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I met Mark through Instagram, as we shared some common gear interests. Found out he was local, and he wore my same size, so we started swapping gear every once in a while. I've been in a relationship ever since we met, but he has been single and having fun breeding bottoms all over the city. He started sending me videos of his conquests and of him jacking off, and I've used them when my husband is not in the mood and I am. For the longest time Mark has been telling me he wants to fuck me. He has suggested we hang out, gear up, have a smoke, and jack off. No cheating, just two buds hanging out. I've thought about joining him many times, but I've been a good husband and abstained. This has been going on for a couple of years, and Mark has always kept that door open, teasing me with photos and videos of his massive cock. What makes this even more interesting is that he confided in me a while ago that he was Poz. I remember when he told me and we talked about, how hard I got thinking about the videos he has sent where I can see the gobs of cum shooting out forcefully. I knew he was on meds, but I would pretend that cum was going in me, unmedicated, toxic, and that would always push me over the edge. During one of our night time chats, I had mentioned to him my chaser fantasy. He just said "That's hot" and we moved on. His teasing started to get a little more intense. He had just moved into a new place by himself, and he would send me a video of him geared up, looking fucking hot, and stroking his big cock. "When can I fuck you? You should ask your husband for a freebie. Wouldn't that be amazing?" I would say yeah, it would, but never act on it. I would meet up with him to swap gear, and most of our interactions then would be friendly and quick, but every time I'd see him, I'd hug him afterwards and could feel his bulge. It was driving me crazy. The days I was the most horny I was always going through the videos he had sent me and fantasizing about what he could do to me. Recently, husband went out of town for a work trip. He was going to be gone for two weeks. I mentioned this to Mark, and I probably shouldn't have because he got more aggressive in his teasing and invitations. He would message me in the evenings, when he knew I was starting to get horny, and offer to come over and hang out. I'd decline, but every day he was chipping away at my desire to say yes. A week later of having a lot of material from him, I finally agreed. Told him we could hang out, have a smoke in gear, and just watch each other jack off. He showed up at my place fully geared up. Leather, cowboy hat, boots. I had done the same. I opened the door and welcomed him in. I had just gotten a cigar order, and had set up the backyard for us to light up and chat. We started smoking, and I was already hard. I could tell he was too, I could see his bulge. He wasn't subtle, he would rub his crotch, and catch me looking at it. So he proceeded to open his zipper and pulled out his hard cock through his jeans. I could see it standing up against the leather, glistening with precum. He started stroking it. "Don't you want a little taste?" I nodded. I was in an aroused horny haze, my cock was controlling my actions, I found myself getting up and walking over, kneeling down and putting my tongue against his cock head. It tasted so good. Next thing I knew, I was putting this large piece of meat in my mouth, doing my best to not gag on his thick 8 inches. He was gleefully pushing my head down on his cock and holding it there. I could feel the precum leak more. The smell of the leather, the cigar and his musk were sending me into overdrive, my animal instincts kicking in. I moved my mouth from my cock to his mouth, and gave him a deep kiss. "I need you to fuck me" I told him. He grinned. I dropped unbuckled my pants, dropped them low enough to show him my ass, and bent over, inviting him to get closer. He did not hesitate, and immediately planted his bearded face in it and started rimming my hole, getting it wet and opened up. I was going WILD, my need for a cock in my ass growing intensely. My moans were invitations for him to keep going, and he did. He spit in my ass and his cock, and pressed his head against my hole. My hole was opening up slowly to him, but he was not waiting, and he was pushing, holding me down and forcing his big thick cock to split me open. I could feel the pain but I couldn't do anything, nor did I want to. I relaxed and he was all the way in, balls deep. I had someone else's cock, deep in me, raw, in my own backyard. I didn't care. I was in heaven. Mark started pulling out almost all the way out, and then ramming all the way in again, his balls slapping against my ass. I was rock hard, precumming myself, something I rarely do, thinking about this cock I had fantasized about for so long. Then it suddenly clicked in my head, Mark is poz! What am I doing?? He was on meds, so this should be fine, I really wanted to feel his cum in me, so I went back to the moment and enjoyed the fucking. "You have a fucking nice and tight hole man. I'm going to pump my load in you". "Fuck yeah!" was my reply. "I'm close, are you ready for this?" I responded with another enthusiastic "FUCK YEAH!". He made one final big thrust, pushing his cock deep inside me, and announced "Take my poz load bitch! I stopped taking my meds months ago". FUUUUCK. My cock started sputtering loads of cum without me touching myself as Mark pumped several shots of toxic poz cum in my hole. I didn't know what to do. I was clearly enjoying this, but I was also freaking out. Mark held me closely, still in me, and told me it was all going to be ok. I had a lot of thoughts going through my head, but I could not deny this was the hottest fuck I had ever had. My life was about to change, and I was rock hard thinking about what was to come.

Hot guy with that deadened look in his eyes just drinking cum.

No one should EVER under any circumstance fuck a person who supports Donald Trump. Doesn't matter how big their dick is, DO NOT FUCK THESE PEOPLE. And tell them why you refuse to fuck them. And if you think Barack Obama is Kenyan, you're a racist slob. If you think Hillary Clinton murdered anyone then you're an idiot who's been logged on to 4Chan or 8Chan too many times. I repeat. DO NOT FUCK TRUMP SUPPORTERS. NO MATTER WHAT.

For a while now I've been on a dry streak. No sex, no messing around, no cock, no cum. There was no particular reason for it, just wasn't feeling like dealing with the human contact that comes with sex...until recently. My fuck bud and I had been phone sexing for a few weeks. Really hot and dirty stuff. He's a poz daddy type with an awesome cock and a real nasty mouth on him. He and I got into a lot of hardcore stuff together. Whenever i was feeling whorish i would call him up and he would post some ads or take me to the west side club and get loaded by all sorts of guys. It never mattered who they were, skinny, tall old young, trolls; as long as they had a hard cock and wanted in raw they were invited to cum inside of my ass and he always got off fucking me after I'd been used by some of the most toxic men in New York. Before recently, the last time we had fucked was on labor day. He was house sitting for a bud of his in Chelsea and invited me over. He said he had a friend with him, a hot little bottom guy with an awesome ass. The boy was seriously cute, about 5'8 tan, late twenties but looked really young. He was a dirty slut just like me and I wanted him. I'm more of a bottom myself but every now and then there's one guy that can make me rock hard to fuck some raw ass. The boy had been taking loads all day and when i saw him all i wanted to do was burry my tongue in his hole. I ate him out for what felt like hours tasting all the loads that had been deposited in him throughout the day while he was bent over the kitchen island. I sucked the cum right from his diseased hole and couldn't get enough. He begged me to fuck him and I was happy to oblige. I turned him over so he was lying on his stomach on the couch that had been his cum dump pedestal and showed no mercy forcing my cock deep into his ass in one painful thrust. I loved seeing him in pain and it made me fuck him harder like an animal. His ass was so open and wet and when i took a hit of the poppers I knew I was going to cum. He begged me for it saying, "Please cum in my ass, load my hole with your toxic cum, recharge this slut boy." And I did I came in that boy full force telling him what a whore he was and how his only purpose was to be a receptacle for AIDS sperm. My hardon wouldn't go down so i kept fucking feeling my own cum slide in and out of his hole creating a poz froth i needed to taste myself. Thats when my fuck bud slid his own cock in my ass unlubed. It felt like I was being split open but it only made me harder and I started to fuck myself onto my daddy's huge cock while thrusting into the boys cummy hole. Apparently the lack of lube caused me to bleed a little. I asked him if he wanted to stop but he was so turned on by my pink-lubed hole that he couldn't stop. Instead he whispered "Fuck yeah boy, it's like your a fucking virgin all over again and I'm popping that cherry with my AIDS cock. I'm gonna fill you with toxic cum and they're gonna crawl their way into your blood stream." I was so fucking turned on that I started to cum in the boy again. Clenching onto my daddies dick with every spasm of my orgasm. My top daddy then put me in the sling to finish the job and both he and the slut boy took turns on my bleeding hole. The boy came in me first unloading a days worth of disease he had accumulated right into my ass. When he pulled out my hole was gaping wide and leaking a pink blood/cum mixture that drove my daddy crazy. He plowed into me more and it hurt like hell but I wanted that diseased load in me, I needed it. I begged him to load me, "Fuck that nasty poz cum into my ass, make me your dirty cum whore!" I cheered him on and he did. "Fuck yeah boy take daddys AIDS load in your boy pussy, take that fucking nasty cum you fucking slut boy!" And i did, he used the motion of the sling to slide my ass up and down on his thick shaft and I was in poz poppered heaven. I left there feeling exhilarated and open, my shorts were wet and I rode the subway home knowing those bugs were soaking into me. That was the last time we fucked before this past week when we broke my celibacy and unleashed the whore in me full strength... We had been chatting on the phone for a while. the usual piggy talk. Reminiscing on bath house stories, video store gloryhole booths and such. Then he asked me if he could come over. Now I hadn't been fucked since my night as the bleeding virgin over the summer. I thought about it. My roommates weren't home and wouldn't be for hours. So i said what the hell come on over. I text him my address and he got in his car while i hopped in the shower for some deep cleaning. I got out of the shower prepped and ready and i saw that he had text saying he was parking. Just then my buzzer rang. I answered the door still wet and naked. After giving the briefest possible tour of my apartment he pushed my down onto my bed and immediately started eating my ass. I had forgotten how much I loved man tongue and stubble on my ass! I spread my cheeks open so he could get in deeper. He tongued me good and wet while undressing himself never leaving my hole. I turned around and saw his awesome cock at full attention. I got on my knees at the foot of the bed and wrapped my mouth around that poll. God damn i missed cock. The salty manly scent the taste of his charged precum. I enveloped his cock with my tongue and tasted his piss slit savoring the clear toxic fluids I had been depriving myself of. I wanted him inside me. He bend me over, my ass in the air, knees on the edge and slapped his cock against my hole. "You miss this cock boy?" He said, and I could only mutter a poppers induced yes. Thats when he pulled out the video camera. I had only filmed myself getting fucked a few times and I knew I liked watching my hole split open. He started to record "Turn and face me boy let me see your face while you beg me to poz you up, come on tell daddy you want his AIDS." And I did, "Please sir I need you to fuck me." "Fuck you how? How do you want this dick?" He said. "I want your poz cock in me raw daddy." I replied pleadingly. "You want this poz cock in your hole boy, you want this dirty fucker to shoot some AIDS in your ass?" "Yes sir. I need it. I need you to recharge this hole. Remind me what a dirty whore I was meant to be." "Okay boy take my cock." And he started opening my hole with his thick member prying my ass apart. It hurt like hell since i hadn't been fucked in almost 5 months. He could tell i was in pain and put the Poppers under my nose for a huge hit. Once they kicked in my ass loosened and I was forcing my hole onto his cock all the way to the base. "Damn boy thats a hot little fucking boy ass wrapped around my raw poz cock, and you're loving it aren't you, you little slut." "Yes sir, fuck me hard, i wanna feel you tearing up my walls with that dick." "Yeah boy take that cock, show that camera how much you love AIDS daddy dick in your boy hole, fuck yourself onto it. Thats right, take it you little whore. You'd let anyone I choose fuck you right now wouldn't you? Nasty AIDS wasted fuckers with sunken faces and huge veiny dicks just cumming their death seed right into that boy hole. I need to take you back to the baths boy, i think you've been a good boy for too long, its time to bring that slut back out." I egged him on, "Fuck yeah daddy, you can whore me out to anyone you like I'd take any cock you want me to take as long as you make sure they fuck me raw." "Oh i'm not letting any rubbers up this sweet hole boy, your hole was built for poz sperm only. You were meant to please those fuckers no one else will touch. That innocent boy face that pretty lips and blue eyes are really just a gift to poz tops everywhere." And he proceeded to fuck me as hard as he could making me moan and beg and plead for his load. " You want it boy? Tell me what you want, tell me on camera what you want in your ass." "I want your dirty fucking nasty poz AIDS cum in my ass daddy. Please fuck it into me, give me your disease." He tensed up and i could feel his cock harden even more as he began pulsating in my ass. "Yes take it that cum boy, take that nasty poz cum! Fuck yeah boy! Thats right feel those AIDS babies in your little boy hole." "Yes sir, fuck it into me, fuck your cum into my ass. Thank you sir! Thank you for recharging me! I needed this." And he fucked his cum into my more. I could feel it seeping around his cock and I knew I was a cummy fucking mess. When he pulled out i could feel some cum dribble from my hole. He scooped it up with his finger and pushed it back it. I pulled him toward me and sucked him clean fingering myself and his cum deeper into me. It was right then that something clicked. It's like i woke up again. Not only had he recharged me with AIDS cum, he recharged the whore in me and I wanted more. He replayed the video for me and I jerked off to myself getting loaded. My ass was so fucking sloppy and open! I had always wanted to find a video online of hot raw poz barebacking with some serious verbal and now I was watching myself take the disease and smile into the camera wile begging for it. I came all over myself as he watched me jerk off to my own sluttery. When he left i jumped onto BBRT looking for more cock. I needed it badly now. Jack Foster was back in business and he meant to do some serious damage. I couldnt seem to find anyone for that night but i went to sleep with my daddys cum buried in my ass. The next day was a different story…

Found a slut on Squirt that wanted a load, so stopped by his place on my way to the pride parade a bred his hole. He wanted to give me his but was running late and he wasn’t a good lay so I refused. Instead head to the cruising park on my way home. For the first time ever there wasn’t a single cruiser in the area. Walked around for a bit and finally saw someone im the distance heading into the brush. Followed him in. He was soon joined by another guy I recognized, older hung daddy that loves to fuck raw. Things were looking up! Found a secluded spot and the daddy followed me. He sucked me off for a bit and then we made out while stroking. Got down on my knees and started deepthroating his thick cock. Other guy, probably homeless, watched from a distance stroking his flaccid cock. When I got the daddy’s cock good and hard and stood up and turned around. Daddy took the hint. Took a hit of poppers and he plunged right in. Another guy showed up, but didn’t want anyone to touch him. Fair enough. He got on his knees and started blowing me while I was getting fucked. Very hot scene. We heard some noise and were about to scatter but was thankfully another cruiser. He looked a bit sickly with his veins popping out on his thighs, but as long as the dick gets hard I don’t care. The guy blowing me got spooked and left. I started stroking the new guy and he was getting into it. The Daddy pulled his dick out and new guy went to work on it. He alternated between my dick and Daddy, which made him super horned. He got up, grabbed my hips, and pushed his dick up my hole. I bent over and grabbed Daddy’s dick and shoved it down my throat. Skittish man came back to watch and stroke. The scene was getting very hot and I was getting close, but we heard some kids enter the brush so we all quickly scattered. I went to another area while I waited and sickly man followed me. He wasted no time getting his cock out and pulling my shorts down. Soon he had me fucking myself on his dick and I didn’t last long. Hearing me cum made him take control and he started fucking me really hard until he loaded me up. Took the bus home feeling the cum dripping out of my hole and a big smile on my face.

We headed back to the bedroom, I opened the box and pulled out a glass bottle and uncapping the bottle of cola on the bedside table, added a few drops to it. At the same time boyfriend prepared two syringes, tapped out a pile of coke onto a mirror, arranged a few pills and a smaller pile of K alongside it and a few shards of T. As we prepped, we exchanged kisses, hits of poppers and every so often stopped and kneeling to face one another, jacked our cocks. When all the prep was finished we threw ourselves at one another in a frenzied grappling of kissing, licking and sucking. Tits were tweaked, pits licked and bollocks were pulled and chewed to elicit moans and gasps. Finally, pulling away from one another we had a final snog before we did a couple of lines of coke and then wiped the remainder on our cocks. Rehydrating with the tailored coke, my boyfriend pushed me onto all fours facing the porn. Now, some guys like porn, some guys hate it. I fucking love it. And I love it all. From the newest TimFuck scene to vintage Falcon (fuck those men were hot). From muscle studs to twinks, hairy to smooth, vanilla to sleaze. Fuck even condom scenes get me hard and dripping. And we all have our favourites. My list seems endless but to name a few Devin Franco, Sean Storm, Austin Shadow, Ray Dalton, Tory Mason and last but definitely my favourite, an Aussie guy called Kieran. And tonight’s scene was Kieran slam fucking a horny skinhead. Got me rock hard, dripping with an aching cunt wanting to be filled every time. Tonight was no exception, doggy facing the screen as my boyfriend took a deep sniff of my already fucked cunt, I imagined sucking Kieran’s massive poz cock as my favorite tongue ate out my insides. Deep, long laps, sucking, spitting and getting my arse ready, fingers proving my still tight and very hungry hole. As I felt the g take hold of me I pushed against my boyfriend’s mouth as he chewed and licked my rosebud. He reached round to tease my nipples as I wanked my pre-cum soaked cock. Before I could cum I pulled away and grabbed two syringes. He smiled. And gobbed in my face as I tied the rubber tubing around his arm and then mine. Leaning over the the box, he pulled a pill from a bag and placed it on the tip of his tongue, lying down on the bed. I needed no instructions as I swung my legs over and sat in his face, spreading my cheeks. I loved my boyfriend’s long tongue for a reason - as I felt his fingers pull my cunt apart a mere few centimetres from his face, I felt his agile muscular tongue push the e tab deep into my waiting guts. I sighed as I felt him finger it in ever deeper. Ever had a tab of E pushed deep into your gut as part of a chem sex session? It’s intense especially if you’re insides have always taken a pounding so the walls of your arse can absorb it quicker. The tingle like an itch before it bursts into an overwhelming rush deep in your cunt. Made even better if a cock is deep in there at the same time. Kneeling, I handed him a syringe and watched as he expertly stabbed him self with it. I followed suit and together we pulled off the tubing. The rush was so intense I coughed harder than I expected and had to close my eyes against the rush. Then we fell into a frenzy. With no manners. Grabbing me by the throat my boyfriend threw me down and speared me with his magnificent cock. I screamed into the mattress as he ripped my cunt open, holding my arms in a tight clench and almost ripping them from my sockets as he pounded me without mercy. I was lost in the intense pain as his cock forced itself deeper into my body; almost lost in the (imaginary) feeling of his pierced tool pushing my internal organs out of the way as he dug deeper and deeper. One hand on the back of my head, the other hand spread my cheeks even wider in his greed to own and breed me. And this wasn’t a silent fuck. He no. All the way he used the most depraved verbal assault on my ears. It was something we only did when alone. We’d fallen into it once with a third guy. He didn’t wait to get dressed but grabbed his clothes and fled. So no, we used porn talk in groups and saved the savage, lustful depraved language for our one to one’s. But for every phrase he used I gave as good back. Moving from the usual porn talk, we slipped into language around hurt and abuse. It made him fuck me harder and made me want it more. Suddenly the e started to work it’s magic in my arse and I moaned loudly. Almost on cue, he rolled me over and into my back. Without hesitation he rammed his cock back in and I screamed. From the joy, the pain and yes the humiliation. I was so hard as he started slapped my cock and balls. I was his cunt. His pussy. His white faggot. And I loved it. He started jacking my cock hard and furiously. Applying the right amount of pressure on my shafted and he pulled and rugged my engorged balls with his other hand while pounding me. It was too much. As I started clench my arse muscles around his cock I grabbed my own cock. Automatically his hand went to my neck, hard vice like grip cutting off the air supply. I tried to push his hand away but I was too weak; too lost in my impending orgasm. Before I know it I was spewing cum like a fountain. Over me. Over him. I tried to scream but I couldn’t. Looking into his eyes, I saw what I wanted. As I came, he released my throat. Warm air rushed in, intensifying the moment as I watched him raise his fist and smashed it into my face. I passed out.

So after being with my poz black daddy yesterday I am craving his cock again. But not only am I craving his cock, I'm craving other black cocks. I have realized that I am to be aids cumwhore for all black cocks. I am meant to offer any black cock my hole to pound and the cum inside my hole

Throwback so you pigs can see how I used to look shaved a few years ago

I am beginning to understand the Trump supporters on this thread... The same ones who want AIDS and med resistant loads, in this day of great medications and advancements in Preventive Biomedical Advances... in other words IDIOTS

It was a typical Friday night. Of course all I could think about was how horny I was and how badly I wanted to have my ass filled. I was online cruising around BBRT checking things out. There was this guy that I had chatted with before online. We had tried to connect a few times before, but it just hadn't worked out. I figured I would give it a try tonight and see if he was free. I hit him up and we chatted for a bit. Next thing I knew I was on my way to his palce. I was happy to finally meet him as we had many conversations about what we would do if we ever met. I arrived at his house and was ready to ring the bell when I saw a note. "Door unlocked. Come in, remove your clothes and put on the items on the bench." My heart raced a bit with anticipation as I opened the door and went in to the entry way. The area was dimly lit, but there was the bench with a box on it. I undressed and proceeded to open the box. Inside I found a leather jock strap, a ball gag and a hood. I put on the items and sat down on the bench and waitied for what seemed to be an eternity. Soon enough I could feel a presence in the room. I hear a low voice say "are you ready boy?" I nodded my head in acceptance as I could speak. I felt his hand touch my shoulder and I rose. He led me down a hardwood floor for a bit and then down some stairs slowly as not trip and fall. When we finished decending the stairs we stopped for a minute. I was trying to pay close attention to the sounds as I had no idea where I was. I thought I could hear a door opening, shortly after I felt his large hand again as he led me further forward. We then again stopped. I felt him work his way behind me as felt cold metal on my left wrist and a clenching. I assumed it was a pair of handcuffs after I felt the cold metal hit my right wrist. At this point I knew that I was in for something. He pushed me forward again from behind until I felt something hit me on the front of my body, just above my cock. He pushed my head down until I was laying flat on my stomach with my head against a platform. He slid me forward on the platform and set my legs up until I was in a legs bent position. I put it all together and realized that I was on a fisting bench. I then proceeded to feel him put some cold lube on my ass and insert a finger, then two. He held them inside for a minute and then asked "are you ready to go to the next level and experience things you never thought possible" I thought about his question briefly and the shook my head in acceptance. He removed his fingers. I could hear him doing somehting behind me, but was unable to make out what was going on. Next thing I knew there was pressure again at my hole. I felt something begin to insert into my hole, slighily larger than his two large fingers. Then I felt my ass fill with what I thought was an amount of water, but there was a slight burning sensation to it. He removed the device from my hole and then slipped in something else. I could tell immediately it was a butt plug. In no time I was starting to feel hot and my heart was racing. I felt his hand again at my head as he pulled me into an upright position. He removed the hood and for the first time I could see him. Of course at this point I was becoming extremely horny and all I wanted was to be fucked. I took in my surrounds as best I could. I noticed a sling next to the bench I was on. He proceeded to ask me how I was feeling. Of course I was not able to speak since there was a gag in my mouth still, but he could tell what I wanted. He said he knew that I wanted to get fucked because he just gave me a huge booty bump. He proceeded to remove the handcuffs and as he did so he told me I was going to get fucked more then I ever had before. I shook my head in acceptance again. He led me over to the sling and helped me in and put my hands and feet in to the restaints attached to the chains. There was a mirror attached to the top of the sling and I could see my self laid out like a pig waiting for wahtever he wanted to give to me. He reached to my ass and removed the plug. Once it was gone all I could think about was that I felt empty and I wanted more inside me. As I watched in the mirror I could see him remove his jock strap to reveal his huge cock. It must have been 10" and as thick as a beer can. I thought to myself there is no way I can take this, but all I could think was that I wanted it. He came to my arm and tied something around it I could see the syringe out of the corner of my eye. I watched as he slid it into my vein and emptied it into me. I felkt an instant rush and tried to cough with some avail due to the gag in my mouth. He proceeded to fill the syringe again and empty it into his arm. He then doused a healthy handfull of lube on his cock and lines it up with my quivering hole. He looked in my eyes and I said as best I could with the gag in my mouth "fuck me Sir!" Instantly he slid that huge beer can cock in to my ass and he went all the way, balls deep. I couldn't believe that I just took that huge cock, but all I could think about was how good it felt inside me. He began to fuck me slowly at first and then he ramped up the speed. Eventually he was pushing back on the sling so that his huge cock slid all the way out of my ass and then back in balls deep. I couldn't get enough! It felt so fucking amazing! Finally after an hour of fucking he started to twitch and I knew that he was going to give me his load. He groaned loudly and pushed himself deep insdie me. I could feel his warm juice loading inside me. He pulled his huge cock out of my ass and come around to my head. He removed the gag from my mouth and then stood on a pedistal at the head of the sling. He then procedded to piss in my mouth. He said "Be a good boy and drink all of Daddies chem piss!" I did as I was told. I was so high at this point and all I wanted was for my ass to be filled again. He went back around to my ass and began to put crisco in his hands. He slapped a generous amount on my ass and worked it in to my open hole. He then began to work his fist in to my hole. It was amazing how easily he got the large paw inside of me. Once again I couldn't get enough. I could see his cock was still rock hard. He asked me if I wanted another load. I replied with a yes. With his fist still inside me he worked his huge cock in next to it. I could feel my hole stretching as he wokred in to me. It felt amazing. He said " I am going to jerk off my dick iside you." I could feel as he wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to work them insdie me. I had never felt anyhitng like this before and it sent me to the moon. I laid my head back in pure enjoyment. This went on for close to ten minutes before he released another load in to me. He pulled out his hand and slipped a large plug in to my ass. He then said sleep well and I will see you in the morning.............

I always enjoy my sales trips. The trips fit into my crossdressing lifestyle and the thrill of being in a different town and different people. After a long day on the road, I had just checked into a motel just about 30-miles outside of Nashville, TN. For my overnight trips, I always bring my special suitcase that has my “girly stuff” (panties, dresses, makeup, lingerie, etc.). Sometimes I would just dress up pretty and cam or play with myself. On a very few occasions I would run into a very horny stranger, tease him, but not put out and be satisfied knowing that poor guy was back in is room jacking off. Almost immediately after throwing my bags on the bed, I peeled off my shirt and dress slacks and headed to the shower to freshen up. On the road, I keep my hair in one long ponytail, and wore a tight t-shirt to hide my budding breast. The hormone treatments were working so well, my body felt like it was becoming more feminine by the day. My legs and backside were becoming shapelier, my breast were spouting, my voice was growing softer, so many exciting things were happening to me! Taking a shower and knowing I was about to put on one of the outfits in my bag made me feel so feminine and free; coupled with the fantasy of being dominated by a total stranger and be treated like a piece of meat made my little clitty stay hard the entire time I showered and shaved myself smooth. Once out the shower, I applied my makeup, lipstick, lotion and favorite perfume; then did my toes and nails. As a thunder storm rolled in, and the rain started hitting the window, I continued to make myself pretty, even if it was just for myself. After rubbing in the last bit of lotion on my curvaceous caramel legs, I put on my flowered dark blue tight mini dress that went down to my thighs, gold mules and large hooped, Chica earrings. Next, I brushed my long black and brown hair down and over my shoulder. Looking in the mirror, I was pleased with what I saw. And I loved how my perky nipples poked against the fabric of my silky dress. I smiled, rubbed my breast and thought “I HAVE TITS!” This particular night was very hot and steamy as a storm hit this little town making me wish I had continue the drive to Nashville, but I was already checked in. It began to rain harder and it was followed by a lot of thunder and lightning, then around 10pm everything went dark. Oh p*o! The air conditioner, TV, lights…everything out. I thought to myself oh well, it least my iPad was fully charged, and I brought my favorite toy. and a couple of toys. I open the windows hoping to find a cool breeze without success. Opening the sliding door, I thought it would be nice to enjoy a bottle of wine from the little frig in the room and watch it rain. It seemed like the whole town was in darkness, so it was nice to watch the thunder storm from the balcony as it rumbled and crackled. After about 5 or so minutes, the door next to my room slid open, and a gruff looking man stepped out. He was a big guy, probably about 45-50 years old, a least 6’3” or 6’4” feet tall, strongly built and around 250 LBS or a bit more. He looked Latino, with a moustache and beard with a big tattoo on one shoulder and several other tattoos covering his body and neck. He was also covered in bushy body hair. He was wearing baggy shorts, flip-flops and nothing else. After grunting a hello, he asked “Do you mind if I smoke?". I hate the smell of smoke, but not knowing this guy from a serial murderer, I wasn't about to tell him no, so I nodded yes. He lit up his cigar, walked further out in the rain, I thought this was probably the first shower he had in a week as he leaned on the rail and looked out at the sky then looked back at me. His eyes looked me up and down, like a hungry animal eyeing his prey, which gave me the chills. His eyes went from my perky little breast, my butt and down to my legs, then his third gaze stopped at my crotch. Oh God, I forgot my panties! For a moment, I was totally embarrassed, and I fumbled for something to say, but thought it was best to say nothing. After taking another puff from his cigar, He said his name was Mario, and made a comment about my legs. He clearly saw something he liked and made a move. “Hi Mario, I’m Lisa” Not missing a beat, he said, "Blackouts annoying right…yeah, not much you can do in a motel room in a blackout" he said and then crudely added "when you're on your own...." My heart was racing. This guy was straight forward and was not holding back, and still staring at my ass. In the past I enjoyed flirting and loved when guys made comments about my meaty ass, but despite all the fantasies about getting fucked by strangers, I wasn’t sure this was the type of guy I wanted, and I started thinking about ways to slowly back out. I tried to take the conversation to a more generic place, asking him what he was doing in town and as we chatted for a couple of minutes. The storm moved in closer as rain started to pour down. A few gusts of wind kicked up, then it hit me, my car windows are down! I grabbed my room key and told Mario I would be back. In a dash, I ran outside to close my car windows, knowing the whole time Mario was watching my thick ass shake. Dashing back to the motel door, I swiped my key card and nothing. I think the blackout would not allow the security lock to read my key card. Shit! What am I going to do? The manager’s office was closed for the night, and I was stuck outside. From the balcony I heard a familiar voice “You can wait it out in my room, don’t worry, I don’t bite…..Lisa.” What choice did I have, I thanked Mario as I stepped into his room still covered in darkness from the blackout. He closed the door behind me, but it was the hearing the addition latch lock that gave me reason for concern. In the darkness, I could make out that there was just one bed in the room, so I sat in the chair next to it. But Mario said “No need to act shy now sweet-heart” and told me to hop on the bed while he reached in the mini-frig and pulled out two tall-boy Ice House beers. I felt around, finding a clear spot on the bed, and curled up on the edge facing away from the middle of the bed, leaving as much room as possible for Mario on the king-sized bed. I didn't get under the sheets because it was too warm and humid and if the power came back, I could quickly exit. I could hear Mario slowly lumbering around, making his way to the bathroom, then leaving the door open as he relieved himself of several tall-boy beers. When the toilet flushed, I knew he would be coming, so I just hoped that all that alcohol, the only thing he would be interested in was sleep. As Mario's weight hit the bed my heart was pounding out of control, my knees locked closer together and I tugged down on my short dress to cover my bottom half. I never even removed my shoes. If It were anyone else but this man, this scenario would be fulfilling my darkest fantasy; but not this man in this hot room, me locked out of my room until morning, during a blackout in a howling thunderstorm. "Please just go to sleep" I whispered to myself about 10 times. I felt Mario behind me inching closer, then a big hairy arm wrap around me and pulling me in closer to him. pulled me into him. Uh-oh! I could instantly tell he was naked as my back was pressed right into his hairy chest and I could feel his meat inflating against my butt. It was getting harder by the moment, it felt like one of those extra thick sausages that kept growing, and from me just getting to know him in this brief time; he was not a “No” type of guy. He saw me as a hot little brown girl; with an extra part, in his bed and he did not care if I was still fully dressed. He had needs, and my body was on his menu. I was starting to shit myself. He then stretched his mouth into my ear, breathing heavily with his smelly cigar and beer breath said, "Let’s have some fun my little puta." My whole body felt weak. "Listen", I whimpered, "I'm not sure I am up for what you are after, can we just get some sleep?” He continued to breathe deeply to my ear, "What do you mean?" he asked in a slightly stern voice. “Well, I don't have a lot of experience, and I am not sure I will be willing to do the things you want me to" I meekly replied trying to sound like this was new to me. “So, you're saying you don't want me to fuck you?” That was point blank. In a risky move, I said “Sorry, but no thank you" It got quiet, but Mario didn’t move his arm and his cock remained nestled behind me. There was a pause as a huge flash of lightening and giant clap of thunder reverberated around the room. I could sense Mario was pissed, “Hmm, your faggot ass, walk around dressed like a puta, you then come into my room, in the dark of the night, get into my bed and now you decide you don't want to fuck?!" "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lead you on. but I didn't expect this to happen, and…well, well I have never been in this situation before” I was back pedaling as hard as I could. Mario’s voice became coarse as his arm constricted over my chest. "Have you ever sucked a cock?" Mario asked. "A couple of times, but that was the furthest I ever went.” It was a lie. "Hmmm sounds like you're a little tease chica." said Mario, still pressed up against my ear as he moved his arm that was wrapped around me, over my dress he started rubbing my nipple. Then his hand slipped under my dress and he firmly grasped my tit and his fingers coarsely tweaked my nipple. “I’ll tell you what, you suck my cock, make me cum, and I will let you sleep, no fucking" In a soft girly voice I quietly ask “Promise?” but my question did not get a return response. Given not knowing the full nature of this man and having nowhere to go this was probably the best I could hope for and knowing the expectation of anal was off the table, I felt more comfortable sucking his cock. "Thank you Mario" whispered. "If want to play games and be a fucking tease, you call me Daddy from this point forward, understand?” "Yes" I replied. My nipple was squeezed harder, "Sorry, Yes Daddy" I yelped. "Now get to work!” And with that, Mario rolled over on his back, and I rolled over in the dark over his leg and crouched down between his legs. Having been in the room for some time, my eyes had adjusted enough to make out some silhouettes and there was just enough light for me to take his cock in my hand. it was thick and heavy - more so than my own. I tentatively leaned down and began to lick the shaft of his cock. Due to the circumstance, I was more than happy to suck his cock but at the same time, was still hoping he was a reasonably quicker shooter so that this did not go on too long. After several long licks of his shaft, I gently placed my lips over his mushroom head and slid my mouth down his now saliva lubricated cock and sucked my way back up. Daddy let out a muffled groan of satisfaction with this, so I continued with the same technique. Up and down his cock I moved sucking on the way back up the shaft. I could feel his cock get firmer in my mouth. He put his hands on the back of my head as I went down his shaft. "Take it all" he groaned. I tried but couldn't. "I'm sorry Daddy, but you are too big" I said while stroking his girthy meat. "Lie down on the bed and hang your head of the end" he ordered. I did so as he rolled off the side of the bed and walked around to the end. "You are going to learn to suck my dick the right way puta." With that, he slapped my face with his thick meat. He rubbed his cock all over my face before sliding it in my mouth and down my throat". He slid in and out a few times, before saying relax and take it all, I relaxed (as I had seen on countless Internet videos) and he slid his cock all the way inside my mouth and throat till his low hanging balls were pressing on my nose and upper lip. He held it there for several moments before I started to gag. He repeated this several times, but I quickly adjusted to the length and width of his cock. He took his cock out and dipped his balls in my mouth. "Suck them" he ordered before he moved himself further along and sat his hairy ass on my face. Pulling has ass cheeks apart, then buried his sweaty asshole over my mouth. He gained pleasure from this for a few minutes before rubbing his cock all over my face again. You are enjoying this aren't you slut?" he said with a nasty smile. I just continue to eat the hairy butthole stationed over my face. "What?" he asked with slight bolt of anger that I had not responded appropriately. I broke away long enough to say, "Yes Daddy, I am enjoying it very..." and before I could finish speaking, he had stuffed his cock back in my mouth. The sounds of slurping, sucking and gagging turn him on more, and ramped up his aggression level. Fucking my face, he leaned forward and put his hand on my cock - "Fuck, all that teasing and look at you” giving a brutish laugh as he shook my little 4-inch erect clitty. Shit, this Latino bastard was brutally manhandling my junk and I was getting turned on! There was no denying it. I was rock hard and leaking. It was by no means gentle, he was making fun of my little member as he jacked it with his thumb and two fingers. Jacking and slapping, this rough treatment of my sissy parts had me in total confusion. Just as I was starting to be aroused, Mario’s true plan came to light. "Seems you haven't made me cum yet puta, so now I’m forced to fuck your fat ass ok?" He was not asking for my approval, it was a statement. I tried to object but I couldn't speak, my mouth was stuffed full of cock. Standing up and tossing me on the bed "Ain’t no fucking bitch going to tease me like I’m some punk.” “Take that dress off puta” he demanded. I hesitated, then saw he was not to be disrespected and I removed my dress and skooched to the top of the bed. “Now get on all-fours like a dog and hang your ass over the edge of the bed.” “But Daddy you promised…” I said meekly totally watching my tone. My comment was met was a swift and hard smack on the ass which I knew left a hand print. “Puta, I’m about to blowout that asshole” If I thought my heart was pounding before, I was wrong. It was beating so hard it was almost hard to breathe. “Daddy please let me suck you again, I promise to do it better” I said trying to find a compromise or escape from what I knew he had planned for my poor little ass cunt. “I thought I wanted to be fucked tonight but I was wrong!” I pleaded. On my hands and knees at the edge of the bed, I heard the floor creak as he walked around the side of the bed. He stopped to the side of me and gripped his fat 10-inch tool. “Listen slut, the way I see it, you are a naked bitch in my room pretending to be girl. You can run if you want but there are going to be questions. He was right, and I was screwed. Scrambled for words and blurt out "But, but, but…I’m not ready!” “Not my problem” he snorted back. “No more games puta!” He reached in to a small bag next to the messy bed and took out a condom (thank God) and put it on himself, then stepped behind me. “Please use some lotion or something Daddy, please” grabbing the small bottle of complementary lotion on the stand, he coated my puckered cunt and rubbed some on my smoothly shaven balls. Next a thick meaty hand locked down on my waist and other on my shoulder. “Bet you will never tease another real man again you little bitch!” I was helpless and took a deep breath. “Arrrghh" was the next sound I uttered. “Ohhh yeah this shit is tight" Mario exclaimed. He didn't have to tell me! He withdrew a little bit before sliding in a little further, withdrew a little bit and slid in a little further then just said "Relax" before sliding all the way in. “OH fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck was all I could get out as his brutal Latino beast made my ass its home. Mario’s cock plundered my sissy cunt, but it wasn’t as bad as I envisioned. All I had to do was to take this mild beating until he comes I thought. Then the power slams began without mercy. He was fucking me like I owed him money, like he wanted to know what being fucked by an angry man felt like. “DADDDDY!” I screamed. Withdrawing for a moment gave my cunt a few seconds of relief. “Fuckkkk bitch, I want you to feel all this dick!” “You are going to know what what a real man feels like tonight!” "Ok puta that was just to break you in and get you ready, now it is time to be fucked for real.” “Oh No” I whispered under my breath. "Beg me to me fuck you" he ordered as he placed his cock at the entry to my ass. "Please fuck meeee,.. ahhhhhhwww!" is all I got out before he popped my cunt open again. "Beg!" he demanded. “Ple, pleas…please, fuckkk..” I sounded like I was speaking gibberish, but it was hard putting words together when my ass was being drilled mercilessly by a mad man packing a 10-inch weapon. Mario was pounding me with a steady rhythm he would plunge his cock all the way up my tight ass cunt, then three quarters of the way out, he would plunge that weapon back in again. Back and forth he pounded. he groaned and grunted has he hammered away, I could his sticky sweat on my back and ample ass cheeks as he plowed me. The violation went on and on. Just my luck my I run into a savage Latino that thinks I’m a tease that deserves to be put in my place. Every so offend he would reach down, cup my clit and balls and squeezed it roughly as he laid on my back. A giant blob of precum came out of my cock, he scooped it on his dirty stained finger and stuck it in my mouth for me to lick clean. He continued to pound my ass, enjoying his new tight fucktoy. Squeezing and stroking my little sissy cock until I let out a moan, spewing cum over my stomach and sheets. He slowed his rhythm, scooped up what cum he could find in the dark and again fed it to me. After a moment or two, the sweaty beast returned to his power pounding. I was spent, me had completely femininized me. I gritted my teeth as he kept ramming his meat pipe up my bruised sissy cunt. I really needed him to cum because he showed no signs of slowing and the more he pounded, the sorer I was going to be in the morning. I momentary slipped off the bed due to my legs being fatigued, holding this same position for what seemed like hours. Mario, just grabbed some pillows near the headboard, stacked them at the end of the bed, scooped me up from the floor and planted me on top. I had zero resistance. I felt a large glob of spit it dead center of my burning butthole before the assault continued. Again, his deep thrusts were met with my slight moans, then he started grunting as loads of his cum began unloading in my sore asshole. I felt disgusted as his baby juice sprayed inside pussy. But I was happy it was finally over. He slipped his cock out of me, then in a proud statement said, “Take is how a REAL man fuck a little sissy!” Walking over to the side of the bed, Mario slapped me with his wet, spent cock and casually barked, “Now be a good slut and clean it for me". He wasn't really giving me a choice as he pressed it against my lips, till I took him in my mouth. I gently licked his cock and balls clean, getting the aroma of musk, sweet, ass and cum up my nostrils. "See little puta, you can't tell me you didn't enjoy that.” “I wasn’t moaning in pleasure Daddy!” “Some of that really hurt.” I said like a pouty, stubborn brat. Laughing, then got up and made his way in the dark bathroom where I believed he went to further wash himself off. I rolled onto my side of the bed, but this time got under the covers. Mario exited just in time to see the power return. With that he flicked off the lights and turned the air conditioner on full blast before he got under the covers. Once again, a strong arm pulled me back and in a spooning position as his deflated cock rested next to my wet bottom. He was drenched in sweat and my back was now covered in his sweat and musk.

As many of you know, I have been chasing for over three years, and have had 2 flakes that SAID they would gift me. I have found another gifter that will be traveling to Orlando, and Im confident that he WILL be the one to share his gift with me. Like the others, we have chatted online, but somehow he feels different than the other two flakes. Some of this, he already knows, and Ive encouraged him to read this without public comment here. He has indicated that he thinks its HOT that I write about the way that I want my pozzing to happen, and see what others have to say about it. Although this is in the fiction section, it is truly my desire and hope it becomes a reality. My potential gifter is actually my dream come true. My first two potential gifters were NOT my ideal type, but I just wanted someone to impregnate me with their toxic seed. The first led me on for well over a year. He was around my age, and sounded great. Our conversations were GREAT and always got me hard. From the stories of the college bois hes infected, to his two live in lovers, and the incest between him and several of his legal age sons. I guess I should have known that it was a bit much, He always hesitated to send me a picture of his cock, but when he did, it was comparable to mine, which is nothing to brag about The second was someone older than me. Id say hes an old school leather pig. I was confident that he would be the one to gift me while he was visiting Orlando, but then all of a sudden his travel plans "changed, or so he said. The ONE good thing about hook up aps is that you can tell when someone is close. Mine indicated he was, yet he said he was elsewhere. Enough about the past, let me talk about my third potential gifter. As they say, "The third time is a charm!" Like me, he was primarily a bottom, until he was gifted, and he decided to share the gift with others. Hes not opposed to living with someone that he gifts. Although I think this is a long shot, I would LOVE to have a relationship with my gifter. Someone who would be there with me to comfort me while going through the fuk flu stages, and still be there to pump his seed into me while doing so. Someone to encourage me to spread my seed once I converted, and be with me while each of us had sex with others. He has an AMAZING cock, something which the others really didn't have. So on to how I would like our gifting session would be. My potential gifter will be traveling to Orlando and staying in a motor home while here. He said he would be able to host, and encouraged a two day stay to help insure the meeting was a success. I do have a bf, but the sex isn't great, and although we are 'OPEN' I found out he has been fooling around behind my back. Anyhow, I see myself pulling up to my gifters motor home, knocking on the door, He tells me to come in, and when I do, he is sitting there in only his jock. His cock is already rock hard, and I can see signs of pre cum on his jock, and I immediately drop to my knees, and start to worship his cock. He doesn't let me work his cock for long, and tells me good things come to those who wait. He instructs me to strip down to my jock, and sit next to him. My cock doesn't always get rock hard, but it is now, straining against my jock. He cops a quick feel, but then he tells me he wants to talk about what is about to happen. As we talk, my cock starts straining inside my jock, and I start to precum. Its with GREAT relief that he says he wants to fully inspect me, and them make me a part of him. I stand up and he buries his face in my ass, eating my hungry hole. Its not long before he slips in one, two then three fingers, telling me how much his cock is going to love my tight hole. He turns me around, and sucks my cock, and I quickly blow my load down his throat, as he tells me that will be the last negative load I ever shoot. He deep kisses me, and shares some of my load with me, but saves some to lube my ass with. He leads me over to the bed, and instructs me to get on all fours to receive my gift. I do as instructed, and he begins to tease my hole by rubbing his cock on it, and although Im sure he knows that I want his gift, he continues to ask me if Im sure. When I least expect it, he drives his poz cock in me balls to the wall. He doesn't aggressively breed me though, just slow and passionate, with occasional hard thrusts. Through prior chats, he knows that I want to be on my back as he releases his gift inside me. After 10-15 minutes, he instructs me to get on my back. I know the time is coming soon. As I roll over, he first gives me the deepest and most passionate kiss Ive ever had. He starts to thrust much harder, but yet not overly aggressively. His rhythm picks up, and I know I am about to receive his gift. He begins to get very verbal, and before he deposits his first load, he once again asks if I want to be a part of the brotherhood. Not long after I said yes, he unloads deep in me. His cock pulses like no other I have ever felt. As he shoots he tells me that I am now his. After he shoots, he keeps his cock in me until it got soft and slipped out. He then rolled me over and inserted a large plug up my ass telling me his seed needs to seep in. He then suggests that we rest, as it will be a long night of breeding. He spoons up next to me, with his cock near my ass. It wasn't long before I felt his cock getting hard again, and he removed the plug for our second breeding. This time he is more verbal and aggressive with me, which I LOVED. He first worked his fingers in me, scratching the inside of my ass to make it more likely to absorb his toxic seed, He took his fingers out of my ass, and made me suck the blood from them. Shortly after he seeds me again. This continues through the night. After the second session, he takes a sharpie that I brought along and writes "Poz loads received" on my ass as I requested, By the next morning, we were at 4. It was a long but fun night, and he suggested we have some breakfast, as the day would be even longer. We went out for breakfast, and after I suggested that we go to a local bar and see if I could receive other loads, He LOVED the idea, and said my marked ass would be a GREAT advertisement. We had a great breakfast, and then headed to a bar with an outside play area. I only took two loads there, not sure if my ass marking helped or hurt. He also took several loads while there. We somewhat gave up, and headed back to his motor home where we once again began to breed. By dinner, my load count was up to 8. Surely I was gifted by now! He made a wonderful dinner for me, sitting naked at the table with only a plug up my ass. After dinner, he asked if I was ready for a creamy desert, KNOWING that I was. After breeding, he suggests that we take a power nap, as the night was young, but would be intense. That it was. By the morning, I had 12 hash marks on my ass. The next morning, I told him I had a surprise for him. I had lined up several poz tops, telling them that my gifter MAY want to whore me out to celebrate. He LOVED the idea, and told me that he also had plans for me. He told me that he knew about my plans for a group rape, and that one of the guys that I had chatted with about the possibility was in fact someone that he had gifted, He refused to tell me who it was though. Two of the four guys that I invited actually showed up. Before they arrived, I was tied spread eagle to the bed with my ass up. Once they arrived, my gifter said he would be both the first and the last to breed me. This time was different. He fucked me with more aggression than ever. Although he was verbal before, NOTHING like this time. To him I was just a piece of meet wanting to get knocked up. And I LOVED it. My gifter was indeed the first and the last to breed me. The other two were just as aggressive as him. Using me as a random cum dump. At this point I didn't really care. If I haven't already started conversion, it would be a miracle. By the end of the day, I had 18 hash marks on my ass. One of the "guest breeders' left after 2 loads in me, but the other stayed the night. Im not sure, but guessing the one that stayed had also been knocked up by my gifter. Once confirmed poz, I guess I will know by the strain. The three of us fucked again that next morning, bringing my final load count to 21. I was plugged, and sent on my way.

In the hopes of bringing good stories back to the top for newer members, here is on that should get a load out of you, if not 2 or 3

Would love for to impregnate my white male pussy. I have come to the conclusion that I am to cumdump for black men and black only

You'd have to hate yourself and the community to vote for Donald Trump. The fact that anybody who isn't a bigoted white straight man supports him makes no sense. He hates women, he hates LGBT people, he hates anyone who isn't white.

Real man cum to convert you into a poz pig

Yesterday my bf and I hooked up with another couple and I ate almost nonstop ass for the first 30 minutes we were with them. It feels like I can still taste it 💖

Forcing a fag to accept his fate was a cum hungry pig

mine is definitely changed ever since a Dom Top made it His goal to change it, which i love that i can associate it with Him and His desire. mine is a slit and not a pucker anymore, but not a gaping hole (though i love the way that looks on guys). Unlike some, i like lube, lots of lube or cum, either works, but i love sloppy and a noisy, sloppy sounding hole when any Top fucks. i love it when a Top loads my hole up with lube if it's not already sloppy with cum. One of my favorite feelings is the since of immediacy i get when i have to go to the bathroom. i don't leak, but i have to squeeze my inner muscles sometimes to hold stuff in. i like it because it reminds me that my hole is no longer designed primarily for waste removal or retention, but is designed for easy access, penetration and fucking. To me, that since of urgency is my body reminding me that it wants to be empty and ready for a Man to penetrate. it's also got a little bit of a humiliation edge to it that's hard to put words on, knowing any guy can look at it and know that i love to be a place for a Man to penetrate and release His pleasure into.

I am the same as you my hole leaks - especially after I have taken six or seven loads. There is no such thing as a cock that is too big for me to take and easily and I actually love tops ramming it home in one hit. I loathe lube, always take the first cock with spit and then man cum is my lube for the next and the next

Ryan waited and hopped Jonny would come soon, he wondered how he had gotten here. It was not that long ago he helped a straight guy suck his first dick, he remembered that he never did hear what happened with that guy. He knew that is how this all started, his desire to suck dick and swallow cum. Girlfriend, he thought I have not talked to her in over a week, she had not text him and he had not reached out to her. What he did not know is her number was blocked ten days ago and unless he went to text her she would not be able to call or text him. The last text she received was " I can't do this anymore, I do not want to see you." A few minutes later the door opened and Ingrim greeted Jonny. Ryan heard Ingrim tell Jonny "dude he is even more submissive than you described and he was a big hit. Here is the $2,000 we agreed on and the balance we discussed is in there. Ryan wondered what the fuck that was a about, had Ingrim owed Jonny money. Jonny got down on his knees right in front of Ryan and leaned in and kissed him, Ryan kissed him back and then Ryan hugged him and whispered he was so glad he was here. Jonny broke free from the hug and told Ryan he had been a very good boy and rubbed his chest and kissed him again and then Ingrim put Ryan's hands behind his back and tied them. Jonny leaned back in and kissed Ryan again and then grabbed the ball gag that Ingrim handed him and worked it in Ryan's mouth and fastened it. Jonny proceeded to tell Ryan that he had earned him a lot of money and that Ingrim had been broadcasting all of Ryan's sessions and had put him up for sale at the same time on a Dark Web and had a buyer. Jonny told him that he had earned enough to buy a new car and although he would kiss Ryan he would always think of him while he drove his new ride. Ryan was crying and whimpering though the gag when Jonny leaned in and gave him one last kiss on the cheek. Then Ryan hard him stand and walk out the door. Ingrim said boy do not cry, he will be back once I get final payment. Ryan stayed right there whimpering with tears running down his face for ten minutes and then Ingrim grabbed him by the chest and said your buyer is delayed. He has wired the money but while you are still mine we my audience wants more of you. Ingrim then carried Ryan back into the room with the bed and tied his wrist to a chain from the ceiling and placed a spreader bar between the kids legs leaving his chest on the headboard. He pulled out the butt plug and said fuck that pussy is wrecked, text my brother and he is on the way. You will just have to settle for my big dick for now. Ryan still emotional was crying as Ingrim pulled out his dick and slapped that big club on Ryan's ass and then pushed it slowing in Ryan's wrecked hole and as he started to long fuck him the boy stopped crying and his whimpered turned to moans. You fucking whore, once you got my dick back in you stopped crying, I am gonna take the gag off. You know the only reason you were crying is your cunt was hungry. We are gonna take care of that now. The ball gag fell off after Ingrim unfastened it and Ryan was moaning load. That a good Fucking whore, take my huge dick and work up a load, I am gonna flood your hole with my dirty load again. Tell me you need it, Ryan said please fuck me I need your load. Good boy. Ingrim fucked him for another twenty minutes and shot his load deep. Then slowly fucked him back and four to work the load in and pulled out slowly. Fuck dude that is some magic pussy. Roy will be here soon and he will keep fucking you like the cum whore you are. With that Ingrim left the room leaving Ryan pacified and horny. He suddenly needed to get off but could not touch his dick. Ryan pulled against the restraints to see if he could break a hand free to touch his dick but nothing. He started to say fuck me, cum in me, make me cum please and the was babbling this over and over. This went on for five minutes and then he rested his head on the headboard to the side and closed his eyes and tried to stop thinking about getting off.

I can take a fairly big cock with no lube.not even spit. plus I can take pretty much any size human cock easily with lube.plus I'm always easy for guys to fuck on a whim so like if a guy on the street wants to fuck me he doesn't have to work to get it in me. I love how guys who fuck me know what a slut I am just by how easy their raw cock slides in me.plus I can lay in the bathhouse sling or in a club backroom and know I can take any cock that anyone shoves in me.only "problem" is cum is always dripping out of my loose fuckhole and making a wet spot on my shorts or even dripping down my leg

Do I look like I have anything?

"I'm drug and disease free. I swear." [EG]

A pulse of lightly scented steam rose shrouding me deeper in a mythical mist as droplets of sweat ran from my neck down my torso, I placed the palm of my hands on my young smooth chest and rubbed it in. In the distance shuffling could be heard which told me I was not alone in the steam room but the dense mist made it impossible to make anything out. I had just turned 18, and had decided as a present to myself I would venture in to my first gay sauna and my first man-on-man gay experience. Don't get me wrong. I had done my fair share of masturbating to online gay porn, and it was while searching the internet for additional sex outlets that I first encountered an advertisement for the bathhouse in which I found myself. I had had to dig deep to find the courage to concoct a convincing web of deception to convince my conservative family I would celebrate my 18th with my friends, so I would be occupied all Saturday afternoon and that evening as well. Meanwhile, I googled the bathhouse for reviews and saw some comments such as 'Guaranteed to get your ass pounded here!' and 'Full of horny fit guys in their 20's and 30's', 'Way to many tops and not enough bottoms to knock up for real', and another which read 'Notorious breeding ground'. Hindsight would have been a great thing at the time but when sensibility and the mix of adrenaline and lust clash, sensibility has no chance of winning out, and so it was with me. On the designated Saturday I left the house in mid-morning, when to the barber where I asked him to cut my hair back to a number 1, and by mid afternoon I arrived outside the bathhouse. Walking in to the small reception room I paid, got my locker key and towel, and was directed to the changing rooms just past the bar lounge. The clerk also mentioned the sauna and steam rooms were on the lower floor. As I walked through the bar lounge I noticed three men who, I assumed, were taking a break. Each gave me a furtive glance. Stepping into the locker room, I quickly changed, and then returned my locker key to the admission clerk, and then headed directly downstairs. Another wave of steam hit me as I began to really enjoy this and the thought of sex had long since diminished, I hear more shuffling a blast of cool air which was a sign that the door had been opened. I could just make out the shape of a couple of bodies, one of which was seated on the bench next to me on my left, the other to my right. Each was far enough away I was unable to get more than a vague impression. I also recall being quite struck me by the quiet. Apart from the hissing of the steam vent there was very little sound. Still, the proximity of the two men brought me back to reality and the real reason I had come to the bathhouse. Then another cool blast of air announced someone had entered the steam room. The vague outlines of various men moved in and out of my limited field of vision, each man's shape shrouded by the dense mist. A hand appeared and ran down my chest and his shape became clearly visible as he moved closer to me noticing the a well defined arm with a tattoo sleeve gave me the most incredible erection. What do I do? Should I return the stroke, or perhaps kiss him? I had no idea how this was suppose to play out. Fortunately the man was far more knowledgeable than I, and wordlessly taught me the etiquette of a steam room. His hand moved to my shoulder, then neck, drawing my head in his direction. His body and face loomed in my line of vision, the striking chiseled features of his face moved ever closer as he leaded in to my mouth, a kiss landing on my lips, which were closed. Still, suspecting my niavete, his tongue moved about my mouth, his saliva moistening my lips as his tongue slid between my lips. My lips were receptive to his advance, and my mouth partially opened only for his lips to lock against mine as his warm tongue explored mine. After 30 or so seconds of this intimacy, he pulled away, although a dribble of his saliva still connected our mouths. A smile crossed his handsome face as, having given me a warm look, he dove back in with increased intensity, his right arm, which was wrapped behind my neck, pulled me closer as his left hand grabbed my right hip, gesturing for me to straddle his lap. Obliging his direction, I positioned myself over his crotch, and in descending, my ass encountered his erection, which was rock hard, and difficult to control as it settled nestled between my ass cheeks. Still, sitting face to face with one arm now holding me steady on his lap I felt his other hand caressing my buttocks then pulling as he slipped his hand to my hole he began gently rubbing at first. Gradually one probing finger coaxed its way into my hole. Eyes wide with startlement, I tried to protest but his mouth was still locked against mine and, as the pained eased off, I clasped him about his neck and responded to his kissing as simultaneously his finger explored my hole. He pulled his finger out quickly causing my body to tense his hand rubbed my back causing a pool of sweat that he guided to my ass and rubbed it in to my hole this time with two fingers causing my back to arch slightly. In vain I attempted to moderate his activity by gripping his arms, but his sweat made it impossible so I resumed my clasp around his neck. I must admit, moreover, by this time, my mouth now completely invaded by his tongue, and feeling lightheaded from the heat and steam, I neither wanted to, nor realistically could break free from him. Every now and then the man tightened the bicep of the arm which was holding my back, which gave me a comfort of feeling controlled. I was clearly in the grasp of a very experienced man who understood positive and negative reinforcement as sporadically he would withdraw this fingers from my ass, which left me feeling an immense sensation of release, but which also left me yearning for that moment he would slid his fingers back into my ass. In one such cycle the man broke off our kiss, and, spitting into his hand, we resumed our kiss as his hand moved slightly further down my back. Almost involuntarily I felt my body rising slightly only for a searing pain to shoot through my body. Naturally I wriggled to escape it the shocking pain, but the man clamped his arm firmly behind my back, preventing me from forcing a withdraw. Breaking off the kiss, I buried my face in his neck and groaned loudly. I knew his cock head had penetrated my ass: my virginity and body were forever parting company. The man reached behind my neck with his free arm, pushing my body downwards. By this point I was so overwhelmed with pain I was prepared to forcibly raise myself off of his cock, exclaiming a loud "NO" as he pushed my body downwards, forcing me to take more of him in to my ass. I gasped for breath - my body was being pushed further and further down on his cock, my moans and cries had brought other guys closer as they watched the transformation of a virgin. Tears mingled with the sweat as I came to rest on his lap, his cock now fully immersed in my arse. Almost immediately the pain began ebbing and was being replaced by a gentle internal caressing sensation, a sensation I was not keen on ending. My ass still felt as if to be on fire, but still I didn't want to stop. Raising my face to his, my lips greeted his mouth we resumed a now incredibly sensual kiss. My ass was also now responding to its own desires, rocking to and fro with small rise and fall movements which continued for what seemed like an eternity, the pain now replaced by intense pleasure. The sudden tight locking of his arms around my body forced me to expel what air I had in my lungs in to his mouth as he sounded a loud grunt directly into my mouth. Simultaneously his cock further hardened, swelled, and went rigid as a torrent of warmth flowed into my arse, the first wave of his ejaculation now planted seed deep inside me. I tried to catch a breath but his grip was so tight I couldn't pull air in to my lungs and in rapid succession of pulses stream after stream of his seed flowed in to my body. My head collapsed against his neck as I strove to catch my breath, but the man's grip was so tight around my body I could only manage short pants. In the aftermath of his orgasm, his cock twitched in my arse, the last drops of cum oozing into my hole, as ever so slowly the man released his grip, leaving me to find I had also shot my load - without even realising as much. His mouth sought mine and we kissed deeply as I remained impaled by his large still erect cock buried deep. Bodies appeared next to us, wandering hands sought to explore, only to be quickly pushed away by my maker. He was adamant. He alone would play with me. He alone would be inside my body. Slowly the gathering crowd moved away, still optimistically lurking in the dense mist, awaiting the master to release me, his prey. We broke from our kiss and he pulled me in to his neck and locked his arms around me securely. Involuntarily I winced as pain ran through my arse: again he was pushing his hips upwards, clearly indicating he was ready for another round, so I clasped my hands behind his neck and shoulders and resumed an up/down movement. My ass might have been sore, if not completely in fire with pain, but I knew trying to stop would be futile now, especially as he had now begun his second assault on my young body. I was a quick learner. Without hesitation my head moved to his and we engaged in another sensual kiss as my ass rocked faster as his manhood continuously speared my hole. Sweat was running down both of our bodies making if difficult for us to keep hold of each other. The man thrust up, perfectly meeting my downward motion. Each time I hit bottom I moaned loudly into his mouth. He broke the kiss, looked me in the eyes, his arms tightened again around my back. I knew full well what was coming. I found myself staring deep into his eyes as he moved in for the kill. Sharply tightening his grip, the air escaped my lungs as my back tried to arch away. My chest was being crushed against his. I couldn't expand my chest to draw a complete (and badly needed ) breath. My arse was forced down harder on his cock. Letting out a low long moan, the man's cock twitched as his pushed his hips up getting as deep as could and began releasing the first of five waves of his seed firing deep in to my ass. I collapsed against his body whilst he held me tight. Finally I could at last get air back in to my lungs and, shaking off the grogginess from lack of oxygen, I panted heavily against his neck. I might have felt violated and destroyed by this man but I was also overcome with lust and desire for his sex. My senses gradually came around. I knew my body had taken enough. Again kissing the man on his lips, I slowly lifted my ass off his cock, in the process emitting a slight cry of discomfort. I didn't anticipate the withdraw of his cock would be as challenging as its entrance. The man released his grip from around my back and I got to my feet, but as I was visibly unsteady, the man stood with me, escorting me out of the steam room and into the showers where he stood next to me, stroking my back as the cool water poured over my head and body, greatly refreshing me. The man, by this time, had taken the adjoining shower head as he also wanted a clean-up. This was the first time I had the opportunity to get a clear, unimpeded view of the man. He was about six feet in height, heavily tattooed, easily in his late 20's with a beautifully muscled arms, defined torso and strong legs. Still no word spoken between us he caught me looking at him so he cupped my face and gave me deep french kiss. I placed the towel around my waist and sat down on a nearby bench to relax, and I must have dozed a minute or so, for when I opened my eyes, I saw the man was gone. A couple of men walked through the corridor, obviously assessing the situation but I decided to head home so I went upstairs, retrieved my key, and entered the locker room where I saw only one guy was delving into his locker. I opened my locker and looked-up just as the other man in the locker room moved in my field of vision, revealing his back and the tattoos which adorned his body: dead square in the middle was a biohazard tattoo and, on his left shoulder blade, a scorpion. Then turning around I came face-to-face with the man who took my virginity. He gave me a warm smile. I was not so stupid that I didn't understand the implications of the tattoos. Fear froze me to the spot: a poz guy had just shot two loads deep into my body, and his cum was still inside me. I returned his smile, stepped into the toilet, where I did my best to push his seed out, but my arse was sore and burning, and each attempt came to naught. Wiping my arse, I noticed tell tell signs of blood on the tissue. Seated on the toilet, my head in my hands, I was beside myself and angry he could do such a thing, but then again I shared the blame as I never insisted on a condom and just allowed him to fuck me. I went back to the locker room to find it completely empty. Resigned to my fate I opened the locker door to find a note which contained both a message and a mobile number. The message read "Best fuck ever. You will want more of me and when you do, call me as I really enjoyed breeding you. I'm available whenever you need me." Looking at the note I realised my cock was rock hard so I folded the note away and put it in my trouser pocket and finished changing.

Sitting at home I was pretty bored one evening and being a horny 24 year old I decided to hit the gay chat rooms to see what was about. I flitted around from room to room, now I didn't actively engage in bareback sex but I had dabbled once or twice with guys I knew, I clicked on the barebacksex room and looked at the profiles of the men. One in particular struck me 'BigChris', as his profile opened I had a good look through. He was 36, six feet 10 inches, rugby build, extra large uncut, bareback only. The pictures posted of him in jeans with his cock hanging out and unmistakable tattoos on his arms gave me an immediate erection. At only five feet seven inches with average build, brown cropped hair, and okay looking I thought to myself he is way out of my league. Anyway I opened a chat window and sent a message "Great profile." then closed the window and continued browsing. He was also stated at being in east London and I was south east so quite a journey to get from one side to the other, believing that would that. No more that a couple of minutes had passed when window opened from BigChris. Him: "Thanks, what are you into?" Me: "Hi, usual stuff, kissing, sucking and fucking. And you?" Him: "Kissing, fucking, top only, never bottom." Me: "Do you only go bareback?" Him: "Yup, I plough and plant." Me: "Okay, interesting but I am neg." Him: "Poz here and I don't pull out for no one." Me: "That's pretty hot, but probably not for me, but thank you." Him: "Always happy to plant my seed in you if you change your mind. Bye" My cock felt like it was going to explode as I sat in the chair looking at our chat window and jacked off furiously until I shot my load. Well that was exhausting I thought to myself and headed off to bed. I had never considered myself a chaser of poz seed but it got me so aroused thinking about it. Around six months later I decided to flat share with a mate and we got a place just outside Greenwich in south east London. A few weeks after moving in I went on-line and updated my profile location, I then started to check out the local talent around this area. About 5 minutes in a chat window opened from BigChris, I was shocked that he even remembered me and our conversation. Him: "Hello, how are you?" Me: "Hi, I am good thanks, how are you?" Him: "Good. I see you moved to near Greenwich." Me: "Yes, about 10 minute walk away." Him: "Great, I am in Greenwich, would still love to meet you." Me: "I could do daytime at the weekend." Him: "No, I like late evening meets, I only like to cum once a day that way I make sure theres plenty of seed to plant." Me: "You tease, lol" Him: "Come over tonight." Me: "Okay, but let's see how we get on before anything happens." Against my better judgment I had just agreed to meet a poz guy with the possibility of engaging in bareback sex. But lust had taken over and I headed off and found myself walking towards his block of flats. Standing outside the door I contemplated if I should really do this, but my hand had already knocked on the door and I stood waiting. The door opened and and there he stood tall and well built his body almost completely framing the door way as he invited me in. I crossed over the threshold, he had a t-shirt and boxers on and I could see what lay beneath the fabric. We made small talk and sat on the sofa, he arm went around my neck pulling me in towards him as he kissed me tenderly on the mouth. I placed my hand under his t-shirt and stroked his chest, his mouth opened forcing mine to open in unison as his tongue sought mine. We kissed for several minutes then his hand began pushing my head down towards his crotch, my face buried I could feel the stirring to life of his cock. I moved his boxers down to reveal a beautifully formed long thick cock and ample balls, I took the cock in my mouth and began teasing the foreskin as he moaned, leaning his head back against the sofa. Slowly taking more of his shaft into my mouth, I made it a point to apply enough pressure to pull the foreskin back revealing the head. My tongue and lips caressed, licked and sucked gently at the steadily hardening shaft. Pulling himself and me to our feet, he took my head into his massive hands, kissed, and guided me towards the bedroom. His body and power was overwhelming as he stripped me naked and pushed me on to the bed. In no time he removed what clothes he had on and was laying next to me. His face was over mine as he kissed me deeper and with more urgency. I felt my legs wriggling with arousal, my toes curled, and my cock was at boiling point. Through his seemingly endless kisses, my mouth was beginning to fill with his saliva as his free hand was playing with my ass making circling motions around my hole. I let out sigh after sigh at the intense pleasure I was feeling. Slowly he knelt up and flipped me on to my stomach then pulled me up on all fours. I felt him move around behind me. I hear a click and felt a cooling gel being liberally applied to my hole. I gasped and waited holding my breath. Slowly I felt the head of his cock nudging away at my hole very gently. A moan of delight escaped my lips as I felt my ass opening as he pushed his cock in my ass. There was certainly pain, but there was also excitement and comfort from the sensation of his beautiful cock head being buried in my ass. His hands clasped like vices around my hips as he began the long journey of pushing his shaft in, all the way to his balls. It seemed to take an age and every inch caused my head to snap back and moan, my legs shuddered with every stroke that filled my ass. It was beginning to feel uncomfortable, he wriggled his hips and gave one last push and I yelped in pain and felt his balls tapping at my ass. He stayed there for a moment and began slow deep thrusts hardly take his cock out but making sure I felt that he was fully inside my body. He leaned over the top of me and placed his arms either side of mine, still balls deep in me he began to slowly grind his hips against my ass. The sensation was incredible. Involuntarily I shouted "Oh fuck!" Whispering in my ear, he reminded me "I'm gonna plough you and plant my poz seed deep inside, there is no going back now." Reality snapped back and I decided this was not such a good thing. As I opened my mouth to speak his left arm disappeared from view as I felt it tighten around my waist locking me in to position. He laughed as he sensed I had second thoughts and said "A little security to make sure you don't try to slide off when I start planting my seed." His thrusts began to get harder and faster, my moaning and gasping aroused him even more. My body was immobilised and I knew I would not be escaping this. I began to relax and started enjoying the fucking my ass was getting, urging him to go harder. Suddenly he grunted, his hips locked up tight against me. His cock gave an almighty pulse as I felt the warm liquid shoot in to my ass "Fuck" I screamed, another pulse of liquid planting deep inside me. I was in heaven as he continued releasing seed and planting it deep. As he relaxed he collapsed on top of me pinning my body on the bed, I pulled my ass cheeks wider and he gladly obliged and pushed his cock in even further. His cock still buried inside he rolled me on to my side with the arm that had held me in position, pulling me close up to him, his other arm went across my chest. It was obvious I was not going anywhere soon, so I relaxed and fell asleep. We woke in the morning still in the same position and I felt his cock was still where he left it. He kissed me on the neck as he slowly extracted his cock from my ass. I was still in a little shock at how much of a slut I had been. Still, I rose and dressed as I need to head home, shower and get to work. As he opened the door he commented "We will be doing this again."

I luv dressing like a stupid worthless piggie and going to glory holes. I luv having no control over who sticks his meat in my mouth or ass and taking every load. Most often I get to drink piss and suck and lick hot asses too.

Visiting soon. Sick cunt. Wikr ecossesleazy bbrt cheekycunt75 fabguys neil75uk cant wait gonna have breeding fun

I'm a bartender so I work nights but I can host weekdays during the day at my place in Santa Clarita, CA. Unfortunately, the main disadvantage of being a bartender is that I'm free when everyone else is working and vice versa. I have however, thanks to a DoubleList Ad, found a fuck buddy who is able to come over and fuck me a couple of times a week. Like myself, he is married and states that condoms are a must. He's handsome, well built and well hung so even with a condom on he's a great fuck and I always cum at least a couple of times when he fucks me. He's got great stamina and loves to fuck so he's my kinda guy. But this last week, things seemed to change. He came over on Monday morning and asked that I wait for him face down, ass up but not lubed because he wanted to eat my ass. I love getting rimmed and so I waited for him on all fours. Sure enough, he came in, started caressing my ass and began to rim me like only he can. As he ate my ass, I could hear the crackling of the condom wrapper and looked back to see his shoulders moving, indicating that he was putting the condom on. "There's lube on the nightstand" I offered. "Ok" he responded, but resumed rimming me. He got up and I immediately felt his huge mushroom head pushing against my tight hole. I knew that there wasn't enough lube on my ass and the pressure hurt. I was about to complain when 2 things happened simultaneously; his cock head pushed past my hole's resistance and I felt the sharp snap of the condom breaking from the lack of lubrication and the tightness of my ass. He froze when the condom snapped but didn't say a word. I didn't want to call attention to the rubber because I've been wanting to feel his bare cock for a while now. Instead I said, "Thanks for giving me a moment to adjust, you forget how big you are ha ha." "Oh yeah, no worries. Are you ok with this?" He asked. And in agreement, I said, "Oh yeah, definitely, but please go easy, your cock can do some damage ha ha". He kissed the back of my neck and slid more of his cock in me. Once he was balls deep in my ass, he pulled all the way out and drizzled lube on his cock. I wish he'd done that before but I think that, all along, his plan had been to cause the condom to break. Soon, we were both in a comfortable rhythm and his thick 8" hole wrecker was pounding my prostate and getting me close to orgasm. By this time, I could clearly feel the ragged ends of the split condom which was now a sort of cock ring rolled at the base of his cock. His thick bare shaft felt amazing and I was loving every stroke. I told him that I was getting close and he said that so was he. A few more strokes and I couldn't hold back and I started cumming really hard and my ass tightened on his cock and essentially milked the cum out of him. I could feel volleys of hot cum spraying against my inner walls and I knew that his unprotected cock had just shot his cum straight into me. He collapsed on my back and just held me for a few minutes while his cock plugged me and eventually deflated and slipped out. He jumped up, ran to the bathroom and flushed the condom. I could tell that we were not going to discuss the fact that he had just stealth bred me. I was tempted to shove a couple of fingers in my ass and dig out his cum and show him but I knew that could potentially ruin a good thing so I just smiled as he got dressed in front of me. His chiseled torso shining with a light cover of sweat and his thick cock hanging down with a bead of post-cum on the top made me kneel before him and suck his cock head in and savored my ass juices and his cum commingled on his cock. He placed his hand on my cheek and caressed me as I looked up at him and he smiled down at me. "Thanks, I really needed that. Can we do that again on Wednesday?" He asked. "Of course," I replied enthusiastically, "you know you're welcome anytime you want to come over and use my ass to get off in." "Fuck yeah, I like knowing that that's my ass now. I'll see you Wednesday morning, wait for me on all fours but go ahead and lube up this time. I feel bad that I think I hurt you but I just needed to get in you. I'll treat your ass better next time, I promise." I walked him to the door, he squeezed my ass and said, "This ass is mine now, but I'll treat it really good." After he'd left, I shoved a couple of fingers in my ass and sure enough, there was a huge load of cum inside me. I won't say a word, but I'm definitely letting him stealth me from now on ha ha.

The most perfect ass I ever fucked he was 32 and had just done 60 days for shoplifting some sneakers. I assumed that ass kept him in cigarettes in jail.

Life goals right there. 💓

I’ll be there....traveling alone and have a hotel in the Quarter. Happy to host. Cum pig here and love quickies. OINK.

I will,be there and hosting

Just getting home from a fun filled night out. Started at the local ABS, in the archade. Spent the time there mostly at the glory hole. Ate 4 loads and found a used condom. Got a couple older guys, but 2 really hot guys in there 20s. After that I drove around town and hit up Grinder. Found 3 more guys to fuck me. Im filled and plugged and drunk of the cum!

No, i have not been fucked today ... You are the only one .... lol

When I was 14, "Yea I really am 18" And now that I am no meds POZ, "I'm neg and on PReP"

Damn I love when a top does this to me. You can call it whatever gets you hard and horny just make me your bitch and make me cum like one

Wife out of town for 3 nights. Trying to find hosting late night tops to breed me as much as possible. So far....no takers :-(

Atlas Grant and Jack Dixon. Yes, I find harry backed muscle bears crazy hot.

This is the next chapter to "Serendipity on the road". On our way 'back east' Jake swung by Denver and dropped off the chickens. Before picking up a load of pigs, he spent 24 hours just fucking me. Yes, a whole 24 hours of just fucking!! Sometimes I was face down, sometimes I was cowgirl on top, sometimes I was reverse cowgirl, and sometimes he took me on all 4's. To be honest, he wasn't always the person initiating but he did make it clear that we weren't doing anything else for 24 hours. No food. No water. After every couple rounds, I'd fall asleep in his arms with him running his fingers through my hair. Not that it mattered, once or twice I woke up to him fucking my ass. Not that I minded. Before we left Denver we hit the tattoo shop. He had, "Bitch #29" tattooed on my back right shoulder blade in calligraphy letters. We were a few days out of Denver. I was sitting naked in his passenger side seat eating those peanut butter crackers with a color orange not found in nature, looking out the window at the passing landscape when I started to get lightheaded and felt like I was somehow running a high fever and freezing at the same time. I laid back in my seat, my whole world starting to spin. "Jake, I don't feel so well. We might want to pull over." He looked at me for half a second then shook his head. "You're fine, bitch. You're just dehydrated." I put my hand on my forehead and I was burning up, so I poured a bottle of water over my head. "I think I have the flu." He reached over and felt my forehead. "No, you stupid cunt - you're HIV+ now. How the fuck did that happen?" I looked at him blankly. "I'm not doctor, I don't even play one on TV, but it could be because you came in my ass about a dozen times and slammed a vial of your blood into me." I like it when Jake smacks me on the back of the head. It's hot. "No, I mean - how the fuck did it happen so quickly?! I've turned dozens of bitches and I've never seen one this fast!" He asked getting his eyes back on the road. "As I said, you put a vial of poz blood into me, and about a dozen of your loads - that and it was my first time doing anal. If i had to add anything it would be that I really, REALLY wanted to get pozzed so maybe my immune system didn't fight it as hard. Or maybe I already had a cold and my immune system was worn down. Does it really matter?" I asked as I laid my seat back as much as I could. He chuckled. "No, I guess it doesn't. bitch." "I don't want meds, Jake." I said with a moment of clarity. He shook his head. "No one in our network uses them - it's part of being a member. If you need it, there's a case of water under your seat, and some over the counter stuff in the glove box, bitch." Since I've known Jake, he's never used the birth name I gave him at the truck stop. He made it clear that I was a new person now and wasn't allowed to have a name hence the tattoo. He also calls me 'Cunt', 'Whore', or 'Bimbo'. He's so romantic. In response, I chugged a bottle in just a few swallows. "I thought you didn't care about me, Jake." He shook his head. "Believe me, I don't. You're a fucking cum dump to me . I look at you the same way I look at the livestock I haul - but you're no good to me dead, bitch....and no good to anyone else either. You're the 29th bitch I've turned since I got involved in this life." I stared up at the ceiling of the truck, which was spinning. "How long do I have?" He kept his eyes on the road. "It depends. Without meds, some only make it a few years - others can make it past 10. Whatever happens, you're just a fucking AIDS infected cock whore to us." I nodded. "And that's what I wanted, Jake. It's why I didn't get out the first day I woke up. You were right about me...this isn't the life I chose but it's the life I want, and there's no going back." I say as I reach out and take his cock in my left hand, trying to get him hard. "Do you have a wife and kids back in Atlanta, Jake?" I said casually. He shifted in his seat slightly to give me a better angle. "Yes, I do." He was growing slightly in my hand. "Do they know you're in an underground 'whore snatching, infecting with HIV+, passing the bitch off to the next driver' network?" "Of course not, bitch." He said laughing. "Does it turn you on? Knowing that you've infected me...knowing that I'm a worthless cock whore? That I'll be passed around from trucker to trucker for the rest of my life - unless I'm sold overseas? To know that ALL of that turns me on?" He tried to keep his eyes on the road but he wasn't doing a good job. His cock was harder than it had been since I met him. I moved over into his lap, facing him, and slide his cock into me while kissing him on the lips. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. "I'm saying thank you, Jake. Thank you for giving me the life I wanted but didn't have the balls to take on my own. For keeping me naked, where I'll spend the rest of my life being passed around like a deck of playing cards to horny truckers that don't give a shit about me. For making me fuck meat. For giving me HIV." I looked out the drivers side window and into traffic. I young man and woman were passing us, I smiled at them as I bounced up and down on Jake's cock, unashamed of who and what I was. Happy for the first time in my life and not giving a damn who else knew it.

lol i sucked my first black cock in the school restroom during RECESS lol

I could definitely imagine letting a man like that fuck me when I was trying to avoid HIV. I would have convinced myself that I could just meet him, then I would tell myself that I'll just suck his cock. By the time he was ready to fuck me I'd be in full submissive mode and he wouldn't have had to hold me in place to plant his seed in me. I wouldn't have been anxious about taking a known poz load until the next day, and I'd swear I'd never see him or do anything like that again. But all he'd have to do is message me and I'd report for another seeding, my cunt clean and ready for him to try and knock me up. He could have a buddy there to share me with, and I'd be so submissive, I'd just let them do whatever they wanted to do.

Chasing the Bug 2.0 – My Cuckold Boyfriend and Caribbean Salvation Part 1 - Bahamian Fuck in the Boathouse and Part 2 – Raw AIDs Dick in St Thomas Let me start by telling you about Richard, my ex-partner (he liked ‘husband’ because he was the top, but whatever), who is white, in his early 40’s, handsome, Ivy League educated, and works for one of the most prestigious lobbyomg firms in Washington, DC. So, basically he was a tight ass, but I loved him, or did once, guess in the later years it became ‘care for with a dash of tolerance and two dashes of get the fuck off me.’ I met Richard on a phone chat line about 12 years ago. I was still working through my attraction to men, and at the time, Richard was my dream. He was successful, powerful, handsome, and on our first date he showed me his rare and priceless antique maps. I know, sounds corny, but I saw passion in his eyes and heard it in his voice when he spoke about those fucking maps – and after several dates and a few fucks after spending the evening in the hot tub – he looked at me with the same passion and spoke with the same intensity to me, and about me, so I was hooked. When we met, Richard and I were on pretty much the same page sexually. He was a good 10 years older than me, but we were very compatible. However, over the years I started to get bored. Sex with Richard was like a Georgetown housewife’s scripted recipe – kiss for 5 minutes, very little tongue, suck him for about 2 minutes (with condom on) while he rubbed my head, then me laying face down while he put on a new condom and fucked me for about 2 more minutes. Over and over and over this was our sex life and frankly I was bored as fuck. I tried suggesting ways to spice things up, but Richard would have none of it, until he came upon what he said was the perfect solution – he would watch me get fucked by some other guy while he watched because he enjoyed being a ‘cuckold’ husband. Basically a cuckold is someone who’s wife is unfaithful and they have no power and are forced to submit, watch, are powerless, or whatever. I guess being a high-powered lobbyist all day he wanted someone else in control, so I agreed, and about once a month he would set us up with a top who would come to our house, fuck me, and Richard would sit in the fucking Queen Anne winged back chair in the bedroom jacking his dick. One would think this would be interesting or even fun – NOT! Every single guy Richard set us up with was like him – about the same age, white, dick not too big or not too small (Richard was about 8 inches, average thickness), missionary fuck, and they always wore a condom. Richard and I got tested for HIV and everything else a few times a year and no matter how much I made the argument that I wanted to try having him inside me raw or at least suck him without a condom, it was always, “No, that is too dangerous.” So I was left with two conclusions – either he was a total fucking sleaze ball fucking tons of ass on the side or, since was such a tight ass, the more likely option was he was an uptight asshole who would always keep those barriers between us. So much for intimacy. No matter how much I wanted to make him understand, I could never tell him that feeling his raw cock slide into me and taking his cum was, for me, the ultimate intimacy I could imagine!!! I loved him, and his refusal was a rejection of that love – and of me – and so, overtime, I fantasized more and more about being fucked raw. Not just raw, I wanted us to be linked and so there was no excuse, every time we got tested I prayed and wished that by some miracle we both were POZ. If we were, we would not need a condom, we could be together, I could feel him deep in me breeding me with his cum. About two years ago I was laid off from my job with a business management firm. The recession had hit us hard, government spending was done and in DC that is the milk that flows from the Mother tit, so I became a true ‘housewife’, spending my days making it a happy home for Richard. Yet, no matter what I did, Richard’s idea of sex never changed, and so, I found other outlets. I first came across Machofucker.com about a month after I was laid off. Holy fuck! I had never seen anything like that. Richard thought porn was ‘dirty’ – meaning low class – so we did not own any. I was hooked. Not only did these guys fuck with abandon and enjoyment, and loudly – they fucked raw and you could see their cum!!! Oh my God I could not believe it. Thankfully they had free previews, which I downloaded to a DVD that I hid in the basement under a box of old paint cans, so I could dig it out and watch it when Richard was not home and he would be none the wiser. Well, one day I forgot to remove the DVD from the computer after I had jacked off about four times and uploaded their newest free preview. When Richard came home and logged on to watch BBC News online, the DVD spun up and on the screen came this big black dick fucking a white ass raw, and rough. Richard was aghast, said he was disgusted and wanted to puke, I tried to apologize but my dick was hard and tenting my pants, so he was even more ‘disappointed’ and said he did not know who I was anymore. I asked him again – no I begged – can we please just try something like that? Richard swore, which was extreme for him, got into his Mercedes, and left the house. I hid my DVD, Richard came home later like nothing had happened, and so every day I fantasized more and more about how to get out of this sex hell hole I was in. I became more and more depressed – no job, no sex that I liked, Richard not caring about my needs, I just wanted out, and began trolling websites more and more. As I explored my bareback/raw fucking fantasies I came across a couple blogs of guys who were POZ and who talked about not only fucking raw, but of chasing the bug, stealth pozzing other guys, sharing their virus and more. I could not believe it. I was sort of disgusted at first, but the more I read, the more I realized how free, how connected, how much these guys were living life how they wanted when I was doing the exact opposite. I now knew what I wanted – I wanted a man to POZ me – I wanted to chase the bug – and get it – then I would be free. I became obsessed and so wanted to try some of the things I read about like going to a bookstore, or bathhouse, but I was afraid. Afraid of Richard finding out, afraid of what would happen if I did catch the bug, afraid of seeing someone I recognized or knew, and more. Richard knew I was not happy, so he actually surprised me one day by coming home with a big envelope, which when I opened it, had two airline tickets to Orlando and an itinerary for a 7-day cruise to the Caribbean out of Port Canaveral. I had never been on a cruise, frankly Richard never took vacations so the best I got was a weekend in Atlantic City once every two years, which would end up a disaster as Richard always lost all his money and he would be depressed for days afterwards. I was excited, at least I would get out of the fucking house and who knows, may have fun, even with Richard. More importantly, I saw this as my chance – my chance to explore what I needed – my need to get POZZED – my need to be converted – my need to chase the bug. Somehow thinking about doing this away from DC made it easier, and made it more OK. As the weeks flew by before the cruise, I visited a number of chat sites where people talked about bareback sex. I was too nervous to really speak to anyone, but did exchange emails with a few guys, including one guy on St. Thomas, one of the Caribbean islands where our cruise ship would stop. This guy’s name was James, he was about Richard’s age, had grown up in Miami, but his family was from St. Thomas and after he finished college he had gone back to St. Thomas, began a few businesses, and seemed like a nice guy. He was very friendly, our chats were never sexually explicit, and I never felt like I was cheating on Richard. He told me to keep in touch and that if it looked like I might have time, to email him from the ship and he would give me an address of this little bar he owned where we could meet up when in St. Thomas. I assumed he was into bareback sex from the site he was on – bareback.com – and he was a top, black, well hung, drank, smoked, and all the other things Richard was not. I jerked off so many times fantasizing about ‘James’ – even though I had not even seen a face picture – just only knew him from his short profile and our emails. It was finally time to go on the cruise and I could not wait. I was so tired of Richard and his controlling ways, I just wanted to relax and get out of the house. I was also tired of feeling worthless. I still had not been able to find a job and hated feeling indebted to him. What sort of partner was I? We caught our flight to Orlando, spent a day at Sea World, took a car to Port Canaveral/Cocoa Beach, spent a day there, and then boarded the cruise ship on a Sunday morning. The ship was huge – over three football fields long, and was a wonder. There were pools, restaurants, shopping, live shows, and more. A few guys flirted with me, including our stateroom attendant, but Richard was always by my side, so what little action I had was a quick jack off when I excused myself from the dinner table. Richard got seasick, so we had no sex at all, which I did not miss frankly. Having him on top of me was becoming something I dreaded – and hated. Tuesday morning, the ship anchored just offshore of a small island in the Bahamas. The island was owned by the cruise line but was packed with little shops, nice beaches, and lots of activities. One of those activities was parasailing. I had never been parasailing and begged and begged and begged Richard to go with me. Of course I imagined it would be like America’s Funniest Home Videos where you see someone being dragged down the beach and hitting the water face first while their swim trunks come off – but we could see them as the small boats took us from the ship to shore. They were launching off the back of small motorboats and it looked like so much fun! Once we landed on the island I ‘wandered’ over to where the map said the parasailing booth was. Richard followed, relented, and soon we were in a boat with six other cruisers. As we sped off and got settled I looked closer at the guys running the boat. There were three of them, all handsome, black, and I could not keep my eyes off one guy in particular who was sitting on the edge of the back of the boat with his legs spread and a huge bulge in his pants. He had on an orange t-shirt, khaki shorts, white sneakers, and reflective sunglasses, so I could not see where he was looking, but his dick was due south, moist, and formed a tasty looking outline. Richard noticed my focused gaze and said, “So what? You into black men now is that it? Jesus Christ, I bring you on an amazing vacation and all you can do is ogle the local working class?” I told Richard to lower his voice and said, “Yes, actually, I was looking, and thinking of you actually. Knowing how much you enjoy being a cuckold for another, who better to be powerless against than a big black man in a foreign country? What could you do? Nothing! You would be helpless, he is like nothing we have ever seen, right?” Richard’s mouth worked silently, almost like he was chewing on his words – or cow with cud – before he spoke. “Yes, true, I don’t know, but he is black!” “Yes Richard,” I said trying not to let my exasperation show, “But we are not home, no one will ever know will they. Just think, this is a chance of a life time and no one will ever know.” Richard did not say anything more, so I returned to watching the three guys running the boat hook people up, ease out the parasailing lines, and waited our turn. When it was our turn the guy I had been watching helped me first into my harness. I swear he rubbed my ass and poked his finger towards my hole when he did, and I actually moaned a little, or it was just wishful thinking and the hot sun. Richard did not notice but I hoped the guy did. Parasailing was amazing!!! We lifted off the boat in one smooth motion and lifted to about 400 feet. Wow!! Too soon our time aloft ended, we watched the rest of the cruisers do their turn and we headed back to shore. Once we docked, we got off the boat and Richard said he forgot to tip the guys, so I walked up to the shed where we had signed up. I was not paying attention, but a few minutes later Richard tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Come on,” and I turned to follow. When I did I noticed the guy from the boat that I had been watching. He was in front of us and Richard was following him. What was going on? We walked along the edge of the island to a large boathouse about 100 feet away. It was dark, and about 110 degrees inside. The guy closed the door behind us and led us towards the back where he and Richard stopped near a pile of parasails that were stacked like hay bails. “Man, what’s up?” the parasail guy asked. Richard said, “Like I told you, I have money, I want you to have sex with my husband here and I want to watch.” The guy laughed, “Yeah you said that, OK, $500.” I stood there in amazement thinking there was no way this was happening. Richard would never! Richard pulled out his wallet, counted out $500, handed it to the guy, and then pushed me towards him. I was still a bit dazed figuring out what was going on, but the Bahamian guy was not. He took the money, tucked it in his pocket, pulled his shorts down and off over his sneakers, and started undoing my shorts. Fuck yeah! I went with it, dropped my backpack, took my baseball cap off, and knelt in front of him to suck on his dick. His dick was over 9 inches, milk chocolate black, and hairy like crazy. Huge growth of hair from his balls, down his dick shaft, so unlike what I was used to as Richard kept himself clipped. I sucked his dick down anyways, which tasted of sweat and funk. Amazing! I sucked him for a while, he then helped me stand up, scooted me over to the pile of folded up parasails, and bent me over and spit on his dick and rubbed the spit up and down his hairy shaft with his hand. “Umm, excuse me, please, excuse me,” I heard Richard say, ”Um yes, stop right there please, um, do you have condoms?” The Bahamian guy laughed a little, said “Oh yes, of course,” he said, “My bag is up there by the front door, to the left on the bench, Nike bag, do you mind grabbing them for us?” Richard nodded and turned and walked away. The Bahamian guy bent over me and whispered, “Do YOU want me to wear a condom? I don’t like them.” “Um, I, shit – no, I don’t, I want you to just fuck me,” I said. This was my chance and Richard be damned. The Bahamian guy laughed, spit on his dick a few times, bent me back over, and worked his dick slowly into my hole. The sweat running down my back, mixed with his spit, made my hole nice and moist. I was being fucked RAW!!! It hurt like hell as he fucked me and I went forward into the parasails, but it felt unbelievable. This was how sex was supposed to be, skin to skin and raw. I heard Richard exclaim, “Stop that!” as his voice pitched high like a woman. The Bahamian guy laughed again and said, “Shut up man – he wants it – don’t you? Don’t you?” I whimpered and said, “Yes,” in barely a whisper, but that was all he needed to hear. He fucked me raw, rough, and hard and in the midst of my ecstasy I could hear Richard off to the side whimpering as well – but it was the whimper of a cuckold who had met his match and was in over his head. My ass was hurting so bad, but I found that jacking my dick helped ease the pain. I had never had to do that with Richard, so my body was flooded with new and exciting sensations and my mind was screaming FUCK ME RAW – FUCK ME RAW – POZ ME POZ ME. I did not know if he had HIV or AIDs, but I was hoping and what guys fuck raw when they don’t? I was soon rewarded with a hot thick load of Bahamian cum. The guy grabbed my shoulders, tensed, and slammed me deeper as he shot. I thought I could feel it, but had never had that sensation before so was not sure, but his yelling, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” convinced me. When he was done he pulled out of my ass, pulled on his shorts and left the boat shed sort of chuckling. Richard was sitting on a crate looking dazed. I pulled up my shorts and said, “Come on, let’s go,” and we walked out. Richard was quiet, too quiet, and after an hour at the beach and a light lunch he said, “I want to go back to the ship.” I asked to stop in the bathroom first and when I did I let out the Bahamian cum into the cup of my hand. I could not believe I had another man’s cum – tinged with my blood – in my hand. It was thick, white with red, and before I knew it I tipped my hand and slurped the load and juices like the finest raw oyster. It was like nectar from the gods. Back on the ship Richard did not say two words to me. He sulked, pouted, and acted like a fucking child. Even at the formal dinner he just focused on his food and not me. Fine, whatever. As we got ready for bed, Richard finally asked, “How could you? How could you let him?” “How could I let him what?” I asked. “Have sex with you like that? That is just just just WRONG. It was not right – it was dirty and wrong and I did not want him to do that!” Richard said sounding like a hysterical woman again. “Well,” I said, and feeling a little courageous thanks to all the wine from dinner, “That was called fucking! That’s what men do! Real men – not cuckold pussies like you so you would know nothing about it. Good NIGHT!” With that I grabbed a blanket and lay on the floor and went to sleep. PART 2 – RAW POZ DICK IN ST THOMAS “That was disgusting!” Richard’s words kept echoing in my mind over and over after he had watched me get fucked raw by the guy in the Bahamas. Not for me it wasn’t. Being barebacked in that boathouse was the hottest sex I had ever had and then tasting the cum that came out of my ass – damn! Made me hard every time I thought about it. The next day was a day-at-sea as we traveled to St. Thomas. I was so angry with Richard, I went to the internet café on the 8th deck, signed onto bareback.com, and emailed James to tell him I wanted to come see him in St Thomas. James was online as he replied instantly and asked me what I wanted in St. Thomas and I typed, “Right now, more than anything, I want to be taken away, away from Richard and from this whole fucked up life.” I then told him what happened in the Bahamas and since he was on a bareback site asked what he thought. James replied, “You were blessed to have a man share himself with you in that way. Very blessed. Did you enjoy it? Did you want it? Do you want it again? Was that your first time taking it raw? You POZ?” When I answered yes to all of the above, and negative, James said, “That is all I need to know. Here is the address to my place. I think you NEED to come see me. When you leave the ship, go see the SkyRide tram. When you are done, there is a place to catch the taxi’s right there, ask for Andre, he knows me, he will take care of you, and you cannot miss him, he always wears a t-shirt with his name on it ‘Andre’s Taxi.’ I’ll tell him to expect you about 10:00.” The rest of the day I kept repeating James’ email over and over in my head and did my best to avoid Richard. By dinner, he felt like talking and apologizing, but for me it was too little too late. I read up on the excursions available in St. Thomas for tomorrow, left a list on the bed for Richard, and went to sleep on the floor again. The next day we docked in Charlotte Amalie, St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands, early and by 9:00 a.m. the gangway was down and everyone was disembarking the ship to see the sights. The first item on our list was the little SkyRide tram that went up to the top of the hill and was within walking distance from the ship. Richard and I still were not speaking much, but the SkyRide was pretty cool and the view was amazing. When we came down I walked into the parking lot near the ticket booth where there were several rundown taxi-buses, all of the open side variety seen in the Caribbean. I approached a driver who was about 30, had long dreadlocks, a green t-shirt, bare feet, jeans, beard, and a nice smile. “Andre? Yes, I could tell from your shirt, I…Um…Do you know where this place is?” I asked. Richard was still looking at postcards by the ticket counter. The driver smiled at me, nodded at Richard, “So, you goin here for him?” he asked. “No,” I said, “For me – I hope.” Andre laughed a hearty laugh and said, “Oh yes, yes, for you, very good, very good, Jimmy’s will love you and you will love Jimmy’s and James told me I may have a special pick up this morning, so I see, hmmm. I can get you there – 171 Altona is not far and good price – say $20?” I agreed and when Richard joined us and I told him we were going to go to a local place to grab a drink. He looked at me in his typical condescending manner, preparing to lecture me that it was pretty early to start drinking, but I was in no mood to hear him this morning, and walked away, following Andre. Richard could stay or go. I didn’t care. We hopped in Andre’s taxi-bus, and with the opened sides, you had to hang on so you did not feel like you would fall out. They drive on the left ‘wrong side’ of the street in St. Thomas, which I found very disconcerting. Richard did not say a word until we pulled up in front of 171 Altona, a long row of two and three story tan, plastered buildings that looked like warehouses. You could see a set of wooden stairs, covered mostly with vines, clinging to the backside leading up to the second floor with a couple doors for what looked like offices or apartments. The driver pulled around the block and turned into the parking lot in front. There were several trucks backed up to loading docks on one side, a couple guys unloading crates, and two old, beat up cars. Andre parked and pointed to a door in the corner that had JIMMYS painted in gold letters on it. “Here ya are now, enjoy and I am sure I will see you again. Here is my card – call me when you need a ride,” and then the taxi left. Richard was full of questions, “What is this place? What are we doing here?” I told him I had read about it online, everyone said Jimmys was the place to go to get local flavor and to find the best Cruzan Rum drinks. We stepped through the door, walked down a hallway that had doors leading into what looked like storage rooms or loading docks, and then stepped into a fairly large room that had several tables of various sizes and shapes, thick smoke (pot, cigarettes, and more), a small bar over in the corner, and two big guys sitting on each side of the door in tiny little gray folding chairs that sagged under their weight. They both stood up as we entered and barred our way. After my eyes adjusted I could see almost all the tables had one or more people at them even though it was not even 10:30 a.m., and as I looked at them, they looked at me. I saw a few smiles, a few blank stares, but nothing hateful. The place smelled of beer, liquor, and piss and sweat, and the ceiling fans did nothing to dissipate the heat or the smoke as they lazily spun. Richard grabbed my arm, but I pulled away, stepped to the big guy on the left of the door and said, “Hi, umm… is James here?” He was well over 6”5, 250 for sure, and just looked down at me and did not say a word. I said again, “Is James here? He is um…. I told him I would…” Just then a gentleman’s voice rose from a doorway behind the bar, “Boys, boys, let my friends in heh? What sort of host can I be if you stop everyone like a rat trying to steel cheese. Heh? Come now, come, hello, I am James and welcome to Jimmys.” James’ picture online had just shown his chest – broad, firm, dark, with a nice matt of curly hair. He was a nice looking man I thought, not classically handsome I guess, but handsome to me. So masculine, dreads to his shoulders that were colored a dark tan and pulled back behind his head, a couple earrings in both ears, broad straight nose, a killer smile, a chin beard, and when he shook my hand my knees buckled and I felt week. He was taller than me, average build, and with his shirt unbuttoned the first few buttons so I could see some chest hair and wanted to just lick it! He had on shorts, was barefoot, and had huge feet! I immediately noticed the second toe was longer than the big toe – he had fucking big dawg feet! “Welcome welcome. Now I see you made it from that wonderful ship, so please, sit, enjoy yourself, what can we get you?” Richard looked at me and asked, “Do you know this man?” I just ignored him, followed James to a table near the back, dropped my backpack, and took a seat. Low level conversation began again and as I looked around I noticed everyone was male, most were in their 30’s to 40’s I guess, with a couple guys who looked like early 20s or late teens. James came back to the table with three large glasses filled with what he said were the best Cruzan Rum drinks on the island. I took a big sip – HOLY SHIT! That was strong. Richard took a small sip and gasped. I laughed out loud, took a big sip, and felt the rum warm me up, relax me, and make me smile. James laughed and said, “Good yeah?” James sat down beside me on one side of the rectangular table, dropped a pack of cigarettes down, pulled out a lighter, lit up and took several big drags blowing the smoke towards Richard. Richard glared, but James ignored him and began to chat with us asking about where we were from, what brought us to St. Thomas, how we met, and more. I was afraid he would say something about us emailing online, but he didn’t, and just kept flashing that amazing smile and I loved his laugh. So friendly, warm, natural, and so unlike Richard who sounded like he was auditioning for a commercial. I sucked the first drink down pretty quickly and my head started to spin. James cautioned, “Easy man now, take it slow, these are not something for the weak of heart. Take your time. You are in no rush, no?” He offered to bring us some food and disappeared into the back. He returned with some cold sandwiches of some kind of meat on white bread and chips. “We do not cook here, too hot, but we have a few sandwiches and little things.” James also brought another round of drinks. I started to ask James questions about him and his place as Richard pushed his chair back against the wall, sulked, and drank his rum. James told me how he started Jimmy’s several years earlier. It was a way to use the back part of his warehouses, and to give him and his friends and their friends a quiet place to hang out and relax and have fun where no one cared, or would mind, especially their wives. “Your what?” I asked. “Our wives,” James said and chuckled, “In St. Thomas we are all married, (and in a lower voice continued) but do not worry, that does not stop me for fucking a nice ass as much as I can.” James put his hand on my leg and squeezed, I looked at Richard who was lost in space and paying no attention. We continued to chat like that, with James’ hand resting on my thigh – not moving or pressing, just resting there and my dick got hard and I was starting to sweat from the heat, rum, and desire. Richard got up, stumbled a little down the hall once he asked where the bathroom was, so James and I were left alone at the table. James squeezed my thigh, leaned in towards me and said in a low, seductive voice, “I think you need a good fuck – a real man fuck – a fuck from a true breeder. I think you have been focused on nothing but wanting to feel my dick in your negative ass nice and raw since you walked in here with him.” I just sat there staring into James’ face, his eyes were so intense, yet warm, his smile was the hottest smile I had ever seen, and fuck yeah, he was handsome. We both turned as Richard stepped out of the bathroom and began walking back down the hall towards us, as James finished by saying, “And I think I am going to breed and seed that ass deep with my Caribbean AIDS cum.” I was blushing hard as Richard sat back down and my dick was really straining in my shorts now. I lifted my rum drink and took several big gulps to try to get my focus off what James had just told me. James stood up, picked up his cigarettes, lit a fresh one, then turned to me and said, “I would like you to see my place, come with me, and we will let your friend here finish his rum.” Richard just looked up while he sipped his drink and then turned his head away as I followed James down the hall. I saw a couple bathrooms with no doors on them, a couple rooms with closed doors, one room where the door was open that looked like a storeroom and I could see a young guy bent over some boxes as one of the older guys was fucking him. I stopped, stared, and James said, “Jimmy’s is a place to have fun, like I said, as long as they do not break my bottles, or fight, and the boys stop any of that, I encourage them to have fun and be freaks if they want. Unlike the mainland, there are not many places in St. Thomas where guys like me can have fun without worrying about the cops or family or someone bothering us. Like me, almost every one of the guys here has AIDS – and more – and those that don’t, like YOU, soon will.” I followed Jimmy through one of the warehouses as he explained what some of his other business was, through a small courtyard, and then up the wooden stairs we had seen earlier that ran to the walkway that extended down the backside of most of the second floor of the building. He opened the first door he came too and there was a desk, a wooden chair, a big fan, and a curtain of old tattered cloth that led into a small room with a bed. Jimmy turned around, grabbed me by shoulders and kissed me hard. I was shocked, surprised, and totally gave in as his tongue forced its way into my mouth. I slumped against him as he pulled me to his chest and kept kissing me. My knees really were week now as James’ hands ran up and down my back and his hot breath and spit filled my mouth. “What do you want?” James asked. “Uhh, I, Uhh, I should get back to Richard, ha, I ha, oh please.” I mumbled. “Please what? Please stop? No, I don’t think so. You came looking for me. You came to St. Thomas thinking about me didn’t you? Yes, I can see it in your eyes and I can see you need what I can give you. Now taste what you have been waiting for.” James then sat on the edge of the creaking old bed, slid his shorts down and laid back. His dick sprang up – a good 10, 10 1/2 inches, thick, uncut with a long hood of foreskin, dark and juicy. I could only stare, as he was definitely bigger than the guy in the Bahamas. Beyond my furtive visits to websites, and the quick suck of the parasailing guy, I had not seen a black dick like this before. I knelt on the rough floorboards, leaned against the creaking bed, and slowly put my hand around James’ dick. He moaned, put his hands behind his head and asked with a knowing smirk, “Now what do you want?” I just mumbled, opened my mouth, and nibbled on his foreskin. Fuck! The smell of his dick was the most amazing thing, and the taste was beyond description. His balls were large, heavy, and stuck slightly to each thigh. I weighed them between my fingers, licked them over with my tongue, catching the hair in my teeth, twisting it in my mouth, having his musk wash over me. I then licked his shaft, end-to-end, side-to-side, and when I rolled his foreskin back was rewarded with a thick coating of precum. I had never knowingly licked HIV infected cum before (don’t know about the guy in the Bahamas), I so wanted to taste him, but was afraid of what Richard would say. Feeling my hesitancy James gently put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face toward his dick. The smell from his dick head made me spin and when I finally flicked my tongue out to taste his precum I lost my breath. Oh My God! That tasted so sweet, salty, sweaty, and like a man. I did not care if he was POZ and had AIDs. I knew I wanted his cum. I opened my mouth wide and began to suck him. He was a good bit bigger than Richard, so I had to find my way and through trial and error figured out how to work his dick deep into my throat. James liked it and I was moaning and begging with every swallow. I was lost in what I was doing when James started to stand up. I leaned back, James stood, pulled me up, looked into my eyes, and asked, “What do you want?” I found myself saying what I had typed in my email from the ship, “Right now, more than anything, I want to be taken away, away from Richard and from my whole fucked up life.” “Is that all you want?” James asked as he took my hand and put it on his dick. “NO,” I SAID, “I WANT YOU, I WANT ALL OF YOU, I WANT ALL YOU’VE GOT, I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME, PLEASE WITH YOUR AIDS DICK!” James smiled, “You will get it all then.” He then pushed me onto the bed, “Get on your hands and knees.” It was sort of hard as the old creaky bed had a big indentation in the center, so I was not really even, but it pushed my ass up. James then said, “Reach around, spread that hole.” So I put my face down into the bed, took both hands, reached around, and spread my cheeks apart. James’ chin beard began digging into my sides as his tongue worked into my hole. Richard never ate my ass and while part of me was disgusted, part of me loved it and I begged for more. “Get on the floor,” James said. I was concerned about splinters because the floor was rough, unfinished, but he laid me on my back, tilted my hips up, scooted forward so my legs were held aloft by his arms, which he planted up by my shoulders. As he pressed forward and his face leaned down closer to mine, I could feel his dick working up my crack to my hole. James paused, looked me in the eyes and said, “I think this is the reason you came looking for me. For this moment, now tell me again, what do you need?” My breath caught in chest, my heart was racing, I tensed but I said, “I need you to fuck me, fuck me raw please. I want to be free.” James leaned back, reached under the bed, grabbed a can of something, sprayed a dirty piece of cloth off the floor and pushed it into my mouth and said, “Inhale through your mouth, deep breaths, just like that, heh, OK, wait, little more, now do it again.” Whatever was on the cloth mixed with the rum got my head good and spinning. I closed my eyes, opened them and saw James as he leaned back over me, lifted my legs back again, and then he smiled. The heat coming off of him was like a solar flare. My body relaxed and when I did he punched his dick into my ass. I grabbed his upper arms and dug my fingernails into him as I screamed as loud as I could and my whole body went board stiff. I couldn’t help it, and I screamed again and James just smiled, “It’s OK, its ok, let it out, I know it hurts, I know, but you need to let me in your ass. Relax, I know it hurts, but breathe and push, yes you can, push a little, that’s OK, scream again, no one can hear you so just let it out. Notice how my dick gets harder every time you scream? Makes me know you feel it. That’s it, let me in. I am going to breed you with my AIDs cum because I know that’s what you need.” I clung to James’ biceps for dear life while he slowly worked his dick in and out of my ass. He pulled almost all the way out, then with steady pressure pushed it in as far as it would go. He did this for a while, shifted forward a bit for better leverage as I felt the boards of the floor scratching up my ass. The next time he shifted, he then slowly pulled his dick all the way out. Just as I relaxed James slammed his dick into my ass again. The scream this time was primal, one of pain, and need. In that moment when he had pulled out I felt relief, but also emptiness, not just physical, but an emptiness in my being, so when he slammed it back in there was joy in that scream too. I was used to Richard who just fucked at a steady rhythm like a bad watch and cummed within a couple minutes. Not James. He would fuck slow, then pick up the pace, then fuck slow again, and soon his face and head and body was covered in hot beads of sweat from his fuck workout that dripped into my face. James smiled again and kept working my ass and leaned forward even more so he could kiss me. His tongue was long and hard, unlike Richard’s, which I always thought was sort of soft and squishy. He worked his tongue into every corner of my mouth while his hips and dick continued to beat my ass. James pulled back a little and smiled again and I said, “Please, do that again.” He said in a soft whisper, “What? What do you need? What do you need again?” My whole body was on fire now and blurted out, “I WANT YOU TO PUNCH FUCK ME AGAIN, PLEASE, I NEED THAT, AND I NEED YOUR CUM, PLEASE YOU – ALL OF YOU – ALL OF YOU, I NEED YOUR AIDS CUM!!! PLEASE!!!” James smiled, focused on my eyes and watched my reaction as he pulled his dick all the way out in one swift move, let it twitch around the end of my now gaping hole, then slammed it back in to make me scream. “Yes, yes, please make me scream, please, make me scream.” “Is that what you want?” James asked, “You want to scream? You want to bleed for me and open up?” “Yes please, take my ass, take it, make it bleed for you,” I said eagerly. James chuckled like an a villain in a movie, “You are already bleeding for me I can guarantee it – and that’s the way it should be. Just like fucking my wife on her period but her pussy has not been this tight ever! Now, I am going to breed you raw. Get ready, because I am going to let you have it ALL!” I was a raw virgin no more as my BBC top returned to slam fucking my ass. I screamed, yelped, whimpered, and begged for more and soon moved my hands down onto his hips to pull him into me every time he shoved his hard dick deeper. He was now pulling out on almost every thrust and slamming back in, knocking the breath out of me each time. “LET ME HEAR YOU NOW, LET ME HEAR YOUR SCREAM, THAT’S IT, GOT ME SO FUCKING HARD – OH FUCK YEAH – FUCK YEAH – TAKE ME – TAKE ME – TAKE MY AIDS!!! AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!” James gritted his teeth and shot his cum up my ass, thrust after thrust, pushing it deeper. As his thrusts relaxed, James kissed me hard and long again, pulled away a little, wiped my forehead with his right hand, looked in my eyes and said, “That was my first load of AIDs cum in your sweet hole, but it won’t be the last.” “Thank you James, you’re right, that’s what I wanted and is what I need.” I just closed my eyes and embraced the sweat, cum, and searing pain James left me. James got up and laughed as he said, “Damn, those boards are hard on the knees.” I got up and when I did noticed a blood/ass juice stain about the size of an orange on the wood floor where I had just been. I opened my mouth to say, not sure what, when James smiled and said, “Don’t worry about that. Given what I just did I am surprised there is not more, but you know what that means?” He pulled me close and said, “That blood there is proof, proof I have given you what you wanted and need, and proof that your ass is now infected with my AIDs ! We will leave that there as a reminder.” We got dressed and I asked James for a towel or something for my ass to wipe the cum and blood off. “No, your ‘man’ needs to learn,” James said with disdain in his voice. I was not sure what he meant, but would soon see. I followed James down the stairs, back through the warehouse and to the bar. When we got there the table where we left Richard was empty. I sat down and there were only a few guys left and they all looked my way. James went over to the door, spoke to the two big guys who had stopped us when we walked in, they looked at me, at him, the one on the right got up and slid the bolt on the door and sat back down. James came back and said, “Looks like he could not hold his liquor. They said he had a couple more drinks, and has been in the bathroom a while. Stand up, let me see how you are.” I stood up, James ran his hands up and down my legs, “You got some ass juice and blood running down your leg.” I started to apologize but he interrupted me and said, “Since you are all lubed up, I think we need to give you some more of what you need. Boys! Come over here.” I watched as the two big guys who were standing by the door came over. James said, “Look boys, I just opened him up nice and good, but he needs something more, so what do you say? Up for taking a test spin?” The three of them laughed and before they finished they were both undoing their pants. I was nervous as there were still people at some of the other tables, but as James cleared the glasses off the table one of the big guys bent me over, pulled my shorts down, and rammed his dick in me. I screamed out, James laughed and said, “That’s it boys, you know you got it right when he screams, now keep it up. I want to hear those screams loud!!!” The other big guy walked in front of me and put his dick in my mouth as I lay over the table being pummeled from the back. They were not quite as big as James, but big and thick, so I felt like I was the turkey at Thanksgiving. I wasn’t screaming anymore, just almost humming as I sucked one cock and milked the other with my ass. I then heard a shrieking voice, “What are you doing? Get off him! Get OFF! STOP THAT!!!!!” It was Richard. Oh damn. I tried to push up off the table, but the guy fucking me held me down, while the guy I was sucking pulled his dick out and walked to my left and behind me. Richard’s voice was more insistent and shrill. “GET OFF! STOP! GET OFF! GET….” James spoke up, “Look, I think it is time for you to leave. Yes, leave, we’re closing see. Private event and all. BOYS!” With that the guy fucking me pulled out fast, made me gasp, and when I turned around I saw Richard, wide-eyed, spit drooling from one side of his mouth, being held by the guy I had been sucking. He looked at me with disgust, hatred, confusion, fear, and no love – no love at all. “You see, we did as you asked, and we stopped, but I don’t think that’s what he wants, is it? What do you think? Shall we ask him?” James said, the disdain for Richards pathetic being dripped in his voice thick and heavy. Richard just shook his head as he looked at me with disgust. I turned around, laid back over the table with my bloody ass facing his way, as James laughed louder and heartier than I had heard him yet. As the boys began to escort Richard to the door, James came up behind me, pulled his dick out and slammed me again. At that angle and already being lubed up, he went balls deep. The last sounds Richard heard as they locked the door behind him was me screaming and begging James to fuck me raw, fuck me harder, and breed me again with his AIDs. That day began my life at Jimmy’s. I didn’t make it back to the ship and have not seen Richard since. I sleep to the rhythm of St. Thomas’ nights and I spend my days helping James out with his businesses, servicing his dick when and how he wants it, and making sure the guys at Jimmy’s always have a good time. Jimmy’s is a bug chaser’s paradise full of horned up men who like it raw, bloody, and AIDs filled, and when they are done with me and the other guys they go home to their happy wives. The warehouse has provided lots of stories and great places to fuck, store rooms, in the trucks, in the garage, and I even won a bet with Jimmy who said I could not get one of his ‘straight’ mechanics to fuck me. I even saw Andre the taxi-bus driver who dropped Richard and I off that first day, who was not surprised to see me there when he stopped a few days later and had to test out my ass for himself. All stories for another time. It has been over a year since I last saw Richard. He has tried calling and emailing James has said, but that was another lifetime ago, a life of being negative and chained – now I am POZ, free, and full of Caribbean AIDs-filled cum.

I had recently moved to Sacramento as a junior at sac state. I moved here after finishing up my two year stint at a community college in a small town in northern California while living with my parents. Being gay and living with my parents I only had the opportunity to play with a few men before moving to Sacramento. From a young age I always had an attraction to dominant older men. Looking back on it the craving no doubt developed from a few experiences I had at a much younger age. I moved into a studio in downtown Sac and I was free! For the first time I had privacy and could get online and find men whenever I wanted. I had been in sac for a few months and already had my fill of random hookups with men. Mostly older daddy types. There was one particular guy who caught my interest. We hooked up on several occasions. He was in his late 50s. I met him online and didn’t know much about him. I would walk a few blocks to his apt, give a knock and walk in, He was usually sitting there naked in the living room, stroking his 8 in cock watching some of the nastiest porn I had ever seen waiting for me. He was a scary character, He had a look in his eye that he was one sick mother fucker, he lived in a very seedy area of town, and his apartment always smelled of cigarettes and cum. This particular night he had offered to get me high. I loved smoking weed before having some fun with a complete stranger. Took the inhibitions away. But I was young and dumb I had no idea what this stuff was going to do to me. I walked in and he was stroking his dick as usual , I came in stripped down and started blowing him. I worshiped his cock while I watched him smoke the clear glass pipe in his hands, after a while he said it was my turn. I sat next to him on the couch as he helped me light my first hit. I relaxed as I watched the young guy on the television get fucked by three older men in what looked like a very poorly done possibly home made porno. But none the less it was very real, very sick, and very fun to watch. About three or four hits in and stroking my cock with the old man next to me I realized it had hit me. All I wanted was to swallow the guy being jacked next to me. I got on my knees like we had always done and continued to worship his cock. After what seemed like ages of drooling all over his cock he gave me another hit and asked me to get on the couch and take another hit while he ate my asshole. I remember blacking out to the feeling of him massaging my hole with his tongue. The next image I remember is opening my eyes and looking up at him as he was fucking my ass, I felt my hole literally throbbing for more, I struggled to slide my ass down a little so He could get his cock deeper inside me, I slipped in and out of consciousness as he fucked me for what must have been most of the night. When I woke up I was alone on the living room floor, I gathered my clothes , and stepped outside into daylight. As I walked the few blocks back to my apt the full weight of what I had done set in. About six months later as I looked for my usual weekend hookup and I saw him online, As I read his profile my heart sank when it read he was HIV+ as of only two months earlier. Sure enough I went in for my own test and I was Poz. I had fucked several men bare before that point but I know deep down in my heart that was the night I was lost forever.

I know that this guy is feeling very bad...but am I the only one who finds this totally hot?

My ass was working the plug as best as possible as he was preparing to leave the room. I wanted to be fucked more so bad and this was the end? As he got close to the door he grabbed a cell phone that was on the little table near it. He picked it up and appeared to dial a number. I listened as best as possible to the conversation...I could make out "he is a pig and likes to be fucked and is ready for more. Make sure I have a video to show him what he did tomorrow, since he is likely to forget parts." He put the phone down, came back over to me and put a different hood on, one that covered my eyes, but allowed leaving the piss gag in place. I then heard the faint sound of him walking across the floor and the door open, then close. I was so fucking horny and was stuck here tied in to the sling. I tried to work the plug as best I could on my own to gain pleasure from it. Some time went by and then I heard some noise outside the door. I tried my best to pay attention...even though all I could think about was getting fucked. Next thing I know I hear the door open and I hear voices. "Look at that pig ready to get fucked" and "bet he can take a ton. Look at the size of that plug. This will make for some great footage" I feel my heart start to pound even more. Next thing I know I feel hands on my cock, my ass and my chest...there are so many I can't keep track. I hear "this pig is ours, lets teach him a thing or two." I hear a few voices say "yeah!" I am trying to pay attention, but it is hard. Soon I feel a hand at my head and hear "hey pig, you are going to swallow my piss." soon after I start to feel the piss in my mouth through the gag. I am excited to be getting some attention again. As this is happening I can feel something placed around my forearm. I am figuring at this point it is another injection coming in my arm. I don't resist since I can't see what is happening. Soon after I feel the prick in my arm....then a warm sensation again...then the attempt to caugh. As I am trying to caugh I feel the plug being removed. I hear "look at that hole. It needs to be worked! Give him your fucking cock man." Then I feel it, cock going in. It is big and going in deep. I can't get enough. He is working me hard and fast...I can feel the sling working back and forth...his big cock slipping in and out fast, hard and deep. I just want it more and more. I groan as best as possible with the gag in my mouth and that casues him to work harder. I have never felt anything like this and all I can think is how much i like it. I hear the other vocies "fuck yeah man. This is making for great footage! Fuck him man, harder! Give him your poz load man!" I hear this and at this point I don't care...I just want to be fucked...I want it more than anything. He continues to work me and I hear another guy at my head say "pig, you are going to take my chem piss." I have no choice and I am already reeling from everything. I start to get the warm piss in my mouth, of course still getting fucked like crazy. After a few more minutes I am ever higher and just feel myself wanting all of this more and more. I hear the guy fucking me get loud and say "I am gonna poz him." Soon after I feel his cock enlarge and the load shoot deep in me. After he pulls out I hear "lets double fuck him. I know he can take it" I feel someone slip my hands and feet out of the restraints and then they help me to my feet, Of course I have some trouble but they help. One of them removes the piss gag from my mouth. I am helped on to a platform and told to "sit on his cock" of course I can see it so I am guided. It feels great as I sit on it and it works deep in me. Within seconds I feel someone pushing on my back, pushing me down flat. I then feel the pressure at my hole...and then without warning I feel the second cock slip in...balls deep. I let out a huge moan and hear "yeah, double fuck that ass" It feels amazing, I feel the two cocks working my hole, stretching it out, working in and out. The guy on top works his cock in deep and vigourous for at least 15 minutes...then he starts pulling it out all the way and ramming it back in next to the other cock...burying it deep in my hole. I cant get enough! This goes on for what feels lke forever. Then the guy on top pulls out and says "turn over on your back and sit on that cock Boy" I require some help since I still can't see. They turn me over and slip me back on to the cock below, and of course I then feel the second cock in my ass. About the same time I feel something at my lips and it is a cock and it is worked deepin to my throat. All of the pleasure is jsut amazing to me and I can get enough. Two cocks in my ass and one in my mouth. The two fucking my ass start to work harder at fucking my hole. They both say I am going to cum and shortly after I can feel thier loads in my ass. On cue the guy fucking my mouth shoots his load and I have no choice but to swallow it. "Damn what a fucking pig" they say. "Think he is done?" "Hell no he isn't" Of course all I want is MORE!! "Lets try something else" "Yeah man...do that!!" I can only guess what is next for me...and I don't even care. I just want more!! I feel someone grab my cock and start to rub it. Next thing I feel something cold at the tip of my cock. I then start to feel something work down inside my cock. I know this to be a sound as I have played with them before. I feel it working in and out of my cock and the I feel the guy put it in deep and stop. Next I feel pressure at my hole. I feel something small, must be a finger. Then more and more. I gather this to be a fist...and I am liking it! Right after I feel the fourth finger I feel somthign cold at my ass. I feel it slip in next to the fingers and inside me. Then it happens...the electricity starts. I don't expect it and cry out a scream from the shcok through my dick and deepin to my ass. Of course as this has happened the guy has now put in his entire fist and I didn't even know it. I feel another shock and with that my ass works farther on to the fist....again and again and again...I can feel the fist fucking me...and it is going in deeper and deeper with each shock. "Yeah give him more. He can take it! I want to see him take it to the elbow! Make sure all that poz cum stays deep inside him! More and more and more. I was now enjoying it...anticipating the shock and the fist that worked in deeper behind. Now there was a cock at my mouth and I sucked on it. The shocking continued...as each one happened I worked forward on to the cock in my mouth and the fist work in farther. "Man you did it. You got him up to the elbow! I knew he could do it! His master is going to love this video!" The guy fisting me pulled out and them worked back in, slow and deep. I had never felt that full in my hole. I liked it and didn't want it to stop. All I could say between sucking the cock in my mouth was, more fuck me more! With that he did...working his hand in and out of my hole wiht long deep motions. After he felt I had enough they worked me back to the sling, restrained me again and started to fuck me again. Each taking turns. I really didn't know how many there were, but I guessed 5. I was in such deep pleasure getting fucked one after the other, feeling thier loads deep in me, hearing them groan in extasy as they filled me with thier poz loads. I wasn't even focusing on time anymore...all I cared about was having my ass filled with whatever! Then I heard "How is my pig boy doing for you?" A resoudning "amazing" filled the room. My man said "Great. Alright guys, now he needs his rest. Where is the video?" "Man really? we were having such a great time working his ass?" "Yes, he is mine and now it is time for us. You can come back tomorrow." And with that I heard them leave and the door close. It was now just my Master and I. He came to my head and removed the mask. He asked how I was doing. I told him that I had never imagined that I would have a night like that I was feeling amazing! He replied with "great. Now it is time for you to rest" He took me upstairs and led me to his room. "After you are done sleeping Boy, we can look at your film!" When I woke up he was there laying next to me. Beer can cock laid pressed against the small of my back. "Sleep well boy?" I replied with a yes. "Remeber your long night yesterday?" I replied with not entirely. He said "I figured that would be the case. So I had it recorded so you could watch." With that he hit play on the remote and I started to watch the evening as it had unfolded. I was completely amazed at what I had done and I could feel my cock getting stiff. He reached around the front of me and grabbed my cock and said "I thought so. I knew you liked it! Now you are my little poz boy. You will live with me and service me and my friends." I looked in his eyes and he know that was what I wanted. With that he tied off my arm, waited for the vein to show and slipped the full syringe in my arm. I caughed and he said "Time for round two!" And with the he slid his huge cock deep balls deep in my ass.

Part 3-Dave I woke feeling something hard jabbing me in the back. Then a hand grabbed my hard cock and I remembered the events before I passed out. I turned my head and was kissed by Trent as he stroked my cock. I reached back and wrapped my hand around his hard cock and we kissed some more. I never knew I could find so much pleasure in being with another guy like this as we rolled to face each other. Trent moved down to suck my bone as I ran my hands through his long hair. I suggested he shift his position so I could take care of him as he took care of me. We were side by side in 69 sucking and slurping on each other’s tool. I fired into his Trent’s mouth first and he swallowed my load. That must have sent him over the edge and I felt his cock stiffen and begin to spew his tasty cum into my hungry mouth. We got up and headed for the bathroom and a nice shower. I turned on the water and climbed in as Trent climbed in behind me. It was a nice change from showering alone. We helped wash each other and soon were hard again. I turned him around and fucked him right there in the shower before the water got cold and we had to climb out. We got dressed and grabbed some breakfast as we figured out our day. We knew we were going back over the swim and needed to bring someone with us. Trent told me; “Dave & I are supposed to have plans today” “That’s perfect. Where are you meeting him?” “I’m supposed to meet him at his place then we were going to figure out what to do.” “Let’s go get him.” “Ain’t ya suppose to work today?” “Fuck that, I hate that job and this is much more fun. Besides, I blew it off yesterday to swim and I’m already over an hour late for today. I think it’s safe to say I am fired.” We headed out and over to Dave’s house. As usual the door was unlocked and we went inside. We found Dave still in his bed sleeping. Trent & I jumped on top of him to wake him up. “Wake up Dave.” “What the fuck! What are you guys doing here so early?” “It’s almost noon Dave. Get your skinny ass out of bed, its gona be a hot one today and we want to go swimming.” “Where are we gona do that?” “Remember that pool we sneaked into? It turns out the guy who lives there is cool and will let us swim there.” “Yeah, Trent and I spent the day there yesterday and had a blast.” “Cool, I’ll get dressed and grab my board shorts and we can go.” “You won’t need your board shorts, we skinny dip.” “Yeah, like we did that night I got caught.” “Really? That was a lot of fun just swimming around naked.” “Get dressed and let’s go.” Dave got out of bed in his boxer briefs, grabbed some shorts and a shirt off the floor and we were out the door. We made the walk offer to our new friends place quickly and rang his bell. “Nice to see you’re back again. And you brought a new friend.” “Yeah, this is Dave. He was one of the guys with us the other night when we jumped over your fence.” We did the house tour thing again so Dave could see the place. Then we ended up out back so we could hit the pool and work on our tans. We were out there for a while when we were asked if we wanted anything to drink. Like yesterday each of us was brought our requested drink. I was beginning to believe he was putting something in our drinks cause I was starting to feel very horny and was getting a raging hard on. We could tell what ever was in the drinks was hitting Dave especially hard. He had Trent and I carry Dave down to the basement and lift him into the sling. Trent was then restrained on the cross and I on the bench. He alternated between Trent and me with the lashes until Dave started to come around. Dave looked over and yelled out; “What the fuck are you doing to my friends?” The beating stopped as our host walked over to Dave; “Look who’s awake. Now the fun can begin.” Trent and I were released before he pulled out three needles, one for each of us. Dave watch as Trent and I allowed him to inject us with the drugs. He heard each of us cough as the drugs worked into our bodies. Then I went over and began to stroke Dave’s cock as he was prepped for his slam. Our host commanded; “Why don’t you suck his cock and start to prepare his hole for me while I give him what he needs.” Trent took Dave’s cock in his mouth as I began to lick his hole. I was able to watch out of the corner of my eye as the needle was stuck into Dave’s arm and the contents emptied into him. Then I heard him cough and felt his hole open up and start to suck on my tongue. We were told; “Good, there we go. Now he’s ready.” Trent and I moved out of the way as our host moved in and quickly began to fuck Dave. We put an arm around each other as we watched and I felt Trent’s cock poke me in the side. I looked at him and we kissed as Dave was getting what he needed from our host. “Go ahead you two can fuck and suck while I work my new friend here.” We watched as Dave got a good fucking from our host. We made out, sucked a little and fucked a lot. We decided to hold off cumming incase we were asked to fuck a load into Dave. Sure enough after a couple hours I was told to get between Dave’s legs. Trent was told to get in behind me and our host got behind Trent. I slid my cock into Dave’s wet hole as Trent slid into me. I could tell when Trent had his hole filled when he pushed harder into mine. We all started to fuck into the hole before us and pushed back on the cock behind us. It was incredible fucking like this. I felt Trent’s cock thicken and spasm inside me as I unloaded in Dave. I could tell when Trent got his hole creamed when I heard our host grunt out. We finished up and helped Dave out of the sling. As with before we were in the shower area in the corner getting hosed down with piss before we showered up. We swam for a little while longer before we left and headed for Dave’s place. No one spoke on the walk over to Dave’s. When we got to Dave’s and in his room Dave began to cry. Trent and I consoled him and before we knew it he was kissing Trent as I sucked his cock hard. Dave laid on his back and Trent and I mounted his hard cock. Trent didn’t want to be left out and I felt him come up behind me and slide his cock in along side Dave’s. We fucked like that for a good 30 minutes before I felt my balls tighten up and I came without ever touching myself. I believe my orgasms sent Dave and Trent over the edge and they filled my ass with both their loads. We cuddled up in Dave’s big bed and fell asleep.

Part 2-Trent It was strange, I was up all night, but I felt very awake and alert. I was allowed to refresh myself with a dip in the pool before getting dressed and allowed to leave. As I was in the pool, I thought about what had happened the night before and how good he made me feel. I got out of the pool with a raging hard cock that was quickly sucked on by my host. It didn’t take long for me to blow my load that he swallowed down. It was the best blow job I had ever had in my life. As I left he told me “Come back to swim any time boy and remember to bring one of your buddies over with you.” As I walked home I noticed several test messages from Trent. He kept asking if I was ok and did I need any help. I sent a text back to him that I was feeling good and was going home to sleep. He asked what happened to me last night. I wasn’t ready to tell him. When I got home I grabbed a shower and crashed for the rest of the day. I woke up late afternoon to Trent coming into my bedroom. “What happened to you last night bro?” “I got busted after you guys took off.” “What did he do to you?” I wasn’t gonna admit to being fucked, and since I wanted to get Trent over to the guy's house, I lied. “He took me in his house and we talked. He’s a nice man and let me swim all night. He told me I could come back to his place with a friend and swim any time.” “No way. Its gonna be in the 90’s today. Can we go over there and swim this afternoon?” “Sure. Let me get in the shower and we can head on over.” “What about Dave and Joey?” “He wants to meet you one at a time. Next time we can invite one of them to join us.” “Right on!” I got out of bed naked and headed for the shower. Trent blatantly stared at my ‘morning wood’, little aware he would receive some 'wood' of his own when we got to the guy’s house. I showered up, grabbed some shorts and a shirt and we were out the door. We made the short walk over to his house and I rang the bell. He came to the door in the same shorts he wore last night. “Well, hello there. And who is this?” “This is Trent, one of my friends from last night.” “It’s nice to meet you Trent. I think you’ll like swimming in my pool without having to jump the fence.” “Yeah, I bet I will. Thanks for letting us use your pool.” "My pleasure - that's what pools are for." We went through the house back to the pool. Once there I stripped down and jumped in the water. Trent looked down at me a little puzzled. “You’re just gonna skinny dip in the guy’s pool?” “Sure I am. He’s ok with that.” “Yes it’s ok with me if you want to skinny dip in my pool. That’s the only way I swim.” “Come on Trent, you were skinny dipping last night.” I watched as Trent stripped down and jumped in the water. After swimming for a while our host asked “You boys want something to drink?” I answered “Sure, what ya got?” “What do you want?” Trent said “A coke is fine with me.” I responded "Same for me, please." Our host went into the house and returned a few minutes later with our drinks. We hopped out of the pool and sat on the edge as we began to drink them down. When we were almost finished our host asked “How would you like a tour of my house, Trent?” Trent answered with a slightly slurred voice, “Sure - why not?” We went into the house and followed our host as he showed every bedroom and explained his décor. When it came time to show the basement I could see Trent begin to sway and weave as he walked. He barely made it down the stairs when our host grabbed him and put him in the sling in the corner. I helped our host restrain Trent before he tied me to the cross along the wall and began to whip me as he waited for Trent to regain consciousness. It seemed that I was getting a harder lashing then I did the night before when Trent started to come around. I looked over at Trent as he pulled on his restraints. Seeing the panic begin to settle in his eyes our host stopped whipping me and walked over to my friend. “I see our little bitch is awake.” “What the fuck! Let me go or I’ll scream.” “Go ahead and scream. No one will hear you. This basement is sound proof.” He came back over to me and released me from the cross. Led me over to the bench and restrained me there. I still had a good view of Trent and watched as our host walked over and prepared 2 syringes. He came over and gave me mine first. I felt the rush and let out a strong cough as the drugs hit me. I could tell he gave me more then I had last night and I was so happy to have that high again. Trent yelled out “You’re not gonna stick me with that needle bro, I don’t do anything but smoke a little weed” as our host prepped Trent's arm for the slam. I watched the look in Trent’s eyes as he was given his slam. I kept looking into his eyes as the rubber was removed from his arm. I hear him cough and knew the drugs were hitting him hard. He looked over at me as he saw our host come up behind me and start to fuck me. I could tell he was out of it cause of the drugs in him. I got fucked for a while before I was released and taken over to the sling where I was told “Lick that boy’s ass and get it ready for me to fuck. I better see your tongue as far up that cunt hole as you can stick it.” I worked my tongue on Trent’s ass, licking and sucking best I could as I heard my friend begin to moan. After a while I was told “That’s good enough boy.” I was pulled out and told to sit there, fuck myself with a dildo and watch. I looked up at Trent to see a glazed look in his eyes as he uncontrollably moaned. I now knew what I looked like getting fucked for the first time and why I liked it so much. My ass was greedily taking as much of the large dildo I was given inside me as I good give. What I really needed was to be fucked. I not really sure how long we were there when I was told “Get that dildo out of your ass, boy, and have Trent here suck your dick till your hard.” I did as I was told and soon was standing next to Trent’s head so he could suck my dick. I could tell that Trent was about to get his first load of cum deposited inside his ass. It made me think back to the night before when I took half a dozen loads from our host. He began to grunt and groan and fuck harder into Trent’s abused ass when he shouted out “Here you go Trent my boy!” After our host was done seeding Trent’s well used ass he had me get between Trent’s legs. “Now it’s time for you to fuck your buddy.” I lined my hard cock up with Trent's wet hole and slid right inside. Once I was inside Trent I could feel our host behind me sliding his cock inside me. Boy did that feel good. He then started to fuck me as I fucked into Trent. It took some coordination, but eventually we got a good rhythm going where I did most of the work, sliding into Trent, and sliding back on our host's cock. Maybe I made it a point to really hammer Trent's ass, but to be sure, I lasted a long time. Each time I felt like I was gonna blow, I backed-off, allowing the sensation to pass so I could keep up with our host, who unloaded in me a few times before I finally lost my nut inside Trent. He pulled out of me as I pulled out of Trent and he slammed back into Trent. I am sure he gave Trent a few more loads before he let him out of the sling and over to the shower area to feed him some of his piss. Trent and I showered off as we were watched by our host. Not a word was spoken and I’m not sure what came over us but all of a sudden Trent and I were kissing as we showered off. We then went out and jumped in the pool before we got dressed to split, both Trent and I were exhausted and wanted to crash. Our host discretely reminded me once again that I was to bring my other buddies around, saying “You have two more to bring me. Have fun with Trent tonight.” We got back to my place and headed to my room where Trent started to kiss me and before I knew it we ere naked with him fucking me. I remember him cumming just before we both passed out from exhaustion.

I've only been in one proper Dark Room, in Hamburg a few years ago. Got taken in there by a top who started out by making me bend over so he could stick his thick 7" cock in my mouth. Then he announced my presence in German, which drew a guy straight over to my ass. My top held my ass in place by the hips while the fucker just shoved in, humped me for about a minute and unloaded. Thereafter, my top moved me around physically to each cock in turn, and held me up by the hips to meet the thrusts. While nobody seemed to last very long fucking me, not all of them shot in me, some just pulling out after a hard quick fucking. Some would present their cock for cleaning, but the main guy always got his back in my mouth as soon as he could. He was talking the whole time to the ppl around us, directing them I guess, and there seemed to be at least 2 or 3 there at all times. After 4 or 5 guys had cum in me, he pulled my head off his cock and took his turn in my ass. This meant I was now being fed other cocks, some cum-covered and slimy, others fresh and clean. One guy came in my mouth during this, my only oral load of the day. My main guy came in about 5 mins, then returned to my mouth for cleaning and more directing of the action. Another 9 or 10 fucks and 5 or more loads later, the action seemed to calm down around us. I got the impression that a new bottom had become the centre of attention. I had been there about 30 or 40 mins. My ass was literally running with cum by then. My top took me back to a private room where he felched a lot of the cum out of me with the door open. A few guys stopped by to watch, and he invited 2 of them to add their loads. Then he fucked me again himself, taking his time about it, telling me I was "svelte" inside. I have to say, it was one of the very best of my slutting experiences. I only wish there were more places like that near me.