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This story is not true but inspired by a comic I found online. Enjoy. Having just turned 18, I was not going to go trick or treating on my block except Mr. Kleberger, my neighbor, asked me to walk with his twin sons who were probably 7 or 8 at the time. I was in high school, so I wasn't even going to dress up, but my mom said I had to help him and I begrudgingly agreed (plus he was going to pay me and college would be expensive). Since it was last minute, I didnt have a costume and i was secretly relieved that i wouldnt be in danger of having to wear something embarassing on the off chance that i might see someone from ould wear a costume he had and you can imagine my face when I arrived after school and the costume choices were either a toga with some leather arm bands and boots or a Scottish wedding tux complete with kilt. The kilt was too big for me to wear, so I wore the toga and he wore the kilt/tux, while the boys wore Superman and batman costumes. Mr. Kleberger told me his wife was visiting some friends in another state that weekend and it would just be us for the evening, which I heard through a fog that clouded my brain power, brought on by the view of my neighbor and his hot former army ranger body and perfect pink cock. I must have been staring because he volunteered that the kilt was what he wore in his wedding and underwear was never worn between a kilt and a cock. I had a hard time trying to keep my own dick from tenting the toga, which made him notice that you could easily see my boxer briefs under the thin white material. At his urging, I agreed to see if something of his would fit me and not show through as much, but I was flabbergasted by his nonchalant lifting of the costume and tugging down my undies, which made me shoot to full mast while he kept the toga up with a haND and used his other hand to rifle thru his underwear drawer, a prolific collection of briefs, thongs and bikinis in every material and color under the sun. Despite the goal of keeping the underwear from showing beneath the toga, he produced a few bikinis in red, blue and green and helped me try on each one, fondling my package each time as he stood behind me so we could get a good look in the mirror. Next came some more logical options in the form of a few white and flesh colored thongs, and with those he began using his fingers to also lightly work my cheeks and butthole "so the thong lies str8 along the butt crack." Obviously there was more than just the fit causing his handy work, but my naive brain ignored any sexual interest possibly occurring since he was married to a woman. I loved the look of the thongs but he still wasn't satisfied until a lightning dawned on him and he dashed into his office and returned with a package from some online underwear store, newly acquired by him just in time to produce the perfect solution to my toga's dilemma, a white g-string made of the silkiest softest white mesh i'd ever seen or felt. Amazingly fortuitous that he happened to order the new mesh number a few weeks earlier and had yet to open them up. When I bent over to pull the undies up my legs, I felt the soft woolly texture of the kilt pressing against my thighs and smooth butt cheeks, but there was something odd about how it was pressing into me. Somehow the kilt was not hanging down in a normal fashion, but seemed to be wedging itself into the space under my balls and butt. As I finished pulling them up, Mr. K adjusted the kilt so that it slid open and I gasped because all that was left between my thighs, tickling the underside of my balls, was his semi hard dick. He pulled my hips in and lifted the toga up under my arms so his cock was thrusting ever so slowly into the tight envelope between my legs and testicles, whole his fingers adjusted and caressed my desperately hard dick, as it leaked precum through the mesh like a waterfall. "Don't worry about that," I recall him assuring me that it was normal to get excited by the smooth fabrics and no reason to be ashamed of what was just our normal physical response, according to the man whose cock was now dragging across my asshole with each slow movement along my crack. I can't remember exactly how I reacted to his assurances but I am guessing what I thought was a non commital shrug was probably a shudder of ecstacy accompanied by a list full moan. The doorbell rang and Mr. Kleberger was instantly unhooked from where his dick had been working up my ass crack, and I watched in what seemed like slow motion as his dick disappearedunder the kilt with a long string of precum connecting the head, now a much more red shade than the soft pink it had been when it was soft, to a spot hidden somewhere around the point at which the cock pouch met the string on the undies I was wearing. Somehow he managed to press his hard on up against his waist where it could not be detected , then recovered it all with the plaid skirt and headed to answer the trick or treaters at his front door. By the time I got my dick to go down, and readjusted my toga to where you could only barely see that I was still at half mast, another load of trick or treaters had come and gone and the boys were desperate to get going and get some candy. Mr. Kleberger told me that he would stay at the house to answer the door, and asked me me to take the boys through the neighborhood, but not to go past the two streets on either side of our street, and a suggestion that we stop at the house in between the two halves to get defrosted before headin out again. (This was colorado in late october, and the rule was snow always fell on halloween and then it was warm again til December.) I was still obsessing about how hot it had been getting to feel Mr. K's big dick under my sack as we hit the first two streets so the cold was a godsend, keeping my dick from getting fully hard while we were outside. When we stopped to warm up at the house, both boys ran to the kitchen to have somw hot cider their dad had made for us, and while they drank and looked at their loot so far, Mr. Kleberger commented that I must be freezing in my thin costume and pulled me against him to warm up, whispering that he added something extra to my drink and his own, if I thought I could handle the effects. The idea that he was not only touching me again, but bending the rules and letting me have some liquor (I assume it was liquor altho looking back I can't be sure it wasn't ghb or something similar), all added up to the insinuation that in his mind, I was classified as a man, not some little boy. My dick was hard again, and the effects of the drink kept me from noticing that he was still holding me, despite my temperature returning to normal and even beginbing to spike since he was now behind me again, trapping me between his hips and the kitchen counter as he molested my crotch and chest, humored his somehow uncovered cock closer to my hole, and kept me from putting down my glass until I finished the drink, then giving me his drink and telling me to go ahead, since I seemed to like it so much. My head was swimming slightly as another doorbell ring broke us from our entanglement and Mr. K told us to head back out but to hurry back so we could go to a few houses in the other part of the neighborhood that belonged to some pepole he knew before he revealed a surprise for the boys. The mere mention of the surprise had the boys sprinting from house to house, which was not as easy for me to keep up with, now that i was drunkish or under the influence of whatever he put in the drinks, and the even more powerful influence of his sexuality. It took us less than half the time to finish the two long streets and return to the house, where Mr. K waved us inside where he was on the phone with someone, telling them that we would be over in a few minutes. He told the boys to get in his truck but explained that they needed to leave the front seat for me and the surprise, at which point he pointed to a duffle bag by the door to the garage. Both boys hoped up and ran, with candy bags in tow, straight to the truck. I turned to follow, stopping when I felt his hand grip my shoulder. Turning back to face the man who had me semi hard already, I felt my dick go back to fully erect as he stepped close and handed me a shot glass filled with a slight blue liquid, indicating I should drink it fast, while his hand squeezed my dick and he leaned in to whisper. Amazingly he was not saying anything particularly erotic but rather just describing how he had called my parents and ask them if it was okay that I stay the night in order to help him get some stuff finished for work. He asked me if I was okay with that and I nodded feeling the gross soapy tasting stuff in the shot glass hit me almost as soon as it went down my throat. I must have made a face that told him how gross it tasted because he laughed and simply told me that it was well worth it once it took full effect. Sure enough I could barely it sit up straight in the car all the way to the home of one of his co-workers where The Boys trick or treated he chatted with a very attractive older man and his wife. From there we went to another house owned by his boss, a tall dark haired man who was easily twice as wide in the shoulders as I was. The boys had some hot cocoa with the boss's housekeeper while Mr. K introduced me to Mario. The fluid in the shot glass was in full effect by now and without thinking I managed to spurt out loud something that sounded essentially as though I found him incredibly attractive though not nearly that eloquent. Because of the effects of the blue goo, I don't remember exactly what it was I said although I'm pretty sure somewhere in the sentence were the words f*** your hot. Both men laughed as I turned a deep shade of red, immediately realizing how awful it could have been if they hadn't found it humorous. Luckily they seemed to have a very similar sense of irony and humor as the man who I learned at some point in the conversation was of Italian descent, proceeded to reach out and put his arm around me pulling me in next to him and reaching down once he was sure the boys could not see and taking a handful of my ass under the toga even going so far as slipping one finger into my ass crack and wiggling it against my tight asshole. By this point in the evening I was less inhibited but I still gasped at his touch which got another big laugh out of both he and Mr. Kleberger. I had a feeling from the snake shaped bulge working down his right trouser leg that we could have done a lot more than just getting handsy but the boys re entered the room at that point so we said goodbye and we're back in the car. The last stop was the home of some of the boy's classmates which is where Mr. Kleberger told us all what the surprise was. He opened up a duffle bag he had brought from the house and inside were some of the boys' pajamas and street clothes and two sleeping bags. Both boys got really excited as their dad explained that they were going to spend the night with their friends and he would pick then up in the morning. He walked them to the door and returned to the car and explained that he still needed my help answering the door if any trick or treaters came by while he made a few calls for work, and perhaps we could watch a scary movie or something like that when he finished if I could still hang out for the night. I agreed with a nod and we made small talk on the 5 minute drive back to his house which I heard very little of due to his hand stroking my thigh and getting closer and closer to my cock with each rub until he was able to run my groin without any pretense. We pulled into the garage and he lifted the toga material and gave my dick a few strokes through the mesh undies as I moaned, then covered me up and told me to follow him inside. Instead of heading to the living room which was right next to the front door, he headed down the steps just inside the garage door to the ground level basement where a small bathroom and a spare bedroom were all located. "I figured you might like to watch a movie on the big screen and relax on the Murphy bed in here," he explained while pullin a Murphy bed down from where it was on the wall. He told me to get comfy and asked if I wanted to watch TV or a film he thought I would enjoy, which got a shrug from me, so he smiled and walked to the dvd player and inserted a disk that he pulled from a pocket on his coat, which I'd seen him take from his boss before we left. He handed me the remote and said he would be back in a few once he finished his calls, but that this disc had some videos I would like. As he went upstairs to make the calls, I felt deflated hoping to get to play with him some more, but I decided to wait to see what happened once he was done with his calls and played the first clip on the dvd. The screen lit up with a scene featuring a man in a mask stalking a half naked man though a warehouse, bUT before they could build any tension it cut ahead to where the masked man caught the other man and proceeded to hold him down and tear off his shorts and rape the guy. I was shocked that this seemed to be just a rape scene from some movie, and while you couldnt see exactly what was going on, the nudity and movements left little to the imagination. This must have been a mistake I thought but I didn't want Mr. K to find out so I turned the volume down and played the next scene on the disc. This was yet another sex scene, this one featuring two men having sex with a woman, and again the scene showed enough nudity and implied penetration that I was hard as nails and jerking my dick slowly while I watched. The three or four scenes after that one confirmed that these were each sex scenes from movies so I began flipping through them at 2x speed to see as many penis and butts as I could! That's when I got to a scene that was suddenly very different, obviously shot on a camcorder by an amateur camera man. This scene showed the couple we met earlier in the evening in their bedroom as they began undressing and fucking around. I could hardly believe my eyes. I skipped to the next scene and again it was the couple from earlier but now the wife was getting tag teamed by her husband and another man who seemed familiar. Once I got a good look at him I realized it was Mario! The scene was short but had my mind spinning. I laid down to keep from passing out and started the next scene. The screen showed a different bedroom now and on the bed was a gorgeous guy who couldn't have been too much older than me, but was muscle-bound and hot as fuck, wearing just a tight pair of red briefs. The camera operator reached out and groped the boy on the bed, and then set down the camera on a table and came into the shot. It was mario again! Mario told the young man to lose the briefs and turn over before he took off the briefs he had on and began jerking his big cock. I couldn't help but play with my butthole and cock as he first fingered then licked and finally fucked the guy without a condom on. My eyes were glued to the images and I was so focused on their sex that I didn't realize that I could no longer hear Mr. Kleberger on thr phone. It wasn't until I heard his feet coming down the stairs that I began to scramble to change the scene and just turned it to one of the str8 sex scenes when the door opened and Mr. Kleberger walked in carrying some bottles under his arm and the bowl of candy. He smiled and asked if I liked the movie scenes and I told him I did, very much. He made me a drink with the bottles and sat next to me on the bed, lettin me know he had shut off the outside light since we were probably done getting trick or treaters anyway. We sipped our drinks and he asked if he could show me a film on the disk he enjoyed, I nodded and he selected a title from the menu that appeared to be the whole movie which disappointed me until he told me it was about a young man who worked as a prostitute and got into some very bizarre situations. Sure enough less than 5 minutes in there was a scene where the guy was dressing up in woman's clothes and had to jack off for a man, and two seconds later another scene where an older woman hired him and 3 others to gang bang her. Mr. K removed his shirt, since it was so warm and when he sat down he did so behind me and pulled me back so I was between his legs with his arms around me as he leaned against the pillows and headboard. The kilt had ridden up as I scooted back and I could feel his throbbing cock as he very slowly and subtly rubbed it against my butt. He asked me if I had ever smoked weed and I admitted I had smoked with a friend, but i made the single hit from my friend's pipe sound like I had smoked a dozen times. Mr. K produced a joint from some unknown location and while i was scarred to do dtugs, i didnt wamt to stop the fun so i took a big hit when he handed it ti me, followed by coughing a lot while he chuckled and patted my back. He showed me how to shotgun a hit then, and after the first shotgun, he kissed me and each time after that we made out more and moee until the joint was done, and we were making out in earnest. Meanwhile he had one hand untying the belt on the toga while his other hand was working it up my thighs and pulling it up to take it off. My hips lifted up off the bed so he could get the toga further up and when I sat back down he pulled me in closer and his dick was now firmly between my cheeks and pumped every so often, playing with my hole and poking my balls from below each time he pushed. He spoke softly about the movie, telling me he always wanted to meet someone like the boy in the film, and asking me if I would ever do stuff like that for the right price. I was drunk by then and agreeing to everything he was saying, so I think he knew I wouldn't object when he moved us to the side of the bed, pulling me down to my knees and removing his kilt entirely before telling me to open my mouth. This wasn't the first dick I had sucked which must have been apparent because he was pleased and very complimentary about the fact I was deep throating his big pink cock and had no trouble choking even when he was going fast. Before too long he told me he was getting close and he had another thing he wanted to try. Pulling me back to my feet, he spun me around and pushed me back on to the bed, then peeled the undies off my dripping dick and began sucking my cock and licking my balls and ass. I was already leaking pre cum and moaning like crazy so he must have decided to just go for broke, because when I couldnt feel his tongue on me and opened my eyes, he was lubing his dick with something from his nightstand and pulling my hips to the edge of the bed. I told him I wasn't sure if I could handle getting fucked and he laughed, tellin me he had no intention of fucking me, he just wanted to see if he could get the tip in me since I was so tight. I asked if he should put on a condom, but he insisted that we weren't actually going to fuck so there was no need for anything like that. My drunk horny ass was in no position to disagree, literally, so I let him fold back my legs and put the cool slick stuff he had been using on his dick on my hole with his fingers, inserting one then two and working them in and out while I grimaced and held my breath. He kissed me and told me to relax, reaching over and pulling a pipe from the pocket of his discarded pants and heated the pipe from below, which I had not scene anyone do before. He shot gunned some hits to me again and suddenly I was hornier than I had ever been and feeling much less drunk, although the high was clouding my judgement enough that I felt even less resistant to his fingers. He lit the pipe for me and made me take 6 big hit's in a row, and I was surprised at how easily I took them compared to the joint. When I was done with hit number six he set the pipe down and moved back between my legs, but this time he went ahead and worked his cock up between my cheeks until the head was pressing harder and harder against it. He leaned in, pushing my legs further back until my knees were next to my ears so he could kiss me. Thats when he thrust his hips forward fast and burst through my sphincter until half his cock was speared into my hole and I screamed into his mouth while we kissed. He told me to breath and covered my mouth, which seemed counter intuitive, then he kept pushing forward while I squealed and groaned until I felt his hips flat against my ass cheeks, which were spread to where I felt they might rip open and leave me split right down the middle. He removed his hand and told me to take a minute and get used to his dick, and I told him to take it out, but he said it was too late for that now. I tried to convince him that it was too big but he kept reminding me that he was already all the way in. I even tried to ask again that he put on a condom, and he said he would once I was used to his size, since it would hurt too much to take his cock out now and put it back in. He then slowly worked it in back and forth bit by bit, which made me shut up and squeal some more which only made him enjoy it more. Within a few minutes he was working it in and out 4 or 5 inches at a time and as he had told me, my ass was starting to relax and accept it, and my dick, which had deflated during the initial pain, was making a come back with each slide of his meat across my prostate. We took some more hits from the pipe and sure enough I began to enjoy his fuck. "I knew you were going to take this dick, you little whore," he said as he built up speed. "I could tell you were begging for it the moment we moved in back when you were just a kid. You had that look on your face that says 'make me take your raw dick and I will be a cumslut for life!' I just didn't think I would want your ass so bad once you grew up, but I can't help it, your butt is like a bubble I have been wanting to pop since it grew in." I should have been offended but it turned me on knowing he was watching me and wanting me. He continued to tell me how much he had dreamed of raping my butt and turning me into a plaything, how he had ordered the underwear specifically for me to wear and planned our costumes so he could fuck my ass, even if he'd had to get me wasted and do it once I passed out. Somewhere in his furious fuck, I remembered we were fucking sans rubber, and for the third time that night I brought it up, which made hI'm cover my mouth and tell me to forget the condom, cause he was about to breed my boy butt and that was the last thing he wanted to hear about it. I might have argued except he grabbed my cock and jerked me with gusto as he neared his own orgasm. Bring a teen boy, the stimulation of his hand on my dick and his cock in my ass was too much and with his command that I "shoot that boy whore load!" I did just that, spraying us both up to our faces, just in time for his dick to ram further than it had reached yet that night and unload spasm after spasm of hot cum deep in the darkness of my butt. Since that night, we played a lot of times, often with his boss or the other man from his office, and even once with some boys from my school, but I still get hard on halloween remembering the trick he played and what a treat it was!

We reeked of sex as I pulled him into the shower room and the showers automatically started to run, but I had no intentions of cleaning up just yet. Throughout the first fuck session we’d been drinking water and now I pushed him to his knees and stood before him. He immediately began to lick my cock and nuzzle my balls as I tweaked my tits. He looked up at me as he worked his lips and tongue up and down my shaft, gobbing on it and slowly wanking it to milk a steady stream of precum from the tip. He expertly probed my piss slit with his tongue and squeezed the head, lapping it with his gorgeous tongue in expectation of my piss. I smiled and beckoned him onto the inbuilt bench and turned him around. I looked at his arse. It was beautiful. The hair was matted with spit, cum and arse juice and sweat and I bent down to sniff, drinking in the scent of the freshly fucked hole. There’s no better scent on a man. He moaned and with one hand pushed my face between his cheeks. I opened my mouth and let my tongue tease his hole, making him moan even more. I stood up and flipped him onto his back and stood between his legs. The ring through my cock glistened as my cock shook with anticipation. The bench had been built wide enough and high enough to provide the perfect fuck position and sure enough he raised his legs and held his ankles as I slid into his cunt once again, and he sighed. He was still so tight as my cock went in as deep as it could but I didn’t start to fuck him. I leaned forward and kissed him, one hand pushing onto his bladder. He grinned and without hesitation started to piss up into our open mouths, our tongues scooping it up as we drank his steamy, fetid liquid. As we kissed, Milos’ piss filling our mouths, I placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed into him as deep as possible onto my cock and then released my own flow. His eyes opened as he felt - clearly for the first time - this new sensation of piss filling his gut. As my piss filled his arse and he started to squirm, I whispered for him to clench hard on my cock and seal off his arse and take all my fluid. I slowed my piss and we continued to kiss as I slowly fucked him. He told me how great it felt to feel my piss sloshing in his cunt and my cock fucking it into his body, saying his cunt was mine to use as I wanted. I kissed him deeply. I told him to release his arse muscles and felt my piss slowly out of his hole spilling down my legs and mingling with the water that was cascading over our bodies. Sliding my cock into his gut as the fluid spilled out was such an intense sensation it was all I could do not to cum again but I restrained myself. When his arse was finally empty I pulled out and stood up and pulling Milos to his feet we showered, our hands exploring each other’s bodies, even allowing Milos to finger my own cunt before leaving the shower and heading back to the bedroom. The porn was still playing - now Sean Storm being gangfucked by a group of daddies. Pulling Milos onto the bed with me, I relit the pipe and we shared a few tokes as we snogged. Both our cocks were so hard again and leaking precum down the shafts. My arse was now itching for some action - even though I’d wanted to do the fucking, now my gut wanted to be filled at least once but I wanted to remain in control. So as we snogged I slid on top of Milos and positioned myself over his cock. Pulling back his generous foreskin and watching the trapped precum ooze down hisbshaft, I teased his head with my hairy hole. He gripped my waist with one hand and my cock with the other. Slowly I lowered by cunt onto the head of his cock and stopped, leaning down to kiss him. His breathing was shallow as I felt his hips rise up. I slapped his head and he dropped his hips. I pulled my arse away and leaned back to grab his bollocks, twisting them hard for good measure. Milos yelped. I opened the poppers and took two deep hits before handing Milos the bottle to repeat. Resting his fingers on my tits and cock, pulling my cock by the cockring and making my balls shiver, I once again started to lower myself onto his cock. It was thicker than I expected and as I hadn’t been loosened up it felt good as it pushed against the walls of my ass as he teased my tits and cock head. I let out an involuntary moan as I pushed down on his shaft. His hairy sweaty bollocks felt good in my hands, heavy with cum which I so desperately wanted to feel shoot deep into my guts. I began to ride him, slamming down to the base of his cock in rhythm to his wanking my cock. Soon my arse was slick with his precum, and I could feel his extra uncut skin sliding around in my guts. I leaned down and told him how much I wanted his seed, and he smiled. “You want my poz seed, dude?” For a split second I froze then smiled. Milos was way hornier and sleazier than I had originally thought. “Yeah dude, you’ve had mine, now I want yours.” He smiled and threw his head back in ecstasy as I slammed even harder onto his cock and his hips started to rise to meet each thrust. I leaned back and pushed two fingers into his arse, still so tight. My balls started to tighten so I slapped his hand off my cock - I wanted all my seed in his arse, deep in his arse and he seemed to understand me. He focused on my tits and I rode his cock with increasing speed and vigour. I grabbed a fistful of his chest hair in one hand as he started to moan and his legs beneath me started to go rigid. And then as I leant down to kiss him he thrust up and deep into my arse and I felt a torrent of his hot spunk erupt into my arse. I kept riding his cock even as the spasms started to subside - feeling his young cock pushing his gift of poz seed as deep as it could. I could almost feel his spunk leaking through the walls of my arse into my blood stream and it felt good. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more and I wanted to see how much further Milos would go. He’d already surprised me and I wondered as I felt some of his spunk leak from my hole, how much he’d really done. I rolled off him and drew him towards me. As we snogged, I felt his fingers probe my arse and pull his own spunk out and into his greedy mouth. As we kissed I lit the pipe and we toked as we watched the ongoing porn show. Now a succession of smooth twinks being fucked by hairy daddy types. So fucking hot. I decided to move things on. I grabbed my phone and checked my messages. As he watched I scrolled to one of my fuck apps and opened it. It sprang to life with countless messages. As he watched, I opened some of them. All wanted the same thing - a fuck session. Either alone or with others. Some had pics. One caught my eye and I opened it. It was my young ginger stud - Toby. The pics and messages were clear - he wanted some T fun and the picture of his tight smooth arse leaking cum with his heavy dripping cock dangling between his legs caught Milos’ attention. “Hot fucking dude. He a regular?” I nodded. “Yeah. Raw n tight. Like him?” “Fuck yeah. Ginger is hot.” I turned to Milos. “Shall we get him over. Would love to watch him fuck you.” Milos smiled and nodded as he pulled on his dick. I messaged Toby and continued to scroll through my messages til I found who I was looking for. Sure enough, when I clicked the message, Milos gasped. My boyfriend has a friend - Michael - a Brazilian Guy. Fit as fuck with 11 thick inches and beer can thick with a massive arse ripping mushroom head. Sometimes my boyfriend and Michael take turns on my arse. Serious turns, my cunt left so full and sloppy I sometimes have to take a day off work to recover and wank through all the memories. When my boyfriend was out of town, Michael likes to use my ass solo. Tonight I had other ideas. “You like?” “Big fucking dick!” I didn’t wait for an answer but replied that Michael should come over. “I wanna see him break your butt.” Milos smiled and kissed me. “Fuck dude. Break both of us.” I smiled. No. Just Milos.

I’d been a late bloomer for most of my life. Accepting myself as gay was hard and so I only lost my virginity at 27 after I had moved to Berlin for a new job. After that I was still pretty shy but grindr and other apps helped me make up for lost time at least a little. Maybe a year later I was sitting at my desk bored off my ass and decided to have a look on grindr. As it was still pretty early there was not much going on nearby, but I soon got a message from a guy who was really close by asking if I was also working at his company. Turns out I was. He was only 22 and his profile pic was a headless but nicely toned torso with a pretty nice bulge. We messaged a bit back and forth and then he sent me a pic of his cock and asked if I would suck him. Being shy I hesitated at first, but I was intrigued by the idea of having sex at work, so I agreed. I had no idea what I was in for. He told me to go to a bathroom that was pretty secluded where we probably wouldn’t be disturbed, switch off the lights and get naked; then text him to come. So that’s what I did. He got in shortly after and opened his pants. I couldn’t see a thing. We got closer and he pushed my head down on his cock telling me I was now his bitch and I should suck him good. This light dom/sub play was new to me and I hesitated for a moment, but he used that moment to push his cock deep in my mouth and made me gag on it with his hands holding my head tight. That’s when I clicked. I loved being his bitch and gagging on his big cock, so I just started sucking as if my life depended on it. “That’s right, bitch.” He said. “Swallow my cock. You like it, don’t you?” We kept going for a while and I really enjoyed it. When I started jerking my dick, though, he heard me fapping and twisted my nipple. “No, slut! You are to please me and not yourself.” I was his bitch and I was in heaven. It took him just a little longer until his breathing got harder and he said: “I’m about to cum and you’re gonna swallow it. If you really don’t want to, clap your hand twice on my butt and I’m gonna stop. But I would be very disappointed.” I thought about it. Did I really want this young guy, whose face I had never seen, cum into my mouth and then swallow it? I was too far gone though. I was his bitch. So I kept going and increased my sucking. “Yeah that’s right, bitch. You’re mine. Here it comes.” And he came with a big load down my throat, that I somehow managed to swallow completely. “Now lick it clean. I don’t wanna go back to work with a sticky cock.”, he said. When I was done, he put his cock back in his pants, zipped up and before he left the bathroom he told me: “You can finish yourself off now, slut, and wait at least 5 minutes before you leave! I don’t want you to see my face.” I only managed to say thank you and then he was gone. TO BE CONTINUED

I like a faggot that is nothing more than an object. the slave/master thing is hot but I like whores that know that nobody thinks of it as nothing special or has any special connection to it. The cumdump is just a body that men use for dirty bareback fucking, fisting, choking, gangfucking, whoring out, pissing on, whatever. Fun to play with but basically worthless and disposable

Leading him into the bedroom, I picked up the remote control clicked on the tv, launching it immediately into a revolving loop of the hardest, sweatiest and wettest porn. We stood and watched the scene for a while, two guys - one my favourites, dirty Aussie boi Kieron - pounding a shaved headed British guy in a black and white jock. Each thrust keenly showed on the bottom’s ecstatic face. I looked at Milos who was licking his lips. I jumped onto the bed and onto my back, reaching into the draw I pulled out my pipe - always loaded with T and a lighter. “Wanna join me?” I asked. Milos looked uncertain. But I’ll let you into a little secret I m’ve learned about boys like Milos. They start off smoking spliffs cos it’s cool and poppers because they’re good for wanking and that first bout of getting fucked with rubbers. Then they get into the gay scene and take some coke and before they know it they’ve graduated to pills, mdma and prep because when you’re high who wants to fuck around opening a condominium packet? They think they’re party boys with their lines of coke, pills, powder and V. And finally they start taking the odd bump of k. For them, k is hardcore. I mean, who ever wants to fall down a k-hole more than once? For them, Tina is for losers. Who wants to become an addict and fuck up their lives? But that’s the secret they harbour deep in their souls. By this point they’re watching hard, bareback porn - the hardest. They’re popperbating to raw fucking, doing piss (only) when they’re high and spending time in saunas and dark rooms. But in the back of their minds they’re not intrigued by Tina, they want to try it and just want to find someone they trust, who won’t make them take too much. And “just the once” because who doesn’t want to be a bottom boi slut n whore at least once taking load after load and hopefully from a group of men they’ve never met? Gentlemen, may I present Milos. Poor fucking cunt. He was hungry for Tina. Just the once. I was going to make him my Summer Time T Whore. He looked uncertain but I could tell from his eyes that he wanted to. I lit the pipe and watched the smoke start to swirl. I took a gentle toke and placed the pipe on the bedside. I stretched, flexing my abs and closing my eyes, I started to knead and stretch my bollocks, lifting my hand to my face to sniff the mix of all day musk, sweat and his saliva that made my bollocks wet and sweaty. I knew he was watching. I could feel it. I spread my legs and let my hand drop to my cunt and moaned a little. I felt pressure at the end of the bed, and opening my eyes, I saw Milos straddling my feet. I smiled and beckoned him over. Pulling him into my arms, I drew him in for a kiss. He didn’t resist and our tongues proved each other’s mouths and without thinking about it Milos got his first taste of T smoke. I pulled him in closer, my hand cupping his jock. I told him he was “gorgeous”, “sexy” and “hot”. And I wasn’t lying. He was. And I knew at some point during our session I would tell him I “loved” him. And at the precise moment I probably would. In the midst of animalistic, drug-fuelled fucking there is always a momentarily lapse into “love”. I opened the poppers and took two deep huffs and closed the bottle without offering it Milos. Pulling him back towards me, he instinctively opened his mouth and drew in my poppers breath. Swapping breath, clean, poppers or otherwise is such an amazing thing - neither of you wanting to pull away until you’re dizzy. And good prep when debasing a new boi. Finally we pulled ourselves apart and I dropped my hand to his arse. The butt plug was still there and as I began to leverage it in his hole we kissed, his hands finding and tweaking my tits and making me moan involuntarily. Finally I pulled it out and looked at it, glistening and sticky with his arse juices. I pushed it into my mouth, savoring his salty taste in my mouth before he greedily pulled it out of my mouth and sucked on it himself. I grinned, pulling it back I traced it down his back and inserted once again in to his wet hole before pushing him down towards my cock. He slid down and took my cock to the back of his throat, involuntarily gagging as he miscalculated how long and thick my cock had become. He pulled back and drew a line of precum from the head of my cock to his lips before sliding down my shaft again. His hands kneaded my bollocks as he gorged and spat on my cock. One hand lightly fingered my hole before he pulled it back and took a deep sniff. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his fingers into my mouth, eager to taste my own musky cunt. As he sucked my cock, worshipping it I picked up the pipe, lit it and took another gentle toke. Holding it in, I replaced the pipe and stared at him. Like a feral animal he moved up my body and grabbing my head in both hands pushed his lips against mine and opened his mouth. For an instant I held my breath and then ever so slowly, I released the vapor into his mouth. He sucked my breath into his lungs and held back from releasing. Our eyes were open and we were staring at each other. As I watched, his pupils dilated and his cock, still trapped in his jock shuddered as he pushed it against my own throbbing tool. He pulled away and breathed out, burying his face in my chest. My hand slid down and grabbed his cock through the sports fabric and whispered: “More?” He looked up. The confusion was gone, replaced with a new look, a desire for more smoke, for the opportunity to releases the depraved cunt he had been hiding for so long. I handed him the pipe and lit it. Guiding him I coaxed him to take two short tokes and then a deeper one. Taking the pipe from him, I pushed him into his back and swung behind him. I pulled up his legs and revealed his arse in all its glory still strapped into the jock. His arse was hairy, from cheeks to crack and when I pulled his cheeks - muscular and hard - apart, I sighed as I saw the dark fur covering his crack and hole. I bent down and took a deep breath and my cock went rigid as I inhaled the smell of his unfucked cunt - I caught a faint whiff of sweat and rubber from the dildo before running my tongue the length of the groove. Milos gasped as he felt my my tongue travel between his cheeks and then return to start lapping and chewing on his hairy hole. I inhaled again as I pulled his cheeks further apart, and slightly buzzing began to push and probe at his hairy hole, seeking to taste the insides of his arse, still sweet and unbattered by my cock. I pulled his arsehole apart, probing it with my fingers and tongue. Milos opened the poppers and took a deep hit before handing the bottle to me. Two deep huffs and I was eating his cunt out, pushing my tongue deep into his hole, gobbing on it and prising it open to watch my spit get swallowed up before exporting him to push his rosebud out for me to chew. Before I lost all sense of time I stopped and pulled off his jock. His cock sprang free and, uncut, as it sprang back it spewed precum all over his hairy belly. I pulled back his gorgeous foreskin and focused on his cock, his hands moving to the back of my head. I growled as I swallowed his cock, pulling in his generous foreskin with my teeth and sliding my hand up and down his spit-wet shaft. I slid a finger under his arse and gently eased it up his hole making him gasp. I pulled it out and pushed two fingers into his mouth, feeling his tongue swirl them with gob before pushing them back into his wet home up the knuckle and twisting them in sync with sucking his cock. His hands found my tits and tweaked them, making me spurt precum. I finally pulled off and pulled him to me for a deep, wet snog as I continued to finger his boi cunt. We were now sweaty, and slightly high so I grabbed the pipe and we shared a few clouds of T. We were in a frenzy of kissing, grappling and sucking each others cocks and licking out each other’s pits when I suddenly found his legs over my shoulders and my cock primed. Without asking I rammed my cock into his hole. No niceties or pleasantries just my raw, unrelentingly hard cock deep in his cunt. He gasped as I ripped into his hole, and for an instant tried to push me off, but as quickly realising this was what he wanted. His legs wrapped around my body as I started to pound his hole open. Each thrust causing him to wince and grunt in pain, but his legs pulling me back in deeper every time. We were locked together, eyes locked, my balls slapping against his butt with each deep stroke; only stopping to pull out before slamming back in and making Milos yelp and grin. Our breathing in sync, I told him how tight he was, and he answered telling me how he wanted me to use and open up his cunt; breed him; fuck him in every way. And I responded by pulling his head back by his hair and gobbing in his mouth, calling him my cunt boi and how I was going to stretch his arse, breed him and fill him with my piss. But not yet. After one final hard deep thrust, I pulled out and pulled his arse into the air. I looked at his hole. It was slightly more open, but not enough. I pushed my tongue in and tasted my precum as he automatically pushed his bud out into my mouth. His hands reached round to strike and squeeze my cock before I pulled him up and we faced each other on our knees. His cock was dripping as I grabbed it. Pulling back his foreskin I wiped his cockhead with my fingers and licked them. I leaned over and opened the draw. As he watched I pulled a box out and opening it took out a bolt, and dexterously weaved it into the head of my cock. “Fuck, yeah man,” he whispered as he stroked his cock and balls. I leaned over the bed and picked up his bullet. I gave it to twists and held it under his nose; then repeated it for me. It burned it was so strong. Taking a bottle of water from the side of the bed I drank half of it before watching Milos finish the bottle. Then I pushed him into his back and fell into his sweaty, open arms. As we kissed we started to feel the heat in our bodies increase as the k started to take effect. I love K. I love the sensation it gives me of being outside my own body but most of all I love how it makes me as sweaty as fuck and rampant. Tonight was no different and I know what I wanted. I lay down and swung him on top so his arse was over my face. He needed no instructions and pushed his wet, sweaty, fucked hole into my face. I moaned as I was smothered by his hairy arse and felt him lean down to suck my cock and chew on my piercing. My hands rubbed and pummeled his hairy sweaty back as I tried to push my face quite literally into his arse. Every so often he would pull back and push his cock down my throat, taking charge as he fed me cock and cunt, only stopping to gob on my face or share hits of poppers. We were laughing from how sexy and horny we felt. The verbal was hard and dirty and we were in tune. Suddenly he pulled my arse into the air and pushed his face into my butt. As I’ve said before, I’m not one for being eaten out but tonight I gasped from the sheer pleasure of feeling his stubbled face and rough tongue on my sweaty musky hole, matching my own tongue on his cunt lap for lap. He told me how good my arse tasted - musky, sweaty, earthy - as he spread my cheeks and pushed his fingers in. Subconsciously I thanked God that i’d been on a light diet for the last few days in preparation for my original plans to be a total bottom for the whole weekend, as never before had I wanted someone’s tongue in my arse as I wanted Milos’. Releasing me he rolled me over and into all fours. Throwing me the poppers he spread my cheeks and burrowed into my arse. As I watch the porn - now Josh Weston being fucked by a bunch of black dudes - Milos licked, chewed and ate out my arse as I reached back and held his face against my arse, only pausing to rub his uncut cock against my hole. I could feel my hole getting wetter and wetter and the urge to give up my cunt was almost overwhelming. But not tonight. As he once again teased my hole with his cock I reached under and squeezed his bollocks hard enough to make him yell and unbalance him. I seized the opportunity and push him into his stomach and rammed my cock into his unprepared arse, forcing one arm up behind his back. As he struggled I slapped the side of his head. “No, you cunt. You don’t get to fuck me. I’m going to make you my sub boi and ruin your butt.” I slapped his head again and as he begged me not to stop I plowed his arse with deep hammer fucks, pulling all the way out before ramming my cock back in balls deep. As he breathing grew ragged his arse finally gave way and I drove my cock deeper than ever before, feeling his arse muscle give in as he gave in to the piercing ripping his insides open. I released his arm and slide two fingers in under my cock, widening his hole, and feeling my precum ooze out. I pushed his head into the pillow and became focused on thing and one thing only, opening up his arse with my cock and fingers. Beneath me, Milos was grunting not from pain but from a new sensation deep in his cunt he’d probably not experienced before but which every bottom eventually comes to feel - the need to be filled, pounded and used. Once that feeling takes over nothing else matters. Suddenly Milos was pushing his arse against my cock in synchronous rhythm, and pulling his arse cheeks apart so that he could feel me as deeply as possible. I flipped him over, and pulling his legs open, pushed my cock into his arse. Now we were one sweating, seething bestial mass of flesh. Joined cock to arse, lips on lips, tongues wrestling in each other’s mouths, we had reached that moment when we were connected. As I felt my balls tighten, I grabbed his head in both hands and our eyes locked. His hands reached round to pull me deeper, his fingers finding my sweaty cunt and fingering my hole. I couldn’t hold back any longer and with a yell I began spewing my spunk into his hole. Spasm after spasm wracked my body as I released wad after wad of cum into his hole. His hand went to his cock and within seconds he was cumming at the same time, each jab of my cock releasing a torrent of his spunk over his sweaty hairy body and my heaving chest. Still I kept fucking him, pushing my spunk deep into his guts. For an eternity we remained fused as I unloaded my balls until finally I collapsed on him, still snogging as he scooped his seed and smeared in over my lips before kissing me. Finally I pulled out, and rolled over onto my back, fluidly pushing him down and feeling him lick my cock and balls clean of any cum that had managed to escape. Catching my breath I rolled him over me and buried my face in his arsehole. Without a pause, I felt Milos push his arse over my face and as I opened my mouth, I felt a stream of my cum, precum and his arse juices flood into my mouth as he sucked my cock. It tasted so good and I swallowed the load, feeling it burn my throat as it flooded my own stomach. Rolling off, Milos kissed me once again, his tongue searching out any residue from his insides in my mouth. At least, temporarily sated we lay there, panting in each other’s arms. Still slightly buzzing from the K and T, we stroked and caressed before I rose up with my still hard cock slapping between my thighs and beckoned him to follow me.

Dropped into the local bookstore today after work. Made a beeline past the booths to the public room in back to see what was going on. Found a young guy standing in the corner, leaning against the wall. As I came in he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out a beautiful cut 7-incher. Still fully dressed, I took a couple of hits off my brown bottle and dropped to my knees in front of him. His cock head was already slick with precum when I took it into my mouth, slowly working the entire length down my throat until I could tickle his balls with my tongue. My head was swimming as I worked my throat back and forth on his shaft, occasionally gagging and drooling onto the floor at his feet. It wasn't long before I felt another pair of hands groping my ass through my dress pants. Without missing a stroke on the cock in my throat, I stood up, remaining bent over at the waist, and undid my pants to show this new unseen stranger that I was open to his advances. They fell to the floor with the whisper of fabric. Taking his cue, this new guy slowly worked my boxer briefs down over my ass, letting them drop around my ankles as well. I immediately felt a tongue on my exposed hole, and heard my ass eater's frantic grunts over the sound of the porn on the TV. I love having my ass eaten, and this guy was an expert! I tried to enjoy his rimming while continuing to work the other stranger's cock with my mouth. Before long, the tongue withdrew and I felt a light pressure in its place. I knew what it was, of course. He held there, pressing on my hole with the tip of his cock but making no effort to enter me. So, I took matters into my own hands. Grasping the first cock in my hand, I slowly eased back onto what proved to be a thick monster! My ass stretched around the head as I worked my way down his shaft. With a few more hits from my brown bottle, I thrust myself backward, impaling myself. The first guy stepped forward so he could continue to feed me his cock, and there I stayed, bent over with a cock in each end, for what seemed like a blissful eternity. Eventually, the first guy gave into my oral skills and let his load fly. With a satisfied sigh, his cock bobbed and pulsed in my mouth as he pumped a considerable load onto my tongue. I savored the salty flavor for a moment before greedily gulping it down. That was all the other guy needed. He grabbed my hips and gave a few mighty thrusts, and I was rewarded with the sensation of his cock doing the same dance deep in my hole. I gripped his shaft tight, intent on keeping all that seed inside me. As he pulled out, I spun around and wrapped my mouth around his softening cock, cleaning all the cum and ass from it so he could buckle up and leave. I never did see his face, or hear his voice. Just the way I like it. Some days the bookstore can be a bust - waste of time, waste of money. But scenes like this make it all worthwhile. I'll always cum back for more!

Decided that I needed to get back to exercising when I remembered that a friend lived near the 40 mile or so walking/bike trail called The Silver Comet. My friend was busy but lent me his bike. It was such a great sunny day that I headed off on his bike with attached water bottle. As we have been having a heatwave here in Atlanta, and since school was back in session, the trail was virtually empty. A very people but nobody interesting until this very athletic guy wearing skintight cycling gear rode up to where I was and said hello.He promptly passed me by and I did not think about it again til I saw him stopped ahead of me at an abandoned railroad crossing. I checked to see if he was ok, and thats when I could see his hardon and his smiling toward me. He then took his bike off trail and I followed him with my bike til we were deep on the woods. He kept checking behind to make sure I was following him til he stopped.I went over to where he was standing and he told me to bend over ,of which he pulled my shorts down and started fingering my hole. As I moaned, he told me to shut up, spit on fingers, and then my furry ass, and quickly inserted his cock pounding me hard and deep with one hand around my waist and another over my mouth as I started to scream til he unloaded what felt like tons of cum in my ass. As I pulled up my shorts, he gave a quick smile, mounted his bike and pedalled away. I felt that was a good start to exercise so I turned around and headed back to my friends house to get my car and drive home.

I like cumdumps to be naked as much as possible, even in public places. Reminds them that they are basically just a breeding animal.

-Part 5- We were now in his car- I was filled with anticipation for what was to come. I had asked where we were going and was told not to worry about it. The car came to a stop in a parking lot and he said "come on". I did. I was surprised to find us at an ice cream store. He got us both vanilla soft serve and we sat outside. "It's important to eat, never forget that little one. Maybe later I'll take you to dinner. Or maybe we'll be occupied with other activities" he said. And then something taboo happened: we got to know each other. He told me what had led him to here and I told him about me. He was a good guy. It took away a little of the mystery but now I was even more excited to connect with him. maybe it's the hopeless romantic in me. I wondered if this could ever be something real? That terrified me. ______ "Come on in" He said as he opened the door to his place. "My roomate won't be home for a few hours, This will do for an hour or two- until its time" He led me to his room "I'm just subletting till I find my own place, excuse the mess" I looked around and it was pretty barebones: bed, nightstand and a bunch of boxes against the wall. He came up behind me and started kissing my neck. with his hands at my sides he grabbed at the hem of my shirt and pulled it off. I turned to face him. he was naked except his jock. When had he stripped? It was hot. "What now?" I asked. "Well- that depends how adventurous you are?" "Try me" "famous last words, little one" And then he pulled me to him, making out fiercely. tongues on tongues. Minutes or years passed and he broke us apart and said "follow me". He led me to the en suite bathroom attached to his room and turned on the full shower. While it warmed he explained "We're out of stuff. Just for the moment- but if you trust me I have a plan to keep you feeling good, hop in the shower" I took off my clothes and he hummed in appreciation. I was never one to feel great about my body but he made me feel sexy. I felt seen. I got under the water and the sensation of the warm water cascading down my body was something else all together. He got in and we made out in the steaming shower. feeling each other and jerking each others cocks to full hardness. He had a bottle of lube in the shower and used it to lube his cock and my ass and bent me over. He started to fuck me nice and slow. I was enjoying this moment so much. As he fucked me he pulled himself into me and forced a whisper in my ear "You ready?" "For what?" "For our next adventure" and with that i felt warmth in my ass at first I was confused. Was he filling me with cum? And then I realized...piss. He was filling me with piss. I'd always harbored a secret fetish for piss so moaned in appreciation. "Good boy. Let me fill you up. This isn't just piss. this is chem piss. You'll be soaring again very soon. do you have any for me?" he asked. grabbing a cup from the ledge. Instinctively I knew to follow orders and fill the cup with my own piss. I did. and handed it back to him. he raised the glass in a cheers motion and then brought it to my lips and had me take a sip. Then he drained the rest. By the time he was done the chem piss was starting to take hold. He slipped out of the shower saying "meet me in the bedroom when your ready" . A few minutes late I met him in the bedroom. Things had changed. The blinds were down. a pleather sheet was on the bed. and the contents of one of the boxes had been upended. It was full of sex toys. A few dildos, butt plugs, poppers, cuffs and restraints. And there he was. Sexy as all fuck in a mask, black leather chaps, and a cock ring. he grabbed my hands and cuffed them in a leather cuff. Then forced a black mesh jockstrap on me with a comment that "My dick wasn't necessary right now" He kneeled me on the bed and entered me. Fucking me hard. both of us flying high on the chempiss. So many positions, toys, moment of sweat and sex flashed before my eyes. High on chempiss and poppers, two hours passed effortlessly. I had just relaxed into a post orgasm moment. Content with his cum in my hole when the phone rang. "Yeah?" he answered. A few quick exchanges. Then he hung up. "Okay, little one. It's time." Lets get cleaned up and out the door. Within minutes we were on the road once more. Where to now? I had stopped caring and just trusted I'd get to where I needed to be. End part 5

Work was usually incredibly boring. Office work is dull and was only alleviated by the fact that I had my own office and sat with my back to the window so I always knew when someone was coming in to see me. The advantage of this was that it meant I could watch porn and cruise fuck-sites whenever I wanted too. And the reason I didn’t have to worry about a firewall detecting my nefarious activities was thanks to an intern the previous summer. Most interns are dorky, geeky jerks. But last summer my company took in an intern in the IT department. He was short, dark and hairy. Greek I found out on his second day. I hadn’t noticed him at first. He’d come over the fix the printer in the outer office and a colleague mentioned that I might ask him to look into the fact that my computer kept freezing. I agreed and it was only when I looked up that I drew breath. 178cm, lean, stubble despite having clearly shaved that day and from a momentary flash of eye contact either gay or curious. I stepped away from my desk so he could sit down and stood behind him. Not too close but close enough to be able to look down the back of his shirt and see a glimpse of a hairy neck and back. As we chatted it too all my concentration not to get a semi let alone a hard on. We made small talk - his name was Milos and he was staying with relatives downtown so he could intern for the summer and was cycling to work to save dollars. After a couple of minutes he said that it had something to do with my network or something like that and that he’d be back. I thanked him and got back to work, only pausing at lunchtime for a quick wank in the toilet cubicle imaging his hairy arse riding my face. A few days later I was working later than normal as my boyfriend was out of town and I had the next day off as I was planning a weekend of hard chem sex with as much cock and spunk and piss as I could handle. Everyone had already left for the day as I’d been reminded to use the back door as the alarm had been set, when there was a knock on my door. Looking up, there was Milos holding a cable in one hand and a backpack in the other. “Hey, Milos.” “Hey. Sorry I was on my way out and I saw your light on and wondered if know might be a good time to sort your cabling.” He smiled discretely. “Sure, I’ve just finished for the day. Just let me get out of your way.” I stepped aside and to the other side of my desk. He sidled past me, slightly too close, and dropping his backpack on my desk, disappeared under it. I leaned over and took in a good view of his butt. He was out of his regulation chinos and shirt, wearing jeans and a tee. The tee had risen up to reveal a hairy back and what was clearly the waistband of a jockstrap. A yellow jockstrap. As we made more small talk, I took a risk and quietly unzipped his backpack. Nestled inside was a buttplug, a bottle of poppers and prep pills. I grinned. Milos was either a dirty fucker on his way to meet someone or a dirty fucker who knew what he wanted right now. I rezipped the back pack and moved it across from where he had placed it and waited. He finally got to his feet, rearranged his jeans so as to give me a flash of the yellow waist band from the front and after glancing at his back pack started tapping away at my keyboard. “It’s sorted, but I’ve noticed you’ve a firewall problem, so let me change that so that it doesn’t give you any more hassles.” He tapped for a few more minutes and then stepped to one side. “Take a look.” I walked around the table and looked at the screen. There, as he looked at me, was a scene of four guys fucking. Hairy guys. Sweaty and fucking raw. He leaned over and turned up the sound on my speaker. Grunts, swearing and slapping sounds filled the room. “Does that work for you?” I looked at him. His eyes were bright and eager, his mouth slightly open. I grabbed him by the chin and pushed my tongue into his mouth. He reciprocated and I pulled him towards me, one hand on the back of his head, the other on his arse, probing through the denim to find the entrance to his arse. He moaned and grinded his crotch against mine, both of us instantly hard. He pulled away and looked down at the screen, as we watched one guy, in a jock was being gang fucked by the other three. Even though there was no sound, we could tell he was getting a good hard and deep fucking, only pausing when one of the tops stopped to eat out his arse and then piss all over his hole. Milos whispered “Nice jock.” “Yeah but it isn’t yellow.” He chuckled and pulled slightly away. Kicking off his trainers, he pulled off his tee and slipped down his jeans. He was fucking gorgeous. Standing there, he was hairy from head to toe. Thick luxurious hair that made the yellow jock he was wearing, impressively tented with the start of a damp patch, stand out even more. He had a swimmers build and clearly, under that hair a flat, six-packed stomach, great muscular legs that were clearly supporting a fine arse and nice thick forearms. I leaned over and opened his backpack. “I think there’s a few things in here of interest too,” I said as I pulled out the poppers and the butt plug. Milos grinned as I popped open the bottle and handed it to him. Without hesitation he took four deep huffs and handed the bottle back. I smiled and took two deep huffs and handed him the plug. He took the plug and gobbing on it, proceed to suck and lick it, staring at me intently. Handing it back to me, he leaned against the desk and turned to look at the computer screen. I tasted his spit on the plug and then gobbed on it myself. Standing behind him, I traced it down his back making him moan and rested it as the top of his pert, hairy butt. He pushed his arse out, rubbing against my engorged cock in my chinos. It was my turn to moan and as I leaned forward to kiss his neck I caught the faint whiff of sweat building up on his hairy torso. Right there and then I wanted to fuck his tight hairy cunt, over my desk. And he wanted it too. His breathing was shallow and expectant as he hand reached round to grabbed and rub my hard cock through the fabric of my trousers. I smiled and gently pushed the tip of the butt plug against his hole. He pushed against it and sighed as the tip slipped into what was a very tight hole. Feeling resistance only made me harder. Fuck he was really tight. This hole needed more time and a lot of abuse. With sudden force I pushed the plug into his arse. His sharp intake of breath proved he was both tight and not expecting it. I wrapped an arm around his throat and pulled him back. “Does Milos want to play?” When he didn’t answer I tightened my arm against his throat. His arms automatically came up so I kicked his legs from under him forcing him to regain his balance and cutting off the air a bit more. “Answer me, you cunt.” He nodded as he regained his balance. My hand slid to the plug which I rotated and pushed into his arse making him moan. “Leave the plug in, getting fucking dressed and follow me,” I grabbed my bag and didn’t look back, but could hear him scrabbling to get dressed before padding down the stairs behind me. I unlocked my bike and waited while he unlocked his. Cycling was difficult with the steel hardon I was sporting but tonight I was horny and going to make the intern pay. Obediently, he mounted his saddle, wincing as the butt plug make contact with the hard seat and followed me home. I walked to the front door and without turning back knew he was following. I walked into the front room and flipped the heating on as I heard him click the front door closed. I dropped my bag and turned to face him as he entered the room. I ordered him to empty the contents of his bag onto the floor. Out spilled lube, the poppers, the prep, a handheld douche, some arse wipes, a dildo, a metal cockring and a bullet. No condoms. But Milos has clearly planned and I licked my lips at the prospect of his clean cunt. And clearly the bullet contained K. I smiled and ordered him to strip to his jock and pick up the poppers. He slowly started to undress and it took all my willpower not to stride over and rip his clothes off and snog him. He was magnificent. Lean. Hairy. Very hairy. And glistening with sweat from the cycle ride and as the room started to heat up. Licking his lips, he took four deep huffs and then stared at me intently. Fucking cocky bastard, I remember thinking. As he watched, I slowly undid my shirt and pulled it from my chinos. At the time I was prepping for a competitive swim so I was ripped as fuck and had clipped my chest hair. I knew it as I had planned to spend a second weekend at the sauna being fucked by as many cocks as I could. Dropping my shirt to the floor, I saw his eyes widen as he looked at my torso. I grinned and kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks. Slowly I dropped my chinos until I stood before him in a pair of white 2xist briefs - my cock straining to escape. “What do you think?” I asked. He moaned and his hand dropped to his jock. “No!” I barked. His hand dropped to his side instantly. I walked over to him and stood directly in front of him. I could feel his breath and he could feel mine. I took the poppers and then dropped my hand and grabbed his cock through the fabric of his jock, and squeezed it roughly. He gasped in shock. He was packing a decent sized cock and balls. I leaned in and kissed him. “Ready to get fucked?” He nodded. I smiled. Fucked yeah. But I meant fucked up. I gave his cock and balls a final hard squeeze, took four deep hits from the poppers, slid my underwear down and then pushed him down into my crotch. Twelve hours since I’d last showered, and countless piss breaks later, I was one musky smelling cunt. On his knees, I pushed his face into my hairy crotch. He didn’t flinch and I heard him moan as he inhale my sweaty scent. I felt his tongue extend to taste my fragrant balls, licking the sweat from them greedily but waiting obediently before doing anything else. I regretted not wearing a cockring or a piercing at that precise moment but realising we had all night, I pulled his head back and, as he automatically opened his mouth, gobbed into his mouth, before guiding it into my stiff cock. It was all the incentive he needed. Grabbing my arse, he focused solely on my cock and balls, only stopping when I jerked his head back to gob into his mouth. Fuck it felt good. Lost in the poppers, wetness of his mouth and sliding my hands over his hairy, increasingly sweaty back and down to the top of his butt I pulled his mouth off my cock and grinned. Tapping his mouth to keep it open, I looked into his eyes as I spurted a small amount of piss into his expectant mouth. Without flinching he swallowed. I smiled and slapped the side of his head as he smiled back. Holding the sides of his head I slid my cock back into his mouth and released my afternoon’s bladder into his greedy gut. I didn’t even need to put my hand on the back of his head as he pulled my cock into my mouth and expertly sucked my cock and milked it for every bit of piss like it was fresh water from a tap. When there was no more piss left he lapped my musky balls and lifted them up with one hand, his tongue searching out the crack behind. I knew what he wanted, so I turned round and placing one hand on the end of the sofa looked over the shoulder and spread my cheeks. My dirty Greek fucker didn’t need any instructing, diving deep into my hairy, sweaty crack. Gobbing and licking his way to my hole he whimpered as he gorged on my musty cunt and I took a few more deep huffs of poppers. After he had licked my arse clean of its sweat I took a final deep sniff before I hauled him to his feet and we snogged. And I mean deeply snogged - sharing the taste of me as our hands searched each other’s bodies and crevices, fingers slipping into mouths, and arses as we tasted each other. Then I took him by the hand and stopping only to pick up the cockring, dildo and bullet, I led him upstairs

I remember so clearly when I met him... how could I forget? I wanted the man the minute I saw his profile. It was my first year away at college, and at 18 I was everything I THOUGHT at the time a college guy should be.... pretty frat jock boy, lacrosse player, 150 lbs of shredded lean muscle, dark hair and blue eyed boy. Everything a sorority girl falls for.... except I liked guys. I drooled over the other guys at the frat house when I saw them in their skivvies or nude in the locker room. But, except for a few drunken blow jobs, I'd not let myself do much. I guess I just didn't want to mentally cross that line. If I did, then I was allowing myself to be what I thought was a fag. But, at night when my house-mate was gone and the frat house was quiet, I'd sneak on line and check out the local guys and j/o. Then, one night, I saw his profile. He was much older then I was, at 44 years to my 18. But man, he had a body that could rival most of my frat brothers. The profile said he was 6 ft. He had short cropped, very clean cut salt and pepper hair on his head and his chest. He was definitely built, you could tell he logged hours at the gym. His legs looked like tree trunks and his ass like a rock. And his cock....god he had the most powerful, awesome looking cock. His profile read "Hot top Dad, looking for a boy willing to give it ALL up for him". Wow. Talk about a turn on... "give it all up".... for a stud like that, I'd try getting fucked. What did I know at the time. I replied to his profile and didn't hear anything back for two days. I'd thought he wasn't interested when I got an email back asking me for some pics and if I knew my status. I sent the pics, along with the reply that I was neg, which I was. He replied that he was also and, after a few more emails, we arranged to get together. From the minute I walking in his door, we had to have each other. The second we laid eyes on each other, we were both already getting hard. He stepped up to me, put one hand behind my head and one behind my back and kissed me hard. I'd never been kissed by a man, and I kissed him back with everything in me. Within five minutes, he was leading me upstairs and stripping my jeans and tee off. He was the most aggressive man I'd ever been with, and before long I was naked, on my back with my legs spread. He kneeled between my legs and stared down at me, then slowly began to strip. His body was even better then his pictures showed, and I was taken from that moment on. Shortly, he was on top of me again. He kissed with such animal lust, his hands all over my body. He kissed down my body until his face was over my hard, 7" cock. He looked at me with a grin, then swallowed my cock whole. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever felt and before long, my balls started to pull up hard. He stopped, and came back up to my face and kissed me hard. "You don't cum unless I tell you too. Understood?" "Yeah", I replied. "Yes Daddy", he said. "What?" "From now on, you can call me Daddy. It turns me on. OK?" "Yes..... Daddy" I said. "Good boy". He rolled me over onto my stomach and moved around in front of my face. Sitting back on his heels, he waved his fat, 9' cock in my face and instructed me to take him. I'd never had a cock that big before, but Daddy began to teach me how to service him. He talked me through sucking him, telling me I was a good boy, how good a cock sucker I was, how he was going to make me into 'his boy forever'. I'd never had a man talk to me that way before, and it turned me on tremendously. Before long, Daddy's balls started to pull up, and I knew he was about to cum. I started to pull off his cock, and he grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face to his. "Never, ever stop until I tell you to, boy. Understood? I was so close to coming." He growled. "I've never had a guy cum in my mouth before though", I said. "Boy, I'll teach you how to take Daddy's load. But, you NEVER stop unless I tell you. Understood?" The idea of having a man cum in my mouth both frightened and excited me, especially from a man so beautiful. He pushed my head back down on his cock and kept slowly pumping into my mouth. Then, without warning, he grabbed my head again and lifted it up, and shoved a small bottle hard under my nose, forcing me to inhale. He held it there for several seconds, until I had taken several hits, then pushed my mouth back down on his cock and started smoothly pumping into my mouth again. After a few seconds, a wave hit me and I was more aroused then I'd ever been in my life. I began to really work Daddy's cock, and before long, I heard him start to growl. He wrapped his hands around my head, and I felt his cock stiffen before burst after burst of his cum gushed into my mouth. I was engulfed in a wave of ecstasy and began swallowing each burst as it erupted into my mouth like a hungry puppy. I'd never heard a man shout so much as he came, and his animal intensity just turned me on more and made me work that much harder to swallow him. Afterwards, Daddy cuddled me in his arms and told me what a good boy I was. Hearing that was odd, but it turned me on. He asked if I had ever been fucked before and I said I hadn't. He told me he would get me to the point that he would train me to want to give it up for him and I instantly got hard again. The thought of this beautiful stud teaching me how to want to be fucked by him. Or so I thought. And that's how it was for the next three months. Each time, Daddy would get me close, then retract. I was never allowed to cum, or even touch myself. He trained me to know how to stay on his cock, and take each load with gratitude. Each time, Daddy would start to play with my ass more and more, getting me excited and pushing my butt in the air. He'd rub my cheeks, then eventually he got to sliding a finger in me, which grew to two and then three. Once night when Daddy had me on all fours, he began to eat my ass, making me moan and squirm like a whore. Daddy asked me "Are you ready to have that ass fucked, to give it up for me?" and all I could think was, OH YES, I am so ready to let you fuck me. It's about time. But all I said was "Yes Daddy. I'm ready". But he didn't. Then next day I got an email from Daddy. It read "It's time boy. Time to give it all up for me. Be at my place at 10, go upstairs, strip and get on all fours on the bed in the dark and wait." I was hard the rest of the day. At 10, I arrived at Daddy's. The door was unlocked, so I went in and up to his bedroom. He said to keep it dark, so I stripped off and felt my way to the bed. I climbed on and got on all fours like I had been told and waited. I didn't have to wait long. In the dark, Daddy had been waiting in the corner. He stepped up in front of me, and cupped my chin. He lifted it to his face and kissed me hard and deep. I was instantly hard. As his hands caressed my body, he leaned in to my ear and started to talk. "You've been a very good boy these past weeks boy. Daddy's so proud of you. By doing what I said to night, you're showing me that you are truly ready to give it all up to me. Am I right?" "Oh yes Daddy... I am so ready". All I could think about was, He's going to fuck me! "Good boy", he whispered in my ear. "Spread you knees and arch your back. Put you boy pussy in the air for me". I did as I was told. Daddy continued holding my face, looking into his eyes. "You're such a good boy, such a willing boy. Tonight, you're going to become mine fully boy. I've arranged something very special for you, something that will change you and make you my property, boy" Oh my god this man can turn me on! Change me? Make me his property? God this man can talk hot. "Are you ready boy? No turning back now?". I looked into this beautiful mans face, and said yes. He leaned in and began kissing me, harder and more passionately then ever before. As he did, I suddenly felt two hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks, and a tongue pressing into me. I panicked at the unknown intrusion, but Daddy gripped my head against his chest and held me tight. "Relax boy. You deserve this, this is special. This is exactly what Daddy wants. You want to please me, don't you? You want to be mine?" I replied I did and the tongue in my ass buried deeper. My cock was hard as a rock against my belly and it had been SO long since I'd be allowed to cum. Daddy shoved the bottle under my nose and in seconds, I was pushing my hard, hairless ass back against that face. Daddy let go of me and my head and shoulders sunk to the bed, with my knees spread and my ass in the air. Daddy stepped back against the wall and turned the light up a bit. I glanced back behind me and the man who was standing on the other side of the bed, bent over and eating my ass. He was about 6'2", solid muscle. He was a God, even more beautiful then my Daddy. But, what got my attention was the 10" of hard cock he was stroking. Surely Daddy was kidding, I'd never been fucked before and he was expecting me to take that cock? He was perfect in every way, with one hot tattoo on his left hip. I'd seen that kinda emblem before, in the Biology labs at school, and I knew what it meant, but I couldn't figure out why he'd have that on him. After eating my ass until I was practically moaning, Daddy suddenly said "It's time". Behind me, the god that had been eating my ass climbed on the bed and started to mount me, positioning his monster cock at my ass. Daddy swiftly stepped forward and grabbed both of my arms and pinned them behind my back. I was pinned, shoulders to the bed, ass in the air and knees spread wide. I struggled and pleaded for Daddy to tell me what was going on, but he just held me and said "Go for it, it's time. Take him." Suddenly, I felt the sharpest pain in my ass as the guy behind me shoved his hard cock in me. I screamed and he pushed into me, and in about three pushes was buried in me. Daddy grabbed both of my arms in one hand, and with the other shoved the bottle under my nose again. This time, he just held it there. The cock in me withdrew just slightly, then pushed in again. And the bottle stayed. Pretty soon my ass loosened up, but Daddy had another surprise for me. He grabbed some rope from the end of the bed and began to tie my wrists together behind my back. I was now helpless. Through it all, the rhythmic pumping of my ass never stopped. The only sounds from behind me was the muscle god groaning as he fucked me, the slapping of his balls against my prone ass, and the only three words he'd say all night: "He bleeding bad". "Keep fucking him", Daddy said as he kneeled before me. He shoved the bottle under my nose for several more seconds until I moaned and relaxed some more. The cock in me was feeling good now, and I was beginning to get hard again. Daddy kissed me as the waves from the bottle hit me. Then he cupped my chin and lifted my face to his. "You're such a beautiful little boy", he said. "That cock in you is so beautiful. And it looks like you're learning to enjoy it." I moaned and the cock picked up speed. "The man fucking you is positive, boy. I knew from the first time I had you that this day would come. I've paid him a lot of money to breed you." I moaned and began to struggle. The hands gripping my hips just gripped tighter. "You can't get away boy. Tonight, you give it all up for me. This man will fuck you several times tonight, and when he's done, you'll be full of his cum." The bottle again, and against my will, I moaned when the waves hit. "After tonight, you will be my poz whore, my property. You will work to pay back what I spent tonight to convert you boy, and I will whore you out to get the money back." The cock inside me picked up speed. "After tonight, you will be damaged goods. I will never fuck you, but you will belong to me. Your ass will be mine to rent out to whom I choose, when I choose. You will be used until you're no longer useful or profitable to me, and then I will get rid of you.". The bottle again, and all I could do was moan and sob. The cock in me was fucking me furiously now. Daddy stood up and stepped back up against the way, folded his arms and watched. The stud began panting hard as he fucked me, and every now and again, he'd begin to moan "oh god". Daddy stepped forward and began commanding him, shout at him to "Fuck my boy" and "Charge his ass, go on. Do what you've been paid to do." The stud started fucking me like a dog, almost climbing on top of me to pile drive his hard meat into my fucked out boy hole. He was precumming hard, and I could feel his wetness running down my balls. I was practically screaming for him to stop. But the more I screamed and begged, the hard Daddy would command him to "knock the boy up' while pushing the bottled under my nose. The stud behind me began to moan that he couldn't hold back much longer. Daddy kneeled in front of me again and pushed the bottle one last time under my nose and commanded me to take the biggest hit I could and hold it. I did and a few seconds later my ass totally gave in. Daddy kneeled in front of me again, and cupped my chin in his hand. He looked behind me and said "He's ready. Charge him". He looked back into my wet eyes and said, "You're mine now, boy". The stud behind me started to yell, louder then Daddy ever did. "Fuck!" he cried and slammed into me harder then he had so far "Fuck yeah! Take my load boy! Take my charged fucking cum up that ass! FUCK YEAH!!! I'm fucking up that ass right now, kid." Daddy stood up and watched the stud unloaded in me. As the stud kept pumping his seed into me, Daddy pulled out his cock. Instinctively, and since the poppers were still working, I took it in my mouth. Just a few short pumps, and Daddy unloaded the biggest load of seed into me he's ever cum. I swallowed every drop. The stud behind me kept working his load into me for another ten minutes before his softened cock slipped out of me. Daddy untied the ropes around my wrist, but he then took my arms and pulled them down between my knees, and then tied them together with my ankles. I was left that way, ass up and tied for about two hours, after which the scene happened again. It happened four times that night. The next morning I woke up. Daddy was gone, I was untied and there was a note. It read: "You're a good boy. You gave it all up for Daddy. You were made to be his boy. I know you're mad now, but call me when things change". Change? What could change? I left angry, and didn't tell anyone about what happened? Who could I tell? Two weeks later, I felt achy. The next day, I felt downright sick, throwing up, muscle spasms, everything. I called Daddy for lack of anyone else to call. He told me to come right over so he could take care of me. I went over, and immediately upon arrival, he took me to his bed. I was so weak, all I could do was lay there as he stripped me. An hour later, the top stud that fucked me arrived. I looked up at him and heard Daddy say, "this is it. One last time to make sure". The god jumped on the bed, rolled me over and pulled me up on my knees. Un-mercilessly he shoved his cock back into me and fucked me while Daddy again belted out his commands. The stud seemed to enjoy my weakness and kept mumbling that I was "fucked now" and "turned into a whore". He came one last time in me, more then any of the first times. When he was done, he climbed off the bed and stood in front of Daddy. "I think you can be sure it's done. Just like what you wanted. Cash on delivery, right?" Daddy smiled and looked down at me. "Yes, you did what you were hired for. Here's your cash, count it if you want. It's all there, all $7000. You earned it." "Not hard to do", the stud replied. "You got a really pretty one this time. Much prettier then any of the others". And that's how it's been since. Two months later I dropped out of school. Daddy put me in a room in the basement. He's been whoring me ever since... he likes to advertise me as "prime boy meat for poz cocks" with my picture on all kinds of web sites. He's sells me a $100 bucks a fuck, and there have been weekends where he's made 2 grand off me. Each time, I'm tied while Daddy watches and smiles, and tells me what a good boy I am.

Standing at the bar I surveyed the offerings of the evening, which were pretty slim for a Friday night. Mostly old guys, not the younger twinks I was looking for. There were a couple I had already done that were desperate for a repeat, and why wouldn't they? I was a God. And I knew it. My name is Josh. I'm a prime piece of 18 (though my fake ID says otherwise) year old all American, blond haired, blue eyed fuck machine. 6'2" of smooth, tan, jock muscle with broad shoulders, hard pecs, narrow waist, washboard stomach, strong thighs, big calves, an amazing rock hard bubble butt, and the fattest 10 1/2" cock anyone would be more than grateful to worship. God damn I'm perfect. But like I said, I like those young leather twinks. Guys I can really lord my awesomeness over while I abuse and dominate them, making them beg for the mere privilege of being in my presence, and thank me while my horse cock rapes their hole like never before. However, I don't like repeats, even though they were desperate for me to take them again. Hell, everyone was desperate for me. Those old leather queens could barely keep their tongues in their mouths as they eyed my splendor, wishing I would give them the time of day. But they can look all they want, they ain't gettin! I took a fresh drink from the bartender and leaned my back against the bar, resting my elbows on the bar, sticking my chest out behind my open leather vest so they could get a good view of this perfect torso they'd never get to touch. One of the guys came up to the bar right next to me to get a drink. He was probably in his 50's, about my height. He wore a leather harness over his very hairy barrel chest. As he waited for his drink he leaned his bearded face into my ear and asked how things were going this evening. I turned my head away as I mumbled a response so he would know I wasn't interested. He just got his drink and went back to where he had been and stared at me. I just drank my drink and ordered another one. As I started my next drink, I started to feel strange, kind of light headed and dizzy. The feeling got stronger, so I figured I needed some fresh air and headed for the door. As I stumbled into the alley, I noticed the guy in the harness had followed me out. He came up to me and wrapped his arms around my chest just as everything went black. I started to come too with no idea where I was. As my foggy head started to clear the first thing I noticed was a rubber mask covering my head. It had plastic eye holes to see out and some kind of tube for breathing. I started to panic and scream and thrash around. That's when I realized I was constrained. It didn't take me long to realize I was in a sling. My arms and legs had been securely tied down so the only movement I could make was a little bit in my torso and my head as I thrashed and screamed. "Looks like my new toy is finally awake." I heard a voice say. "Now the fun can begin." I stared in horror as someone came up to my head. I could see he was holding some kind of glass pipe that he proceeded to light and inhale. The next thing I knew, my mask entirely filled with a thick, white smoke. I had no choice but to inhale it. I coughed a bit as it hit my lungs, but more and more kept comming. Quickly I felt waves ripple through my body as my heart sped up and my brain started to race. Next I noticed someone with a long, thin syringe that had no needle on it. It was filled with some kind of liquid. He proceeded to start to insert it into my ass and I started to panic again. I was a fucking top! I had never had anything in my ass before! But my feeble protests were to no avail. In it went and very soon I started to feel a kind of burning in my ass. Quickly the burning turned to desire. Fuck, my ass was wanting cock. What the hell was happening to me? I didn't have long to ponder my fate as I soon felt something hard pressing against my butthole. My cries of no did no good as I felt a hard cock slide into my virgin hole, spreading my asslips apart, ripping me open. I howeled as my rapist buried himself to the hilt and I felt his pubes grind against my flaming hole. I could hear the room erupt in cheers as this conquest was made. Dear God! How many men were here witnessing my downfall? I could hear all kinds of cameras going off as I took my first cock ever. Again I didn't have long to ponder before the man grabbed my legs and started pounding my ass as hard as he could. I just yelled and cried as I was brutally fucked by what had to be a big cock. He would pull it all the way out before slamming it back in to the hilt. I could feel it deep inside me, plundering past my prostate, opening me deep inside. Much to my shock, after about 5 minutes it started to feel different. It started to feel good. Instead of screaming I started grunting in pleasure. "Oh.......oh.......Oh........Oh." I grunted each time he buried it deep in me. After what seemed like half an hour of steady pounding the mask was removed from my head and someone held my up so I could see my rapist. It was the guy from the bar pounding me with a cock at least the same size as mine. "Look at me boy!" he ordered as he continued to ride me. "I want to see my new slaves face as I breed him for the first time!" With that, he buried himself as deep as he could and pumped me full of his hot cum. I could feel his cock pulse deep in my guts as I got my first breeding ever. When he finished, he pulled out and moved to my head. I could see his cock covered in cum, blood, and some shit. Without a word he just rammed it into my panting mouth and forced me to clean everything off of it. Then again, without a word he started to piss in my mouth. I was shocked and choked and gagged as he emptied himself straight down my throat, but I had no choice but to swallow or drown. He didn't pull out till he was empty. Leaning down into my ear he whispered,"Welcome to your new life, jockboy. You will be the nastiest slut in this city before I'm done with you." My cock hardened at his words.......

I was working for one of those urban life magazines when my editor gave me an assignment that changed my life in so many ways. He wanted an article on the "new phenomenon" of bug chasing. Specifically, he wanted to tell our shrinking number of readers what would cause people do actively seek HIV infection. Even I knew that this was nothing new and had been going on for years. I could have asked why he didn't choose one of the gay guys on staff to write it, but I also knew the magazine was in financial trouble. Saving my job was a priority. So, I took the assignment without protest. My girlfriend was out of town on an extended work assignment eliminating the need to explain what I was going to be doing. So, I Googled bug chasing, found some background information and web sites which eventually led me to a club downtown called Positively Fourth Street. I assumed it was named for the old Bob Dylan song, but this place had nothing to do with Dylan. I began hanging out there trying to interview self described bug chasers. I spent the next few weeks chasing them, trying to get their stories. Frankly, most guys wouldn't talk to me, and the handful of guys who would didn't have anything to say that I hadn't read online. Plus I was wading through an incredible amount of bullshit from guys who only wanted to talk about being pozed and were no action. I had hoped to find someone who had gone through or was going through this experience who would tell me why and shed some insight on their hopes and fears. My plan was to feature one or two guys and tell their stories. However, I just couldn't find that connection. Then one night, I was sitting at the bar when this guy walked in. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was incredibly handsome. His tight jeans and t-shirt showed off his rippling muscles. Frankly, he looked like a Greek God. To my surprise, he sat down next to me. I considered myself straight, but that kind of went out the window. Introducing ourselves, I learned his name was Eric. Desperate for a story to write, I blurted out my mission. Eric listened attentively and then told me he was not a chaser, but rather the opposite: he was an HIV positive top. He continued, telling me a lot of things including erotic tales of his experiences that set my heart pounding, and not out of discomfort, but rather out of a desire to be share his experiences in some (perhaps) surreptitious manner. I did not want to see myself having sex with him, but, on the other hand, I had no doubt he was, in some degree, coming on to me. His HIV status, of course, gave me additional pause, but I knew the virus could not be transmitted through voyeurism. As Eric continued, his stories took on a somewhat dark hue (perhaps enhanced by the alcohol we were downing) and he intimated he was could infect anyone, anytime through a combination of technique and what he called his "massive viral load". As he talked, he drummed his fingertips on the bar. I immediately noted that he had filed them down to sharp points. He told me they "helped prime a bottom's plumbing", which meant nothing to me at the time. He told me he was "pozzing" a guy the next night at his apartment, and he invited me to watch, saying he was sure I would learn a great deal for my article. He told me the guy would be willing and able to provide information on the whole experience. My cock was tumescent at the thought of seeing watching Eric have sex, and my sense of caution went out the window. Some chances only come once in a lifetime, or so I temporized. It probably didn't hurt Eric's hand chanced brushed my crotch, and that when he stood up to leave, he was jostled by a guy climbing onto his bar stool, and Eric's crotch chanced to press against my thigh. In retrospect I think he might have been semi-erect - or was it wishful thinking on my part? In short, I accepted his offer and jotted down his address. The next day, at 8:00 P.M., heart pounding, I found myself ringing is doorbell. Eric answered the door buck fucking naked. I was totally caught off guard by this and had a hard time regaining my composure. I was absolutely overwhelmed by his physical presence. Although I struggled to keep my eyes off his cock, it was a loosing battle. He was built like the proverbial shit house: a thick bush, low hanging, veiny balls, a long, thick, uncut cock that never hung quite down, as did cocks in my (admittedly limited) experience, but it sort-of arched out from his body. Man, I thought, this is unfucking real. My cock started to throb in my jeans. Explaining he had just gotten out of the shower, he bade me to make myself comfortable while he completed preparing for the 'fuck-fest', to use his words. He disappeared back into another room. I sat down in front of a TV showing an all male porn film in which a series of incredibly muscular guys had very physical sex. I was surprised by how erotic I found this. My dick did not return to its normal, flaccid state. Within a few minutes Eric came out in a short robe and sat next to me to watch the video. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his cock push out of his robe as it grew to 10, thick inches. I spent the next half hour with one eye on the TV and the other on Eric's dick. What had I gotten myself into? Eric and I had a couple of drinks while we waited. Finally he said that it looked like his friend wasn't going to show. He told me that he was really horny (no kidding). He asked me, no, he told me to suck his cock. I started to say I was straight, but he put his hand on the back of my head. I can't say he forced my head down because I offered no resistance. A few seconds later I was sucking and licking his cock. I couldn't seem to stop myself. The smell, taste, texture and intimacy of the experience was wild beyond anything I had before experienced. After a few minutes he told me we were going in the bedroom. I just let him lead me in there. I don't remember undressing, but I ended up naked, on my back, on his bed. Facing my crotch, he straddled my face. I eagerly continued my work on his magnificent cock, balls and even found myself sliding my tongue in his ass crack. He was clearly enjoying the attention: not only did his cock not loose any rigidity, but drops of pre-cum were sporadically oozing out of his cock head. His pre-cum was fascinating: slick, salty and sweet at the same time. He started touching me all over and then leaning forward, began loading my asshole with lube, using hard, sharp, sometimes painful thrusts. I could literally feel myself being opened up. I knew what he intended, and so said 'no' to each of his several entreaties "hey, man, I've gotta slip my cock in your hole," but persistence and lust won out over logic, and, when he assured me he'd pull out if I asked him to, I acquiesced. To be sure, however, I told him there was no way i was going to let him shoot his load in me. He just kind of smiled as he positioned me on all 4s. He pushed some more lube inside my hole, and, generously lubing his cock, coaxed his way inside. It hurt like hell at first - pain the likes of which I had (not surprisingly), never before experienced. But after a few minutes of superficial penetration, my ass opened-up, and I guess my ass juices began flowing. Pain morphed into pleasure, and pleasure morphed into ecstasy as somewhere in there he began to hit my prostate. I found myself begging for more. The experience was like nothing I had ever experienced: was I going to piss myself or was I going to blow a load? I honestly didn't know, (and in some measure, didn't care), but I did know I now understood why so many guys loved anal sex. Eric mostly kept up a nice slow pace while he slid his rod in and out of my hole, alternately teasing my asslips and torturing my prostate when he slid all the way in. I tried to listen for any moans or changes in his breathing that would signal an orgasm, but I heard (or didn't want to hear) any tell-tale signs. His hands were all over me, a few times reaching around to pinch my tits really hard when he sped-up his pounding, but then letting-up as he slowed down. I didn't really want him to stop but was prepared to tell him "no mas" at the first sign he was going to cum in me. While all this was happening my mind was racing. I felt that I was experiencing all the terror, emotions, and pleasure that someone taking his first positive load could conceivably experience. I tried to make mental notes of everything I was experiencing, but I must admit my brain was quite befuddled by the overwhelming impact of the turn of events, and, of course, Eric's cock sliding in and out of me. After a really long time, perhaps twenty minutes or so, he said he had some things to tell me. He told me that he could stay hard and fuck for an hour or more. He said he could cum and not make a sound. Then he told me something I was really not ready to hear. He told me he had already cum in me twice. Then he said "here cums the third load." Before I could react, Eric's right hand moved to my shoulder and pushed me face down into the mattress. His left arm tightened around my hips. Then he rammed me hard a couple of times and moaned very loud. I felt his cock seem to vibrate and then felt the hot liquid fly into me. I guessed that having my nipples pinched had masked the first two loads. However, there was no mistaking what he had done this time. I was overwhelmed with terror. How could he do this to me? Eric collapsed on top of me, his semi-hard cock plugging my ass, keeping his cum in me. I asked him why he had pozzed me. He told me that my "friends at the bar" had hired him to do it. They told him that I wanted it. They said I'd make up some story about why I hung out in the bar, but that he should ignore it. I was surprised he would do this for money. He told me he was paid quite well. He called himself a 'poztitute'. He told me he had cut me up inside with his fingernails, and there was no doubt his bugs were already in my blood. He told me he liked me and said I could stay the night. I locked myself in the bathroom for a long time. I needed time to get my head around all that had happened. I tried to force his cum out of me somehow, but very little dripped out, and what did was mixed with my blood. When I finally came out of the bathroom, the apartment was dark, and he was snoring. I thought about it for a bit, and finally slipped into bed with him. He later fucked me two more times, cumming multiple times. Early that morning I dressed and went home. When my girlfriend got back to town, I broke up with her. I told her I met someone else. I hated hurting her, but I just couldn't take the chance of infecting her. What I subsequently learned was the fuck flu hit me about a month and a half after my night with Eric. My subsequent HIV blood test was positive. I wrote the article about my experience as though I had interviewed someone else. It was the best thing I ever wrote, but the magazine went out of business before it was published. I work for a public relations firm now. I haven't had sex since all this happened, but I think I'm ready to get out there. There are some big-talking, no-action guys at a certain bar for whom I have certain gifts. Paybacks are a bitch.

(aka From cautious to chaser) Drew started down the slippery slope when visiting a public toilet in a park. As he was relieving himself, another guy entered and instead of urinating started to wank his dick. The sight of this, turned Drew on and before he knew what was happening he was sucking thus guy off. As a result Drew started visiting this place regularly to suck and be sucked. After a few such encounters, people started either wanting to fuck him or be fucked by him. Drew would have none of that! This changed, however, when Drew came to the park, bringing with him a men's magazine just purchased that included a special gift of a condom. After perusing the magazine, the sexual tension got too much and he proceeded to the toilets to wank off his cock. Whilst he was in the cubicle another man entered the toilets and started wanking himself off at the urinals. Drew spotted him and joined him. But after some sexy playing with each other, the man said how much he like to be fucked. Drew thought that he did after all have a condom on him and agreed to do so. The next stage down the slippery slope and he wrapped his cock with the condom and started fucking this stranger. The excitement was too much and before long he'd shot his load. Thereafter Drew would bring a packet of condoms with him to satisfy the needs of several demanding men in the park's toilet block. Sometimes, some of the guys he met would try to Drew. Even with a condom, there was no way Drew would risk this and would always refuse. This changed when a newbie in his late teens who was still a virgin, eagerly desired to fuck Drew. Knowing his status, having played with him a few times, Drew acquiesced to allow the youth to take his anal virginity. It was very difficult for the youth to shove his erection up Drew's virgin hole and when he finally managed it, the pain was so unbearable that Drew had to get him to pull out almost immediately. Although, the experience had been initially unpleasant , it did lead Drew further down the slippery slope, now Drew became willing to be fucked with a condom. Drew started frequenting a popular cruising site. There he was often in demand to fuck or be fucked. Drew remained cautious and always fucked with a condom, despite offers to do without. One interesting feature at this site, on hot sunny days many frequenters would walk around the site absolutely naked. Sometimes Drew also went naked. It was this that eventually led Drew further down the slippery hole. As Drew was walking naked along one of the quieter side paths of the site, he espied a good-looking naked young man in his early twenties. This man was obviously interested in Drew and headed further into the bushes and found a secluded clearing. When he got there the young man went onto his knees offering his arse to be fucked. Only condoms were not on offer. Drew was torn between fucking him sheathless and walking away. But the temptation got too much for him and before he knew it, he had gone further down the slippery hole! Drew squirted lube on his now erect penis and entered the man bare. He thrust in and out with his bare cock until the excitement of the situation became too much for Drew and he shot his load inside the man. Not only was the young man very appreciative,but asked Drew to felch his cum around inside him. Yet another new experience for Drew. After that Drew went on to fuck other men bare, but was always careful not to let anyone fuck him bare. Once again Drew started further down the slippery slope, as he was fucking another guy bare in a coppice within the cruising site, when another guy came along to see what was happening. Drew, being an exhibitionist at heart, welcomed the attention and was happy for onlookers to admire him pistoning in and out of this man. The watcher wanked himself off to the sight, but much to Drew's surprise, he suddenly felt the man shove his cock up Drew's arse. The man must have presumed Drew was happy to be fucked bare if he was fucking another guy bare. Drew so enjoyed the experience of this bare cock up him that he let the man fuck him for a while, before ensuring he stopped short of cumming inside him. There was no way, Drew was going to let that happen to him. After that from time to time, Drew allowed people to fuck him bare but with always the proviso that they weren't to cum inside him! There's was absolutely no way that Drew would go down the slippery slope any further, was there? He popped into a local toilets that was used for cottaging. Several men were wanking themselves in the urinals. Drew went into one of the cubicles and also started getting himself erect, when one of the others in the bloc joined him within the cubicle. Drew sucked the man off and when he was fully erect, he was very keen to fuck Drew bare within the cubicle. It didn't take much to persuade Drew to turn around and bend over within the confined space to accommodate this man's bare dick inside him. He forcefully fucked Drew. There came a point when Drew felt the time had come for this man to withdraw to avoid spilling his semen inside him, so Drew tried to pull away but was rather stuck within the small confines of the cubicle. The man continued his onslaught. On no less than four occasions Drew tried to pull out but to no avail! Then the man pulled out, but Drew then noticed to his horror that the man's cock was coated with fresh jizz. He had come inside Drew bare! Drew didn't immediately become a cumdump far from it. Although he continued to fuck people bare, he still refrained from being fucked bare. Often he still used condoms. But he continued down the slippery slope when he was sucking a guy off in the darkroom. The angle Drew was at was perfect for people to come up behind him and stick their cocks right up his bare arse, which is what one guy proceeded to do. Drew was surprised by this man's no-asked bare entry, but he enjoyed the feeling so let him continue, whilst he continued to suck on cock. The man's ploughing of Drew's arse kept apace with Drew's sucking of the other's cock until in synchrony they both blew their load. Drew enjoyed his first experience of simultaneously receiving two loads, one oral, one anal. This just pushed him further down the slippery hole! Drew started to take bare cock, throwing caution to the wind, except he still did not knowingly accept poz cocks. Drew was now kidding himself as he happily accepted any cocks without asking. He particularly enjoyed one occasion when in the darkroom, he was taken by four different men, all who spunked deeply into his hole, so that their sperm started oozing out of his arse. Drew craved and got more of this action. He continued down the slippery hole! Encouraged by barebacking sites that insisted it was safe to be barebacked by those who were poz but on medication, he took his next step down the slippery hole by contacting someone, who described himself as poz on meds. He arranged to meet him for an anonymous fuck. Drew arranged to let himself into the man's house and find him inside with his arse lubed and ready to be taken. Drew entered gingerly and found the man lying on his bed naked and ready for action. Drew spent little time with preliminaries, dropping his pants, stroking his cock erect and then plunging it into his first acknowledged poz bottom. Down the slippery slope Drew went as he shoved his cock down the man's slippery hole! Drew was really turned on by what he was doing and thrust in and out quickly. Just as quickly he came to a climax, splattering the inside of the poz bottom with his negative spunk. Drew left without further ado, but determined to find another poz on meds arse to fuck. There was, of course, no way he was going to let a poz fuck his arse! Drew next went to visit another contact, who was also poz on meds, and attended his local sauna. He met up with him and they went into a private cubicle, where they spent time sucking one another off before Drew got himself ready and placed his cock against the bum crack of another poz arse. He pushed in firmly added by the lubrication of saliva and found a welcoming hole within. Drew enjoyed fucking yet another bare poz arse. It turned him on, but he felt reassured that he didn't think it was too risky. The excitement led him to ejaculate inside quite quickly. But the session wasn't over as his contact wanted to be sucked off by Drew. As he sucked him off so the wonderful cock grew in his mouth and Drew realised he wanted this cock up his arse. Knowing his status, but that he was on meds, made Drew feel okay about doing so and yet once again it pushed Drew further down the slippery slope as this magnificent specimen was pushed bare up Drew's arse. Drew was surprised how much he was turned on by the experience of receiving a bare poz cock up his arse and longed for his poz, albeit it undetectable, seed would flood his insides. It wasn't long before his desire was realised and the cock pulsed as great wads of poz sperm shot up his hole. Drew wanted more, did this include going that final slide down the slippery slope and accepting an unmedicated poz cock? Things progressed faster than Drew could have imagined, he was contacted on a barebacking site by someone very close in his vicinity, but who was described as poz not on meds. Drew replied that he was willing to meet up, but who only be prepared to fuck him and not be fucked by him, rationalising this might be safer. The following evening he popped round to the man's house. They soon got down to business and the guy was happy to accept Drew's full grown cock up his arse. Drew picked up a good rhythm and was completely turned on by the experience of fucking his first fully poz arse. So he descended even further down the slippery slope, no longer cautious in his actions, Drew had effectively become a chaser. Drew blasted his load inside the man and presumed this was the end of the proceedings, but the guy had other plans. He persuaded Drew to accept his cock up inside him, agreeing that he would withdraw if requested. Drew felt really turned on, but scared as he accepted the man's poz cock up his arse. The man ploughed Drew's arse really well and Drew was enjoying the feeling of bare cock inside him. Drew was now descending to the bottom of the slippery pole as the man's pole slid up his slippery arse. This carried on for quite some time before Drew called a halt to the proceedings fearing the danger of him accidentally shooting his toxic load inside him. Drew got the shock of his life as the man withdrew his now wilting cock from Drew's hole for it was covered in spunk. He insisted that he would have withdrawn at any time if Drew had asked him, but considering he had not, he happily shot his very toxic poz cum inside Drew.! Drew had now slipped to the very bottom of the slippery pole!

For most of the drive Peter was on his phone, which was not unusual just odd since we were heading to Palm Springs for a vacation. It was my first time visiting, but Peter had been so many times before we got together he'd lost count. He told me about all the gay clothing optional resorts, which he had visited, but I was a little shy and just wanted to stay at a nice hotel. When we arrived and I found our hotel, I was taken back. It looked like a hotel that you would rent by the hour. “Peter, are you sure this is the right hotel? The only word for this place is 'sleazy'. “Yeah, it was the only one I could find in our price range,” he replied. We checked in and went to our room, and damn, sure enough the place was a dump. Peter told me to clean up, he was going to go get some alcohol so we could play. “Did you pack the condoms?” I asked. “Yeah” he answered as he walked out the door. We had to play safe with each other as I was negative and Peter was poz. He was poz when I met him and we still got together although my friends warned me it wouldn't work. I went about my business of preparing for our fun. After an hour I started to worry a bit. I know he knows Palm Springs, but did he get lost. Still I kept to my tasks, and sure enough, an hour or so later, Peter opened the door. “Hey I got a surprise for you.” “Yeah? Was I a good boy?” I asked. “Yes, you were,” he laughed. “Oh boy....” We always enjoyed playful banter, even if sometimes a little on the goofy side. “No just relax and go with it,” Peter continued. “What did you do?" “I got an escort for some fun,” he answered. “I wanna watch him fuck you.” “I don't know....” “He's got a big cock.” Well, that was an easy decision. “Okay, but he has to wear a condom.” “He only fucks safe babe, relax” Peter said, “plus we don't have to worry about what people will say, which you always worry about. We aren't at home so no one knows us here.” I nodded in agreement. Peter smiled in satisfaction as he opened the door to admit a big muscle man. He stud was stunningly hot, and immediately stripped, advertising his wares, pulled his tank over his head, giving a glimpse of his deep pits and massive chest and arms. Seeing both Peter and I were appreciative of his build, he flexed and posed for us. “You like?” he asked, directing his question specifically at me. I nodded yes. “Wanna see more handsome man?” he asked. “Yes” I said with my mouth suddenly going dry. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband of his gym shorts. The front was already poking forward from his hard cock inside. “You wanna pull them off me?” he asked. “Go on, do it” Peter said as he stripped off his clothes. I got up and went to escort, who took me in his arms and kissed me, our tongues dancing in each other's mouth. I could feel my cock swelling up inside my towel. He pulled off my lips and put his big hands on my shoulders, gently pushing down, urging “On your knees." I slowly dropped to my knees, taking his chest and abs in as I went down. This man was a living god. Once on my knees, he pushed his crotch against my face. I grabbed his shorts and pulled. I watch his hard cock bend downwards and the pop out as the waistband released it. It bounced up and hit his abs then down again. He thrust it forward and I opened my mouth. His cock slid in almost the whole way. My eyes were looking forward and I could see a tattoo hiding inside the trimmed hair on his crotch. I kept my eyes on that, trying to make it out as his cock went in and out of my mouth. It tasted so good, he was already leaking pre-cum, which was sweet tasting. He bent down and started to play with my hole, his finger circling my hole, teasing it. Taking his finger in his mouth, he loudly sucked in it, making it wet, and then slid it back down by my hole, circling it again. I moaned against his cock. “It's a sweet hole, just like you said,” the escort commented to Peter. “Just wait until you feel it around you cock,” Peter replied. I just continued to suck on the escort's cock, moaning my approval to what was happening. Moving behind me, Peter lifted me to my feet, and as he did so, of course the escort’s cock popped out of my mouth. “Time for the main event baby,” Peter advised me, and then, turning to the escort asked “You have the condoms?” The escort grabbed his shorts and pulled a few out of his pocket, answering “Always have 'em.” Peter moved me to the bed, he helped me get on the bed and put me on my hands and knees, but got in front of me and pushed me down until my chest was on the bed and my ass in the air, instructing me "Now, just stay like that," as he moved quickly around to my ass, separated my ass cheeks, and, now on his knees, slid his tongue up and down my crack. His tongue almost immediately found my hole and started to work its way in and out. The escort moved in front of me, he opened the condom. He placed it on the tip of his cock head and rolled it back, and then moved back to my ass as he slowly jacked his cock. I could hear the condom crinkle as he moved his hand over it. “His ass is ready,” Peter said, “do your damage.” I felt a dollop of spit hitting my ass, which made me jump a little. I reached back and moved my hand along the cock of the escort. The condom was still there. “Relax baby, just enjoy the ride.” The escort's cock pressed against my hole. I pushed out a little and it slowly moved inside my hole. The head popped inside and the escort moaned. “Want more?” the escort asked me. "Oh, hell yeah," I groaned, as he pumped his cock head in and out of my hole. His hand sought out his cock and the condom, and, finding it satisfactory, he remarked "Just making sure the condom is in place.” Happy that he was keeping his word of only fucking safe, that I started to push back onto his cock as he pushed in. My hole opened up around his hard covered shaft. “Baby, it looks so hot seeing another man's cock in your hot hole,” Peter said from behind me. “Feels good too, babe," I answered. The escort pulled out, I heard the condom crinkle again. He placed his cock against my hole again and pushed all the way in. I jumped a little. I wasn't used to his cock yet. Sensing that I needed a moment he pulled out again. I heard more crinkling of the condom. “Tell me when you are ready” the escort said. “Put it back in, slowly,” I replied, adding “Is the condom intact?” “Yes it is” the escort answered. “Stop worrying baby and enjoy” Peter urged. I felt the cock head press against my hole, then slowly slide in. This time I moaned loudl. The shaft slowly moved against my hole as he pushed in, until his crotch hair and that hidden tattoo were pressed against my ass. “Gonna hold it all the way in, give you time to get used to it,” the escort said. I moaned my response. I relaxed more and started to pull off his cock only to push back when I felt his cock head pulling my hole outwards. He grabbed my hips and took control. He started to fuck my hole, gently at fist but building up this thrusts and speed. He stated to push me down, until I fell to the mattress laying flat. His cock popped out of my hole. I heard more crinkling off the condom and figured he was making sure that it was on fully. He drove his cock deep in my hole, in one long hard thrust. He dropped his body down on to me. He was heavy and I couldn't move he was that heavy. His mouth was right next to my ear and was breathing hot air deep inside. Peter moved to the floor in front of me, kneeling to be face to face. “I always fuck with a condom” the escort said, “a doctored condom, prepared so it breaks” he whispered into my ear. “Just relax baby, its for the best” Peter whispered. “My uncovered cock is leaking pre-cum into your hot hole” the escort whispered, “highly toxic poz pre-cum.” My eyes widened, I tried to move from under the muscle stud escort, but I was trapped. “I'm going to deposit my virus deep into your hole. That's what I was hired to do.” I started to fight again as my mind tried to figure this out. My own boyfriend hired an escort to infect me. My anger grew. “Don't fight it,” the escort whispered, adding "You want this." His hips were lifting higher and dropping down onto my ass, driving his cock in and out. His massive chest was pushing down on my back, pinning my torso down to the bed. My arms were pinned under my chest and the escort’s arms were wrapped around my neck, holding me tights, but not choking me. “Please don't! I don't want it,” I pleaded. “Of course you do,” the escort corrected, as he ordered “Peter, get back there and take that ripped up condom off the base of my cock.” Peter complied immediately as soon as the escort's cock slid out of my hole. Within seconds the head was stabbing at my hole. I tightened up, not wanting the unwrapped cock back in my hole. Peter came back around to face me. “Accept it, it will happen,” Peter said, “it can happen here and now or sometime before we leave Palm Springs. Other plans are in the works.” I was shocked, Peter planned this and more. Taking a deep breathe, I relaxed. The escort still pushed his cock head against my hole, but didn't push it in. “Ask for it” the escort ordered of me. “Please put your cock in me?” I asked me, almost crying with frustration. “No, ask me." “Please would you please fuck me?” “You're still not asking for it.” “Please give me your disease,” I asked the muscle bound escort. “Better, but not good enough.” “Please fuck your highly toxic virus loaded cum into my hole.” “That's what I wanted to hear." He pushed his cock deep into my hole, pressing his crotch hard into my ass. He pulled out and then rammed his cock into me. His nuts were meeting my ass before his body. Peter was jacking his cock in front of me, smiling. “I know you saw his tattoo,” Peter remarked to me. I didn't say a word, just blankly stared at him. “It's a scorpion, a mark of a poz man who infects others without their knowledge or even their consent” he said laughing. The escort continued to fuck my hole, breathing heavily in my ear, quietly saying "Tell me again.” “Fuck your poz cum into me,” I implored, adding a polite “please.” He slammed his cock into me. I could feel his cock jump and twitch into my hole. He load shot out and filled me up. “That's so fucking hot baby” Peter said, still jacking his cock. “Why don't you add your load to mine?” the escort asked Peter, who didn't answer, but rather simply stepped up next to the escort who was pulling out to get to his feet. As he did so, Peter slid his cock into my hole. Unlike every other time we had fucked, this time it was raw. “Stopped taking my meds two months ago, just for this reason, babe.” He began fucking my hole, pounding me hard as the escort stood in front of me watching. His cock was slowly getting soft and starting to hang down over his spent balls. “Poz him again,” the escort said, urging Peter on. I knew Peter was close, I could tell by his breathing and by the way he was fucking. He always pumped only the head of his cock in and out, rapidly when he was close. It was his way of edging, so when he slammed his cock in deep and yelled “Take it, you chasing whore. I've been wanting to charge your hole since we met.” I'm not sure I was all that surprised. “Fuck yeah, pass the gift” encouraged the escort, who added “I hated those fucking condoms on my cock or up my hole,” as Peter slowly pumping his cock in and out. “Yeah, mixing those diseases,” Peter remarked with satisfaction. “You were right. Deep down he was a chaser,” the escort commented. Peter pulled his cock out and got off me. He moved around grinning ear to ear, proud of what he had pulled off. I simply lay there, dazed, watching them. Peter went to his shorts and took out a wad of cash. “Here's your fee, $200 as agreed, and a tip,” Peter said. “Let me know if he needs another dose,” the escort said. The escort dressed and left, leaving us alone and naked in the room. “You fucking bastard” I said, “how could you do this to me?”

I was a service man installing, maintaining and repairing commercial HVAC equipment but my boss asked me to do a shopping mall Santa gig for a few Decembers because I was fat, even though I had been poz for half a dozen years thanks to a tough regimen of diet and drug cocktails. At fifty I was still in good shape and could still enjoy sex which was perfect because I'm a Top, even now, at the age of 71, I like to get sucked off and fuck any ass my dick could get hard enough to enter. I didnt fuck too well with condoms so I seldom used them. I fucked poz guys and occasionally had the delight of pumping my pozz jizz up an HIV-virgin ass which gave my dick double the orgasm great feeling of fucking a poz guy or some of the fucks before I tested poz. My doctor had told me that even on my regimen of meds I needed to use condoms because I would still infect bottoms up their asses. I was average height and weighed around 275. I looked like most other masculine blue collar working men my age. Few knew that was gay and fewer knew that I'd just as soon fuck a guy or have him blow me as look at him. My nearly seven-inch cut dick had made many bottoms and versatiles happy. Some had cummed just from getting fucked by me. One December I was paired with a cute little twenty-one-year-old guy with collar-length blond hair named Roger. He looked and acted like any other young adult but as the first couple of nights passed I figured out he was as gay as I am but mostly a bottom. By the time we got to the locker room each night after shutting down the throne area the mall was closed so only employees were there closing up shop for the night, finishing the day's paperwork, cleaning up, etc. Only the janitors and night security guards made an occasional visit to the locker room and the ones that winter were gay or bi. "You like chubbys?" I asked him on the third night as we shucked our outfits in the employees mens locker room when I caught him admiring me. "I'm a 'chaser!" he gushed. "You can suck my cock if you like." I replied as I turned to face him. Being the fairy in heat he was he dropped to his knees sucking my cock into his mouth, his head beneath my beer gut. He gave my cut meat excellent head while humming in delight, swallowed my load, sucked off of my cock and kissed it and my balls. My dick felt good in his mouth and he said I shot a nice load which he enjoyed swallowing. I knew I needed to poz his ass if he hadnt been pozzed yet. That night near morning my morning piss hardon throbbed so I had to masturbate to get it to soften enough to take a piss. I had dreamed I was ready to knock off a piece of Roger and was just entering him to give him a golden enema when I awoke. The gig was for three weeks so I decided to save his ass for sometime during the last week so he wouldnt get the "AIDS flu" before it ended. The last week finally came. I had been letting him suck my cock and orally service my feet every two or three days and had squatted on his face to let him rim me a couple of times. "We're going to a motel for the anal." I told him, because anal is more involved and harder to stop and get in order should anyone walk into the locker room. I was horny as hell and was thinking of the extacy of fucking Roger and infecting him with my poz sperms and how utterly fantastic my dick would feel when I shot them off inside him. We drove to the cheap hourly motel that also catered to whores and johns, parked and got a room. Once the door was locked behind us I started with us stripping. We had already seen each other nude so there wasnt any need to explore or do any other pre-foreplay. He sucked my semi-hard dick to full hardness and lay on his stomach on the bed. "Put a pillow under your crotch, need to raise your ass alittle." I ordered him. He obeyed and spread his legs while I finished greasing-up my loggerhead. I spat on his asshole, mounted him, lined up my shot and entered him as he flinched a little. "You keep your hole nice and tight. I like that." I told him after hilting myself in his snug warm hole. I fucked him good, varying my tempo and stroke. I wanted to wear his hole out and rough it up inside good so my HIV would enter his bloodstream easier and quicker. I sometimes fucked slowly, sometimes slammed it with fat-shaking snaps of my hips which also put some pain to him. Had he been a virgin he'd have been beside himself in pain and I'd be doing my best to hold him in place under me so I could get the piece of his ass he owed me. As it was, his virginity was lost history and he liked taking a good fucking. After ten minutes or so I was satisfied I'd tore him up inside enough to facilitate passage of my virus into his system. Four years before I'd fucked one neg hole taking it easy and later found out I failed to knock that asshole up. Since then I either rammed a finger up the bottoms' asses to cut their rectums with a fingernail or worked my dick at various angles and thrusts while the lube dried up in their holes to get them ready to take my virus. I pulled my dick almost all the way out to check for blood on it. There was some so I was satisfied I'd pozz him. I slammed it home and piston-thrust-fucked him to orgasm. My dick was in seventh heaven when I blasted my dangerous virus-laden cum deep into him. I was beside myself in rapture and how absolutely great my dick felt with each spurt of my charged cum in his torn rectum. Thinking of how he would feel within the next month added to my sense of conquest and orgasmic enjoyment as I thrust again and again to pump every last disease-carrying sperm cell into that punk. I liked the respect and friendliness Roger showed me but I also loved how great my dick felt infecting him with my poison cum, that I was the stud who would change his life forever by taking my pleasure in him because he was foolish and neglectful enough to think I was neg and not bother to ask my status. I kept thrusting to grind my HIV-laden sperm cells through his rectal walls into his bloodstream, partly because my dick still felt great with each thrust as well as how great I felt infecting him by enjoying fucking him. A few minutes later I rested on his back, my dick still mostly hard inside his ass, occasionally thrusting in it. I decided I'd reload and fuck him again. I used to reload in half an hour when I was Roger's age but at fifty it took just over an hour to reload and come again. Roger was able to take my weight on his back for the entire hour. I took a short nap of maybe half an hour after we shot the shit and traded first time stories and then talked again when I woke up. The hour passed and my dick was still just hard enough to remain in his ass. I began taking very short strokes to re-harden it and slowly increased my stroke until I was fully hard. I then fucked him, mainly varying my stroke and tempo in order to nut since I usually take longer to bust a second nut. I got my urge after about fifteen to twenty minutes of fucking, fucked him into the bed, slowed alittle and pumped a nice feeling second orgasm of infected semen into him. My second orgasm felt just about as great as my first one. As before, I thrust until I was spent and rested again. I could tell Roger was uncomfortable after nearly two hours under my meaty weight. I pulled out of him, dismounted, stood beside the bed and waited for him to get his fucked ass up and suck my dick clean. He got up and seemed to feel in pain, partly from being under me but also in his ass. I smiled to myself as he knelt and took my spent weapon in his mouth and sucked on it for awhile. He sucked off of it leaving it clean and dry, as several men he had serviced had taught him to do. He kissed it and my balls like they were his lover on a date and stood up. "Merry Christmas Roger. Hope you enjoy the gift." I said joyfully. He thanked me and went to the bathroom to take a piss and I could see very little cum with just a tinge of blood leaking out of his hole. I wanted to also give him a drink of warm beer on tap or give his face a golden shower but he wasnt into that. I started getting dressed and he began getting dressed after pissing. I told him he was a good piece of ass I enjoyed fucking but didnt mention how much I enjoyed pumping my HIV into him. He told me how great getting fucked by me was and that he wished he knew more masculine older fat men. The rest of that last week saw me taking him to the motel two more times to enjoy fucking him some more. The gig then ended with us hugging nude in the locker room showers, him blowing me in the shower, us hugging again, getting dressed, hugging and going home, him to his place where he still lived with his parents and me to my apartment. We did keep in touch mainly because he had his regular job in a store in town. One day after work when I made a weekly stop to pick up something for a couple of bucks I saw he wasnt there. I asked about him and another clerk said he was sick with a bad flu. I told the clerk to wish him well as I took my change and receipt. I stopped in successive weeks and saw him a month and a half later. He looked tired and not too happy. I asked him if he saw a doctor. He said he did, was tested and how he cried when the doctor said he had the HIV. My dick sprang to attention in my work pants which were fortunately loose enough to hide it. I wished him the best of luck with his new regimen but never told him I was the stud who'd knocked him up. Once I got home I went into the bathroom, dropped my pants and masturbated my rock-hard weapon, shooting a load of poz cum into the bathroom sink. I then got a beer out of the fridge and celebrated another penis-pleasing conquest. A couple of my poz buddies who were around my age and I usually went to a bar once a week to discuss sex and if any of us pozzed someone during the week. One of them had also pozzed someone so we three toasted our success. Tom said his orgasm in a forty year old felt "mighty fine" and that his dick got hard when he found out he'd infected the guy. Tony, a versatile I had pozzed a few years before, sucked Tom and me off and kissed our cocks and balls to reward us for jobs well done.

The drawing for the car was at 10 pm at the casino. I showed up at 9 pm to get my entries in the barrel and to use their Wi-Fi that was way faster than the shitty DSL I had at home. I was tapped out of cash after playing slots earlier in the day. I got a drink from the bar and then went to the waiting area near the Player's Club desk. I sat down on a chair in the corner and got my phone out. I glanced to my right and saw a handsome bear who looked to be in his mid-30s wearing cargo shorts and a white wife-beater shirt. Close-cropped hair and a thick black beard. Just then a thinner brown-hair guy came up and sat on the armrest of his chair. This guy was about the same age and was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. He had a Tribal tattoo going up his right arm. The two talked for about a minute and then the thinner guy left. I leaned over towards the bear and started up some small talk about the crowd, whether to keep the car or sell it should one of us win it, the weather, etc. After a few minutes, the thinner guy came back and again sat on the armrest of the bear's chair. My small talk came to an end. I was looking for some sign of intimacy between the two but couldn't detect any. A couple minutes went by and the thinner guy again took off. Small talk resumed between us. The casino was on an Indian reservation in the middle of nowhere. I let him know that I was glad I didn't have a long drive home after the drawing as I had a place 15 minutes away. The bear informed me he was camping on one of the sites behind the casino. He's come from about 2 1/2 hours away and was camping with his "friend". Names are exchanged. I'm Jay, he's Jimmy. It's getting closer to 10 pm. The thinner guy came back again. Jimmy introduced us to each other. The thinner guy is Al. I asked if they're sticking around after the drawing. Jimmy said they're going back to their campsite. Jimmy asked my plans. I gambled all I had wanted to for the day and was planning on heading home. I was curious about the campsites and relayed that to them. Jimmy invited me to take a look at their setup. The winner of the drawing was announced and it was not any of us three. Jimmy inquired if I was ready to leave. I said I was. I took a peak at Al's phone and saw him checking out Grindr. I asked if he saw anyone interesting. He blushed and held his phone up to his chest. I told him that I didn't bother with Grindr up here as we're in the middle of nowhere. Nervous laughter ensued among the three of us. It's time to leave. I walked back to the campsite with them and let them know I've been out for nearly 30 years. They tell me they've been together 5 years. They were introduced to each other by a former coworker of Al's named Eddie. As it happened, Eddie and his husband Marco were camping on the site next to Jimmy and Al that weekend. We walked all the way to the end of the campground to get to Jimmy and Al's site. They had what looked to be a 20' travel trailer set up. Next to them on the very last site was a 28' or 32' trailer that I would later find out belonged to Eddie and Marco. There was no one else setup nearby. The mosquitoes were really bad so I eagerly took up an invitation to go inside their trailer. After a quick tour, I felt Jimmy come up behind me and squeeze my ass. He then moved an arm around me and moved his hand all around my chest. Al came up in front of me and moved in to kiss me. I opened my mouth wide and our tongues started twirling around each other's. His hands dropped down to caress my hips and moved closer to my rapidly-hardening dick. I started rubbing Al's crotch with my hands. Jimmy started grinding his crotch into my ass as I pushed back on him. This makeout went on for a while before Al put his hands on my shoulders and forced me to my knees. As I'm headed to the ground, he stepped out of his jeans and a 8" cock sprung out. I started kissing the tip and then began to work more of the shaft into my mouth. Jimmy was working his hands on my shoulders and I could feel him taking off his shorts. I was working on giving Al the best blow job I could by taking him deep and then running my lips up and down the sides of his cock. I heard Jimmy fapping his dick right behind me and felt the knuckles of his hand occasionally making contact with my neck and shoulders. Jimmy then turned me around so I was facing his dick. It's a wonderfully thick 7" rod. I opened my mouth wide so he could shove it in. He quickly started to fuck my face moving in and out at a mid-tempo pace. Al got down on the ground next to me and freed me from my shorts. He didn't remove the gold lady's thong I was wearing. Al saw it on me and remarked that they're going to treat me like a huge fairy before they get finished with me. I started moving faster up and down on Jimmy's dick as he and Al spewed insults about what a fagot cocksucking whore I was. My own dick was rock hard and springing out the side of my frilly thong. Al then got me to my feet and started moving his dick between my ass cheeks. I'm bent over as I continue to get face-fucked by Jimmy. Jimmy soon pulled out if my mouth as he announced he didn't want to cum yet. Finally able to speak now that my mouth was no longer full of cock, I let my aggressive new lovers know that I had not cleaned out down below. Jimmy laughed and said they might have something to help. He opened a cupboard and pulled out a couple of disposable enemas. He moved me towards the toilet in the bathroom, bent me over, pulled off my panties and shoved one of the enema nozzles up my hole. He apologized that they were reusing enemas as storage space was limited and that they were also firm believers in recycling. As Jimmy was flooding my bowels, Al placed his still-stiff dick in front of my face. He told me to take it easy and not make him cum. Jimmy laughed again and told me he wasn't cleaning my butt out in order for them to cum in my mouth. Jimmy refilled both of the enemas and then shot them in me again. I could really feel the liquid sloshing inside me and I pulled off of Al's staff and stood up straight. Al pulled off my shirt, rubbed my belly and told me to hold it all in. Jimmy massaged my ass cheeks telling me he couldn't wait to feel the insides of my ass with his cock! A couple minutes later, I could no longer hold in the liquid. I squatted over the toilet bowl and emptied out. Jimmy asked if I wanted to repeat the process and I nodded yes. Jimmy shot another 2 1/2 bottles in me and things came out pretty clear. Al gave me a container of wet wipes so I could clean up. After I was all fresh, Jimmy grabbed me by my raging hard on and led me to the bed. He pushed me on my back onto the bed and climbed on top of me. Our tongues were probing each other's mouths and our hands were all over each other's dicks. Al came up on his knees by my face. His stiff cock was hitting my cheek. Jimmy and I unlocked our tongues and we took turns sucking on Al's tool. Al produced a bottle of poppers and ran it under my nose. Fuck that was good as I took a deep hit. Jimmy got up off of me and pushed my legs up against my chest. He put his face down by my ass and started probing me with his tongue. Al kept alternating feeding me his cock and hits of poppers. Jimmy was really getting sloppy with my hole. Jimmy decided it was time to put more than his tongue inside my butt. I felt him rise up off the bed and pull my ass to the edge of the mattress. I glanced at him and saw him put some lube on his index finger and then work it around my hole. A last bit of lube on his rod and he was ready to enter me. I was secretly hoping that Al would fuck me first with his thinner dick, but I was not about to object to Jimmy's thick shaft taking me first. Jimmy took his time working into me. He would work in a bit at a time and then pull out a ways before working in a bit deeper. Al was still up by my head instructing me to breathe deeply as his lover's tool was moving in and out of my ass. It felt so good to be opened up the way I was. Jimmy was able to get his entire day cock in me and I felt his pelvis grind against my ass. Rather than start to move in and out, he started to move his tool around in a sideways motion opening me up even more. Al kept the poppers handy for me to use and it felt amazing as Jimmy slid around in my butt. Jimmy and Al complimented me on what a hot slut I was. Al was encouraging Jimmy to load me up in order to provide lube for Al to fuck me. Jimmy again put his weight on me and stated kissing and tonguing me deeply as he thrusted in and out of my ass. I was moaning and begging him to keep going. Jimmy said I had to be a real whore to be so enjoying his thick cock the first time I got fucked by it. I agreed that I was quite a whore. Jimmy was picking up the pace he moved his fat rod in and out of my slutty ass. I knew he was going to cum soon. Jimmy commanded me to beg for his load. I needed it in me so bad and I pleaded for him to not pull out. "Please, please, please, give this lousy slut your cum. My whore ass needs it in me. Make me your bitch." Jimmy was pleased and sped up, pounding me even faster. Finally, he pushed in deep, held still, and started blasting my ass with cum. "Take that, you filthy bitch." Jimmy stuck inside me to empty his entire load up my butt. When he was done, he pulled out and was wobbly when he stood up. I told him to bring his cock over to me so I could clean it up. Upon seeing me go ass-to-mouth with his dick, he remarked that I truly was a filthy whore. While Jimmy was pounding me, Al kept feeding me his dick to keep him hard, but not so much that he would cum. Now that Jimmy was done, Al got up and told me to get on my hands and knees on the bed. Al moved behind me and starting sliding his dick up and down my asscrack. He remarked that Jimmy had done a great job of opening me up and that my ass looked so sloppy that he wouldn't need any lube. Al quickly slid his cock all the way inside of me. I moaned and begged Al to push Jimmy's load deep inside me. Al started thrusting in and out of me. He was rougher than Jimmy had been. He was slapping my ass while he was fucking it and would reach around to pinch my nipples hard. I was in agony from being manhandled and ecstasy from being fucked hard and deep. As he was doing this, I was bathing Jimmy's dick with my tongue to get every last bit of the mixture of his cum and my ass juice off of it. Al remarked that only a dirty whore likes the taste of his own ass. Jimmy's dick was showing signs of getting hard again from the attention I was giving him. Al slowed down his assault on my hole, drawing his dick slowly and almost completely out of me and waiting a beat before giving a sudden thrust all the way back in. Al was a magnificent fuck and his long cock felt perfect in my butt. I began begging for Al to add to Jimmy's load. I needed it more than anything. Al teased me by keeping his pace at the slow withdrawal, waiting, and quick thrust back in. Then he pulled out of me completely. I yelled for him to put it back in, that I was a cockslut destined to have his cum in me. Al added to my agony by just putting the head of his cock in me before pulling out completely and doing this multiple times. I grew impatient and tried flinging my body backwards in an attempt to impale myself on his pole. Al violently pinched my nipples and ground his fingernails into them. He told me that he was in charge of when, where, and if he would cum. I whimpered like a baby and promised to be a good little bitch for him. I promised to do anything for him if he would just continue to fuck me. I pitifully acknowledged that he could go at whatever pace he wanted. Jimmy was laughing at my groveling. Al told me he would think about whether to keep fucking me, but first he wanted me to clean up his dick. I sprung down to take him in my mouth and eagerly started sucking. Al jammed his tool all the way into my mouth and I gagged. He laughed and told me choke on his dick like a whore. He stayed inside my mouth and I was able to stop my gag reflex. Al then complimented me on being a good slut and that maybe he would go back into my ass after all. He commanded me to get on my back. He wanted to see the look in my eyes as he was filling me up. He went inside me in one stroke and then started an even in an out. Al said he was getting close. I thanked him for giving me another change to be his cumwhore and how lucky I was to have been fucked by him and by Jimmy. Al apparently was pleased and announced he was about to cum. He grunted and kept fucking me as he said he was nutting in me. His thrusts and grunts continued for what seemed like another two minutes before he stopped. Al said he did not give me as much cum as Jimmy because he had already shot a load up Jimmy's ass a few hours before. His cock then slid out of me and I begged to be allowed to clean him up. Al chuckled and seemed pleased by my servitude towards him. He granted me permission to be a good cumslut and clean him. I thanked him profusely and started my task on his wonderful dick. Jimmy was pleased with my performance and stated that my status as a whore was sealed. He then wondered what they should do when Eddie and Marco came back to the site. I was puzzled by this as I had in the back of my mind that they might come back and join us for some expanded group fun. Jimmy could see my confusion and started to explain the situation. Eddie was Al's former coworker and mentor. Eddie was also friends with Jimmy's former roommate and played matchmaker to Al and Jimmy. Eddie and Al had hooked a few times, but Eddie was in a long-term relationship with Marco. Eddie was HIV+ but was on meds and his viral load was undetectable. Eddie and Marco were registered as domestic partners so that Marco could be on Eddie's state employee health insurance plan and get a prescription for PrEP. When gay marriage became legalized nationwide, they tied the knot. A few years ago, Eddie was in his early 60's when his mother became ill. After receiving assurances that he and Marco would continue to be eligible for health insurance coverage, Eddie took early retirement and he and Marco moved to Minneapolis to tend to his ailing mother. In short order, his mother died and he was informed that his health insurance would no longer be subsidized as a retiree benefit. Eddie was unable to find an affordable plan that would cover his meds and Marco's PrEP. So both ended up going off of their prescriptions. Not surprisingly, Eddie's viral load took off and Marco recently became HIV+. Al and Jimmy learned that Marco also picked up a Hep-C infection. Al and Jimmy had not seen Eddie and Marco for a couple of years prior to this afternoon. They had known about some of their issues, but were fully briefed on their situation only a few hours ago. Though Al and Jimmy were both HIV- and on PrEP, they were conflicted about how far they should go with Eddie and Marco. Sensing their apprehension, Eddie and Marco went off on their own in the casino and were apparently still there. Al and Jimmy then asked for some of my history. As the three of us were laying in bed naked with me sandwiched in between them, I started stroking their dicks as I filled them in on my life.As a now 50-something gay man, my life had gone through a number of cycles. My 20s were spent as an underemployed underachiever. There were no serious relationships as I felt too constrained financially. I fucked around, but usually played safe. By age 30, I had a good job and was able to spread my wings and travel. Making up for lost time, I fucked around wherever and whenever I could. Trips to the baths, adult theaters, video arcades, and nude gay resorts led to lots of anonymous or no-strings sex. Increasingly, it was bareback sex. I never ended up catching anything that a prescription couldn't cure. My 40s were largely spent in a mostly monogamous but increasingly unhappy relationship. We split up for good 2 years ago and I was getting back into a carefree sexual lifestyle. I was still HIV- as far as I knew, but I hadn't been tested since the early days of my LTR. I left out some of my recent experiences delving into the world of PNP as that didn't seem to be their scene. Al and Jimmy said I would have a decision to make when Eddie and Marco came back. Al and Jimmy were leaning towards not fooling around with them without giving themselves more time to put things in perspective. Meanwhile, Al and Jimmy were interested and growing more horny as I told them some of my travel stories.Jimmy as biting my neck and my nipples as I continued. Al would force me to keep stroking his dick and would play with my ass, dick, and mouth. I was super stiff and had not cum yet, but was really wanting to have one or both of them fuck me again. My desire was granted as Jimmy announced he wanted another go at my ass. He told me he wanted to fuck my doggy-style so I assumed the position. Since Jimmy's dick was so thick, he worked a little more lube around my hole and on the tip of his fat cock. Then he began the process of plugging me up again with his fatboy. He took his time, but he was all the way inside me much quicker than the first time we fucked. He established a steady rhythm for fucking me. I saw Al get off the bed and move behind Jimmy. Stroking his shoulders and back, Al got into position to invade Jimmy's ass. Fuck, it had been over 10 years since I had been in a fuck-sandwich scene. Even though I wasn't in the middle of it, it was an incredible turn-on.Al and I held still as Jimmy rocked back and forth to determine whether he or I was getting fucked at any particular time. Jimmy and Al were grunting as their dicks worked on fucking holes. I was moaning and exclaiming how great I felt. Once more they both taunted me about being a complete slut and cumwhore. They told me I would probably even take Eddie and Marcos' dirty loads if given the chance. Right then and there, they were right about that. I wanted all the cum I could get to be shot up my ass, damn the consequences. We stayed fucking at a steady pace for what felt like a long time. Jimmy once again informed me that I needed to beg for his cum. I was going to start pleading for it anyway. I quite honestly told Jimmy that I had to have his cum. Jimmy asked what I wouuld do to get it. He asked if I would take Marco's load as it probably had a sky-high viral load. I agreed that I would gladly let Marco shoot his lethal cum in me later if Jimmy would just give me his now. I said Eddie was more than welcome to fuck me with his deathstick as well. I was willing to be a bugchasing bottom whore bitch just to get another load from Jimmy. Jimmy decided that I was willing to debase myself enough to get another load from his thick tool. He sped up his pace between Al and me and started grunting as he left another cum deposit up my butt. The quickened pace had the effect of making Al ready to cum inside Jimmy which he did. Jimmy almost screamed as he blasted inside of Jimmy. Jimmy was spent and collapsed on top of me. Al followed him down onto the bed and I had these two hot studs laying on top of me. I caught my breath as best I could while being at the bottom of this pile of naked manflesh. While attempting to recover, I heard clapping, hooting, and cries of "encore, encore" coming from two voices outside the trailer. The door opened and two men came into the trailer. One, a handsome gray-haired man in his mid -60s introduced himself as Eddie. The other, a cute Latin guy about my age introduced himself as Marco. Then Marco chuckled and said, "Now, about taking my lethal cum..." (To be continued)

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.

So was it really rape if I loved it? Hey everyone, I'm new to this forum. I recently have been peeking on here without having an account but I need to share this story with y'all that happened to me 2 months ago. Excuse my grammar, English isn't my first language. Ok, so here we go... I'm a 24 year old cumdump slut from Holland, I started having sex when I was 15 and had lots of it. I must have taken over 300+ cocks already. I've done alot of crazy hardcore things but something that has never happened to me before happened 2 months ago and I can't stop thinking about it. So I went out to a club on friday in Amsterdam with 2 friends, I knew that I would end up at some guy's place on my knees with his cock down my throat and my ass up in the air for him, cause that's what always happens. We got there a little late and it was super crowded, one of my friends went to this club before but for me and my other friend it was our first time at this club. The moment I walked in I felt alot of eyes staring at me and I'm usually a shy kind of guy, so we went over to the bar and got ourselves some drinks so I could feel a little more comfortable. I was talking to a few guys when this older guy approached me and offered to buy me a drink, so I said yes. He came back with my drink and I already was kind of drunk. We started talking and he told me he thought I was sexy. He kind of wouldn't let me alone for the entire time wherever I went he just came after me. I asked him how old he was and he told me he had just turned 40. He introduced me to 3 of his friends that came with him. I sat down and talked to them they seemed like nice guys. About 30 minutes later I started feeling really really dizzy and felt like I was about to pass out. I tried to go find my friends but I was a total mess and felt like I could barely take care of myself and the guy that kept chasing me kept telling me to sit down and he would look out for me and told me I was gonna be fine. Next thing I know the guy told me he lived 10 minutes away from the club and told me I could crash at his place and sober up a little. As I said I could barely even take care of myself at this point and asked him to find my friends or call them and he said he informed them. So he took my hand and got us out of there. As we gotten outside I just felt worse and worse to the point I was about to have a panic attack, I asked him if he had drugged me and he told me no. He told me he was gonna help me and take care of me. So about some time later we arrived at his apartment and as I got in he put me on his bed, he offered me a glass of water and told me I was gonna be alright. Next thing I know I start falling asleep on his bed but I can hear him opening the door and hearing footsteps, his 3 friends walked into the bed room and started undressing. Now, I am the biggest cumdump slut I know but this situation completely freaked me out. I was hopeless and could barely even stand on my feet. The guy who owns the place walks in and starts undressing me and I felt terrified because I never had felt this way before. I was definitely drugged and super drunk. From there on I can't remember exactly what happened but I remember when the second guy got his way with me and started fucking me I started feeling really really happy and I realized I was drugged and getting raped and suddenly my feelings of fear and hopelessness turned into this feeling of happiness and excitement. I asked the guy to please fuck me harder and he started fucking me the hardest I've ever been fucked. I heard him say "We got a good one tonight" and I begged him to cum inside me. Then the other 2 guys took turns fucking me as I moaned and begged them for their cum. I could tell they didn't care about my feelings, they just saw me as slut cumdump, just a hole to dump their loads in. The 3 guys got out of the room after cumming in me and then the guy who owns the place started fucking me again (He didn't cum first time) so he layed me on my back and put my legs around his neck and started fucking me and degrading me telling me to open my mouth as he spit in it and told me to swallow. Then he dumped his load in me and left the room, I could hear him locking up the bedroom door and I was just laying there with 4 loads up my ass. So I tried to grab my phone while crawling on the floor but I couldn't find it and I think I passed out on the floor completely. Next day I woke up in his bed and he was laying next to me sleeping. I had the biggest hangover I've ever had so I went to the bathroom to drink some water, next thing I know he walks into the bathroom puts me on my knees and shoved his morning cock deep down my throat and even started pissing. After he came down my throat he went and got my phone and told me if I thought about going to the cops or tell anyone no one would believe it cause he basically faked a WhatsApp conversation between me and him and answered from my phone to his about how I wanted him to whore me out and he put us on a fake 20 minute phonecall. I told him I wasn't planning on going to the cops and I said I did want to be his whore. I told him I've never experienced anything like this, even though I had my fair share of crazy sex situations (I once got gangbanged by 12 guys but I was completely sober) He didn't really say anything and just asked me to go shower because he had to meet up with a friend for lunch. As I stood in the shower I was so confused and thinking everything through. I couldn't believe this happened to me. After I showered he gave me some sweatpants and a shirt and we got to his car. As we got in the car I felt like a shy little boy again. He asked me "Is this really what you want?" and I said "Yes, I was born to be a cumdump slut. I would have let all of you fuck me even without the drugs. You don't have to drug me to use me." He told me I was a good boy and dropped me off at the train station. He said I put my number in your phone my name's Jordan. I'll text you. When I got out of the car he told me to drop down my sweats cause he wanted to see my ass. So I did. It was super crowdy there but I dropped my pants and showed him my hole. When he drove away it was the first time since last night I actually was able to check my phone so I did, I had lots of messages from friends, that he texted back pretending to be me. Telling them how I was fine and at this guy's house and one of my friend even replied "You're such a slut!" I could go on and on about what happened after that that day but I was desperate for Jordan to text or call me, but he didn't. I called one of my friends and told him that I indeed was at a guy's house. It felt like it had never happened cause no one knew, no one was panicking about me cause he had everything set up. The next day he didn't text me either and I couldn't stop thinking about him, constantely checking my phone. I was like a high school boy falling in love for the first time. Yes, I felt in love with him. It felt crazy. I wanted to be with him and I wanted him to use me. He drugged me and took advantage of me and used me like I was nothing but a hole but I couldn't stop thinking about him. I felt crazy. On the 3rd day he texted me and I was so happy cause he asked me to hang out and get some sushi. So fast forward to today, we've been seeing each other reguarly, we went on 8 dates after all that happened and had sex several times. I still to this day haven't told my friends and I haven't told him about my true feelings either. I'm scared my friends will judge me and tell me I'm crazy for falling for someone who basically raped me. Am I? Am I sick for falling for someone who did that to me? I just can't make up my mind about it. I've been thinking about it for 2 months everyday and now at this point I actually want him to do it again. In those 2 months I had sex with a few other guys too but it didn't compare to what had happened and the sex I had with him. I think he knows I like him and he obviously likes me too cause we talk everyday ever since. I don't really want a relationship with him, I just want to feel owned by him. I want him to use me, take advantage of me and whore me out. Anyone else has had a similar experience or has tips for me? Am I crazy for feeling this way or have you felt like this too? Sadly I couldn't upload some pictures cause it said they were all too big and I have no idea how to change it. Thanks for reading my story guys!

I liked Joe Gage too, my ideal at the time of a masculine, regular guy, along with Al Parker, Colt Thomas, etc..

Ready, gotta keep my agreement..😜

I'd give my arse up to the room to see that film.😊

I was in the Titan vid "Easy Inn". Unfortunately a condom film, but the actors were very hot and masculine, was a blast to make.😈

Growing up in the 70s limited my exposure to porn. As a 14-15yo all I could do is going to a shop where they sold magazines and cigarettes and watch the covers of gay magazines, even do a quick browse before getting caught. As a 16yo I would go out to the bars with schoolmates (drinking age was 16 at the time, it is now 18) and sometimes feign tiredness just before 12am and then rush to the local cinema where they showed a Late Night Special, a (straight) sex movie. They let me in even though I was clearly not 18 yet (the age limit), probably because there were usually only a handful of people in the theatre. They were silly German or Swedish movies with titles like "With you horn between my Alps" or "Swedish girls on vacation" and the likes. The women were of course the stars of the movies (for the male audience) but I couldn't care less. I got to see naked guys and dicks fucking! Not that they were very attractive but that wasn't the point. I got my opportunity to see a real gay video when I moved to a big city to study at 17 and found the nerve to go to a sex shop. What happened there I have told a few times already in other threads so I won't go into detail. But it was the first time I sucked cock and got fucked. By the videostore clerk (hot guy). I went back to that videostore many times and watched gay porn until the coast was clear (no other customers) and the clerk came into my booth. But it also started my fascination with gay porn. There still wasn't an other opportunity to watch porn until the PC came along. I got one early 90s and was hooked. I could spend hours watching porn although it wasn't easy to find the right websites. Advantage was that most of it was for free as there were not many pay sites yet. And I think I then developed my preference for masculine hairy tops. Twinks or femme guys didn't do anything at all for me. They still don't but maybe that is because I am a bottom and those twinks were too (mostly). I also learned about the various positions you can fuck, even though some were clearly not very comfortable to do but done anyway because of the camera angle. I agree with @CuriousDallasthat most major studios porn is boring nowadays but at the time those were a major turn on, even though it was condom porn. I watched everything, from Falcon to Chi Chi LaRue and others. But I started to have a preference for Colt, Titan and Raging Stallion simply because the actors/models appealed to me the most: masculine men fucking masculine men. My all time favorite being movies from director Joe Gage: porn with a storyline. Now I mostly watch amateur porn. I don't buy DVDs or download movies because I only watch them once (there are exceptions). I even watch a twink being nailed by one or more masculine guys, as long as he doesn't squel too much 😉

just dumped my load in another slutty little daddys boy cumdumps. i love fucking boys that are hungry for their dads meat.They're always so piggy. Even better when they're actually getting it. This slutty twink told me its on his wish list but hasn't gotten it yet. So I got him to let me fuck him on his dads bed and I even wore his dads shirt. he called me daddy and begged me to fuck him hard. cute body, cute face, nice deep throat, nice loose hole. but he did me one better than usual. he actually had 3 used condoms full of his dads cum that he pulled out of the trash when they were fresh and saved them in the freezer.i used the cum to lube his pussy and my cock and fucked his own fathers cum into his ass. I can tell when boys really wanna get fucked by their own father and when they are playing at it and this boy wants it BAD.i love it

If you want it, go get it - but go in with your eyes wide open. This is what you face: 1. You will get STDs. Likely more than once, likely more than one at the same time. You must be checked regularly for them or whenever you have symptoms, because a) they can seriously damage your body if you don’t, and b) as a cumdump you have an increased responsibility to ensure that you are not a spreader of disease. 2. If you do not get on PrEP, you will get HIV. At the volume of fucking you will take as a receptive anal partner, without PrEP it becomes a mathematical certainty over time. Should that happen, you will suffer body changes even if you do begin ART treatment, and if you don’t, you will die. That, too, is certain. Ignore all the utter nonsense you may read on here about trying to get pozzed and going off meds - there is much more to your life than becoming a cumdump, and if you’re going to do it all, you’re going to have to make smart choices to protect your body. 3. Mental and physical aspects of your sexuality may change, may change in ways that will be difficult or impossible to reverse, and may not be what you want. In my experience and that of others, the practice of taking cock serially, in large numbers, has led to a constantly increasing need for more cock in order to achieve the same level of satisfaction, and a steady decrease in the length of time a single fuck will satiate us. This has all the characteristics of an addiction. Eventually the math will catch up with us - we will discover that even if we could somehow find Tops to fuck us nonstop around the clock, there still would not be enough to quell our deep need for more and more. Beware of letting this go too far with you. 4. You may find that the way other men regard you will change, as your status becomes generally known, and it must become generally known if you are to be successful at it. Be very sure you are ready to find that some other men may show that they feel superior to you, or think you are a dirty, immoral, or wanton person. 5. Understand and be ready for verbal and physical abuse. Some men will take you no-refusal cumdump status as license to act out their worst instincts on you, or fail to control their sexual impulsed - and men can be both powerful and dangerous. Accepting all cocks doesn’t mean you can’t be prepared to defend yourself. 6. Realize that “No cock refused” means you agree to be penetrated by men who may be elder, infirm, disabled, physically repulsive to you, unclean, barely old enough to legally fuck you, or objectionable to you for any number of reasons. If you make the claim that you will turn no cock away, you must be prepared to honor that commitment as a part of a greater community of cumdumps - if one of us makes the claim and then breaks faith, Tops will soon cease to believe the rest of us. Be very, very sure you’re ready for what may pass through your door. I can’t deny that it’s exhilarating waiting for that next Top to enter and rut my slit and know that every one who does makes it ever more obvious that I’ve become a faggot cunt for the cock and seed of real Men, that they’ve cunted me completely, and that there’s no going back. I’m so far down now that there’s not even any point in shame. Make sure this is really what you want. Then jump.

Not only does he not know that I BB with other guys, he doesn't know I am chasing or that I stopped taking PrEP, And others don't know I that work in the Medical field

Ryan Reynolds !!!!

Slow day on Grindr in this rural Oklahoma town. Happened to see a new user who looked more bottom than top but I threw it out there. I asked if he wanted to put a load up my ass. He quickly replied yes. Well luck was on my side because my wife had to drive 45 minutes one way to meet one of our sons. As soon as she left I was cleansing( one thing this young man mentioned was he wanted to ass to mouth me). I needed to make sure I was well prepped. After checking in with my wife to see how far along she was on her journey I told this guy it was clear. I gave him my address and instructions on what to do once he arrived. Wearing a T-shirt and a jock strap I awaited his entrance. Once he entered my room I immediately pulled his shorts down and went to work on his very average cock. It tasted better than most average white cock so I stayed down there a bit and enjoyed him in my mouth. I then stood up and leaned over my bed and put some lube on my hole and spread my ass wide for him so he could enter. He starts fucking me fast then slows down. Then fast then slow. He tells me to suck his cock more so I go back to my knees and start sucking his cock more. Soon after I’m bent back over with him fucking me. I’m begging for his seed. He has me get on my back on the edge of the bed with my legs high and wide and he enters me again and starts fucking me and reaches up and starts choking me. I’m in heaven as I know this guy is going to unload in me any second and sure enough I feel him tighten up and shoot his hot cum in my hot hole. Right there in my marital bed. I’m letting it soak until it’s all absorbed by my ass. That’s 82 loads shot in my ass in 2019

To me, You're one of those guys that is intimidatingly hot either way, Your pics both simultaneously turn me on and make me go weak. When a guy looks like You do, it comes down to personality/attitude more than whether or not You have hair, because looks wise, You're flawless either way. Your power to make me present (i.e., my pussy) is in Your expression of need and desire, not how You look. Having said that, there is something about hairless that has extra mind fuck power for me. When a guy presents as hairless and all of His power is in HIs personality, it throws me more off balance and gives Him more power with me. For me the most powerful Man is quietly confident mixed with a little humility, not assertively 'loud' or proud in how He presents.

Seeing more sleazy porn made me want to be fucked more roughly and to be used

Part 2 There was an awkward pause finally broken when Eddie observed that it looked like things started without Marco and him. Jimmie and Al seemed unsure what to do given their reluctance to hookup with Eddie and Marco because of their respective HIV statuses. Al then stated that he and Jimmie were probably too tired to get it up anymore for the night. All eyes turned to me as Jimmie asked, "Well Jay, we're turning in. What do you want to do?" I took a long, lustful look at Eddie and Marco and replied, "I think my ass has room to take plenty more loads. Plus, I haven't even cum yet." "That's just the attitude we like," said Marco. "You're welcome to come over to our place." "Yes, let the fucking continue. I'm ready." Looking at Jimmie and Al, Eddie informed them that they were welcome to join in later if they changed their minds. Eddie pulled me up off the bed and then ran his hand up my bare ass. He stuck his index and middle fingers up my ass and led me out the trailer. Marco then left and closed the door behind him. We stood in between the two trailers with me totally naked with three loads of cum and two fingers jammed up my ass. It had to be well past midnight and no other nearby campsites were occupied. Eddie remarked that Jimmie and Al had done a good job of preparing me for the main event. He wanted to know if I was ready and I assured him that I was. He pointed to a picnic table at the empty campsite across the road. He told me to get on top of the table on all fours facing away from their trailer and wait while he and Marco got ready. He further instructed that I keep looking straight ahead. With that I walked over to the table and assumed the position as I heard Eddie and Marco enter their trailer. A few minutes later, I heard a door open and footsteps coming closer to me. I heard Jimmie ask what I was doing out there and I recited what Eddie had instructed me to do. Jimmie asked if I was sure that I knew what I was doing. I told him I was sure and that this was not the first time I had done something like this. Jimmie then confided that he wanted to join in with Eddie, Marco, and me but that Al completely disapproved of the situation. With that, he gave me another deep, wet kiss and stroked my dick a while before heading back to his trailer. More time passed before I hear a door open footsteps. Eddie and Marco walked around the table to face me. Eddie was wearing a leather harness and leather kilt. Marco had a leather cap and leather jockstrap. Marco asked if I still want their poz dicks. I responded that I've never wanted anything more than to take as much poz cum as they could give me. With that, Eddie and Marco pulled me up and we had a three way makeoutsession in the open. Eddie broke it up by announcing that he was going to burst if he didn't get a chance to fuck me soon. He then pulled me along towards his trailer. We stepped inside and I realized that he and Marco had put the extra space in it to good use. A sling was set up in the living room area. I knew my place and instantly started to climb into it. Eddie and Marco helped with my legs and feet and I'm then ready to be fucked in no time. Eddie flipped up his kilt and I saw a stiff and thick 8" cock with what looked like a 0 ga. Prince Albert. This was the dick of my dreams and I expressed my wish to worship that awesome tool with my mouth. Eddie let me know that there would be ample opportunity for that, but first it had an appointment with my ass. "Are you ready to take my poz cum, boy?" he asked. "As much as you can give me." came my reply. "I can give a lot. Are you bugchasing boy?" "Maybe, After you're done with me, I hope I don't have to chase any more." "My cum is pretty dirty boy. And Marco's is extremely filthy. Are you going to beg us to knock you up? "Yes, yes. I want you to knock me up. Mark me forever. Change my destiny. I want your gift. I want your toxic cum. And Marco's. And whatever else you want to give to me. Give me everything. I'm a whore, a bugchasing, wannabe std infested slut. A tramp. Use me, use me, use me." Eddie was working his deathstick into me as I was pleading. Fuck, he was thicker than even Jimmie was. Eddie informed me that he and Marco have probably knocked up 4 guys in the last 3 months. With so many sluts on PrEP these days, that was quite an accomplishment. Eddie worked his way in fairly quickly, adding a little bit of lube to help the 3 loads of cum already in my ass. Eddie's PA felt great rubbing along my insides. I imagined it ripping me open to make me more receptive to getting pozzed. Eddie worked his dick in and out of my butt while letting me know that I was going to get knocked up for sure. Eddie assaulted my ass for a long time. He said he was trying to tear me open with his PA so that I would definitely catch the bug. Eddie pulled out of me and pointed to his dick that had streaks of red on it. "Let me see it, please sir." I begged. Eddie came up to my face and presented his blood-coated tool to me. I moved my mouth to it and took it inside. "That's it, suck the blood, ass, and cum off my cock." It was pure bliss as the realization that my chances of becoming poz were skyhigh."The countdown to your infection has started" Eddie said as he went back to my ass and resumed plowing me. He was moving really fast. "MMM, I'm really tearing you up. Are you ready for it?" I squeezed my ass muscles as tight as I could. Eddie continues thrusting in and out of me. With the resistance my ass was providing, it was painful but pleasurable at the same time with the knowledge that he was probably really damaging my insides. "Get ready for it, I'm going to give you load number one of pozcum. I've got three days worth for you." Eddie tensed up and his dick spasmed out a stream of toxic cum in me. "Take it all, bitch." Eddie stayed inside me to shoot every last drop of his poz cum into me. Eddie pulled out of me when he was finished, and Marco was at my hole lining up his dick. It was 6" and almost as thick as Jimmie's staff. He had no trouble entering me. Eddie brought his dick back up to my mouth for cleanup. His cock had a LOT of my blood on it along with a cum and assjuice mixture. I greedily lapped it all off of his cock and Eddie was very pleased by my eagerness. "That's it. Clean it up like a good little poz tramp We'll get you a biohazard trampstamp tattoo to let the world know what you are. Marco is super-toxic right now. I bloodied up your hole real good for him. Watch as he moves his dick in and out of you. He's intentionally poking the sides of your ass to cause more damage to you. Did you know you might get an added gift of Hep-C from him? How would you like that?" I was out of my mind with bliss at that moment. I pleaded with them to fill me with their cum over and over to be absolutely sure I was getting pozzed by them. Marco pulled his fat shaft out of me and brought it to my face for inspection. His dick was even bloodier than Eddie's had been the last time! While I was cleaning Marco's dick with my mouth, Eddie moved to my ass and buried four of his fingers into it. He took special care to scratch my bowels with his fingernails. Marco was cleaned up and ready to go back to assaulting my ass. Eddie pulled his hand out of me and started working it into Marco's butt while Marco was fucking me. Marco told me that he didn't know who knocked him up. It might not have been Eddie. He said how lucky I was to know the couple giving me HIV. I was a moaning mess, turning my head side to side. This was the best time ever. Marco then came without warning. He said he was so overwhelmed that couldn't hold back any longer. My ass felt it was sloshing with cum, much of it toxic! Marco began licking my ass with his tongue and sticking it inside to collect some of the gooey mixture it contained. He then came up and started kissing me deeply sharing the dirty treasures of my butt. Clean up of his rod was next, and a mixture of dried blood, cum, and whatever else awaited me. Marco said I was a fine puta and was going to get much more poison in me before they let me go. Eddie produced a thick buttplug with little knobs protruding from its shaft. Eddie worked it inside of me and started twisting it around. It caused significant pain as he did. Eddie remarked that they wanted to make sure I didn't lose any more of their poison cum. Then he and Marco started making out at the foot of the sling. They let me know they were elated that they got to be together to convert me. Eddie whispered something to Marco and Marco responded by nodding. Eddie told me they were going to take me out of the sling because they had something in mind for what they wanted to do next. They assisted me out of the sling and gave me a moment to stretch. The plug in my ass felt really huge now that I was on my feet. After collecting myself, I knelt down and starting eating Marco's ass. Marco started moving it around so that I would give it full coverage. When Marco had enough, he reached back and helped back up. He led me to the bedroom on the other end of the trailer where Eddie was waiting. I climbed in next to Eddie when there was a knock on the door. Marco went to the door, looked out the window, and opened the door to let Jimmie inside. (To be continued)

Count me in on the interracial scene: I don't find guys that look like me attractive (blond/blue eyes/fair skin/solid build/muscular/top) .. so I find smooth Latin and Asian bottoms guys to be the ones who catch my eye I haven't had a lot of experience with Black guys as there aren't many where I live (or maybe the places I cruise) ... but they're pretty good looking too! I love the contrast in skin, body build, hair colour etc., and a brown skin bottom with a smooth hole is my kryptonite!

He does. He likes to watch me get bred, or if he’s not around, wants me to video it.

Super hot story. I’d love to be properly raped. My first time was basically rape. Drunk with my straight mates at 18, slid off to suck some cock at the local beat. Large older man took me home and said “you are going to get fucked tonight, you know that don’t you?” He knew I was a virgin. he was much bigger than me - I was a pale skinny little ginger bitch. He got me naked on the bed on all fours. I can only imagine my tight pink virgin hole must have been amazing to look at. He got a real prize, but I didn’t know it at the time. i asked for a Condom and he obliged. Hurt so bad at first! When your arse to a new and doesn’t know how to fuck - I was so tense. That sharp pain as a cock jabs into you the first time. But pretty soon I took to it and was pushing back like a pro. Then later he was on top of me and pinning me down. I realised he didn’t have a Condom and I said not without one. He said I’d already had him in me bare... and he held me down and fucked me senseless. He’d cum on me, then I’d lie there not sure what to do or where I was. I’d drift off to sleep then wake up to him pinning me down and fucking men again. He was relentless. This went on until morning and he sent me home in a taxi. my dream is to be totally sober and properly force raped hard and violently.

Of course it's not. Some people may find it hot (I do) or enjoy it if it happens to them (I fucking loved it), but let's not bullshit ourselves into pretending it's in any way morally acceptable on any level. Where you are, who they are, what you've done with them before, none of that matters. If someone wants safer sex and you then work it so they think it was but you've actually fucked your load up them, that's wrong, there's no way to defend that on a moral basis. I find it hot, loved it when it happened to me, watched it happen to a stranger in a group fuck and shot a massive load in the lad I was fucking almost instantly. But it's fucking morally wrong.

PART 15 I didn’t get to hear the conversation Tom had, but it was short. He had a non stop stream of porn on and teased my hole and cock enough to keep me from totally freaking out over the fact that he has just called a guy that I had never met or seen or knew anything about to cum over and fuck me. Bareback. And I already had Tom’s hiv positive cum soaking into me as I lay there. Fortunately, it was pretty quick when the door knocked and opened and I heard a “Tom, it’s Ron”, called from the entry. And I was naked with Tom’s cum in me and hole a wet mess of cum and lube, with my own cum still drying on my chest and tummy. I was super super nervous as I heard Ron come up the stairs. Tom was standing next to the bed, his hand idly playing with my cock and then rubbing my thighs. And then Ron walked in. He was tall, like 6 5” ay least and thin, like a runner. His lean body was defined well and I loved how I could see his veins bulge out. His mostly gray hair was cut short and he had a muatache, but his body was fairly smooth. And as he took off his t shirt, it revealed a smooth chest as well. As he stood before me, me naked laying on the bed totally exposed and hard, Tom spoke up, “Ron meet my new very very special friend Chris. Chris this is Ron and I think you two are going to love each other.” Then looking at Ron directly, he added “ this boy has the best hottest little hole I might have ever had. And we’ve only pumped a few loads in him so far, but I think it’s safe to say young Chris is addicted to having his hole bred.” Then looking at me, he said “ isn’t that right sexy boys?” I just nodded, embarrassed to admit it in front of this stranger. “Chris I am very happy to meet you. You are beautiful. I can’t wait to flip you over and see that ass. What a hot boy body. You ARE 18 right?” He half joked. “I swear I am 18!”, I replied laughing nervously. “Ron, you can’t keep teasing the boy, get those shorts off. No clothes allowed in this room!”, Tom spoke up. And Ron loosened the drawstring on his gym shorts and they fell to the floor revealing what was now a partially gorgeous cut cock. And it was already bigger than mine and he wasn’t even half hard.his hand went to it and began to stroke it to hardness. “Chris, what do you want?”, whispered Tom in that way he had of making sexy even sexier. “I want it, I want to suck it. Please...”, I blurted my true feelings. Ron quickly closed the distance and I sat up and gripped his now hard cock and opened up as I licked my lips and took his man cock into my eager mouth. Tom stepped back to watch as it became Ron and I. I worked on getting Ron’s cock wet and slick and alternated between trying to stuff it down my throat to pulling off and running my tongue up and down the shaft. I circled the head and went down and licked his balls. I wanted to please him badly, this 45 year old man I had just met with a sexy body and perfect 8.5 inch cock. “Oh my god, this is one eager boy. Suck that cock like you need to baby. Worship my cock. Yeah, just like that. I know what you need Chris. I’m going to take good care of you. “ I responded by doubling my efforts to be a good cocksucker. Eyes closed, mouth full of hard cock, I was in heaven and lost myself in cock worship. Finally, I heard Tom speak up, “Chris why don’t you show Ron your boy hole? Flip over and get on your hands and knees. Yeah, now backup to the edge of the bed and put your head down, so that ass is up. Perfect baby, just like that.” I was totally face down ass up, with my legs spread and my as crack gaping open and totally revealing my hole. “What a beautiful hole.”, I heard Ron say and I was so happy. I wanted him to like it, to want me as bad as I wanted him. “I was gonna lick it and play with it but I just can’t... I need to fuck it.”, he continued, “Tom, where’s the lube.” This whole time I was still in position but then a thought hit me, “ where’s the brown bottle at? Can I sniff some please Tom?”, I said softly. Tom looked at me and smiled and then at Ron and said, “did I tell you? This boy is the best bottom I have ever found.” And then to me, he added “Here you go baby, you hit that bottle hard for Ron. Show him what a good little bottom you are.”, as he handed me the bottle. As the poppers hit me, I felt Ron’s massive cockhead sliding against my sensitive hole, teasing it. “Chris, you want to get fucked badly don’t you?”, he whispered. By now that I had sucked him and he was teasing me hole and and the poppers, I had no inhibitions and begged, “Yes! Please! Please I need it, I need it inside me.”, as I bucked against him and writhed. “Baby I am gonna fuck you so good. Just the way Tom says you like it. And just like Tom, I don’t use condoms and I never pull out. Are you ready for that? For a big cock to fuck you and flood you with man cum?, he said in a low voice. “I’m ready! PleAse do it, you can cum in me. You can cum in me! “ I blurted quickly, my control edging away as the need overpowered me. “Even if my load is hiv positive, like tom’s? You still want it anyways don’t you baby?”, he said, as he pushed and slowly slid into my stretching hole. And control broke as I pushed back against his cock, trying to impale myself against it. “Fucking fill me with cum. I don’t care if I get it, just please cum inside me. I want you too. I want you too.”, I moaned. I felt Ron grip my hips, as my hole opened up to him. Because of the fucking I had already taken , it was easier to accept his giant cock and he was able to drive deep into me. I was a poppered up cum hungry bottom and he was a hungry Top man. This was not a gentle take your time fuck. I was so spun on poppers and so horny and opened up, I was able to ram back against him and he was pulling me onto his cock by my hips as he pistoned in and out. “Fucking hot hole”, he said through gritted teeth. I was now grunting hard with each stroke as he bottomed out in me and knocked my breath out over and over. “Fucking fuck me. Fuck me oh god oh fuck so good so good so good.”, i babbled. “Fucking close. Gonna cum. Gonna breed you. Yeah, yeah fuck yeah! Fucking take it”, he almost yelled as he rammed deep and ejaculated into me. “Yes yes give it to me! Fucking cum inside me, all of it all of it in me.”, I begged. I felt his huge cock pulse and spasm as his orgasm subsided and he tried to pump every last drop into me. As his sweat body collapsed over me, he made no move to pull out and I made no move either. I didn’t want it out. His cock had felt so good and, was it my imagination, or did it seem like he had shot a huge load into me. As he softened and slid out of me, I immediately tried to clamp shut, but my hole was so well fucked that a little cum began to drip out, as I fell forward. The sex glow was still strong enough that the fact that I had let two guys fuck me and shoot hiv positive cum into me wasn’t scaring me, just turning me on still. And I already knew that like Tom, there was no way I could resist Ron.

I love white guys fucking my asian ass deep. Especially ginger top

After the two men left, we realized that we have blown off the invite to head over to the other’s place to fuck. Oh well, there would be others. We sat looking at each other, both thinking about what to do next. “Get your slut shorts on” Peter said. I went over to my bag and pulled out a pair of short shorts, ones where my balls fell out. Before I could put them on, Peter grabbed them and ripped a hole in the ass. I slid them on and looked in the mirror. My balls had already fallen out and when i turned I could see my ass. The hole was perfectly lined up so a man could slide his cock in the hole and then deep into my fuck hole. “We going to the bars?” I asked Peter. He shook his head no. “Clothing optional resorts?” Again he shook his hand no. “What then” “You will see” was all he said. We left the motel room and got in the car. Peter went to the driver side and me to the passenger. Silently we got in and drove off. I had no idea where we were going. The night air was warm and the stars lite the night sky. He drove then turned down a dark street, the street lights were not working. I could see a bar at the end of the road, but before that there was an adult bookstore. “Get out” he said stopping the car in between the two. “What” “Get the fuck out. You’re going to work the corner” he said. “I don’t think so” “I said get the fuck out and walk the street” he ordered with a more aggressive voice. I slowly got out and shut the door. “See that dumpster over there” I nodded. “Take your johns there - suck, fuck I don’t care what you do, just no fucking condoms and no fucking pulling out your hole” “Where will you be” “Not far and don’t question me bitch” he said, punching the gas hard and driving off. I watched the red tail lights disappear as he turned a corner and began to pace a little. There was not much traffic on this road. I began to pace in the small corner. I could see a car coming and I turned and stuck my ass outwards, advertising my hole for business. The car slowed and pulled up beside me. Inside was a older man, dressed in shorts and a tank. I was bent over head in the passenger window. His hand was slowly massaging his crotch. “Hey Daddy, you looking for some fun” I said “I’m looking for a hole to fuck” he said. I turned around and showed him my hole. “Will that do” “Fuck yeah, get in” he said. “Park and follow me, my pimp wants to keep an eye on me” He didn’t hesitate. He parked near by and got out. I could see his hard cock making a big bulge in his shorts. “Oh Daddy, no condom and no pull out okay” “You want my cum up that hot pussy” “Yes I do” “I’m poz with a high viral load” he said “Convert me” In the darkness by the dumpster, he pulled out his cock and spit on it. He lined it up and rammed it deep in my hole. I yelped a little, just so he thought it hurt, but in fact my hole was open and loaded with cum. “A little sloppy pussy boy” “My pimp loaded me with his neg cum” I said. “Your pussy wants poz cum, right boy” “Yes Daddy” He pumped his thick cock in and out of my hole. It was beer can thick but not long, so the movements were short. He grunted with each thrust. I looked around and didn’t see Peter anywhere. I did see a man walking about. He didn’t look our way but he was there and I wondered if he could hear us or see us. The man’s hands roamed my chest and pinched my nipples as he grunted and pumped his cock in and out. I could feel his breath on my back, hot and sticky. My balls were swinging in the night air. “Here is comes pussy boy” he said. He pushed in and grunted. I pushed back making sure that his poz load shot into my hole and none shot anywhere else. “Thank you boy” he said as his dick softened and fell out of my hole. “Thank you Daddy and tell your friends” He quickly tucked his cock in and walked to his car. Once he left I went back to my corner, strutting around selling my merchandise - I wondered if I was suppose to get money. I shrugged it off and watched another car drive towards me. I began to panic when I saw it. It was a police car. Fuck just what I needed. It pulled up next to me and I bend down looking in the passenger window. Inside as a Hispanic police man. “What do we have here” “Waiting for my ride, ripped my shorts and he is suppose to come get me” “That’s a new one” “I don’t understand” “I’ve heard all the excuses,” he said, “your selling that ass” “I’m not” I replied and with out thinking I added, “I’m giving it away for free” “Free ass? Not a very good prostitute are you” He put his patrol car in park and got out. He was tall and built. When he got around to my side of the car, he opened the back passenger door and put me in. I watched Peter go by as I was getting in. I was pissed. “Please Sir” “Shut up bitch we are going for a ride” he said. He pulled away and we were off. “Am I under arrest” “Shut up” We drove a short distance and went down a dark alley way. He turned into an even darker loading dock and stopped the car. Shutting it off and turning off all the lights, he got out, again coming to the passenger side. He opened the door, reached in and grabbed me by my hair. “Get out here” he said pulling me. I moved quickly and got out. Grabbing my arm, he pulled me up to the hood of his car into the dark. “Hands on the hood and keep them there” he said. I did as I was told, the hood was hot from the engine running. “You run and I will taser you and take you in for hooking and resisting arrest, understand” I nodded. He let go and I stood there with my hands on the hood, bent over slightly. Using his foot he lightly kicked my leg, wanting me to widen my stance, which I did. I kept my eyes looking directly thru the windshield, staring into the car, wondering if there was a dash cam. I heard the faint sound of a zipper going down. Holy shit he’s going to fuck me, I thought. I could hear him moving behind me. He grabbed my hair again and rammed his cock in me. “You fucking piece of faggot shit” he said, “Your ass is a cum dump” He pulled my hair, making me tilt my head back. His cock was pumping in and out of my ass. HIs cock was much longer than the old man’s and just as thick. “Bet you are on of those AIDS chasing faggots.” he said, “you queer for AIDS” “Yes” I said silently. “Say it loud cock whore, scream it” “I’m an AIDS chasing faggot” I screamed into the dark alley, listening to the echo off the buildings. “You know this city is filled with AIDS carrying cock suckers and ass fuckers” he said “Yes sir” I replied. “This town is so toxic AIDS is in the water” I didn’t know what to say. “You think I have AIDS, whore” “No Sir” I said. “That’s where you are wrong faggot” he said. I couldn’t believe my ears, I was getting fucked by a cop who was toxic. Holy shit. I wished Peter was here. Fuck where was he now? The cop thrusted his cock in deep, pressing his belt into my ass. His head was next to mine. I could feel his hot breath in my air as he pressed into me harder and harder. “I’m full blown faggot” he said starting to pump my hole with is cock again. “I’m going to shoot my mutated AIDS cum deep into that neg hole of yours” “Please” “Are you begging for it or begging for me not to” he asked. “Please give me your AIDS” “You twisted fucking faggot whore” he said, “You want it?” “Yes Sir” “You better have a good reason for wanted it, for wanting death” “My boyfriend is poz, he brought me here without me knowing he had set up an escort to poz me, then other men started to come over and poz me” “That’s one twisted fucker” he said, “tell me more” “He had me dress like this and put me on the corner to get more poz loads” He was pumping my ass faster, slamming his cock into me hard. His cock was stiffening up as he listened and fucked me. “And you were willing to do this” “Yes” He was pulling my hair harder, my head went back farther and I was almost on my tip toes. His cock was pumping in and out of my hole. He was breathing heavier and heavier. His buckle was digging into my ass as he thrusted into me. “I’m close faggot, tell me again what you want” “I want your AIDS” I screamed into the darkness. “You got it” he said slamming his cock deep and dropping his weight onto my back. My insides suddenly felt hot as he shot his load into my hole. I closed my eyes and breathed deep. “Too late fucker, the damage is done” he said. He pulled his cock out of me and wiped it on my shorts. I was afraid to turn around to see if the front of his pants were a miss. “Now get the fuck out of here, you twisted fucking pervert” I didn’t hesitate. I moved quickly from the car and start almost running the way we had come in. I past the bar and saw Peter sitting in our car looking around for me. I quickly got in and closed my eyes. “What happened” he asked, “Were you arrested” “No I was fucked” I said. “Fucked? By the cop” “Yes asshole, by the cop, over the hood of his patrol car” “Was he poz” Peter asked “No he was full blown” “Huh” “He said he had AIDS you twisted fucker” Peter’s eyes grew big. He started the car and we were off. We went the same direction that I had come. I could see lights coming down the alley. When we turned onto the road to head back, red and blue lights appeared behind us. I just closed my eyes and sunk down in the seat. Peter pulled over and rolled down the window and turned off the car. Next thing I saw was the cum stained crotch of a cop in his door window. “Step out of the car, both of you” the cop said and stepped back.

I tried to move around a bit, straining against the ropes that tied me up. I moved my arms, and I could feel immediately getting choked by a noose around my throat. My feet were also tied together, and to my hands, all in one length of rope, it seemed. And there was something going on with my ass... I felt stuffed, sort of. I tried to say something, but a gag was muffling my sounds. However, my ... captor...? Master? Daddy? Kidnapper? heard me. He came over to me and looked down on my pathetic trials to get loose. He put a foot to my throat, pinning me down and stilling me immediately. I looked up as the young, vulnerable slut I was. His foot removed the gag from my mouth, only to replace it. I was sucking his toes trying to not make him angry. My cock started to get hard, actually... so I knew the drug was wearing off. - Was this your first Tina, boy? , he asked. I nodded hesitantly. - mmmm....it won't be your last. Here, drink some Gatorade. I guzzled the drink down. Wow... I immediately felt woozy again, a rush going straight to my hole... - You like it? I nodded again... not sure I could speak. - Good boy. He turned me over and released my feet, only to hold them in his hands and spreading my legs wide apart. My twitching hole was right in his sight and he didn't even hesitate one second - his dickhead nuzzled against my boy cunt and then he plunged right back inside me. I gasped. It didn't hurt, but he was filling me up so good. Man, I am a real boy whore... I just wanted more of his cock and I moaned loudly to let him know it. He obliged by fucking med deeply for a long while... - Man this looks sooo good on camera, another voice said... and I jumped - who, what? Where's that guy, where did he come from? I looked around and saw a man.... well, a younger guy, but still in his 20's. Handsome, latino guy with a very very hard cock - and he's holding a camcorder filming me getting plowed by my captor. - yeah, he said, he's already had a load and some T in him... and now some G, too! - oh a real boy whore then... He put the camcorder down, still aimed at me and my captor, filming me getting my second load in me. He started masturbating and getting his cock even harder, and now they switched places.... fuck soooo goood.... The latino guy is sliding inside me easily, I'm high, loose, lubed by cum.... oh, it's easy to fuck me. He starts fucking me hard. Man, my limp cock is just bouncing and I'm just thinking I want more, much more...I am such a horny boy slut, getting fucked by strangers in their house getting higher and higher... His load is so big, it overflows my ass and starts dripping out while he tries to pound it all back inside me. I feel satisfied for now, and would love to leave, go back home and relish in mancum the rest of the night. But no, they have other plans.

“Peter, lets go cruising for dick” I suggested. “Cool” I grabbed a pair of gym shorts out of my bag and slipped them on. Peter did the same. After each of us put on our shoes, we were out the door, each with poppers in hand. We rolled down all the windows and we set out to explore Palm Springs and cruise for cock. The air was hot blowing through the car causing each of us to start sweating, the smell was exciting. We drove through downtown. There were men everywhere. I saw a lot of men that I wanted to fuck me, but we didn't stop. As we turned down a side street, I noticed a guy walking towards us. He was shirtless. As we got closer, he grabbed his crotch. Peter slowed down and flashed the headlights. The man crabbed his crotch again, then stopped walking. We stopped next to him. “Hey buddy” I said. “Hey, looking for some poison” he asked “Looking for an injection of the deadliest” I said. “Got just what you want, but comes at a price” I motioned for him to get in the car, he adjusted his crotch again and walked to the back door. “You sure you want it” “Positive” He got in and we drove off. “What's the price of death on the street?” Peter asked “It's sold by the shot” “We want four shots!” I said quickly, “two each” “$400” the man said, “gave you the friends and family discount” “No problem” I said. “Which one of you is chasing death” “I am” I said, “he's already found death” It didn't take long to get back to the motel. The man was the first one out of the car. As I got out he grabbed my ass. I just stood there. He pulled my shorts down over my ass and squeezed each cheek. His fingers ran up inside my crack and over my hole. He stepped closer as his finger found my hole. “Looks like your quest for death has already began” “Yeah but I haven't accepted death yet” I grabbed my arm and pulled it back until my hand was on his crotch. I rubbed the front and discovered his hard cock. I squeezed it as his finger slid into my hole deep. “Come on guys,” Peter said, “lets do this inside” “Relax,” the man said, “its Palm Springs” I popped open the jeans of the man and stuck my hand in, wrapping my fingers around his thick cock. He flexed it in my hand. I moved my ass on his finger. “You’ in heat,” he said, “burning up from the inside” I pulled his cock out of his jeans. His balls were still tucked inside as I moved my ass towards his cock. He pulled his finger out of my hole and slowly pushed his cock into my sloppy hole. Reaching around he slid the finger that had been up my ass into my mouth. I eagerly sucked on his finger, tasting the loads from my ass. Peter stood by the hood of the car as the man slid his cock into my hole, between the parked cars. Peter was slowly rubbing his crotch. I pushed back on the man's hard cock, sliding it further into my hole. “I so enjoy fuckers like you,” he said, “ones who embrace death so eagerly” I slowly pulled off his cock, but left the head in then slid back down on it. He braced himself as I pulled off again. With his arms stretched out, hand on our car and hand on the one next to us, I pushed back hard and quick on his cock. I pressed back against him, feeling his jeans press into my ass. I pulled off and slammed back on his again. I continued to fuck my self on his work. “Work out my death, you twisted fucker” he said. Peter, still rubbing his cock through his shorts, was looking about to make sure no one pulled up and made trouble. I could hear cars passing by on the street, but that didn't stop me from fucking myself on the guys cock. My cock was hard trapped inside my shorts, as I moved on and off the street man’s hard cock. He suddenly grabbed my hips and pulled me back hard on his cock. He started the thrust in and out of me harder and harder. “Guys someone is driving up” Peter said, but it was too late. The car slowed as it passed us. Peter tried to get the man fucking me attention but he was focused on pumping in and out of my ass. It stopped and reversed, stopping so the driver was lined up so he could look between the cars where we were fucking. “Dude you fucking that ass?” the driver asked. “Bout to shoot in his hole” the man said. “Fuck yeah, toxic?” “Deadly” The driver pulled up and parked his car. “Ready for your first taste of my death?” I nodded as he pumped my ass harder and faster. The driver of the car had gotten out and was standing next to Peter, watching me as I was about to get my frost load out of this man. The stood there silently, Peter again rubbing his crotch as the driver rubbed Peter’s ass. “Killing you now” the man said as he slammed into me deep. His piss slit opened in my hole and he shot out a thick load of cum. He grunted with each shot. I milked his cock as he shot in me, slowly moving a bit and squeezing my hole around his cock. “That's one hundred” he said pulling out. Peter and the driver moved towards our motel room door. Leaving my ass exposed I walked a little behind them. With his cock hanging out of his jeans, our new escort walked behind me. Peter unlocked the door and the four of us went in, into the cool air.

Peter and I sat there staring at one another in silence as we waited for the next man to come and dump his poz load into my hole. I reached between my legs and felt my hole. It was wet and leaking cum. I stuck my finger into my hole, scratching the inside of my hole. I winched in the little pain I was causing myself. “What are you doing” Peter asked. “Ensuring that the virus has an entrance point and infecting me” Peter smiled and stood. His cock was rock hard and dropping pre-cum. He moved to the window and pulled the curtains open to peek out. I continued to finger my hole, really working my fingernail into my flesh. Each time I pulled it out it was getting more and more coated with drops of blood mixed with the cum in hole. Peter jumped when there was a knock at the door. I just continued to abuse my hole. I'm sure I was a sight. Sitting in a chair with my legs up fingering my hole. I looked up to see a cop at the door. Fuck! “Been reports of forced sex acts coming inside this room” the cop said. “Not really forced, Officer,” Peter stuttered out, “just some roleplaying” “What's he doing over there,” “I'm fingering my hole, Officer,” I said pulling my finger out and sucking it clean. “Why is that” “Getting it ready for the next cock to shoot a poz load deep into my hole” “You’re a willing participant in getting infected” “Yes,” I said to him. “We are waiting for a guy to show up and fuck him” Peter said. “Unless you want to fuck me with your big gun, Officer” I added. The officer stood there looking. He cocked his head and said: “Are you trying to solicit an officer of the law?” “No, Sir nothing like that” Peter said. “Yes I am,” I said, “I want that cock of yours up my hole” “Shut up before we get in some real trouble” Peter said. I stood up and walked over to the officer. He stepped a little closer to door, so he was part way in and part out. Bravely and confidently, I reached out and grabbed his crotch. I could feel his hard cock in his pants. I looked over to Peter, his eyes were wide open. “Take it out and suck it” the officer ordered me. I dropped to my knees and unzipped his black uniform pants. I squeezed my hand inside and wrestled with his cock and balls, pulling them out through the zipper. His cock was about six inches and as thick as a beer can. His balls were big and already pulled up to his body. I stuck my tongue out and slowly licked the head of his cock. I could taste the sweat that had dried on his cock. I wrapped my lips around his head and slowly slid my lips down his shaft. I swallowed the whole cock and only stopped when I had my face pressed into his uniform pants. He put his big hand on the back of my head and pressed me into his crotch. His hips pumped into my face as he did. His balls were pressed tightly against my chin. He released and I coughed a little. I pulled my lips back slowly until they met the ridge of his cock head, then I slide back down on his cock. It must have been a sight to the people passing by, a cop in a door way getting a wet blow job from a cum dump. Peter was slowly stroking his cock watching me suck the cops cock. “Get up his ass, you dumb fuck” the cop said to Peter. Peter jumped, moved quickly behind me, dropping to his knees. He lined up his hard cock with my hole and pushed in. He slowly started to pump his cock in and out of my hole. His thrusts in were pushing me further on the cop’s cock. Peter was slowly fucking my hole, just thrusting into me hard. “Oh fuck, let me show you how to use that fuck hole” The cop pulled out of my mouth, pushing me into the room. Peter fell back and his cock popped out of my hole. We quickly moved into the room and closed the door. I got up and moved to the bed, laying down on my back, lifting my legs in the air. “Look at that sloppy fuck hole,” the cop said. He lined up his cock and rammed it in my hole. I could feel my hole stretching around his cock. He didn't wait, he started to pump in and out of my hole. I could feel cum leaking out. His big balls were being smashed between us. His belt was hitting my ball sac. My cock was hard laying on my stomach. Peter was standing beside the bed, his cock just hanging out hard. He had a look of surprise and wonder on his face. I don't think this fucking was real, I did seem like something out of a dream. The cop had grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wide and thrusting his cock in my hole. I could see sweat bearing up on his forehead. His tongue licked his lips over and over. His cock was rock hard in my hole, signaling he wasn't going to last much longer. He slammed his cock deep in me and shot his load. His cock pulsed out a thick load of cum deep inside me. Once done he pulled out, then went into the bathroom. I could hear running water and knew he was cleaning up. When he came out his cock was back in his pants and zipped up. “Damn Officer, that was fucking hot” I said “That service ain't free,” he said sternly. “What” Peter said? “It's a C-note for the fuck and another twenty for the cleaning of my pants” “That's extortion” Peter said. “These are the other option” he said pulling out his cuffs. “Don't be an asshole, Peter. Pay the man” I said even though I'm sure I could get fucked in jail. Peter got his wallet and paid the officer, almost still unwilling to part with the money. “I will spread the word about that hole” he said turning and leaving. Not seconds after he left there was another knock on the door. The next fuck was arriving, late but at least he showed.

Still in a daze, I jumped on his back, clean or not I was going to fuck one of my last negative loads into him right now. I didn’t care. “You get to get every load I pump out from now until I test poz, you hear me fucker” “Yes Sir.” I didn’t lube his ass or my cock. I was going in dry and I was going in fast. I lined my cock up with his hole. I could feel the heat coming off it. He was motionless under me. I began to push hard against his hole and it was not opening. I slapped the side of his hip twice and it gave up a little resistance, allowing me to pop the head in. Peter screamed a little. I grabbed a pillow with one hand and pulled his head up with his hair and forced the pillow under him. I continued to push my cock in his hole. I forced his face into the pillow. “Scream in that you fucking wimp” I said. I pushed harder into his dry hole, my dick moved quickly and hit bottom. I felt him struggle as he screamed louder into the pillow. I didn’t give him time to get use to me. I didn’t have much time, I was sure he had another person lined up for my hole. I began to fuck his hole hard and fast, slapping his hip as I did. He was screaming a lot less but still screaming from the pain. His hole didn’t feel as good as it usually did but I didn’t care I wanted him to hurt. I slammed my cock into him and shot my load. “One less neg load in me fucker” I said pulling out of him. My cock was pretty clean except for a few bright pink spots on my shaft, a mixture of cum and blood. “Go clean up fucker” Peter jumped off the bed and went into the bath room, just as his phone went off again. It was another text message. The guy would be here in fifteen minutes to poz my hole. “Next poz fucker will be here in 15” I yelled to Peter in the bathroom. He came out still wiping his ass with a wet cloth. He looked hurt and confused. “Fuck baby that’s a side I have never seen” he said to me. “You deserved it with what you did to me” “I fucking love it” he said smiling. “Piss me off again and it will come out” I went over to him and put my arms around him, hugging him tight. I stared right into his eyes. “Thank you Peter, this is going to be a great vacation” I said. I kissed him hard and deep as his phone went off again. I was hoping it was the next man saying he was hear early as we continued to kiss.

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Part 6 I lay on the cot in our room, my mind spinning, my asshole both hurting and still wanting more. Master sat in a chair, smoking a tobacco pipe and just looked at his new property. Master. I didn't even know his name. This man now owned me, fucked me up, and whored my ass out, and I had no idea who he was. All I knew was I was his property now. Just a little over 24 hours ago, I was the supreme being. Now here I was a chemed up fuckslut. A God like jock brought down to sub human levels. I was just a cumdump toilet, and I was loving it. Master took another little baggie out, and layed out 2 fat lines on the dirty floor. Handing me a straw, I snorted them both, causing a burning in my throat. But this was something different. Quickly a new sensation took over me. I just layed on the dirty floor and stared into space, unable to move. I was aware of my surroundings, yet felt like I was out of my body. "You're in a K hole boy. Just ride it out, it won't last long." What else could I do? I couldn't move. I just floated into outer space. After a while, I have no idea how long, I drifted back into my body, but still felt like a puddle. I felt Master doing something around my cock, then the prick of a needle. Soon I could feel my cock trying to get hard in the spiked cage. The spikes digging painfully into my flesh. But oddly, the pain just further excited me. Master then wrapped a band around my arm and soon I felt that prick again, followed by the most intense rush I've had yet, and a coughing fit. "That was a .5 slam bitch. Now you should be more than ready for the rest of the night. I told you, you're the main attraction tonight!" With that he grabbed my leash and led me down the hallway to a large room. A large crowd of men had assembled, waiting for me to arrive. I was made to stand up, and my wrists were placed in cuffs hanging from the ceiling. Ankle cuffs were also attached. Then the chain's attached were pulled apart, stretching my body out spread eagle, so I was hanging with only my toes touching the ground. WHACK!!! I screamed out in pain and shock at the sudden contact of a whip against my bare back. Quickly more and more were administered to my vulnerable body, back, shoulders, thighs, calves and ass. I wailed and spasmed in pain, jerking around as I hung there, unable to protect my naked body. For the first time, tears started flowing from my eyes. Over and over the whip attacked my body, till I burned from head to toe. Then the attacks started on my chest. The entire front of my body was whipped like my back had been. Up and down it hit me, leaving burning welts all over. My nipples were attacked extra hard as I threw my head back and howled. Finally, my balls were savagely attacked, causing such pain I thought I would pass out. But the drugs kept me concious. And my cock strained within it spiked prison. Finally, my body burning, covered in sweat, I was released from the chain's, and placed in a sling. I was quickly tied down and immobilized. Then Master approached me, lubing up his hand. With no effort, he rammed 4 fingers right in my sloppy cunt. I moaned as he pushed them around, in and out, stretching me further. Soon he added his thumb, pushing more and more against my sphincter. Someone tied a popper soaked rag around my nose, and I inhaled deeply. Then it happened. Masters fist popped through my assring, right into my guts. I saw stars and the neurons in my brain exploded like the fucking 4th of July! I twisted and jerked, crying in extasy as Master made me a puppet on his arm. He pushed deeper in me, past my inner ring, opening me deep. Soon half of his hairy arm was buried deep in my pussy. Someone unlocked my cock cage, releasing my big cock, allowing it to throb freely. Then Master pulled his arm out, leaving his fist in my cunt. Next he lined up his cock next to his wrist, and pushed it inside. Grabbing my hard cock with his free hand, he jerked me hard and fast while he jerked his own cock inside my ass. Soon we were both blowing our loads in the most intense orgasm I had ever known. A huge built up load sprayed all over my chest and stomach while Master jerked his load off into my ass. The crowd just watched in amazement. He pulled out of my ass, and left me there in the sling. The rest of my night was spent getting fucked and fisted by anyone who wanted to help permanently pulverize my teen jock cunt. My cunt would never be the same after that night.

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I feel to my knees, my cock sticking straight up against my stomach. He undid his belt and shoved his pants down, kicking them off as he stepped towards me. Having worn no underwear as soon as his pants were off his cock sprung free pointing right at me, the head already glinting with a little precum. “Open your mouth,” he groweled, and smacked me on the lips with his thick cock head. Large angry looking veins like those that twisted across his arms stood out from the turgid shaft of penis, and I imagined how they would feel sliding in and out of my hole. I parted my lips allowing him to thrust the head of his cock inside my mouth. As he did so I clamped my lips tight around it and began to bathe his cock with my tongue. Forcefully he began to press his cock deeper inside of my mouth until he hit the back of my throat causing me to gag a little. I tried to pull off of his cock a little but his hands had found their way to the back of my head and head me fast. My head held firmly in place between his massive hands this great bulk of a man began to fuck my face slowly. I chocked and gagged on his cock as he forced it a little deeper with every thrust. As the head of his cock got to the back of my throat I tried repeatedly to swallow, allowing his cock to slide down my throat but each time he pulled back for another assault. Then, finally, with a particularly brutal thrust he allowed my swallow to pull him down my throat till his balls rested against my chin. Spit, and precum dripped down my chin as I deep throated his cock, unable to keep my lips tight around his thick veined shaft. “Fuck yeah boy, swallow my cock. Get it nice and wet for your hole.” As he savagely fucked my face my cheeks began to hurt, and snot began to run from my nose as tears sprung to my eyes. I was a slobber covered mess when he finally, still holding me head still, pulled his now dripping cock from my mouth. I tried to wipe my face with the back of my hand but there was too much to deal with. He just smiled at me and said, “good job, now on your back on the bed.” I scrambled off the floor and practically leapt onto the bed, laying on my back with my legs stuck up in the air. He smiled at me again, advancing towards me his ridged cock pointing straight forward at me. Without saying a word he walked toward me and, lining his cock up to my hole, pressed inside of me. True to his word only used the juices from my throat and the small drip of cum that was escaping my hole as lube as he forced his thick member inside of me. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head as I felt my hole spread wide around his cock. He advances slowly, stretching my sphincter around his massive girth, till at long last his balls came to rest on my ass. I opened my eyes and looked up into his, which glinted wickedly as he pulled out slowly from my hole again. My ring clung to his shaft as he withdrew, the tugging sending waves through me. “Chad wasn’t lying,” he said, as he began to fuck me, ‘Your hole feels so good wrapped around my cock. I’m gonna knock you up good before I tell the other guys to come over and use your hole.” Those were the last words he said to me. He then closed his eyes, and his hands on my thighs pressing my legs apart and down he began to slam into my ass. It was different from how Chad had fucked me, this was not about both of us, this was only about him. His cock punched into my hole over and over again, hammering away at my guts and I cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain with each penetrating thrust. Sweat sprung up all over my body and I felt the heat rising in the room. My hole began to make wet sloppy sounds as this stranger’s cock battered it loose. He kept up a steady string of animalistic grunts as he wrecked my hole, his breathing short and ragged. I watched the muscles in his torso and arms flex as he forced his cock forward, the veins in his powerful arms bulging slightly with the effort. My whole body shook with each powerful jackhammer like thrust and I knew that my hole was being destroyed. I, however, didn’t care; it felt too good. I had found that place of peace, and was doing what I was meant to do: taking a man’s raw cock up my ass. Eventually his rhythm changed from the hole destroying jackhammer to random quick thrusts of the whole length of his cock, he was getting close. Letting out a sound like the roar of a lion he slammed into me and held his pulsing cock deep inside of me. As his load emptied into my guts I felt a sense of euphoria wash over me. Once his cock had stopped twitching he pulled out, spanked my ass once and moved to go put his clothes on. Without saying a word he dressed quickly and then, with only a wink was gone. I lay there on the bed, cum dripping from my battered hole, my legs still in the air for a long moment. My phone buzzed. Slowly I let down my legs and rolled over to grab my phone from the nightstand. It was a text from Chad. Good job boy. Next guy is on his way. He’ll be there in ten. I smiled and slipped a finger into my loose hole.

I lent back on the bed, fingered my hole feeling the wet sticky cum slowly leaking out. My eyes were closed and I dreamed of taking more cock, feeling raw dicks sliding inside of me, feeling their loads shooting into my ass. My cock was hard but I didn’t care about it, I had a hunger growing inside of me that needed to be slaked. My phone buzzed, with my free hand I grabbed it and checked the message. It was from Chad. I got a few buddies who are interested. You feel like traveling or just wanna stick your ass in the air and have the cock come to you. Come to me, I want more and fast. I responded. You’re at the Hotel Edison right? Yeah. Great. Two guys already said they would be willing to come over. What room? I hesitated for a moment, my fingers stilled in my hole, could I have a parade of guys coming to my hotel room? Then very suddenly I decided that I didn’t care, and responded. 225 Great. First guy will be there in probably fifteen, he just lives on 56/8. I might come over in a few hours but I’ve got another boy who needs my seed first. I told my friend you would open the door naked and serve him as he sees fit, if he likes the service he gets he’ll tell the next guy to come over. Understand? Yes. Good. I’ll talk to you after boy. Have fun. I put the phone down, my hands trembling. Chad had said the guy would be here in fifteen minutes, almost ten minutes ago. I got up and paced around the room, my hole twitching with anticipation, my crack still felt wet and slick with Chad’s cum. Just when I was thinking maybe I should turn on the tv for a distraction there came a sharp knock on the door. He was early I thought. I walked to the door, still naked, and looked through the peephole. All I could see was a broad torso clad in a cut of t shirt that was barely wide enough to cover the man’s broad pecs. I stepped back and opened the door, keeping my naked body out of view of the hallway. The man stepped in and smiled at me. He was tall, even taller then Chad probably six-four or so, he had the solid massive build of a footballer and the strong scruffy face of a lumberjack. Arms knotted with veins and muscles stuck out from the deep cut sides of his shirt, which bore an Equinox gym logo. Thick bushes of dark brown hair jutted from his pits matching the deep color of his beard. His shaved head glinted slightly in the light. All around him hung the slight delicious odor of sweat and sex as if he had already fucked a boy once today. Although, guessing from the fact that Chad was probably balls deep in some boy’s ass right now, that probably wasn’t too far from the truth. “Hi,” I said rather sheepishly. “Damn,” he said in a deep voice broadened with a thick Brooklyn accent, “Chad said you were a hot fucked but…damn.” He crossed his arms over his chest grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it off over his head revealing a rippling muscular torso. He had the sort of body that took perfect calculation to achieve, obviously bulging muscles softened by a thin layer of fat that gave him a naturally built look. Thick dark hair covered his body reinforcing the lumberjack. He toyed with one large pink nipple while he looked my naked body up and down. “So here’s the deal boy, with me there are no names, you just do as I say and I’ll give a good report to the next guy in line to breed your hole. You don’t do as I say and I tell him to go home. Got it.” “Yes,” I replied breathlessly. “Good, so get on your knees and we my cock, cause Chad’s cum and your spit are the only lube your gonna get from me.”

Part 3: Wes knelt behind me, unbuckled my belt and slipped my pants down. His hands gripped my ass and I jumped. His hands were rough and callous. His grip on my cheeks was firm. I guess that’s what what one would expect from someone like a mechanic, but I had never expected to be in this position. In a hotel room, in a strange town, naked, with a stranger manhandling my ass. His hands split my ass cheeks like a melon. I could feel his warm breath on my sphincter. He held still for a minute, not moving, just his warm breath on the ring of my ass. I shivered and again felt butterflies in my stomach. My ass tightened impulsively, which earned me a hard slap on my ass. I almost jumped to me feet, but Wes' tight grip held me in place as he ordered me to relax. Then I felt his scratchy stubble like sandpaper on the tender skin of my ass crack. Then something wet and spongy was touching me down there, encircling my ring, playfully flicking it. Oh fuck! He was licking my ass! It was so nasty but I uncontrollably grunted in pleasure, as shivers ran up and down my spine. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Wes' tongue circled faster now, teasing, licking, and tasting my hole, pushing into the centre, testing it’s resistance. I involuntarily tightened again, which earned me another slap, so, as best I could, I willed my ass to relax. Which was, to be sure, hard to do given the sensations Wes was sending up my spine and down my legs. The motions of Wes’ tongue sent vibrations throughout my entire body, and I gripped the bedspread tightly as if I could, even as I struggled to relax my hole. Then my tight puckered ass finally relaxed and I felt the tip of his tongue push through. Just inside me. I wanted more. No. I needed it. I needed his tongue deeper. As my rock hard dick rubbed against the hotel blanket I tried to push my ass back but Wes was in charge, and tightly held me still. Yeah, Wes was in control. This would go at his pace. I had no choice but surrender to his expertise. I wanted to cry in frustration, but then he clearly knew what he was doing. A thought bubbled to my mind. Unwanted. Something from a Sex Ed class or something years ago. “Are you… are you… “ I struggled to form words even as he was making me feel so good. “Are you on medication?” He pulled back just long enough to answer “No,” as his tongue entered me again, finally pushing a little deeper before pulling back, when he added "I've never taken them and have a high viral load. My CD4’s are low.” Again his tongue entered in my hole. It was so hard to think. Then Wes remarked “Doc gave me an AIDS diagnosis a couple years ago.” His fingers slipped further into my crack, pulling at the edges of my pucker so his tongue could push in deeper still. A trickle of sweat ran down my back. He asked “Want me to stop?” Some part of me knew he was playing me, working me up so he could have his way. I didn’t care. “Oh god, no! Please don’t stop.” I heard him chuckle as he slipped a finger in my hole. My back door gripped him tightly but he was in at least to the joint. His finger slipping in and out. Pushing deeper. His tongue licking around the outside. Then Wes' finger touched something inside of me. I’m sure I saw stars. I thought he had aroused me before but this was a whole new level. I could feel pre-cum dripping from my throbbing hard-on. I could hear myself moaning. Both were distant though. Whatever that lump was inside of me that he was touching made me not care about anything else. “Fuck! You are tight,” he remarked, paused, and then added, "But we’ll fix that.” I felt an additional finger pushing into my ass, so m y sphincter was stretched around two of his rough fingers. A sharp flash of pain made me jump again. Again, another slap, but I glanced behind to see he was again wearing that cruel smile of his, as he commented “Guess I was lying in the truck earlier when I told you I wouldn’t bite.” He allowed me a little more motion now and I felt myself pushing back into his probing digits. My moans grew louder. Echoing off the walls. He pulled his fingers out and his tongue dove back inside me. Then I heard a knock on the door. Startled, I jumped, and received another slap on my butt cheek. Wes, on the other hand, was clearly not surprised. His tongue did not stop working my hole as he reached back and opened the door. “Shit! He’s a noisy fuck isn’t he?” a voice said. I saw it was Ken. He might have been smiling but his smile seemed to be somehow cruel, sort of like that which Wes presented. Ken slipped off his tie and threw it in the corner of the room and unbuttoned the top couple buttons on his shirt, his eyes glued tightly on my ass and on Wes’ tongue as it drilled into my hole. “Don’t know how you do it, Wes, it's like you can smell a ripe peach ready to be picked,” Ken laughed at his own joke, but not surprisingly Wes didn’t reply. He was too busy working me into a frenzy. Ken sat down on the chair in the corner and intently watched. Wes slipped two fingers back inside, now all the way to the knuckle. Again, I felt the stretching sensation as a third finger forced its way inside alongside the two that were already there. His other hand alternately rubbing my butt cheeks and grabbling my hips to pull me back onto his finger fuck. Click. I glanced over to see Ken had a smartphone in his hand, taking pictures. Click. Click. As his other hand rubbed the sizeable bulge in his trousers. The three fingers in my rectum were stretching apart like an expanding triangle. Prying my cheeks apart, opening me further. Wes’ tongue pushed further in between his fingers, and was able to reach deeper than he had reached earlier. My ass surrounding to lust, opening for him. Then Wes stood but he kept his fingers in my hole. Stretching me. Thrusting in and out. His pants were still open. His dick still sticking out of his fly. Even harder now than when he was in my mouth. “You ready, boy?” I swallowed my fear. Before today I had considered myself straight as an arrow. Now I was bent over a bed, three fingers in my ass, a hard cock ready to enter me, and more turned on than I had ever been. “Yes.” My thread was dry and my voice raspy. Wes pulled his fingers back but did not fully remove them. “Are you sure?” “Yes!” “Yes what?” as he pushed three fingers knuckle-deep. “Please…, please fuck me!” “You want dick inside you?” “Yes… I want it.” “You want this toxic cock to fuck you? You want my AIDS infected dick in your hole?” “Yes!” He started pulling his fingers out again. “Beg,” he ordered. And in his voice was the hint of a threat. A threat that he would stop. “Beg for my cock. Convince me that you really want it or I will walk out right now.” “Please don’t go!” My voice was cracking. I thought I might cry. I sounded so pathetic. Ken was still holding the phone but not clicking any more. He was taking a video. My de-flowering was to be a communal event. “Please…” I was shaking but I couldn’t stop the words. “Please fuck me. I need it… I want you inside me. I want your… your… toxic dick in me.” “You want me to bust your cherry wide open? To make you the dirty bitch you were born to be?” His fingers thrust in and out of my ass again. “To turn this into a pussy?” “Yes! Oh god yes! Please take my cherry ass.” “I won’t pull out. You will get my dirty seed deep inside you. My AIDS infected cum. “ “Yes! Please. I want to feel your cock inside me. I want your cum. Your dirty, toxic cum.” His fingers pulled out. One hand gripped my left hip as his other hand held the shaft of his dick which he lining-up with my hole. Then, guiding his cock forward, he snarled “Ok, faggot, you've asked for it.” His dick felt different than his fingers or his tongue. Like a lead pipe wrapped in foam padding. It was bigger. I cried out. Despite Wes’ preparations, it hurt like hell. He didn’t stop, though. He simply pushed forward. My sphincter tightened. Another hard slap on my ass. “Goddam it! Relax!” he hissed behind me. I tried to obey. My ass resisted, still tensing. Wes’ hips were insistent, pushing forward and forcing his way inside. I screamed and tears ran down my eyes. My cock hung limply now. “Come on, boy. You can take it…. you are half-way there.” Wes gripped my left hip with one hand, pulling my ass further up into position, while his other hand pushed my head down flat to the bed. He was raising my ass to meet his cock. Wes was merciless. Flashes of pain seared me on each thrust. But along with that pain was a pleasure unlike anything I had ever felt before. Each thrust inside felt like he was splitting me in half. But it also rubbed that lump in my ass, making me tremble with pleasure. Each time he pulled back I whimpered, feeling empty and waiting eagerly for the next thrust. Ken was nearby. Alternately snapping pictures and shooting videos, as he also managed to rub his own cock. I could see a ring of pre-cum seeping through his trousers. Wes pushed forward again, slipping slightly deeper. “Fuck yeah!. Cornhole that boy!” Ken cheered, aiming the phone to get a clear video of the cock in my ass. “You are really tearing that hole up!” He panned the phone up my body until he the video showed my face, red and covered in sweat and tears, the shape of Wes’s gaunt body humping my ass clearly visible over my shoulder. “You should see his face.” Ken laughed. “Little bitch is crying like a baby.” “Don’t care about his face.” Wes replied. Wes pulled his cock out slightly then slammed it back in, suddenly forcing his hard rod deeper into me. Again my mouth opened to scream but I no sound came. “Almost there….” Wes grunted. “Please…. please. Don’t stop. Give it to me all the way inside.” Again he thrust. Hard. Insistent. Deeper. Again. Again. I could feel him getting further inside me with each thrust. Then I felt it. First an itching sensation. His pubic hair touched the inside of my butt crack… the skin already tender from the stubble on his face. Then something touching just below my hole. He was balls deep in my ass and I could feel his sack resting against me as he came to a stop. “There you go, boy. All the way in.” He held his dick there for a moment. “Fuck!” Ken said, getting a close up shot of my stuffed ass. “That cherry has been fucked to hell.” Wes gripped my hips tightly. “So, boy, do you like it?” “Oh god, yes. It hurts but it feels so good. I feel so full…” I babbled on for a minute until he suddenly pulled back until just the head of his dick was inside me. My babbling stopped. “Good. Now the fuck can really begin.” He thrust forward suddenly, burying himself back in my hole, his balls slapping my ass. He pulled back again. Then thrust his six inch dagger all the way in. Again. Again. Again. Each time picking up speed. It still hurt. Each time. But the pain was less now. The pleasure was more. My dick was hard again. I lifted my ass back to meet his thrust. I was panting like a dog. Thrust. Again. Harder. I could feel sweat dripping off of him. Dripping onto me. Mingling with my own. Running down my back. Sliding down and dripping off my ass. Ken was still clicking pictures, shooting video. My ass, dick, my face. I didn’t care. “Getting close…” Wes moaned. “Beg me for me seed. Beg me to POZ your ass!” “Yeah!” I managed to say. “Do it. Cum in me… give me your disease!” “Say it!” His hands were gripping my hips like a vice. “POZ my hole. Please! POZ my hole!” We fucked like animals. Grunting, moaning, panting, the slap of Wes’ balls against my ass as he slammed inside me. Then the slapping faded, and a part of my brain knew Wes' were are drawing up, that he was about to deliver his toxic seed in my ass. His dick kept expanding, swelling in my hole. But I was lost in the moment. No words now. Just grunts. Another deep grunt behind me.…. then “Fffffuuuuuuccccckkkkk!!!!” He froze balls-deep inside me, - and came! Pulsing. Again and again. Warm goo blowing deep inside my ass, filling me, even as his cum surrounded his dick. Wes held his dick there, deep inside my ass, until his breathing settled. He slid his cock about with small thrusts a few times, but not once pulling out. "Just wanna make sure I work that load really deep,” he explained. His hands pushed forward on my hips, still not pulling out of my ass, but instead pushing me off his cock. I felt him leaving me and tried to tighten my ass, but I couldn't grip him, so finally he exited my ass - with a slight pop. I lay forward on the bed. Still breathing heavily. My dick was still hard but my own cum load is sticky beneath me on the bed. I had shot my load and not even noticed. I felt something warm and sticky slide out from inside me and roll down my balls. Wes’ cum. Wes’ AIDS cum. My lust abated, if not satisfied, and I was suddenly afraid. What had I done? I tried to get up but Wes had a hand on my ass and his finger kept encircling my hole. His rough hand still felt good and I found myself content to enjoy the attention. Then he presented his finger to my mouth, and I could see his finger was covered with the cum leaking from my hole. My lips parted without being asked and his finger slid into my mouth. I sucked on the finger, tasting his cum. It was salty but sweet. And there was something else: the taste of my own ass. My cock throbbed underneath me as I lay there, content to nurse his finger. Then Ken broke the mood, saying to Ken “Your turn, sloppy seconds… just the way you like it.”