No wonder you're hard right now." Marcus said,"You call me the pervert, but you let me fuck you like a cum hungry slut and you've taken four of my poz loads in your ass and acted like it was a gift from heaven." My mouth hung open in disbelief, but he had a point. I was a total cumslut when it came to him fucking me. I mean, he's fucking hot, straight, hung, and cums gallons and not just once. I laughed and said,"okay, okay, that's me in the moment, yes. I kinda separate those moments from you and me, as buddies. Right now, we're blurring the lines and it has me freaking a little." Marcus, ran his hand down my side and grabbed my underwear to yank them down. He brought his hand up to his mouth and spit in it, moved it to my mouth and said,"spit." I did as he commanded and spit in his hand. He reached under the blanket and lubed up his rock hard cock. He pushed into my hole with relative ease, but I could feel the friction. I groaned, and just let him do what he wanted to me. Marcus smiled and said,"see? you don't even try to stop me from fucking you when a minute ago you were worried about Chloe waking up? You're a whore for me." He was right, I couldn't help it either, his thick bare cock filling my hole up deeply was irresistible. I went from worrying about his girlfriend waking up to not caring if his grandma walked in on us as soon as his cock began to push into me. He firmly held my hip as he fucked slowly in and out of my hole. His massive loads from last night were enough that he didn't need any lube besides our spit to enter me. It wasn't as slick as last night, but he was going so slowly that it didn't need to be. He propped his head up on his hand while he rested his elbow on the pillow looking down at me. He looked so casual...from the waist up. I again warned him,"we better stop before Chloe gets u...." Just then the bedroom door opened and Chloe walked out in just a t-shirt, her tight pert tits were clearly bra-less and she wore a thong, her ass cheeks bounced as she went straight for the kitchen. Meanwhile Marcus simply moved his eyes from me, to the tv and began watching the music video. Marcus said,"Good morning babe. You feel okay? I came in here after you passed out to keep my homie company and we kinda blacked out here." Chloe turned around looking disheveled but glowing, she smiled and said,"I actually feel really good. I think all that dancing and then a good orgasm was what I needed last night. You guys look so cute, do you two want some coffee?" I was dumbfounded, as all of this unfolded before me, Marcus' cock was STILL deep inside me and he was still slowly fucking me. Marcus looked down at me and said,"you want some?" with a big smile. I knew he meant, did I want his cum, but he was trying to shake me loose to answer Chloe about the coffee. I stammered, "Uhmmm, yeah. Sure, yeah I want it...I mean, some. Some coffee, yes, please." Chloe responded, "great! two coffees coming up!" Marcus laughed, "yup, coming up!" as he continued to fuck my hole, picking up a little speed. Chloe had her back to us working on the coffee, and Marcus looked down at me, kissed me hard on the lips and whispered,"you ready for it? you want me to cum up in that hole?" I said,"yes, breed me again..." He tensed up and I felt him blasting inside me again as his girlfriend finished up our coffees. She brought them over to us and handed each of us our own cups while Marcus was still inside me. Chloe said, "I gotta put some pants on, it's freezing in here," as she bounced to the bedroom. Marcus pulled out of my asshole, and pulled up his shorts and sat up. He winked at me as he brought his cup to his mouth. I just shook my head and said, "whatever Marcus, it's your funeral." and rolled my eyes. He laughed into his mug.

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

Part 48 　 I went down to my kitchen and made coffee, strong and black. Going to need it to think straight and figure out what is best for me to do. Very conflicted emotions running through my mind and I need to really think this through. Maybe I should try to figure out the pros and cons of my actions. I was still thinking about pussy but now, having had my dick sucked by a guy and even fucking a guy, I think a guy's mouth and ass was far hotter and definitely an ass was tighter. 　 I think a woman is better looking physically but a man's cock now looks so amazing. Which is better looking? Hmmm, another tough one really. A woman was softer and more tender, but the roughness of a man was pretty fantastic, also. 　 Fucking a woman feels great, but then, again, a man using my hole and hittig my hot spot inside and then when he cums it makes me cum too and damn hard too. The pulsing of his cock in me against my prostate is amazing. 　 Fucking a woman, bareback, feels so good but she could, if not on birth control or if she skips them too much, lead to her becoming pregnant and do I really want a child at this time? A man fucking me, on the other hand, can only make me pseudo pregnant, with his HIV baby batter knocking me up, forever, but, oh, the feeling of danger taking his load. Being with a man is so new to me. Most of these guys I have met, so far, have been definitely gay for a long time. Am I ready for that? What a question for a guy who only a week ago, only that long?, had been completely straight and never even thought about having sex with a man. 　 Such conflict and I was not even close to making up my mind, yet. The big question, I guess, is about the HIV. Pretty much every single load of cum in me so far was positive for it. Did I really want that? It is basically forever and no way out once continued. The thrill of danger was hot, too. I seemed to want more and more. I still have about another day to get PEP, they told me, to try and stop the infection. Do I or don't I do that? 　 After at least two hours of contemplation I was still not completely sure. I could not seem to decide what to do, my mind in complete conglict. Then I decided to leave it to fate and flip a coin for the decision. It would be a 2 out of 3 flips decision with 2 heads being to embrace the HIV and go with it and 2 tails to go get PEP and then to see what I would do. 　 I went to get a coin. Having found one I went back to the kitchen to see how it went. I flipped the coin into the air and let it fall to the floor, a TAIL showed. I picked up the coin and flipped it again and looking down to the floor it was a HEAD. 1 OF EACH AND ONE MORE FLIP WILL DECIDE MY FATE. I flipped the coin into the air and it fell, seeming to take forever to hit the floor, and then it landed and rolled across the floor and under the damn refrigerator. I got down on my hands and knees but could not see it. I had to get up and go look for a flashlight.

Part 45 　 As Randy's cock slipped out of my cum filled hole, I could feel it run out of me and down my back. Highly toxic cum and some running down across my own cock and dripping off of it and into my mouth. I was completely satiated and could hardly move. He finally got up from between my legs and I let them down slowly so as not to lose any more than had already run out. I loved the full feeling of so much cum in my hole. It was just fantastic. Like usual though, as soon as the glow stopped, my doubts returned about what I was doing. It felt so great during, but after I just could not get around the fact that I was full of HIV cum. No known cure! What the hell was I doing? I should have stopped after the very first time I found out, but the feelings were so powerful that I seemed to want more and more cock in me and more and more cum. My mind was just completely befuddled by what I was doing. As I was thinking, I realized that at some point some more guys had arrived. There seemed to be a good 14 or 15 guys, all naked, and all fucking like crazy. It was almost wall to wall steamy sex. Where had they come from and when? WOW, I must have really been into the last couple of fucks to not notice till now. What a scene. I sat there for a bit and then got up and headed for the back door. I had to get out for a while, fresh air and some quiet time to think this through more. I couldn't think in there as all that came to mind around all that sex was getting more in my hole. I needed some space to figure out what the hell I was doing and what to do. I glanced at the clock and it was close to 3 in the morning now. The time was flying by and I had to decide what I was and what to do. Sunday morning and I had no idea what I was doing or going to do. I just knew time was running out on my decision.

Prep only protects you against HIV, nothing else. You are still at risk of contracting everything else. Personally, I’m still getting the same amount of STDs pre and post prep. But since my prep doc requires 3 month checkups, they are found early and treated.

Dad’s Basement Part Thirty-Two I stood there waiting for Dad to reveal more about Dax. The two of them were standing close, just looking at one another. “Tell him, Drew,” Dax said. “Matt, Dax is your Grandfather, he's your mother’s dad” my Dad said to me. After everything I had learned about Dad since going in the basement, what I had experienced, this really didn't come as much of a shock to me. “Is Dax, or um, Grandpa poz as well” I asked. “Yes son,” Dad said. “Matt, your Dad and I had a physical relationship when he was married to your mom” Dax said. “Fuck buddies” I said. “Yes, you could say that,” Dad said. “Your Dad accidentally infected me,” Dax said, “and it changed my life for the better” “Wow!” I said. “So son, the strain that runs my veins, runs through yours and your Grandfather” Dad said. “One big poz family” I said. “In two weeks we are going to met Dax and make a little magic together” Dad said. I was intrigued, what the hell did that mean. “What are we going to do?” I asked “You will see” Dad said. “Just so you know, Matt, your gang bang film is the hottest thing I've seen” Dax said. “Yeah son you should be in pictures” Two weeks. The if the wait doesn't kill me, the anticipation will.

Dad’s Basement Part Thirty I was carried over to the sling, raised high in the air. When I was lowered my back met the cold leather of the sling. I could hear chains clinking. I was pulled up a little, positioning my ass just over the edge of the leather. My legs were raised up and put in the leather hoops, holding them up. My arms were raised above my head and was locked in handcuffs. I tried to move my arms but they wouldn’t move. They were locked in that position. Fuck, no way to adjust the blindfold to get a peek at some of the men. I wondered why there were some that wanted to remain anonymous. I felt a cock stabbing at my hole, which gave way instantly. I was back in business. “I hope you remember this cock from our first encounter.” the man said. “You fucked me in the first round” I said. “I fucked you way before that” he said. I knew it wasn’t Garrett or Dad. I started to think, crossing off people I could think of that fucked me. I couldn’t place the voice. Was it someone from the bookstore, rest stop bathroom or the poz resort? I didn’t know. “Going to give you want you need more of” he said, “AIDS loads” He was steadily fucking my hole. His thrusts make the chains clank more and more. I could hear more men cheering. It must have been a hot show. My cock was hard and was laying against my belly. “One day this boy cock is going up my hole” he said lifting it off my stomach and slowly jerking it. I moaned out a yes as his hand slowly continued to to stroke my cock from the base to the head. My balls began to pull up, I squeezed my ass, trying to hold off from shooting my load. “Hey Dad, get your mouth over here” the man said, “your boy has a treat for you” I felt a mouth cover my cock head. The man let go of my cock and the mouth slid down, deep throating my cock. The cock in my hole continued to fuck me. I tried to buck my hips up, but they were being held down by someone’s hand, which I assumed was Dad’s since he was sucking my cock. I moaned constantly. I was in so much pleasure. “I’m going to fucking shoot” I yelled out. The man in my hole started to fuck me faster and harder. I could feel the cum raising and raising until I couldn’t hold it back. I shot out into my Dad’s mouth. My muscles around my hole contracted as my cock pulsed. It caused my hole to squeeze some around the cock in me. He suddenly pushed into me and began to shoot his load into my hole. “Giving you fucking AIDS boy” he said, “For the third time” I felt him pull out and another cock push in. Dad was still on my cock, slowly running his tongue on my softening cock. I tried to buck my hips again because my cock was getting sensitive. Dad slowly pulled up off my cock, tightly holding my cock with his lips as he did. I felt my cock fall out and drop to my crotch. The cock in my hole was steadily fucking me, as I felt lips touch mine. I started to kiss the man, pushing my tongue into his mouth. It was then I tasted cum, my cum. It was my Dad kissing me and sharing my load with me. Even when both of us had swallowed our share of my load we kept kissing. “Oh fuck that’s hot” the man fucking me said “Daddy and son kissing” He fucked me harder and harder. I could feel Dad’s hand rubbing my chest, running across my nipples. Dad soon pulled away. “Taste good son” he said, “my boy’s poz load” I felt the man grab my hips and start pulling me on his cock. It wasn’t long until his cock was getting harder, signaling it was ready to add it’s load into me. “Here it comes little fuck toy” he said. He slammed into my body, thrusting me forward, his grip on my hips were the only thing that kept me from being pushed off his cock as it spit it’s viral load into me. His breathing was in the form of grunts. His body shook as he emptied his balls. I could feel a hot breathe on my ear as he pulled out and another hard toxic cock slid in. This one was thick and already felt rock hard. “Some of us have been talking” the voice said in my ear, “your Dad being one of them.” I didn’t recognized the voice. The cock in my hole was slowly moving in and out, trying to keep the chains quiet so I could hear the voice. “We thing it’s time to visit Dax and make some money off your boy pussy” he said. The man in my hole thrusted three times really hard into me, rattling the chains. “Your Daddy agrees. You’re a natural born cum dump bottom” he said. Three more thrusts into my hole. “We are sure Dax could use a boy like you” The man thrusted three more times and then slammed deep into my hole. I could feel his cock twitch and pulse as he added his toxic cum. 
“Daddy is going to email him to get you a face to face, or maybe it will be hole to cock” the voice said. The man in me pulled his cock out and again was replaced by another, who quickly started to fuck my hole fast and hard. “Daddy already let the cameramen know to send a copy of tonights gang bang film to him” he said. I was being fucked harder and harder now, as if the voice was turning each man on, making them want to fuck and cum, no matter how quick. I could feel the cum running down my ass, some running under me and in-between me and the leather of the sling. “Ask Daddy sometime about his gang bang film and his time with Dax” the voice said before leaving my ear. I closed my eyes trying to process what I had just heard. I knew I wanted to see Dad’s gang bang film. My cock jumped again at the thoughts in my head of my Dad tied down to the fuck bench or in the sling getting fucked just like I was now. I lost count of the men who had been fucking me, all I could think about was Dad. I wanted to know more. Soon I felt my hands being released and my legs being taking down. “Son, hey son” my Dad said, bringing me out of my thoughts. “It’s over buddy, Skin and I had a awesome time” Garrett said, pulling off the blind fold. I looked around and the place was empty, besides dad and I. “Sixty loads boy up that hole, it’s a new club record,” Dad said, “hell it’s the only record.” “Let’s get out out of there and into the showers” Garrett said. “Careful of the floor” Dad said. “Yeah someone flooded the place with cum” Garrett said laughing. I was helped out of the sling, my foot landed in the big puddle of cum on the floor, in an area that would have been under my ass. It slid forward. Thankfully Dad and Garrett caught me or I would have busted my ass on the concrete floor. We made it to the shower with no accidents. Cum was flowing from my ass. The hot water came quickly as I turned it on. I stepped under the water and just stood there. “Push the cum out son!” I aimed my ass at the tile wall and pushed. Cum shot out and landed on the tiles. The more I pushed the more cum came out. It still flowed when I stopped. Looking down I watched it flow down the drain. “Don’t worry Son, your body absorbed a lot of the strains tonight.” “Fuck yeah” Garrett said. “Hurry and clean up, so we can get you to bed, the sun is going to be coming up soon” I don’t remember much after that. I was tired and ready for bed.

Deep penetrarions adds a whole other dimension to being bred. I personally love it when a top is balls deep in a bottom. Such a turn off to only get the head of a cock in me. I want it all or nothing. I want to be able to milk your cock as you are pulling out of my fuck hole

But it is strange, isn't it? Considering to be ready to fuck all tops have to do is to drop their pants and whip out their dick. While bottoms need to go through a whole cleaning exercise (which I am not always in the mood for by the way). But it is frustrating to see that when you're horny, ready and looking for sex all the guys nearby online are other bottoms. I do get offers sometimes from other bottoms to play together, ensuring me it can be fun. Sure it can be fun to play but I prefer to have a real dick and not a dildo up my hole when I am with someone and a load or two leaking afterwards. Oh well.....

Lol..great topic! Here I thought I was the only one to do this. About 10 years ago, after leaving the bar shit-faced, I walked past a guy sitting on the street at 2:30am. He was maybe 40ish, beefy, short, bald, and a beard that was down to his belly. I stopped to see if he was ok, as I assumed he was from the bar (it was a bear night). He says he's all good, but could use some extra cash if I had any. It was then I noticed his clothes were a bit worn, and figured out he was homeless. I chatted a bit with him, told him my thought process about thinking he was drunk from bar. He laughed and his eyes lit up. "So why you leaving alone?" he asked me. I laughed, but decided to be bold thanks to the beer. "Weren't any rough looking men like you inside for me to pick up" I answered. He laughed, then stood up and said maybe we could work something out then. He grabbed his sizeable crotch and I led us to my car. I'll skip some of the details, but ole grizzly adams took a shower back at my place, had me feed him a meal, then told me to blow him as he drank directly out of my bourbon bottle. After 20 minutes of sucking his fat 8", he told me to strip and fucked me doggie style for like 10 minutes before he shot in my ass. Next morning he wakes me up by rubbing his cock on my hole as we're in bed. Once he knew I was awake, he says he'll fuck me again for $50. I got up, pulled the money out of my wallet (which I did have the sense to lock in my desk) I put the money in his jacket pocket which was laying on the floor, then got on all fours on the bed. He rewarded me with another load, then asked me to drop him off at the liquor store by my place. Lol.

I was whored out to two homeless guys by my pnp-pimp bud. I got fucked and filled behind a dumpster, one guy was 50ish the other in his 30s. Both were dirty and they stole everything except for my socks. (truthfully, I kinda allowed them to just to make it hard on my bud to get me home) It was demeaning, humiliating and absolutely one of the hottest things I have ever done. I consider it to be one of the key events to my shedding sexual fears and inhibitions.

Adds Denver to list of potential holiday destinations ;-)