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Had a guy over to my hotel room last night. I'm guessing he was 30, and really into my dad body and beard/bald head. He was lean, black beard and a buzz cut. He drank bourbon, smoked and shot the shit for a while, then quickly turned to groping and kissing. He was passive as fuck, and I licked every hole on his body. He never mentioned condoms, and I took full advantage of it. Matter of fact, when I told him I was going to nut in him, his 8" cock got even harder. After his ass got my second poz load, I held him up against me and gently jerked his cock, telling him what a good boy he was for taking Dad's load. He shot a huge load all over his stomach and chest as I wanked him. Damn he was sexy.

I regularly go to a quiet resort with my dad and Grindr isn’t great here but hooked up with British mixed race guy a couple of years ago - total donkey dick. He’s moved a few miles but found him again and snuck off and got a cab to his. He’s half Jamaican his dick is insane. Went in sucked him straight away and was so turned on - said after a few mins I don’t know how I’m still sucking him we both know what we want. He pushed me over the bed shoved his dick all the way in in one go. I grabbed the poppers to desperately ease the pain then remembered this is what I live for. His beautiful dick inside me only able to think about getting that charged load. He just rammed me hard and I got what I wanted gushing in me. I’m not special he’s a fuck machine he bred another three guys yesterday. But as his load trickled down my leg while I was on the sun lounger my holiday felt far more complete.

Asleep and Taking Loads My boy and I have been coming up with some fun risky scenarios to play out getting him more comfortable taking raw POZ cock. It totally turns both of us on. Over the past few months, I’ve shared his holes with a few guys, mostly buddies, mostly NEG or POZ and medicated. He suggested lining up a few NEG guys online to come over for some group fun and pretend to be drugged up and knocked out. He figured I’d be there to keep things from getting out of hand, so where’s the real harm, right? He told me that he’d start to moan or ‘wake up’ if he’d had too much and wanted to stop. Plus, I’d get to watch these strangers breed my boy and then fuck their cum into his ass. What could go wrong? My boy decided that Saturday night would be our best bet to get a lot of guys. I placed an ad with a few naked pictures showing his hole full of cock, one of it freshly bred and leaking seed, letting guys know he was serious: GUY TAKING NEG LOADS WHILE PASSED OUT. FUN STARTS AT MIDNIGHT THIS SATURDAY. SEND PICS AND STATS FOR ADDRESS. Within the next two days, I’d had about ten replies. Most were from NEG guys who loved the idea. One was from someone POZ saying how risky it was just to trust people. He went on to say that some POZ guys might just say they were NEG and join the scene anyway. He included a pic of his muscular back with a big biohazard tattoo and a really nice, slightly saggy ass. I knew he was right, but sent the address and instructions to come on in to the rest of the NEG guys who I wanted to see raw top my sleepy boy. Saturday afternoon we had an early light lunch and I got the house ready while my boy lounged in the tub and took his time really deep cleaning. We put the bed in the middle of the room and stripped it of our normal sheets with a black rubber mattress cover in their place. My boy took a few hits of poppers and laid down as I ate his hole. Around 11:45, I heard the front door open and two or three voices chatting as they came up the stairs. My boy winked at me and closed his eyes. Three guys came in and stripped their clothes off as I fingered my boys ass, saying that he was out cold, and they could have their way with him. One guy shoved his cock down my boy’s throat. Another one lined up and spit on his dick before shoving it into my boy. My slutty boy must have been really struggling to not groan or moan on those cocks. The third guy, a real frat boy, seemed to be having a hard time getting it up, so I knealt down suck his cock until it was ready to breed my boy. While I was gobbling the frat boy’s cock, a fourth guy showed up, big muscle guy. I remembered his thick tool from his pics. He stipped off his shorts and winked at me while I went back to sucking the frat boy off. The first two men came, one shooting his load all over my ‘sleeping’ boy’s face and hair. The first top shot his load deep into my boy. When he pulled out there was a white river leaking out. I smeared some cum out of my boy’s bangs onto my cock and pushed their cum into him. I fucked my boy for a few minutes. The first two guys were naked and jerking each other off while the frat boy watched and slapped his thickening dick on my boy’s slack mouth. The muscle guy tapped my ass and told me he was ready for his turn. He was rock hard and truly thick, naked from the waist down, his frame peeking out of a black tanktop. I knew my boy must have been struggling to take it all so fast, even though he was well-lubed and pretty open. I watched from behind as he forced inside my boy, his broad shoulders flexing under that shirt. My boy remained totally silent as the guy stabbed his dick balls deep and then went to hammering. When he was about to cum, he shook his head and said, ‘not yet.’ The frat boy was finally fully hard and slid on into my silent boy. I needed a piss really bad, and the first top told me he was thirsty. ‘Not here,’ I said, and pointed to the bathroom. The guy got in the shower and I pissed into his mouth. He swallowed every drop. We were only out of the bedroom for a minute or two when the frat boy shouted that he was going to cum, and we raced back in to watch him hammer his load into my ‘passed-out’ boy’s hungry hole. The muscle guy was next to my boy’s shoulder with his back to us, tapping a spot on his arm. He jerked his cock as the frat boy came then took his place, not waiting for me to have a turn. The guy grunted and growled as he pummeled my boy’s raw ass but my boy never made a sound. As he force fucked my boy, I watched as his ass flapped around and realized where I’d seen it before. I wasn’t at all surprised when his shirt crept high enough that I could see the points of his biohazard tattoo peeking out, but I was too horny to do anything to stop it. I knew this POZ stranger was about to breed my boy, just like he warned me he would. The muscle stud roared as he filled my boy up. ‘I’m breeding you, boy, filling you up with POZ cum! You like that?’ he asked. The three NEG guys sort of freaked out and made a quick exit, grabbing their clothes as they left. I stood there shocked, but fully hard and about to shoot my load. Still inside my boy, the guy leaned forward, ‘You like this game boy? Want me to call my toxic friends over and share your hole with them? You want me to stop?’ My boy didn’t reply. I knew he wanted to eventually take POZ cum, and was waiting for a sign that it was time to call it a night. I rubbed my boy’s face and tried to ask him if he wanted more, but he just drooled. I was a little freaked out. The POZ muscle top went over to his phone and clicked around. He held the screen towards me and I saw a conversation on it: Person 1: Hey boy. Nice profile. You take raw POZ cock? Person 2: I want to… I have this fantasy. Person 1: Yeah? What’s that? Person 2: I convince my man to host a NEG-only party and pretend to be passed out. But, I get a POZ guy to come over and actually give me something so I pass out and can’t stop him from breeding me. Person 1: Yeah, boy? I could do that for you. I have connections… and maybe some POZ buddies who might be into joining… Person 2: Cool Keep your eyes peeled for an ad. That’ll be us. In case my man doesn’t send you the address, here it is: ********** Person 1: Cool. You really want me to mess you up and knock you out? Person 2: Yes, please. The POZ stud took his phone back and grabbed my hips. He guided my cock into my boy’s puffy cummy hole. ‘You like this scene?’ ‘Yeah,’ I replied. 'Breed him. Mix your seed with mine inside him. He wants this.’ He rocked my hips forwards and backwards faster and faster until I shot my load into my boy, pushing that POZ and those NEG loads deeper inside him. The stud licked his lips as I pulled out and spread my boy’s cheeks. He sucked out as much cum as he could until it was smeared all over his mouth. ‘Clean me!,’ he ordered. I licked all over his mouth as he jammed his fingers in and out of my boy. ‘Good thing you’re into this. My buddies are already on their way over…’

A few months ago I started taking regular loads from a local straight married mechanic. Whenever I can host at night he comes over after his late shift ends just before midnight. First I sit him down on a chair and get between his legs to suck his dick. Usually he'd brought a cockring with him, but not always. He's pretty dom and verbal, he tells me to get naked straight away and I strip down to a jock for him. He always calls my jockstraps knickers, so I guess that and the ring verifies the married part lol. He sniffs the poppers I pass him while telling me suck his dick, "I want it soaking wet boy". He's got a great 7 inch cut dick with a thick head and great low hanging balls. First few times he's eaten my ass, he calls it pussy and goes crazy for how smooth I am, but lately I've been lubing up before he arrives to when I'm sucking him off I'll just climb up on his lap and sink his cock right into my ass. He's a great fuck and lasting longer each time, he loves how much I like going ass to mouth too. If he wants a longer session he'll stop fucking me for a while and tell me to go back to sucking him. But usually he'll finish fucking me on my back with my legs against my chest on the edge of my bed. While he's fucking me I like to reach my hand underneath and milk his balls, feel them pulling up when he shoots his load deep in me. From that position once he pulls out and steps back, I can let my legs swing down and bring me into kneeling and get his cock in my mouth again to get the last few drops. I love sucking cock that just bred me. Only one time that we've met did he ask for a condom, and he used it as a makeshift cockring and still left his load up my hole. He tried to call me princess a few times, gauging if I'd like it really, but I want him to know he's fucking a dude and that boy hole is better than cunt. Tonight I couldn't host because my family are home. One time before we fucked in my living room while my dad was in bed upstairs, but we had to be so careful and quiet that it wasn't as good as it could have been (still got the load though). So we had to meet in his van. I live in a seaside suburban area, but there's a small carpark beside a gym about 10 minutes away from my house that I told him to park in. I made sure to dress light so it would be easier to take off in his van. I just carried poppers in one pocket and phone in the other. I climbed into his van and he had me suck his cock while he smoked a cigarette. He's fucked quite a few boys, likes to use subs, but he says I'm the biggest cock hungry slut he's met, he can tell how much I love sucking him off and having him blow loads in me. He started playing with my hole while I was sucking him but the angle was kind of difficult in the small space. So eventually I just climbed into his lap and sat down on his cock while holding the steering wheel. He feels so good going in with just spit for lube, hearing him moan in appreciation the way only straight married guys do. He sniffed some poppers while I started working my ass up and down on him and he didn't last long this time. Told me I was his favourite pussyboy while he bred my ass in the driver seat. Then I was able to go back to sucking his cock while he dropped me up the road to my house before going back to home to his sleeping wife. His having a wife really gets in the way, I want to be able to serve him for a full day and get multiple loads from him. Only one time he got my ass when I already had a load in me, I was going out of my mind sucking the previous guys load off his cock after he pulled out

I have this true story posted on another site. It was written and experienced by me. I hope you enjoy it, I certainly did. This is a true story of what happened at my local sauna recently. I had finished a couple of night shifts and after a decent sleep, awoke feeling a bit randy. With nothing planned for the day, I decided to head to the sauna for some play. I’m a 6ft bear, can’t really call myself a cub any longer. I’m nice and hairy with round hairy arse and a 7 inch cock which has done me well over the years. I arrived around 4, got ready and had a wander. I spotted a regular fuck buddy, don’t know his name but we always fuck together and always bareback. He’s about the same age, late 40’s and with a lovely thick 9 inch cock on him. We made eye contact and met in the dark room. Before long his cock was up my arse, pumping away. This attracted some attention, including a tall well built lad with a similar sized cock on him, only a bit thicker. I’ve fucked with this guy before, he’s a dominant top who just likes to fuck and take charge. My buddy grunted and blew the first load of the day into my arse. Obviously turned on by this, the new lad dragged me into a cubicle. With me perched on the mattress, in rammed his big fat cock, bareback of course. I don’t like condoms, nothing like having random cocks cum up my arse, one after the other. I could sense he was getting into a rhythm, really taking his time in the buildup. Now this lad likes to be watched, so he opens the cubicle door to attract attention. I was too busy concentrating on the hammering I was getting to pay much attention, but I could sense someone by the doorway. After a good 10 minutes of frantic fucking, I could hear him building up to a climax. Then all of a sudden, bam, in shot a dozen squirts of cum. It was one of those ejaculations where I could feel the pulsatile contractions of his cock. Not only could I feel it, but I could hear him moaning as he came. He left his cock in for a minute, and then slowly pulled out. I heard a splash of cum fall onto the floor and could feel a stream of warm cum dribble down my leg. My arse was well and truly filled. Just as he left the cubicle, a young lad appeared beside me. He’d obviously witnessed what had happened and wanted some for himself. He was hard as a rock, maybe 8 inches, not quite as thick but had a beautiful upward bend in his cock. I love sloppy seconds, both as a giver and a receiver, seems like my new friend did too. He came into the cubicle and I reversed onto his eager cock, bareback again. He didn’t need any more prompting and over the next couple of minutes, fucked my already stretched, cum filed hole with that intensity that young guys have. He came with an almost primeval grunt as he filled me up, leaving me dripping cum onto the floor yet again. I was so randy by this point, wandering the corridors with cum dripping down my leg. I just had to find a hole of my own to blow into. Thankfully the sauna was still quite busy so I wandered into the dark room again. In the sling was an older, stocky daddy type, chunky but not too large and a nice pert arse on him, bingo. I was rock hard and came up to him, my cock pointing at his hole. I saw he had a sachet in his hand, and I thought it was a condom, but no, just lube. He lubed up his eager hole and in went my cock. Now I like to take my time when I fuck a guy, I like to feel every inch of his hole. This one was smooth and velvety, tight but not too tight, just perfect. I had some poppers with me and took a few sniffs, building up the sensation. I love to fuck a guy on a sling, staring into his eyes as I fuck the life out of him. I fucked his raw hole for as long as I could, but I couldn’t keep it in any longer. I could still feel the cum dribbling out of my own arse, which just added to the desperation to cum. I took another couple of sniffs of poppers and blew my week long load into his receptive man cunt. I kept my cock in his hole as it slowly softened and recovered for one of my most intense orgasms. I slapped his arse as I pulled my cock out. As I did so, I heard a splatter of my cum fall onto the floor.

No, this is not a story of how I knocked up some bimbo. It’s about this dude I met a few years ago. After he converted due to the toxic loads I dumped in him I started calling him my AIDS baby and he started calling me his AIDS daddy. We met online for the first time I guess about four years ago. He was 25 years old at the time and quite a hot dude. Decent body, 6’ tall, brown hair and an absolute looker, looked quite innocent, though that was deceiving. Behind those green eyes he was hiding a very slutty mind. We chatted a few times and I found out he was an airline steward living in a town some 30 miles from me, so not too far. He learned that I’m poz and quite toxic which turned the little slut on to no end. Unfortunately due to his erratic flying schedule it was difficult to arrange a hook up quickly. One time we were chatting on skype and he told me he just got fucked by some barebacker and the fresh cum was still in his ass, held there by his dildo. I was a bit sceptical at first but then he turned on his cam and climbed up on his chair, dildo sticking out from his ass. He pushed the dildo’s suction cup onto the chair and started fucking himself on it for several minutes. Finally he pulled his ass up from the dildo and I could see the cum leaking from his open hole onto the chair. Then the little slut bend over and started licking it up. After this little show I was convinced he was an absolute cum addickted fuck slut and decided he needed to get AIDS, which he agreed to enthusiastically. We were finally able to arrange our first meeting a few weeks later. He just got his latest test result which confirmed he was still clean. I went to his town where he picked me up at the train station. When I got in his car he immediately started sucking my cock as I had ordered him. After a few minutes I told him to head over to his place and a few minutes later we arrived at his apartment complex. As soon as we entered his place I ripped his track pants from his ass and pushed him down on his knees. I forced my hard cock down his throat which he really didn’t like but who cares about what a bitch wants? Then I shoved him to the bed, tied him up and forcibly spread his legs apart. I told the bitch “I’m gonna ram my toxic AIDS cock up your ass you little slut.”, then I pushed it all the way in, only using a few drops of spit as lube. The little slut was clearly hurting and terrified, I could see it in his wide open eyes and I loved every second of that fuck. I just kept pumping that sweet ass while he was begging me to stop. I just told him I wouldn’t and that he knew that was the reason I tied him up in the first place. Finally I spewed my venomous load deep in his guts. After keeping him tied up a while longer I released him and ordered him to keep my toxic cum in his fuck hole all night long. When he drove me back to the train station he was quite subdued. I guess the little bitch was terrified that he really did get pozzed. You know what they say “Be careful what you wish for, you might just get IT.”. The next morning he told me that he did as I ordered and kept my venom in his ass all night long and that it leaked out of his fuckhole in the morning. As you can imagine this really turned me on, seeing there was a good chance he’s convert. A few days later he told me he got a herpes infection in his ass from me and that it hurt like hell. I was overjoyed about this since it was a good sign and his chances of converting would be boosted by this for sure.

So I decided to spend my Birthday being gangbanged and loaded. And to be honest, it's not everything I expected. Honestly I should have waited for the weekend to get fucked. Oh well. So two guys fucked me, one gave me a creampie for a birthday gift, another used a condom.

Just got hit up by a beautiful 25 yo on grindr who was "looking to fuck". Met him at a gas station and climbed in the back of his van. Sucked his half hard cock fully hard, then I turned around and presented my hole to him. Took him about 5 minutes to blow a nice load deep inside me. Told him to hit me up next time he is the area!

Early this morning around 6am I fucked a 19 year old Polish lad who was on his way to work at the airport. He'd asked me to use a condom but didn't seem that bothered when I said I'd rather fuck him without one. I sucked his cock, licked his hairy arsehole and then slid my cock up him, fucked him bb and dumped a big load up him. He pulled up his pants and went off to work quite happily

My first time was bare. It was from cousin. Later a HS bud gave me his cock to suck and finally fucked me, but with condom. I hate condoms, only want bare cock

I think I've seen this one elsewhere, but I can't recall. Beautiful hairy hole and BIG cock! https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/fuck-me-till-you-cum-in-my-hairy-asshole-41285542

My ex hated my cock getting hard when he or other tops were using me. He said my concentration should be totally focused on the tops and not my own sex. Once, I got hard and touched my own cock when a top was fucking me. After he left my ex took me to the backroom, tied me to the cross and pulled me off - then smeared his cock with my jizz and used it as lube to fuck me. He then tied me to the fuck bench and another 6 tops poounded me. It was my punishment for thinking of myself as anything but a subcumdump slut. It was a punishment I got quite a few times and now caged or uncaged I don't get hard when getting fucked.

Having a super loose hole is an amazing high for me as is seeing trashed holes on fellow males because I know how much sexual use they have indulged to get that way. Like other super used bottoms I am proud that I have a long slit instead of a puckered hole and love that a guy can see or feel my ass crack and immediately know how heavily used on sex and size I am. I love after sex clubs/parties and good fisting use my hole just hangs open. Can't wait til it is permanently ruined and prolapsing even more than it has started to. Guys have double penetrated me, jerked off inside me and on 2 occasions now had both hands in me. I love when a guy tries to fuck me after heavy use and I can barely feel him and he says my manhole is like fuking an open window. I play with my oversize toys everyday so i stay hosed out and keep my body ready for use, using a little oil based lube for prel-ubing whenever I go out so I can be bred anywhere. I am not sure how well my ass muscles work for waste retention and removal anymore since they don't get the chance to even try with my daily hosing taking that issue away. Still it's great to walk and feel what's left of my asshole stretched and open and unable to fully tighten up, but with my love of use and size why would I want to? I love being the sexual equivalent of a circus sideshow freak that everyone stops and watches because they cannot believe what they are seeing. When I see a guy in a film or at a club with a giant hole just hanging open I get instantly hard because I know how used he is and what he mental and physical pleasure high he is feeling. So what's it like to feel so loose and used? absolute fuking heaven.

Yesterday I bounced out early from the office and hit the local abs. I paid my fee and went back to the peeps. Two guys back there. Nothing going on, so I settled into one of the booths with a glory hole and watched the movie playing and hit up the apps to see who might be online and looking to play. A couple minutes later another man entered the adjacent booth. Wasn't long until he had his cock out and was stroking. Motioned for his cock through the gh, sucked him for a couple minutes then turned around and impaled my ass on his nice long thin cock. He fucked me about 5 minutes then knocked on the wall to signal his impending cum load. Took the load. He zipped up and left. Not 15 seconds later another one of guys stepped into the recently vacated booth and was soon thereafter stroking a thick 7.5 inches with an incredible amount of foreskin. Motioned for his cock and was sucking it and savoring his meaty foreskin. Soon I backed up on it and was pounded hard and deep all the while the plywood wall was shaking and creaking. 10 minutes later he blasted....I could feel his cock as it pulsed his load deep. Zipped up and left his booth. Guy three wasted no time in walking in and just sticking his cock through. I began sucking. He quickly said "I want that ass on my cock". Backed up on it and took load three. Ended with 3 loads in less than 15 minutes!

Spent some time in a bookstore on other side of the state today. Lots of new meat to choose from. I think I sucked about 5 cocks over the lunch hour rush, every one of them feeding me a big load after some aggressive gumming on my part. I was worked up after all the sucking, so I found a hairy faced guy who said I could fuck him raw if I was 'clean'. I told him no worries, and slid my poz cock in balls deep and gave him a nice hard fucking for about 5 minutes before unloading. When I pulled out, I got to see a bit of my cum trickle out on his hairy crack...always sexy. I hope to get back tomorrow and share more of my load with this side of the state.

My ex was poz. We got tested when we got together. His viral load was high. His CD4 was low. He wasn't surprised, but he also wasn't sure what would happen. His plan covered everything for him. It was his decision to start the cocktail (back then) or not. He chose to do it and ..... was sick as fuck. It was really tough for him.... and secondarily, me. But, he got through it and so did I. For years we fucked raw. His numbers were really in a good place and we understood U=U... we were living proof it was OK to fuck raw with the right numbers. We also had a lot of 3sums, and I realized that I enjoyed fucking raw - but didn't necessarily know (?) or believe (?) the status of some of the guys we fucked around with together. I went to Anon Testing clinic that was local every 90 days. I had to decide whether to go on PrEP and go out there and fuck raw or take the chance. I opted to join a local clinic that was studying MM relationships where one partner was poz and the other..... not. I started the program and .... no regrets. But - I HAVE definitely been shamed by some real dickheads about being a pussy, and what's the big deal - if you get pozzed, just take drugs..... etc etc. Not a lot of guys, but I would bet around 10 guys I 'thought' were cool. This wasn't jokin' around or fun shots. These were head-on brutal comments. I grew up in a small town and was bullied as a kid. You never forget that. So when these assholes started giving me grief for MY life decisions - I quickly realized this was just... bullying. I tossed them to the curb. I totally understand some guys are chasers and enjoy that lifestyle. And I cheer them on. I know some guys have opted to NOT treat and do their thing. And I cheer them on. And I remember what my ex partner and I went through for a few months and the effects of his meds on his high cholestrol and other health issues - and I thought - nope. I totally love fucking and getting fucked raw. But I refuse to be bullied for my decisions. I think we need to do better as a community. Cheer one another on. Not berate. Just 'my' view on this one based on my real-life experiences. Cheers guys

Part 3: It took a few more months before we were able to hook up again. This time the little slut came to my home. I’d moved my sling into the living room to give us some more space for our little pozzing party. When he arrived we started with a good fuck. I was filming it all, asking him what he wanted me to do to him, which he answered with that he wanted me to give him AIDS and to please, please, please infect him. This kid was as ready to get infected as I’d ever seen one. He turned me on to no end and so I FUCKED him. I’m sure it hurt him a lot but he just kept begging for AIDS and poz cum, so that’s exactly what I provided his ass with. After I dropped my poisonous cum in him we went online to find more breeders to come and drop a few extra loads in his well stretched and lubed hole. Since I live in a fairly small city we only found a few guys willing to come over. One of them actually was a guy I think I infected many years before. Unfortunately that guy was on meds and so couldn’t really contribute to giving my bitch AIDS but he did drop his load up the slut’s ass, making it even more squishy when I pushed my cock back in. One other guy showed up, coming from the next town over and he managed a good fuck in my little bitch before adding his load in the mix. Too bad this guy was clean, well maybe he would get lucky and my AIDS would stick on his dick. After those guys left I fucked my little bitch some more in his very juicy hole and we fell asleep at some time. I really had a good feeling about this session and was hoping he’d finally convert. About two weeks later the little slut contacted me. Bang, he got real sick, heavy flu-like symptoms. He was out of commission for I think about two weeks. We were both very happy about it and he decided he wanted to get tested right away. I told him that was pointless since it takes 3 ~ 6 months before the virus can be detected reliably. But the bitch was very eager for good news and couldn’t wait any longer and went to the hospital to get his test, which turned out negative. He was quite disappointed about it but I told him it was too soon and to wait a few months and get tested again. I still held good hopes he’d finally converted. About 4 months later he told me he was getting tested again and would get the result back in a few days. Those days were very interesting. My mind kept wandering to my little bitch and how I hoped he got what he deserved. Then, finally he contacted me and told me he was POZ. I was so fucking happy about that, he really needed this and he got everything he wished for. I wasn’t really sure how he felt however so I tried to coax it out of him. Turned out he was at least as happy as I was and he vowed he would now also become an active pozfucker, infecting young twinks with our gift. That’s when I told him he was my AIDS baby now and he said “Yes, I am and you’re my AIDS daddy!”. After that day we’ve continued to fuck around on occasion. Right now we’re trying to organise a bareback gangbang in his ass. I hope we can find enough guys to fill his ass to overflowing, he really deserves it and has an insatiable craving for toxic cum. So, if any of you guys, preferably poz, not on meds, are nearby you might want to drop by and add your noxious load to the mix.

In the 80's A few years back, I lived in large cosmopolitan city in the Deep South. Just before I left, I saved up some money, and bought myself one of the quintessential used white vans that could be seen everywhere in the city. I padded and carpeted the back floor, sides, and roof, and put in a small cabinet and extra-heavy curtains behind the cab and on the windows ... the usual stuff for then. I also added something special: a padded sawhorse with restrains on the legs and cross piece. As soon as I had finished, I need to test it. As I lived only a few blocks from downtown, I walked to a local bar, I cruised a number of guys, and settling on a hot looking victim: early-20's, auburn hair, dirty-blonde hair, blue eyes. (Yeah, I'm a sucker for blue eyes.) He said his name was Jim. After chatting a bit, I invited him back to my place for sex. When we got to my place, he said that he didn't get fucked ... that he never had, and never would be, because he was afraid of AIDS, and even a condom might break. I said that I was okay with that. We stripped naked, fooled around a bit, and smoked some weed in my bedroom. I suggested that I show him my van. We both threw on clothes, and went back down to where I parked it. I told him we had to take off our shoes before getting in the back. I grinned when he told me he liked the back, but wasn't sure what the sawhorse was for. I told him I'd demonstrate it. I lay down prone on it first, and let him restrain me. After he let me up, I coaxed my intended victim to lie prone on it, and I secured his wrists, ankles, thighs and chest. I then put a gag in his mouth, and asked what he thought of my contraption. All I heard form behind the gag was a muffled response. I took a knife, and cut off his belt, t-shirt, and jeans. He kept pulling at the restraints and trying to yell while I was doing it, but the restraints were firm and the gag was very effective. I was sure with the padding that no one outside the van could hear him. I got a jar of Vaseline from the cabinet, shucked my clothes, and greased up his asshole. I then spread his ass-cheeks, and pressed my dick head against his hole. He he kept trying to writhe and twist to get away while yelling into the gag. Grabbing his hips, I forced my entire thick rock-hard naked seven inch dick deep inside my victim in one shove. For a second his body froze before he screamed into the gag and fought like mad to get free. I took my time plowing his ass, enjoying how it convulsed around the cock that had destroyed his virginity. He continued to gurgle behind the gag and writhe, still pulling in vane at the restraints. Eventually, I decided I'd had enough, so I fucked him faster until I felt my balls start to draw up. Yelling "Take it, bitch," I rammed in balls-deep and splattered a huge load in him. He was crying as I withdrew my cock from his violated asshole. I cleaned-up myself, cleaned-up his ass, and dressed myself. As I stepped out of the van he resumed yelling into the gag. Perfect: I could barely hear him with the door open; with it shut, I couldn't hear anything at all. I drove the van to a leather bar, and parked it at the far end of the lot before I went inside. One by one, I began approaching men to see if they were interested in what I had to offer. It wasn't long before I found my first taker: an average biker type in boots and jeans. We walked out to my van, and climbed in back. He ran his hands over Jim's ass, murmuring "Nice." Jim pulled desperately at the restraints and yelled into the gag. "He okay with this?" the biker asked. I smiled "Why wouldn't he be?" The biker smirked, "Got it. Besides, I don't fuckin' care." By the time he had his clothes off, his dick was already hard. He stepped between Jim's secured legs, rammed it in and started fucking. In short order he blew a juicy load into Jim's ass. He dressed and we left. "Hot hole. Thanks," he said as he split. Over the next hours, I found eight different guys similar to the biker, all ages and races and sizes, each of whom eagerly mounted, plowed, and shot his load in the restrained victim's rectum. After the second guy, Jim stopped yelling, and began to uselessly blubber pleas behind the gag. His ass filled with more and more cum, some of which dribbled down the insides of his thighs as each new cock displaced some to make room for another guy's load. The last guy was the topper: a old biker, in his late 50's or early 60's, hairy, balding, salt & pepper beard, beer belly, smoking a fat cigar. I took him to the van like all the others, he fingered the cum dripping from Jim's hole, and grinned at me lopsided as he commented "Guess Ah'm not the first tonight, eh? That's okay. Ah like sloppy seconds." He unbuttoned his jeans, and brought out a very large cock and balls that were the size of goose eggs. It only took a few strokes for his cock to become a tool the size of a tall beer can with a huge steel PA. "Holy shit!" I muttered. Grinning lewdly, he asked "Think he can take this?" "He has a choice?" I answered. The biker laughed "Shit, no!" Still smoking his stogie, he stepped in and pressed the head against Jim's hole. "Hold on, fucker. This's gonna be a bumpy ride." He then began pushing himself inside Jim who renewed his whimpering and writhing. He slapped his ass. "Ah'm horny as hell, an' it's my turn at yer butthole." He then forced the entirely of his monster cock up the defenceless asshole, and Jim resumed screaming into the gag. "Take it slut!" Pausing a second, his huge dick buried balls deep in Jim's asshole, he glanced at me and commented "Hot hole... still sorta tight," adding the wry remark "for now." He then vigorously ploughed Jim who turned his face to me, tears streaking his face. I bent down and pretended to listen to him. I told the biker "He said he doesn't get fucked." Demonic lust contorted the biker's face. "That so? Lyin' slut. My dick too big for ya? Too bad." He rammed into Jim, who whimpered and quivered as the biker's trusts became brutal. "Ah'll just teach yer hole to open up an' like it. Ah'll fuckin' make it open up." I got hard watching him assault my victim's hole and my victim's fingers and toes reflexively curling and flexing. The old biker's stamina was incredible. He'd brutally plow Jim non-stop for ten minutes, slow down or stop for a few, his cock still lodged in Jim's ass, only to resume brutally plowing him. Some 45 minutes later he was still at it. He looked over at me and commented "Ah could do this all night, but Ah gotta be at work in a few hours." Grasping Jim's hips tighter, he launched into an assault far more rapid and brutal than the prior ones, his huge balls slapping loudly against Jim's butt. "Gettin' there, slut. Yer hole's wide open an' Ah'm about to blow. Ah yeah. Ah yeah, TAKE IT SLUT!" He threw his head back and bellowed, his monster cock buried to the hilt in Jim's ass. Wave after wave of orgasm wracked the biker as he came and came in Jim. Finally spent, he pulled back abruptly from Jim. "Fuck!" He looked at me. Damned good fuck." He began stuffing his softening cock and balls back in his jeans, the front of which were dark and damp with sweat, ass juices and various loads of cum in Jim's ass. He slapped Jim on the ass. "Hope ya liked that ... Ah sure did! Felt like Ah shot a gallon of cum up yer butthole." He opened the door, stepped out, then turned back with a really evil grin on his face. "By the way, all that hot seed Ah just shot in yer ass? t's dirty ... radioactive ... POZ." He laughed, slammed the door, and walked away. Jim began sobbing. My cock was once more rock hard.

1. Aiden I first saw Jay on a Friday night, early October. I was out at a club, standing by the side of the dance floor, watching the endless parade of bright young things. Tonight, it seemed a little more college boys, a little less desperate twenty-something actors. I didn't really care that much about the crowd. It was a mixed night, and I was already too busy defending myself against horny drunk girls, much less trying to separate the gay boys from the straight men. But first, I should probably back up and introduce myself. I'm Aiden. I'm fifty years old, and I've been in that other industry since I was twenty. We never call it anything other than "The Industry," if we even call it anything at all. Activists might call it "sex work" in an effort to give it legitimacy or make it seem more glamorous than it really is. But there is nothing glamorous about the life of a boy selling his body. In order to survive, you must become someone not quite human. You must become a creature who just enacts the core human emotions like empathy, love, and care. You can't survive with real emotions. I was one of the lucky ones. I grew up and graduated. I'm no longer one of the boys. I'm a pimp, and now I get to own the boys. It's not an accident that we call it owning; it's about as close to slavery as it gets these days. It sounds cruel, but I believe it is better this way. It's easier on the boys in the long run if they understand that they are possessions, things to be bought and sold, passed around and shared. The entire process is easier for a bottom, of course. They already understand that they are just vessels for another man's pleasure. Yeah, I said man there. It's a straight boy's fantasy to be paid by women for sex. It. Does. Not. Happen. For men, the Industry is only about man on man, and the sooner a so-called straight boy figures that out, the better for him. In the Industry, we call that process "breaking a boy." The best of us pimps can do it in our sleep. Once you get the hang of it, it's easy, and for me, it came naturally. Of course, it's never easy for the boy. It is always a struggle for a boy to accept his position in the Industry. Back to the night at hand. I had a vodka and cranberry in my hand; I had been nursing it slowly enough that the ice had melted, leaving it weak and watery. I was waiting for the boys to start to approach me. It might take a second or third drink, but they always did. They might claim to be straight, but it didn't matter. Straight boys don't approach fifty year old men in a club. Only gay boys do, and those are only the ones with serious daddy issues. Jay approached me right as I was thinking about ditching my drink and getting another one. The first thing I noticed was his glasses. It was unusual to see a guy out at the club with glasses, much less the striking blue frames he had on. The second thing I noticed was that he was holding a drink. I wondered how he had gotten the drink; he barely looked old enough to fuck, much less to be able to get a drink. No doubt he had a fake ID. Before I got him naked, I'd have to see his real ID. "Hi," he said. "Hi," I replied. I smiled, letting him see my teeth. "Having a good night?" "Yeah," he said. "First time here. It's great." "Cool. I'm Aiden," I said. "Jay," he replied. He held out his hand, and I shook it. His skin was soft and warm. He had an easy life and hadn't gained the rough skin and calluses of manual labor. "You here alone? Or are you with friends?" "I was here with friends. But I seem to have lost them." He looked around again, in a feeble effort to find them amidst the crowd. "I was talking to a girl, and I guess they moved on." I tried not to laugh. He may have been talking to a girl, but that wasn't what he really needed. "Cool. What happened to her? She still around?" "Somewhere," he said, looking around the club again. He focused on the dance floor, and pointed someone out. "There she is. The Asian chick." I followed his finger the best I could. There was a cute Asian girl; dressed in a way that screamed money. I looked Jay over again. She wasn't completely out of his league. At about 6'1", he was a few inches taller than me and his tight graphic t-shirt showed off his muscular body well. But, even from the few words we had exchanged, I could tell he was still young, naive and unfamiliar with talking to girls. "She's cute," I said. "You like Asian girls?" "I dunno," he said. "It all depends on the girl." "What do you like?" "Oh. You know. A little shorter than me. Not too big. Not really a breast man." Or, I thought, he likes his girls boyish. It was already clear that he liked his men to be daddies. "I need another drink," I said. "You want one?" "Yeah, that would be great." "This way," I said. He followed me to the bar. "How long have you been in LA?" I asked as we got in line. "A little over a month," he said. "I'm a freshman at USC." I wasn't surprised. He had the good looks of someone who had spent his entire life never worrying about money. He anticipated my next question. "I grew up outside of Denver." He also had the rugged build of someone for whom the outdoors was easy to get to. "What about you?" "Been here for too long," I said. "Moved here when I was eighteen. Grew up in rural Missouri." I didn't want to give too many details. It was my job to know everything about his life; it was just as important that I remain an enigma to Jay. "What do you do?" "I work in the industry." He didn't need to know which industry it was; I knew he would assume it was the entertainment industry. That was not too far from the truth. "Oh cool. I want to be a producer." "A lot of my good friends do that." Despite changes in social mores, Hollywood was still surprisingly old-fashioned. At least once a week, a producer would call me needing a "new friend" for some celebrity needing some play time without the tabloids finding out. Or they wanted something more reliable than what they could find themselves. The line was moving quicker than I expected. It wasn't long before we were nearly there. "What are you drinking?" I asked. "Are you even old enough to be drinking?" "Well. My ID says I am. And it's a vodka and soda." "Good answer," I said. "For both." I'd really have to see his ID before anything happened. I didn't worry about alcohol. No one would prosecute for just giving an under-age kid a drink. But sex, well, that was a totally different story. "Two Grey Goose and soda." "Nice," Jay said. "Been drinking well tonight." This was almost like shooting fish in a barrel. I would show him a little bit of the good life, and get him used to it. "I'm here on a scholarship," he continued. He had pulled it off well. But then I looked him over again. The subtle flaws that I had missed when I had first examined him were obvious now that I knew to look for them. The shirt, although fashionable, had the awkward drape I associated with a knock-off. His glasses were the same: the color wasn't perfect, and there were some hard edges to the design that I associated with a cheap chain store. Call it Lenscrafters chic. The barrel just got smaller, and the fish bigger. It would be easier than I expected. I handed him his drink. "Cheers," I said. He didn't flinch from my gaze as we clinked glasses. "To success," I said, not specifying what success constituted. I was already running through a list of old friends of mine who would want to have first crack at the young man's ass. "Success," he replied. He was smiling; I wondered what success meant for him tonight. In the end, it didn't really matter what he wanted. So much of what I was going to do with him was going to be about teaching him what he wanted. Yeah, there would always be that initial spark of desire from him; he had shown it in spades. But there was a lot I was going to get to teach him, and in turn, mold it into a core part of not just his sexuality, but also his own identity. We took a sip of our drink, and scanned the crowd. It was a busy night, and on the dance floor, beautiful members of both sexes were out having a good time. As the night wore on, more of the boys were shirtless. Not only that, more of them no longer cared who they were grinding against. It could have been a girl, it could have been a boy. "Fun night," Jay continued. I nodded in agreement. My pocket buzzed. The vibration was just enough to set off my dick. I had been keeping my thoughts high and abstract. But the sudden stimulation jerked me back to the present, and I wondered what his green eyes would look like, staring up at me as his lips were wrapped around my cock. "One second," I said, and pulled out my phone. "Crystal ParTy tonight," it began. It was from my friend ****, who was just as his messages. "One am. Intercontinental, Rm 1902. Bring yourself. Bring a good boy. Bring a friend." "Looking forward. I've got both." I texted back. "$ounds good. eVeryThing covered here." My dick throbbed again. Jay was going to get quite the introduction tonight. I turned to the young man, even if it meant looking up at him. "Friend is having a party. Wanna come with me?" "Where?" he asked, but even in the dim light, his pupils dilated enough to be noticed. "Downtown. I'll get us an Uber." "Awesome," he said. He moved a little closer to me and his lips pursed slightly at the end, like he was waiting for a kiss. Unfortunately, the moment passed. I knew what I needed to do. "Follow me," I said, drinking down the rest of my drink quickly. He followed, gulping down the stiff drink. If I had timed it right, we'd be in the car when the alcohol hit him. "First, text your friends where you're going. Party at the intercontinental hotel." I pulled out the phone again, and held it in front of us. "Quick selfie. My friend wants to see you." I'd also use it to run a fast auction of first breeding rights. The first one turned out perfect, and then Jay wanted one as well. He took a few before the deciding on the best one. "Memories of a fun night," he said. "Hopefully, it is just beginning, I said. "You should send it to your friend as well, so they know I'm not a psycho creeper." I could see him blush, but again, he also moved closer to me. He quickly texted someone. I was close enough I could read the text. "New friend I met. Invited me to a party downtown. See you tomorrow." "Thanks," Jay said, as he hit send. "For thinking of me. I wouldn't have even thought about it." I wondered what his friends would think of the picture. A young man and a much older man. My beard, although still thick, was more silver than brown now, and the wrinkles on my face were becoming more prominent. But perhaps they had already figured out what Jay was just discovering. "It's fine," I said. I didn't tell him how this was an important part of the process. He needed to trust me, to think that I put him first and looked out for his best interests. But I only looked out for my interests. "It's fun to party and meet new people. But remember, not everyone is on the up and up. Not everyone has your best interests at heart." Just like me, I thought. I didn't have to worry about his friends knowing I had taken him somewhere. By the time things got really dangerous, he'd be begging me for it. The best times, they begged me to drug them, to breed them, to infect them. "One second," I said, as I sent a quick text attached to the picture of the two of us. "Fresh meat. Tonight only. Bidding starts at two." I sent it to three of my old friends, Rod, Steven, and Alex. Each of them had a fondness for younger boys, and each of them absolutely loved the idea of deflowering a freshly-minted man. "200," Rod texted back. A few seconds later, Steven replied. "250." "Wanna head out?" I asked Jay. "We can get a cab there." "Sure," he said. I walked towards the exit. I made it a point not to turn around for the first few steps. I knew he would follow me, and he did. He kept close enough to me that I could feel his body heat. I turned around at the steps down off the dance floor. "Need some help," I asked and offered him my hand. He nodded, and I helped him down on to the sticky concrete floor. I thought I detected just the hint of a stagger; the alcohol was just beginning to hit. Hopefully the full rush wouldn't be far off. I had taken the side exit, right by the exit no one knew about. It was just a few steps before we were out in the warm night. "I'll get a uber," I said, and pulled out my phone again. I called for a car, then check the many messages I had received. The bidding was going nicely. "300," then "350", and then "400", quickly followed by "500." In just a few messages, it jumped to 750, and it now was at 90. That one had come in just a few minutes ago. As I unlocked the phone a new message came in. It was from Rod. "1300, with pozzing privileges." There were two things Rod loved more than anything. The first was deflowering young men. The second was infecting them with HIV. "Pozzing is on the table? 1500." Steven also loved spreading his virus. "Hell yeah. 1750," Alex sent me. Alex also enjoyed sharing his virus. My old friends were twisted, nasty men. "2000," Steven replied. "2500," Rod answered back. Jay was going to make me a lot of money, and it wasn't even his first official day on the job. "I'm out," Alex texted the four of us. "Me too. Rod's a lucky pervert," Steven wrote back. "You win," I texted Rod. "I'll swing by and pick you up." "Sounds good to me." I checked the app. The car was still about five minutes away. "Five minutes," I said to Jay. We had stepped out onto a side street and it was dark and quiet. Despite being right in the middle of the busy section, we felt quite alone. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my keys and wallet. From my wallet, I extracted a small bag of white powder. "You ever had a skiing trip?" I asked, indicating the bag. "Skiing?" Jay replied, his face showing his confusion. "You know. Cocaine. Coke." I put the wallet away, and used the key to my front door to scoop up a little mound of the white powder. I snorted it quickly. "Fuck, that feels good." I rubbed my nose quickly. "You want to try?" "I...I...I dunno. Never done it before." He hesitated, but kept on watching me. He was interested, I could tell. "I mean. What's it like?" "You smoked pot?" He nodded. "Anything else?" I asked. "Yeah, molly sometimes." "That's good. It's like molly. Only you're stronger. You're fearless." "I just," he started, but never completed the thought. "Just one hit," I said. "See if you like it. Don't worry. You won't get addicted from one little bump." "You sure?" he asked. I nodded. I also stuck the key back in the bag and pulled out another bump. It was smaller than the one I had done, but for a beginner, it was still plenty large enough. "I mean, I can just..." "Try it?" I said, finishing his sentence. He nodded. "Yeah. You should." I held out the key with its white payload. "Just snort it up." Jay leaned in, pushed a finger against one nostril, and snorted. He snorted a bit longer than necessary. "Damn," he said, right after. "That burns." He trailed off just as an uncontrollable smile of bliss emerged on his face. "But, fuck." He trailed off again, lost in his little private world of pleasure as the cocaine got absorbed by his blood, and delivered to his brain. "It's nice. Just relax. Cab is almost here. If you want, you can do another bump when we're on our way." "Yeah," Jay said. "That's a good idea. This is nice." Another euphoric moan of contentment. "Thanks. Really nice." "Enjoy it," I said. I pulled out my phone. "The boy need any vitamin G?" Rod had texted me. "Why the fuck not?" I wrote back quickly. I turned my attention back to Jay. "A friend of mine wants to join us. Gonna swing by his place, if that's cool." "Oh, yeah, that's cool." Jay was still spinning a bit from the cocaine. My dick twitched, watching Jay ride the first waves of the high. The ease of convincing him to use cocaine meant that all the next steps would be easy. It would not be long before Rod's thick, infected dick was deep inside of him, dripping toxic pre-cum. A white Prius pulled up. I checked the plates; not that I needed to, it was the epitome of Uber-ness. "Here's our ride," I said. I opened the door for Jay. He got in, but I still had to help him. I crawled in after him, as he scooted over to the far side. "9255 Doheny. The tall one." Rod was only about fifteen minutes away. "Good night?" I asked, as we pulled away and into the warm California night. "Yeah," he said. "Pretty busy." I pulled out the baggie, and Jay scooted a bit closer to me. "You mind?" I asked. "Nah. Have fun." "You want?" I asked. "Damn, I wish. I but I gotta drive." I scooped out a big mound. Jay's naiveté was once more working in my favor. He had no idea about doses, much less what his dose should be. The mound was big, perhaps a little bigger than even I would want to start with. It would be just right for Jay. "For you," I said. "Fuck," Jay said, eyeing the mound. He knew it was larger than his last bump, but he had no measure for how it would affect him. "Yeah," he grunted as he leaned in and snorted the mound. "OH. FUCK," he said out, filling the interior of the small cars with his grunts of pleasure. "Newbie?" the driver asked. "Yeah," I said. I scraped another bump, not quite as big as Jay's, and did it. I took a look at Jay; his eyes were wide, and I knew he was flying. I was just nicely buzzed; I would wait for the party before I got properly high. Besides, Rod had promised a bit of G, and I had to be the responsible adult, taking care of Jay. "Doing ok there, Jay?" I asked him. "Oh yeah," he said. "Feels so good," he said. I smiled, and put my hand on his thigh. He was fidgeting a bit, and I held his leg in place. "Just relax. Enjoy it. Don't worry, I'll make sure it's good." "I know," Jay said. His leg stopped shaking, but I could feel the tension still in his body. "It's just hard," he started. "To let go?" I asked, anticipating his next words. "Yeah," he said. I just nodded in agreement. My own bump was kicking in, and I was floating on waves of pleasure. I wanted to see Jay naked. I wanted to see cock sliding into his hole. I wanted to see him bred. But all that needed to wait. It just needed to wait a few agonizing minutes. The traffic was surprisingly light and we were doing good time towards Rod's place. It gave me an excuse; I pulled out my phone and called him. "Yeah. Almost there. Less than 5 away. We'll be downstairs," I said. "I've got the Vitamin G. Mixed it in some Gatorade," Rod said. That was what Jay couldn't hear. "Yeah, bring that. We need something to drink," I said. That was the part that Jay could hear. "See you soon." "That your friend?" Jay asked. "What's he like? What's his name again?" "Rod. Rod Eisenman," I said. I flicked through my phone, trying to find a picture of Rod suitable to show the young man. Most of them were him fucking some hot young boy's mouth or ass. "He's cool. I think you'll like him." I finally found one, him shirtless at some street fair, a pair of thin black suspenders holding up his pants. Whether it was intentional or not, I noticed the top button of his pants was undone. "He looks like a cool dad. The one you can't quite believe is actually a dad." "Yeah, that's a good way to describe him." We were pulling up to Rod's place. "Just pull in under the awning." There was no one else, so I figured we would wait. I rolled down the window to see out better. It was less than a minute before Rod walked out of the front door, a small backpack slung over his shoulder. In addition to the G-laced Gatorade, it would have some lube, a cockring or two, plus a pipe and a stash of tina. Rod was prepared for everything, except for safer sex. He walked around, and got in on Jay's side of the car. Jay got the middle seat. "Hi," Rod said. "I'm Rod. You must be Jay." Rod put the backpack on the floor in front of him. "Yeah, I'm Jay. Nice to meet you." "Good to meet you too. Aiden's been telling me a bit about you." "All set?" I asked Rod and Jay. They both nodded. "W hotel. On the boulevard," I told the driver. "Right on," he said. Rod reached down into the bag, and pulled out a bottle of Gatorade. "Ready for your Vitamin G?" "I'm definitely ready," I said. "And I'm sure Jay will want some. How much is in there?" "I put in three doses." "Perfect," I said. I reached over Jay, and took the bottle of Gatorade from Rod. I opened it and began to drink the sweet liquid. I could just barely taste the bitterness of the GHB. "Vitamin G? Doses?" Jay asked. The alcohol was wearing off, but the cocaine was still making his head spin. "What's that." "Oh," Rod said. "Just some G in the Gatorade. You done it before?" Jay shook his head no. It was one more new thing for Jay to explore this weekend. "You'll love it. Makes you feel warm and happy. Takes the edge off of the cocaine." I drank about a third of the bottle and then I passed it back to Rod. He quickly drank his third, before handing it to Jay. "Your turn. Just drink up," Rod said. The young man hesitated for a moment. Like I had earlier, Rod put his hand on Jay's leg. "Come on. We are all in this together. We'll look out for you." It was as much the tone as the content of Rod's words that got Jay to put the bottle back to his lips and gulp down. "Nice," Rod said. I noticed he hadn't taken his hand off of Jay's thigh. I didn't mind. Rod was paying over two thousand dollars for the pleasure of deflowering Jay. It was bad service to deny him the implicit pleasures of holding the boy's hand. Besides, as soon as Jay was done with the bottle he put his hand on top of Rod's. "How are you feeling?" Rod asked Jay. There was a kindness in his voice, one that I recognized well. It was the tone he used when he was trying to convince a boy to do things. Things like have bareback sex with him or to blast his seed into the boy's body. "Good," Jay said. "Really good." "That's what we want to hear," Rod said. "How do you know Aiden?" he asked, making small chat as the car took us to the night's next destination. "Just tonight," Jay said. "But he's been really awesome." "Of course. He's a cool guy. You're lucky to have met him." Jay's hand was still on top of Rod's. "How old are you?" Rod asked. "18," Jay said. "I'm a freshman." "How has the adjustment been?" Rod asked. "Good?" "Yeah. Still trying to meet people." "Aiden's a good one for meeting people. He'll introduce you to a lot of new friends." I smiled. "Friends" was our code for clients. Rod was a "new friend" for Jay. "I know. He's already introduced me to you." "You feeling it yet? The G?" Rod asked. "I think so," Jay said. "How are you feeling?" "Warm," Jay started. We rounded a corner fast than I expected, and not being belted in, Jay was pushed up against Rod. "Horny," I heard him whisper. Rod smiled. Jay leaned in, and their lips met. It was a short kiss, but it was a kiss. It wasn't an accident or the bumpy road. It was a real kiss, two men pressing their lips against each other. But it wasn't a long kiss. As soon as Jay realized what he had started, he pulled back. "Oh god, I'm sorry," he said.

SPEED BREEDING: Garrett was a self-proclaimed ‘ugly old troll’ but he had a fucking killer dick. His dick was long, thicker than a beer can - I know, I measured it several times and every time I stood in awe –his dick had numerous weird bumps and humps on it like some Medieval fairy tale, and spewed unmedicated POZ cum like an Arabian Stallion. I first met Garrett about 20 years ago at my very first “Sunday Funday” at one of the local gay bars. I don’t really do the whole gay scene, but the friends I was living with after just moving to town the day before took me with them as they were regulars and it was the place to see and be seen on a Sunday afternoon after all the queens had left church. We had not been on the patio of the bar for 5 minutes before my friend tapped me on the arm and held his drink forth like a royal scepter to point at a man sitting just in the shadows of the patio roof, “See him? That one? DON’T EVER talk to him. We NEVER speak with him.” He then proceeded to give the financial review and resume summary of all the ‘DC power queens’ in attendance - those he expected me to bow to, kiss their fucking hand, and pretend like I gave a fuck about their Martha Stewart Living chintz condo. I was at the bar, trying to get drink refills for my two friends and I to no avail. I had moved further and further down the bar trying to get the bartender’s attention and was literally leaning up on the bar on my forearms practically yelling at the jerk and was about to give up when someone squeezed my right arm, “Let me,” he said. It was Garrett. I shrugged, he said one word, “THOMAS!” and the bartender could not turn and pay attention to him fast enough. I was in awe. As Thomas was busy preparing my order I gave Garrett my thanks, “It’s nothing,” he said, “Thomas shows up at my door about four nights a week after the bar closes begging for my dick and load up his ass so the boy knows what’s at stake.” I blanched a bit at his bluntness, turned to see who else might have heard, then Garrett set his hand on my arm again, “I know what your friends over there say and think about me. I know what they all say and think about me. Ask me if I give a flying fuck! Half these fucking queens are ankles up on my bed at least once during the week as I fuck the shit out of them so here’s to you!” Wow - and I instinctively glanced down at his crotch and saw a fucking GIANT bulge straining his summer whites. Garrett’s hand was back on my arm, “You trying to get fucked?” I didn’t know what to say to that either. He spoke up again, “THOMAS! Double shots - Tequila - NOW!” The bartender bobbed his head, stopped the drink he was mixing, and poured four shots of Tequila in front of us. I’m more of a beer guy, but figured what the hell. I matched Garrett shot for shot and was soon stumbling through the crowd as I followed him to a door at the back marked NO ENTRY. He turned the lock, we stepped in, “YOU’RE NEW IN TOWN RIGHT?” GARRETT ASKED, “ I KNOW I WOULD HAVE REMEMBERED THAT ASS. PULL THOSE FUCKING SHORTS DOWN.” I obeyed without question, but once the pain of his raw cock ripping my hole open took the edge off the liquor I begged him to pull out and put a condom on. He just laughed, stuck a bottle under my nose and said, “Sniff this powder,” then kept fucking me. Before I knew it Garrett was rubbing my head like I was a pound puppy, “That’s some good ass boy. Just loaded you up. Here’s my number. Any time you need some good dick you just call.” The door opened and closed and I was alone. I tried to pull myself together, but felt pretty fucked up so when I left the stock room we had been in. I stumbled down the stairs, out to the curb, and caught a cab back to my friends’ place. I was together enough to call the bar from a pay phone, to have them paged, and to let them know I had come home and crashed and was not feeling well. I deflected their questions the next day and really did not think much about what had happened until I found the crumpled up paper in my pocket with the number. I called it. Garrett picked up on the second ring. There was no preamble, “Yeah I remember you. You need some more dick huh? Stop at the liquor store on your way. I need a bottle of Vodka.” Just over an hour and two shots of vodka later I was bent over in Garrett's hallway as he bred me with his massive, deformed, raw dick. With my pants still down around my ankles and his cum dripping from my hole, he led me to his bedroom pushed me onto the bed, undressed me, shoved some coke in front of my nose for me to snort, then handed me a bottle of poppers as he eased back up my cummy ass and started exploring. The coke made me high as fuck and one load was not enough. Two was not enough. Unlike my friends - and their friends - who I knew were prudes and would have had some snide comment, Garrett just smiled, patted me on the arm and said, “No worries. I know just who to call.” Less than 20 minutes later there was a horse dick sized BBC plowing my ass raw as Garrett sat quietly in the living room watching his TV. Once done, with BBC cum odor still filling the air, Garrett smiled, “Feel better? I’m sure you do. I always do after he fucks me. Yes, yes, I know I have a big dick, but as you know, sometimes there’s just nothing that feels better than a big black man fucking the hell out of you. OK. What are you doing Friday night?” I was fucked silly right then and could barely form two words, but Garrett went on, “Look. I throw a party one Friday a month at a parking garage over on P Street. It’s a sex party. Everyone thinks it’s Dean’s, which it is, but he’s the front man really. I own the garage, but that is neither here nor there.” (Not until a couple years later at the reading of his will would I come to realize yes he owned that property, which was bought by Whole Foods, as well as a majority of the club where I first met him, and a bunch of other shit in town that no one ever knew about). “The party attracts several hundred people over the course of the night, but a select bunch are invited into the VIP area. You can make some good cash if you help me. All I need is for you to offer that thick white ass to whoever wants to fuck and breed it - no questions asked. I will give you all the coke you need, it will be totally anonymous - your queenie friends and the fucking royal court will never know you are there let alone part of my Speed Breeding set up. You like? Speed Breeding? One of my guys manages it, but it’s my idea. There are two, maybe three bottoms - total cum dumps - who will have their ass up in a curtained off area. For $20, any top gets 5 minutes to fuck and cum if he can. The more cum you take, the more tips you get, the more money you make. You got a fucking hungry ass and you can still call me anytime you need some raw dick, but I’d really love to set you up for the Speed Breeding. I think you would be fucking perfect - what do you say?” HELL - I WAS DRUGGED UP, MY HOLE WAS FUCKED OUT, AND MY GUTS FILLED WITH CUM - WHAT DID HE THINK I WOULD SAY? Stay tuned for part 2. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Trucker at rest stop. He saw me checkin' out the truckers as I walked by them all to see if any dudes were lookin for some ass. Grabbed my junk a few times to get anyone's attention, and finally one trucker seemed to take notice. I pretended to drop something, bent over in front of his truck, trying to let him know my ass was horny for more cock. Aw yeah, I was still dripping from the 2 loads I took just before, had a huge wet stain on the outside of my pants right on my ass, totally noticeable. The trucker got out and started walking towards the service area, rubbing his package as he went by. I got turned on when I saw his bulge, and that he looked rugged, masculine, like a real man in heat needing to breed. Looked to be in his early-mid 30's, white, facial hair, no shirt, black leather vest, opened, big arms, tattoos, worn jeans w/ precum on his bulge which got my ass horny as fuck! And I followed the sounds of his boots as he quickly walked to the station. Went in bathroom, some young jock was takin a piss. The trucker stood right next to him and whipped out his fat fock and started pissing in the urinal next to him. I wasn't sure where this was going, but now my heart was started to beat pretty hard. There were only 2 urinals, so I pretended to be washing my hands at the sink but was watching the 2 of them the whole time. The trucker kept lookin at the punk w/ no reservations about it. I was impressed but a little uncomfortable until the kid looked over at him, I think he even looked down at his cock! The trucker finished b4 the punk, and while he stood there shakin' it off, I went into a stall. He wasted no time. My knees were on the floor instantly and he was ramming his hammercock down my throat. He was forceful, but I expected him to be. He pushed me off his dick, zipped up, walked out of the stall and signaled me to leave by pointing w/ his thumb, which I knew meant, "C'mon, bitch, this way." The young jock kid was at the sink watching us. I followed him back to his truck. Hopped up in his cab, and from there he took over. He didn't even want me to suck him off anymore. He just instantly grabbed me, spun me around, ripped my jeans down exposing my ass, and told me to give him my ass. Which I did. He called me a few more names while drillin his thick bare dick up my hole. "You like that, huh pig? It was hot as fuck. Then he really started fucking the hell out of my ass, push my face down in the seat, and told me he was about to feed me his load, "I'm not pulling out. Gonna dump my fucking load up your ass, slut." That got me moaning pretty loud. He slapped me around a bit pushing my head harder into the seat and began to moan as he slammed his whole body into my rear, thrusting his big dick further up my hole than he had gotten yet. Felt his dick throb and swell like 5 times as he blew his load deep up my gut... Kicked me out of his truck before i had time to pull up jeans. Went home feeling like a wet sloppy cumfucked raped victim. Oh and the young jock hotty, well I'll let you know how that went later. Let's just say he enjoyed cruising the rest stop that night, too. Need someone to catch this shit on camera sometime! Fuck.

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As they walked from the master bedroom to the playroom, Blackie fondled Alex's hairy butt. "Welcome to Blackie's Pleasure Palace!" He said, turning on the light, which revealed not just the sling, but also a St. Andrew's Cross and a shelf which held floggers of various sizes and a violet wand. Taking in the sights, Alex bent down to kiss Blackie on his cheek. "Blackie, you're wrong! If anything, the Pleasure Palace is you! Your mouth, your cock, your ass, your feet, just everything about Blackie the sexy, sweet, piggy man! Honestly, flogging does nothing for me, but if I'm with a man who's into it, I'll play along. Violet wands can be fun, but they can't compare to the electricity I feel with you! Everything in here is just atmosphere!" "I'm just me, nothing special, but if you see me differently, I'm not about to argue with you!" Blackie exclaimed. "Let's get you into the sling so I can adjust the cameras. Do you want your face shown and my face shown?" Getting into the sling, Alex replied, "Fuck yes! Otherwise, there's no point putting it on video! I need to see your handsome face because it'll show why I'm giving myself to you and my face to show the pleasure you'll be giving me! Make sure to show my ass and your pierced cock and balls! This won't be porn, just 2 men sharing something slightly piggy and highly intimate! By the way, the reason I never asked you to felch Katt's load out of my ass is because it's all the lube I need or want to take your cock and balls!" Blackie lifted Alex's legs and placed then into the straps of the sling. Turning on each camera, he made the necessary adjustments. "Looks like we're good to go!" He declared.

the bareback party I was at last night, basically 3 hours non-stop raw fucking, moving from ass to ass as you say' how many? not sure, at least 15, but may have been more; in the dark spaces as you move around you can't be sure if the bum is one you've fucked before or not. Lots of hot man ass, 100% raw, not a condom in sight

Factor Trump out of this equation - he's simply a kindergartener who we pay to tweet all day. His Administration is who you are really voting for. An administration that, if they could at this moment, would shut down down this site, jail each and every one of you and/or would leave you dead on the side of the road. They have already enacted policies that directly affect you or those around you. And yet, you have people in here looking like loony bins talking about hypnosis and the evil left lizard people while you vote in people that legitimately don't believe YOU should have basic civil liberties. And have said and acted as much. Fuck any policy or bullshit you read on infowars or heard on a Rogan podcast. I will do everything in my power to vote in a candidate that, at the very least, believes you and I should exist and should have the freedom to live our lives as we please. What the fuck is wrong with YOU?

Good start hope to read more seeding soon

I'm in my 60's and grew up at a time when the only way to really meet people was in local toilets. (they are all closed now, sadly). Part of the excitement was never knowing who you might meet. I used to be pretty horny back then and would only want sex - I didn't care who with. Over time, I learned the excitment of being a total bottom, and craving sperm in my arse. I found myself drawn to the older, uglier, repulsive men as part of my excitment and descent into depravity. That has stayed with me, and when the need takes me, I head to the sauna and go into the dark room, bend over a bench and wait in the darkness for the denizens who don't want to be seen to fuck me...

That is perfection. Sweaty cock balls and pits are the best aphrodisiac going x

Cowboy regular's pit "stank" this morning. Got my face right up in them and tongue cleaned both of them. Made out with his "stink" on my tongue and all over my face. Sucked him hard, flipped me over and gave me a good 25 min fucking till he blasted his load deep in my hole. Kept fucking me, churning his cream but I never did get load #2. Promised to fuck me, unshowered, after he mows the lawn next time. Doesn't wear deodorant. Says he reeks when he's finished. My tongue's gonna be all over his sweaty body, pits and buried deep in his sweaty ripe hole. Till he plows another load up my ass.

Not too many guys looking to date a dirty fucking whore like you. pozzed up faggots are what men like me use for the dirtiest fucking and doing shit that you can't do to a normal guy. you're not the kind of girl one takes home to meet the family , you're the kind we fuck in the alley. I love fucking trash but I don't want a boyfriend that half the city has fucked and is a well known cumdump. Just keep bending over, spreading your legs and taking all those loads bitch. That's what you exist for.

Switch it from mom to dad

hot as fuck. haven't read a story as hot as this in a while. keep going

Indeed you are, @Londonbear. Sometimes I think true tops just don’t realise how much effort bottoms go to in order to give them a pleasurable experience: the cleaning out, the diet, the pre-loading, etc. Nonetheless, manners are for everyone, including tops, and I’m afraid I’m not one of those subservient bottoms who believes that tops can do no wrong. He’d have to have a very good excuse indeed if he wanted to use my arse again, and I’m not just saying that to be petulant. The fact is, I would just lose interest in him, especially when there are so many other tops around, as you so clearly demonstrated yourself!

Talked a shy chubby cub into stopping by this morning. He sucked me off over the summer, and we've texted occasionally since. He knows I'm poz and is both scared and excited to play with me. So this am he sends me a message saying he's off today and asks me what I'm doing. I let him know I have to work but if he wanted to come over I'd make some time for him. I unlocked the door and waited for him, laying in bed naked. Soon as he comes in, I tell him to undress and join me. He's looking hot as fuck with his hairy body and beard, and the beginnings of male pattern baldness😛. I start off aggressively kissing him, telling him how happy I am he's here. I roll him over so I can spoon behind him, and start rubbing my cock in his hairy ass crack. I'm rubbing his nipples as my cock is teasing his hole, with my precum making it slick and ready for fucking. I turn on the dirty talk- ask him how my dirty cock feels on his hole, grab his dripping cock and tell him it looks like he's wanting me to make him me whore. He's just moaning a bit, so I tell him to take my cock in his ass. He starts humping back onto my cockhead, allowing it to gradually open him up enough to in a few inches. I hold still, and let him know he now has my dirty cock leaking its juices inside him, and there's no going back now. I push the rest of the way in, and start fucking him in full strokes. After maybe 10 strokes, I hear him cumming and feel him clamping down hard. I quickly thrust in and out a few more times then unload in his ass as I'm groaning. I held him tightly and rubbed his belly, telling him what a good cub he was to finally take my raw cock. I told him to just relax and let my load soak into him, as I keep gently stroking his hole with my cock. I reached for his cock and fondled it, telling him it was just like mine now- dirty and able to breed. It grew hard again in my hand, and I told him what a good pig he was gonna be. His excitement got me harder, and I did something I rarely do. I fucked him a second time having never pulled out from the first, and that load felt bigger than the last. He eventually licked my cock clean, and I let him know I needed to get going. He got dressed and I gave him one of my old t-shirts to wear. Black with a pig snout made of biohazard symbols. He laughed, but he put it on. Glad he let me be the first poz cock to unload in his ass. And hoping he keeps coming back for more.

Um. Dude. Trump "renegotiated" NAFTA and the resulting treaty was basically the same as the original one. And if you choose to vote for him, you're cutting your own throat. They WILL come for us. Faggots are expendable. IN fact, Pence and his christianist minions will take great pleasure in sending you off to a camp with brown children.

Life goals right there. 💓

I find dirty old men HOT. When I push my pussy up against the glory hole at my local gay sauna, it's the thought of pervy ugly guys using me that I find horniest

Taboo and kink are only scary because traditional society has shunned them. But they are totally natural and I always give into what my body and mind want instead of worrying if it’s normal. I craved loads so I took them when I was 14. I craved hiv so I chased hard when I was 18. Don’t think about anything else.

In my ear;y 20's - I always had the craving to be fucked constantly in my teens once I took my first cock. But I supressed it for about five years until I could no longer resist and have spent every year since being an absolute unashamed cockpig and cumslut.

10. Jay Even after Doug dropped his thick load in my hole, his dick remained impressively hard. I had expected his shaft to grow limp and for his pace to slow down before his dick fell out of my well-fucked hole. But instead, Doug's shaft remained hard and he continued to thrust in and out of my hole. Each stroke pushed the accumulated jizz deeper into me and spread it out along my hole. Just six hours ago, I would have never dreamt of being fucked so intensely. But now, after several guys had used me, each one depositing his load inside of me, it felt almost natural. "Fuck," I moaned. Aiden was now standing in front of me, his body pressed up against mine. I was sandwiched between these two men, their bodies pressed up against my own torso, holding me in place as one of them forced his dick into my almost virginal hole. Even though it was a rough, aggressive fuck, I felt safe between the two men. Doug was nibbling on my back, whispering something I couldn't quite catch, but made me feel safe. "Oh god, that feels good," I grunted. Doug had just pressed the full length of his dick into me and pushed a thick load of spooge deep into my guts. It felt so honorable and perfect to be taking these loads and, in the moment, I couldn't imagine any other way to fuck. "Damn," I moaned once more. "Feel good?" Aiden asked. I nodded in reply. I was starting to lose track of where I was, of what had happened. All I cared about was that feeling of dick in my hole. It was a little scary letting go and letting Doug take such advantage of me. But It felt so fucking right at the same time. "It's good," Aiden whispered in my ear. "Let him fuck you." I lost myself in the deep, repetitive thrusts. Doug was an expert cocksman, and he knew how to fuck me. Plus, as Doug pounded my hole, Aiden held me tight, kissing me and whispering reassurances in my ear. I could feel his cock press against my groin and my leg; it was just as hard as Doug's and I couldn't wait to feel it in me. Despite enduring the reality of Doug's cock, I lost track of time, pushed forward by dreaming the fantasy of Aiden's dick. "You gonna cum again?" Aiden suddenly interjected. I looked back, as best I could with Aiden's broad arms wrapped around my torso. I could just barely see Doug in the low light. His face was locked in an ecstatic determination; he was on the edge of cumming a second time. I tightened my ass; I wanted to milk that load out of him and make him anoint my hole once more with his fluid. "DAYUM," Doug grunted, and he slammed his cock deep into me. "Fucking sweet hole on you boy. Getting a second load. Fucking milking me dry." "Give it to me," I moaned, and pressed back against his dick. In my gut, I felt the familiar warm bloom that I now knew to mean Doug had just shot another load into me. There was a second and a third jet of cum into me; the sequel was at least as good as the original. "Fucking hungry hole on you boy," Doug grunted in my ear, as he shoved his dick back into me, and spurt twice more into my hole. "You and I gotta play again soon. I'm gonna have to get to know this hole properly." He shoved his dick back in once more, and a sixth spurt of semen landed in my gut. The warmth from his cock was spreading across my body and made me feel protected and safe. Although I hardly knew Doug, I felt comfortable around him. Certainly, comfortable enough to meet with him again and to let him cum in my hole once more. "I'll make sure that happens," Aiden said. Doug had stopped pounding my hole and I felt his cock soften. I squeezed my hole one last time, in order to get the last drops of semen from him. I was dreading being empty but at least Aiden had promised to fuck me next. "Do that," Doug said and he slowly pulled his dick out of my hole. "I can't wait." He leaned against me, his hairy chest now wet with sweat from his intense fucking. "Looking forward to our next time," he whispered in my ear. "I'll make sure it's a big load." "Me too," I said, although my mind had already leapt ahead, hungry for more dick. I didn't want to wait to get back to Aiden's apartment; every second without my ass being filled was an eternity of torment. I wanted Aiden to fuck me right there, in the open and in front of all these unknown men. "So badly," I managed to say, right as Doug stood up, and stepped back. "Can't wait," Doug said, and he left me, still in Aiden's arms. Aiden leaned in and kissed me. It was a long kiss, deep and intimate. I let his tongue explore my mouth and longed for his cock to do the same. As he kissed me, Aiden let his hands drop down, finding my ass, and gently pulled apart my butt cheeks. The air was cool against my exposed asshole, but it felt good. I spread my legs slightly, giving him easier access to my hole. "Feeling good?" he whispered in my ear. "Yeah," I said. "Really good." "You want to go back to my place?" he asked. "And I can finally get into that hot ass of yours." He pushed a finger against my hole. It slid in easily, using the accumulated lube from all the men who had the pleasure of fucking me. "Damn," he said. "That's a wet hole." "Doesn't have yours in it yet," I said. "I want you to cum in me." I was surprised but not shocked to hear myself say that. It felt natural to ask another man to cum in me, especially a man like Aiden. "Don't worry," Aiden replied. "I'm gonna cum in you. Many times. But not before getting to enjoy this hole." His finger had slid deeper into me, but it was more a cruel tease having neither the length nor the girth of what I felt trapped behind his underwear. "Let's go," he said and kissed me long and deep. As we kissed, another man came up behind me, and pressed against me. For a moment, I thought it was Doug returning, but he was both shorter and less hairy than the earlier man. "I heard you had brought a new friend," the stranger said. Aiden broke off the kiss, and looked up, over my shoulder at the new man. "Edward," he said, smiling. "Yeah," he said, turning me around to face the new man. "This is Jay. Jay, meet Edward." I looked him over; I guessed him in his mid-thirties, a bit shorter than me, but sporting a big cock in his tight white jockstrap. He had a beard, and there were flecks of grey in it. Even though he was shorter than me, I could feel the masculine power and energy radiating off of him. I wanted to get down on my knees in front of him and worship his cock. "Hi," I said. I was almost blushing; despite my arousal, my dick was still limp. I was embarrassed for a man like him to find me like this. I wanted to ask him to fuck me, but somehow, I wasn't able to say it. "Hi," Edward said, then turned his attention to Aiden. "Damon told me about him. Sounds like he's just the way I like." "I know how you like them," Aiden said. "That's why you can't have him. At least not tonight." "Ha!" Edward said. He turned back to me. "Aiden's taking care of you?" he asked me. I nodded in agreement. Aiden had wrapped one arm around me and the other hand was covering my too-soft dick. "You been having fun?" he continued. I nodded as well. Edward reached down and pushed Aiden's hand out of the way. He played briefly with my cock. This time I did blush, ashamed of my impotence. But he only brushed lightly over my cock and instead settled on my balls. Edward squeezed them gently. It was just enough for me to gasp slightly; that elicited a broad smile from Edward. Aiden pulled me a bit closer to him. "He is taking good care of you," Edward said. Still holding onto my balls, he continued. "You been partying tonight?" My feeling of befuddlement must have been obvious. "You know, smoking the glass pipe?" He squeezed slightly, a reminder that I had to tell the truth. I remembered the pipe Tucker had shared with me. "Yeah," I said. "I did." "That's my kind of boy," Edward said, but Aiden didn't loosen his hold on me. He pulled out a thin black case. "You want to keep the party going?" he asked. He turned to Aiden. "You mind if I share a bowl with the boy? You want to join?" "It's been a while for me," Aiden said. "A few months now." I blushed again, and my cock shrank even more. I had just admitted to using drugs in front of these two men. I wondered what Aiden would say next, right after he had said he hadn't used in so long. "But I bet the boy would enjoy it." He turned to me. "I know you can handle it. Just know your limits." A pause, then he turned back to Edward. "Know your limits too," he said, with a bit of an edge in his voice. "Of course," Edward said, with a hint of defensiveness in his voice. But it disappeared as he smiled, holding up a glass pipe just like the one I shared with Tucker and Damon. "You sure you don't want to share?" he asked. The pipe was close enough that I could see the details I had missed the first time, the details like the slight imperfection at the edge of the hole at the top, the milky whiteness of the long tube, or the beautiful crackle of the white drug in the bowl. Each one drew me in and reminded me how good I was feeling. I didn't want to stop it, not yet at least, when there was still the rest of the night to play with Aiden. "You go first," Aiden said to me. "Do a good hit for me." It wasn't clear if he was giving me permission to do party with Edward or if he was saying that he was going to join the two of us in sharing the pipe. I remembered how it had felt when Damon had shotgunned the hit to me with his dick buried in my ass. I wanted to share that same feeling of closeness with Aiden. But first, Edward lit the torch and held it under the glass bowl. I watched as the drugs melted and smoked, and then he stuck the stem into his mouth. He inhaled slowly and carefully, draining the bowl several times. Once his lungs were full, he took the pipe from his mouth, and stuck it into mine. "Do it," he said to me, holding the torch under the bowl. I had gathered the basics from earlier, and following Edward's lead, I inhaled deeply. The clouds were so much smoother than the weed I normally smoked, and it was easy to take a big hit. "That's what I want to see," Edward said. "Now, hold it for me." As he spoke, I could see him exhale a thick cloud right into my face. "That smells good," Aiden said. "Brings back memories." "Do a hit," Edward said. "Just enough to get you in the mood." "I'm not sure," Aiden said. I wanted to tell him to do it. I wanted him just as relaxed and carefree as I was. I wanted him as intense as Damon had been. "Shotgun him," Edward told me. I leaned back, and Aiden met my lips with his. I exhaled my hit into his mouth and he inhaled, letting his lungs fill up. "Fuck, that's hot." He was stroking his jockstrap, his bulge straining against the fabric. Aiden and I kissed more, his tongue exploring my mouth. "That's good shit," Aiden said, finally exhaling the thick cloud. "Really good." "You know I have the best," Edward said. "You want another hit?" he asked. Aiden paused for a second, thinking. Finally, he spoke. "Yeah," he said. "I do." He smiled at me. "But give it to him," Aiden continued. Edward put the pipe back in my mouth, and we enacted the now-familiar ritual of heating the drugs and inhaling the thick clouds. I kissed Aiden again, and exhaled the hit. We repeated this twice more, the two of us feeling the freedom of the crystal hitting our blood. "Do one with Edward," Aiden finally said, as he exhaled a dense white cloud. "Fuck yeah," Edward said. "You ready for this?" he asked. I nodded, and he took the pipe from me. He stuck it in his mouth and I watched him hit it. Once more, he took his time, making sure the bowl was always full of the white vapors. "I like partying with you," Aiden whispered in my ear. "A lot," he said. I was transfixed Edward, watching him continue to hit the pipe. I had the presence of mind to nod. The drugs were hitting me hard and the familiar sexual urges were ricocheting around my head. "Me too," I finally said. "Good," Aiden said. "We'll do that." Edward took the pipe out of his mouth and smiled at me. "Your turn," he said, and pressed his mouth against mine. There was no mistaking who was the dominant man here; before I realized what I was doing, I had opened my mouth and let his tongue force its way into me. He exhaled and a condensed cloud of pure bliss filled my airways. "You got a pipe?" he asked Aiden. "I think I do." "Tell you what," Edward said. "If you have Jay here return it, you can borrow my pipe. Just in case." My heart jumped. As I gasped, the cloud escaped my lungs and engulfed my head. "One more hit for you, I think," Edward said. He put the pipe in his mouth. It was still warm, so it only took a second before the bowl filled up. This hit was bigger than the previous one. "Sounds good to me," Aiden said. "I bet Jay would like that. Wouldn't you Jay?" I heard Aiden, but I couldn't take my eyes off of Edward. He was staring at me, his brown eyes studying me, seemingly seeking out my weaknesses and vulnerabilities. "Yeah," I finally said, immediately worried that I had taken a step too far. Edward removed the pipe. He winked at me, then leaned in and we kissed. I expected him to exhale immediately, but instead we kissed. I was hungry for everything he would give me -- his tongue, his drugs, but most of all, I was once more craving cock. "Yeah," I said, taking a second to catch my breath. "I would like it." Edward exhaled and my lungs inflated with the thick cloud. I had no real idea what drug I was taking, but it was the last thing I was concerned about. All that mattered was getting another hit. "We're going to have so much fun," Edward whispered, his lungs now drained into mine. "Just the two of us. Getting to know each other properly." He reached down and grabbed my balls. He squeezed, once more finding that perfect pressure right at the edge of pain. "I'm going to have so much fun with you." He squeezed just a little harder and I gasped. The thick cloud escaped, and my head was swirling with agony of his playing with my balls. "Careful, now," Aiden muttered. There was a growl in his voice and my hole twitched at the depraved masculinity. "Right," Edward said. He released his hold on my balls and in relief, I exhaled the last of the hit. Edward stepped back and stuck the pipe and torch back in the case. From the waistband of his jockstrap, he pulled a small baggie, and put it in the case as well. "Teener for you. I want it well smoked when you bring it back." "Don't worry about that," Aiden said. His arm was still wrapped around me, holding me tight, seemingly protecting me from Aiden. "He's gonna be wanting more soon enough." "And I've got it," Edward said, grabbing his crotch. He had the cocky swagger of a confident older man which let him pull off such a bro move. "Leon's here tonight," he said to Aiden, before closing the case and handing it to him. "Perfect," Aiden said. "I'll make the connection." "Aiden knows my number," Edward said to me. He leaned in and kissed me one last time. "Looking forward to our time together," he said, before disappearing back into the crowd. Once more, it was just Aiden and myself. He turned me back around, facing him. "Let's get ready. I can't wait to get inside you." I nodded in agreement. My mind was racing, thinking about everything that we would do, and I didn't want to wait. I leaned in and kissed Aiden. "I want you inside me," I said. "So badly." I pressed my body against him. His cock was hard; I reached down and tried to pull his underwear off. "We have all night for that," Aiden said, as he pushed my hand away. "One last friend for you meet." We stepped away from the corner, and Aiden pushed his way through the crowd. "If I know him, he'll be by the bar," Aiden said, as he pulled me through the mass of men. The men were less dressed, and most were coated with a layer of sweat that came with fucking. Occasionally a man would grab my ass; once a man pressed his finger against my hole. I had to force myself not to reach back and spread my ass open for him. The crystal had hit me hard; all I could think about was getting close to another man, feeling his hard penis press into me, and then shoot a big load in my hole. I remembered how warm I had felt when the other men came inside me and how safe and protected it made me feel. I wanted to feel that feeling again. "I see him," Aiden said. "By the bar, of course." I looked over to where Aiden indicated. There was a pool of light illuminating the table; there were various bottles of liquor and beer all over it. There was a guy a little shorter than me with thick brown hair and a beard. He looked like he was only a few years older than me. Like the other men in the room, he was naked, except for a dark green backpack slung over one shoulder. "Leo," Aiden said. "Wow. Aiden Wolfe. Didn't expect to meet up with you," he said. "How's it going? And who's your friend?" He looked up and checked me out, lingering on my still-soft dick. "Leo, this is Jay," Aiden said. He turned to me. "Jay, this is Leo, another old buddy of mine." "He means I was his dealer," Leo said. "I see you've been enjoying your night here." "He has," Aiden answered for me. "And looking to keep the party going. You got a teener?" "Of course," Leo said. "$75." "I'll get my wallet," Aiden said. "Take care of Jay while I'm gone." "Of course," Leo said, and pulled me in close. His furry chest brushed against mine and his cock hit my thigh. "You're a sexy one," he whispered in my ear. The thick fur of his mustache tickled a bit, but also sent a tingle down my spine, right to my hole. "Thanks," I murmured. I was trying to stay still, but every muscle in my body was taut, dying for the merest brush of his body against me. "You too," I said, and finally forced myself to reach out and stroke his cock. It had been easy to see that he was already erect, but it took touching him to realize just how hard his cock was. It wasn't as huge as Damon's, or what Aiden seemed to have, but it was still very respectable, with a good thickness to it. "You want that inside you?" Leo whispered in my ear. "Yeah," I replied. "Me too," Leo said. "First time here?" I nodded. "Yeah," I said. Leo glanced down; even in the narrow space between us, I knew he could see my cock. Unlike his rugged and erect manhood, my cock was still painfully soft. "Partying, I take it?" "Yeah," I said. In the moment, I was totally unable to meet his eyes, and felt myself blush. "It happens. I took a V," he said. He leaned in and kissed me. His beard was softer than I expected when it rubbed against my face. "Can I fuck you?" he whispered to me as he broke off the kiss. "You are so fucking sexy." "Yeah," I said. I shivered in anticipation. His dick was warm against my skin. It would feel so good when he slid the full length of it into me. "Please. Fuck me." "I haven't cum yet tonight," he said. The crystal racing through my veins allowed me to believe him when he said it. I wanted to get every drop of his cum in my hole. "Give it to me," I said. Aiden was going to be back any moment, but it didn't matter. No matter how close Aiden lived, it was still going to take too long to get to his place, and I was ravenous for sperm. I had already taken so many loads, one more would not matter in the slightest. "Just fuck me." "You're grabbing it by the horns," Leo said. "You're gonna remember this night good." He spun me around and pushed me down over the bar. As I got face to face with a bottle of "naval strength gin," my ass popped up. "Fuck," Leo said. "That's a well-used hole." Before I could say anything, he stuck his face in my crack and began to lick my hole. "Fuck," I moaned, as his beard rubbed over my throbbing anus. I was suddenly thankful for how soft his mustache was; it would be near agony for me to endure stiff bristles. "Oh fuck," I moaned again as his tongue gently pressed into my hole. "Fucking cummy hole," he said. "Guess you like to get barebacked, huh?" I grunted and nodded. I knew there was something I needed to be sacred about, some reason why "good boys" didn't get barebacked by strangers. But it was hard to remember, especially as Leo's tongue pressed into my hole, licking up the sperm that had dripped down. "And you get bred too, huh?" I nodded again. "Breed me," I moaned. I had seen online porn where the girls had moaned like I just did. I now understood why they moaned and how bad the need could be. "Give me your seed," I grunted, no longer caring what Leo thought of me, so long as I got his load. "Fucking bareback that hole," Leo muttered. He was rubbing his dickhead along my crack, getting it lubed up and ready to penetrate me. "Sweet, spermy hole," he continued. He had stopped stroking his dick and was now lining it up with my hole. "So fucking wet," he said, and pressed it into me. There was a moment of sharp pain, but it quickly dissipated as Leo's cock pressed into my sperm-filled guts. As the accumulated sperm coated and lubricated Leo's cock, the feeling transmuted into utter bliss. I was getting fucked, and I was loving it. "I see you made short work of him," Aiden suddenly said. I looked to my right; he was standing there holding his pants and shirt in one hand, my cargo shorts and tank top in the other. "Yeah," Leo said. "It was easy. Your boy is in heat tonight." Aiden draped our clothes over a nearby bar stool. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue probing deep in my mouth. It felt nice to have him near me, to be tenderly making out with me even as another man fucked my hole. "Just want to make sure he has a good time tonight." "Well, I know what will help you two have a great time," Leo said. Aiden looked down, and I suddenly noticed a plate right next to me, already set up with the now-familiar glass pipe and torch. "Go ahead," he said. "Sure," Aiden said. He stuck the pipe in his mouth, lit the torch, and started to heat the bowl. "Forgot how fucking good this shit is," he said, as the first bit of white clouds appeared in the bowl. "Get yourself twisted," Leo said. "Jay would appreciate it." "I know," Aiden said. He ran a hand along my back, starting at my ass, and ending up resting on my shoulder. "He's definitely a catch." He returned his hand back to the pipe, gently rolling the stem as he inhaled deeply. Leo forced his dick into my hole, filling me up. I gasped, but at the same time, tightened up my hole, trying to keep him inside me for as long as possible. "Oh fuck," Leo moaned. "He's a hungry one." He pulled his cock out slightly, then pushed back in. It reminded me just how deep I had been fucked over the course of the night and how much spooge was still deep in my guts. "Here," Aiden said. I looked over my shoulder. Leo leaned in and pressed his mouth against Aiden's. It was hot to watch the two men make out and see the beards of the two men pressed together, as Aiden's salt-and-pepper whiskers mixed with Leo's dark brown fur. I wanted to make them happy, make them feel like real men, strong and dominant. I already had one of their cocks in me, and it was only a matter of time before Aiden would fuck me as well. Aiden exhaled the hit into Leo's waiting mouth. "Fuck that was good," Aiden said. "This one is for you," he said, looking right at me. I pushed myself up a bit, careful not to disturb Leo's cock, still lodged deep in my asshole. Aiden put the still-warm pipe back in his mouth and started to inhale even before the torch was under the bowl. "I want to see you get nice and high," Leo said. I wasn't sure if he was talking to Aiden, me, or both of us. In a thick white cloud, he exhaled the rest of the hit. It drifted down towards me slowly, as Aiden continued huffing on the pipe. Leo continued. "Does he know how horny you get when you are tweaked?" "He's gonna find out," Aiden said. "Aren't you?" He exhaled a small hit, just enough for me to get the slightest hint of its scent. My ass throbbed, anticipating the pleasure of one more hit from the pipe. Aiden put the pipe back in his mouth. This time it was the hit I was going to take, a long, slow, intense draw from the pipe. I wondered how much was too much, but quickly decided that I wasn't there yet. "Please?" I grunted. It was for both of them, for Leo to force his cock deeper into me, and for Aiden to force his hit into my lungs. I remembered how Damon had held his hand over my mouth and nose. For a second, I missed Damon's forthright intensity. But then I remembered the terror of the encroaching blackness. But then, Aiden leaned in for the shotgun. His beard was stiffer than Leo's, more like a man's whiskers should be. It scratched slightly, but I still willingly opened my mouth and accepted his hit. It was thick and intense, and I felt the rush of the drug almost immediately. "Fuuuck," Leo grunted, as he watched just how much of the cloud still dripped out from between Aiden and myself. "That's gonna get you in fucking orbit!" "Me or him?" Aiden asked. "Both of you, I guess," Leo said. This hit was more than I wanted, coming so quickly on what Edward had fed to me. But I didn't care. Leo's cock was lodged in my ass and Edward's tongue was deep in my mouth. I was happy and the drugs were not going to make it any worse. "Glad to see you back with us," Leo said. Aiden leaned back and kissed Leo. "It's nice to be back. One more for you?" Aiden asked. "Of course," Leo said. "It'll do you good too." "I know," Aiden said. He started to heat the bowl again. "So, fucking good. And so nice to be sharing it with men like you." He put the pipe in his mouth and used his free hand to brush my back. It was another long, careful hit from the pipe, and then he kissed Leo. The two men made out longer than they needed, enjoying the carefree liberty the drugs gave them to simultaneously explore their masculinity and sexuality. As they kissed, Leo's cock throbbed and he leaked some of his pre-cum into my hole. "Fuck," Leo grunted, struggling to keep the cloud in his lungs. His pounding had been steady and intense, and he would not be able to hold his breath for too long. Still, from the way that one hit had affected me, he had potent drugs, and even the few seconds would be enough. "Yeah," he said. "Good drugs. Good men. Good fucks." He exhaled, and kissed Aiden one more time. "You want it?" he asked, turning his attention to me. "Hell yeah," I grunted. "Fucking breed me." He was just one more man in the night's slow parade, but he was still every inch a man. It was his birthright to cum in me, and I would not deny it. "Load me up." "Is he?" Leo asked. He had leaned into Aiden, and I almost didn't catch what he said. "No," Aiden said. "Not yet. He's spoken for, but he's definitely needy." "So needy," Leo said. He was talking about me, saying that I was needy. I didn't know if I was supposed to the proud or ashamed of the label. But in my cum-soaked gut, I knew it was true. I had lost track of the loads I had taken, but they were nowhere near enough. I needed cum. I would always need cum. "Give him what he needs," Leo said, slamming his cock into me. "Fuck," I grunted. The cum in my hole was still lubricating Leo's cock, but it would not last forever. I needed a refresher, and luckily, Leo was right about to explode. "Breed me," I moaned, squeezing my ass tight around Leo's hard cock. "Damnnn," Leo moaned. He slammed his cock into me one last time and exploded. In contrast to Doug, Leo's orgasm was blistering and intense, his hot cum spraying from his dickhead and literally burning my insides. I must have twitched, because Leo grabbed my hips and held me in place. "Need you to take this load," he muttered. "Oh god, it's so fucking hot," I said, scrambling to acclimate myself to the stiffness of his orgasmic cock and the heat of his fresh semen. "You’re fucking cumming in me."

9. Aiden "Fuck, you're a hungry guy," I said, whispering it into Jay's ear. He turned to me and smiled. The innocence of his smile belied his position; the boy was bent over, with a muscular man burying his manhood in the boy's hole. Unbeknownst to the boy, that fur-covered man was infected with HIV and it was far too late for Jay to protect himself. Of course, every boy I found attracted attention from a certain circle of collectors. There were always men who appreciated the special pleasures of a first edition. Jay smiled again. His smile was amazing. Even a hardened pimp like me could see that Jay's smile was what set him apart. He wasn't just the latest sequel in an increasingly tired story line. His smile made him something unique and special. Men were going to want to make him their own for more than just a few hours and those men were going to be happy to pay for that pleasure. "It feels so good," Jay said. Between the distant, far-off stare in his eyes and his soft, flaccid cock, I had been pretty sure that Tucker and Damon had introduced Jay to the pleasures of crystal. "So wet," he continued, his words slurring a bit. His voice confirmed my suspicions. He had partied. It was a perfect set-up for me. I would get to voice my disapproval before giving into his pleas to join him in the party. "Oh FUCK," Alex grunted, as he pushed himself back into Jay. There was the final spasm of his body as the last of his balls emptied out into Jay's hole. Alex gasped for air as Jay pressed up against the hairy man. Jay's metamorphosis into a cum-crazed, drug-fueled slut was well on its way. I had started it, now it was my responsibility to take him all the way. "Fuck," Alex moaned again. Alex leaned in. "That was fucking amazing. We gotta play some more." He winked at me. "Aiden has my number." Rod had paid handsomely for his privileges, but that didn't mean that other men wouldn't be able to enjoy the pleasures of breeding Jay. Besides, Alex had chosen to medicate his disease; unlike some of the men at the party, his semen was harmless. "I'll make sure you two connect," I said. I wasn't sure if the two men heard me. Alex had pulled out and spun Jay around. The men were kissing deeply as the savored the afterglow of the orgasm. "Connection," Jay murmured. I could see him struggling to put together sentences as the drugs hit him hard. It was the perfect time to pull him deeper into my world. "Yeah," I said. "Connection. That's good." "It is," Alex said. He pushed Jay towards me. The young man wrapped his arms around me. His body was hot and sweaty against my skin. I felt his heart pounding. "Aiden's a good guy," he said. "Make sure he calls me," he said to me. "Of course," I said. I pulled Jay closer to me. "Having fun?" I asked him, as Alex disappeared into the crowd of men. "Yeah," he said. I leaned in and kissed him. He barely struggled as my tongue pressed into his mouth. I could taste the bitter remnants of the crystal plus the salty hints of pre-cum. It was hard to believe that Jay had never even kissed a man, much less one fuck him. But if he was to be believed, this was all new to him. "I want to fuck you," I said. The boy's reaction was immediate and predictable. His hand reached down for my crotch and found my cock straining against my underwear. "Damn," he said, as he ran his hand over my bulge. "I want," he started, but then couldn't get out the rest of the sentence. I let him off easy and kissed him again. "I want you to fuck me," he finally managed to say. I reached down and guided his hand into my underwear. His fingers brushed against my cockhead. "You like this, don't you?" I asked. He nodded and wrapped his hand around my shaft. "You like getting fucked, don't you?" Jay continued to nod. He was still holding onto my erection. "Yeah," he said. "I do." He smiled again, and it was hard not to slide my dick into his wet, sloppy hole right then. "You want to fuck me?" he asked. "Now?" He had pulled it together enough to ask the only questions that mattered to him. I wanted to pound him hard and load him up with my strain of the virus. But the night was young and before the sun rose the young man's hole would still be able to make me some money. "I was thinking," I said. The boy's face fell. He wanted dick. Any dick. My dick. "After this," I said. He perked up a bit. "Maybe we can go back to my place. Just you and me. And just spend some time together." He was smiling now. That was the pleasure of a boy like him. Exploring being a bottom and tweaked out on crystal, he couldn't contain his desires or control his actions. "Would you like that?" "Yeah," he said, blushing. "I would. I'd like it a lot. I like you" I shouldn't have worried about turning Jay. He was a natural crystal whore. "I like you too," I lied, even as I kissed him again. He would learn soon enough that as much as I liked him, I liked the drugs and money his ass could bring even more. "There's one more old friend here. I want you to meet him," I said. "I'd like that. And I'm looking forward to after. With you." "Me too," I said. I was looking forward to the few hours we would get to spend together. But his reasons were not my reasons, and my reasons were the ones Jay needed to be afraid of. My cock twitched in anticipation, in anticipation of being part of the destruction of his innocence. We kissed once more, but I broke it off. "Come on. One more friend. I know you're going to like him." "Ok," Jay said. Any delay before his next dick was more than he wanted. Even if we didn't find Doug immediately, the chances were high that any interruption was going to satiate Jay's cravings. "Is everyone here hot?" Jay asked, as we navigated through the mass of men. Some were just talking, but more were making out, sucking, or fucking. I doubt Jay noticed, but there was not a single condom in evidence. "Hey," someone said from alongside me. I recognized the voice and when I turned, I saw Dennis. Officially, he worked at the bath house nearby, but unofficially, he was one of my steady and reliable sources for party favors. Given the time, he must have come straight from the bath house. I looked him over. He was just the kind of interruption that Jay needed. Dennis had on a pair of tennis shoes and a leather band around his left wrist. His cheeks looked a little more sunken than I remembered, his body looked a little more wasted than before. However, one thing hadn't changed; his thick cut cock was just as big as ever. It was hard to tell if the decline was due to his virus or his drug habit. Either way, he was just the kind of new friend Jay needed to meet. "Dennis," I said. "Wow. Great to run into you." "Yeah," he said. He looked over to Jay and looked him up and down. "New acquisition?" he asked. "Dennis, this is Jay. Met him at a club tonight, and thought he'd enjoy the party here." Not that it was needed, but I put an emphasis on "party." "Hi," Dennis said, reaching out for Jay. Jay was momentarily stunned, unable to take his eyes off of Dennis's thick manhood. Even before the boy could react, Dennis had pulled Jay to him. "Having a good time tonight?" he asked Jay. "Yeah," Jay said, then let Dennis press his lips against Jay's mouth. The two kissed. Dennis wrapped his hands around Jay's torso and sought out the boy's butt cheeks. "A lot of fun," Jay managed to say, before Dennis started to rub the boy's cheek, reducing the young man to soft moans of pleasure. "You want something up there?" Dennis asked. Jay could only nod. "You want to get my dick up there?" Jay nodded again. Dennis looked at me. "He free?" "All yours," I said. I wasn't going to make any money off of this encounter, but it would be worth it. The next teener from Dennis would likely be suspiciously large. Not to mention Dennis had stopped taking meds nearly six months ago. He has explained he didn't want to be putting too many chemicals in his body and he wasn't going to give up his party favors. I didn't care for the reasons. All it meant was that Dennis would give Jay his first injection of high viral load semen. "Can I cum in you?" Dennis whispered into Jay's ear. I was close enough to hear it. He looked up at me. He wanted permission to do what he wanted to do. "You want it, don't you?" I whispered. "You want his cum, don't you?" Jay nodded. "Tell him. Let him know what you want." "Yeah," Jay finally said. "Please. Cum in me." Dennis smiled, and spun Jay around. "You ready?" Dennis asked. "Lubed and ready?" "He is," I said. I didn't bother with asking Jay; I didn't care about his answer. Dennis would be the fourth guy to fuck him tonight. Jay already had four loads up there not to mention all of the pre-cum. The accumulated fluids would be enough for Dennis and his thick Latino cock. It would have to be enough for Dennis. Dennis hadn't bothered waiting for my response. He had already lined his cock up with Jay's hole. As soon as I gave him permission he pushed his shaft into the boy. "Oh fuck," Jay grunted. His tone was a combination of pain and pleasure; he was more than willing to endure the pain for the obvious pleasure. "Oh FUCK," he grunted again, as more of Dennis's cock disappeared into Jay's tight hole. "Feel good?" I asked, directing my question to Dennis. "Hell yeah. So tight. And so fucking wet, too" He grabbed Jay's hips, and pulled the boy all the way down on his dick. "Needed a slut like this." "He's yours to use." "He ready for a full-blown fuck?" Dennis asked. Jay wouldn't know the significance of the phrase, but I did. Full-blown AIDS. It was no wonder that Dennis looked worse for the wear; between the damage his virus was doing and the heavy toll the illegal drugs took, his body was struggling to stay healthy. "Full-blown?" I asked. "Yeah," Dennis said. "Full-blown. Found out a few weeks ago." "Damn." I turned to Jay; he was bent over, legs slightly spread, giving Dennis the best access to his unprotected hole. My dick twitched, thinking about Dennis's cock dripping his AIDS-infected pre-cum into the hapless young man. I was not going to tell Rod what had happened; Rod had paid well for the pleasure of infecting Jay, and I wasn't going to be a buzzkill. "What are you doing?" "Enjoying every second of it," Dennis said. "Sharing my gift." I leaned in to Jay. His face was agonizing pleasure. He knew he was getting fucked. He knew he was getting pushed to his absolute limits. But he knew he was powerless to stop it, powerless against his animal instincts to get fucked. "You want Dennis's gift?" He nodded vigorously, blissfully unaware of what he was agreeing too. "You want a full-blown fuck?" Jay nodded again. His fate had been sealed hours earlier, completely without his permission. "So big. So hard," he grunted, as Dennis shoved his cock in and out of his hole. "Fuck me," he moaned. "Fuck me hard." "Good boy," I said, and stroked his curly hair. I kissed him, this time allowing his tongue to explore my mouth. He was vulnerable and weak, and I was going to take full advantage. "You're going to let Dennis cum in you, aren't you? Let him give you his gift?" "Please," he nodded. "Cum in me. Give me your gift." He had no idea what he was saying. He was just parroting back what I had said. But it was enough. I kissed Jay once more. I was sad that in his very first night with me, his innocence and purity was going to be so utterly destroyed. But there was money to made in that destruction, and I was not going to let it go waste. "Make me proud," I said, before standing back up. "Give him his first full-blown breeding," I told Dennis. "Fuck yeah," Dennis said. The full length of his Latin dick disappeared into Jay. Deep inside of the boy's body, Dennis's engorged dickhead had begun to drip a thick, dirty fluid into Jay's unprotected body. Correctly used, the fluid was designed to ease the process of impregnating a woman. But tonight, this was a fluid made for infecting a man. It would lubricate Dennis's thrusts into Jay's body and already had more than enough virus to forever change Jay. "Does he know?" Dennis asked. "No. Hasn't even asked," I said. Jay didn't seem like he was all that stupid; the club where we had met was a hang-out for college kids. If he wasn't stupid, that left only two other options; he was either naive or high. Or, most likely, both. There would be time later to remind him about his weaknesses and mistakes. By then, it would be too late to make any difference at all. The futility of his rage would make the moment all the sweeter. "My kind of twisted pig," Dennis said. His cock disappeared back into Jay's hole, where the Latino's poisonous pre-cum could best do its treacherous work. Of course, every man who had cum in Jay: Rod, Damon, Alex, and now Dennis had delivered a toxic payload. That Dennis was so much further along than any of the others made the fuck so exciting to watch. "I'm sure you guys can find time to play more," I said. I didn't want to deny Dennis his pleasures, especially with the unique load he was going to deposit it Jay. But, I was eager to give Jay my own load. It was the best perk of my job; there was always a selection of fine young men to breed. "You want Dennis's load," I asked, turning my attention back to Jay. His eyes were glazed over, and he struggled to even focus on me. "Yeah," he mumbled, "Cum in me," he continued. His words short and clipped and he struggled to form even a simple sentence. "Fill me with your seed." Dennis pulled me back up and gave me a quick kiss. "Fucking sweet hole your boy has. Wanna seed that tight, unprotected hole." I put my finger to my lips, reminding him to be discreet about his desires. "Oh damn," Dennis grunted. "Stealthing a boy," he whispered, "Fucking stealthing the college boy." He pulled almost all the way out. His cock was slick with ass juice and dick snot, but before I could appreciate it properly, Dennis pushed it back into Jay. "Take my load," he grunted, as the familiar spasms of orgasm wracked his body. "Take my fucking load." He took one hand off Jay's waist and wrapped it around me. Although he acted the tough Latin top, my dick had found its way into his muscular hole more than once. His kiss was not unexpected, and I let him explore my mouth. "Breeding your tasty new neg boy," he whispered into my ear. "Blasting him full of my poz cum," he whispered, just barely loud enough for me to ear. Even though I had already made plans for my own toxic seed to be injected into Jay's hole, I was still jealous of Dennis. He had gotten there first and with semen even more AIDS-ridden than mine. But as Dennis pressed his tongue back into my throat, I realized that there was no need for jealousy. All three of us were getting off on the experience. "Fucking give it to me," Jay moaned, as the warmth of the semen spread through his body. "Fill me, fill me" he continued. "Fill me," he repeated several times. "Charging him up," Dennis grunted. Even in the middle of orgasm, he had the presence of mind to not say it too loudly. My own dick was straining against my white underwear, a wet spot growing on the left from the steady drip-drip of pre-cum. I needed to get inside of the boy soon. I wasn't sure if I could even wait for the last man of the night to have his way with Jay. "Fill him up for me," I replied to Dennis. Jay was going to be even better if he was dripping by the time we left the party. Besides being the perfect lube for fucking, the semen would make it easier for last shard of crystal to dissolve in his ass. "Fuck," Dennis said. "I needed that." He began to pull out, taking his time to work his load into Jay's unprotected hole, and ensure that every drop stayed inside the young man. "We gotta do this some more," Dennis continued, as he pulled Jay back up. He pulled all three of us into an embrace which devolved into a three-way kiss. "My balls are drained," he said. "Into my hole," Jay said. "Drained into my ass." "Yeah," Dennis said. He reached down into his socks and pulled out a business card. He handed it to Jay. "I work six to midnight, Wednesday through Saturday. Come by. I'll make sure it's a party." It was a free pass to the bath house. I took it from Jay and tucked it into the waistband of my underwear. "I can carry it for you." "And one for you," Dennis said, handing me as well. Between Dennis and my boys, I hadn't paid admission in ages. But the card was useful; it almost always got me an extra gram or two of favors. Dennis gave Jay one last lingering kiss. "I want to see you soon," he whispered into Jay's ear, before gently pushing him to me. Even before I could say good-bye, Dennis disappeared into the crowd. It would be only a few minutes before he would be in heat again and shortly after that, another poor boy would get his ass filled with pozcum. "My hole is dripping," Jay said, as he wrapped his arms around me. I wrapped my arms around him, letting my hands seek out first his ass cheeks, then his crack and finally his fresh young hole. He was right. There were a few drops of cum leaking out of him. "It happens," I whispered into his ear, as my finger ran around the edge. "It's a reminder of all the men who have been inside you." He rubbed up against my bulge. "I want you inside me," he said. "I want your cum too." "Come on," I said. There was still one more old friend I wanted Jay to meet. Doug had thick salt-and-pepper chest hair, that lead down to a good-sized dick that remained dangerously hard all-night long. He had come out in his forties, pozzed out a few months later, and had been sharing his gift ever since. "One more guy for you to meet." "I just want to play with you," Jay whispered in my ear as we threaded our way through the crowd of men. "Me too," I said. "But soon enough," I continued. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of grey under a light. Even with just the glance I knew it was Doug. "This way. You gonna let him fuck you?" I asked Jay. "Yeah," Jay said. "I am. I'm gonna let him fuck me good." The bluntness was the crystal talking. I was going to have to re-stock before we left; I wanted him totally acclimated to the party and play experience. I pulled Jay close, and we kissed. As we made out, a familiar figure came out of the crowd and pressed up against Jay. "Jay," I whispered into his ear. "Meet Doug." "Hi Doug," Jay murmured. He leaned his head back, and the two men kissed, before I helped Jay turn around. "Nice," Jay said, before he leaned into Allen and kissed him again. The two men were closely matched in height, the younger one a bit taller. "You're a sexy one," Doug said. His hands were already grabbing Jay's ass and I was not surprised to see his fingers disappear into Jay's crack. From the gentle moan that emerged from Jay, Doug had managed to find the boy's hole. "And a hungry one," he continued, winking at me. "Why don't you get to know Doug a bit better," I told Jay. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. "Get his dick wet for him." Doug's cock was already semi-hard; it would take only a bit of attention from Jay before Doug would be sporting his infamous titanium-stiff fuck rod. "Yes, Sir," Jay said, and started to lean in. "Wait," Doug said, and reached down. He carefully removed Jay's glasses, folded them up, and handed them to me. "Don't want to get them dirty," he continued, before guiding Jay's head onto his dick. "And I want to see those beautiful green eyes of yours." Jay greedily swallowed Doug's cock. Just semi-soft, it went easily into Jay's mouth, as the boy looked up at the older man adoringly. The men may had wanted the orgasmic relief that Jay had brought them, but it was clear from Jay's desire that the boy needed their cum far more. "Oh fuck," Doug moaned. He ran his hand through Jay's curly hair, gently pulling the boy further down on his cock. "That feels so good." "Can he take it all?" Doug continued, looking back at me. "You won't know until you try him, will you?" I said. Eventually, Jay needed to be able to take Doug's cock without a second thought. The more practice he got, the sooner that day would come. "This I'm gonna enjoy watching." "Almost as much as you're going to enjoy face-fucking him?" I asked. I had seen Doug destroy a boy's throat several times. I wondered if he was in his mood again tonight. "Almost," he said. He turned his attention back to Jay. "Ready?" he asked Jay. His tone made it clear that there was only one answer. Jay nodded, not taking his eyes off of Doug's body. "Right on," Doug said, and grabbed Jay's skull between his two hands. He held Jay in place effortlessly. The two might have been just about the same size, but Jay had submitted entirely to Doug's mature masculinity. "All the way in," Doug said, and pushed his dick into the young man. "Ooomph," Jay grunted as Doug's shaft hit the back of his throat. His eyes bulged slightly, not yet expected the full-bore assault on his throat. He closed his eyes for a moment, fighting to keep his body's natural reactions under control. When he opened his eyes again, there was still the terror of gagging, but with the steely resolve of a born cock-sucker questing for his true sustenance. "All the way," Doug said, smiling, as he pushed another inch of his cock into Jay's throat. "Make me feel good," he said. Jay was struggling under the assault, but correctly, all of his efforts were in the service of making Doug's cock feel good. "Oh damn, that's nice. So wet. So warm." Doug leaned back against me with his eyes closed as he enjoyed the pleasure of the blow job. "He's a champ," he muttered, just enjoying the masculine pleasure of getting sucked off. "Not even gagging on my dick." I looked down. His cock was a solid rod now, rigid and unyielding, despite the turns Jay's throat demanded of it. "Oh, hell yeah," he grunted, as the last inch disappeared into the young man's mouth. "Mmmmph," Jay grunted, as he forced himself to get used to the thick shaft filling up his throat and blocking his breathing. "That's it," Doug said, turning his gaze back to Jay. "Show my dick some mouth-love. Massage my dick head with your throat and make me drip right into your gut." Jay gulped, swallowed, but remained focused on Doug's cock. "Damn, you haven't even gagged. Now, I want to fuck you." He pulled his cock out, leaving just the head in Jay's mouth. His shaft was glossy with Jay's spit; it would be enough to lubricate it when Doug slammed it into the boy's hole. "You wanna get fucked, boy?" he asked. "Fuck me?" Jay replied, his mouth still full of Doug's dick. He was still staring at Doug, as if the slightest blink would mean that the hairy daddy and his hard cock would just disappear from in front of him. "We don't have to do it, if you don't want to." Doug was not one to pass up a tight young piece of ass. Especially one that was rumored to be HIV-negative. "But," he began, as he stroked the young man's cheek, his thumb running over the light stubble. "But, it would be so nice to share that with you. Really get to know you." He smiled at Jay. "Your choice," he finished. "Please?" Jay replied. "Fuck me? Give me your load?" I doubted that Jay had even processed what Doug had said. The pent-up desire from so many years not getting what he needed was all that he could think about. "Fuck me, please, Doug." "That's what I want to hear from my boy. Fucking eager to get his ass pounded." Doug pulled his dick all the way out of Jay's mouth and pulled the boy back up. "Turn around and show me that ass." Jay did as he was told. We had all gotten used to the dim light, yet Jay's ass seemed almost to glow, it was so white and perfect. He bent over, and spread his ass cheeks apart, offering up his tender and abused hole. "Fuck," Doug grunted, as he spit on his dick. "That's an ass I could fuck all weekend." "That's always an option," I said. Doug was more than good for it, and his infected sperm would find Jay's ass a very fertile ground to flourish and grow. "I know Jay will be very appreciative of any gifts you could give him." "Ohhh, damn," Doug moaned. He pressed his raw cock into Jay. Jay's hole opened up easily and allowed the older man's hard shaft to penetrate into the boy's guts. "Ohhh, damn. That's even better than your throat." "Fuck, daddy. Your cock. It's so hard." Jay wasn't thinking; he just instinctively called Doug "Daddy." Not that it mattered. Doug had fucked his way into the Daddy Hall of Fame years ago. "Yeah boy. You're going to take my dick. Take my cum." "Please, Doug. Fuck me." Jay was pressing his ass up against Doug's groin, taking every inch of Doug's cock and fucking himself deep and hard as the older man stood there. "Give me your load." "How many have fucked him already?" Doug asked me. I had to think a minute. "Four guys," I said, counting in my head; there had been Rod, Damon, Alex, and Dennis before Doug. "And five loads." "Charged up?" "All of them," I said. "But he doesn't know." "Fuck, that's hot," Doug said. "Fucking hot." He grabbed Jay's waist and held him in place as he forced his dick deep into the boy. "Fucking breeding him." "Charging him up," I whispered into Doug's ear. It was the depths of the night, when time slowed down and what little decorum we had started with disappeared. It was time to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh and all of the dirty, sleazy fantasies that could come true. "Infecting him," I continued. "Damn, Aiden," Doug murmured. "I'm gonna fucking breed his hole." "Please, Doug," Jay said. "Cum in me." "Breed him," I said. Just for Doug to hear, I continued. "Fill him up with your poz cum." "Oh fuck," Doug said. "Getting close," he grunted, and slammed his cock deep into Jay. "Fucking on edge here," he continued, his breath shallow and fast as he stood at the edge of orgasm. "Give it to me," Jay said. Any doubt in Doug's mind about Jay's needs were erased with that statement. "Fucking load me up." I wondered if Jay had any idea what a dangerous game he was playing. So much of what he said was coded language for bug-chasing and pozzing. But he was so helplessly naive that it was hard to believe it was anything other than him parroting back what he heard the men around him saying. "Oh, hell yeah," Doug mumbled, as his body shook with the spasms of orgasm. "Fucking take my hot load," he grunted. His hips bucked and forced his dick deep into Jay's body and his cock unloaded its deadly payload deep into the young man. "Take it all!" "God, that feels good," Jay said, as Doug forced his dick into the boy. "Fill me up." "Give him what he needs," I said. This time, it was loud enough for Jay to hear. All three of us knew that Jay needed sperm; only two of us knew the deadly extra that the boy was getting. "Give it to him deep." "Oh, hell yeah," Doug said. "This is only the first load," he continued. He slammed his cock in and held it. "Fucking sweet ass." "You gonna fill me up again?" Jay asked. Even listening to him closely, I couldn't tell if he was excited or scared by the prospect of a second load in such quick succession. "Hell yeah, boy. I've got another hot load for you. You think you can take it?" "I want to," Jay replied, not quite answering Doug's question. It didn't matter. Doug was going to seed the boy regardless of Jay's desires, and I was more than happy to hold Jay in place while Doug took his time fucking his poz load into the boy. I switched positions, from behind Doug to facing Jay. He was smiling, but it was that distant, desperate smile of a tweaker. He didn't care who fucked him, or how hard he was fucked, as long as he got a load of cum at the end. "Fuck yeah," Doug said. Over Jay's shoulder I saw him wink at me. Jay's ass had been lubed up by his poz load, and it was now time for Doug to properly enjoy his newest boy. "Gonna work that load into you." "Do what you need," I said. I looked right at Jay. "I know he can take it." Jay's eyes locked on mine; he was simultaneously excited and terrified at the possibility. He had realized exactly what he had signed up for and wasn't yet sure if he could follow through. "He's made me proud all night." I was not going to make this any easier for him; seeing him at the very limits of his sexual endurance only made my dick drip even more of my own toxic miasma of virus, semen, and sperm.

It just seems to take practice and not being afraid to gag if you have to. You just have to keep going. Gag a little. Then keep going. The thing I've noticed is that if I've got the cock totally covered in spit, I'm less likely to gag on it when it goes deep. Deep-throating generates even more spit as well, and once that gets going it's even easier. So I think the secret is to just drool all over that cock and don't be afraid to get messy. Also that thick gloppy spit that comes from deep-throating is the ABSOLUTE BEST lube for fucking. So that's another great side benefit of deep-throating.

Epilogue - A Ring of Fire: A black hand snatched the wad of cash - my tips from the Speed Breeding and anonymous dick/cum I had taken - then he took the keys to my apartment Garrett was holding, and as Garrett stepped back, smiling like the twisted fucker he was, the black bouncer/guard I had teased earlier filled the doorway and said, “HIS PARTY IS OVER. MINE IS JUST BEGINNING. YOU READY FOR SOME BBC SLOW, DEEP, ROUGH BREEDING? NONE OF THIS SPEEDY SHIT - I PLAN TO TAKE MY TIME OPENING THAT ASS PUSSY UP AND FILLING YOU WITH NICCA NUTT” Before I replied I gave him and up/down once over look and my ass shivered in anticipation. He was tall, stocky, with a full beard and a GIGANTIC steel pipe snaking down the right leg of his jeans that even soft was fucking impressive. Garrett patted me on the shoulder and laughed, “I’ll see you at home - good job tonight.” My black escort called out behind him, “Don’t wait up.” I smiled at his boldness, bent over to pick up my shorts, shirt, and full bottle of cocaine Garrett had left for me and yelped as two, calloused fingers started violating my hole as his other hand pressed down on my back. “How many loads you take in that ass tonight,” he asked? I ignored the question as I snorted some powder, wiped my nose, and started to push back, riding those digits. He chuckled, “Fucking bitch - you’re in heat huh? Like I told you, YOU TEASING THE WRONG MAN.” He growled, “I ONLY FUCK WHEN I KNOW IT’S ALL GOING IN - EVERY INCH - and IF THAT MEANS MAKING THAT SHIT BLEED AND TEARING YOU OPEN TO GET IT, I WILL. I AIN’T PLAYIN. I TAKE WHAT’S MINE. Now that pussy ass is mine. You ain’t ready yet and frankly never will be until I get done fucking is the first time.” All that talk just made me want it and want it now and I started moaning and riding his fingers harder even as he tried adding a third and turning his hand from vertical to horizontal to cut me up and stretch me out. The sharp pain was joyous and I pushed back on it. He started slicing and dicing my wet hole as he continued, “I’M TELLING YOU NOW. YOU AIN’T READY, BUT I’LL GET YOU CLOSER AND AFTER YOU’VE SHOWN ME YOU CAN BE A REAL WHORE AND SLUT FOR GOOD BLACK DICK - NOT THESE PANTY ASS WHITE DING A LINGS THAT SNUCK THROUGH HERE TONIGHT - BUT REAL NICCA DICK - WHEN I THINK THAT PUSSY IS SET, YOU WILL CRY, SCREAM, TRY TO RUN AND I WON’T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT CAUSE LIKE I SAID, THAT PUSSY ASS IS MINE NOW. SO QUIT DICKIN AROUND, GATHER YOUR SHIT AND COME ON.” Damn it! What do you call it when a bottom is left hanging like that? Tops get blue balls but what do bottoms get? Blue asshole? I followed him out of the warehouse and had to hustle to keep up. He quickly crossed the street and entered a short alley that cut the block in half and ran between a little neighborhood grocery store and an old bar that only seemed to be open for the daytime drunks. He stopped, turned fast for such a big guy, put his hand around my throat and shoved me against the brick wall, “Hold my fucking lighter for me, then once I start hitting my pipe I want you to get on your hands and knees and lick my boots.” I paused, “What if someone comes by?” I garbled. He just shook his head, “Like I give a shit. They can either watch the show or join in.” Then, with only the glow from his lighter as I tried to hold it steady, he reached down, rolled up cuff of his jeans and extracted a silver case from the top of his Timberlands. I watched as he deftly removed a glass pipe that had a stem about 3 inches long with a gum drop sized bowl on the end. He then stuffed a wadded up piece of Chore Boy metal cleaning pad that he had pre-balled and burned a bit to get the orange coloring off into the bowl. Next he tapped a big yellowish rock out of a little baggy, set it on top of the metal wadding, latched the case close and slid it back into his boot top. He took the lighter, kicked me, “Get on your fucking knees - wait - take them shorts off so I see that ass - there you go - now get on your knees and clean them boots.” I started slurping on his Timberlands as the BBC flicked his lighter, got the rock melting, then inhaled. I reached up to stroke that long dick I was so eager to taste and feel and got knocked up side the head as he coughed out a toxic cloud, “FUCK THAT SHIT OFF. KEEP YOUR FUCKING HANDS TO YOURSELF AND THAT TONGUE ON MY BOOTS. YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO SERVE A REAL MAN - THAT STARTS BY OBEYING AND KEEPS GOING BY YOU ATTENDING TO MY NEEDS. RIGHT NOW - MY NEED IS YOU TO BATHE MY TIMBS WITH THAT TONGUE. LATER - MY NEED WILL BE TO BREED YOU SO DEEP YOU’LL GET FLUID IN YOUR LUNGS - NUTT PNEUMONIA.” Having finished up the rock, he reached down with his calloused hands, patted me on the head, took his metal case back out of his boot, set the pipe back inside, tucked it back in and said, “Get up. Get your shorts on. Come on.” About a block away as we headed east we paused at the corner. We stood by the vacant building for about 5 minutes - him tweaking and me snorting coke from my bottle. A few cars were on 14th Street, but it was not until one slowed, then circled round the block and came down the side street that he moved. He eased out to the edge of the sidewalk, the car stopped, window rolled down, the black guy inside leaned over and he and my bouncer escort exchanged words. The car then backed up away from the lit corner and turned it’s lights off. I followed along and the driver got out, walked to the passenger side, and leaned against the door as we approached. My BBC bouncer pulled the wad of my cash tips from his pocket, peeled off a $10, handed it to the guy, who smiled, unbuckled his pants, and dropped them to the pavement. “Suck his dick,” I was ordered. I looked from one guy to the other and while I wanted to get fucked, got on my knees, grabbed the guy’s hips and started slurping. I didn’t care if someone might walk by - which given the location and time of night was unlikely and the fact that my BBC bouncer was standing behind me watching. “SUCK THAT DICK YOU WHORE - SUCK IT!” the car’s driver said as he started pumping my throat. I did for a bit, but my B.I.C. (Bottom In Charge) role took over and I pulled back, looked up, and breathlessly asked, “Want to fuck me?” That got me a hard boot to the back as a silent ‘shut up’ from my BBC guide, and as the driver did not respond I shrugged, and focused on working my mouth hole instead. The driver’s hands grabbed the back of my head and he started thrusting, pumping, and filled my mouth with a pint of man cum. Satisfied I had sucked him dry he let go of my head, I leaned back, he zipped up, walked around the front of the car, got in, and drove off. I got off the sidewalk and the BBC bouncer said, “You still need to learn. A man’s needs is not always about getting pussy - well it is - but sometimes a nicca just wants a quick blow job or BJ. You need to learn about the niccas here. Take the dick however they offer it. If they are in their car, they are usually just looking for a quick blow job before heading home. If you need more, you need to offer a little something - a little cash but also offering to take it unwrapped is good - they like whore pussy they can pop and drop a nutt in. Now, you’re gonna have to do better if you want me to fuck that ass.” Damn! I had to hustle again to catch up as he headed back to the corner at 14th. “Hey, I never got your name,” I said as I got up to him. He paused, looked at me and said, “No, you didn’t.” Fuck that was hot! Here I was following some anonymous BBC, taking anonymous loads on the street because he said so, all because I was a dick hungry cock hound. I was busy snorting from my bottle when he did a quick step across the street ahead of an oncoming car. I had to wait for the car to pass then practically run to catch up. We turned east on P Street and a block up, crossed over to Logan Circle Park. Tall, wiry bushes had turned what was once a broad walkway into the small park into nothing more than a slim, game trail. Another example of DC’s failed government back at the time. Shadows moved off to the sides - sounds of sex could be heard, voices low, bodies smacking together, and as we got to the middle of the park I could see a small group of men standing under the statute of Commander John Logan astride his horse, looking forlornly over the rundown park. “Stay here,” my BBC guide said. Bits of light randomly shone from the streetlamps that circled the park. Any lamps within the park were long broken, but there was enough light to make out the basics. It was also starting to approach morning, yet a dark and overcast one. Fitting for the dark places I was being taken in DC’s underbelly. I looked down at the remnants of an old park bench, which now was nothing more than a metal leg/end piece bolted to cracked concrete and a few bits of rotten wood. I took my bottle out, snorted some coke, and watched as my guide eased up to the group, shook some hands, then turned his back to me as he did his business. Was he finding me more dick? “Are they going to fuck me?” I asked as he came back to where I was standing. He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me back down the path a couple of steps and quietly said, “No. Something else to learn if you are going to chase street dick is that it’s almost always best to catch guys who are alone. Sitting alone, walking alone, driving alone. Those dudes up there? They’re here for business - slinging dope, rock, needles, whatever. Now, they don’t bother folks who come here to fuck around they just don’t want to be bothered and if you had gone up to ask them if they wanted to fuck you’d get beat down. True - I know some of those niccas would roll up in that ass another place - another time - but this is their business time.” I looked crestfallen and swayed a bit as I snorted some more coke. “Easy there pussy boy,” my BBC bouncer said as he steadied me. “I want you fucked up, not dropped out, cause I’ll leave your ass where it falls. Don’t worry. I came here to get as much rock as they could offer with that nice wad of cash of yours. When I fuck you, I want to be lit as that makes me horny as shit and I want you lit too. You’ll see - the pipe will make you climb my dick like a pro – at least for the second round. You’ll be lucky to stay conscious for the first one. I also got someone here for you to see to see how good of a whore you are and then - then if you do my man right, we’ll see about what comes next.” Well that perked me right up and in my excitement I ran right into the back of my BBC guide who had stopped in the middle of the trail, seemed to orient himself, then pushed through a small gap in the bushes on the left side of the path. Lucky for me he was tall and created a darker shadow to follow. He only went about 5-feet before he stopped, and asked, “How’s it going Russell?” I stepped up beside my guide into a small space that had been beat out in the middle of a bunch of the tall bushes. There was a black guy who was clearly homeless sitting on the ground, smoking a hand rolled cigarette, his face highlighted by the cast from a little fire burning in coffee can. My BBC guide pulled out my stack of tips that he had left, peeled off a $5, tossed it on the ground and said, “I brought you some white ass. Got a fresh boy here who’s trying to learn to be a good street whore and I know with how things are, you don’t get pussy like you used to. Figured you could use some.” The homeless man groaned as he stood up, looked at me, “You trying to take some dick boy?” he asked. I looked from him to my BBC bouncer and back. Yeah I had taken the guy on the street corner up from Garrett’s house who was begging for money, but that was really my only experience with homeless dick and somehow this seemed - ‘worse’. “Yes,” I said. He huffed liked he didn’t believe me. I dropped my shorts, turned, “Come on, stick it in me,” I said. He laughed, “What? You think I lay up around here with a hard dick just waiting for pussy to stumble on by? You got to work my shit first. Nice ass though. You gonna let me bust one in it? Want me to wipe my dick off a bit before you start sucking it? No? Jesus man, think you may have a real freak whore here.” I got on my knees, careful not to tip over the coffee can fire pit and although the dick he pulled out of his pants was crusted, ripe, and smelled like an outhouse, I gobbled that stink stick down. My BBC guardian stood behind us watching and smoking a fresh rock on his pipe as I worked the flesh pipe in my mouth, got it hard, turned around, and let him push it into my ass. “I WANT YOUR CUM IN ME RUSSELL, FUCK IT - FUCK ME GOOD - YEAH JUST LIKE THAT,” I said as the filthy 10-incher pushed in and out of my hole. “CREAM MY WHITE PUSSY MAN, PU T THAT LOAD IN, FUCK IT HARDER, GO ON, HARDER, PLEASE – CUM IN ME…” A few minutes of me talking dirty later, Russell was close, “YOU A NASTY ONE AIN’T YA? HOT DAMN THAT’S GOOD ASS - READY FOR THIS CUM IN THAT ASS? DON’T PULL AWAY NOW - I’M JUST ABOUT THERE - JUST ABOUT THERE - HERE YOU GO - FILLING THAT WHITE ASSHOLE UP - FILLING YOU UP WITH MY DARK ROAST. PUMPING THAT PUSSY FULL WITH MY BIG LOAD.” Russell kept jamming my hole as squirt after squirt was added to the cum remnants already inside me. Finally spent, he yanked his dick out, ordered me to clean it off, and once done, plopped back down on the ground and tossed some more bits of paper and refuse in his coffee can fire, fanning the little flames to life. My BBC guide tucked his pipe back into his boot top, led the way out through the bramble path, and before we cleared the brush he stopped, turned, grabbed me by throat and pulled me close. His beard tickled my face as the wisps of crack smoke from his lungs tickled my nose, “Reach down and touch my fucking dick,” he ordered. I would have gasped in wonder if his hand had been looser. All I could do was gurgle a bit. “Seeing that shit made my dick rock hard. FUCK! If it was later at night I would take your ass right here - let you bleed out in the bushes as I rape that pussy to death - maybe another night,” he warned. I shook with anticipation. He let go, we cleared the brush line, he stopped, looked around like he was getting his bearings, then smiled, “I got the perfect place to go next. Spot be hopping 24/7.” We headed zig-zag north a few blocks, then cut to the west, back over to 14th Street, then further north, and cut west again to 15th. At W Street we turned left and immediately veered right off the sidewalk onto a paved path. My BBC guide had been laser focused on our destination and had barely said two words to me. He seemed like he was jonesing for his pipe – about as bad as I was in need of his - and when I pulled out my bottle of coke to snort some he snatched it from me, stuffed it in his pocket and said, “No. No more. You need to do this next part without flashing that damn bottle to the fucking world. Safer that way, plus I need you ready for the pipe.” He now paused, looked around, there were a few passing the intersection a block over on 16th, but otherwise the streets were quiet. “This is Malcolm X Park,” he explained with a wave to the dark, unlit, path. “The park runs oh several blocks up the hill. The white folks call it Meridian Hill Park. Trying to white wash it like everything else in this city. For now, it’s still the place to go for 24/7 freak shit. Drugs, street trade, just niccas looking to hang and smoke, get a blow job, fuck some ass or pussy. Once we walk through them posts there you stick close. If you with me, no one will fuck with you - well they will - but you know, they won’t try to rob or hurt you or shit. About half way up is a spot I know. Used to be a pump house or something for the fountain that is cut back deep into a wall. I know we’ll find the freak shit there that I want – them rough street trade niccas that will gang rape that pussy good and get it ready for me.” I suddenly got nervous and touched his arm, “Won’t we get busted or arrested or something?” I asked. He laughed, “ Fuck no! The cops know better than to go in there even in the day. Neighbors too. They all stay out, that is of course unless they scoping. This is where shit goes down and oh, right about now, we’ll run into the dudes who have gotten off the night shift, or have been at the after parties and too fucked up to go home, or are fucked up enough to get down on the DL, or guys like me who can come here and get what I want by force if need be and no one saying shit. Hell, I think the cops and the city like leaving it like this. Rundown, overgrown, lights all broken and shit. Cheaper, but keeps the wild shit in a central spot. Otherwise you’d have brothas and the Latinos, and the Maryland boys spread out from Adams Morgan, to Logan Circle, to Capitol Hill trying to find some little spot to get into just a minute of innocent trouble.” Sure didn’t sound like anything innocent happened in this place. Like Logan Circle’s park, this one was overgrown, strewn with trash, lights were busted, and as I gazed up the multi-tiered fountain and steps that cascaded down the hillside, I thought this would be a fucking awesome Halloween haunt. Only it wasn’t All Hallows Eve - it was a hazy morning in the nation’s capital, yet I still hoped for some demons to spawn inside my living flesh. “Wait here,” my BBC guide said as we got about halfway up the Hill and angled off to the right into a thicket of hollies that opened before stone archway. Flickers of lighters and matches were like Polaroid snapshots of the men milling about inside. Two guys passed me heading back the way we came. The looks they gave me were a mix of curiosity and a warning like I was treading on ground where I didn’t belong. A few seconds later the bouncer rejoined me, wrapped his hand tight around my throat and put his face close to mine again, “It’s time. Time to get that ass fucked good. My buddies say the spot’s jumping this morning with limited options, so that means you’re gonna get all the fucking nicca dick and nutt you can handle. Here’s how this is playing out. You and I are going in there and off to the back and side is a stone bench. I’m gonna sit back, kick out my feet, hit my rock, and watch the fucking show. You - you are gonna get naked, get on your fucking hands and knees and lick my boots again. Then - then you are going to experience a RING OF FIRE.” “What is a RING OF FIRE?” I asked. Fingers squeezed tighter to cut off any other questions. “A RING OF FIRE IS A BBC GANG RAPE SPECIAL. THE CALL HAS GONE OUT TO EVERY FUCKING CRACK HEAD IN THE PARK - THAT’S WHERE THOSE GUYS WENT OFF TOO. SOON THIS ALCOVE WILL BE BRIMMING WITH BROTHAS ALL LOOKING TO LIGHT THEIR PIPES UP AND STAND IN A CIRCLE - CREATING A RING OF FIRE AROUND THAT WHITE PUSSY ASS AS ONE AFTER ANOTHER DICK IT DOWN, NUTT UP, AND TAG OFF. YOU MENTIONED YOU TOOK A FEW DICKS THE OTHER NIGHT AT SOME GUY’S HOUSE WITH HIM AND HIS HOMIES WATCHING THE GAME. THAT’S LIGHT WEIGHT SHIT. YOU IN THE RING NOW WITH HEAVY WEIGHT ROCK STARS. COME ON. WHILE WE WAIT, YOU NEED TO GET READY AND THE FIRST FLAME TO GET LIT IN THIS RING WILL BE YOU - TIME FOR YOU TO BECOME A CRACKHEAD WHORE! TIME FOR YOU TO GET BURNED BY THE RING OF FIRE SO THEN IT WILL BE MY TURN AS MY SEED NEEDS TO COME OUT AND BURN THAT ASS!” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

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

PART 4: I had not even been in DC for a week and here I was ready to be a gangbang-train run-slut whore-raw bottom for any dick that paid $20 at the city’s biggest sex party. If my friends could only see me now - HA! Garrett - my new landlord/employer/fuck buddy led me to the warehouse/parking garage he owned where the sex party was going to be. We stopped in an alley between the warehouse and a few apartment buildings that faced Rhode Island Ave. He leered at me, held out a brown bottle of coke, had me sniff up, then asked, “WANT A QUICK LOAD UP THAT ASS BEFORE WE GO IN? BEFORE YOU BECOME THE QUEEN - APOLOGIES - THE KING OF SPEED BREEDING? IS THAT ASS READY?” Garrett’s ugly troll dick spewed thick sludge like a sewer pipe and I was tempted to ask if I could stay there in the alley to get fucked, but sighed when he insisted we go on in. The place seemed deserted, but as we walked towards the front, I saw people setting things up - running wires, stocking basic bars, dumping bags of ice into chests full of cans of beer, and more. Garrett explained as he gave me the grand tour, “These parties started out small. Some little basement up off Florida Ave, but after I bought this place, I offered to go in as a partner with the guy who does most of the organizing, and it didn’t take long to literally blow up. This is a warehouse/old parking garage, so lot’s of great spaces to use. We get all the DC queens, but guys come in from Virginia, down from Maryland and Baltimore, fuck we even have some die hards from Philly who come spend the weekend. There’s music, drinks, places to sit and chill and smoke or snort like that area with the couches - and this bed - one of my prize finds - gets a lot of action, but most of it is for show. You get a few die-hard sex hounds who enjoy fucking in front of everyone. Just like that tub over there by the bathroom - that’s for the piss pigs. This is the one night you can find the leather men from the Eagle, the sweater queens from JR’s, the dance queens from Southwest, the street trade from the Fire Place, the sleazy boys from the Green Lantern, all mingling in one place.” A few of the men setting up paused to look at us as we walked by. A couple smiled in a way I would come to learn meant they wanted some raw ass and were down for anything quick and dirty. Garrett clearly knew everyone, but was focused on the tour. I was impressed, even more so when he said, “I clear more money just from the door charge than most of the bars in Dupont do in two weeks. Add in the drinks and other ‘extras’ and that’s another four weeks easy.” I tried to quickly run the numbers in my head and while I did not know what total sales were for all those bars, I knew about what Garrett pulled in at the one where I met him where he was majority owner - damn! We walked up a ramp to an area where there was basically nothing and Garrett explained, “This is the ‘back room’. No lights get turned on up here. There’s a little ambient light from those top windows, but barely enough to see your hand in front of your face. For those guys who can’t loosen up to play around down below, they eventually find their way up here. I know more than one sweater queen who got more than he bargained for when he wandered into the wrong group of guys fresh from the Eagle up here.” I asked if he was worried about the cops raiding the place or anyone getting seriously hurt. “No, not really,” Garrett said. “I know all the cops around here and several of them will work security for the party when they are off duty. I also have a few other guys who wander around, keeping an eye on things, and if on the rare chance someone doesn’t like what is happening fuck this place is crawling with people so easy enough to step away.” My mouth must have been hanging open as I stared around at the ‘back room’, the stains on the floor, imaging all the cum and man sweat that would be shot in here soon. Then I asked, “If you have all this, then why would anyone pay for Speed Breeding? I mean, it sounds like there is plenty of ass here if people want it.” Garrett handed me the bottle of cocaine as he lit a cigarette and shook head, “Yeah, of course. But like I said, a lot of what happens is just looking, touching, a quick suck here and there. People come for the ‘possibility’ of the taboo - few actually have the balls to jump into the deep end. That’s why I have Speed Breeding. True, it’s a little extra cash, but for a lot of guys, all the drinking, teasing, and stimuli would leave them so frustrated they would never come back so I make sure they can get a release. Speaking of - get on your knees and suck my dick while I finish my smoke.” I was slobbering his dick, jacking mine, silently begging for him to shoot in my mouth. He flicked his cigarette butt against the wall, stepped back, I asked, “Can you cum?” He laughed and said, “Not yet. But I will - maybe. You know there’s going to lots of pretty young ass prancing around here tonight and I do so enjoy corrupting the innocent.” Back down on the main level we worked our way through the various areas being set up to the other end of the warehouse/parking garage. Garrett pointed back the way we had come, “Down at the end closer to 15th Street is where cars would enter and that side door is where everyone comes in. Always good to have a line out front as no one wants to go in someplace that’s dead. I also will have porn playing down there just off to the side so that as people come in they hear the sounds of sex. Make them think there is a lot going on. I first tried having the VIP area down there and the Speed Breeding, but works out better this way. Just up there - the end closer to the 14th Street - is the EXIT. This is the VIP area …” Garrett held the door open to what appeared to a couple of old offices. The windows had been covered with black paint. It was very dim and already smoky as the guys doing the set up were all smoking. The guys were all eye candy too and seemed to represent the various groups from a guy in chaps to a preppy guy and more. Through the next room was a door that led into a hall and on each side of the hall was another office. The windows facing into the hall had been painted black. There was a small bed in each room, stacks of paper towel rolls, a garbage can, a small ice chest, a chair, a small TV playing porn with a stack of porn videos beside it, an ashtray, a mirror for cocaine and a few straws, poppers, an assortment of bottles of lube - but clearly absent - no condoms. What I assumed was a closet was actually a toilet and hand basin. “These are the Speed Breeding rooms,” Garrett explained. “While folks may want sleazy, for $20 they expect more than a corner with a shower curtain hung up in front. The process is simple. I have a guy who sits at the hall door at the front there. He collects the money and the men walk into whatever room is free. There is no choosing - they get whatever ass is available - yours or C.O.’s boy. When you shut the door, there is a red bulb that turns on in the hallway and in the room and a timer starts. They get 5 minutes. When the timer runs out both lights go off. My guys will give them a few seconds to get dressed, but then they will open the door if the have to and send them on their way. They can do whatever they want for that 5 minutes - have you tell them a nursery rhyme for all I care, but the goal is to get them to have fun and let loose - literally.” I nodded, understanding. Garrett reminded me, “Remember it’s all about the taboo, the risk. Some guys may want it totally dark - some may want you to suck them first - but 5 minutes goes by awful fast. See that lit box under the red bulb? That’s an old flip timer my electrical guy installed in both rooms - got it from a bank or something. It will count down from 5 minutes so you can keep an eye on the time and speed things along if you need to. Here - let me show you.” Garrett closed the door, the red bulb went on casting a devilish glow, and the timer started to count down from 5:00 with a CLICK as the metallic number tabs turned and the gears whirred; 4:59 CLICK; 4:48 CLICK; 4:57 - fuck that was going to get annoying. Garrett pointed at the timer, “5 minutes to get your ass loaded. Most of the guys will blow in 30 seconds, but if you feel like a guy is not there, ease off, wait out the timer, tell him to circle back around and you will be happy to given him another 5 minutes - for another $20 of course. Be that naked, hungry cum dump I know you are and work those fucking dicks and get their loads. A few rules: If you need to let any of it out, use the toilet there but tell my guys you need a minute, leave the door open and make it quick; Same if you need to snort some lines, drink, or whatever; Don’t drink anything unless it’s from a can you opened and don’t let it sit around so no one slips anything into it - same with the cocaine; There’s a box by the door for TIPS right by the chair and whatever gets put in there is extra and for you only; See the walls here? They only go up to 7-feet so everything that goes on in here can be heard in the main VIP room - faintly - but it can be heard - so the sounds of fucking will get you more dick for sure; The first few hours may be a little slow but things will really start picking up by midnight and then it gets balls crazy from there until 4:00 AM when we have to ‘technically’ close; Don’t leave the room. I need you boys here the whole time; I will have a guy at the other end of the hall so when the men are done fucking, he guides them out that way as the next ones come in the front. They can leave if they want, or come back, or go back to the main event. With your ass I expect you will have a few repeats as I always get a couple perverts - like myself - that hits its early and then again later; and Finally, if you feel for any reason that something’s not right like the guy is too drunk, or gets rough - not play rough, but you know like want to hurt you rough, or anything at all you just holler and both my guys will be in here in seconds. The doors don’t lock. “Give me your keys to the house and anything else you got on you. OK, Any questions?” Garrett asked as he lit a cigarette and absently stroked his bulging troll dick through his pants. I stepped to the door, pulled it open slightly, the red light shut off, the timer whirred and clicked back to 5:00, I shut the door firmly, the red light came back on, CLICK, the timer started. I stepped over to Garrett, unzipped his pants, and started sucking his dick like my life depended on it. “OH JESUS,” he said as he guided my head with his left hand while holding his cigarette in his right. I had not swallowed his cum before and I wanted to taste it - to taste that dirty semen and to have his cum coating my throat for the rest of the night. “SWALLOW THAT FUCKING LOAD - SWALLOW IT ALL - GET EVERY DIRTY DROP - OH CHRIST!” Garrett proclaimed. A few more contractions of my mouth and I eased back, stood up, wiped the spittle and dick juice from the corners of my mouth, looked at the timer - 2:15 - then to Garrett and asked, “Feel better?” He just shook his head, sighed as he stuffed his dick back in his pants, “Ah the eagerness of youth,” he said as if that explained everything. His load was ashy, earthy, sour, and thick and I told myself I wanted more of that sometime too, but now time for business. I followed Garrett as he completed one last walk around. There was just under an hour before they would open the doors and start letting guys in. He introduced me to the host of the event, several of the guys who worked there, and then about 30 minutes out C.O.’s boy Kip showed up. There was just something about Kip. We didn’t click the first time I met him and not then either. I did smile though knowing I had pleased his pimp, C.O., and thinking about the BBC gangbang C.O. had taken me to and then him fucking me in Garrett’s backyard made me horny as hell and raring to go. I stepped away from the group, turned into a corner, did a huge snort out of the brown bottle and told Garrett I was going to go get ready. The music had cranked up, voices were louder, sounds of a party wound and weaved through the warehouse/parking garage to where I was near the VIP section. The big guy sitting out front collecting the $20 fee didn’t give me his name, but seemed nice enough, told me he would take care of me, and I could not help but eye the bulge in his crotch. The guy who sat at the back end looked like C.O. at first - rough, street looking dude - and in the dim light I could see he was tall, stocky, and the small glare from his smoke showed a full beard. As I approached he got off his stool, towering over me, set his cigarette in an ashtray placed on another stool beside him and said, “May I help you?” He then looked up the hall to the front and I turned and saw Kip leaning out of his room who then yelped and ducked back in. “I just wanted to introduce myself,” I said, “I’m helping Garrett out and….” He didn’t take my offered hand and just noted, “I know who you are.” I turned to go, paused, then sort of stumbled back a step right into the man. I innocently turned my head as I slid my shorts down and quietly said, “No one’s around yet. You want to fuck me?” OK, I am usually not - OK, I am NEVER, that bold, but between the cocaine, the nutt in my ass from earlier, the taste of Garrett’s second load in my mouth, the anticipation of what was to come, I needed my hole poked. His calloused black hand came around my throat, pulled me tight against his body, his denim jeans doing nothing to hide the steel pipe shaft snaking down his right thigh, “YOU TEASING THE WRONG MAN BOY,” he growled, “I ONLY FUCK WHEN I KNOW IT’S ALL GOING IN - EVERY INCH - ASS OR PUSSY - EITHER ONE AND IF THAT MEANS MAKING THAT SHIT BLEED AND TEARING YOU OPEN TO GET IT, I WILL. I AIN’T PLAYIN. I TAKE WHAT’S MINE. ANOTHER TIME, ANOTHER PLACE, YOU’D BE SCREAMING YOUR REGRETS RIGHT NOW. BUT MY MAN’S BEEN GOOD TO ME AND MINE SO I’M NOT FUCKING WITH HIS SHIT. TONIGHT’S HIS BUSINESS AND YOU NEED TO DO YOUR PART AND I’LL DO MINE.” With a grunt he released me, sat back down on the stool, picked up his smoke, and smiled at me through the haze. I boldly reached out and ran my fingers up and down the dark outlines of his manhood and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll handle my business. But when the party’s over, I may need someone to walk me home.” With that invite hanging - along with his ginormous BBC - I went down the hall to my Speed Breeding room, got naked, sat on the bed, snorted a few lines of cocaine, jacked my dick, put some porn on and waited for my first John. I was lost in a movie when the light grew dimmer, the door closed, the red bulb turned on and the timer started - CLICK. The man was short, balding, paunchy, had on glasses, and leered at me with a snaggle toothed smile. I smiled back. I stood up, bent over the bed, and he said, “Oh no, no no. Kiss me.” What? I turned and looked at him. His physical looks didn’t really bother me - hell as a bottom the ‘ugliest’ tops were some of the best fucks - but this guy was effeminate too. It took me a second to remember the saying the guys in Texas used to blurt, “HE OPENED HIS MOUTH AND A STRING OF PEARLS FELL OUT!” or some shit like that. I just was not into fem guys. Clearly I had discovered I had few limits, and a broad range of men I would let fuck me, but this? This was too much. CLICK - the fucking timer. I looked at him, the mirror full of coke, snorted some lines, stood up, and leaned down and kissed the little man as he touched my dick. I had to be the aggressor and slid my tongue between his small, dry cracked lips. He moaned - CLICK. I reached down to touch his dick, “No, no, no. Kiss me.” OK, whatever. Back to his mouth - CLICK. My tongue darted in his mouth. I reached up and held his head - CLICK. I flicked my tongue side to side and up and down - CLICK. He moaned. I added some spit - CLICK. I explored his teeth - CLICK. He pulled back and shook, shivered, and had a small convulsion. Fuck was he having a heart attack? A dark stain appeared on the front of his Khakis. Damn - he just blew his load! The man turned, yanked the door open, and scurried down the hall like a rabbit with a fox on its tail. The big black man - fuck I still didn’t know his name, calmly pushed the EXIT door open, the small man hurried through, then the door was shut. I waved for the black guy to come to the room as I furtively looked to the front and saw the guy who took the cash but no one else waiting. “What the fuck was that?” I asked. The black guy looked at my white skin, reached out and circled my pink nipple as he licked his lips. He smiled. I crossed my hands over my chest and said, “What? Now you want to fuck me?” He just shook his head and went back to his post. I snorted some more coke and waited. The door to my room was slightly further down the hall than Kip’s. I heard his door open, a man walk by who looked at me and smiled as he slicked his hair back and left. Kip’s door closed. OK, tonight was not off to a great start. I didn’t have to wait long for my first load: The next guy that came in was a little drunk for sure, but had a nice, thick uncut dick and like Garrett predicted, he cummed in my ass within about a minute of sticking it in. I had barely lubed my hole up before he got behind me, shoved, pumped, and spurted. A few more guys came through, each much like the last, nothing special to remember except hot nutt in my ass and not one of them asked about safe sex, or a condom, or status. The next guy though - fuck I had to stop and sort several lines of cocaine just to deal with him. Fucking high maintenance. He wanted more light, less light, not that video, did I have condoms, how many loads had I taken? What was my status? Did I know the importance of safe sex? I barely saw his dick before the timer stopped - thank God. When he left I motioned to the guy taking the money and told him, “I will not deal with that asshole again.” That’s all I had to say. More coke, more raw dick, more cum. The music seemed louder, the voices sharper, the shadows darker - damn I was fucked up. Sad though as I barely felt the fucks. I mean nothing against the guys at all, all seemed like nice dicks, but nothing so special that it cut through the high, made my ass ache after, or made me wish I was theirs to take home. That all changed when he walked in. HOLY SHIT! WHAT WAS HE DOING HERE? I had just finished using the closet toilet and wiped the man spooge out of my crack when I sat back on the bed, snorted some lines, and looked up. He walked in, shut the door, unbuttoned his pants and with them around his ankles turned around and stopped - it was one of my friends. One of the guys I had stayed with when I first came to DC. His eyes got wide - he mumbled and fumbled trying to pull his pants up. I stepped over to him, he stood up, I grabbed his dick and stroked and asked, “You trying to fuck or what?” So the backstory recap on why this was weird: The guy who just walked in - I will call him Mr. M - he and I were bar friends, pool table buddies. Nice guy. Big executive in a multinational company, but married and just ‘coming out’. Sort of. Mr. L - who would become his lover - was someone we all met the same night at the bar. He was new to the neighborhood, we asked him to play pool with us, he and Mr. M spent the night together and the rest was wedded bliss. Well things got weird when Mr. M asked me to let Mr. L have one of the spare rooms at my house. He was living in a bad place, had to get out ASAP. Sure, no problem. Well when Mr. L moved in we became friends, sort of best friends I thought. Mr. M seemed a little jealous at times and even once accused me (while at the bar drunk) of sleeping with his new lover Mr. L - which never happened. We were friends. Not my type. I was helping someone out in need, blah blah blah. Anyways, things were just always a little weird after that. Mr. M and Mr. L became a hot power couple, moved to DC, we kept in touch, when my life went to hell they invited me to stay with them but Mr. M always still seemed a little surly. Now here I was, buck-naked and Mr. M had his dick hanging out. They always said they were monogamous, but fuck - I didn’t give a shit. If he was here, he wanted to fuck. I spit in my hand, pressed Mr. M against the wall as I pushed back on his dick and rode his shaft for all I was worth. It took me close to 4 minutes, but he cummed in my ass then quickly wiped his dick off and left. HA! I watched Mr. M practically run out the back door. The black guy at the back looked at me - I looked up front and no one was watching - I stepped into the hall, bent over and spread my cheeks so he could see the fresh load of cum coating my ass pussy. I smiled and walked back into the room, his low growl echoing over the music and sounds of the party. The next few hours were a bit of a blur - too much cocaine. There was a guy who I thought must have been homeless from his stink but he had a huge dick that stretched me good, so I was happy. A couple jock Daddy types who seemed to enjoy fucking rough. Another dude who insisted I find a condom and finally I flung the door open and shoved him into the hall - end of that. Overall the night was OK - not great - but OK. Frankly I had a much better time at the BBC gangbang a few nights prior. Those men were ALL well hung. They fucked with no strings, no drama, and all they wanted was a raw hole to cum in. Drugs, drink, smoke, all on deck along with balls to the wall hardcore fucking. The VIPs at this sex party were just a bit too tame and vanilla for my tastes. Yeah I looked the vanilla part, and could play a JR’s ‘sweater queen’ on TV, but inside I was more of an Eagle slut, or BBC hood slut. I heard there was a bar called Bachelor’s Mill where the BBC went, but the BBC there were only into black holes – not pink ones. Sigh! Garrett was in the tiny doorway of the closet toilet. He handed me a wad of bills and smiled, “From your TIP box,” he said. I blushed, took the cash, not sure exactly where to put it so handed it back to him and said, “Can you…..” Another voice interrupted us as a black hand snatched the cash, took the keys to my apartment Garrett was holding, and as Garrett stepped back, smiling like the twisted fucker he was, the black guy I had teased earlier filled the doorway and said, “HIS PARTY IS OVER. MINE IS JUST BEGINNING. YOU READY FOR SOME BBC SLOW, DEEP, ROUGH BREEDING? NONE OF THIS SPEEDY SHIT - I PLAN TO TAKE MY TIME OPENING THAT ASS PUSSY UP AND FILLING YOU WITH NICCA NUTT” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

I have been sucking cocksince very early. And getting fucked at 13. But I think I really realized my gift to the world is asking raw loads at 15. I would visit my local pussycat theater and service guys in the back of the theater. Bending over taking multiple loads from strangers. I loved it. I was good at it. And spent a lot of time doing it.

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On Wed 06-29-11 from 11:30am to 4:30pm in one nasty bookstore in southern Indiana. Total cocks 29 taken total loads 22. By the time noon came around I had already had a big black cock spurt a huge load up my hairy ass and sucked off 2 average looking guys. The fucker was one of my regulars a married black guy who knows my ass will milk load after load out of any cock presented to it. Lucky guy he got there first! The first BJ was totally non-discript and average and he had a small cock but shot a generous load the second was actually a heavy cub like guy in his 20's who had hairy legs and a shaved crotch. He had a sweet cock that only took me about 20 thrusts with my mouth to collect his sperm. I know anyone who is a gloryhole cocksucker who likes a mass volume of cum will have to agree with me after the first 5 or so cocks offered to you they all seem kinda joined. Unless there is a hot man or 2 in there. From noon till about 2 pm it was kinda like that no butt play just gloryhole after gloryhole of hairy cocks coming thru and me getting on my knees and swallowing load after load. Don't get me wrong there were a few regulars who when they see me in the hallway practically run into a booth hoping I will go in the one nextdoor. (I love training men of what to expect) By 2pm I was up to about 15 loads down my throat and one the one up my hole. Things kinda slow down there from 2-3 for some reason maybe because I had sucked off all the guys walking around that were half way hot...LOL.. An odd thing happened with an older guy in his late 50's who comes there with his flaming older boyfriend. He is an okay looking guy and has gone into booths but, I never follow into the one nextdoor. Today I thought I wanted to get a look at his cock so I went in the one next to his booth. God was I shocked! This guy had a beautiful cock thick big head precum...YUM.. I got down there and sucked 2 loads out of him. Later in the hallway he came up to me and gave me a big compliment. " I never would have guessed you suck cock" I told him next time you can wear my hole out with that big thing and I got a confused but huge smile. Around 3:30pm one of my HOT regular married guys came in he is HOT, balding, thick walrus mustache, hairy chest, big uncut cock that always is wet from precum. This guy is an over the road trucker and I have eaten 50-75 loads from him in the last 2 years or so. Today he surprised me after going down on that hot cock I backed my ass up to the hole and he plowed me for 10 minutes. I heard the door in his booth open and he had company in there another bearish guy with a thick goatee and the hairiest legs I have ever seen in my life. The 2 took turns fucking my ass that was backed up to the hole. then I heard his door open again and now there was a third guy in there. This one I had blown in the past had a big cock that typically got an odor from not being washed to recently. Well, this was cock #3 pounding my hole. All 3 guys pumped loads in my ass and each one left the booth next to me. I stood there one happy pig as cum leaked down the inside of my legs and I squated and cupped my hand under my hole and ate a big handfull of mixed cum from 3 hot fuckers. It was getting late and I hate getting stuck in rush hour so I was ready to go and it was 4:15. I saw one or 2 big hairy men walking around (my preference) and I managed to find one in a booth with a hole and sucked him off. I am shocked how most men cannot take but 2-5 minutes of my mouth on their cock and then they blow those loads. I gotta say I am a happy cockwhore tonight! I sucked or go fucked by 29 cocks today and got 22 loads in my mouth and 5 up my hole. So 27 loads out of 29 cocks is a good percentage! I'm Headed to the Serpent in Cincinnati on Saturday 07-02-11!!! Lock up your men!

Click here to see Midwest Married Bottom's original blog post... Fuck yeah it is... I had to go to a meeting today even though I was going to take the day off. So, I decided that as soon as it was done. I was done. I had my tie half off before I got in the car when I decided to hit my favorite ABS. It is a pretty good place to hook up with some BBC, trucker cock and like me some businessman cock. Today, was a good day. I got my $5 card filled up, made my way to the far back, there were some guys milling around. A couple of hotties, some old fucks and one fine looking BBC guy. He was 6'2, looked very self-assured, not all that thuggy but very preppy. I nodded, he nodded and then I ducked into a booth with no one on either side. I popped in my card, flipped over to some hot cuckold video where the BBC was fucking some white guy while the hot blond wife looked on, it tends to be my fave. I pulled my pants down, flipped my loose tie over my shoulder and started to work my cock through my shorts. I was rock hard almost instantly. Someone came into the booth next to me and it was my man. He looked through the hole, then pulled back and pushed his large cock into the opening. I am not sure if I could have moved any faster to feast on the large beast, but he was face fucking me in no time flat. Without warning, he pulled out, pulled up his pants and left the booth, but then there was a slight knock at my door. He told me to pull my shit and follow him. He led me over to the theater side of things where there were just a few guys. He sat down on the bench, pulled out his hot hard cock and I was back down on it for a good minute or so. He whispered to me if I took it in the ass. I hummed a yes on his thick cock. He did not need to know my answer. He stood me bent me over a seat and slowly pushed his thick rod into my slutty bottom. He fucked me for about 10 minutes while a small crowd of onlookers watched me get fucked by the biggest cock in the room. He shot his load up my ass with a loud grunt while I flooded the floor under me. He pulled my face to his and kissed me hard and deep thanking me for the good fuck. He got up, pulled his pants up, he fished out his biz card and told me to call him for less of audience show. I shoved his card in my pocket while I asked another find brother to give me another deep dick drilling. All in all, I just got home with 3 total loads up my ass and two in my mouth. Today is a good friday. Joe More...