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All night slam session with two AIDS pigs. Really sleazy session and had them both worship my cock and body. Probably got some new gifts to pass on to others now

Chemmed out and need to play give me tight fit holes to poz up

Part 5 I laid there on all fours with my hole leaking his seed uncontrollably. It was so much and my ass just kept pulsing it out instictively. Feeling his poz cum slowly dribble down my ballsack on onto my wifes favorite sheets kept me in bliss for awhile. Seeing that widening stain of cum though got my inner cumslut back in control. If I was going to waste all of his potent hot charged seed I was going to need a refill soon but I also wanted to make sure I gave his babymakers a chance to impregnate me. I moved to my wifes side table and rummaged through all the dusty junk and there it still was, Gigantor. It really was not a massive dildo, just girthy. When I gifted it to my wife to try and see if she had any interest in sex at all I figured Gigantor would be the thing to peak her libido. Alas it did nothing and it has sat in that drawer untouched. I knew it's girth would be perfect to stretch my ring to the limit and hopefully tear a little. I know there are other ways to irritate that area but figured at least it would be hotter jerking Gigantor into my tight hole and have his poz seed as lube. I laid there working my hole with the tip and finally worked to press it into my hole. It took all my strength to push down with my hole and push up but Gigantor was slowly stretching me open. Finally I had it to the hilt and I knew from the pain I was enduring that I was definitely bleeding some. Then I got to work stroking that magnificient piece of silicone in and out as hard as I could muster. It was heaven and soon my hole was making nasty slurking slupping sounds as Gigantor whipped up all of my gifters load. Speaking of he sounded out from the other room wondering if there was a plumbing issue. I moaned, "No it's working just fine". Finally with my energy waning I pulled the monster dildo out of my ass and smiled when I saw some red streaks, I let it plop right next to the cum stain. Gonna have to run these sheets to the dry cleaners was my next hought, followed by, my top friend better have another load to add. Part 6 later

@losolent, this story has drawn me in totally. There are many really good stories on Breeding Zone, but for whatever reason, your writing reaches out and grabs hold of me. That is truly outstanding. Yeah, I want to read the sexy stuff, but I am thrilled to read of Tom's development. This is also the first comment I have ever posted on this site, even though I have been a (lurking) member for an embarrassing number of years. Thanks for this, and I anxiously await the next chapter.

Part 2 - Belated 18th Birthday Present Finally we left for LA and my 18th birthday present was for us all to spend a week in California enjoying the beach and sights. It was exciting but in reality it wasn't the Medina river where Brad and I both loved the solitude it afforded us. Still this was an adventure and we stayed in one of the posher hotels in LA close to Santa Monica beach. Not bad I joked to Brad as this was the first time I had left Texas or even ventured this far from Medina, excluding my rescue of Brad in his hour of need. That afternoon we spent on the beach, our parents strolled along the beach for an hour or so and Brad and I laid in the sun and swam in the ocean. It really was a world away from our lives that were very simple in context to how hectic and busy the next couple of days would be. We fitted in two movie studio tours and some of the popular touristy bits. Always coming back at the end of the day to the amazing swimming pool and comfy loungers on the terrace. The weekend we all decided would be spent chilling out at the hotel or beach and dining as a family. For me it was the best present ever mostly due to Brad being with us and importantly me, we spent all the time together. That Sunday afternoon I stayed out by the pool, luckily I was a person who tanned quite evenly unlike some of the lobsters walking around. Brad and our parents had gone to the hotel bar for some shade and a cool drink, I had a niggly feeling I was being watched and did a quick glance around, everyone seemed to be minding their own business and not necessarily looking at me. I dived in to the pool and swam a few lengths at a leisurely pace then climbed out and walked towards my lounger, standing there letting the sun drying me off I was facing the restaurant and outdoor seating on the terrace above me. The woman ascending the steps from the restaurant caught my eye she was smartly dressed and very business like in her appearance and reaching the bottom it looked like she was walking towards me. She walked past clearly having a good look at my face any body then she doubled back and stood in front of me. "I'm sorry to be so forward but you caught my eye and trust me that doesn't happen usually" she said. I looked at her "Caught your eye?" replying and looking at her a little confused. "Forgive me" she said "I'm Patricia Manon from Manon International Models" she held out her hand. Not sure what this was about I shook her hand "Tom, just Tom from Texas" she smiled and handed me her card. "Have you ever considered modelling?" she asked me. I shook my head "No why would I?" I replied chuckling. "You are perfect, your facial features and your body is perfect" she said looking me up and down. "Oh right" was all I could say. "Pop by my office at 10am tomorrow, I would like to get some photos if your interested" she smiled at me. I looked at the card "Oh, well I am here on holiday with my family" I said trying to hand the card back. She refused to take it "Seriously think about it Tom from Texas" she smiled and walked off. Amused I looked at the card and picked up my things to find the rest of my family at the bar. Putting the card down on the table I explained to them about what had just happened. Brad was the first to encourage me to go and that he would come along with me as a chaperone. My mother agreed with Brad and said that she and Seth wanted to go shopping anyway and that I was old enough to make my own decisions and should take the opportunity even if nothing happens it will be an experience. Convinced that it would just be a day out and something to laugh about tomorrow evening we made plans and looked on our phones to make sure we knew how to get to the offices. Brad chuckled as we stood outside the building gently pushing me to go through the doors to the reception. The receptionist explained that only I was allowed up to the floor where Manon International were based, Brad said he would have a wander around and grab a coffee. He pulled me back and sternly he told me to call if I wanted out, I nodded unsure why I was feeling very nervous as my life was not depending on this, modelling was the furthest thing I wanted to do and shook off the feeling getting in the elevator up to the 10th floor. The doors opened and I stepped out in to another world, everyone was dressed in what looked like tailored designer clothing, perfect make up and hair styles, the few men I saw wore shiny fitted suits groomed to within an inch of their life. then there was me in my shorts and t-shirt wearing reefs. If anyone looked out of place then hello over here I seemed to scream come look at me and sure enough many people looked down their noses passing me by. The reception was manned by a young guy in his mid 20's who I assumed was gay judging by his mannerisms and the way he looked at man walking past his desk who had a very arrogant 'do you know who I am' look and obviously a model. I walked up to his desk and saw the plaque with his name 'Steve' written on it. "Excuse me" I said interrupting him typing an email out, he turned his head and continued typing. Steve looked me up and down "Were not casting at present" he said returning to his screen. Hell what now I thought standing there until he looked again "I'm sorry I was asked to come here" I said quietly. Steve's fingers stopped moving over his keyboard and he stood up and looked at my shorts and reefs "Oh". He picked up the phone looking directly at me "Patty I think this Tom from Texas is here" he said to the phone. Nodding at the phone "Okay" he said and hung up "Take a seat over there" he told me pointing at the sofa. I walked over and noticed from the reflection in the shiny wall behind the sofa that Steve was watching me very carefully. Sitting down I caught his eyes briefly then he turned and tapped away and answered several calls. His eyes continued to bore in to me when he wasn't typing on his computer. After five minutes Patricia came out of her office. "Tom you came, I am so thrilled you decided to come Tom" Patricia said walking over to me. I stood up holding my hand out "Well I have nothing on this morning" I stupidly said then smiled at her. Patricia laughed "Don't be nervous Tom, how about getting some photos" she said then guided me down the hall. We entered a door marked Studio A, it looked like one of those loft conversion places but segregated in to a few different scenes and a screen in one corner hiding another part of the studio. There was a photographer shooting a female model who I didn't really think was very nice as he called the model out several times 'Chloe if your not going to pull yourself together get out of the studio' was one remark I heard him say. Instantly I thought if this is how it is I might as walk as I don't need someone like that badgering me. Patricia took me to where the screen was and to wait for a moment. I could hear her talking to the photographer who she called Eddie, Patricia popped back round telling him he would be done in 5 fives and offered me a coffee. I declined feeling sick and unsure what I was letting myself in for. "Tom this is Eddie who will be shooting you for an hour" Patricia said introducing him appearing round the screen. Eddie nodded at me but without really looking "A new one, you got to be kidding me Patty" he said disappearing again. Patricia smiled "Photographers Tom, just ignore him he is quite temperamental when working" she said. It did nothing to quell my fear "I don't want to do this" I said standing up. "Nonsense Tom, you must be intrigued as you came here" she said handing me some white briefs. Nervously I took them "You want me to wear these?" I asked her looking shocked. Patricia laughed "Of course we need to see how you transpire on film" she said "don't worry". She disappeared round the other side of the screen leaving me holding the briefs, brief they were and very revealing. Debating for a moment and hearing her having words with Eddie to be nicer to me as he was frightening me off, I decided to do it and quickly changed. Eddie appeared and looked me over making me even more nervous, it also gave me the opportunity to study him in more detail. I guessed he was in his early 30's and pretty attractive, tattooed and muscled with dark cropped hair he wore a stubble and stood a couple inches taller than me. In the beginning he showed no interest in me, but then why would he I thought. All he saw was yet another model he was going to have to contend with, in his own right he was quite formidable and didn't take any crap from the models he was shooting, after all it was his work that made them. Fortunately I managed to supress my urge to vomit and run following him out to the staging area. It didn't take long for him to get annoyed with me as I didn't understand what he was asking me to do. Patricia came over and helped moving my body to the poses he wanted. She explained that I would get some training so I knew how to react to the camera if I was taken on, nodding in Eddie's direction she told me he was the best and bear with him. It felt like hours being photographed but in reality it was no more than 45 minutes, during this time I could see Patricia and Eddie looking at a screen as the images came up, they would both nod and quietly talk. Every now and then she would smile and look at Eddie who would smile back then look at me quickly. "Thanks Tom that was great" Eddie said without looking at me "we are all done". I just sat there like an idiot for a moment "What do I do now?" I asked. Eddie looked up and laughed "Go and get changed dude, then wait outside Patricia's office" he said. Yeah okay I admit I didn't want to leave as I was quite happy looking at Eddie in his tight t-shirt and wanted to lick him all over. Somehow I got up and found myself behind the screen getting changed, as I left the studio Eddie looked up and said good bye and see you soon, before I could reply he had turned back to the female model and continued photographing her. Steve her assistant smiled and brought me a coffee over being more friendlier than he was when I arrived. Patricia called from her office and her assistant looked at me and said to go through. "Please sit down Tom" she said as I entered her office "how did it feel?" she asked. I looked confused "How did what feel?" I replied. "Being photographed extensively like that?" she said holding large photographic prints in her hand. "Oh, just like having loads of selfies taken, I didn't expect I would be in underwear" I laughed. She looked up and smiled "Well I think we may be able use some of these in your portfolio". I looked at her "Is that a good thing?" I asked unsure where this was going. Patricia nodded "It's a start, I may need you to come back in a couple of weeks, your expenses will be paid". She stood in an obvious your dismissed way, walking me to the elevator she placed the prints on the assistants desk and I said good bye having given Steve my contact details, I pressed the ground floor button watching the doors close as she turned away clearly seeing Steve having a good look at my photos. "Oh my god Patty" Steve said looking up at her. Patricia smiled "He has no idea Steve. Get a portfolio together and circulate it" she said "today that is". Oblivious to what was taking place up there the elevator stopped at the ground floor and the doors opened, smiling I saw Brad was waiting with two coffees. He laughed and pretended to walk like a model towards me making me laugh. We left to walk back to the hotel and I told him how things went, how I felt like a fish out of water, what I had to wear and how rude the photographer was. We walked for ages and kind of glad to be outside feeling the sun beating down on me until we arrived back at the hotel. It felt so good spending this much time with Brad as I always felt at ease and comfortable around him. We had become even more close if that was possible and it turned out as we got older we liked many of the same things in life. The only annoying thing about him was his attempt to get me to have sex with any guy who looked at us, constantly he would rib me and tell me to start enjoying life more. When I had my head turned he would literally start pushing me back trying to get me to engage the person in conversation, just in case they swung my way. But on the inside I was still to unsure about myself and lacked the self confidence. The one thing that struck me was when we walked along the beach front and people often looked at us and smiled, especially as he always had his arm around my shoulder and we were laughing. They would clearly take us as being a couple and he didn't seem to mind it one bit and often played the part laughing afterwards. If you were clever you could read between the lines but I never saw it from my perspective. We spent the last few days relaxing and travelling down the coast visiting San Diego and stopping at various places along the route, at La Jolla we walked along the beach where I felt a certain kind of belonging imaging myself living here and literally falling in to the sea from one of the beach side houses that looked incredibly expensive. Was I sad to be leaving LA after our week, naturally as I had found a love for the beach and not so humid weather we had back in Texas, but you know, it wasn't Medina and it didn't have the beauty and tranquillity of the countryside. I got back in to my studies and returned to the ranch at lunchtime several days after our return. Everyone was out at work and the ranch house was empty apart from the housekeeper, I ran in shouting hello and filling my rucksack with fruit and water. Since the sun was out it was a perfect day to read up about my next course beside the river. The housekeeper Maria called out telling me a package had arrived on the mail table in the entrance hall. I wandered out and picked up the thick envelope it was post marked Manon International. I had almost forgotten anything would come of it, I took it back to our bedroom putting it on the bed and headed off to the river. Returning home later that afternoon Brad and Seth were already home, completely forgetting about my delivery I went straight in to the kitchen and family room grabbing a soda I sat down chatting with them. Brad and I headed to our bedroom to shower and change, we were at that stage where our parents had talked about giving us separate rooms. To my surprise Brad was the one dead set against the idea explaining that we were both happy living in the wing, I didn't seem to get a say in this but frankly I didn't mind as I really enjoyed his company and it kept me grounded. Brad stripped naked and went first then I followed taking slightly longer, it was times like this when you want to taste the forbidden fruit. Seeing him naked I loved how his body looked and the naturalness about his looks, I could see the results of his working out again since returning from university. He wasn't built like Eddie was and reflecting Eddie's build was way to muscular for me, but Brad, he was just perfect and it made my heart ache. Showering and thinking about Brad had got me aroused, think nasty thoughts I said myself trying to get me cock down. When I returned in to the bedroom drying myself I noticed Brad holding the package that came earlier. "You haven't opened this yet" he said handing it to me. I sat on the bed holding the package and looking at it "No, I don't know if I want to" I replied. Brad sat next to me "What are worried about Tommy" he asked putting his arm around my shoulder. I looked at him "The unknown, what if this changes my life and do I want it". For the first time Brad kissed me on the forehead "I will always be here for you and protect you Tom" he said. I gave a little sigh "Yeah, until you have settled down with Melinda" I replied. Brad ignored the response "Well you going to open it then?". Nodding I opened the package and took the folder out that contained a letter on the cover from Patricia. My mouth dropped open as I got in to reading the letter and opened the folder to find a contract inside for one year with a salary of $50k and a clause underneath I didn't understand, it took Seth having a look to explain that the deal gets better if you become a popular model he said with some scepticism. But he told me it was my decision but whatever I decide I must not throw my education away and keep studying. That night Brad had gone in to town to see Melinda so I returned alone to our bedroom, I was tired and leaned over from the bed retrieving my journal it's hiding place. Opening it to a new page I wrote 'It seems like ages since I downloaded what has been going on in my head or life. Next week I fly to LA and do some test shoots for modelling, yeah I know crazy right, but this woman seemed to think I had the looks and persuaded me to try it out. Hands up I am not expecting anything, in fact I don't really want to do it as it means being away from Medina, the one place where I actually feel safe and free. We spent a week in LA which is how I got hunted would be the word to describe the unusual set of circumstances. Anyway it was a great week and I got to spend so much time with Brad and do the things we like to do. I feel more and more for him but my feelings are best kept hidden from him and our family, I just can't stop them as the time we spend together just feels so precious. At times I have to remind myself who he is as much as it breaks my heart I wonder if I will ever find anyone like him. I have not been the same since that day at the river when he held me so close and I can't stop picturing him and I walking in the Medina river laughing and talking without a care in the world. So next week I head off with no expectation, probably an angry photographer who is sexy in a different way. Lets see what becomes of me after this'. I hid the journal away and climbed in to bed switching the bedside light off. The following week on Monday morning I flew over to LA for 3 days, my instructions when I entered the arrivals concourse was to look for a driver holding a sign with my name on, I suppose it was Steve's idea of a joke a man stood there with a sign 'Tom From Texas'. He ushered me towards the car and drove me to Manon International's office, I took the elevator up and surprised to see how busy it was compared to last time I was here. Steve spotted me and laughed "You found the driver then Tom from Texas" he said walking towards me. "Very funny" I replied following him down the corridor to Studio A "Who is the taking the pictures?" I asked him. Steve smiled "Eddie of course, never fear Tom from Texas you don't have tattoos" he said opening the door. What a strange remark I thought unsure what he meant by it, Patricia saw me and came hurrying over and I saw Eddie photographing a male model. Eddie turned and looked at me expressionless, he went back to the model and took a couple of snaps then threw his hands up. For one person he had a plethora of emotions that you would see in one photo shoot the grumpy, happy, irritated, irrational, elated. It was all there and you never knew what you were going to get in what order. Patricia took me behind the screen as Eddie berated the male model several times, stop smiling, smile, lift your chin, your chin stupid. I shook my head knowing this was going to be fun, already deciding if he started on me I would walk. Patricia brought over 10 polo shirts and 5 pairs of shorts, she apologised that she had meetings today but would pop by and check on me in between. Brace for impact I told myself as I changed in to the t-shirt and shorts provided, I could hear Eddie finishing. The male model came round the screen and quickly changed "Good luck with him" he said and stormed off. "How you doing Tom?" Eddie asked appearing around the screen "Came back for more punishment". "Sorry, I am nearly ready" I replied getting frustrated as I didn't want to start on a bad foot with him. Eddie put his camera down and walked towards me "Here let me help" he said straightening the collar of the polo shirt. My eyes accidentally caught his "Thanks, will you go easy on me?" I asked in hope, he looked at me and smiled. "Not a chance" he replied "Well maybe a little" he then said with a glint in his eyes catching me off guard. His hand brushing against the naked skin of my neck "Why do you want me to go easy on you?" he asked. I nervously giggled like a child "It is my first time" I quietly replied. "I know and what else have you never done before?" he asked slowly doing the button watching me. I was captivated by his eyes "Many things" I replied looking at his hands and tattooed arms. "Right come on, time is money" he suddenly said snapping me back to reality. It was definitely peculiar and maybe it was his way of getting me to relax. Anyway the shoot went well and he never got irritated with me instead he would walk over and help position me the first few times, eventually I felt a confidence to respond to him without guidance. You know Eddie really was a nice guy when you took the professionalism out of him and I actually liked working with him. Patricia had come in and sat with us for an hour, even she saw a different side to Eddie as he worked with me. At lunchtime they looked through the photos nodding and pointing I had no idea what was going on. "What has come over you Eddie?" Patricia asked him looking at the photographs. Eddie glanced at her "It's his first day, thought I would cut him some slack" he replied smiling. Patricia picked a photo out "You never cut anyone slack" she replied looking over at me "Do you see it?". Eddie nodded scratching his head "Incredible, you could shoot him from any angle it just works". Patricia left after dropping off some more clothing and we got to work. I was tired, yeah I know, but it is exhausting standing in front of a camera all day trust me. But at 3pm Eddie called time as I was loosing focus a little, he put his camera down 'Amazing Tom' he said walking towards and patting me on the shoulders. Sometimes crazy things come out of my mouth and this was one of them moments "I am not a dog you know". Eddie looked then burst out laughing "What you want me to hug you instead" he asked smiling. I didn't know what to do "No" I giggled stupidly "just thank you so I know it was okay". Eddie turned back to his camera "Oh right, you want me to boost your ego and you end up like the rest of them". "The rest of who?" I asked confusingly. Eddie looked at me "Just don't change and become self centred like the other models" he said. I stood there completely confused by him, hell no actually I was looking at his body under his tight t-shirt before I caught myself. I walked behind the screen and never saw him look over his shoulder at me disappearing from view. Getting changed I was all thumbs and knew it was down to him. So distant yet so very close it was like I could still smell him as if he was close, and he was, leaning against the wall watching me. "Not bad for your first time Tom" he said smiling at me. I looked down fumbling with my bad "Thank you for going easy on me". Eddie laughed "For you I will go easy if it is your first time" he said, I didn't look up in case I looked embarrassed. I smiled still packing my bag, I stood up and looked at him "Let's see what tomorrow brings" I replied. He walked over and hugged me catching me by surprise "Just bring your A game back tomorrow and we will find out". Dazed and totally aroused I walked out of the studio and sat down opposite Steve waiting for my car to arrive to take me back to the hotel, so I may still be a little wet behind the ears but I knew that he appeared to be flirting with me and I loved it. Steve turned to look studying me for a moment. "Did you have fun with Eddie?" Steve asked "Only you didn't run out crying or frustrated". I looked at him curiously "He is nice to work with" I replied. Steve shot a surprised look "Nice?" he remarked "Hmm no one ever says he is nice to work with". "He was very helpful and patient" I said checking I had my phone. Steve shook his head "Gay and bad tempered, models hate working with him but he is one of the best". I chuckled more so knowing he was gay "Maybe people misunderstand him, he does know what he is doing" I replied. Steve laughed at me "Right, one photo shoot and your now a professional Tom from Texas". Steve leaned forward over his desk "Did he try it on with you, I mean your straight right?" he asked me. "No well I don't think he tried it on, flirted a little" I replied but didn't answer about my sexuality. "Eddie has a partner in New York but has casual sex here in LA. Bastard won't even look at me" Steve said huffing. I nodded "Oh so your gay?" I said rolling my eyes to the ceiling at my stupid remark. Steve looked at me "Are you really that stupid you didn't notice I was?". "Sorry I just haven't met that many gay people before" I replied honestly. Steve shrugged his shoulders "Anyway I don't have muscle or tattoos. That's what Eddie likes I his men". "Car is here" Steve called over "See you tomorrow Tom from Texas". Today really did go well and gave me a lot to think about, what I never expected to hear was learning Eddie was gay and I suppose attracted to him but from what Steve said he was hard to get and very specific in his taste of men. I hit the hotel pool and gym, had a little dinner before reading then having a facetime call with Brad, my one sanity check when I was away and it would be these weekly chats that I loved most when not at Medina. The second day and third day was much like the first except there was more people in the studio who I had never met but seemed to know Patricia and Eddie well. I was modelling summer beach wear which involved some quick changes on the scene in front of everyone but thankfully nothing to revealing was required at the moment. Eddie chatted as he photographed me often making me laugh and catching it on camera, he would pause and place his hands on my body moving me gently and encouraging me. The difference towards me was very clear to everyone in the room and they were perplexed, muttering to each other wondering but none of them knew the big ass secret I was hiding about my sexuality and that Eddie was pushing it to the surface. Well to me it was a secret and to them it was life. When I had a break Patricia came over with a robe for me to put on and I sat watching him photograph a different male model, Eddie showed none of the compassion or chatter that they had just seem with me. By lunchtime we finished with a few swimwear shots then I went behind the screen to change for my flight back to Texas and home. The studio emptied except for Eddie and me, excitingly they were all heading to Patricia's office to go through the photos. "You know I have never liked a model as much as I like you" he said surprising me standing there. "Why is that?" I asked "I mean I see how different you are with the other models" I explained. Eddie looked at me "Your different Tom, not pretentious like the ones that come through the door" he said. I shrugged my shoulder "I don't really get it" laughing as I replied. Eddie sat down on the stool "Your just Tom, the man behind the face and you are incredibly nice". "Thanks" I replied unable to even know what to say to him. Eddie smiled "You must get loads of girls throwing themselves at you, do you have a girlfriend?" he asked. I chuckled and shook my head "No" I replied and left it at that. "Boyfriend?" Eddie asked and turned to look at me, I couldn't answer, thankfully the door opened. Steve walked in "Tom from Texas your car is here and I have your flight details for next week" he called out. "Coming" I replied standing "I will see you next week" I said to Eddie who was fiddling with his camera. He looked at me and smiled "Definitely". Steve looked up from his desk as I approached "I will send you through your flight details Tom from Texas". I gazed at him "Stop calling me that" I bantered with him yawning "sorry I'm knackered, it's tiring". Steve tutted "So hard looking at a camera" he laughed "Oh the life of a model". "I am no model" I said chuckling as I walked away "See you next week". Steve turned in his seat "Awe bless The Model called Tom, I think that is what I will call you now, and for the record you are a model" he said smiling. Steve was beginning to be more friendlier towards me and we were getting on quite well. He told me he only liked me as I didn't act like other models which lead me to wonder what they must really be like, since he was the second person to tell me that. But he and most of the other people at Manon International just saw me as Tom from Texas, most just ignoring me. I didn't want fame or fortune or to be the sexiest male model alive, but the word Steve used in the office that day 'The Model Called Tom' would cause me to giggle when he referred to me in that way, those simple words would get banded around the office and before long that was how I would eventually be known. Part of me was glad to be heading home and looking forward to seeing everyone, it felt like so much had happened and I had been away months. I slept in until 10am after talking in to the early hours with my family, they were all interested to find out how things went and what I was wearing and who was I modelling for. I filled them in with as much as I could realising I knew very little only that it was a department store. I did some studying and caught up with my coursework and spent the weekend afternoons with Brad at the river reading and talking. Brad confessing to me how happy he was to have me back for a few days. But time flew and before I knew it I was back at the airport Sunday evening for my flight to LA and this would mark a significant point in my life...

Last Saturday night I was chatting with this pretty 18 year old. He was sitting wide-eyed on a bench outside the showers, ogling the guys strutting their stuff. I sat down beside him and said, "Hi." It was his first time at the Baths, and he was nervous. He found the atmosphere intimidating and was scared to death of "catching something." He wanted sex (at least he said he did); but all the guys were too old or fat or withered or diseased. And he was shocked by all the "unsafe sex." Several guys walked by clutching little vials, and he asked me what Poppers did for them. He'd never tried them. "They're no big deal, really. They just relax you and make you feel more sociable." "Got any?" "In my locker. Be right back." But they weren't in my locker. I had 'em stuffed in the waist folds of my towel all along. I just needed an excuse to find my bud. Adam was sitting in the TV Room. He'd already noticed the cute thing I was with, as had everybody in the Club by then. "Gonna fuck him?" "He's pretty green. It's his first trip here, and he's scared to death. I need your help. You get first dibs." I told him we'd meet him in the Maze, then hurried back to the Kid. He was relieved to see me round the corner as some "Sleazy Old Trolls" had put the make on him. I handed him the bottle and told him to take a little sniff to see how they affected him. He did so, maybe for a moment longer than I would have recommended, then moaned that he felt "nice and hot." "Now there's the understatement of the year!" I asked him if he’d like to take a tour; and he said, "Yes." Upon spotting the "Sleazy Old Troll" who'd groped his Ass, he kept close on my tail. Once again he asked to borrow my Poppers. I told him to hang onto them. I had a feeling the Kid would need them a helluva lot more than I before the night was through. "Geez, thanks." He took a deep whiff and turned red. "They sure work wonders. Lemme know when you want 'em back." We entered the Maze and stood just inside the door, back lit only by a dim red light. The moaning emanating from the dark passages beyond was supplanted by the slap of flesh on flesh. Unnerved, the Youth uncapped the bottle and took another whiff. That's when Adam slipped behind him, and I stepped back into the shadows. The Kid sniffed from the bottle while Adam worked his Ass. I don't know what sweet-nothings my bud whispered in his ear, but they took off for Adam's room. As I waited for the outcome of their little tryst, I entered the bowels of the Maze in search of LOVE. An unlubed finger snaked up my Butt. Annoyed, I turned to confront my uncouth suitor, and discovered it was Alan. He led me to his room. The Kid was lying on his stomach. "Why's he sleeping?" "Well, he wanted to try something a little stronger than Poppers; and all I had was GHB." "Great! We can't leave him here like this!" But Adam is one of those imperturbable buggers whom nothing fazes. Between the two of us, we dragged the Kid back to the Maze and strapped him in the leather Sling. The Kid looked so angelic, his legs in stirrups high above his head, his glistening Mancunt soft and beckoning. I guess Adam couldn't help himself. After depositing a 2nd POZ LOAD up the Boy's Mancunt, he took off, leaving me alone with Poisoned Beauty. I reached down, dug my finger in his Pussy, and came away with a digit drenched in Spooge. I marveled at how salty. Adam's Seed is always salty. "AH, POZ CUM!" I sighed dramatically, recollecting the day two years before when Adam confided he was POZ. I'd always suspected I'd been the one who bred his Ass, but never breathed a word of it to anyone. I glanced down at Sleeping Beauty. Such a sweet Pussy! We were alone. He'd never be more fuckable. I shuddered as the 3rd POZ LOAD of the evening spurted up the Young Man's Ass. I headed for the showers to join my Bud, then to his room for a catnap. 2 A.M! Time to check on our Progeny. There was a lot of traffic in the Maze. One of the fabled "Old Trolls" stopped me excited. "Fuck! You should see what's going on." Still secured in the Sling was our Sacrificial Lamb. As I nudged my way amongst the damp towels, I realized what I'd first perceived as a mulling muck of Cocks and Balls was actually an orderly queue of Bareback Tops intent on breeding the Young Twink. "What's with the Kid?" I asked the Dude up next to dip his wick. "A PNP Boy who's overdosed," came his educated guess. "Then how cum he's strapped in like that?" "Must be a Cum Addict as well. Look. Do me a favor. Save my place. I'll be right back. I gotta piss." "No, wait. I know that Kid. He's into Watersports. Piss down his throat, then fuck his Ass." Word spread like wildfire. And so it was that one Top after another, the old, the infirm, the obese, and the diseased, joined ranks to fill both the Youngster's Holes with Piss and Cum. I saw the Kid take five dirty Loads at least. Of course he had it cuming. Justice rendered is justice deserved. They hadda take the Kid down a notch. The Punk was simply too goody two-shoes. I watched a pair of "Old Trolls," with purple KS lesions dotting their bodies, shoot up the Young Man's Butt. He was sure gonna be sore in the morning—not to mention the AIDS VIRUS which would make his life a Living Hell. I had to smile.

Part 1 He was one of the few straight guys I sold to and definitely the hotest. His name was Troy and he was 19. And at 6'2", lean 190 pounds, blond hair and blue eyes he was the next door AF/frat boy type. He had a scholarship at the local university, but lost it over the summer for some infraction (probably drugs). He was mostly doing weed and coke, until a girl he picked up one night introduced him to Tina. He loved fucking on Tina and developed a nice habit. That's where I came into the picture. She introduced Troy to me so that he could get his own supplies. Soon he was hitting me up on a regular basis, but always seemed to be short on cash. Now, I am an entrepreneur. I have several "businesses' I run in addition to selling the best shit on campus. One of my businesses is a video web site where guys show off (either solo or couple). I knew he needed cash and started to plant the seed in his brain at how much cash he could make in one night. The conversation wnet like this: Me: "If you need cash I have a way you can make $100 a night easy." Troy: "I'm not seeling drugs!" Me: "Nothing like that, I have a web site that features hot guys like you that show off for viewers all over the world." Troy: "I aint doing anything gay, I'm not a fog." Me: "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, but I will tell you the more you please your viewers the better tips you might get. I have a couple guys that clear close to a grand in one night." Troy: "I'll think about it." Me: "There's a special, secret viewing for those hot boys who like to blow clouds and stroke for the customer." I knew I had him thinking as I gave him a small supply of Tina for the night. It was enough to cloud his brain and when he wanted more without any means to pay for it I would have him. Sure enough by the next morning I got a text from him asking for more Tina. He and a girl he hung out with went through what he had in a few hours. He had no cash on hand and I brought up our discussion from a few hours earlier. I could tell he was in desperate need as he agreed to do the web site if I fronted him some Tina. I had him! He came over to where the video was broadcasted and I presented a contract for him to sign. He signed it without reading (what a dumb jock) and I gave him a teener of T. I informed him that he was to be back at the studio the next night around 8 pm to be prepared and given instructions. The next night he showed 5 minutes late (better late than never) and he was given a razor and instructed to trim or shave his balls, ass and chest. He was then led to a bathroom (which had a number of concealed cameras) where he proceeded to shave his entire body hair off. When he returned he was shown to his private room and told to show off for the viewers while chatting with them. I reminded him the more he would do for them he might get some tips. He spent the next 8 hours on camera stoking his coke (a nice coke actually, too bad by the time I'm done with him he won't really get to use it. By the end of the night he had received very few tips and only made $150. He was disappointed and asked "Do you have any suggestions how I could make more money. I lost viewers as the night went on." I asked him "Would you let another guy suck your dick? I know that would get you more viewers. They'd love to see a straight jock sucked off. I'd even up your base to $150 plus tips." Troy siad h "I need to think about that, when do I go on again?" I let him know he has a week to decide. The following week when he returned, hungry for some smoke made his decision easy. He agreed to have another guy suck his cock. I made sure he had plenty of G laced Gatorade (since it would help hide the taste) and plenty of Tina for them both to smoke. I knew with all those factors I might get him to do more. I had paired him up with Tommy, who was actually one of my vers/top studs and also HIV+! This session went better then his first session. He let the Tommy play with his cock and eventually give him a blow job while paying some attention to licking his taint and a few licks to his hole. As the night progress Tommy made sure that Troy smoked a lot of Tina. Troy started to get offers ($$) to blow Tommy. The first offer was $50 to which Troy politely replied that he was straight and didn't suck dick. The viewers questioned Troy on his sexuality and he continued to tell them that he was in deed straight. The offerd began to get better until the final one (prompted by me) came in offering him $500 to give Tommy a blow job to completion. I saw Troy's eye go wide at that offer and he thought this over. It was apparent that Troy was having dificulties getting hard as Tommy was still playing with his Tina dick. Tommy let Troy know that if they were going to make some serious cash they needed some action. I added to the fire with my private chat to them to get the action on before we lose any viewers and I lose money!! Tommy helped guide Troy's head to his crotch as Troy gave in knowing he needed to perform. He reluctantly began to suck Tommy's growing cock as he produced ample amounts of precum. Soon Tommy had Troy's mouth fully on his 9" cock as he he paid a little attention to Troys ass. Troy was lost in his attempt to suck cock for the first time he barely noticed Tommy work a finger coated in Tina laced lube into his hole. Troy was starting to get plesure from the attention to his ass while he attempted to suck his first cock. Tommy took his time as he added more lube and eventually a nice size shard of Tina to Troy's hole. Troy began to moan around Tommy's cock as more fingers were added to his hungry hole. When Tommy had worked a second shard inside Troy along with 3 fingers Troy was definitely entering slut mode when he asked Tommy "Oh god bro, that was feeling great, will you put your fingers back inside me." Tommy was perfect, "You want something in your straight, jock ass bro? How about my cock? Would you like me to slip my cock inside your ass?" Troy attempted to deny his fate, "Bro, I'm straight. I don't get fucked by guys" as he continued to suck Tommy's cock. Tommy pushed Troy down as far as he'd go onto his cock and asked "Do straight boy's like you suck cock? I know you want cock in your hole, it's hungry for me to breed it." Troy was completely defeated as he never let Troy's cock out of his mouth and shook his 'yes' letting Tommy know that he was accepting his fate. Tommy moved between Troy's legs positioning his bare cock at the jock's virgin hole. I made sure to get a close up of Troy's face on a split screen as Tommy's cock began to make its way where no man had ever been before. When Tommy's head breached the outer ring, there was a look of confusion on Troy's face. But as he slowly sank the full length into the Jock's ass the look turned to one of pure pleasure and desire. Tommy sank in balls deep as the Troy moaned out "Oh, fuck yeah!" Then he pulled out a bit and began to slowly initiate our former straight jock to the joys of man on man sex. With Tommy's abilities (and a little bit of Tina) he fucked Troy bast the time their show was supposed to end giving him 6 dirty poz loads of cum, and bringing this jock one step closer to being a gay porn star.

Part 1 I never found that perfect guy that night. I realised, a long time after, that he probably didn't exist. But I was young back then, that night when I agreed to meet him in a sauna. We 'had' to meet there as I lived with my parents and his flatmates didn't allow that sort of thing. I'd only just turned 18, but we'd spent so long talking online before then – months and months, at least. And he was the hottest guy I'd ever seen. He was a few years older than me, and had been a twink in school, but a few years of working in a physical job had given him compact muscles, his face was sharp and angular, and he had a great warming smile. He was perfect, and I'd made myself cum thinking of my skinny frame against his muscles many times. Usually on webcam, while he'd watch, but I'd never get to see him. So when I went down into the changing rooms of the sauna, I was just as excited as I was nervous. I'd always imagined saunas to be places filled with gross old perverts, but when I told my friend as much, he said he wouldn't let them near me, and that he'd take my virginity in front of all of them and make them jealous. Just the thought of it made me hard. The guys in the changing room weren't as gross as I thought they'd be, and in fact, some of them were actually quite muscular. I guessed they must use the gym upstairs before coming down. I was definitely the youngest person there by at least 10 years though, and I imagined they were all still perverts. I thought he'd be here by the time I got there, but one quick look around confirmed that he wasn't. I felt uncomfortable stripping in such an open space, and I wanted to see him first. I sent him a text asking where he was and sat on a bench away from the lockers, trying to ignore the stares I got from the occasional passerby. After a few minutes, my phone buzzed with a message from him "Traffic is hell – will be there as soon as I can. Try the hot tub or something ;-)." I felt a little chill as I didn't want to go into the place on my own, but I was worried that if I hung about in the changing room any longer, security might throw me out. A second text came through a few minutes later, asking "Did you take that pill I sent you? I'm so hard for you right now." A picture of his dick, his perfect dick, was attached to the text. His cock was eight inches long, blooming head, and he big heavy looking balls. He'd pulled down his jogging bottoms and taken a picture while at the wheel of his car. I knew I was going to struggle with it, which was why he had sent me a little blue pill, saying it would help keep me hard. He also sent a bottle of poppers for my use. Thanks to the picture, the excitement (at least temporarily) won out over my fears. I went to my locker, stripped, and, pretending to cough, slipped the pill into my mouth. Then, feeling a bit daring, (and perhaps because there was nobody in the changing room for the briefest of moments), I stripped down completely, turned-on my cell phone camera, held my semi-hard cock in one hand, and snapped a photograph of my cock. Just then the door opened, which quickly killed my nerve. I wrapped myself in the towel I'd been given, which wasn't nearly as big as I would have liked, and checked out the picture before I sent it to him. I thought I looked pretty good. My dick certainly wasn't as big as his, but it was still a decent six inches. My skinny, pale frame might have been a bit gangly, but he said he liked it like that, and he had also sais he loved my curly dark brown hair and 'pouty lips', to use his description. As I was pretty sure he'd like the photo, I texted it to him with the caption "Took it. Waiting for you." Gathering my nerves, I stood by my locker a few minutes more, and I noticed the guys who passed through the locker room in the next few minutes seemed more comfortable that I was wearing a towel, as opposed to when I was in my street clothing, but for the most part I was mostly left alone. I also noticed that while my towel went barely half-way down my thighs, other guys had longer towels, but I wasn't willing to make a fuss with the door guy, as somehow he seemed to annoyed about something. A few minutes later, another text came through saying "Fucking hot! I can't wait to have that. I'm gonna be awhile – take the poppers and go find somewhere to relax." A smarter, less horny kid than I might have worked out what was going on at that point, but I was too naïve. I felt scared, but the thought of him 'having that' was enough to push me forward. I took the poppers from my jeans pocket and, since I couldn't take it any further into the sauna, put my phone in my shoe, I locked my stuff away, put the banded key around my wrist, and, in a not-so-confident stride, passed-through the the door that led into the sauna.

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I have a whole list of them, 'fetishes' that I consider my 'trigger fetishes', things that SET ME OFF sexually, make me drool (or precum or feel arousal) The effect, although sexual, is much like the response of a well-conditioned PAVLOVIAN dog! Among the first FETISHES I recall were 'exotic guys' with great tans and guys with shaggy, pretty hair. Possibly because my dad used to rail against 'those damn hippies' or saying something like 'faggot women'! The allure of rebel pirates, rock-n-rollers and the FORBIDDEN! And that was in the days when I was still 'straight', chasing and falling 'in love' with girls like a teen-aged fool. But I already noticed older guys sporting BULGES (especially in denims) and the ripple of their KNOBS showing against denims... 'ARE THEY GOING COMMANDO?' I wanted to ask and to feel, but IMPOSSIBLE! Inappropriate! And with that mystery it triggered a new, confusing LUST!!!! Scouring the internet in my fully gay phase, exploring 'the dark side' I went into SEXUAL OVERDRIVE (for a new fetish) when I saw cocky, shaggy-haired young guys proudly posing in or on Jeeps, on the beach, dressed in flip-flops and shorts, being introduced as NEW MEMBERS in a previously unheard-of BAREBACK GROUP (on yahoo I think it was). Before that 'bareback' was an occasional, guilt-ridden departure from 'being safe', still a major taboo (for me). That was maybe 15 years ago when that 'openly, unrestricted bareback, risk-taking lifestyle' was still alien to me. At about the same time I discovered the picture of an Atlanta bad-boy on-line, proudly posing with a hard-on and a Prince Albert in an open Jeep. He was the one who had just months ago snatched away my pretty, much younger BF at the time, and introduced him to a NEW LIFESTYLE in the 'scene' in Atlanta. I had learned that the dude was already in a 'poly-amorous' relationship with two other guys and apparently my boy was their NEW RECRUIT! They were all under 30, flight attendants, bar-tenders, models/hustlers, ALL POZ, all promiscuous and all-out BAREBACKERS!!! Fast forward to now and all those 'things' are now 'trigger fetishes' to me: bad boy sluts, promiscuity, bareback talk and action, Jeeps, flip-flops on sexy guys, Prince Albert piercings, guys who are POZ... recently I added 'elongated fuck-holes' (man-cunts), leathery, well-used, modified, cut cocks to the list as well as sexy guys pissing... like dogs! With no care in the world! Making me drool like a horny Pavlovian dawg!

Before leaving my mates I was checking my favourite swingers site to see if there was any str8 or curious cock about when I came across the profile of a right tasty scally str8 bit of rough called Roy who had fucked me before just after coming out of prison. I sent him a wink & msg to see if he was still into fucking arse or reverted back to pussy. He replied almost instantly & was pleased to hear from me. He said he hooked up with a guy a few weeks after we’d fucked but It wasn’t doing it for him so he stuck to fucking pussy, he’d also managed to knock one of the bird up & kid No4 was due in 3 months. He sent a second msg asking for pics of my arse which I happily sent him. 5 or 10 minutes passed without a response, I was about to log off thinking the pics put him off when he replied saying my pics had got him rock hard! I quickly replied suggesting he come to mine & put his big dick in my cunthole & give me a good hard rough shafting & fill me with his fertile cum. I included my address & he replied saying he was on his way. I headed home & he arrived 10 minutes after me. As soon as I closed the door behind him he grabbed hold of me & manhandled me to the floor, he pinned me down & pushed down my joggers & got his big dick out, he then force his dick up my arse, I gasped as his thick shaft stretched my hole. The cum in my hole lubed his dick and he raped me mercilessly till he climaxed & his dick spewed big thick wad of cum deep in me. It was the best rape I’d have in months. We got naked & he got me on the sofa on my back, he shoved his dick back in & thrust it up my arse hard & fast, on & on he kept pounding me with the stamina of a herd of bulls till I orgasmed & shot my load all over my belly, I milked his dick hard till his dick pumped his second load in me. I’ve got 4 of his loads in me now, pillows stuffed under my arse keeping it up to get his cum deep in my guts. All ready to work on load number 5.🤤🍆💦💦💦💦

He's also not straight, anymore. He'll keep wanting you and other men to satisfy him.

PART 4 He got a look in his eye that I craved. Carnal. He told me to lie back and I obeyed. He lay on top of me and we started to make out fiercely. His hands roamed my body past my cock which was not erect and to my hole. the second I felt him at my ass I knew I needed it. I craved it. He knew what I needed and well and pushed his fingers in. My ass was ready for it and more. he fingered me and I greedily took it all while enjoying every heightened sensation. He moved around and his beautiful hard cock was in my mouth. I got him nice and wet, then he turned me over onto my stomach with force, pulled my ass up and shoved his prick in my awaiting hole. It was heaven. I was luxuriating in the feel of his rough fuck. The next hour flashed by in hot moment of other worldly pleasure. Flesh. Cock. Hole. Cum. It felt like moments, it felt like a lifetime. I felt so connected to this man who had opened my world. Around halfway through the second hour he said the sexiest thing: He asked, holding up the syringe "are you ready for more?". "Yes" He set to work prepping round two and then tied off my arm again, I was transfixed on the process this time. I felt connected to the rig as it flashed, loved the slow urgency with which he emptied the contents into my vein. Again a mischievous grin crossed his face "A bit more this time." he untied the tourniquet and said simply "Enjoy, pig" My ears started ringing. I couldn't breath. A cough- the feeling of complete freedom, horniness and pleasure overtook me. I touched myself all over. I was right next to him. touching my cock and staring at his needle like it was porn. Watching him slam was better than any of the slam videos I'd seen. It made me hot all over to see his blood register and I undid his tourniquet. He coughed and as soon as that cleared grabbed me and we kissed as if it was the only thing in the world, because for us it was. Passion like I'd never experienced, we quickly moved through what had up til then been in my repetoir and started to play with new things. Hours passed in a frenzied, naked, carnal moment. Things started to calm down a little and I came back into my body enough to realize the time. Shit- My room mate would be home from work soon. I had to end this, had to get him out. She couldn't see me like this, she couldn't know. But... I wasn't ready to be done. The thought alone filled me with yearning. I had just been set free by this gorgeous man with his taut body and beautiful ways. I told him my room mate would be home soon and he'd have to go. As if sensing my hesitation he said "Do you want me to go?" "No, but..." "Do you want to go with me?" "Go with you to where?" He reached out his hand "Do you want to go with me?" he asked with more authority. Less question and more command. I was a smart guy I thought through the possibilities of where this could go. I knew I should have said no. I knew I was in over my head already and too much adventure for one day... who knew what would happen. But in spit of all this rational thought... "Yes." "Yes, what?" "I want to go with you... sir" End part 4 Two more parts to go for this particular story

Part 3 As he pushed it in I felt nothing- That surprised me. In the videos there always seemed to be such a strong- And then it hit me. The Rush. It was like everything I'd heard and seen and like nothing I've ever felt. I was someone new. Free. I felt myself coughing as it hit me and then felt a tsunami of horniness envelop my being. "Good, huh?" he said. "Fuck yes. I...Holy fuck..." "Lay back baby and enjoy the rush. I'll be there in a minute" he said strapping his arm and bringing his point out. "Can I..." "You wanna watch?" "Yes, please. Yes, sir" "Oh wow. we're gonna have fun. You are a little piggy boy. I had a feeling about you- I knew that freak was in there. You just needed a little encouragement. Yes, pig. come over here and watch me." I came next to him and watched as he prepped. Once the needle was in his arm he looked at me. and then the flash. I let out an involuntary groan as his blood filled the syringe. and then it disappeared into his arm. As the rush hit him I lay back unable to control the heat taking over my body. I had to get naked now. I peeled off my pants so I was just in my briefs. I had chosen this outfit for work, not sex. Blue briefs were economic for working, not as sexy as a jockstrap would have been. So i pulled them off right away and started to touch myself. "I'm so fucking horny. This feels so amazing. Thank you, thank you for introducing me to this." He leaned in and kissed me. Then got up and stripped as well. While he stripped I touched myself all over, never satisfied, always needing more. always so turned on. He dimmed the lights and put porn on a laptop. He was wearing black bikini briefs. Much sexier. Without taking them off he lay next to me and we made out. I felt his tongue begging for entrance into my mouth and I let him in. We made out for what felt like seconds but also years. Time was different as a concept now. "One last thing- I only fuck bareback." "perfect" "and I'm poz. is that going to be an issue" A dull red flag raised in the back of my mind every sex ed class and every moment of my life till now screamed in the back of my head "yes, it's an issue. that's not alright" but I wanted him. needed him. That dull voice was drown out by my guttural instant response of "No, I want you. all of you" End part 3

Part 2 Master is fingering my hole with his thick finger as he drives. It's been an hour and finally he reveals our destination. "You got lucky, boy. I know a rest stop where you can suck and get fucked for hours." I moan at the thought. "Ya I'm gonna get you really piggy. See this rest stop is known as a fuck stop. Everyone knows it's only for sleazy cock sluts and the men they serve. You ready for that faggot?" I nod and moan. "No you ain't boy not yet. He pulls out a rig. "You need this in you first, I think your first is wearing out" he said with a grin. I didn't think he knew, then again I didn't even care to think about anything other than being a fuck hole for this alpha man. We arrive. The outside is completely normal, but that changes as we enter the restrooms. A symphony of male lust surrounds us as we walk past piss pigs kneeling under a golden stream, cocksuckers getting throat fucked and bottom sluts getting stretched out by big white dick. Master leads me to a stall and administers my slam. I cough heavy and lose my breath. "Oh fuck hail meth! Hail Sarah Palin! Fuck ya im a slut for Sarah Palin" the words fly out of my mouth. They caught the attention of some studs. "That's a good boy! Take that slam. Get over here and suck this big cock, slut" master nods and I hungrily swallow the fat uncut cock. I feel a hand on my hole then a blunt pain shooting through my body quickly turned into a powerful pleasure. I scream around the cock in my mouth but it only makes the stud shove his cock deeper down my throat causing my throat to bulge. Master unleashes a torrent of yellow piss on me as I hump back on the cock splitting my hole open. All I can think about is how I wish I had another hole to take more cock into. I'm moaning like a whore around my studs cock. I hear grunting behind me and I clench my hole to milk the load out of the big cock in my ass.. "take. This. Fucking . Load. FAGGOT! He releases big globs of hot cum so deep in my hole I can almost feel it in my stomach. He slaps my ass and walks away. I'm still gagging and choking on the big cock in my mouth when I feel a hand on my ass forcing two fingers in my hole then quickly out. My hole gapes open letting out almost all the cum just deposited in me with a splat on the ground. Seeing how much cum I was holding in my hole pushed the stud at my mouth over the edge and he started filling my mouth with cum. It was so bitter but I loved it. I swallowed as quickly as I could but he was overflowing my mouth.. I caught what I could in my hands and licked it up. He chuckles and spits on my face. I push it to my mouth and savor the taste of his spit. I feel the fingers on my hole again and realize I don't know who they belonged to. I turn around to see a sexy, muscular biker wearing all leather. His hard muscle glistens with sweat. He has nothing on under his leather jacket leaving his hairy torso exposed. I immediately turn around a start to nuzzle his cod piece. "Damn boy, I need a fuck hole that loves cock as much as you do." Master looked up "he's yours if you want him. I wanted to see if he deserved to be here and he definitely does. He can come here again if he wants my cock but I won't stop another alpha man from taking possession of a cock sucker". The biker grabbed my chin and roughly thrusted it up, "hear that boy? You're mine now" he spit into my face and rubbed it in. We get outside and he leads me to his bike. I get on behind him and wrap my arms around his hard body.. I wonder where he's taking me. I hope there's plenty of hard cock..

Part 2 I thought the changing rooms were warm, but the heat that hit me when I entered the sauna itself was like a wall. The smell of water and the cleaning agents filled my nose, but they weren't strong enough to cover up the smells of men in the air. A few guys sat on benches positioned against the wall. Most of the guys had closed their eyes, presumably listening to the background music, which was some sort of repetitive house beat that sounded like the background music in a porn film. One guy, who looked like he was Turkish, checked me out as I came in. He looked me up and down and smirked. His skin shined with sweat and water, and he looked like he'd been there a while. I smiled weakly back before sliding through the first door I passed, not really paying attention to where I was going. My heart thumped in my chest – just that one interaction was enough to get my pulse racing. I wondered if I'd even last till my friend joined me before chickening out, but I pressed on. After a bit of searching, I managed to stumble to the place that my friend had told me to go, the hot tub, which was at the far end of a corridor off of which were showers that bubbling away. Two guys were in the hot tub, one, an older guy with greasy black hair and tattoos, who sat in one corner, his eyes closed, and the other was a white guy with a completely shaved head. He looked to be fairly young, by no means as young as I, but probably in his early 30s. He smiled at me when I approached, which again, was enough to make me worry, but as my friend told me to try out the hot tub, I knew that when he finally arrived, that was where he'd look to find me. As casually as I was able, I removed my towel, and hung it on one of the hooks that lined the wall by the hot tub, and, covering my cock and balls with my hand, the mark of a newbie, and which made the skinhead laugh, I climbed up the steps into the hot tub. The water wasn't as hot as I was expecting, but it was still warm enough. The bubbles splashed over me as I moved through the water. At its deepest, it came up to my bellybutton, but the seats around the side submerged me right up to my shoulders. Placing the poppers on the ledge nearest me, I sat well away from the other two guys. The older guy didn't seem to notice me at all, or, for that matter, even open his eyes, but the skinhead stood-up pretty much the second I sat down and moved closer to me. I felt myself flinch as he sat down next to me, but I didn't move away, reasoning that he might get angry. “Hey,” he asked, “I'd ask if you came here often, but I think I'd remember if I'd seen you here before.” With that, he leaned in, I think with the intention of kissing my neck, but at that point, I did pull away, and moved further along the bench until I was backed into the corner. He responded with a quick laugh, asking “Oh, it's actually your very first time, isn't it?” I nodded, explaining “I'mmm, I'm waiting for my fffr, my friend. He should be here soon.” The skinhead chucked at my explanation, and again closed the gap between us, put his arm on the ledge around me, though only slightly touching me, he stroked my shoulder with his thumb. “Err, I'm err-” I tried to stutter some sort of response. "Waiting for your friend, I know. But he won't mind if I wait with you, will he? Keep you safe from some of the creeps who want to suck you off right here and now." He smiled as his arm slipped from the ledge, went around my waist, and pulled me closer to himself, so our bodies were touching slightly. I swallowed. At that point, the pump that circulated the water in the hot tub switched-off, undoubtedly on some sort of timer, with the result that bubbles cleared after a few seconds. I was stunned: the skinhead's cock was huge, and fully erect, and he had some sort of piercing in the head of his cock. I gasped and jumped, intending to to leave the tub, but the skinhead held me down with his surprisingly tight grip, and nodded towards the older guy across the tub. “It's alright, he'll get it.” And even as he spoke, the older man reached-over, and pressed a button on the wall. There was a quiet rumble, and after a few seconds, the bubbles began again. I couldn't help but take one last quick glance downwards before everything disappeared beneath the moving water again. I guessed his cock was about nine inches, and was as thick as all hell. Round the base, I saw that there was a thick black cock ring, and further up his stomach, I saw something black, a tattoo on his stomach I assumed, but I couldn't make it out before it was obscured by the bubbles. I looked back up at him to see him smirking, and quietly he asked “Like what you see?”

Part One: A Blinking Light ********************************************** A bump in the road snapped me back to reality. It was nothing more than a gravel driveway, and I slowly navigated the darkness, the crunching sound of tire on stone and rock the only audible noise, heading for my destination. My stomach lurched with every tiny bump and pothole I hit. Yes, I was really doing this. My mind began to wander back again to our conversation just a few minutes previously. I had been driving when the telltale flash of my phones status light told me I had a message, that distinct orangish hue indicating it was from Grindr. I was in the middle of nowhere so I did what I shouldn't have and flicked open the app. He had started simply enough with a "hey man," and little did I know it would be anything but simple from there on out. As I always do, I flipped to his profile to see what I was dealing with: no picture, 46, 6'0", 145#, top, right now, positive. My pulse quickly sped up with that last part. It didn't say undetectable. Ordinarily no picture means instant dismissal but a guy on Grindr who straight up said positive was a rare find indeed! Of course guys who say positive often mean undetectable, but still the thrill of his stats (that one in particular) had me intrigued enough to respond. "Hi there." "You looking for some fun sexy stud? Slightly older guy here, but always ready to please." Slightly corny, but okay, I was still horned. "Depends on what you have in mind for me." Vague and elusive, I wanted him to give me more so that even if he turned out to be one of the thousands of flakes, at least I'd have something to beat off to when I get home. "Looking to slide inside a young buck such as yourself and ride him until I unleash my seed inside." A barebacker it sounded like, just my type of response! But now for the real test. "Sounds hot, you got any pics to share?" My phone fell silent for a moment. I knew it, he was one of those guys who probably hit up everyone in range just to amuse himself. I set the phone back down and returned myself to the task at hand of driving, though I noticed with slight amusement that he had definitely gotten the blood flow going down there. And then the steady pulsing of the notification light returned. He had responded. Oh fuck! His pictures took my growing uncut 7-inch piece straight to a solid state. His first pic was a full body shot. He was definitely rocking a semi-wasted look. He was thin with a hint of rib cage showing beneath his well-tanned skin, a nice but not too thick pellet of fur on his chest. His face was slightly gaunt, a thick but trimmed beard and a buzzed head. Thin, hairy, and veiny legs supported him, but his cock... my god, it was true what they said about wasting men--it makes their cocks more impressive. It looked long, uncut like mine, with an ample shaft but a quite impressive head that definitely flared out under the hood. It was the type of head, much thicker than the shaft, that would create that feel of a suctioning plunger inside an ass. There was a second picture, an even more impressive close-up of his wonderful monster. Now clearly hard and pointing at an erect and upright angle the head looked solidly larger than the shaft as I had noticed from the first picture, and just the tip of his piss slit peaking through the opening of his foreskin with a succulent and substantial strand of precum dangling down. I was sold. I responded with a picture of myself and one of my ass, as clearly that would be the most interesting part of me to him. I am a pretty good looking guy if you can get me to admit it. I stand 28, 5'11", 179#, fit though not muscular or ripped, but well exercised from all the sports I play. My chest is smooth, my skin a lightly tanned color, and my ass nice and firm--a slight bubble to it--and just a hint of fuzz on it. "Boy, I would love to be inside that beautiful pink hole, unleashing my seed inside you." "Fuck yeah man. It sounds like you play raw and shoot positive seed, right?" Again my phone fell silent. Had I perhaps broached that topic too quickly? I'm not one for small talk usually, but maybe this time should I have held off slightly, let the conversation develop more? The flash returned. "Prefer raw here, boy. My cock doesn't appreciate plastic. Oh, and my seed will change you - if that's what you want." Fuuuuuuck. It was. "It is, but your cock looks quite large, not sure that head will make it in!" "It's the hardest part to take, but once it's in, you'll never want it out." "Where are you?" This time there was no pause. Up popped the little map clip with the marker. Holy hell, he was just a few miles ahead. I was on a state road, but at 11:00 PM it was all but deserted and dark from the thick woods on either side. I had driven this road many times and had never noticed a house along my drive. "Looks like I'm driving toward you now and would arrive at your place in about five minutes. Is that too quick an arrival?" "Not at all. That cock pic is me - now. I'm ready if you are, boy." "Then I guess I'll see you shortly!" "Fuck yeah boy. Just be sure, 'cause I don't stop once I start, and once I'm in my head doesn't soften until it has unleashed its load inside you." Music to my ears. "I want it." "See you soon." And now, just a few minutes later, here I was, his small house in front of me, deep back in the woods. I parked, turned-off the Jeep, and took a deep breath. Last chance. I opened the door and stepped out into the crisp, cold, late-night air of a fall evening. Another deep breath and a pause. I turned and walked to the door and knocked. A few seconds later I heard footsteps approach the door. A hand on the knob, and the door opened. "Come on in," a voice said from inside. The room was dark, I couldn't see him in there. One last deep breath. I stepped inside.

The faint, green glow of the lights on my alarm clock said it was 4:10 a.m., and I was wide awake. I lay there a moment, instinctively reaching down and rubbing my hard dick, and then reaching further to finger the wet spot in my briefs where some of the two loads of cum I had taken last night had leaked out of my hole while I slept. Nothing better than going to bed fully loaded, with an aching hole after a deep, rough breeding. My thoughts of the night before were interrupted by the sounds of raised voices on the street. I rolled out of bed, walked to the window, and pulled the blinds back to see what was going on. In front of the building right across the street I could see a woman in a black short skirt, black top, high heels, and bleached out hair slumped against the wall of the building while shaking her head. I slid the window back and could hear more clearly the man’s voice as he was standing near the street, then walking back towards her, then back to the street, his arms flailing about in anger as he yelled at her for some unknown reason. He was a tall, handsome looking black man in a tan button down shirt, tan dress pants, and after a minute of yelling at her, he walked back to the street, lit a cigarette, and seemed to ignore her. Being curious, and now fully awake, I kept watching this little scene and after a couple of minutes I saw the man step into the street and wave at someone. A car soon pulled into view, the man walked up to the passenger side window, bent down and spoke to whoever was in the car, stood back up and motioned for the woman to come over, but she just kept her head down and seemed to slide down the wall a bit further. The man’s voice now got louder, and more demanding, and as he stepped away from the car towards the woman, the car drove off. So, either it was their ride and they didn’t want to wait or it was something else, and being curious I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, my sneakers, grabbed my keys and headed downstairs. I got out on the corner and the man was still there and at first I did not see the woman, but then while waiting for the light to change, saw she was now sitting on the sidewalk, leaning against the building wall, her head hanging down further. The light changed, I crossed the street, and as I did another car slowed down and then stopped. I walked slowly and watched as before as the guy walked up to the car, spoke to the driver, motioned towards the woman, exchanged a few more words, then the car drove off. As the man walked back to the sidewalk I could clearly hear him now, “Fucking bitch. You work when I tell you to work. You hear me? You don’t say no! You ain’t made shit tonight, SHIT!” My suspicions were confirmed, she was a working girl and he was trying to find her a John, so maybe I should walk a different way. Just as I was deciding to go a different direction, the man saw me, and yelled out, “Man, my man, come here, hey my man, got a light?” I stopped, now unsure if I should respond or just keep going like I didn’t hear him, but I decided what the hell, so I started to walk towards him. “Hey my man, what’s going on with you?” he said as he got close. Now that I was on street level I could see he was tall, about 6 foot 2, maybe 210, maybe in his 40’s, but still young looking and handsome for sure. “Sorry, I don’t have a light,” I said as I stopped in front of him. His bloodshot eyes focused on me, he blew a stream of cigarette smoke my way as he said, “ Fuck what? A light? Oh yeah, a light, right man, no worries, no worries. I umm…” The man now paused, looked around, glanced at the woman who’s head was now resting on her chest, shook his head and said, “Well, it is what it is I guess. You ain’t a cop or nothing man are you? No? Cool, cool. I mean, you know man, I got my girl out here, just trying to make us a little something. Our car broke down, so we got to find some way to get home, so you know man, if you up for a little something, she’s good for it. Whatever you want man, just tell me what you working with.” The man dropped his cigarette butt onto the sidewalk, put it out with his shoe, looked around again, pulled his pack out, lit another, and waited for me to reply. I could not help but stare at him, he was sexy as fuck, and I was still totally horned so I figured what the hell and replied, “I understand, and thanks for the offer, but – and no offense – but I’m not really into her. I’m…I’m...” The man tilted his head a little, his blood shot eyes squinting a little as he looked at me, he nodded and rubbed his crotch as he said, “OK man, OK, Come on, let’s get twisted.” We then walked back towards his girl, my heart racing as images of being beat up for coming onto this straight guy raced through my mind, but my dick was pushing against my jeans and my ass was aching, so I kept following him. He bent down and said something to the woman, lifted her chin, and I could see her eyes were closed – she had passed out. He let her chin drop back onto her chest, shook his head, turned and said, “Dumb bitch can’t handle shit! She always over does it. Come on.” Before we had gotten 5-feet, this large blue and white pickup slowed down, honked, and the guy I was with clearly knew them as he walked over. The passenger window rolled down and I saw a younger guy in the passenger seat and the guy I was with leaned in the open window and spoke with the driver, turning once to motion back at me. I felt nervous and unsure what to do and thought maybe I should just go home now, but just then the truck took off, the guy came back, and we walked to the end of the building then turned right into a dead-end t-bone alley that ran between the building, a fast food joint, and a church. I followed him to the left in the alley and he stepped between two of the trash dumpsters behind the fast food joint, put his cigarette between his teeth, unzipped his pants, fished out a long black dick, and nodded. I got on my knees, too late realizing the alley seemed to be covered in a mix of grease, dirt, and who knew what else, but right then I did not care. He leaned back against the wall as I pulled his foreskin back, inhaled his funk and aroma, and just as I was ready to start sucking him he put his hand on my head and said, “Not until I see that green.” Huh? Oh fuck. I stood up, reached into my pocket and pulled out what cash I had in my jeans and counted it out, $63. I held my hand out, he took the cash, his dick bouncing a little as it had gotten harder, and he said, “It’s a little light man, that’s all you got? OK, let’s go, but hang on a minute. I need to hit some shit.” The man reached into his pants pocket, brought out a glass pipe, fished a baggy out, put some rock in the pipe, and leaned against the wall as he heated the end of the glass pipe, and inhaled the thick, white smoke from the rock. His body shook violently for about 5-seconds, he then let out a big sigh, took another long hit, closed his eyes, and I got on my knees as he leaned back against the wall and let me ease the head of his dick into my mouth. His dick skin felt rough, and he had a totally cheesy head, which I slurped right up and loved it. I probably should have been afraid of being caught, but sucking some straight dude in an alley who was smoking a crack pipe with cum still up my ass – fuck this was awesome! As his dick grew larger and I worked down the shaft, I realized that what I thought was just rough skin had turned into bumps and rough patches and what I thought was just sweat funk, smelled like old meet that had been left out on the counter too long. I paused, pulled back, turned his dick a little with my hand trying to see if I was imagining it, and could not really see anything as it was too dark. I looked up, took a chance and said, “I love taking infected, nasty dick.” He just let out an evil little laugh and pushed my head back onto his dick, which seemed to have grown even more, and was now a good 10-inches, broad and thick, and heavy as shit. I assumed he would want to nutt quick and bounce, so I was deep throating him, gagging and choking and sucking fast and furious to pull out his load when he placed his hand back on my head, pushed me back a little and said, “Ease up man. You got a good mouth. Let me enjoy those lips.” I did as he asked and took my time savoring his big black dick, letting him work my throat open so he could go a little deeper with each thrust. After sucking his infected dick for a few minutes more, my knees were getting sore, so I pulled off, stood up and said, “I just need a minute.” He didn’t say anything, just stayed as he was and took another long hit on his pipe again and when he did, the glow from his lighter showed he had a little smirk on his face. I was about ready to get back on my knees when he said, “You like that dick? You like how it tastes? How it bangs your throat?” “Yeah,” I said, “I like that it’s big, nasty, am sure it has made my throat bleed a little in the back, and bet it would feel great ripping my ass up, leaving its mark inside coating my guts.” “And my cock is dripping and ready to rip that ass right now,” a deep voice said from behind me. What the fuck? I about pissed myself as I literally jumped and turned around to find another black guy standing in the alley, watching us. He was bigger than the first guy, about 6 foot 5, linebacker build like a football player, heavy and thick, with a full close-cut beard that was a little longer on his chin. Our guest stepped into the space between the two dumpsters, seeming to fill my only way to freedom as he then put his huge hand on my chest and pushed me backwards until my back hit the brick wall and said, “Where you going little rabbit?” He continued to hold me against the wall as I stammered, “I..uhhh…..was just…you know…I….” The big man holding me laughed as he reached up and lightly slapped my face with his other hand, “Damn Marvin, you’re white whores are never very bright are they? That’s all right, cause their mouths should be full and busy and not able to talk anyways, ain’t that right?” He let go of my chest, reached into his pants, and pulled out a pipe similar to Marvin’s, but bigger. “You ever smoke rock? No? You know what rock is? It’s crack. Me and my boy been smoking all night and my cock’s been hard as shit so I decided we should find Marvin and get us some nice white whore to slob this knob and help me settle my monster down. But since his main girl is knocked out, looks like any whore will do, and Marvin here says you’re looking to get your pussy fucked. Well, my old monster right here can do the job and I don’t care if it’s girl pussy or boi pussy, my monster just needs a hot one to cum in.” I just stood there in a bit of shock as Marvin hit his pipe, watched him close his eyes as the high washed over him, and our guest said, “Open your mouth, now when Marvin here is ready, he’s going to pass his smoke to you and when he does you breath it in deep and hold it, got that?” I nodded and the seconds seemed like minutes and then as Marvin leaned forward, our guest took his mammoth hands and grabbed my head while I opened my mouth and closed my eyes and waited. I felt Marvin’s mouth cover mine and then a weird tickling, warm sensation as he exhaled his smoke into me. “Breathe it in now, deep and hold it like I said,” the guy repeated. The smoke did not seem that bad, but there was a lot of it and after Marvin moved his mouth away I did cough and choke a little, making them both laugh. Marvin was the first to speak as I wiped the tears out of my eyes, “Jay, come on man, I told you he was a newbie. You know I only provide you whore’s I know can take what you are going to dish out – fuck your monster scares them – but this one, I just don’t know.” “I like em fresh sometimes too,” Jay replied, “Especially when they got cock-hungry pink holes that need to be ripped and ridden and a few hits of our rock and this whore will be bucking broncos like a pro. Now here, watch how I hit my pipe, then I will hold it so you can hit it too, and you will keep taking both our smoke as well. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it.” I nodded, opened my mouth like a baby bird for Jay to feed me his smoke, and this time seemed to feel a little rush either from the smoke, or just being scared. After Jay pulled away and I exhaled, I said, “Won’t we get caught back here? What if someone walks down here?” Jay laughed, shook his head and said, “Naw, not gonna happen. I parked my truck up front and my boy is watching, he won’t let anyone down this way, besides, this time of night the only folks out are whores and those looking for em,” which made Marvin lose half his smoke as he started laughing and shaking his head vigorously in agrgeement. Jay then handed me the pipe, guided me through my hit as he lit the bowl, telling me how to roll the stem, breath it in deep, hold it, then he said, “Now get on your knees, smoke out Marvin’s dick, get that shit hard.” Marvin let out a big, “HHMMMMM,” almost a purr, as I blew the smoke out around his dick. FUCK – THAT SMOKE BURNED MY LUNGS as I felt the high hit me like a fist, so fucking intense and amazing. When I finished I stood back up, hit Jay’s pipe again and this time he had his dick out, so I knelt and gave him the same treatment and as I did so I noticed his dick was slimy and coated and crusted in a smelly and sticky goo. His dick was longer, about 12-inches, and thick as my wrist, and I knew there was no way in hell I could take that, but since I figured I was going to suck them off soon I focused on the next hit. I suddenly could not get enough and asked for more, loving how the crack was making me feel and I felt so fucking horny I could barely stand it. This time as I finished smoking Marvin’s dick, Jay reached down and yanked my t-shirt up and over my head then said, “Get those pants off, let’s see what you working with.” I hesitated, but the look on Jay’s face in the dim glow of his lighter as he took a hit, showed me the man was serious, so I took my jeans off, hung them on the back corer of the dumpster, and put my sneakers back on. I then bent over and started slobbing on the head of Jay’s monster dick, while I turned and offered Marvin my hole. This time his, “HHMMMMM,” was deeper and louder and he drove two fingers up into my ass. I jumped forward a little stuffing my throat with Jay’s dick, but Marvin pulled me back with his left hand, while his right hand continued to explore my ass. His nails were sharp and out of reflex I tried to pull away again, but he held me tight as he said “HHMMMMM.” With no way to run, all I could do was take it like the cum whore I wanted to be as he clawed at my ass, mixing last night’s cum in with my ass juices and some fresh blood where his nails had tore up my guts. I sighed as he pulled his fingers out, and felt the blunt head of his dick at my hole. “You ready to be my whore?” Marvin asked, “Ready to take this dick? Ready to be a good whore?” I started to beg and plead for his dick when he said, “Shhh, don’t talk, I don’t want to hear you talk, now shut up.” So now when he started again, “You ready to be my whore?” Ready to take this dick?” all I did was say, “Hmmmm.” Even with my hole pretty wet, it still hurt like hell when he pushed through my ass ring and he gave me no time to get used to it. He grabbed my hips harder, pushed his dick in one long thrust balls deep, pulled all the way back out, and thrust back in. I should say “balls and zipper deep” as he still had his pants on, but had pulled his balls out too, so when he thrust all the way in his balls were smashed up under my hole, and his pant’s zipper rubbed against my upper ass cheeks. Marvin said, “Yeah you’re a whore, damn, got that deep deep hole, just like a whore should, just like a whore who needs this big nasty dick, needs that big nasty nutt, needs that deep deep infecting that pussy, making a NASTY hole, NASTY, NASTY.” Jay said, “Alright, let me open that throat up.” Leaving his dick inside me, Marvin turned me a little so I came face-to-face to with Jay’s monster dick. The sharp pain from Marvin’s first thrusts into my ass were a distant memory as my hole felt hot, the crack making my whole body want him as deep as he could go, so I angled my hips up and out to give him as much access to my ass as I could. I couldn’t hold back any more and begged, “Please infect me, please make my hole nasty, please breed me, please make me your whore.” Jay grabbed the sides of my head and said, “He said shut up, now open that throat so I can see if that mouth can be trained to take this monster right! That’s it, now use that tongue to lick my head, work it in my piss slit, there you go, scoop out my gonno juice, like how that tastes? That’s right, clean my crusty dick with those lips, now open that throat wide so I can bust that neck!” While Jay started slamming my mouth with his infected monster, Marvin took his right hand and made me arch my back while he braced himself against the dumpster with his left hand as he now angled his dick into my ass. He was stretching me deep and wide, his balls slapped my ass hard, and his zipper scraped the skin off my upper cheeks. I felt like I was going to pass out as the high from the crack had me flying and Jay’s dick was blocking all air in my throat. Jay had angled my neck with his hands just enough so that his dick slid past my gag reflex and my neck and throat muscles strained, convulsed, spasmed as Jay held his dick in my throat. Hearing me gag and choke sent Marvin over the edge, “Come on whore, show me you want it, show me you want it, show me you….OH SHIT…OH…SHIT….FUCKIN WHORE!” On his last thrust he slammed it as hard and deep as he could and held it there, his whole body shaking as he unloaded into my ass, giving me his infected cum. He then yanked his dick out in one quick pull, making my guts cramp right up and I grunted and groaned as that pain was worse than him entering me. At the same time Jay yanked his dick out of my mouth and while I gasped for air, he pushed me down on onto my knees and Marvin stuck his dick in my mouth so I could suck him clean. Still sounding like a fish on the deck of a boat, I was gasping as Marvin pushed me away, took two steps back, a big breath, and teased me with his glistening dick. I was shaking now, and a bit disoriented as I reached back and touched my tender ass and my fingers came away covered in cum, tinged with pink and red. Jay smiled as he filled his pipe, took several hits, then handed it to me, “Hit it hard, that’s right, don’t that shit feel good? Get’s that pussy hungry don’t it? Got my monster hungry too, look at that – BRICK! Here hit it some more, good, now for the main event, hand me your t-shirt. I was a little confused, but I grabbed my t-shirt off the corner of the dumpster and handed it to Jay. He spun me around, and to my shock pulled the t-shirt around my face, forcing a chunk of it in my mouth like a gag as he tied it tight at the back of my head. Jay then used both hands to turn me to the side so I was wedged into the corner between the trash dumpster and the brick wall of the fast food joint. I placed one hand on the wall, the other on a metal bar on the end of the dumpster, and pushed my ass back to meet his beefy fingers, which he shoved in my hole hard and deep. “Damn, looks like Marvin got that hole nice and wet for my monster, now little rabbit, time to get whore fucked? You ready?” Nothing could have prepared me for Jay’s 12-inch monster. While his head felt a little smaller than Marvin’s, once it was in my hole it seemed to expand and grow like a K9 knot, or the plow on the front of a snow truck. I tried to pull away, the high from the crack seeming to have vanished as Jay tried to force his dick up my ass. I squirmed, wiggled, lifted one leg to try to dislodge him, but all that did was open my hole a little more and Jay pushed on. “Fuck that pussy is tight!” Jay said, “You know how they always say this is going to hurt me more than it is you, well they fucking lied – you got about half my monster inside that hole, so push that pussy out cause here comes the rest.” My screams were lost in the t-shirt stuffed in my mouth, and I understood why now he had tied the t-shirt around my head. I reached up to try to pull the t-shirt off, but Jay’s huge right hand snatched mine, squeezed hard and twisted and yanked my arm behind my back. It felt like he dislocated my shoulder and broke my hand at the same time. Jay was now using my right arm as leverage as he raped my ass and my head was banging against the trash dumpster and the brick wall as he fucked me. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, Jay’s voice grew loud and intense, echoing off the trash dumpsters as he let go of my arm, “Pull yourself up on the corner of the dumpster like you doing a chin-up, come on, that’s it – FUCKING CHRIST – that opens that hole, don’t worry, I got you, you won’t fall, let me up in there, – FUCKING CHRIST – let me up in there. GOD DAMN YOU FUCKING WHORE. Open that pussy for me, come on now bounce on it! Ride that monster cock! Ride that cock! Bounce on it you white trash piece of shit, just like that – YES – just like that – fucking worthless whore, gonna make my monster spit. That what you want, make my monster spit? Spit up inside you? Breed that hungry pussy? You fucking white trash whore, want this big gonno infected dick? You like the green cream? You like taking that drippy dick? Fuck yeah, bounce on that dick – bounce on that dick – fucking…..oh fuck….GONNA GIVE YOU CUM WHORE, GONNA SHOOT IT, GONNA SHOOT….FUCK…SHIT……” As Jay slammed all 12-inches in he drove my whole body into the corner of the dumpster and I didn’t have time to react as my face smashed into the edge and I felt hot blood gush from my nose. I immediately let go of my handhold, but Jay had me impaled on his monster black dick, and was still bouncing me up and down like some ride at the carnival. I managed to brace myself with my left hand and with my right, tried to put pressure on my nose to stop the bleeding. Jay finally eased me to the ground and said, “Take your time, I’m fucking up in there, ease off it, go slow, that’s it, I know, I know, I got deep, but fucking-eh!” Still trying to staunch the bleeding in my nose, I slid off Jay’s dick and felt a hot rush of fuck juice run down my thighs and my gaping hole pulse as he finally pulled all the way out. I turned around, Jay flicked on his lighter, “HOLY FUCK, what happened? Here, here, let me do this,” as he untied the t-shirt, “Just lean your head back a little, don’t worry, give it a second.” I looked to the left and Marvin was just standing there, pipe in one hand, smoke trail around his face, his eyes half closed, his left hand stroking his hard dick. I pulled the t-shirt away from my face as Jay offered me his pipe, “Here, hit this, fuck whore! That shit was freaky as shit! Damn – you got some ass for sure. Big phat ass for a white boy, just right for fucking.” While I hit the pipe, Jay walked over, said a few words to Marvin, who stuffed his still hard dick back into his pants and walked away. I then took my t-shirt and rubbed my ass and thighs, and it came away dark and wet. Jay laughed, “Don’t worry, that ain’t nothing. Just the mark of a good whore fuck! Get your pants on and let’s go.” I quickly found my pants, slid my sneakers off, got my pants on, put my sneakers back on and was getting ready to pull my wet, blood stained t-shirt over my head when Jay stopped me, “Fuck no, want folks to think you been shot or shit? Just come on.” I followed Jay’s hulking shadow out of our dumpster hideout and down the alley. As we turned the corner I saw his trucked parked at the end and a tall guy leaning against the hood, the glow from a lighter showing he was smoking too. When we got close Jay said, “Hey boy, look what I found,” and motioned towards me. It was a lot brighter now with the lights from the street lamps casting a hazy glow our way and I imagined I looked quite the mess. The guy set his still smoking pipe down on the hood of the truck and walked closer to me, he reached out and turned my head from side to side, “Shit Jay, what’d you do?” Jay laughed and said, “Our tea party got a little out of hand, what the fuck you think I did?” The younger guy was about as tall as Jay but not quite as thick and he let go of my face and roughy turned me around and shoved his hand down the back of pants, brought it out, and said, “Fuck yeah! You got your nutt and bred him good. Was he a good pussy Jay? Damn I need to get up there.” Before I could protest I was shuffled forward and grunted as my body was pushed against the truck and a nice dick that felt about 10-inches slid right up my shredded hole. “HOLY SHIT THIS IS SLOPPY WET!” he exclaimed. We were only about 15 feet from the street and while still early the occasional car was driving by so I was anxiously eyeing the street and could not enjoy the raw dick up my ass. Jay laughed, “God damn, trust, I know that shit is good, now crawl the fuck off.” The young buck in my hole grunted, swore under his breath, but did as Jay asked. I pulled my pants back up, looked at Jay who had opened the driver’s side door to his truck and as he tilted his head the confusion about what he wanted was clear on my face even in the dim light of the street lamps. “Get the fuck in!” Jay ordered, “Sit in the middle, you’re coming home with us. I’m not done with you whore. I paid Marvin for a full night so you ain’t even begun to pay up yet, so come on now, I ain’t got time to waste. My monster is awake and is he hungry!” As the truck backed out of the alley, I craned my neck to see my building while Jay and his friend pressed me between their bodies. I was not sure where we were going and what was going to happen, but as Jay’s friend handed me a pipe my ass twitched and I knew as long as I was being whore fucked again, I didn’t care.

This neg guy messaged me on BBRT. He was specifically looking to convert to Poz. During our exchange of messages I explained to him that I am now very unwell, and as a consequence my home is an utter filthy mess. That didn't deter him. Now for the real test of his authenticity ... If he wanted what I could give him, he would do some housework for me, and help me have a bath to wash my wasting skinny body. He agreed. We arranged for him to visit the following day. The next day came, and he messaged asking if we were still on. OK, he was serious! I gave him my address, and told him I would leave the door off of the latch so he could just come in. 6pm arrived, he was bang on time. He entered my living room where I was watching TV. I hit the mute button. He was as his photos suggested, well built rugby build, clean shaven. A very handsome 27 year old. 'Hey Sexy'. 'Hello Sir'. 'Strip naked. Keep your trainers on,'. He did as instructed. Although once I saw he was wearing a tight hugging Jock Strap I ordered he leave that on too. 'Come over here between my legs, facing away from me'. Again, he obeyed. And I had a good grope of his sweet neg ASS. 'NICE. Very Firm'. I ordered he clean my bathroom, mop and hoover floors, and gather the huge lot of rubbish scattered all over the place as a result of not being in the best of health. After cleaning in his Jock & Trainers he ran me a bath. As he washed me we spoke ... 'Is this what you want to end up like, sick and decrepit?' 'Yes Sir. It might seem crazy to most, but, it is what I need. What I deserve. And I want to know for sure who my 'Gifter' is, so I can remember him fondly, always carrying a piece of him inside me'. Having bathed me, he dried my scrawny pale body. Naked, dry, and with finally a good wash I walked into my now tidier living room, stood in front of the TV and began channel flicking . The rugby build boy without a word knelt before me, took my flaccid Dick into his mouth, pulled on my balls. I was in no time very hard. With one hand controlling the remote, the other held behind his head as I rocked my hips. I threw the remote to the floor as I got more and more turned on, now with both hands pulling his face in tightly as I began fucking his face. Out of breath I pulled out, stood back so he could see me full length... 'You sick Bastard coming here to get converted ... This REALLY what you want?' 'Oh GOD YES Sir. Destroy me and my future'. 'You sick nasty pig'. His face lit up when I said that, as he nodded in agreement with a big happy smile on his face. I took him to the bedroom where I had a vinyl play-sheet ready on the floor. He brought his little rucksack with him, from which he took out a toothbrush, he handed it to me and got on all 4's. 'Make me bleed Sir'. 'You are one fucked up pig'.

This is a different story line from my others in this section, with different, although similar, characters. Hence the different thread. There is queer sex and het sex in this installment. The next installment will also have het sex and queer sex. Further installments in this tale will be in this thread below here. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was finishing up at work one day when I realized I was really horny. This wasn't that unusual. I was a guy with a higher then normal sex drive and a really hot girlfriend that loved to do just about everything. She even got off on sucking and watching me suck other guy's cocks and both of us getting fucked when we did occasional threesomes. We, of course, always used condoms when the other guys fucked me or her. I wondered if she knew how much I wanted to lose the rubbers and glory in getting loads in my ass and eating other guy's semen out of her. Thinking about our fucking this morning only made it worse. She was really verbal and talked about a guy we'd done a threesome with the week before. She said we should text him this evening for a repeat. She wanted me to fuck her while I sucked his cock, rolled a rubber on him and got my ass fucked. She wanted for me to cum in her pussy while he humped me and for him to blow his load in her mouth so I could kiss her after and we could all three snowball. She talked in detail about how it really turned her on watching me make out with a guy knowing his semen was in our mouths. That day I was thinking about the time before I met her when I did slip, now and then, and have really risky sex with men. I'd go to adult theaters and fuck other guys and get fucked raw, no words spoken. I'd do anon hookups in parks and backrooms in gay bars, taking loads from guys who's faces I never saw. I remembered how hot that was. I sighed; I loved my girlfriend and didn't want to endanger her health or our relationship. I was also fully aware that I was having more and better sex than the vast majority of guys on the planet. I tried but the forbidden thoughts wouldn't go away. Ok, I thought, a compromise. Surely it couldn't hurt if I just sucked a dick or two. I'd stop by the adult store on the way to my bus stop and see if I could get some action. I left work and headed down to Taboo video on 1st ave. There are three arcade booths there that are connected with glory holes. I lucked out and found the middle one empty. I fed a ten in the machine, pushed my pants down around my ankles and waited. On my right was a small hole, just big enough for a not too thick cock. To my left was a very large hole, large enough to put both arms through. Soon the door banged on my left and a man stood stroking his cock. I put my hand on the bottom of the hole and moved my mouth up in position. He stuck his smallish dick in my mouth and I obliged with a gentle suck. Before long the cock twitched a bit and I tasted my favorite sauce, semen. Predictably enough, a lull followed and I sat alone surrounded by empty booths. That was ok, there was some decent fag porn on the screen and I sat idly stroking my dick and watching some hot bareback action. Maybe ten minutes went by when, first the left door, then the right banged. The left was an older guy with a small dick. The right a good-looking middle-age man with a nice size cock that appeared to have problems getting hard. Feed that softy through the hole, buddy. I'll wake it up, post-haste. He didn't through, just sat stroking and flipping through straight porn. Phooey, a waste of space. Why sit in a gloryhole booth if you're not a sucker or suckee? I looked hopefully over to the old guy, but he just sat there watching yet more straight porn. I'd put my finger through both holes, so the guys presumably knew I was a hungry cock-sucker. No action, though. Both guys were watching me though, so I had some hope. But both just sat and stroked. Rats! A last right cock was finally hard, and a very nice cock it was. Average thickness and a bit longer than average. I'd just about given up when right cock stood up and faced the hole. I quickly fed another ten in the money slot and fingered the hole. That lovely dick immediately slid through and I was happy. After a few minutes he was losing his hard and pulled out. I looked and saw straight porn on his screen. Hey buddy, maybe that's your problem. You like getting sucked by a guy, but you don't want to admit it, so you watch porn goddesses sucking dick. Put some fag porn on the screen and admit you're a closet case who likes guys. I'll bet money against your load that that dick stays hard and I get fed my favorite fluid. Time went by and the old guy just sat and stroked, as did closet case. Doors banged on other booths as horny guys looking to feed my mouth were frustrated by the useless two. Then closet fed his dick to me again and again I was happy. This time he stayed hard. I nursed him for a while, then he pulled out, still hard, still facing the hole and stroking. I looked and saw fag porn on his screen. Alright, progress was being made! I looked again and saw that he was watching the same bareback vid I was watching. Fuck it, enough being a good boy. I stood up and backed my butt against the hole. Immediately that lovely prick nuzzled my ass. I bent over and spread my cheeks. He centered on my asshole and shoved in to the hilt in one smooth stroke. My stomach flipped over; I had a wonderful girlfriend that I loved and here I was getting fucked bareback my a guy whose face I'd never seen. Was I insane? No, I was more turned on than I'd been in ages. Fuck it, I braced myself against the left wall of the booth and moaned as closet raped my ass. My face was close to the big hole and the old guy looked at me with what I imagined was hunger. Two men fucking through a wall with no words spoken, with my ass about to be filled with anonymous cum of unknown status. Be nice and I'll let you fuck my ass next. You'd really love the feeling as your ancient cock slid in my wet pussy, wet with another man's semen. You'd be having sex with two men at once. My ass juices seeping into your pisshole along with closet's cum. I realized I'd reverted to being a complete slut in just a few minutes. He didn't last long. I guess his stroking and my sucking had done the job. I felt his cock stab into me, jerk and twitch and that lovely wet feeling as my pussy filled with another man's juice. He stayed in me a while, then I felt him soften and shrink and slip out. I turned around and saw him reaching for the paper towel dispenser. I rapped on the wall and beckoned with my finger. The lovely tool slipped through the hole again and I took him in my mouth and carefully cleaned him, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. He pulled out again and zipped up and left. The old guy did the same. I sat and enjoyed the soreness that follows a good, hard fucking and the faint taste of cum in my mouth. Maybe ten minutes later I stood up, wiped my ass with my hand and licked cum off it. Then I bent over and licked the chair seat clean of the cum puddle that had formed under my cunt. It was 6:30 by then and no one replaced closet and old guy. I sat and watched porn until the money ran out, then cleaned up and left. On the bus home I savored the soreness in my ass and the taste in my mouth, wincing slightly as the bus hit a hole or a bump and my ass reminded me that it'd gotten fucked. I thought about an incident that's happened almost a year before I'd met my girlfriend. I'd answered an online ad and gone to a guy's house and gotten fucked by him and a friend of his. He was poz, undetectable, but his friend was poz and not on meds. They both fucked me twice, raw of course. That scared the shit out of me and I stopped doing risky shit and almost stopped having sex with guys. Then I'd met my girlfriend and settled down. However, they had given me a dvd that showed them fucking me and me begging for poz cum. That dvd was, from then to now, my favorite jerk off material. When I got home I found my girlfriend sitting with a grim look on her face. She'd obviously been crying. "What's wrong sweetie?" I tried to hug her but she pushed me away and slapped me. "Get away from me! Don't ever touch me or come close to me again!" I was stunned; she'd never been like this. She was the least drama-prone woman I'd ever been involved with. She picked up the dvd remote and hit resume. There I was on the 40-inch screen on my knees with a cock in my mouth and another, a black one, up my ass. It was obvious that no condoms were being used. "Fuck me and infect me with HIV! Knock me up! Poz me!" My image screamed. She turned it off. "My keys are on the coffee table. I'm leaving. I won't spend another night in this fucking place; you can have it. If you break the lease it's all on you. You'll never get a penny out of me. When I come get my shit there'll be four guys I know with me, and I don't want you here at that time, so make yourself scarce. I'll text you directions. I'm keeping that fucking DVD. I've also made a copy. If I get infected I'll have you arrested and I'll sue you for everything you'll ever have. You're goddam lucky I don't have the key to your gunsafe!" She turned and stalked into the bedroom and slammed the door, sobbing. Oh well, one of the things I'd liked about her was the passion she brought to everything. Now I was seeing the negative side of that passion. I decided I should make myself scarce immediately, and work out the details later, so I quickly filled a suitcase with enough to get me through a few days and then sat down and wrote a short note. It said, "It only happened once and it was over 2 years ago. I've tested HIV negative four times since and clean for everything else. The last test was two weeks ago. We didn't stop using condoms until I was sure I was clean. I'm sorry. Goodbye." I got a hotel room and sat thinking about what to do. It never crossed my mind to try to get her to forgive me; that was hopeless. I realized that it was Saturday night. Fuck it, I might as well admit it; I was bugchaser. Give up and admit it and admit I'd get infected - sooner or later. Might as well be sooner. I took a cab to a leather bar that I knew that had a backroom that was totally dark and encouraged anonymous sex. I poured a double whisky down my throat and opened the door to the backroom. It took only a few minutes until I had a man's arms wrapped around me and was getting his bare dick slammed in and out of my ass. Two minutes of grunting and thrusting and I felt a warm feeling in my guts. I'd just taken my second load since the night the dvd was made. It felt great. Pulling my pants up, I went back to the bar and got another drink. This time it was a single, rocks and I took my time. While doing this I talked to a guy and made out with him. This turned me on and I nodded towards the black room. "How many loads do you have in you?" "Just the one." "Wait until just before closing time, then I'll breed you. I like sloppy, cummy holes." "It's a deal." I was excited when he said "breed you," wondering if he was poz. Maybe, maybe not. A lot of guys in Seattle used the word "breed" to mean having bareback sex with no other implication. I really didn't care. No, that's not right; I wanted him to be poz, and I wanted him to fill me with poz cum. He was really hot; big, muscular and handsome. He'd pulled his cock out and had me fondle it. It was big, at least nine inches, and uncut. Best of all it was black. "See you in a few." The next guy lasted longer and I was nice and sore by the time he filled my ass with semen. Back in the bar the black guy was at the same spot. I got another single and went over to him. Soon both we were making out, our pants were unbuttoned and I had his lovely, hard cock in my hand and 3 of his fingers up my ass. "You're really nice and tight after two loads. I'm going to really enjoy breeding your cute butt." I moaned into his mouth. I was in faggot heaven. I couldn't wait for him to fuck a load into me. Back to the backroom. This went on until last call. I had six more drinks and took six more loads until finally I was back in the packed backroom with my sore, sloppy asshole getting reamed by my big dicked top. "Oh, yeah! I'm going to cum in your ass faggot! You ready for my charged load? Ready to get pozzed?" My cock squirted and I filled the mouth that nursed it with semen. God, was I ready! "Do it, poz me, knock me up, infect me with HIV!" The cock shuddered in me and I felt cum spurt into my guts. He held it in until he lost his hard-on and it slipped out. Out on the sidewalk he motioned to the place across the street. "Club Z is across the street. I've got a room reserved and want to see how many loads you can get fucked into your ass by dawn. While you were in the back getting your butt filled I texted some friends. I also put a couple of ads up saying a bugchaser will be at the club. You're my bitch now and will take any cock offered." Within 15 minutes I was strapped in a sling, blindfolded, and getting fucked. I was in heaven! I had no clue who was fucking me. I'd been to the place before and remembered seeing the kind of men there. They were every variety imaginable. Gorgeous, ripped leather gods to ugly trolls, toothless and obviously wasted with AIDS. Now and then my man would whisper in my ear about who was using me. It especially turned me on when he said things like "Shit, I thought he'd died last year. He's really wasted; how about it, boy, you ready for his AIDS cum?" He really did keep me in that sling until dawn. When I needed to piss he told me to piss all over myself, unless some queer wanted to drink it. Periodically someone would eat my ass out, suck the cum out, kiss me and feed it to me. When he finally unstrapped me and helped me out of the sling I had trouble standing for a little while. He told me to lay on the floor and lick the pool of semen up that'd run out of my ass. We cabbed back to the hotel and picked up my stuff, then he took me back to his place. He kept me there until my ex texted me Monday that I could return. During that time I stayed naked and serviced him and any man he let use me. Monday I went back to my place. By the first of the month I was moved into a small apartment in an old building on Capital Hill, the queerest part of Seattle. I was near enough to my man that I could be on my knees at his place getting fucked in a few minutes. He also instructed me to take any cock offered, any time. I did. When I came down with the fuck flu a couple of weeks later he had me stay at his place and nursed me. He also fucked me and had other's use me and had me fuck my newly toxic cum into two neg guys. Next installment: A Surprising Development

YUM!

you will get seeded till u gape m8 an no questions asked awesome love share room with yer sometime handle the orgy mmmm

I got semi stealthed (not really since i was telling him to breed me) in the darkroom tonight, he didn't speed up, breathe hard or let on in any way, but when I stuck my finger up my ass for my post fuck check I found a really thick cumload. After I figured out I was bred I got really hard and fucked and bred the guy who was bent over the bench next to me.

i prefered my btm to wear a white sleeves tight t, with a damn short pants, inside with a gstring or jockstrap....it turns me on...i will turn him ard pull down his pants n push my cock rite in...

Let's just say it involved an entire 8ball of tina and 3 ecstasys each, and went we on for about 40hrs. My cock was sore for a few days afterwards, but it was sooooooo good!

Truly a cloudy day in Ft Lauderdale, stumbled across this as the rains beat the fuck out of the windows-- not that old a blog, but I hope it gets a few of you hard and off-- and interested enough to dig back into the older stories on here .

I have certainly done my share of public sex. Not as much where the general public can see it...but in a number of rest areas, especially a rural one that is very lively with farmers taking a break from working the fields and wanting their cocks sucked. I have fucked men in semi cabs there--and in the big interstate rest areas. The huge Edwin Warner park in TN has seen a lot of me. I cruised it daily whenever I worked down there. Mutual cocksucking was the standard, but there was a wonderful threeway fuck on a picnic table in a shelter during a driving rainstorm when we knew we wouldn't be disturbed. I have had sex in gay bars--especially the Phoenix in NOLA where, to a cheering crowd, I thoughtfully drank the piss of the bartender behind the bar so he wouldn't have to leave his post. In bathhouses, I rarely go to a room, but avail myself of the public play areas. The same with gay campgrounds in Ontario, Michigan and Ohio. Give me a public sling anytime. Stairways of the hotels hosting leather weekends. I couldn't count the number of bookstores I have used...always choosing the "theater" over a private booth if there is a choice.

Another amazing story! You have a knack for introducing me to fantasies I didn't know I had 😈

No clue who he is but i WANT that cock inside me!!

Great question! Most males do not get sodomized and bred even a fraction of the number of times we do. As promiscuous cum dumps we expose ourselves to far more because we have so many sex partners and most are anonymous. STI's are a hazard of our sport the way pulled muscles or broken bones are for football. Given the number of guys i have sex with in any given week I get tested every month and especially about 4 days after super indulgence by going to a sex resort or sex party or any other high use multi-partner setting like that. It minimizes the risk of spreading anything I may pick up and gets me treated for it and back on my back quickly. The important thing we (and males who desire to live as we do) HAVE to own is that being promiscuous like this, having more sex partners some days than most will enjoy in a lifetime means we have to be responsible to our own body-temple the body-temples of our fellow males so that we can continue our indulgence and sexual excess. This means sucking it up, getting tested often and being proud of our high partner count even as health department workers are horrified as the very thing that gets us off the most: high partner counts and breedings, and ignoring the slut shaming they are sure to dish out. I am proud at how much use my penis and ass get sexually and I slut responsibly so that others will want to have me and add to my load count.

Part 4 - Almost caught with my pants down The last six months with my partner were very difficult - we had drifted so far apart and I think we both knew it was over but neither of us seemed ready to end it. During this time I was fucking around quite a bit and took more than a few risks - and on a few occasions I came very close to getting caught cheating. One weekend we were staying down on the south coast with a friend of my partner's that he knew through work. I had met Paul on a few occasions and found that we didn't really have much in common but I hadn't met his partner. We drove down on the Saturday morning and arrived around lunch time. We all went out for lunch and I got chatting to Paul's partner, Sean. I liked Sean a lot and found we had a similar sense of humour and a number of shared interests. I also quite fancied him - he was in his late 20s, small and quite geeky looking, with dark hair and glasses - a look I really go for. We were starting to flirt a bit and, although we had to be careful in front of our partners, I got the feeling that he might be interested in me too. Our partners were going out on the Sunday afternoon to an exhibition and I couldn't help wondering if there might be a chance of getting together with Sean while they were out...... As it happened, I got my chance sooner than that. We went to bed that night but I wasn't really sleepy and after a while I said I would get up and get myself a cold drink. My partner nodded sleepily and I pulled on a pair of shorts and a T shirt and made my way quietly downstairs. When I went into the kitchen I found Sean sitting at the kitchen table. I explained I had come down for a cold drink and he smiled and said "Let me get it for you," He stood up and I saw that he was wearing only a T shirt and a pair of white pants that didn't leave much to the imagination. Sean saw me checking him out as he handed me my drink and grinned. He asked if my partner was asleep and I said I think so. We chatted for a while and then Sean pulled me towards him and soon we were kissing. He put his hand into my shorts and felt my cock as my hand went down the back of his pants and my finger found his arsehole. He pushed me gently against the worktop and got down on his knees. He pulled my shorts down and took my cock into his mouth. I leaned back and closed my eyes as Sean began to suck my cock. It was one of the best blow jobs I had ever had and I enjoyed every minute of it. Sean sucked me for a while and just as I was getting close to cumming, Sean stooped sucking me and stood up. I thought was going to get the chance to suck him now but he turned round and pulled his pants down. He bent forward, spat on his hand and then reached round and rubbed the spit into his arse. He repeated this a couple of times and then pushed his arse out, looking over his shoulder. I knew we were taking a big risk but there was no way I was going to pass on the chance to fuck his fit arse. I stood behind him, pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed. My cock slid up him quite easily and he grunted as I began to fuck him. I knew we would have to be quick and I was quite close to cumming anyway, so I fucked him for a while and then took hold of his hips and began to fuck him harder. He was moaning softly as I fucked him and after about ten or twelve more thrusts I told him I was going to cum. He reached round and pulled me close against him as I shot my load right up his arse. When I finished cumming I pulled out his arse and he turned round. I got down on my knees and he pushed his cock into my mouth and after I had sucked him for a short time he rewarded me with a nice big mouthful of cum. A short time later I was making my way quietly up the stairs and when I went into our room I was surprised to find my partner sitting up in bed reading. I had assumed he would be fast asleep and realised that he could easily have come downstairs looking for me. He asked me what had taken me so long and I said Sean was down there and we got chatting. My partner nodded and, putting his book down, said he was going to sleep. I laid awake for a little while, enjoying the taste of Sean's cum in my mouth and wondered if he was enjoying feeling of my load in his arse. The following afternoon our partners went out and Sean and I wasted no time. He led me to what was obviously a spare room and soon we were on the bed, kissing, sucking and licking. He sucked my cock again and then turned me round. He pulled my cheeks apart and pushed his tongue up my arse. Soon he was kneeling up on the bed and my tongue was deep in his arse. We sucked and rimmed each other for a while longer and then Sean lubed himself up and knelt up on the bed. I pushed my cock up his arse and began to fuck him. I fucked him for a while and then I pulled out and he laid on his back with his legs in the air as I pushed my cock back up his arse. I was getting close now and I told him I wanted to breed him in his own bed. He looked surprised but then his look changed to one of excitement and he nodded. I pulled my cock out his arse and he stood up and led me to the bedroom he shared with his partner. He knelt up on the bed and I pushed my cock up back up his arse. I was close now and I fucked him as hard as I could as he urged me on, telling me to fuck him harder and cum in his cheating arse. Hearing him say this pushed me over the edge and I shot what felt like a massive load of cum into him. A few months later my partner and I were spending a few days in Ibiza with a group of my partner's friends. I didn't have much in common with this group of friends - they had very clear views on cheating and on things like cruising,casual sex and darkrooms and were inclined in my view to be a bit judgemental - especially when it came to barebacking. They were nice enough guys though and I enjoyed the break but I was feeling bored and horny. On the second night we were all drinking in a bar in the old town. It was a nice modern bar and, needless to say, did not have a darkroom. The bar got very busy and I got chatting to a group of lads from the north of England. When they left to go on to another bar I went downstairs to the toilet. I had realised earlier on that, although the bar did not have a darkroom, it certainly had a very cruisy toilet. A number of guys were wanking at the urinal and as I watched this, the door to one of the cubicles opened and two lads came out, one of them buttoning up his jeans. The other lad was a slim, blond English lad I had seen the bar earlier on having a laugh and camping it up with some friends. He had clearly had a few drinks now and, as I got my my cock out and joined the guys wanking at the urinal , the blond lad went down on the guy next to me. It was all very horny and after a short time, the blond guy was down on his knees taking turns to suck me and the guy who had been wanking next to me. Once again I knew I was taking a big risk - my partner or any of the others in our group could come into the toilet at any time. After a short time, one of the cubicles became vacant and the blond lad got up and motioned to the two of us to follow him. Soon we were all in the cubicle and the blond lad was sitting on the toilet taking turns sucking us. After a short time he stood up, turned around, tugged his shorts and pants down and bent over the toilet. The other guy was up him in seconds. He was a fit guy, mid 20s, quite stocky, with a nice big thick cock and I was really turned on as I watched his big bare cock thrusting up the blond lad's pale, slim arse. He was one of a group of German lads I had seen on the beach earlier that day. He was fucking the blond lad hard now and before too much longer he threw his head back and pushed his cock hard up the blond lad's arse and held it there, obviously shooting a load of cum deep into him. When he pulled out I didn't hesitate. I pushed my cock up the blond lad's arse and began to fuck. His hole was slippery with cum and this turned me on even more. As I fucked him the other guy began to finger my arse and soon he was pushing his finger right up me as I shot my load up the blond lad. I wasn't sure how long I had been away from the bar and thought I had better get back. I pulled up my pants and left the cubicle just in front of the other two. As I washed my hands at the sink, one of our friends came into the toilet. Alistair was there with his partner, and although I didn't know him that well, I quite liked him. He nodded to me as I left the toilet and went back to join my partner and our friends. I hadn't been missed and thought I might take advantage of this to pay another visit to the toilet later on.... I chatted to some friends for a while and then I saw Alistair returning to the bar. He had been down there for some time and I couldn't help wondering if he had joined in the action in the toilet. I was curious - Alistair had always appeared very committed to his partner and I had heard him voicing strong feelings about casual sex and cheating on more than one occasion. I had another drink and then I noticed Alistair heading down to the toilet again. I waited a while in case he had just gone to take a piss - I knew he had had quite a lot to drink - and then when he did not return I made my way quietly down to the toilet. It was even busier now and all the cubicles were occupied. The walls of the cubicles went from the floor to the ceiling so there was no chance of seeing if Alistair was being a bad boy in one of them. There was a lot of wanking and sucking going on and the blond lad was now bent over the urinal being fucked. As I wondered just how many loads he now had up him I noticed a group of guys in a little recess area between the cubicles and the sinks. Two guys were fucking in the recess area and two other guys were watching and wanking and I saw straight away that one of them was Alistair. Alistair's had his back to me, his trousers and pants were down at his knees and I realised that Alistair had quite a fit, chunky arse. I had certainly never thought I would get to see it but here he was with his pants down in the toilet of a bar and I was curious to see how far he would go. He was kissing the other guy now as they wanked each other off. I decided to hang back so that he couldn't see me and after a while they stopped kissing and I watched as Alistair slid down and took the guy's cock in his mouth and began to suck him. The other two guys had finished fucking and moved away and Alistair and the other guy moved round so that the guy was leaning against the back wall as Alistair continued sucking his cock. I assumed he was going to suck the guy off and I was just thinking maybe I had better leave them to it and get back to the bar when Alistair stood up. They kissed for a while and then the guy offered him what was obviously a bottle of poppers. Alistair took a deep sniff, then turned round and leaned against the wall, pushing his arse out. The guy stepped up behind Alistair, pulled his cheeks apart, and pushed his bare cock slowly up Alistair's arse. He stopped for a minute to let Alistair get used to his cock and then began to fuck him. I couldn't believe what I was seeing - I knew Alistair was a bit drunk but I never thought in a million years I would see him let some random guy fuck him bareback in a toilet with his partner upstairs in the bar. He was taking a massive risk - they were hidden from sight but if his partner or one of the others came into the toilet they could easily be seen. I had my cock out now, wanking as I watched Alistair sniffing the poppers and wanking as the guy fucked him hard up the arse. I shot my load at the same time as the guy pumped his cum into Alistair's unprotected, cheating arse. I was quite close now and I watches as the guy pulled his cock out. I had a great view of Alistair's hole, gaping open with some cum sliding out of it and I wanked over that image quite a few times later. I knew a lot of guys often did things on holiday that they wouldn't do at home - but this was probably one of the most unexpected things I have ever seen and I couldn't quite believe I had witnessed it. A little later we were all back in the bar and soon we were all making our way back through the town to our accommodation, Alistair chatting happily to his unsuspecting partner. The following day we were all spending a day at the gay beach at Es Cavallet and we got the bus down there in the early afternoon. The bus was busy as it often was and it was standing room only by the time we got on. I looked at Alistair, standing with his partner and again thought back to the scene I had witnessed the night before. I was starting to feel a bit horny now and I could feel the guy standing behind me pressing against me. It was one of the lads from Manchester I had chatted to in the bar the night before, a fit, dark haired chubby guy called Mike. I wasn't sure if he was doing it on purpose but I discretely pushed back against him. He moved slightly and soon I could feel his cock pushing against my arse through his shorts. I pushed gently back and we kept this up all the way to the beach. I had a definite hard on now and had to tie my sweat shirt round my waist when I got off the bus so that no one could see. I had enjoyed the experience and it had made me very horny and I hoped I might get the chance to go cruising in the dunes later on. I would have to be careful not to make it too obvious though. I enjoyed resting on the beach and swimming in the sea and just as I was feeling pleasantly relaxed I saw Mike making his way along the beach. He passed quite close to where we were and looked at me as he passed by. I looked around, no one was paying any attention and my partner was deep in a book so I said I fancied a walk along the beach. My partner barely looked up as he nodded and soon I was following Mike into the dunes at a discreet distance. I followed him for a while and soon we were in a little clearing by the sea. He grinned at me and took my hand, placing it on his cock which was now hard in his shorts. I had realised on the bus that he obviously had quite a big cock and when I pulled his shorts and pants down I was not disappointed. I sucked Mike's cock for a while and soon I was bent over sucking him and he was fingering my arse. I sucked him for a bit longer and then he produced some lube. I lubed up my hole and bent over. Mike produced a condom. "With or without?" he asked. "Without." I said and he grinned. Seconds later I was braced against a tree as Mike pushed his big thick cock slowly but surely right up my arse. He gave me a minute to get used to it and then he began to fuck me, slowly at first, and then he began to fuck me harder. I hadn't had a cock this big up my arse for quite some time and I enjoyed every minute of it. As we fucked, I had a great view of the sea, with the sun shining on it and I felt good. Mike was fucking me hard now and after a while he told me he was close and asked if he could cum in my arse. "Fuck yeah," I moaned. He asked me if I was sure and I nodded and almost immediately he started to cum in my arse. He seemed to cum for ages and when he had finished he pulled out and I went down on his cock and started sucking it. He grinned "You dirty cunt," he said. The last time I cheated was one of the most risky fucks I ever had and once again I came very close to getting caught. We were staying with a friend of my partner, Joe, and his new boyfriend, Rodrigo. Rodrigo and Joe had been together for about a year. Rodrigo was a very nice guy and he was also very attractive, dark skinned and well built with a lovely smile. He also had a very cute body and a fantastic arse. I found him really attractive, especially as Joe had let slip that Rodrigo had a really big cock. On this evening he was wearing shorts which did little to hide his massive packet. I found it hard to take my eyes off him, especially when he bent over to pick something up and I had a great view of the top of his pants and the crack of his arse. I realised he had picked up on my interest but he didn't seem to mind and I knew that nothing would come of it so didn't see any harm in flirting with him a little. That night as we were all going to bed I found myself alone in the living room with Rodrigo. He grinned at me and I could see his cock was hard in his shorts. He saw me looking and grinned again. As I watched, he pulled the front of his shorts down and I had a perfect view of his hard cock. He was still grinning as he wanked it a few times. Just then Joe called to him and he stuffed his cock in his pants and we both made our way up the stairs. The next morning we had planned to go out for breakfast but I was feeling tired and a bit off colour so decided to stay in bed. The others went out and I went back to sleep. I woke up later, feeling much better. I had a shower, then pulled on a T shirt and a pair of pants and made myself some tea and toast. I knew the others would not be long and so I sat down on the bed. I was horny and, as I thought back to Rodrigo with his cock out of his pants I began to play with myself. Just then I heard the front door open and a few minutes later someone came up the stairs. I thought it might be my partner but there was a tap on the door and then Rodrigo came in. "Hey," he said, with his trademark grin. "how are you feeling?" I told him I was feeling much better and he grinned again and came towards me. "We don't have long" he said as he pulled his cock out and seconds later I was down on my knees sucking him. He sighed as I sucked his cock and then I licked his big balls before going back down on his cock. I sucked him for a while longer and then I reached into my holdall and pulled out some lube. "Fuck me," I said. We both knew we would have to be quick and soon I was kneeling up on the bed and he was pushing his cock up my arse - neither of us mentioned condoms and soon he was right up me. I felt like I was being split in two as he began to fuck me. I was trying hard not to make too much noise as Rodrigo fucked me with his big thick cock. It was one of the best fucks I had ever had - a quick, hard, horny bareback fuck with an amazingly good looking guy. Rodrigo was fucking me even harder now and soon I could tell he was getting close. I could actually feel the cum pumping into my arse as he thrust up me again and again before he finished. Rodrigo was still up my arse when we heard the front door opening. He pulled out quickly, stuffed his cock back in his pants and disappeared out of the room just in time and I pulled the duvet over me, trying hard to stop the cum sliding out of my gaping arse. Soon we were all back downstairs and I couldn't help feeling a bit guilty when Joe commented that I still looked a bit flushed. I split with my partner shortly after that and never saw Joe or Rodrigo again. I knew the next few months would be difficult and they were but I was soon back on my feet again and enjoying some more horny bareback sex. I was no longer cheating - but the same could not be said for some of the guys I was fucking with........ Part 5 to follow

Definitely needs to continue as medical fact says the chance of getting pozzed from a used condom is almost nil. HIV is a virus and will not live outside of the body and once out, in a condom, it starts to die and HIV has proven to be terrible in the body but extremely fragile outside of the body and is about 95% or more dead in only about 3 to 5 minutes.. Get a fresh load in that boy so he does convert.

Part 52 Randy and I were both startled by this gasp and rolled over to look towards the kitchen doorway. There stood my straight friend, with his mouth agape and staring at us wide-eyed in shock. I could tell he was having trouble wrapping his mind around what he was looking at. His mouth kept opening and closing, trying to figure out what to say and not being able to put into words what he wanted to say. Here I was under Randy with his huge cock still deep inside my ass, on my back with both legs wrapped around him. What a sight it must have been to my straight friend who had no idea what I had been up to. Randy took his time pulling his cock out of me and rolling off of me. He was in no way embarrassed it seemed. As he got off of me, my legs were still widespread and I could feel some cum slipping out of my hole and running down across my balls. It must have been quite a huge shock to see from a guy who knew nothing about this kind of thing. I am sure he didn't even realize, yet, that he had already taken a hot load earlier. He was going to be in for another shock real soon. My friend finally dropped into a chair with his mouth still trying to make coherent sounds. His eyes were bugged out and I could tell he was completely shocked and surprised by what he had just seen. Randy and I were having trouble trying not to laugh at the looks going across his face. He just sat there with his mouth opening and shutting and his face getting redder by the minute and his eyes bugged out and rapidly blinking. It was quite a sight to see and I couldn't help but wonder what he was going to look like after I told him he had already taken a load in his own ass just like I had? I also wondered about when he found out those loads were very high viral loads of hiv cum? This was going to be, I was quite sure, both comical and tragic. What would my friend do when he found out what had happened? Not much he could do except to rush his ass to the hospital to get PEP to hope it stopped his infection, that is if he could even think straight after he found out. I decided I had better get at least some shorts on and get him calmed down. I got up and grabbed my shorts and went to the kitchen to start some coffee. When I came back my friend was calmed down a little and was sitting with his head in his hands. I told him he should come to the kitchen table so we could have a cup of coffee and talk. He got up and walked like a zombie to the kitchen and collapsed in a chair. In a few minutes, the coffee was ready and I got us each a cup and then Randy walked in so I got him one also. My friend was looking at us both like he saw aliens or something. He still was not comprehending what he had seen. I then told him to get ready for a triple shock. He looked up then and his face was definitely a study in questioning. I started to tell him and stopped a few times before I could put into sensible words what I wanted to say. First off I told him the reason I had not been around as much lately is that I had become entangled in man to man sex, mainly out of curiosity to start with and then it had become almost an obsession. I told him about my new neighbor and owner of the property and the one who had first done me. I then went on to tell him about several others I had had sex with including Randy who I finally introduced him to, also explaining that Randy was also an exotic male dancer. After all this, my friend's eyes were kind of bugging out again. I told him about him getting way too drunk to drive home and that he had somehow staggered outside in my backyard where he had dropped his shorts and took a piss. I told him I had tried to get him back into the apartment, but that he had been too out of it to make it and too heavy for me to carry so I had left him out there hoping he would sober up a little bit and then I could get him inside. I then told him that while I was inside waiting on him, he had apparently got up from the ground, dropped his shorts, maybe to take another piss of something, and had passed out bent over the picnic table out there with his shorts still at his ankles. He still had not said a word yet. I then told him that I came back outside in a bit to check on him and, this part was kind of hard to tell him, found Randy with his big cock rammed up his ass. His eyes got even wider at that. I told him I had told Randy he was married and was straight and not into man to man and he shouldn't have done that. Rand broke in to say he was so sorry about that, but that with him bent over like he was and his pants down he had thought he was just one of the usual guys that were around here. I went on to say that by the time I got there, Randy had already just cum up his ass. Since it was too late to stop, we had just come inside ourselves and since Randy was a fantastic stud, we had done it ourselves also and that was when he walked in on us just as we finished up. My friend finally was able to speak a bit and told us that must be why his ass was sore and seemed to be damp. Randy and I just nodded. My friend then asked what the third thing was since I had said it would be a triple shock. I definitely had trouble putting into words this next part to him. I finally got it out though as I told him that Randy had HIV and was not taking any meds, so his viral level was quite high and the load he had shot up my friends ass was probably a huge load since he always came a lot. My friend almost passed out then. I then decided to shut up and let him digest what had happened and to wait to see what he would do.

Just got back from the gym. Always love the immediate effect it has on my testosterone production and the size of my balls. Fully potent right now, primed to impregnate a man cunt with fertile male essence right now.

I like: The variety of guys The ability to hookup with multiple guys at the same time The ability to have several hookups in a short period of time Hooking up with out having to do much negotiation or any emotional effort Performing for an audience Watching other guys hookup

Try a few hits of poppers. I have the problem of thinking too much when getting fucked, but with poppers in hand, I just lay back and enjoy it

Back home from a hook-up on RECON with a UD+ couple (Top and bottom). Thought I was going to get my dick in one arse but it seems that Mr Bottom want some dick release soon. Four loads creamed in from both in rough fuck which may have ended-up in anal rip inside. A bit of blood. Happy ☺️☺️

Part 2 I got in my car, drove home with nerves and excitement. I met him at my front door and showed him in. All was quiet in the apartment and my room mate would be gone until 7:00p- a full day ahead of us. I led him upstairs and into my tidy and neatly kept bedroom. I was nervous, my social anxiety flaring never quite knowing what to do in the moments before we got naked. He told me about his work and what he's been up to as he loaded a pipe. We smoked and I felt the loosening of my anxieties and fears. I started talking too. He shotgunned me a few times. Getting me higher with each. He was gorgeous and becoming moreso by the second. I was starting to feel myself getting hornier. He had taken off his shirt, I followed suit. "So you've been watching slam videos? Why is it something you would never do?" "I don't know- It's really hot to watch but I've always rationalized my T use. Smoking is ok, but if I slam I might get addicted" "I see. The rush is incredible. You've never felt anything like it." "The videos are so hot- I..." He cut me off, saying: "You know, I have supplies with me. If you were interested. We have all day, you're safe at home and I am an expert admin" And then he kissed me. The kind of kiss that would put me off kilter even if I was stone cold sober. "I promise, I'll take care of you. I'll make you feel good, baby. I see something in you- you want to let go of you inhibitions. This will help." The world seemed to freeze as the quite moments of consideration passed. "Okay" I said softly. With that he set to work getting our points ready. "This is .2" he said. "It'll be a great first time for you and if you want more after- we can arrange it" "This should be fine- I can't imagine I'll do more than just that one". His lips quirked, a hint of not believing me. He tied off my arm He brought the needly to the crook of my elbow and inserted. I was transfixed- I thought it might hurt, thought i might need to look away. Neither happened. I watched as it registered, my blood filling the clear liquid in the point. And then he pushed the contents into my vein.... End of Part 2

Part 3 The pause between his comment and my conflicting thoughts of whether I could really get this poz cock in me, get him to seed me deep knowing there could be real consequences seemed like an eternity. Thankfully an eternity in my mind is not that long, especially when my mind takes over and decides to get it what it wants, no needs. Words came out of my mouth I did not think I could ever say openly and the look on his face and how his jaw dropped at first and then lead to a devious grin showed he was just as taken aback. I remember him asking me if I was sure, that he would/could not pull out and would not ask again. I nodded and licked my lips and he said something about how we have to be quick because he had not cum in forever and was ready to bust just from the thought of our situation. Finally it seemed like my brain released it's total control and I could understand what I was saying. I told him, "It's a good thing I am all cleaned and prepped." and walked over to my bed and got on all fours, and he had already dropped his pants. I looked to the mirror on the wall to my right. It looked amazing with my white ass in perfect breeding position and he was behind me with all of his other clothes on and a nice 8" thick cock fully erect already. He asked about a lube and I said he could use his poz spit. With that I felt his moist cock slowly press on my neg virigin, to fully poz cock, hole. He moaned as he got past my opening and slid in deep. He let out a 'Damn, so tight, so good' gasp. I pushed back and forth a little and he took the hint. He went full tilt pumping me and grabbing my hips, I could tell it really must have been a long time for him because he seemed so in lust and heat, pumping hard and I could feel his sweat dripping on my back and ass cheeks. He pushed my head down and ordered me to get my ass up more and he kept thrusting away. Finally he took in a big deep breath and let out a loud "Fuck!!! I am cumming in this perfect married ass, ahhhh!!" and kepy pumping away as his cock shot spurt after spurt of his toxic seed. He stopped thrusting and held himself deep after about the 5th spurt and he ordered me to milk my new master cock. I squeezed my hole over and over and he pumped about 4 more squirts. Finally he started to go soft and I could feel him plop out. He then spoke "Oh wow that hole is totally creamed up now." just as my hole squirted out some of his load on its own. I stayed there and wondered what now? As if he knew what I was thinking he said, "Best stay like that so you can absorb as much of my DNA into you, I will just get back to work.", then let out a very quiet, "fuck, damn". I did as he said and just enjoyed my new squishy hole. Hoping maybe he would come back for sloppy seconds. Part 4 hopefully sooner than 3.

Part 9; I couldn't kneel anymore, so went and sat in my wheelchair. Uncle Dick stood up, and stood by Stan, and addressed my beautiful son ... 'This is Stan, and he has Hep C. Are you happy to have any of Stan's bodily fluids enter your body, such as cum or blood? Pig, please give us your answer' My sweet little Prince nodded, groaned through the urinal mask, and wiggled his ass. Uncle Dick rolled up his used rubber, then rolled it over Stan's thick veiny throbbing Death-Meat, then pulled it tightly over the Dick tip, until the spikes from Stan's PA pierced through the latex. He then opened up Stan's cannula port, and drew some blood. Knelt down by my son, opened his cannula port, and in went Stan's potent virulent DNA. There was a fridge in the examination suite, and Uncle Dick took out 5 Beers. 1 for me, 1 for Stan, 1 for himself, and 2 for the mystery chap stood above my son's mask covered head. The two of them went to my son's prolapse, and they both played with it; rubbing it, licking it, sniffing it, fingering it, smacking it, spitting on it. It was then pushed back inside where both Stan (with bare hands/arm) and Uncle Dick (gloved up) took turns in Fisting him, causing him to groan through his mask. After about 30 Minutes, the mystery Man started pissing. My son, the prolapsed urinal pig! I had been holding my bladder for ages, and the sight of this guy pissing meant I just couldn't hold it any longer, so, I joined him. Drinking the piss of his Dad and a stranger, and at the same time Fisted by the Doctor, and Stan. Stan positioned and pressed the tip of his nasty slab of toxic Death-Meat against my son's sweet young cunt. I could see Uncle Dick was pulling really tightly on the pierced condom, and then, Stan was inside. And he immediately started fucking with violent aggression, snarling through the sounds of the satanic music and my son's gulping in his enclosed mask. Uncle Dick stood back, and just watched Stan fucking, and myself and the unknown Man intermittently piss, as he wanked off. After several minutes he stood by my son's head .... 'Stan, stop fucking the boy, and come here a minute' He came over, and we could all see that the condom's tip had completely broken, and started to inch itself towards the base of his Beautiful toxic Death-Meat. Uncle Dick slid a finger from each hand between Stan's shaft and the condom, and pulled up with his fingers, stretched and pulled apart until it broke so much that it was completely useless and hanging in tatters! It looked super hot, a failed condom that would now not be offering any protection against Stan's dangerous toxic juices. Not that that really mattered now anyway. But it was hot as fuck to see. And what a dark and depraved scene that lay before this examination suite right now; My son on all 4's wearing his urinal mask, with four Men stood in front of him. The Beefy Doctor in his Leather Harness & Leather executioners hood, German Army Boots, and Cock-Ring, with 3 skinny fully blown AIDS Men, in a darkened dim lit red room with Satanic music playing The unknown Man sat back in his wheelchair, whilst Stan & I followed the Doctor back towards my son's cunt. He ordered Stan to press the tip of his toxic Death-Meat against his cunt, with the spikes from his PA sticking into his battered and swollen flesh. Uncle Dick began stroking over and over Stan's KS lesion, and looked up at me ... 'Isn't this nasty dangerous Fuck-weapon Beautiful? A Dark-force of death that ensures life will always carry on ... Stick it in him Stan, fuck this nasty whore. Fuck him real slow until I say so'. I watched Stan fuck slowly, seeing his KS lesion repeatedly disappear and reappear, with my son's gaping cunt no longer even gripping the Dick that was fucking him. Sweet tight bubble ass-cheeks, yet a super loose fuck-hole. And Stan had a decent girth on him! Doctor Dick knelt in front of my son, removing his urinal mask. 'Is MY Fuck-toy enjoying himself' 'Yes Sir' He repeatedly spat on and slapped my son's face ... 'You are a worthless fuck-whore, are't you boy' 'Yes Sir ... I am worth nothing ... And I am completely yours Sir' He spat and slapped his face again ... 'Fucking nasty cunt' ... 'Come over here and hold your son's hands' I knelt before him, held his hands, and looked into his face ... 'Are you OK son?' 'Oh VERY much so Daddy. I am so happy to be your loyal loving son, and a worthless fuck-whore at the same time' I kissed him gently on his lips. I looked up, and Uncle Dick was removing Stan's Gas Mask! He looked right at me, with his glazed eyes, sunken gaunt yellow face, and gave me a look of pure evil hate. The look was for my son, being communicated via me. 'Right Stan, don't hold back, fuck him and breed the nasty fucking poz pig'

Part 3; For 5 days following the day we met and receiving his initial knocking up my rugby stud visited me every day, doing housework, cooking healthy hearty meals, washing me, and taking multiple loads each day of my highly charged, filthy dirty cum. However, as the week wore on my health was declining, so after 6 nights from initially meeting he started staying over, helping me out during the day, and each evening we would lay naked together on my couch, watching TV, and really enjoying each others company. We really clicked on a personal level We naturally fucked each and every way, and also shared lots of affection. We discussed how really sexy it was to see the contrast of my skinny wasted pale body against his glowing muscular tight Latino body. It really turned me on rubbing over his torso and lateral thighs with my bony veiny hands and fingers. I had a persistent cough for a few weeks that was worsening, and I was generally feeling more and more under the weather, despite this sexy stud looking after me. It had now been 10 days since we met. We were spooning on the couch, and I was coughing like crazy, plus also now sweating. He lay me on my back, propping my head up with some cushions, and proceeded to suck me. I don't know how, as I was now feeling fucking dreadful, but, the boy got me hard. No sooner had he did, he climbed on me and impaled his sweet gorgeous cunt on my nasty death-tool. As I lay there, totally wiped and motionless, he rocked his hips, using his inner muscles to massage my AIDS Dick! I know we were like this for over half an hour, as the TV was on, and a programme I like to watch came and went. I was now getting close to cumming, which he could tell, so, he took his slow deep rocking to an aggressive fast rhythm. I could not hold like I normally would when I would be in control, and just started to cum immediately, as I did I was coughing really badly. The following day it was clear I needed medical help, and was admitted to hospital. My sweet sexy Latino rugby boy was very loyal, and visited every day. He was lucky to be in a position where he didn't need to work, and spent a lot of his free time in the gym and of course playing rugby. However, since we met he was now giving the majority of his free time to what would now be his bugged up Master! I had now been in hospital for 2 weeks, and my loyal boy came in how I had never seen him before; Hunched, shivering, sweating, and complaining he ached all over. Not a word was spoken as he just naturally climbed into my hospital bed beside me, and snuggled in close. One of my assigned daytime Doctors walked into my room ...

Part 2; I knelt in between his legs, spreading them, and jabbed in his toothbrush. Brushing vigorously as I would my own teeth. I could tell it was really hurting him as he yelped and winced, but he seemed a real natural at pushing through the pain barrier. I took out the brush, and it was covered in blood. This nasty pigs depravity needed a lesson, and with that thought I stuck my Dick in. Fuck, I LOVE that wet and warm feeling of flesh to flesh! I fucked him doggy for several minutes, withdrawing for a rest. My Dick was covered in his cunt blood. 'Lick that up'. 'Yes Sir. Sorry for being such a messy piggy' He licked his blood from my Dick as he looked up at me with his subservient 'I am worthless, do what you want with me' expression. 'Get on your back'. He was clearly naturally submissive as he was immediately on his back, and holding his legs in the air by his feet. I put the tip of my toxic Dick at the entrance to his cunt, and leaned over his torso with mine, our faces meeting, my Dick sliding in as far it would go. I commenced fucking him, slowly, yet deep, our eyes locked together as we bred. 'You absolutely sure you want infecting?' 'Yes Sir. I stand by everything I have already said. It is what I need, what I deserve. I decided this a few years ago. And now I am completely ready to be violated'. 'You twisted sick fuck' ...I spat in his face! This caused him to open his mouth wide, keeping it open, and hyperventilate with lust. I repeatedly spat in his gob. All of this suddenly made my Dick pulsate. He felt this and began milking my Dick. I felt myself getting close... 'Right, you fucking asked for it you nasty whore' 'YES Sir, fucking breed my neg cunt with your Poz cum'. That was it, his last chance gone, and with a few strokes I started spewing my poison inside his nasty cunt, holding still as my Dick unleashed toxic cum with each orgasmic twitch of my shaft, continuing to spit in his mouth. I slowly grinded my shaft for a few more minutes, probably pushing what he was after even deeper. 'Thank you Sir, very very much'. I pulled out, upon where he handed me his toothbrush... 'Brush hard inside my nasty cunt again please, Sir' The Nasty pig!

Nothing better than a belly and ass full of piss. I remember one of my older brother's friends who pissed into a beer bottle without me knowing, and asked me if I wanted a beer. I knew it was piss right the first sip and chugged it down. He was shocked and said "Do you know you just drank my piss?" I said yeah, and said he did not need to try to trick me, next time I would drink it straight from the tap. He did not know I had been drinking my own, my brother's and my dad's piss.

I posted an add on the almighty craigslist to be breed by some anon straight men. I get an email saying that a group of married men on business wanted to gangbang me anonymous. They texted my number with all their rings and cocks photos to show proof. I still wasn't sure if it was safe. Four on one? What if they wanted to rob me? But I took the chance anyways...I wanted my hole to be bred. So I got a hotel room in a sleazy hotel and prepped myself. I then got a text saying they were outside and to leave the door unlocked and have my ass up in the air. I put my jockstrap on, lubed up my cumhole and got into position...ass high in the air, face down. Ass up and ready to drain some nuts I hear a knocking on my door. I voice for them to come in. "There's that nice fat ass." They smelt of cigars and booze. "Can't wait to empty my nuts in that." Said the other I got so extremely turned on knowing that these random guys were going to unload inside me that my asshole began winking rhythmically. "Lookie lookie here...we got a winker." As one then slid a finger inside my hole. "Wink on my finger nice and slow." I began to flex my hole on his finger nice and slow and he began jerking his cock. "Time to breed this hole." I hear the belt come off and him positioning himself behind me. I relaxed my hole and he shoved it deep inside. It was painful but it felt amazing. He slowly began to stroke me deep and then went faster as he grabbed my hips. I began to tighten my hole as he began to cum inside me. "Jerry (Fictional game to keep anonymity) your turn." Jerry's cock was not long but thick and it certainly stretched me out. My hole was starting to loosen up and you could hear it as the lube and the cum was being mixed together inside my cumhole. After 10 minutes Jerry unloaded inside me. I had to tighten my hole from here on out just to keep the loads inside. The next guy had an average sized cock...but i wasn't complaining. As long as cum goes inside, I'm happy. This guy took about 5 minutes to unload but his load had to be the largest. He was grunting and breathing furiously for awhile while he cummed. "Who's last?" I asked teasing while I shook my ass. "Oh this cumwhore is still game eh" The last guy said as he smacked my ass hard. He slapped my ass a few more times before he entered me. He had the biggest dick out of all of them and knew it. He started out with a moderate stroke, letting me get used to it and then grabbed my hips and began thrusting deep inside my ass. My head dropped due to the extacy. "Yea take that fat dick." My hole was ridiculously sloppy now with all the loads and this huge dick inside my ass pounding away. The sounds from my sloppy hole being plunged turned him on and he fucked me even harder until he came inside me. I had taken 4 loads from men I don't even know what they look like! I was turned on so much arched my back even further to show them my handy work. "Stay there, we want pictures and video." So I stayed put...willingly obliging them to look at my destroyed cumhole. "Wink for us." I began winking as fast and hard as I could. "Now push out our loads in my hand." My hole sputtured out their loads for several minutes. He then smacked my ass with all the loads and rubbed it all over my ass. "Thanks for that hole, slut" I winked my hole at them a couple times on the way out as they laughed. Best saturday night ever

Part 3 Boys................. It was around 4:00 A.M. when we all eventually collapsed out of exhaustion, Sam, Chris, and Ethan having taken more poison cum from Don, Julian and me. Ethan and Sam had taken turns being fucked ragged by Don, but I had a particularly amazing fuck with Chris who was equal to Ethan when it came to his capacity for being ridden hard and rough. I took our session a bit further having choked Chris to the point where he was about to pass out. Amazingly he at not point put-up any defence. It was clear to me at some point this weekend the three boys would be ripe for some suffering. As I drifted off to sleep Chris was snuggled by my side, Don and Sam were sleeping soundly together and Ethan kissing Julian and stroking his naked torso. I awoke in the morning to the sensation of hand stroking my morning wood. Although my head was quite foggy I nevertheless had a good idea with whom I was sleeping, and, as I anticipated, Chris was stroking my cock, a smile on his lips - lips that required me to kiss them, which was fine with Chris. Although Chris made it clear he wanted to feel my cock inside him for another round, I had a burning need to feel cock myself so whispered to him to lick me out and fuck me. He grinned in pleasure, slid down on the mattress so he could lift my legs, holding them immobile as he orally explored my hole as he also stroked my cock. I lay passive, enjoying the pleasures of a teenager’s tongue exciting my anal senses. The other guys hadn’t yet awoken but, when Chris plunged his manhood into my cunt, I made some fairly audible responses gradually roused the other guys. Chris had been fucking me for no more than five minutes, leaning in to kiss me when the doorbell went. Chris stopped mid fuck and looked at me. The large TV screen automatically flicked on and the security camera outside the front door showed the visitor to be the postman. Smiling, I looked over at my nephew, asking "Ethan baby, can you get the door for me? It’s Josh, the postman." Glancing at the screen Ethan remarked "What a fuckin' cutie," and, shooting a grin to no one and everyone, he stepped out of the room stark naked, and opening the front door to find Josh, who was preoccupied with sorting the various letters in his hand, didn't register Ethan was au naturel. “Morning Mr. A, nice day. I have a few letters that need a signatur…….” He broke off in mid-sentence as he took in my beautifully naked nephew standing before him wearing nothing but a sexy grin. “OH er...erm..sorry I was expecting Mr Anders” Josh blustered, slowly turning red. “He’s my Uncle” Ethan replied, “But he’s a bit…er…busy at the moment, can I help?” he asked seeing close up, Josh was very cute and in his 20’s. Because it was a hot day he wore post office regulation shorts and a blue short sleeve shirt that showed he was athletically built. He wore a stubbly beard with blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. His left arm had a full length tattoo down to his wrist which Ethan noticed, “Sweet inking, mate,” Ethan offered. Josh gulped, still staring at Ethan’s naked sexiness, “Er oh yeah thanks” he managed to reply. “You’ve got some ink on your finger” Ethan said grabbing his hand and pulling it towards him. Josh didn’t say a word but let his hand be taken and seeing a black smudge on his index finger, Ethan extended it and then placed it to his lips and sucked it while all the time watching Josh who simply stared back into Ethan’s eyes. Ethan licked his finger clean and let it go. By now Josh had regained some composure, commanding Ethan "Turn around." Ethan broadly smiled, turning to face the wall. Josh Josh came into the hall and we could all see he moved up behind Ethan and ran his hand up Ethan’s inside leg to his crack. Josh pulled his fingers back to his mouth and Ethan turning saw Josh lick them clean, remarking “Mmm, I don’t know how many loads you’ve got up there but the cum sure tastes hot,” he commented. “Do you want to come in? I’m sure my Uncle can sign for those,” Ethan said grinning back. Josh shut the door and he and Ethan walked off screen just as it switched off again. Chris was still inside me having just watched his boyfriend with Josh, as indeed we all had. Ethan came in first followed by the postman who took in the debauchery in the room with a huge dirty smile growing wider as he saw Chris fucking me. “Hey Mr A. Sweet” he replied. “Hey Josh, introductions later,” I responded, muffling a grunt as Chris bottomed-out in my hole. Josh didn’t need to be asked twice but took Ethan into his arms, embracing him with a hard kiss. Don and Julian were making out while Sam was servicing both their cocks. And so the morning continued with Josh getting a long hard blow job from my nephew before turning him around and riding him doggy in the centre of the room. Josh was well built and his tattoos weren’t just confined to his arm as they stretched and flexed over his back while he got energetic with Ethan. Chris came hard in me but I made him lick out his load and share it, something he had never done before, but enjoyed very much. Sam was getting a spit roast with the poison cock of Don inside his hole and after a while his deep voice growled out to the young slut, “Tell me you want me to breed your cunt." “Breed me sir,” returned Sam’s quick whimper, his speach impeded Don's cock which was ravaging in Sam's cunt and Julian’s cock which was balls-deep in Sam's throat. Chris lay on me again watching his younger brother and boyfriend getting bred, quietly asking “Is Josh poz?” Smiling I rhetorically asked “How do you think I know him?” “You also pozzed him?” he asked. “Yes, and he begged me for all of my deadly sperm,” I answered, separating Chris’ cheeks apart and resting my hard cock in his crack, “Just as you did,” I groaned. Chris helped guide my cock to his hole, “Breed me again master” he whispered. I rode Chris in several positions, slapping his ass and raping him hard before biting down on his neck and making him yell out as I pumped another load in him. Josh, meanwhile, had been welcomed by all. Initially he took to Julian and Sam, then he helped double fucking the teenager while Don ate out Ethan’s sloppy ass. Afterwards Don again fucked Ethan. The fucking continued most of the morning before I called time and made some coffee. “Boy, a word if you please,” I asked of Ethan, Chris and Sam. Josh was dressing, and lest he get away without hearing of my plans, I called him over saying “You too, Josh, if you don’t mind." Josh didn't mind. “Guys, we're having a little soirée this evening for some clients of ours,” nodding at Don and Julian. "We are wondering if you guys would mind helping us out?" I had four grinning faces before me as they’d all jumped straight into the gutter, which was partly true of my intentions. Ethan asked "What would you need us to do, Uncle?” “Well, we need a few guys to help serve drinks and, generally (and frankly) to serve eye candy for the evening.” “What sort of evening is it Mr A?” asked Josh. “Well I guess that depends how it goes, but let’s just say the men coming are very important and very, very broadminded,” I answered, returning Josh's smile, and giving a discrete wink to Don, who had caught my eye when he sniggered to himself. This was in part true, the clients were in fact new potential distributors for the porn company and after many drinks were very partial to fucking the hired help. “You’ll all be paid of course. Five hundred pounds each for the night” I offered. All four agreed straight away. “There’ll be a couple of other guys helping out too but since you three are staying with me anyway, I thought you’d like something to do on Saturday night” I said nodding at Ethan, Chris and Sam. Josh seemed very keen anyway. “Er Mr A., would these clients be anything to do with the porn company you own?” he asked smiling at me. The three teenagers looked at Josh, then at each other. Their grins got even wider. "Uncle. have you been holding out on me?” Ethan asked. “They are yes Josh,” I replied, “Don is CEO of BoyToys and Julian is Art Director” I said answering Ethan. “Fuck, we watch those movies”, Sam said to Chris. “Wait don’t they do hardcore breeding scenes?” Chris asked realising. “Yeah they do,” Don chimed in, “And tonight there’ll be some distributors we want to sell to in new markets who only want very dirty hardcore breeding so we need to make a good impression.” He finished. “Sweet” Ethan said. “So guys you in?” I asked. “FUCK YEAH” came back at me simultaneously from the four of them. The party was still being set up when we arrived in the water front studios. The building looked quite run down from the outside but was modern inside and we’d be using the studio itself which was laid out as a bedroom with huge bed in the middle of the space with big chairs and solid looking fucking height tables all around and all designed for the porn made there. The four lads were excited by the prospect. Ethan had been a flee in my ear all day about how he’d love to make porn. Like I hadn’t seen that one coming, especially with Don saying how much money we’d make with the three of them, “Look at them” He said to me, “And brothers too”. Two of the studios porn actors were also helping out this evening and we introduced them to Ethan, Chris, Sam and Josh. “This is Jermaine and Ben” Don said. Jermaine was 20, black, 6ft4, physically very impressive and very cute with one stud in his left ear. Ben was 19, sandy haired, glasses, slimmer’s build but a lovely smile and sexy ass. Julian came over and took over the arrangements, “Guys, you’ll be serving naked tonight and we want you to wear these collars” He showed them the white collar and dickie, “And these cuffs” He said showing them the individual cuffs. “Now I know you’re all young and virile so erections aren’t really an issue but I want you all to take some Viagra so you stay rock hard all evening” he continued showing them the packet of blue pills, “It will complete the look I want” he said grinning. “So what do you need us to do Julian?” Ben asked eyeing Sam, Ethan, Chris and Josh. “There are canapés and drinks to be served all night so you’ll be taking trays round, plus your eye candy for the night so be yourself and if they want to talk to you, charm them” He said. “And anything else?” Ben persisted. “Ben I’m sure you guys will be fucking later too, let’s just see how it plays out”, Julian replied. All the boys grinned as they knew that was the real reason they were here. At 8pm the guests started to arrive and all were welcomed by one or more of the naked boys all sporting hardons. All of them were attracting a lot of attention with perhaps Jermaine’s 9-inch monster getting the most. The guests were mostly men but some women and ranged in age from 20s to 50s. Don, Julian and I were mingling and talking to them while the boys wandered round with trays. “They are beautiful”, said one German guy who looked to be in his thirties, “They model?” He asked. “Actually only two of them are models for the studio. The others are my nephew, his boyfriend, his boyfriends brother and my postman” I replied grinning. The German looked at me for a few moments taking in what I’d said,” English humour?” He asked. “No” I replied. “Brother’s” he repeated. “I thought you’d like that” I said, “And yes they fuck each other” “And your nephew?” He continued “Yes I have had the pleasure” I replied proudly. “Excellent” He said contemplating while rubbing his crotch. News of the brother’s and my nephew quickly spread around the room and later in the evening after quite a bit of wine had been consumed Don came over to me,” We have to sign them” He growled at me. “Yeah I get that impression too” I replied staring at my sexy nephew smiling and chatting to two buxom women with a sexy grin and his lovely hard cock standing to attention before them. “I’m telling you we’ll have contracts with everyone in this room before the night is out” He replied quickly. “What you want to do?” I asked. “Let’s get them to put a show on. Jermaine is packing a high viral load and Ben is negative but he’s just told me he wants to convert and he’d do it here tonight for them” he said with excitement in his voice. That turned me on too, the thought of a negative bottom taking poz cum for the first time and for the audience, not to mention Ethan, Chris and Sam taking yet more tainted cum to continue their conversion. “Josh” I called as I saw him walking near me. Josh came over to us,” Yes Mr A?” he asked. I smiled at his lovely body and thick 8-inch erection standing proud for me. “Are you poisonous at the moment?” I asked “Yeah I am as it happens, I didn’t want to say as it was your nephew I fucked” he said sheepishly. “Oh don’t worry, I am too and I’ve been fucking him for a week” I replied “FUCK ME…Hot man” he replied in awe. “Listen, we need to put on a show and Ben wants converting, plus the boys can take a little more positive seed for our guests” I said looking at Josh. “Yeah sure, love to” He replied. I looked at Don, “Good?” I asked. “Good” he replied, grinning insanely. To be continued………………………………………….

Fucked a cute blonde twink today against a tree in a caravan park. He never asked about condoms so he got my bare cock up his arse and a nice big load pumped right in him. Smacked him on the arse after I'd cum and sent him on his way.

I wouldn't worry about having a fetish for getting your ass licked or your piss drank. There are people out there who have fetishes for all sorts of stuff... from sniffing panyhose to driving 100mph with a bottle of vodka in their hand to mowing down people of different religious beliefs with machine guns. Hell man, it's completely legal and acceptable to rape/pillage wildlife and the environment just to sell a car that gets 8mpg. Most people didn't even give it a second thought when we made it legal to drown prisoners for false confessions or walk away with a billion dollar bonus for fucking up the world economy. The same people who tell you that the worst thing you can EVER possibly do is fuck a dude in the ass will also give you some shit excuse why women shouldn't vote or blacks are better off as slaves. Then they'll devote all their collective resources toward keeping a 14 year-old from smoking a joint or having an abortion while corpses are hanging off bridges from the drug trade and millions are dying of starvation. Even a 5-year-old Harry Potter fan knows that we each have some good in us as well as some bad... but all that matters is what we do with it. You're doing a faggot a FAVOR if he begs you to piss down his throat, and that's sure better than denying a person the right to simply get married just because a 3,000 year-old fairy tale says it ain't right. Nobody wants to see a promising college kid get bullied into jumping off a bridge, but every one of us has fantasized about smacking our bitch boss in the head with a tire iron. If you start fantasizing about slitting people's throats or fucking a corpse in the wormy eye socket... well then you might want to consider finding a therapist. But right now you've got an entire web forum lusting to be the next hole you fuck (btw, call me) so why worry about what feels good or what other people think about it? I'll take a fair guess that you've done something worse at one point in your life, and anyone that knew about it didn't give it a second thought or even high-fived you for it... If it ain't hurting nobody, why give it the bother of a thought? There are chicks out there who will sue your ass for complimenting their outfit, and dudes who will put you in jail for taking a leak on the side of the road. But you've also seen both guys and gals who will beg you to suck the turd from your ass and then say thank you afterwards.

Hey guys, I've noticed that a lot of bottoms around here seem to equate being a bottom with being submissive. It find it kind of strange because, while I've run into plenty of submissive guys, I've never associated your sexual position with whether you're dominant or submissive (or masculine or feminine for that matter). So am I just the weirdo who enjoys men who are masculine and not submissive regardless of who fucks who? Am I the only one who kinda likes a couple of equals fucking each other, even if one is all top or the other's all bottom? And am I the only one who draws a distinction between "top" and "dominant" or "bottom" and "submissive?" Or is it all the same thing to most guys here?

And am I the only one who draws a distinction between "top" and "dominant" or "bottom" and "submissive?" Or is it all the same thing to most guys here? --- I believe there's definitely a distinction! I've seen a few submissive tops, and PLENTY of dom bttms. I would consider myself a submissive vers, I guess. I've always been naturally submissive. I tent to walk behind and to the right of people, ask permission for simple stuff (like using the restroom or getting a drink of water). Incidentally, I'm an excellent employee, as I enjoy taking orders!