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Please note I wish this was me. If anyone wants to help it become me please leave me a voicemail at 415 xxx-xxxx. Kyle was only a senior at suburban Chicago high school. He had just turned 18 and at 5’10” he had a solid, runner’s build. With his good looks he could get any girl (or guy) he wanted, but he hadn’t begun to explore his sexuality, he was a nerd (a very cute nerd, including the glasses) and was more into school and grades. Kyle was fortunate to have a loving mother, but since his father died when he was barley 13. He was without a male influence in his life at the most important stage in his young life, puberty. Even after his father’s death, Kyle was always able to come and go as he pleased. This became easier for Kyle when his mother gave him a car for his 16th birthday. It was common for Kyle to be out all night…that is as long as he let his mom know that he wouldn’t be home. On this particular Friday, Kyle was going to check out one of the major university in the city of Chicago. He drove into the city and parked his car in a lot a few blocks from the campus. He met with an admission counselor and took a tour of the campus. The tour was conducted by a current student at the school. After the tour Kyle was hungry and decided to grab a late lunch. He headed to the student union and grabbed a sandwich and, since he didn’t know anyone at the school, sat at a table by himself. There were student’s coming and going as he relaxed and ate his lunch. Soon a couple of older students, he guessed that they must be seniors, sat down with him. They introduced themselves. “Hey there, I’m Ricky and that’s my roommate Tyler.” As they shook hands Kyle introduced himself, “I’m Kyle.” Tyler commented, “We’ve never seen you here before, where’s a good looking guy like you been hiding?” “I’m not a student here, at least not yet…..I am going to start in the fall.” Ricky then said, “Right on! We’re having a few of our friends over for a party tonight, you should come over. Where are you spending the night?” “Well, I was just going to drive back home after I finished eating. I live in the northwest suburbs of Chicago.” The two college men invited Kyle to come over and spend the night. The way the two were talking to the high school senior he felt like he couldn’t refuse. He had been to his share of high school parties with beer and pot. He knew he could control himself as to not make a fool of himself in front of a group of college students. “Sure, that sounds like it will be a lot of fun. I figure I will get to make some good friends here before I classes start this fall.” “Right on!” exclaimed Ricky. Kyle finished eating and the three left. As Kyle followed behind the two older college men he called and left a message for his mom that he was hanging with a few college guys and wouldn’t be home till the morning. He always felt a little sheepish, but maybe at this party he could break out and be more of a leader. After a good walk the three came to an old apartment building. Kyle followed the two other men as they climbed up to the top floor and he wondered to himself why the building looked to have four floors but they lived on the third floor. His curiosity would be answered cause as he was led into the only apartment on the top floor he discovered that they lived in a unit intended for the building’s owner. The main floor had a decent kitchen, a large living room with a den and a full bath with there were four bedrooms up stairs. “Just you two live here?” “It will be just us two this summer, in the fall we usually look for a few guys to occupy the other bedrooms” Tyler told him. Ricky offered Kyle a beer and they all settled in the living room to watch the Cub’s game. The three sat on the large sectional couch across from the 60” plasma with Kyle between the two roommates. The sectional was big enough so they had adequate space between each as to not make Kyle uncomfortable. Kyle drank his beer slowly and as he did he began to feel warm. He noticed that Ricky and Tyler had slipped their shirts off and were now just sitting in their cargo shorts. These two had great bodies with well defined pecs, arms and flat abs….Kyle felt a little self conscious about removing his shirt. Tyler made the suggestion, “Make yourself at home, get comfortable.” They could tell that Kyle was not comfortable about taking his shirt off and made the suggestion, “Kyle, it get’s warm in the apartment, why don’t you slip your shirt off…I’m sure you’ll feel cooler with it off.” It seemed like Kyle took that as a command as he removed his shirt to reveal his lean, thin build. Ricky helped boost Kyle’s self esteem, “Kyle you got a nice body for a young dude. I can see a lot of potential for you. You work out at all?” “A little….I’m more into my studies then working out. I run a lot though.” “What do you think Ricky, with a little work and our guidance we could make something out of that body of his.” “Right on!” Ricky agreed. “You really think I could be built like you?” Tyler told the shy teen, “Sure we do.” This brought a smile to Kyle’s face. He drank more of his beer and began to feel warmer and a little horny. Here he was with two good looking guys watching the Cubs and he was getting hard. He did his best to hide his growing erection, but it was not able to and soon both Ricky and Tyler noticed and knew it was time to launch their plan. Hey slid in closer to Kyle and Ricky put his hand on Kyle’s thigh as Tyler put his arm around the teen. Kyle was not quick enough to protest….he actually felt comfortable with what the two were doing. Before Kyle knew it Tyler removed his glasses and was pulling him in for a kiss while Ricky moved his hand up his leg into his shorts. This was all new to Kyle; he had never been with anyone sexually except himself. He figured he’d go with it, and if he didn’t like it then he’d know he wasn’t gay. But he was discovering that he did like the way these two hot studs were making him feel. He felt his senses going into over load as Ricky played with his seven inch cut cock and Tyler’s tongue probed into his mouth. It didn’t take long before Kyle’s shorts and boxers were on the ground. Ricky began to lick and suck Kyle’s cock as Tyler pulled Kyle down to his crotch. As Tyler held his head down he moved his cargo shorts down revealing a nice eight inch cut cock. Tyler urged - no, commanded Kyle lick his cock, “Lick my cock, lick it from the base to the tip.” Kyle was in virgin territory and did was he felt was right, just follow their directions. The last thing he wanted the roommates to know was that he was a virgin. Kyle’s lack of experience showed when Ricky told him to suck Tyler’s cock. He wasn’t sure what to do and did the best he could just getting the tip in his mouth. “Watch the teeth Kyle!” Kyle pulled off for a second, saying “Sorry.” Ricky could tell that Kyle was about to cum and the two didn’t want that just yet. He pulled off Kyle’s cock and came up to kiss he lover, Tyler. The two roommates whispered to each other as Kyle continued to try and do his best to suck Tyler. Tyler asked, “Is this the first time you’ve ever sucked a guy’s cock?” Kyle kept stroking Tyler’s cock as he lifted his head and attempted to deny this fact. Ricky let him know, “It’s ok if you’ve never done this before. We can teach you, we can teach you a lot.” Kyle felt more at ease and admitted the truth, “Yeah, I’ve never done this before….I’m a virgin.” Tyler asked, “So, you think you’re gay?” “I don’t really know….I’ve never been with a guy - or girl." “It’s ok”, Ricky reassured him, “Let’s head up stairs and get comfortable and we can teach you everything.” They headed up the stairs, stark naked, and went into the master bedroom. There Kyle sat down as Tyler stepped into the bathroom for a second. When he returned he had a bottle of poppers, a few white and blue pills and something else that Kyle couldn’t see. Kyle asked, “What are the pills for?” Tyler told him, “The blue ones will keep you hard and horny,” Ricky said, “The white one will relax you.” Kyle naivety showed, he figured that these guys knew what they were doing, they wouldn’t hurt him. He swallowed the pills. “What’s the little brown bottle for?” Tyler said “Those are poppers, they also help relax you when you sniff them” as he opened the bottle and took a couple deep hits in each nostril. He then handed the bottle to Ricky and he did the same. They then handed the bottle to Kyle and he didn’t even hesitate when he took his hits. Kyle’s head was spinning. The ecstasy was beginning to kick in as the poppers hit him hard. The roommates knew that they had him right where they wanted him. Before Kyle knew what was happening Ricky grabbed his left arm and Tyler stuck him with a needle. The next thing Kyle felt was a warmth rush up his arm and felt it difficult to breath. He coughed out a couple times. He heard a ringing in his ears and felt as if he was floating. When he started to gain a comprehension as to what was happening….he was on his back with his legs on Ricky’s shoulders. He looked up at Ricky as he began to realize that he was being fucked. Kyle didn’t say a word, he simply moaned out in pleasure to what was happening. Tyler was over his head and as Kyle came around, Tyler began to feed Kyle his cock. Kyle eagerly sucked it down and, with the position he was in, took it down his throat. With a free hand he reached down to feel Ricks cock sliding in and out of his ass when he made a startling discovery….Ricky was not wearing a rubber. For a brief moment Kyle panicked, he remembered all the lectures and videos he watched in health class on STD’s and safe sex, but after Tyler shoved the poppers back under his nose forcing him to take some deep hits. His head was spinning as he heard the two college studs talking. “Ricky, this fag can make us some good cash over the next four years.” “Right on! With some good training and the proper encouragement he’ll be a perfect addition to our crew. Hey Ty, how much did you give him?” “Close to two quarters.” “That’s a good start, we got to get him hooked so he will be depended on us.” Kyle barely heard yet understood what the studs were talking about. “I’m getting close Ty….he’s got one hot ass here.” “Breed him bro, breed his virgin ass.” Ricky looked down at Kyle and told him, “Look at me, keep those baby blues on mine.” Tyler pulled his cock from Kyle’s mouth, “There’ll be plenty of time to teach you to suck cock and swallow cum.” Kyle looked up at Tyler as he spoke and was reminded, “LOOK AT ME BITCH!” as he felt a hand slap him across his face. He looked up at Ricky. “I want you to remember this, always look at the John’s eyes when he fucks you, ESPECIALLY WHEN HE IS ABOUT TO CUM IN YOUR ASS!” Kyle had his eyes locked on Ricky as he heard him start to moan and grunt. He punctuated each thrust with a grunt. Then it happened, “FUCK I’M CUMMING!!!! I’M BEEDING YOUR ASS, YOUR VIRGIN NEG HOLE. IT BELONGS TO ME NOW!!!” As Ricky’s orgasm concluded he ground his cock inside Kyle’s formerly virgin hole making sure that every ounce of his seed was massaged into his gut. Ricky pulled his still hard cock out of Kyle and he was quickly replaced by Tyler’s. “MY TURN TO CLAIM YOUR ASS AS MY OWN!” Tyler exclaimed as he rammed the entire length of his 8” cock inside the teen. With the change in position he was able to get a good look at the cock that had taken his virginity and probably his health. Ricky’s cock was the same length as Tyler’s, but uncut. Since Tyler had his cock down Kyle’s throat he had already worked his balls to near boiling point. He began to breath heavier as Kyle could feel his cock thicken. Kyle had his eyes locked on Tyler as the stud reached the point of no return. “UH, UH, UH, TAKE MY CHARGED CUM YOU FUCKING WHORE!” And Kyle was filled with his second load of poz cum. Kyle was taking his second load of poz cum of the afternoon and he was loving it. He knew from that point on he was gay. Over the next few hours he would take more loads from the two studs who had shown him how wonderful gay sax could be. All his life he would jerk off trying to think of a hot chick from school or a sexy super model. But now he knew his true self, his real sexual desires were being satisfied. Tyler was fucking Kyle when he said to Ricky, “This bitch is gonna bring in some good cash.” “Hell yeah Ty, once we get him built up a bit he’ll be a good addition to our corral.” “Look’ like he needs another slam.” “Yeah, you’re right Ty. I’ll go get him one, I think he’ll be ready for the ‘DP’ after that.” “Right, I’ll flip on my back,” Tyler picked Kyle up and flipped over on his back without pulling out of their fuck toy. “That’s it, just rock back and forth a little while Ricky gets you a little something to keep you feeling good.” Ricky returned and promptly gave Kyle another slam, this one stronger then the first. Kyle couldn’t sit up any more and laid down on Tyler’s chest immediately after the removal of the tourniquet as the drugs moved through his body. “OH FUCK!” escaped Kyle’s mouth as he lay on Tyler’s chest. Ricky didn’t waste any time and crawled up behind the drugged teen and slid his cock in along side that of his buddy. A louder “OH FUCK!” came from the drugged up boy. Kyle never knew his as could stretch that far, but as he accommodated the two cocks within him he felt an immense pleasure deep in side. Ricky and Tyler set about fucking into Kyle with such animalistic vigor the two studs knew that the teen would not escape their grasps as their new commodity. Kyle could only moan as he took the hard fucking of two cocks at the same time. Tyler and Ricky had an ability to sustain themselves when they double fucked a willing cunt and Kyle was no exception. Kyle took the simultaneous pounding for well over an hour before they shot their loads. Ricky was first (and in his position it was easier for him) to pound away at Kyle’s well stretched ass. There were a couple times he pulled out to the tip and rammed back in their new boy. He looked into Tyler’s eyes as he shot his load. Once Tyler felt his buddy’s cock spasm his thrusting picked up and he shot his load. The three sweaty body’s lay upon the bed as they each collected their breath. Tyler’s cock slipped out first followed by Ricky puling out. They pushed Kyle on his back and took a good size dildo to the boy’s hole, making sure to work their poz jism deeper into the drugged up boy. They were satisfied that their DNA was working its way within Kyle’s blood stream when they saw a red tinge on the end of the dildo. The dildo was removed and a large butt plug replaced it within the teen’s gapping hole. Ricky leaned in close to Kyle and told him, “You’ve been a good boy so far, but now it’s time to learn to suck cock and swallow cum. The rest of our ‘crew’ will be here soon and you will suck each one of them off.” Tyler added, “I’m sure they will love the opportunity to cum down your throat.” A naked Kyle was helped down to the living room as Ricky and Tyler pulled their cargo shorts and shorts back on. They made Kyle drink Gatorade (laced with G), as he watched bareback porn on the 60” plasma as they made sure he did not stroke his semi-hard cock. They could tell that the Viagra he took was not working as well as he was slowly getting Tina dick. Tyler commented, “Another good slam and he’ll be as limp as a wet noodle” as he went to administer a third slam to the drugged up fuck toy. “There ya go boy, you feeling good?” Kyle was in heaven. He had never done drugs before, not even a beer, and now he had been given 3 slams of crystal meth. All he could doo was nod yes as he was in a drugged up haze. His semi hard erection had become a shriveled up two inch boy clit, but he was horny as fuck. Kyle begged, “Please fuck me, I need to be fucked, please.” He was left, not allow to touch himself as he waited. Soon a couple young guys came through the door. They looked to be no older then Kyle, about 18. There was Jim, Bob and David. They almost had the same build as Kyle except for the fact that these three were a bit more muscular. The three were told “Kyle here is your new ‘brother’ and he wants to learn how to give a proper blow job. You will each get your reward once he has swallowed each and ever load you can give him. And remember, you can’t fuck him. We’ll be watching.” Jim was the first boy that they brought into the stables. He was a former high school wrestle and used to be straight when they drugged and thought him the joys of gay sex. After his indoctrination Jim broke up with his pregnant girlfriend and went to work for the roommates. There were a couple of boys after Jim, but one ran off with a ‘John’ and the other got killed. Then Bob was easily recruited into the stables. His father kicked him out after discovering he was gay and a drug user. He easily fit in with working as one of their male whores. The last one was David, he was a lonely gay boy in Chicago and found acceptance from the group. He was resistant at first to working for them, but after converting and testing poz he knew he had no place to go. Ricky and Tyler promised to take care of him. The two roommates did take care of their boys. They gave them a place to live, clothes, food, gym memberships and most important thing of all, AIDS medication. The three escorted Kyle up to one of the other bedrooms. The only furniture in this room was a couple mattresses on the floor and a dimly lit lamp in the corner. There was also a night vision camera in one of the corners so that the roommates could watch the three teach Kyle to suck cock. Jim said, “If you listen to us and do as we tell you, you will have no problem sucking any size cock into your throat, and with Bob’s length you might even get his cum to bypass your mouth and go directly down your throat.” Jim was first, by seniority, and dropped his shorts. He pulled Kyle’s head into his crotch. “Just lick it for now, lick from my balls to the tip of my cock.” Kyle began to work his tongue all over Jim’s cock and balls. And with the T and G in him he was really getting into this. It didn’t take long for Jim to get hard. Then Jim told his cock sucker, “Open your mouth and suck it in, and remember to watch your teeth. No ‘John’ likes his dick scraped by a boy's teeth when he’s getting sucked.” Kyle did just as he was told, and he was sucking his first cock. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Work my pole with that mouth of yours.” Jim hadn’t been allowed to cum on almost a week and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He grabbed Kyle's head to make sure that he wouldn’t pull off, looked down at Kyle and told him, “Make sure you show the camera the cum in your mouth before you swallow ever drop.” Jim then began to pant as Kyle felt his cock thicken in his mouth, then “OH YEAH!” Jim shouted out as he fired a weeks worth of cum into Kyle’s mouth. Jim made sure that Kyle showed his open mouth to the camera so that their pimps could see the fresh cum in his mouth before he swallowed it down. Kyle didn’t have much time to catch his breath as David pulled Kyle between his legs. David grabbed his cock sucker’s head and forced the length of his tool to the back of his throat. With Jim at his side, Kyle was coached on how to breathe, work his tongue and his mouth on a cock to give the best blow job known. David just sat back as his balls boiled to overflow and soon Kyle was eating his second load of cum. Kyle finished to look up at Bob stroking a massive nine inch cock, bigger then what the roommates had. Kyle was trying to figure out how he’d get that in his mouth when Jim encouraged him, “Just remember what I told you about breathing through your nose and to relax.” Kyle crawled on his knees over to Bob and began by licking his balls. Bob kept stroking as Kyle worked his tongue up the shaft to the tip as Bob moved his hand to the back of Kyle’s head. Ricky and Tyler watched on the group on the plasma knowing that this was going to be a brutal face fuck. Kyle was not prepared for Bob’s cock. He thrust his massive nine incher deep into Kyle’s throat. Since their working boys aren’t allowed to fuck, this is Bob’s way of working out his frustrations. Kyle’s eyes welled up with tears as his throat took a rough fucking similar to that his ass took earlier. With Jim’s instructions and encouragement and his own determination, Kyle was able to accommodate the cock in his throat. Bob was one to take a long time no matter when he shot last. He was a brutal top that was turned into a whore bottom. When he got this rare chance to use his dick, he made the most of it. Kyle quickly learned to relax his throat as Bob rammed his shaft in and out of his mouth. Kyle did his best to put up with the face fucking and just as his jaw began to get sore he felt the cock in his throat began to swell then spasms as Bob was delivering his load directly into his gut. Bob pulled back a bit to give Kyle the last few spurts before smacking him across the face with his still hard cock. “I fucking wish I could breed this bitch! I’m still fucking hard.” Just as Bob finished talking the bedroom door opened up and in walked Ricky and Tyler. Ricky asked, “Nice job boys, you think this bitch will be ready to work the party tomorrow night?” “I’m sure with some personal tutoring I can have him ready Boss”, Bob was quick to say. But he knew he had no chance of fucking the new kid. The boys were there to be fucked and to suck the various guys who paid their way into the party. “OK boys, Tyler has your work assignments for the night. Remember, cash up front and we know how much you will be getting for each of your John’s.” The boys left the room leaving Kyle on his knees in front of Ricky. “Ok, boys, Tyler has your work assignments for the night. Remember, cash up front and we know how much you will be getting for each of your Johns.” The boys left the room leaving Kyle on his knees in front of Ricky. “We need to get you ready for the party tomorrow night. Your ass will bring a nice price with you being fresh meat.” Tyler came up stairs after giving the working boys their assignments for the night. They then took Kyle into one of the bedroom that they used as their party room. This room was well equipped with a couple slings and a fuck bench. Along one wall were a number of dildos of various shapes and sizes and an assortment of butt plugs. The opposite wall had ropes, chains and other restraints some of which Kyle had never seen before. There were a couple of flat panel TVs hanging in two of the corners of the room playing bareback porn. They put Kyle in the sling and placed his wrists and ankles in restraints. He had a perfect view of the TV’s from where he lay. Ricky told him, “You’ll spend the rest of the night here watching porn. The hunger to be fucked will grow in side you all night until you beg to be fucked. Then you will be left here long after that point to think about your purpose here and how you will serve us.” Kyle was given a small slam. Kyle felt a hunger and a need to be fucked at any end. All he knew was that he needed cock inside him as he watches the porn on the screen. He noticed that the guys getting fucked in the porn looked familiar. Then he recognized them as Jim, Bob and David. Every hour either Ricky or Tyler came into the room and gave Kyle some G laced water to drink and a small slam to keep the hunger of being fucked within him. After almost six hours of mini-slams and G, Kyle was begging to be fucked. When the roommates came in to give Kyle his next “dose” they knew he was almost theirs. They ignored him as he drank down the water and took his slam without protest. After the roommates left Kyle, Ricky commented, “It won’t be long until he is hooked on meth.” Tyler added, “Yeah, and raw cock and cum.” The roommate continued to give Kyle the same doses over the entire night and as daylight began to fill the apartment they entered the room to find a docile boy ready to submit. Kyle pleaded, “Please, I need to be fucked. I can’t take it anymore. I need cock in me. I need to suck cock.” Ricky asked, “Kyle are you ready to go to work for us?” Kyle didn’t even hesitate, “Yes sir, I will work for you as long as I get fucked right now.” Tyler said, “Very well then.” Ricky pulled a very large dildo off the wall, “If you can take this down to the base we will let you out of the sling to rest up for tonight’s festivities.” The dildo was a horse cock dildo, 13” long and 8” around. “Please give it to me.” Ricky and Tyler applied a generous amount of Crisco to the dildo and Kyle’s ass. Tyler commented on how loose Kyle’s hole felt and that this might not be much of a challenge. The tip slipped in easily, but then they had some resistance as the dildo began to slide in side Kyle’s hole. Ricky and Tyler were experienced enough to manage this resistance and put a bottle of poppers beneath Kyle’s nose telling him to breath in deep. As the poppers took effect the resistance faded and before they knew it, half of it was inside the teen. Now they had the internal ring to negotiate. Again they gave Kyle the poppers as the dildo was turned and wiggled past the internal ring. It took some doing but it finally “popped” through and after a good 45 minutes of work the dildo was down to the base. The roommates fucked the teen with this dildo for a good ten minutes ensuring he was opened-up. Ricky praised his new working boy, “Very good Kyle. Now you’re ready for a fist.” In his drugged up hazed he was a little perplexed. He thought to himself, ‘A fist? Why the hell would anyone want a fist put in his ass?’ Before he knew what was happening the dildo was quickly pulled from his hole. He felt so empty, still having a need to be filled. Tyler began to finger Kyle’s loose and sloppy hole. And before Kyle knew what was going on, he had Tyler’s fist inside his rectum. He felt full again, but he had no clue as to how full he’d get as Tyler began to work his fist deeper inside his hole. Kyle had no view to see what was going on until he realized that the activities were on the TV screen above them. He watched with disbelief as Tyler’s forearm sunk into him down to the elbow. Ricky let Kyle know, “We’ve always needed a special boy for some of our special clients. I think you will work out well.” Kyle leaned his head back and enjoyed the fisting he was getting. Then Tyler pulled his fist from Kyle’s hole and his restraints were untied from the chains. They took Kyle to an open space on the floor and attached his ankles and wrists together. His ankles were attached to the floor and his wrists were attached to a rope suspended from a beam over head. His arms were stretched up over his head. What Kyle didn’t know was that as Tyler fisted him he also administered a generous booty bump that would make his ass even more hungry for cock. Ricky then asked, “How badly do you want to be fucked?” “Please, I need to be fucked.” “What will you do to get cock in you, boy?” “I’ll do anything you want me to do, please fuck me!” “Gag him Ty.” Tyler placed a ball gag in Kyle’s mouth as Ricky pulled a paddle off the wall. He then began to smack Kyle in the ass over and over again as he hung there. “Remember boy, you said you would do anything, and this is what we need a boy who we can pimp out to out leather clientele.” Kyle took a good smacking for nearly 15 minutes. He wasn’t able to stand up as he was hanging by his wrists. After a few more minute of smacking his ass, they knew Kyle had had enough. They lowered him down and moved him over to the fuck bench where they each fucked another load into his well stretched ass. Tyler said, “Let’s go boy, we need to get you cleaned up and let you rest up before tonight’s events” as they led Kyle to the shower up stairs. It wasn’t a regular tub style shower. It looked more like the kind you’d find in a locker room with a couple shower heads along one wall. Ricky told Kyle to get on his knees and open his mouth. He then placed his soft dick in Kyle’s mouth. Kyle thought he was going to suck Ricky’s cock when Ricky told him, “Don’t think about sucking my cock. I am going to give you something to drink.” Ricky then began to piss into Kyle’s open mouth, “Do the best you can to swallow as much of my piss. It is an honor to get to drink a guy’s piss.” Kyle did his best, although some spilled out of his mouth, he drank most of it down. Then Tyler stepped up and placed his soft cock in Kyle’s mouth and gave him his piss. Kyle did better with Tyler’s piss then he did with Ricky’s. “Hey Rick, he’s a fast learner.” “He sure is. Now let’s get him cleaned up and fed so he can rest up for tonight.” They then had Kyle shower off and helped him with a shower shot to douche out his stretched out hole. They then gave escorted him down stairs and fed him. Kyle was still horny, but as least he as fed and cleaned up. They all sat down in the living room to watch some TV. As the T and G in Kyle system wore off he fell asleep and slept all afternoon. When he woke it was starting to get dark out. The working boy’s were back and they nudged Kyle to get up and ready for the guests. The four hustlers headed up stairs. They all stripped down and went into the play room where Ricky and Tyler were waiting. Each one was given a couple pills, one was am ecstasy and there were a couple Cialis to keep the boys rock hard and horny for the guests. Then each boy was given his slam to start the night off. Jim, Bob and David wandered off to different parts of the room to wait. After Kyle got his slam he was helped into the sling and given some extra Cialis. The roommates told the boys that Kyle was to be in the sling all night. Anyone one wanting to seed his ass had to pay extra since he was new to the crew. As the night went on Kyle took loads from all the guests. He was fucked by old, fat trolls, young hotties, big dick black guys, harry Latinos. All in all he took at least a load from every customer there. It was knows which guys were poz and which were neg, but all Kyle knew was that he was getting what he wanted: cock and cum in his ass. In his drugged up haze Kyle knew he found his place as a male prostitute.

It was a couple of weeks later when I came down with flu and had to take to my bed. At the same time, a sore appeared near my arsehole and I developed some blotches on my torso. I felt awful for a couple of days, but then it passed and I began to feel better. I was still in bed when I heard the doorbell and voices in the hall. I heard my mother say "He's upstairs if you want to say hello." There were footsteps on the stairs, and then the bedroom door opened and Bill from the sauna stood there grinning. "How are you?" He said, coming and sitting on the bed. "A bit better, thanks" I replied. He pulled down the top of the sheet and saw the blotches on my torso. "I heard you had the flu. Looks like you got something else as well." I tried to pull the sheet up, but he held it down and began to pinch my nipple whilst rubbing his crotch. "That's hot! " He laughed. "We've missed you at the sauna. " He pulled the bedclothes down and grinned again when he saw my erection. "Bloody hell, I need a fuck!" He sighed. "Turn over, theres a good lad" I rolled over onto my front as he unnzipped his trouses, opened the belt and slid them down over his thighs. His cock sprang up stiff and drooling with precum. He spread my buttocks and noticed the sore "Thought so!" He said, fingering my arse. "I want some of that!" He dug in his pocket for a crumpled tube of lube, spread some on a finger and rubbed it into my swollen hole. Then he got on top of me. The bed sank under his weight and I gasped as his cock slid up me until his cold belly was crushed against my backside. He sighed happily and began to thrust deliciously in and out. There were more footsteps, and my mother came in carrying a cup of tea. "Thought so!" She said. "You're a dirty sod Bill." He laughed and continued to fuck me as she put the tea down and sat on the bed beside us. "He should be back at work tomorrow, Bill. " She said, stroking my hair as she watched his flabby bottom going up and down. I still felt embarassed at being seen like this, despite all that had happened and buried my head in the pillow as Bill thrust urgently into me. "Ooff...that's good...ahh.."Gasped Bill. " The regulars....oohh..miss him. Hang on, I'm going to cum!" He grunted like a pig, shuddered and jerked on top of my, then grunted and I felt his cock throbbing as he spurted his cum up me. "Phew! That was good!" He said, getting heavily off me . His cock flopped out and I felt a drool of cum slide over my balls. "I'll have that tea now."

Chapter 32 Mitch Hi guys, I need to hijack the story for a bit to bring you up to speed with me, Scotty will be back shortly. Here's the deal. When I met Scotty all those years ago I had the biggest crush on him. One of my biggest regrets was not following through with our planned three-way, so when I looked across the room today and saw him sitting there looking hotter than ever, I knew I had to talk to him or I'd never forgive myself. I was thrilled how things went from there and couldn't believe how much both of us had evolved into sluts in such a short time. I hadn't given much thought to my status over the last year as I've become a no load refused guy. I never asked any of my hookups their status, I just didn't care. I few guys would be vocal and say things like, 'take my dirty load', and 'hope you like my gift you dumb fuck', so I was pretty sure I'd taken a poz load or two but honestly I didn't care. I'd never gotten sick so I didn't know if I'd been knocked up or not; however, spending time with Scotty got me thinking and now I was really curious to know my status. After the panel discussion I started heading to the next session but I couldn't get poz Scotty's out of my mind and my dick was rock hard. Fuck it, I wanted to know if I was. I'd seen a couple pharmacies close to the hotel so I figured what the hell. The second store I went to had one test left. I grabbed it and headed back to the hotel. I was a horny nervous wreck while I waited for the results. I didn't know which I wanted more, to already be poz or to be neg so Scotty could knock me up. Scotty I went back to my room and grabbed a quick shower then headed back down to the conference. As the last session of the day was wrapping up I received a text from Mitch. 'Can't stop thinking about this afternoon.' 'Me either.' I took a quick pic of my crotch where you could plainly see the outline of my hard dick and sent it to him. 'That's your fault.' 'Mmm! I'll gladly take responsibility for that. Looks like you could use a warm hole right about now.' 'Don't suppose you're up for a repeat?' 'I'm headed to my room now. Last one there bottoms first.' I didn't even try to hide my bulge as I grabbed my bag and headed to the elevators. I heard a few snickers as I passed by but I didn't care I was a man on a mission. My timing was perfect as I reached the elevator to find him waiting there. When he saw me his face broke into a big grin. He whispered in my ear, "since I made it to the elevator first technically I won, so I get your ass first." "I can live with that. But if this fucking elevator doesn't arrive soon you're going to have to breed me right here." Luckily the doors opened right then and we all loaded in the car. It took every ounce of self control to keep our hands off of each other. The second we were inside his room he ripped my shirt off sending my buttons flying across the room. "Fuck I don't know what it is about you that makes me so damn horny but I need inside that poz ass so bad." "Easy tiger, let me get my pants off first, I really like this pair and would rather you didn't ruin them too," I said laughing. "Sorry about your shirt but seriously man you need to be naked now." I quickly stripped and went for his mouth. He kissed me hard and deep like a man dying of thirst. He broke away, looked at me with hunger in his eyes and said, "bed, stomach, now." I assumed the position spreading my legs to give him access. I expected to feel his dick entering my hole but instead was pleasantly surprised to feel his beard on my hole as his tongue started to probe inside me. "Fuck you taste good, nothing better than a cummy hole." "Oh my god yes," I cried out, "eat my ass." He continued rimming my sensitive hole for another twenty minutes until I couldn't take it any longer. "Fuck me, need ahhh, cock ahh, now," I managed to stutter as I was grasping for breath. "You want me to fuck you?" "Yes!" I screamed out. He flipped me over onto my back and slammed his hard dick all the way in letting out a loud groan as he bottomed out. "Fuck, you have an amazing ass." He started pounding me into submission, damn he was good. "I'm getting close slut, you ready for my load?" "Fucking give it to me!" I said wrapping my legs around him pulling him into me. I felt his dick spasming releasing his load deep inside me. As soon as his dick started to soften and leave my ass I rolled us over so I was now on top. Without missing a beat I place my extremely hard cock right at his hole and sinked into his tight body. "That's it stud, my turn to take your toxic load. Fuck me hard." Now don't get me wrong I love orgies, nothing hotter than a group of hot sweaty bodies exchanging loads but there's something so intimate about just two guys who are so into each other. As I was moving in and out of his ass I leaned down and started kissing Mitch. There was something so intense about our connection I couldn't get enough of him. He kissed me back, putting his hands on my face looking deep into my eyes. "Give me your strain you fucking poz stud, recharge my ass." With that my dick exploded shooting one of my biggest loads deep inside his ass. I gave him a deep kiss as my dick was slowly deflating. "Fuck that was hot when you told me to recharge your ass." "Mmm glad you liked that, seems this past year I managed to get myself knocked up." "Wait, what, how, I'm confused." He laughed, "after our first fuck I couldn't stop thinking about your poz cock and wondering what my status was so after my panel discussion was over I ran to the pharmacy and got a rapid test." He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the test strip. There, clear as day were two beautiful lines. "Well fuck me! Isn't that the hottest thing ever," I said kissing him again. "I have to say I'm a little disappointed I don't get to be the one to knock you up but on the other hand, there's nothing sexier than fucking another poz guy." I was sitting on top of him and could feel his cock growing against my back. I lifted up and sat back down on his dick. "Mmm, you like my poz dick in your ass? Damn I like saying that, my poz dick." "Yeah you fucking slut I love your poz dick. Now give me another load." "I've had a lot of sex but holy shit that was wow," he said as I collapsed next him after he finished giving me anther load. "God, intense right?" "Yes! Damn I wonder how long I've been poz." "Mmm, I wonder how many sluts you've knocked up and didn't even know it." "Oh fuck l didn't even think of that. Damn that's hot." We laid there for awhile chatting while he ran his hand up and down my tats. "You really like my tats huh?" "Oh yeah! Nothing turns me on more than a hot guy with tattoos." "We need to get you some of your own. You'll have to come up to the city and visit me some weekend and I'll take you to my guy. You'll like him, he's as big a slut as we are." He started chuckling. "What's so funny?" "I just realized we've been a little preoccupied so I never told you, I'm not in Florida anymore. I transferred to your city about six months ago." He had a big grin on his face. "Fuck, are you serious?" "Yep, I'm in the East Village." "Well damn! You've been blocks away from me for six months. Too funny." "I kept hoping I would run into you but nope it took us flying to the other side of the country to finally hookup." "Well you were definitely worth the wait." My phone buzzed so I looked and saw a text from Brandon wanting to know if we were going to the closing night party. "Everything okay," he asked. "Yep just Brandon asking about the party tonight." I looked at the clock and saw it was almost seven. "Fuck, I suppose we should take a break and make an appearance. Oh and then you can introduce me to your boy from last night. I'd love to add my toxic cum to his sloppy cunt later." "Great idea but I think we should probably rinse off first. We smell like sex." I sent Brandon a text telling him we'd meet him downstairs in about a half hour. I reached my hand out to Mitch and lead him to the bathroom. "Okay, let's go get clean so we can get dirty later."

Off the top of my head, three reasons come to mind: Physical Discomfort. I am not a gymnast, yoga master, or bendy toy. If I'm put in a position with one leg behind my head while bending backward on the edge of a couch, I'm probably not going to be able to hold it long. Also, the position, the curve of the penis, and/or a lack of lube can cause a lot of internal discomfort where you just have to move. Rhythm and Technique. Everyone has a different rhythm, everyone enjoys a different technique. Some tops speed up when they're ready to cum while others slow down. Some like bottoms that squirm and moan, others want bottoms to stay still. If you are with someone you've never fucked with before, there can be some miscommunication while you learn the other's likes. If the top isn't cumming, the bottom may think he needs to change something to get you off. It's what they do in porn. Humans learn through imitation and repetition. However, unless you are at an orgy and take notes on everyone's technique, there aren't any role models for how to have sex except porn. Sometimes a top or bottom can try to emulate what he's seen in a video instead of reading signals from his partner. If your bottom is moving my advise is to pick a posture that's not too extreme so your bottom has the endurance to hold it, and, if you have a bottom that you don't think is reading you correctly, just tell him what you want. Telling him: "Stay there. Don't move." tells him everything he needs to know. Oh yeah, there is one more thing. A bottom can intentionally move to break your stride just to make the fuck last longer.

4. Greg The morning classes dragged on and on. Between Clint's hole and Doug's ass, I couldn't get butt out of my head. Even though I had bred Clint this morning, my dick was still throbbing. It needed another release. I was powerless against its demands; I was merely the vessel to help it reach its goal. But, my last class ended a few minutes early. "On my way," I texted Doug. When I stepped into the car, I still hadn't heard back from Doug. But I wasn't too surprised. He had sent me a text an hour earlier. "Fucked good. Sleepy." I assumed he had fallen asleep, the pool of cum kept warm in his body. The traffic was light, and I was at the marina within twenty minutes. In addition to his credit card for Uber, Doug had also given me the gate code. As the car pulled away, I paused for a moment to take a hit from the joint I had rolled that morning. I coughed a bit, and decided that was a good sign. I took another hit, then opened the gate and walked to his boat. I did one last hit before I stepped on board. I could see a shape in the front, curled up on the bed. My dick twitched; that was the hole I wanted to breed this afternoon. I stepped into the galley, and got rid of my shoes, backpack, shirt, and shorts. In the afternoon sun, my tattoo was bright red, almost glowing, an advertisement for the virus I carried in my blood. Right below the biohazard, my dick was swollen and straining against the fabric of my underwear. I stepped forward, into the front, and saw Doug curled up on the bed. Just from the position of his body, it was clear that he was sick. It was just as clear it was my sickness. Just a few short weeks ago, I had been in Doug's place, feverish with chills and sweats as the virus kicked my body into submission. Now, it was Doug's turn to feel the deathly torture of my gift. My dick was throbbing. I stuck my hand into the underwear, and started to stroke it. When I had been sick, Nathan and Jason had comforted me with regular, repeated raw poundings. Now it was my turn to pay it forward. It was my turn to kick Doug while he was down, and inject more of my deadly semen into his body. As I was standing there, staring at Doug, he stirred, stretched and stared at me. "How are you feeling," I asked. I didn't try to hide that I was jacking off. I ran my free hand over my tattoo, knowing that each load I injected into my men brought me closer that much closer to the first sharp spike on my barbed wire tattoo. "Like shit," he said. I’m proud that I'm jerking myself harder when he says this. This is my fault. My responsibility. My power. This hot man has been felled, in the very prime of his life, and it's all thanks to the power residing in my cock. "How much was the taxi?" Doug asked. Even in his fever, his fathering instincts were there. "You remember? You gave me your card for Uber." "Oh yeah. Not thinking very clearly right now." He wiped his forehead. "Some fever as well." "I can see," I said. I was still stroking my dick. Every little revelation from Doug was only turning me on more. The destruction wasn't just physical. It was now mental as well. "You think this is it?" Doug asked. "Yeah," I said. "I do." "Fuck," Doug said. He was shaking his head, but I could also see his dick starting to tent the sheet. "You're turned on by this, aren't you?" he smiled. "You're fucking hot there, boy.” "Yeah," I said. "I am." I reached down and pulled my dick out from my underwear. My full eight inches sprung free. I wasn't quite hard, but definitely not soft either. "Us fucking got you sick. My cock did this to you. My seed made you sick." "God, that's hot," Doug grunted. He pushed the sheets aside. Underneath, he was naked; his muscles glistening with a cold sweat. His cock was just as hard as mine. He ran his hand over his chest. "Look at what you've done to me, boy," he said. He was just as muscled as ever, but it seemed like the sudden illness had taken a toll on him. His cheeks were hollow. His body looked almost gaunt. "Look at it," he repeated, as he began playing with his hard dick. "Fuck," I grunted, as I climbed up on the bed. The roof was low enough that I could brace myself against it. "Look at what you've done to me," I said, thrusting my erect cock towards his warm hole. "Fuck me, boy," Doug grunted. "Fuck your load into me." He spread his legs so I was kneeling between them. I grabbed his legs and placed them on my shoulders. "Goddamn," I said. My cock was throbbing now, eager to get back into Doug's hole. I wanted to pound Doug into submission, vanquish any hope of defense from his hole, and then finally, anoint it with one more toxic load from my manhood. I lined up my dick with his hole. "Ready?" I asked. Before I could even finish the word, Doug relaxed, and my cock slid into Doug's ass. "Fuck," I moaned. "Hot." I slid further into Doug. "Wet," I continued. "Yeah. Not my first load today." I collapsed on top of Doug. His skin was burning up. "Fever?" I asked. "Yeah," he said, smiling. I leaned in, and our lips met. "Feels good on your dick, doesn't in." "Amazing." "That's what Shawn said. Fuck-fever," he called it. "That's what Nathan calls it as well," I said. "Says it's best when it's your seed doing the damage." "How does it feel?" I closed my eyes and savored the moment. Doug shifted his position, and allowed another inch of my dick to impale him. His ass was burning with his fever, engulfing my entire shaft with warmth and welcome. "Like heaven," I finally said. "It's yours," Doug said. "Yours to use." I slammed back dick all the way in. Doug gasped, but smiled. "And abuse," I said. Doug's eyes brightened. He knew this game. "And seed," he continued. "And breed," I replied. "And knock up," he said. Another hard slam of cock into him. "And infect." He moaned. It was a deep, guttural moan, but not in any language spoken on the street. This was the language of men, the language of the bathhouse and the battlefield. Even as young and as naive as I was, I knew what the moan said. He repeated the moan. It was easy to understand, once you had been there. It meant, "Infect me with your poz cum," but that only hinted at the depths of hunger and desire that moan represented. "I want to poz you up, Doug," I said. "I want to be your infector." "I want your deadly seed, boy," Doug said. "Fuck me up." "God. Your ass. Fucking perfect." My cock was sliding up and down a perfectly greased chute. "Don't even need lube." "There's a giant load from the rent-boy up there." "Fuck. For real?" I asked. But I knew he was right. Cum was a great lube, and poz cum was even better. As my dick slid in and out of Doug, I noticed the warmth that the cum contributed to the fuck, and how my dick hardened in response. The virus that Shawn left behind was bringing out the very best of my virus. "Hell yeah. Was he poz?" I really didn't need to ask the question. With Nathan and Jason teaching me, it was easy to distinguish poz sperm from neg sperm. "Of course. He told me he wasn't on meds." "Like me," I said. My cock buried deep inside of Doug, rock-hard and dripping my deadly pre-cum. I could feel the power radiating out of my dick, feel how it was changing the men I gave it to. Doug was already sick, and hopefully Clint wouldn't be that far behind. Nathan had said sometimes, it doesn't take hold immediately. What seemed to work, in the long run, was just repeated, diverse exposure. "Feels so good, another infected man's sperm inside of you." "Rubbing up against your thick poz cock," Doug grunted. "And my raw hole." He closed his eyes, and ran his hands over his body. For a moment, I was watching Clint from the weekend, when he had let the drugs take over and possess him. It was hot, seeing that same loss of control in Doug. He would be even more intense when he was high. We had smoked pot together. A lot. We loved the endless easy sex that we enjoyed when we were stoned. But after my introduction the past weekend, I now had a new favorite drug. I wanted to see Doug smoke the pipe, watch his eyes glaze over, and to find out his true nature. Hungry muscle bottom? Or a hung daddy top? Although he had fucked Clint many times, it was going to be so much hotter when Doug his own strain of the virus to pound into him. I was a pure-bred, the child of two men. Doug was rapidly turning into a poz mutt. "How many men is it now?" I asked him. He wrapped his hands around me, and pulled me closer. This was not the first time we had talked about such matters. It hadn't taken Doug long to figure out that it got me hard. "Pozdads? Or just cum donors?" "Both." "The rent boy makes maybe 16 cum donors. Still just five poz daddies." "Fucking nasty hole," I grunted, sliding my cock along the length of Doug's hole. It had become agonizingly familiar, as my cock grew accustomed to Doug's needs even as he adjusted to my basest desires. "Gonna fucking coat it with my toxic jizz." "Come on," Doug grunted. "Shoot your load up my hole." "Fucking blast your guts," I replied. He was a fucking hot man; older, yet still muscular, with a thick patch of fur over his chest and stomach. I wanted to get him high. I wanted to watch his dominant daddy dick wrestle for dominance with his hungry bottom hole. Although I was enjoying fucking his hole, I remembered how good his cock had felt inside me. My dick was throbbing, and I suddenly realized I was much closer to cumming than I had planned. "Fuck," I grunted. "I'm gonna cum." "Give it to me, boy," Doug grunted. "Give me your load." "Oh, fuck Daddy," I moaned. My dick was taking over, and it would not be denied its pleasures. "I'm cumming in you Daddy. I'm shooting my poz load in your raw hole, Daddy." I gasped, and the first jet of cum shot out of my dick deep into Doug's hole. "I'm cumming, Daddy." I yelped as another spurt of cum shot into Doug. "Give it to me, boy." His voice was a mixture of hunger, care and power. It was unmistakably male, a man who was confident in his own masculinity and sexuality that he could ask another man to fuck him. "Fill me up with your cum." Another spurt of toxic spooge shot from my dick into his gut, and it was my turn to grunt. "Hot poz cum in your hole, Daddy." The pot had helped relax me and release my inhibitions. It felt good to be calling Doug "Daddy." It felt good to be shooting my hot, fresh, poz load into him. "Your boy is infecting you." It felt good to be talking so openly of our dark desires and actions. "Fucking breeding me boy. Give me that dirty cum." "Oh fuck Daddy. Cumming in you," I grunted. The orgasm had an intensity, that was unexpected for such an easy, unremarkable fuck. But, I had developed a familiarity with Doug where because the physical intimacy was so easy we could explore the deeper recesses of our raw, emotional sexuality. This was one of those encounters where the thoughts, the words and the emotions were far more important than the basic fucking. "Fucking pozzing you up," I gasped. I wondered for a moment how the crystal I had smoked over the weekend was still affecting me. It would be one more amazing feeling that I could chalk up to crystal. I wanted to fuck Clint tonight, feel that special crystal connection between us again. I wanted to party again. It was the last thrust of the orgasm. My balls signaled that they were empty, and my dickhead had the intense sensitivity of post-orgasmic bliss. "In me," Doug said. "You came in me, boy." "I know," I said. The way Doug called me "Boy" was just one more warm ember in the pleasant afterglow of sex. I relaxed, and found that my dick slid deeper into Doug. I let it stay there as my body pressed against Doug's sweaty body. "I came in you. My thick, hard poz cock shot a load of virus and sperm and spooge in your raw hole." "Good boy," he said, and started to kiss me. I let him; the way he had called me a good boy made it impossible for me to deny him anything. Nor did I want to deny him anything. He had been generous and vulnerable with his sweet hole, and I wanted his angry, mongrel breed of the virus for the future. I lost track of how long we kissed. "You came in me boy," Doug repeated. This time it was a bit more coherent. "Second load today," he said. "You said that. Rent boy, huh? Poz too." My dick was still deep in Doug's hole, soaking in the warmth of two different men's poz cum. The dirtiness of the situation was arousing. "Yeah," Doug said. "Big cock. Big load." He closed his eyes at the memory. "You gonna see him again? Add him to you poz daddy list?" "Maybe," Doug said. "Although. There was one thing." The tone wasn't distaste. There was even a hint of interest. "Yeah?" I asked. "He, well, he partied a bit at the beginning." "Partied?" I asked, trying not to betray too much interest. I hoped he hadn't noticed the way my dick twitched. "Yeah, you know. He smoked some crystal." "And?" I asked. "I didn't do any. Just some pot. But it was still so intense." Between us, his dick dribbled a bit. "And you? You said you were going to tell me about your weekend?" I smiled. "Well. You know that Nathan and Jason party, don't you?" He smiled, an evil, wily grin. It was the grin that knew exactly how this story was going to end. "Yeah," he said. "They've mentioned it." "Well. This was the weekend when they introduced Clint and me to the party." "And?" he asked, eyes arched. "How was it?" "Amazing," I said. It had been simply amazing. I barely had words to describe the feelings. Everything was just more intense and more connected. Time sped up and slowed down; an hour of cocksucking felt like a few minutes, and an instant in an orgasm lasted for weeks. "No regrets," I said. I paused for a moment. Doug knew me well enough to not interrupt. I remembered how Clint had looked, spit-roast between Vic and Nathan. I remembered how his ass had felt, milking my cock. I remembered how Nathan had felt inside of me, re-infecting my hole. "I'd do it again," I finally said. "I could tell," Doug said. He squeezed his ass around my cock. My dick had gotten hard again; I blamed the crystal memories. "Oh? What gave it away?" I asked. "The way your pozcock got hard when you talked about." "That bare pozcock is still in your raw hole." "I know," Doug said and gave me a kiss. I let myself to get lost in the kiss and welcomed his tongue as it explored my mouth. It was easy to talk to Doug, but of course, we had shared some of darkest fantasies. We had even enacted some of them. Now, we had just opened another cell in the darkest reaches of our personal dungeons. I was looking forward to exploring. "I was thinking," he said, breaking off the kiss. He paused, then continued. "I was thinking tina would be fun to try one of these days." "Yeah?" I asked. "Your cock just stood up," he said. "Would you want to try it with me?" "Fuck," I moaned. I was starting to press back into Doug. "Yeah, I want to party with you." "Over the weekend. What was your favorite thing?" "How close I felt with everyone. How it wasn't just sex, but a celebration of everything that sex helped us achieve." "These drugs? Or a religious experience?" "Yeah. Both." My cock was hard and the darkest parts of my imagination were running wild. Strangely, even as I was fucking Doug, my fantasies always circled back to Doug fucking me. Nathan had gotten me high and fucked me relentlessly over the weekend. I wanted to have that same sense of release with Doug. "You want another load?" I asked. "You got it in you?" "Yeah. And it can be in you." "Promise?" Doug asked. I nodded my head. "Perfect." Doug wrapped his legs around my waist, holding me in place as he twisted back just far enough to grab the bong and lighter from behind the bed. "Wanna hit?" "Yeah," I said. Even though I had been vaping earlier, nothing compared to the real thing. "If I do a rip, I'm gonna fuck you all afternoon." "Then do three," Doug said. "Deal," I replied and lit up the weed. It was fresh and potent, so even a small hit was going to be effective. "That one doesn't count," Doug said. I did another and it was a proper rip. After that hit, the small stateroom was filled with the distinctive sweet smell of pot. "Now my turn," as he took the bong from me. He did two quick rips, before handing it back to me. I did another hit, feeling the weed begin to kick in. It was faster than I expected, but I didn't care. It was only making my dick harder. I took one last rip from the bong. I held the hit as I put away the bong, and then leaned in and kissed Doug. He inhaled, taking the hit from me and letting me breath again. "Damn," I moaned. "All I want to do is fuck you. And never stop." Doug exhaled. Even second-hand it was still a dense cloud. "All I want is your poz cock pounding its toxic cum into my raw hole." I gave him a long kiss, as my dick dripped cum into his hole. "Bug chaser," I said, finally breaking off the kiss. "Nasty, slutty bug-chaser." "Diseased gift-giver," Doug said, with barely any hesitation. "You gonna give it to me? Give me your special gift?" "If I haven't already," I said. I was getting closer to a second orgasm, and Doug was pushing all of my buttons. My dick was once more fully erect, and the pre-cum was dripping directly into his whole. "You've got so many loads up there," Doug said. I had lost track of the number of loads I had fucked into Doug's hole. "So many men fucking them into you." I pushed my dick deep into him. His ass tensed for a second, like it was too much. But he smiled and relaxed. "Slutty bug-chaser," I said. "Collecting all the bugs," Doug said. He reached under one of the pillows and produced a bottle of poppers. He unscrewed the cap. He held it under his nose, inhaling deeply, before he offered me the bottle. "Especially your bugs." I snorted from the brown bottle, feeling the warmth of the poppers re-enforce the weed. It all felt so comfortable, even as Doug and I indulged our darkest fantasies. "We both know you already have my bug," I said. "Now it's time to enlarge your collection." "When you partied. Over the weekend," Doug started. "Yeah?" I asked. "Did you get any new loads?" "Yeah," I said. "From these two guys, Vic and Sean." "Poz?" "Very. And partied a lot." "Now a some of their seed is in me. And some of their virus too." Doug reached down and ran his finger around the margin right where my dick entered his body. "And you're fucking more of it into me." "I am. Pozzing you up. Just like you asked." My head was swimming under the influence of the pot and poppers. But it was a good buzz; it connected my fantasies directly to my dick. "Getting you sick." "You know I still want it. Just like that first time." "When you begged me for it." "I always beg for it," Doug said. "I want you to fuck that poz load into me." "Hungry man," I said. "You hole is milking me." Doug did another hit from the poppers, and paused for a second. I watched his face and shoulders redden under the influence. "I need it so badly. It's insane. I'm sick as a dog. And horny as a weasel." "It's damn hot," I said. "It's how the virus starts to pervert you." "So fucking horny now," Doug said. He was moaning with each stroke of my dick. "I know. Just don't let your horn make you do stupid things." "Like?" "Getting fucked raw by an HIV-positive man?" "That's a really good thing to do, boy, don't you think? Let him have the pleasure of cumming in my hole." "Fuck, I'm hard," I grunted. "I can feel it. Like a steel rod in my gut." He pulled me in and we kissed again. "Dripping toxic sperm into my hole." "You're taking it all," I said. "Last of my cum. The dregs of my balls." "The dirtiest ball-scum you have." "Dirtiest, nastiest, foulest pozjuice I can make." "Deep in my guts," Doug said. "You know," he started. He paused for a mere second. "We should figure out a good time to party together." My dick twitched, and Doug smiled. It was impossible for me to hide my excitement. I told him the truth. "Clint and I were thinking about this weekend. Want to join us?" "Yeah!" Doug said, grabbing my ass. Then he suddenly stopped. "Damn. I forgot. Max was going to come over." "Well. Do you know if Max, uh, partakes?" "Oh yeah. Of course he does." "I'm sure if Max gives Clint one of his loads, we'll all leave the party quite happy." "I think that can be arranged. Max has a thing for innocent young things." I thought about Clint and innocence. About the afternoons he spent at the gym, and the men he serviced in the locker rooms. The evenings at the library, and the men he let fuck him in the study carrels. The nights at the clubs and baths, and the men who bred him. "He's hardly innocent," I said. "I don't think that's going to bother Max much." "Fuck," I grunted, and slammed my dick into Doug. "Sounds like a plan." "Well," Doug said. "Just. Can you find the supplies?" "Don't worry. Nathan introduced me to a source." Nathan had also mentioned that Leo was HIV-positive. But, Leo didn't take his meds regularly, and his virus was now resistant to a number of the drugs. I wondered if Leo's spooge would be good for Clint. "That's awesome. I'm excited," he said. He squeezed his ass around my cock. A few drops of pre-cum dribbled out, into Doug's body. "A bit nervous too." "Nervous? About partying?" Doug nodded. "It's cool," I said. "I was too. Worried it would be awful and scared that it would be amazing." "And now?" Doug asked me. "Scared that with you, it'll be even better." "Breed me, boy," he said. His voice had the fierce urgency of primal need, and my dick dribbled a bit in pleasure. "Fill me with your charged up cum." "You want my poz party spooge?" I asked. "Party me up, popper me up and poz me up," Doug grunted. "You know I can take it, boy." He reached down and grabbed the bottle of poppers. He unscrewed the top, and inhaled deeply. After taking a second hit, he looked up at me. His eyes were wide with lust and hunger. "Fucking breed me boy." I took the poppers from Doug and held them under my nose. The soft chemical scent filled my nose, and the familiar rush began a few seconds later. "Gonna poz you up Daddy," I grunted. I quickly screwed the cap on, before the rush became too intense. "Give you the disease I had fucked into me." "Fuck me with that big boy poz cock," Doug grunted, clenching his ass tightly around my dick. The two loads already up there made sure my cock was well-lubricated, so his tightening ass was only pleasure to me. "Make your Daddy proud of you boy. Fuck that virus into me, boy." "Please Daddy," I grunted. The poppers had collided with the weed, and pushed my brain into a dirty place. "Let your poz boy cum in your hole. Let me infect you, Daddy." My dick was throbbing. "Be a good boy," Doug urged me. "Be a good boy and cum in your Dad's ass. Cum for me boy," he said. "Cum for me." "Oh fuck, Daddy," I grunted. "I'm so fucking close. I want to cum in your hole, Daddy. Please?" "Yeah boy," Doug said. "Come on and breed me. Fuck that poz load into me." "Oh GOD," I yelped, as my dick spasmed and spat out a fresh geyser of poz cum. "FUCK," I continued, as my dick did another victory spurt. "I'm cumming in you," I grunted as more cum shot into Doug's guts. "Give it to me, boy," Doug grunted, an order he was clearly enjoying giving me. "Give me your poz cum," he continued. "Fucking poz cum," I continued, punctuating it with another shot of aforementioned deadly liquid. "Another poz load for the bug chasing Daddy." "Gift-giving boy," Doug said. He grabbed me, and pulled me close to him. "Slutty hole is filled with my cum, Daddy," I said, as the last few drops of cum dripped out of my dick. "Feels fucking amazing," Doug said. "You had a big load." "Big poz load," I reminded him. My cock pulsed, but I could feel only a drop or two come out. "All I want from you, boy." Even in the heat of orgasm, I felt a bit self-conscious calling him Daddy. But in the warm afterglow of orgasm, Doug calling me boy made me feel safe. I kissed him slowly, enjoying the feeling of my shrinking cock rubbing up against his tender ass, working the accumulated loads into his body, and eventually, into his very DNA. "Come here, boy," Doug continued, pulling me a bit closer against his hot, sweaty body. "I want to give it to you," I murmured to Doug, as he stroked my back, working his way down towards my ass. I closed my eyes, and savored the sensations enveloping me. "I want to party with you." "I want to do that too, boy," Doug said, working his hand over my ass. He pressed a finger between my crack. He found my asshole immediately, and started to gently tease it. "And I want to give you my strain." "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me," I grunted. "Breed your boy. Given him your sick cum." "You serious? Doug asked. I hadn't expected to get fucked by Doug this afternoon. But his finger pressed against my hole, and I squirmed with pleasure. "Yeah," I said. "Totally serious." I grabbed the bong and the lighter, and sparked up. The water was the color of a light tea and was a testament to the power of the bud. I inhaled, filling my lungs. Still on top of Doug, I adjusted my position so I was straddling him. His dick was hard, and it quickly found my crack. I pressed my lips against Doug's and exhaled. My lungs empty, I felt his dick press up against my hole. He had gotten fucked over the weekend, fucked by men I hadn't yet met. I wanted him to re-charge my hole. I wanted to get a fresh strain, primed for infecting so many other men. I leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me hard."

After a week off because I had a nasty cold, the young, hung black top and I had our regular Friday hookup at a sleazy motel halfway between our towns. When I got there, I texted him, and he was about 5 minutes away. I went ahead and got into the room to turn on the heater because last time it was really cold in there. He arrived and knocked on the door. I let him in, and we got naked. I went down on his cock for a long time while he spewed a continuous stream of very hot, dirty talk. He is about 8" by 7", so he is just big enough that it takes an effort for me to take it all; I find that really sexy. He eventually got out from under me pushing me down on the bed. He pulled me onto my knees and dove into my "tight, white pussy." He ate my hole getting his tongue way up inside me. "That shit tastes good!" Then he flipped me over, climbed on top of me, and stuck his tongue down my throat. We made out hard for a long time. Sometimes, he would move down to suck and bite my nipples. He also went down on me; this was the first time he had shown any inclination to do so. It was a nice, proper blowjob, too. Eventually, he rolled me back over, lubed us up, and slid into me. We fucked well over an hour. I can't remember all the details, but here are some highlights: He really likes to fuck a wide open pussy. As big as he is, it is a challenge to stay as loose as he likes it. Today, we were totally in sync - he was pounding hard, and I was loose and open. He got me on top and fucked hard up into me again. I usually hate being on top, but I was totally into it. At one point, we were fucking face-to-face. We were looking into each others' eyes and feeding each other dirty talk. At some point, I really said the right thing, and he started pumping me HARD. It was literally the hardest I have ever been fucked. It hurt a little, but I loved every minute. At one point, he spit in my mouth but not aggressively. We were fucking face-to-face. He put his mouth down to mine like he wanted to kiss some more. He pushed my mouth open and let a big wad of spit slide out of his mouth and into mine. I almost came. Eventually, my hole started to get a little sore. Not that I complained or anything, but I could tell everything was getting a little puffy and irritated. That made it hard for me to stay as loose as he needed to cum. We eventually found the right position, and with judicious applications of poppers, I was able to stay loose for him. When he cums, his dick swells an amazing amount. I can feel it suddenly stretch out my insides a lot more. It even caused a little twinge of pain this time with how big it got. All in all, it was one of the best fucks of my entire life. I told him as much. He smiled and looked really shy. "I look forward to this every week." I told him I felt the same way. We had to get dressed and out because our two hours was almost up. He came over to hug me goodbye, and we ended up making out a while. "See, you next week. Text me when you get home, so I know you made it home safe," he said as he walked out the door. We end up hooking up right after work, so I was starving. I grabbed a burger on my way back to the interstate. It occurred to me that he had probably been hungry, too. This started out as being just a Grindr hookup, so I have been careful not to push for anything more. I thought with everything he has said that I should give it a chance. Right before I went to sleep, I texted and asked if he might want to grab some food and hang out after we fuck next week. When I woke up this morning, I had a text from him saying he was down for that. I guess I have a date; it's been a long time since I had one.

I worked as a escort to pay my way through college so today I have great job with no student loans. Most of the times it was fun but it was still work as I had a goal.

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing. So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin. It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes. “That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.” I said something neutral and stripped off my pants. “Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms. “Thanks,” I answered. I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh. “Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?” “Yes,” I replied. Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock. I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection. “Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?” His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.” His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins. I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool. “Want to fuck?” I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.” He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle. Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.” There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.” When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?” “Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole. I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush. "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked. He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed. Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said: I was being fucked raw by a poz cock. I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it. He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something. It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing. Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner. “Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before. Just emptying the bins.” He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked. “Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch. “Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent. “Yeah, a few now, Sid. Mostly regulars." Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on. I think I’m going to cum. Yep…here it cums!” With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk. “Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls. The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly. Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other. It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out. “Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.” Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm. “Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!” He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted. “Phew! Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap. “Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts. I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened. There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper. On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm. Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.” I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me. Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole. Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?” I shook my head. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.” He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette. “Anyway, better get used to it. Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

Was in a bottom mood on Friday night and went to the bathhouse to take loads. My general MO is to stand in my jockstrap in my room beside the open door so guys can see my body and ass. That gets the most guys - if they are confident they come right up to me; if they are hesitant, I can let them know I'm interested. Was there for 5 hours and took 10 loads. Probably could've taken about 10+ more if I wasn't slightly picky :P Fuck, I love how 90% of guys just assume bareback and side their raw cock into a sloppy hole. And the few guys who want to use condoms seem genuinely apologetic as I kick them out. Now to go back to dumping my cum into hot boys >:-)

I can relate. It's not that I never top, but generally with guys I've played with before and there's a lot of great kissing involved. I once hit up a bottom on BBRT who had to travel and was looking for an anon load. I had the guy drive 10 miles to my hotel only to find I couldn't get hard...I had spend a half hour overthinking it before he arrived and it did me in. I felt SO bad that I had to send him on his way without getting a load. Fast forward a few months and I'm in a bath house, in the dark room, stroking. A guy came up and backed onto my dick and I fucked him. I fucked a few guys that night. It just happened organically with no thought put into it. I'd suggest a bath house or sex party and just see if it'll happen without trying too hard.

One way to get over performance anxiety is to imagine that everyone around you is naked. And in a bathhouse, that's usually fairly easy to do. Seriously, as a bottom, you know that tops come in all shapes and sizes. You know tops vary in technique. And, you know what feels good to you. When you top, just use that knowledge to give your bottom the fuck you'd like to get yourself. As for those niggling "what if's", there are usually ways to cover or get around them. If you're afraid you'll miss the hole, remember it's not 'Pin The Tail On The Donkey.' Find the hole with your fingers first. You can finger the hole with one hand while using the other to get hard. Leave the finger in the hole until your cock touches it. If you're afraid you'll cum too quick, well, in a bathhouse guys are usually trying to get loads so getting one quick just means he can start looking for the next. If you want to cover for it tell him his ass is so hot you're going to cum. That way, it's a compliment for his ass. If you're afraid you'll lose your erection, one thing I've done to cover that is I'll pull out and rim his hole until I regain my hard-on. Finally, remember that it's not a race and no one is forcing you to perform in a particular way, so relax, have fun, and remember that ... *whisper* ... everyone's naked.

-Got fucked during intermission by a stage hand whIle performing in a touring show, and even got fucked by another cast member in the wings waiting to make an entrance. - got sucked off by a professor while working as a TA in cillegal -fucked two check girls and one bag boy while I was a bag boy one summer in high school at king soopers - regularly fuck and get fucked by clients while working as a handyman now But the best sex during work story was definitely when I was a caddy one summer for the local country club. These hot young trophy wives would slip me $100 bills to let them suck me off or finger them while we drove the cart from hole to hole. Also had a few sexy married lawyers and doctors and other men with important jobs who wanted to suck my teen cock on the fairway or back at the clubhouse during my time as their caddy. The lead caddy figured out I was open to stuff like that and worked as the pimp arranging my time with certain men and women who would tip us both ridiculous amounts for a jack off session on the green or a bj in the steam room and one guy, a former state's attorney, paid him 500 and paid me 1000 to come work a private party at his house wearing nothing but bow ties and a smile and take drink orders from his queeny old friends who would jack us as we took their drinks or finger us when we bent over to deliver them. At the end of the night he gave us each 300 extra to jerk each other off and once we were done he and a friend got me to stay late and had me try on a bunch of underwear from his friend's shop (the guy owned a men's lingerie store as well as a bunch of other stores and businesses around colorado) and I did a few lines of coke and I ended up spending the night and fucked the former state's attorney in the pool house and they both jerked off onto my face and tipped me for the extra fun. All in all I made a total of nearly $2500 by the time I went home and I also got to keep 3 briefs, 2 thongs, a jockstrap, a buttplug and a pair of leather shorts with removable crotch and built in cock ring! I would have returned to work there again the next summer but the lead caddy got caught with a club member fucking his ass in the locker room while another caddy sucked him off and the management fired him and decided not to hire any of the returning caddies just in case. It was too bad because that one summer practically paid for my first car and first two years of college!

Steve and Pete, two good looking guys, had met in college, fell in love instantly. Steve and Pete, graduated and got jobs. Finding a place in a neighborhood, that was for older people, but was affordable and were welcomed by landlord who rented the downstairs apartment to them. Ralph, who owned the house, wanted Pete, who with dark hair, hazel eyes, slender build. Not that Steve was a slouch, brown hair and brown eyes. Ralph himself, was balding 58 years old overweight. Ralph had peek holes in the floors in the apartment. He would watch Pete, shower, get dressed and watch Pete fuck Steve. Ralph had fantasies of fucking Pete. And an opportunity for Ralph was going to happen. ”Pete, I’m planning your birthday party, and do I have a surprise for you.” Steve said to his boyfriend. “I’m going to choose a guy for you to fuck as your birthday present.” “I can’t wait to find out who it is.” Ralph, eavesdropping, would fix it, that Pete wouldn’t get to his own birthday party Ralph, between asking, snooping around the apartment. Finding what he thought were invitations, but were clues to who the guy was and where the party was being held. Ralph replaced, the directions with another place to go. Which was an hour in the opposite direction of where the party was. Ralph got hard, knowing that he was going fuck him. The day of the party: Ralph left jockey, with the open back. And a note that said “The surprise guy wants to top you.” Pete was surprised that Steve would want a guy to top him, he figured Steve would want to top him. But it was Steve’s fantasy, so he would go with it. Pete arrived at the address: he was surprised to see that it was a bathhouse, but didn’t question it. Walking in, Pete is greeted by old men in their late 50’s early 60’s. Pete made his way into a room. Put his stuff away, got naked, putting on the jock. When a stocky old man walked in “You must be Pete, I have a message for you, it is go to room 9. Make a left, It’s by the sauna.” Walking to the room, Pete felt hands grabbing at his ass, wondering why Steve would pick a bathhouse to have a party. Now in the room, Pete hears a voice “take off the jocks, read the script, I wrote.” Pete looked around, but didn’t see anyone, took off the jocks, read the paper, which said “You want daddy’s cock.” “I love you daddy.” Those two lines would be easy to remember. He walked over to where the bed was, and on it was a note that said “on your back, with your legs spread, next to it was a condom. Pete was glad to see that, from what he heard, there’s not much safe sex being practiced in bathhouses, and Steve certainly wanted him to be safe. Before hopping on the table, he took a sip of water, unaware that there was a roofie in it. Pete went back to the bed, spread his legs, Ralph, who had been in the next room, watching him, comes out naked, “hello Pete, I’m your birthday gift replacement, it’s going to be ok.” With that, Ralph starts, rimming his ass, Pete, not being able to move could only moan. Ralph moved to Pete and slowly got Pete to suck his cock. “That’s my boy!” Ralph shouted! Pete could taste his precum in his mouth, Ralph then moved back to the end of the bed. Climbed on top of Pete, lifting the barely conscious young man’s legs over his shoulders, teasing Pete’s hole. “No condom?” Pete asked weakly. “Then no condom it is, son.” Ralph answered. With that, Ralph put his hard 6 inch into Pete, who could only moan and force to be kissed by Ralph, while he was thrusting back in fourth onside him. Ralph, let out a moan “Do you want daddy’s load?” Pete, remembering the script. “Yes daddy, and please daddy!” “Here comes daddy’s load deep inside you!”shooting several loads into Pete’s red now wide open ass, Ralph clasped on top of the boy, kissing him with more passion and Pete didn’t resist this time. Pete was also unaware that Ralph had filmed it and streamed it to Steve, who replied. “Thanks for not raising our rent!”

I think that there is one thing everyone who is questioning the rules and guidelines on this site should remember. It is not your large investment in time or money, or possible imprisonment that is at risk if some of these rules and guidelines aren't followed. It is RawTop who will be swinging out there in the wind by himself who is at risk. If there is someone out there who believes he/she can run a better site, with no restrictions, go do it. Put your money, time and maybe freedom where your mouth is. There is a belief in society, that any restriction on freedom is damaging to all freedoms. "False!" If everyone had the total freedom that some seem to desire, incidents like the Pulse Nightclub massacre could be daily or even hourly occurances. Do you want that? Of course not! Society has to have guidelines, restrictions and laws. The problem is, that many times, those guidelines, restrictions and laws aren't enforced equally. "That's" the problem. Argue and advocate against that.

When a top enters the last stage of his rut and embarks on the final leg of his journey towards orgasm, I try to stay as still as possible for him. It’s in no-one’s interest to force him to change direction and break his stride. At this point, it’s clear he’s found the golden spot in my arse that’s going to get him off, and he should just be left to it. Bottoms like me live for such moments, and it’s both foolish and arrogant to think I can enhance the experience for him with show-off maneuvers that should be left behind at an earlier stage of the fuck. The only exception is when I find myself in such a position that I cannot physically endure it for more than a few minutes. It’s never my arse that gives out, but some other supporting body part, such as a knee or a thigh muscle. Even then, I’ll put up with an enormous amount of discomfort to get his load, and only shift position once it’s clear the point of no return has been reached.

The first time I did this was in Berlin a few years ago. I'd always had a wide variety of tastes in guys and body shapes, but hadn't really hooked up with anyone you could call "repugnant." I was still insanely horny after a night of partying in Berlin - ended up at the Bull getting bred by the hot bartender from Tom's Bar. I decided to take a break from Bull and cruise Hasenheide Park. At this point, it was around 9am. The cruisy part of the park was great - a big field of guys sunning themselves naked, and plenty of woods in the back. I didn't have a blanket, so I just stripped completely naked and sat on the grass. The point was to show off a bit, and see who might be interested. I caught the eye of a few guys and so I headed to the woods. One-by-one some of the guys I saw from the field came to the woods and bred me, including one incredibly hot Turkish muscle dude who flooded my hole. After the fourth or fifth guy left, a man approached who was by every definition "repugnant" - a short troll of a guy. But he had such a horny look in his eyes, so I motioned for him to come over. He then pulled down his pants and pulled out a dick unlike any other I had ever seen - it was wide and grey. The first thing that came to my mind was that it looked like a Nintendo cartridge. But I bent over and he shoved it in my loaded hole. It took him less than 2 minutes to nut up my ass, which was hot. As he pulled up his pants, I felt that intoxicating feeling of both degradation and satisfaction for the first time. That was when I knew I was a true cumslut. I now not only take raw cock and seed from "ugly" guys, I get off on it. To this day, I still jerk off thinking about that trip to Berlin -- not the hot bartender from Tom's or the Turkish god, but that dude with the Nintendo dick.

My roommate is out of town for the night. Got a dude who had a bad night at the casino over. Gave him some nice throaty head and swallowed his cum in 10min. Wish i had more cum

I had met up with this middle age guy over a year ago. He had a motel room. People stopping by. I dropped by and dropped a fast load in him. It seemed like a blur. He’s been asking for a repeat ever since. Then this past Friday it worked out. He asked me over to his house to do it again. Said he had someone else coming by too, and could I prelube his hole? Here in the outer-yet-still-affluent DC suburbs, in the past red politics type gravitate towards northern VA, and blue politic types towards MD. Even though that is changing fast, there are still pockets of deep red in the Northern VA suburbs. He lives in one of those. Way out on the rural edge, his neighborhood is a gated community. Seriously, two gates and a guard to get in. Manicured landscape, homeowners’ association-approved mailboxes . . . all propriety and safety. I park my pickup in the tiny two car garage drive. He greets me at the door wearing only a t shirt and takes me to the first floor master - leads me through HER house. His wife’s I mean. Her kitchen. Her tacky bric-a-brac. HER bedroom. And her’s it is. King size bed. Linens she obviously picked. Her dresser covered with her photos. Her bible on her nightstand! He’s already got a towel down on the end of the bed. Before he climbs on it, he spreads another on the floor below it, just in case. Nice. Dirty. He climbs on, legs in the air, and I am in him balls deep and raw. Ahhhhhhhh. feels so amazing having him squirm around wanting my dick. And I’m fucking away in and out head swimming like it does. Her pictures. Her decorations. “She’ll be gone all day volunteering, don’t worry,” he said. Worry? Worry? I was just hoping she would walk in. They’ve probably been married 30 years. It would blow her mind to find him ass up taking raw dick IN THEIR BED. And best of all her dirty pig dick-loving slut husband was getting fucked again after me. There. Her bath towels are catching juices from his precum slick ass. I would love to make it last but HER BIBLE SITTING ON THE NIGHTSTAND LIKE SHE ACTUALLY READS IT is just too much. I blew my load hard inside him FUCK a huge load. FUCK FUCK FUCK what a mind trip. Conservative values in this country are the sham. They are fake news. Imagine how “Christian” she’d be to him if she caught him. Probably not as accepting as she is about what President Trump did to Melanoma.

Went to Cumunion the other night. One of the guys who fucked me had warts on his cock. I knew they were there but I wanted the load so I let him continue fucking me. I got a nice load from him. Did I get warts too? I haven't a clue what the transmission risk is.

One of the things people really dislike about this site is the infraction system. The most vocal critics seem to be spoiled brats who think they can do what they want, when and where they want. Honestly, I don't care about meeting the needs of spoiled brats. But I do recognize that the infraction system is imperfect. While we're running this forum software, we're stuck with what we've got. But as I build new software that can change. So give me your feedback on how you think a good infraction system should work. For starters it has to start with a design that minimizes unintentional mistakes. Right now a lot of infractions are given for posting in the wrong area. That's because people don't always think about where they are in the structure of the site before posting. So I'm envisioning a site with less structure. It will actually be tag based. So threads can show up in multiple places. So a thread like the one about LA banning the production of bareback porn could show up in LGBT Politics, and in the LA section, and in the bareback porn section. I'd have you pick the general theme that most matches the thread (bareback, cocksucking, fetish, etc.) and then everything else will be determined by tagging. There will also be reminders that in certain types of threads certain other types of discussion aren't allowed since HIV fetish, chem sex, and other sensitive topics will still only be allowed in certain areas. The person who starts the thread will determine what of the restricted topics are allowed and the thread will be placed accordingly. So first question for you guys – what are the other things I should think about that can reduce the number of inadvertent rule violations? Is there something you've gotten an infraction for that, if the site worked a different way, you might have avoided the infraction? Next, I'm envisioning an infraction system that's based on credits and debits. So when you do something good for the site, you get credit. When you violate the rules you get a debit. Bans will be based on your balance (credits - debits). So if you've done a lot of good for the site, you can make some mistakes and all it will do is deduct from your credits. Whereas if someone who's new to the site does the same thing they might be banned. If you're wondering, credits will be given for starting popular threads. Or making comments that get a lot of upvotes. Or reporting a problem that gets validated by a moderator. There will also be ways to earn points on my other sites – so on the porn sites stuff like cropping an image you like, or choosing a filter that makes the image look better would get you credits. On the hookup sites, uploading images that get a lot of likes and making them public will earn you points. Also, hooking up with a "trusted" member or attending certain sex parties will get you points. Some people will accumulate a lot of credits. So in those cases surplus credits will turn into things that have actual value. So big discounts (possibly free) branded gear (e.g. a t-shirt with #BBBH on it), or discounted (or free) entrance into certain sex parties. As I build out hookup site type features, the credits can be used to "advertise" yourself on the hookup site. All of those things are things that people will also be able to pay for (buy a t-shirt, pay an entrance fee for a sex party, or pay for better visibility on the hookup site). I can also envision letting users with surplus credits transfer them to friends so their friends don't have to go through the process of proving themselves like other new members. So there will still be an infraction system, but trusted senior members won't ever really feel the effects of it (other then a slap on a wrist and a reduction in credits). And they'll be able to give their friends the same experience by granting them some of their surplus credits. Basically saying "I trust this person, and the site should as well". The only problem I'm seeing here is that there may be so many ways to earn points that people rack up a crazy number of points. So I may limit the number of points a person can earn in a day. And I'm also thinking that once a credit is marked "surplus" it can't be used to pay a debit for an infraction. That means that a long-time user with lots of credits can't suddenly cause total chaos on the site and get away with it. And if a person has surplus credits and gets a large number of debits, then it will draw down a percentage of their surplus credits as well. (Small infractions won't draw down surplus credits, just major ones). So if you would… Think through your experiences with the current infraction system and tell me whether what I've laid out above resolves the problems of the current system.

Oh heck yes! My sophomore year of college, his freshman year. He had been with one other guy (a few days before, another buddy in our co-op house). It was awesome... I'd been wanting it for quite a while by then. Over 30 years later, we are still friends, though we live in different cities and don't see one another much. And he's still married to the other guy.

Not at all. I just wanted to be clear what was in my mind. If you'd like to make up for your non-offense, you are welcome to fuck my cunt into a swollen mound any time.

So, after talking to DrScorpio I realized that the current infraction system wasn't working the way I thought it was working. Infractions will now always expire – anywhere from 90 days for minor stuff to 2 years for serious stuff (most often 1 year). The number of points and expiration period are now always moderator modifiable (which means be nice to the moderators!) Old infractions that weren't set to expire have had their expiration dates set. (180 days from date of infraction where it was 1 or 2 points, 1 year for 3-5 points, and 2 years if over 5 points). That's still pretty strict, but better than it was… My apologies for not realizing what was happening.

i feel you. i too am a bottom who loves ass. It's my favorite part of a guys anatomy, i find ass more visually and emotionally evocative than i do cock... which is saying a lot, because i love cock too. A guy walks by, it's his ass that turns my head. And a bare ass? Makes me weak, seriously. You wanna seduce me or get me vulnerable, show me some guy ass. lol, i don't sound like a bottom, do i? i agree with hungry_hole, that "anyone with a cock that can get hard can top." Cept i'd change "top" to "fuck." And that is just a personal change because i am mentally and emotionally predisposed to bottom. If i put my penis in a guy, it's not to 'top' him, it's to connect with him. Well, that and get off. i still like to get off, but mentally and emotionally wish that my orgasm was attached to getting fucked. i have no inclination to fuck a Manly Man, it's the smooth, slight boy types that can get my penis, and then there's decided seduction involved, some mind fuck. i also have a fantasy where a Top/Dom manipulates me into fucking... prolly not Him, and it's a seduction fantasy, not a force fantasy. i guess it's more of a sub being used to fuck? All that to say, i think this is a complex topic. i think you would benefit from identifying what it is about you wanting to fuck another guy and nurture that. I.e., i imagine you fantasize about fucking a guy? What do you think and feel when you fantasize? Do you have fear in your fantasies? Do you have issues staying hard? If not, maybe try to reproduce you're fantasies?

I think I've answered this before but will again - once I flipped to bottom and have been able to fulfill the true role I was meant for, I know that it is to accept any and all seed, no matter the look of the Top. My hole has one purpose - to be mounted, fucked, and bred and serve as the repository for seed. When I set up a meet, or am in a club, I know it's not to get married - it's to further my purpose and accept all cocks. Oink!

Best thing is to fuck vers or vers top guys. That way no pressure if you loose your erection or cannot perform. As they say above practice, practice, practice. Contrary what most bottoms think, topping is a skill, not just ramming penis in a hole. You bottoms know the difference between a good and bad top. It took you guys time to be a good bottom, why should topping be any different. Because it looks easy???

No. I'm on PrEP for a couple years. I love it because I breed ass a lot. I don't even question any more. But I don't lie about it.

Anyone with a cock that can get hard can top, including bottoms. Some bottoms may not agree because they think that being a bottom is in their DNA. Well, it's not. Self-defined bottoms just like to get fucked over topping. A bathhouse is a good place for a bottom to try topping because there are all kinds of situations that can help relax and not worry about cock size, keeping the erection or shooting too quickly. Once you are horny enough and wanna top, find a willing hole already loaded or a guy getting fucked in public and join in. Panic or disappoint who? Never worry about cumming to quickly or the size of your cock because most bottoms are happy to just get their hole creamed.

I’m too slutty to remember most. I do remember regulars, though.

TravisFox [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/breeding-blindfolded-cumdump-34631341 Let myself into this pigs house and found him in his room like this. Gave this stud his fourth load that day.

This is all very interesting, I always worry tops will think I'm a dead fuck if I don't do anything

doesnt that depend on how many men and how often they cum? or if they taken condoms with too let us eat during, before or after? im not sure how many loads.. but from party experience in backroom of the party ive been able to keep on one after a another quite many times since i had to or clean it up.. but i took 13 men once then i started to get it to come up during throatfucks but i still kept swallow it again .. but they had condoms with them and poured down in mouth and got me to swallow it so hard to count and the cum that came up mixed with vomitting on my self was mostly cum.. but might be since i didnt have any food before the party while was in the storage room.. they didnt come with food so was very hungry but had diet and i dont know if good even if i done it 14 times but only eaten cum like 4 days in a row before so was empty stomache only cum filled and starved so i had to get more to repeatly cum or ive be without any at all.. but cum is suppose to be very nutrious ive told.. but need to serve luike several men to get enough and almost no breaks to compensate food if not eaten for days to get lil energy too keep on

Very vivid memory of the first guy that fucked me. It actually didn't go very far as I was drunk as hell and clearly tight as hell. He barely got his dick into me once; we ended up blowing each other.! But officially he was the first dick I had in my ass! It was the mid-80's, I was 18-19, he was some crazy handsome, furry chested, bearded Italian guy who picked me up when I was walking home drunk from a party. Still remember being fascinated by all that fur. Also remember being so drunk and horny I had my head in his lap to blow him in the car, even before we got to his house! And those it didn't progress very far, that feeling of a man's hard cock pushing between my ass cheeks is totally unforgettable. The guy had a pretty unique name and I did some internet searching....found a pic of him now, in his 70's. Still a really fit, handsome man. I'd let him fuck me again and I bet it would go a lot easier now😈

I work in a large building that has many public toilets. After work each day I stop by one of the toilets that's very quiet, often wait there and get loaded if I'm lucky by a breeder I've messaged online and told him where to find me. I usually wait with my trousers around my ankles with my arse on offer to take any load offered. The last time it happened (3 days ago), I didn't turn around to see his face. Public toilets bring out my darker and sleazier side, for sure.

When I awoke they were already out of bed. It must have been around noon judging by the angles of light I could see through the window. I could hear voices down the hall, so I wandered naked toward the voices. The plug was heavy against my prostate as I padded barefoot across the old oak floors. My morning wood stayed firm from the pressure of the plug and the leather cockring I still wore. "Oh, to be young and full of cum," Carlos said as I entered the room. "Look at that dick." He grabbed me by the balls and kissed me, then he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Let's go shower and get ready." "Yessir." "Such a good boy." His green eyes sparkled. "Chris and Nathan are meeting us down there. They already left for lunch. I'll show you wear the shower is." Carlos guided me down the hall to the bathroom. He put his large, calloused hands on my neck, cradling my head. I leaned in to kiss him, but he stopped me and pressured me to my knees. He wasn't hard. I rubbed my nose under his balls, applying pressure and massaging him with my face. I licked his balls and sucked on them. I tried to get both in my mouth, but they were too large. His dick swelled against my cheek as I worked his balls. My stomach grumbled loudly. "Oh, you are hungry," he laughed. "I guess I should feed you." He looked down at me and caressed my cheek with his hand, guiding my head back. His dick rubbed against my cheek as I tilted my head back and stared into his gorgeous eyes. I couldn't even tell what color they were because the shade of green seemed to brighten and darken with different lighting. His dick was at my lips. I stuck my tongue out to catch a drop of precum. It was saltier than a lot of cum I'd tasted, but not at all bitter. He pulled my hair until his dick hit the back of my throat and I couldn't breathe because my nose was shoved against his soft black pubes. He pulled my hair again, pulling me back so I could breathe again. We locked eyes again and he spoke, "Blink once for 'yes' and twice for 'no'." I kept sucking his dick rubbing my tongue along the shaft and head as much as I could despite his firm grip on my hair. "Did you lie to get into my party?" I blinked. He pulled my hair hard, pounding his dick to the back of my throat, this time much harder than before, making me gag on his dick briefly then pulling my hair back to release me again. "You are negative?" I blinked. He released his clutch on my hair and ran his fingers through my soft brown coif to the back of my head. This time he gently fucked my mouth for minute. The large head just hitting the back of my throat and oozing precum along my tongue as he pulled back until my lips were around the coronal ridge and I whipped my tongue around the tip sucking precum from his thick dick because I truly was starving and I needed it. He became forceful again, fucking my face so hard my nose was sore. I was gagging on his dick. Tears welling in my eyes as I struggled to breathe. And then he slowed. He ran his fingers through my coif again, "Allen told you this was supposed to be a poz-only load swapping party?" I blinked. "And you lied because you want to be poz?" I blinked. "You want my poz load in your mouth right now, don't you boy?" I blinked. He pulled my hair again, pulled his dick out of my mouth. He bent down and spit in my mouth. Then he continued to work his dick between my lips. He fucked my mouth gently and we stared in each other's eyes until he started to cum. He closed his eyes and leaned back. I kept my gaze up waiting for him to look into my eyes again. His load was thick like pudding on my tongue. Salty with a hint of molasses. I swallowed. His dick oozed loads of thick cum filling my mouth. I swallowed again. He leaned forward to meet my waiting gaze. My eyes must have sparkled through the tears because he ran his fingers through my coif again and remarked, "You're such a gorgeous slut." I kept my lips on his dick, gently sucking and working the head to get every drop. Carlos lifted me up off the floor and licked a bit of cum from my bottom lip. He plunged his tongue into my mouth and I knew exactly what I was supposed to do. I sucked his tongue until he pulled it out and bit my lip. He held my bottom lip firmly between his teeth applying enough pressure that it hurt. He gritted through his teeth, "You want to be my poz slut?" "Yessir." He bit down harder and pulled away splitting my lip open. His teeth were big and yellow, probably from years of smoking, although he didn't smell of cigarettes. He stuck his tongue out at me and bit down on the tip. I could see the blood beading up from his tongue and taste my own from my lip. Blood was just about to drip from his tongue when he pressed it to my bottom lip and licked. He gently licked my lips in a circular motion. Then we kissed. The taste of our blood mixing in my mouth as our tongues met and whirled. I couldn't control myself anymore, "I love you." He smiled. "Let's get cleaned up." We stepped into the shower together. He squirted a handful of lube from a bottle on the side of the tub and began to massage around my hole. He told me to squat and push and as I did he pulled the plug from my ass. A slimy mix of piss and cum whooshed out between my feet. "Good boy." He massaged my gaping hole with his lubed fingers. "I own you now. Anything you want you can have, but you must have my permission." "Yessir." He turned the water on and stood in front of me. The hot shower burned my back, just how I like it. I got down on my knees and kissed his dick. "Open your mouth, boy." He started to piss and I opened my mouth just in time to catch it. It was salty and mildly bitter with an odd musky flavor and a hint of maple that was confusing. I found it delicious and wanted more. "I want to be your urinal, sir. I want to drink all of your piss. I don't want you to waste it in a toilet." "Good boy." Carlos grabbed the steel douche from its holster and turned the knob. He cleaned my ass for me. It was strange being so vulnerable to another man. Luckily it wasn't too embarrassing as I hadn't eaten in more than a day and had cleaned out very deep in preparation for the night before. We were both hard, kissing, pressing our dicks together as he reached around and used the steel nozzle on my ass. "How many loads are you going to take this weekend?" He asked. "All of them, sir." He smiled, "Good boy."

Grrrr-fucking-oooooof Anyone know good cruising spots around DFW message me. I'd love to live out this fantasy!

Thats so hot. I have a straight married guy that calls me over for a booty call as often as he can. No bible on table but a cross on the wall. He is one of the biggest pigs in the bedroom that I have encountered, and trust me I have met a few!

Politics aside, I understand where this is coming from. Your concern is that being controlled/limited by pretentious personnel while trying to appease the masses of media concepts is rather...... A pain in the ass to say the least. Caricature-made, but understandable. I can concur with that. Applying that thought to the identities of "snowflakes" can be very important in your eyes, due to you not wanting trivial matters being more important than the significance of one's freedom and ACTUAL important issues. I agree with this notion. I too, as a "hardcore liberal," do agree that there is pseudo-liberal tactics that may please a general crowd without actually addressing the main issue. I seen it very well as a kid, with governors saying "I like gays," and 20,000 think pieces on Huffington Post saying that the governor who said such should be praised for acknowledging something so basic, when homophobia is most definitely not that govern's concern. I never understood that, and simply labeled those who follow that whimsy as "Mouth-Breathers." However, I will say this in my regard - I don't think on restriction, I just believe in responsibility, when it comes to freedom. You can drink and MAYBE get in a vehicle, but, don't be drunk. A sip is different than 40 kegs of beer. Same thing with freedom/basic human decency. Then again, I'm not opposed to a governmental law that enforces every man over the age of 40 to wear jockstraps and be rimmed by guys in their 20's 24/7. I guess I'm a nazi in that regard. Afterall, as a "socialist" I believe every Daddy should share his musky hole to all us young men to taste. It could help starvation. At least for me lol

I see a lot of fresh meat at MAL all ready. I wonder how many will be converted and in a few week be pregnant.

The darkest one that I have been to in my travels has to be the sunday afternoon nude session @ S.L.U.T club in Hamburg - Germany. Footware only. You are given a miners lamp, but only anyone newly there tended to use them..otherwise the play area was pitch black. They also keep the bar area in very low light.

This site does not promote drug use. Period. Read the guidelines in the "sex with enhancements" section. Promotion of drug use is prohibited. If you see it, please report it. What is allowed is for drug users to share experiences. The goal is a more supportive community where drug users don't feel isolated and where they may hear something in someone else's experience that might save their life. Whether we like it or not, a lot of guys in the bareback community do drugs. Unlike some of the sub-communities that I try to discourage through word filters, they are genuinely part of who we are, so they have a place here. It's a walled-off place, but there's a place. Which reminds me, please report any mention of drug use outside the designated areas.

I am back with another real incident that happened 2 weeks back. Since I cheated my boyfriend (we are 10+ years in relationship and were monogamous) in Vegas, that incident kind of made me so slutty, just thinking of it makes me so horny. My boyfriend had a conference 2 weeks back and he was out for 4 days left on Tuesday and coming back on Friday. I was so horny thinking of vegas incident (read cheating boyfriend) and wanted to fuck around more. I never being to any sex club and after researching online I found out blow buddies sf and got courage to try that. They have naked Wednesdays. I decided let me try that. So I went there at around 9PM it was kind of empty when I arrived and at the door they let me know that its naked Wednesday so need to be all stripped down and only with shoes. This was first time I was in any sex club and being naked in any gathering. I am nervous and at the same time super excited. I stripped down and put my stuffs in locker. Then with hesitant I went inside the play area where u have maze, glory holes and some kind of booths. I walked for sometime and couple of mid aged guys were following me and in some turns will be touching me. It was 1st for me I was exited and so much nervous. After sometime one guy grabbed my cock while I was walking and I stopped then he started shagging my cock. I didn’t stop him so he started sucking me and man he was so good. Then he took me to one of the booth and again sucked me for sometime and then he turned around and was trying to put my dick in his hole. I said condom and then he went out and got a condom and I fucked him good and he took my cum in his mouth. I went for a smoke in the outdoor area and I was still horny I walked around for sometime then I saw this hot guy may be early 40s, toned body, hairy chest and with good dick like 7.5” and thick. He looked at me and I looked at him. He went to a booth and blinked. I didn’t understand and walked passed. After sometime we crossed again and this time he put his hand on my ass and dragged me to a booth. We kissed and then he forced my head towards his dick. I started sucking him bending forward. After sometime time he put one finger in my ass and I was super turned on. I positioned myself better so that he can finger bette. He kept fingering 1st one finger and then 2. After sucking him some more time he turned me around and started to rim me. I was in cloud 9, so super horny and since I didn’t get fucked for a long time (sex in that matter as my bf and I stopped having sex for a long time) I was super horny. Then he started to rub his cock and I wanted to get fucked badly. He started pushing his cock inside me then I said condom and he grabbed one (there was condom in the booth and lubes too) he took one and I turned around to get fucked. There are holes in the booth and one guy was watching from the hole and grabbed my cock and then started pulling my cock to suck. I obliged and through hole he started sucking me and this guy slowly started inserting his cock in me. I was having best time and closed my eyes in pleasure. This guy then started fucking me hard and deep. He was deep inside me and I can feel and hear his balls throbbing my ass and I started moaning a bit (usually I don’t moan but I did). He was fucking me hard and holding my shoulders and hair sometime. After sometime he released and I also came in the guy’s mouth sucking me from the hole. Then I turned around and he said sorry the condom fell somewhere down when he was pulling out. I said that’s ok (I didn’t at all thought what has happened and thought that can definitely happen when u pull out after an instense fucking though my ass felt little wet). At this point I was feeling something like 1st time in sex club, got fucked by a total stranger and cheating my boyfriend. I left and came home. I went to toilet and found cum out of my ass and then I realized what has happened in blow buddies. I have been stealth (thanks to this site I have read many experiences and stories). I was super scared and freaked out. But at the same time I was super super horny thinking about what just happened (blow buddies reviews said it was more of safe sex club which definitely didn’t happen with me). Next day I went to clinic and got PEP (I don’t want to get hiv). I am becoming a super slut now (or have become already). I have my appointment for PrEP next week. Now I think I want to go to more such sex clubs (cheating my bf which adds to my excitement). Reading this site i think i am not weird and many of u do this and make us more horny and sex active. Cant even imagine how i became from a committed person to such slut in couple of weeks after my vegas encounter. Any suggestion where I can go and get fucked and fuck some hole? I just want to have more that slutty and get fucked by strangers or fuck a stranger. Where in sf u would prefer to go?

Easily my dad. I loved sucking his fucking fat Italian dick. To me, it was perfect and still years later weirdly serves as the dick I measure all others. Not only did I love the way his cock/cum tasted, I lived for his cock scent. I remember even rubbing my face in his pube/ball sweat to smell like him.

Can't stop laughing dodger at your reply above! It's true and same here. Although since letting my real inner pig out some while ago I realized that it's not about the look, the face, any attraction like that; it's about the serving of cocks and allowing our holes to be used as a chalice for the sacred seed of Priapus. Thus "yes", I have been fucked and bred by guys who were not "good looking" per se, but I didn't focus on their face, hardly even looked at it. I focused totally on the cock going inside me and the need to accept its seed. (Damn, sounds like there should be an "Amen" here!)

I learned last year that I was HIV positive, initially I was like almost all who become positive and that is panic and depression. After many doctors’ visits and having the many options explained I was overwhelmed and ready to give up. Then a friend of mine, who is also HIV positive, reminded me how I had made the decision to go BB and play raw in bathhouses, glory holes, cursing spots and on line for the past several years. He reminded that I had been playing raw for almost 8 years. He was shocked that after 8 years of playing with no telling how many guys raw it took as long as it did before I became HIV positive. In fact, he shook his head and called me a true bug chaser. I didn’t see it that way at first but now I realize I was. I have now embraced being positive and have decided to be the true Poz Pig that I have always been. I have chosen to go unmedicated and embrace my future. Is this wrong, thoughts anyone I am curious what others who have the same background sexually think.

He started to slide his cock deliciously in and out of me, taking his time as he enjoyed the feel of my cummy arsehole around his cock. "Mmmm....darling!" he gasped. " you have a sexy pussy!" The other man got off the sofa and headed out. "See you two lovebirds later!" He laughed. "Knock him up good, Terry!" Terry chuckled as the man left and whispered in my ear. " Is that what you want, baby? Do you want daddy's nasty sperm in you? Do you want my baby?" I was gasping with pleasure as I knelt on the old sofa, arse up, being fucked by this sagging old man. But his cock felt so good, and I was so high with the sleaziiness of it, I could only nod my head and say "Yes...breed me!" He sighed happily. "Good boy!." Then he thrust faster in and out until his cock was like a rod of iron in me "Here it comes!" He gasped and I felt his cock throb and throb, knowing with each contraction his toxic sperm was spurting into me. After a few moments, he stopped moving and lay heavily on my back. I could feel his ribs and his heart pounding. "Oh yes...you're all wet with my spunk now. Let's give it a chance to take, shall we?" He lay on me like an old pig. It was quiet and still as the others had left, and I could hear the clock ticking and smell the body odour on the sofa back beneath my chin. Eventually, his cock softened to the point where my hole expelled it with a soft hiss and he got heavily to his feet and slapped my bum. "There you go, son. Hope you enjoyed getting pregnant with me. See you later" Then he was gone and I was alone in that filthy room, sperm dripping out of me, wondering what the hell I'd done. And yet, my cock was rock hard and I was as excited as I've ever been. There was a noise in the door way and the thin, veiny man called Arthur who'd used me to get off came in and gave a dirty laugh. "Fuckin' hell! Look at you!" He laughed as I got to my feet, erection standing out with a drool of pre-cum hanging from the tip. "Bet you didn't expect this, did yer? Bet you didn't plan to go home well and truly pozzed?" I shook my head and blushed, "I'm so ashamed of myself, I shouldn't have done it" I said. But my hard-on showed a different story and he just leered at me "I think you knew what you were doing. You're just a filthy bastard like the rest of us." He turned, knelt on the sofa and spread his sagging, wrinkled buttocks revealing a puffy, slack brown hole glistening with lube. "C'mon," He said. "Give me your last neg load. This is what your arse is going to look like one day" He wriggled it obscenely at me. I couldn't resist. My heart was pounding and I knew now what I was. I got behind him, pressed my cock into his puffy lips and slid up him as Bill appeared again with his rubbish bag to empty the bin. He watched me fucking the wasted old body for a minute or two, then came and slipped his hand under my buttocks and squeezed my balls and fingered my cock were it entered the slimey hole. "That's it" He said. " Don't be shy. Shoot up him like his wants." He suddenly thrust his forefinger into Arthur along side my cock and I gasped with pleasure, feeling the orgasm approaching "C...cumimg! I gasped "Ooh, lovely! I can feel it shooting around my finger" Arthur was laughing as he took my load "Git your fucking finger out you dirty sod!" Bill did what he was told and winked at me as he licked the cum and juices from his forefinger. "Nice. " He said. " Sweet. And your last neg load. I know they've all fucked you. Welcome to our little club!"

What not to do? Not having a roll of paper towels or extra towels for people to clean up a bit. Not providing lube and/or poppers. Being too fussy/picky. You're probably not going to like everyone who shows up (because they posted fake photos, lied about age/looks etc) or every dick that is offered (e.g. too big, too small, piercings, unwashed etc). My advice would be not to do this in your own home and having a buddy/partner in crime who has got your back. I am way too much of a control freak to allow men to just come into my space like that - even for example at a place like a big hotel during MAL in Washington, DC. The number of things that could go wrong kill the "hotness" factor of it for me. Being a cumdump in a sauna or sex party is a totally different story.

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 16 (Teachers’ Pet) The email read: Crossroad’s Motel. Tomorrow night 7pm. I’ll be home late. The Crossroad’s Motel was a sketchy hotel on the edge of town that charged in 3 hour time slots. I did my best to rest my aching ass for the next 36 hours, and then around 5pm the next day, I cleaned out my money-maker, threw on a jock, and headed for the hotel. I gave the clerk my name and she tossed me a key, clicking her tongue and shaking her head. It was 6:45 when I walked into the hotel room, I almost fell over from the shock. Standing and sitting around in various stages of nudity were 7 of my teachers from the past 12 years of my life. Before I had time to process this, I was being grabbed and the door was shut and locked behind me. I felt powerful hands rip my shirt down my back as another pair of hands roughly unbuttoned my fly and tore my fly to shreds. A mouth clamped over my mouth. It was Mr. Thomas, my third grade teacher. His tongue swirled in my mouth as I looked into his eyes and he placed my hand on one of his flabby tits, prompting me to play with his hairy nipple. He took me roughly by my face and turned my head to the left where a wad of spit splattered across my cheek. It dripped into my mouth as I recognized Mr. Jacobs, my middle school P.E. teacher wiping his mouth from the saliva he had just showered me with. In contrast to Mr. Thomas’ pot belly, saggy chest, and jowly face, Mr. Jacobs was still broad with muscle and chiseled abs heaving in and out as his handsome face sneered at me saying, “You were such a fucking tease in 8th grade, you little cunt. I’m so pissed that I wasn’t the first one in those holes when I know you wanted them back then.” I looked down to Mr. Jacobs’ 7.5 inch cock standing at attention, thick with veins. He jerked his meat a bit and slapped me in the face as I felt a tongue lunge into my ass. I instinctively bent over and was force fed a nice fat 7-incher that belonged to Mr. Holden, my high school Spanish teacher. He was tall and lean, in his 30s, and his precum poured into my mouth. One of my hands was placed on Mr. Thomas’ cock, which was enormous…much bigger than I had ever though this toad-ish man would be packing. It was fat and uncut, measuring in at probably 10 inches. Mr. Jacobs took the place of the tongue, spitting on my hole and his dick, and slid himself into my fuckhole. I squealed on the thick cock in my mouth as Mr. Jacobs started sawing into me. I could feel his juices dripping down my nut sack and onto my jeans, which were just barely half way down my thighs. The teacher that had been eating my ass came into view. It was Mr. Sawyer, my elementary school principal, stroking a nice 8 inch piece that he proceeded to push into my mouth next to Mr. Holden’s dick. I gagged and slurped on both cocks as I squeezed Mr. Jacobs’ cock with my pussy. “Suck those cocks, you piece of shit,” Mr. Holden snarled. “Fuck yeah, take all that dick,” Mr. Jacobs said and spit on my back. This provoked two or three of the other teachers to spit on my back and in my hair. Mr. Jacobs reached up and rubbed it into my skin and scalp. Abrubtly, Mr. Jacobs pulled out of me, and I was flipped onto my back on the bed. With my ripped jeans still tangled around my legs, Mr. Lyell – my pre-Calculus teacher – held my ankles while Mr. Thomas (3rd grade teacher) pushed his supersized cock into me, his stomach flopping over my tiny dick. Meanwhile, Mr. Jacobs (middle school P.E. teacher) stuffed his dirty cock into my mouth saying, “Suck your ass off my dick, boy. It’s your juice, get it off my dick.” My eyes darted to the right to see Mr. Garth – my kindergarten teacher – and Mr. Middleman – my Sunday school teacher – watching me get reamed and jerking some pretty big cocks of their own. Mr. Garth was ancient with a distended belly, sunken cheeks, and a 8.5 inch uncut cock, leaking a string of precum through the foreskin. Mr. Middleman was a fit guy in his 50s, still wearing a wife beater T-shirt over his muscular chest and flat stomach, stroking a 7-inch beer can cock with some of the biggest low hangers I had ever seen. The huge dick inside of me trenched out my guts again and again making my boy cunt spasm and convulse in an orgasm. I felt my jeans pulled the rest of the way off of my legs by somebody leaving me only in my jock and one sock. “I heard you came just like a bitch,” Mr. Thomas (3rd grade teacher) laughed at me. “Yes sir,” I garbled through Mr. Jacobs’ cock. “My turn,” Mr. Thomas said and I felt a wave of semen flood my insides. I moaned and came again, letting Mr. Jacobs’ cock flop out of my mouth as I wrapped my legs around Mr. Thomas trying to milk every drop of sperm from his expanding meat. His fat belly rolled and slapped over my tight body as he collapsed on top of me, spent. With a firm slap to my face, Mr. Thomas pulled out of me with a sticky plop. My gaping hole was filled by Mr. Garth immediately. He must have been 70, easily and as I felt his 8.5 inches hit my colon, he clamped his mouth over mine. “Who woulda’ thought when I was teaching you ABC’s that I’d be fucking your pretty pink hole raw one day?” he murmured in my ear. He began a series of strokes into my cunt where he pull all the way up and crawl quickly up to my face to shove it in my mouth and then go back to a full stroke into my hole. My insides were in constant shock with each sudden stab, and my mouth was flooded with varying strong tastes of ass juice and cum depending on how much got trapped under his foreskin with each thrust. Suddenly, on one of his thrusts, he stayed inside of me. He groaned and his hand grabbed my hair violently, pulling my head back. His mouth just over mine, he said, “Fuck, your little boy insides are making my old cock cum hard. Take my dirty seed, cunt boy. You deserve my old man spunk.” And with that he clamped his mouth over mine, kissing me deep. I felt his dentures move against my tongue and my ass came as he poured his poz spunk into my boyhole. “Let’s really stretch the slut,” Mr. Jacobs (middle school P.E. teacher) bellowed and he pulled me off of the enormous cock, flipped me over, and before I knew I was riding his 7.5 inches, the drastic curve up stabbing me right in my prostate. Without missing a beat, Mr. Sawyer (elementary principal) saddled up behind me and pushed his 8 inches in next to Mr. Jacobs. I howled and thrashed, only to be muted by Mr. Middleman (Sunday school teacher) taking me by the jaw and placing his beer can in my throat. As I was DP’d, Mr. Middleman brutally face fucked me, his huge balls slapping my chin noisily. They were so big that they would swing up and slap my cheeks sometimes. I drooled, coughed, and choked on his delicious cock, feeling his amazing balls gradually tighten. He just kept a hold of my hair, calmly talking to me, “That’s it, you fuck hole, take all that cock. You have to make up for the fact that you have a tiny dick instead of a pussy. You should have a pussy, that was just a mistake. You don’t need a dick, you need more holes. Open that throat, take my monster, make me cum. Come on, fuck toy, be a good cum bucket, be a good receptacle for semen, you little piece of bitch. Cunt out on those cocks.” I moaned and whimpered, my ass pulsing and cumming every few minutes. Mr. Middleman tapped Mr. Sawyer on the shoulder. Mr. Sawyer immediately understood and pulled out of me. Mr. Middleman jumped into his place and the beer can ripped my asshole as it pushed in next to Mr. Jacobs. I screamed out as Mr. Middleman pummeled my overstretched boy pussy like an animal with a need to breed. He reached around and pinched my nipples hard grunting, “You’re a fucking cunt, you’re such a fucking cunt, are you a fucking cunt?” “Yes,” I breathed out, in tears. “Are you a fucking cunt?!?!?” “Yes!” I cried. “ARE YOU A FUCKING CUNT???” “Yes, God, yes!!!” I pleaded. “ARE YOU?????” “I’M A FUCKING CUNT! I’M YOUR FUCKING CUNT!” I screamed almost ready to pass out from the violent fucking I was getting, my hole torn and stretched without regard. Mr. Middleman shook and grunted, pulling my head back by my hair and going back and forth between slapping my ass and slapping the side of my head as he shot forcefully into my guts. I yelped and cried as he used my hole as nothing more than a place to put his spunk. As his orgasm subsided, he continued to fuck into me until he went soft and my ass squeezed him out. He stood up and put his sloppy, but still fucking big, dick into my mouth which I greedily sapped for its ass and dick juice. I could feel Mr. Middleman’s jizz leaking out over Mr. Jacobs rock-hard cock as it continued to fuck into me with its steady rhythm. Mr. Jacobs powerful hands took me by the legs and spun me around face away from him. His curved dick hitting me in a new spot, me whimpering at the new angle. My legs were hoisted up and Mr. Lyell (pre-calculus) slid his long 9 inches into me, reaching past Mr. Jacobs and making me ass-cum immediately. I bucked and thrashed but Mr. Jacobs held me steady. As the two men fucked into my backside, Mr. Sawyer, put his cock into my mouth still slick with my cunt juice. I sucked Mr. Sawyer’s dick like a pacifier and tried to enjoy the fucking I was getting. I felt like my cunt was going to fall off, but I grunted and tried to be a good whore. Mr. Jacobs started egging Mr. Lyell on, “Yeah, feel those pink walls? I told you there’s nothing like a raw boy pussy. Come on, Mike, let’s cum together. Just think about this little bitch half your age taking your nut. Yeah, there’s nothing he wants more than your nut right now. Just think about the fact that you’re in him and own him right now, nothing between you, skin-to-skin. Your thick load is going to be with him forever, come on, cum with me.” “I’m close. I’m gonna’ blow, man!” Mr. Lyell spat into my face even though he was addressing Mr. Jacobs. “Let’s do it. Let’s knock this faggot up!” Mr. Jacobs yelled. I felt Mr. Jacobs swell first and I breathed in with a gasp, but immediately after, Mr. Lyell’s cock got much much thicker and I thought my stomach was going to burst. Both of them let loose, spurts of cum volleying in different rhythms from each cock, hitting my sensitive innards. I was wracked with pain and pleasure as these already-large cocks got even bigger, trying to impregnate me in what I knew was a futile effort but what felt like they had definitely found my womb and it was being fertilized. Both men’s muscled relaxed and their breathing got more steady and their cocks jerked and pulsed with tiny waves of left over need. Mr. Jacobs tapped my ass twice and I pulled myself off of his semi-erect cock. My hips were immediately grabbed and I was brought up onto all fours, Mr. Holden (Spanish teacher) pushing his fat 7-incher into my sloppy butt hole. Right away, he began taunting, “You a bitch? You a bitch?” “Yes,” I moaned. “Act like a bitch then. Bark for me. Bark like a bitch, bitch,” he jeered. I did as I was told and started to bark and yelp like a dog. All the teachers started to laugh at me so I stopped. “Don’t you stop, bitch,” Mr. Holden said, “You a bitch, you act like one. Bitches don’t care if they get laughed at, come on.” So I started barking again and fucking back onto his cock while the other teachers laughed at me and spit on me. Soon, Mr. Holden’s fucking got harder and harder. He grabbed my hips and plunged in as far as he could go. I winced but he yelled, “Bark, bitch, bark for me!” And I began barking like an over-excited Chihuahua as he emptied his balls deep in my bowels. He stayed there, his dick just shooting into the deepest parts of my ass, his hips married to my ass cheeks until he was totally done. Then he mutter, “You filthy cunt, barking like a dog. So fucking pathetic,” and pushed my ass off of his dick. I turned around to clean his cock off, but he held it out of my reach. “You want this, bitch?” he asked. “Yes, sir. I want to taste it,” I begged. “Then be a bitch and piss yourself right now.” “But sir…” I started. “Fuck you, bitch boy. You wanna’ eat your cunt and my cum off this cock, you piss yourself right now like a bitch,” Mr. Holden demanded. I looked into his eyes and knew I didn’t have long to decide so I laid back and focused on peeing. I felt the urine travel down my dick and I soaked my jock strap with it. It trickled down my balls and into my ass crack. The teachers all laughed and teased me, but Mr. Holden shoved his dirty dick into my mouth and I got what I wanted – to taste my ass and all those different loads on his dick. “Now make yourself cum,” he ordered. I moaned in question and looked up at him. “Take your tiny dick out of your jock and jerk it off with my dick in your mouth. You only have like 30 seconds or I take my dick back,” Mr. Holden instructed. I immediately took out my 4-incher and jerked it madly as I sucked the sludge off of Mr. Holden’s cock. The teachers were all laughing and commenting on how small I was, how much like a clit it was, how it was the same size in kindergarten or 3rd grade. I shot off my small load within a minute, which Mr. Sawyer scooped up, rubbed over his dick, and slid into my hole with me on my side still sucking Mr. Holden’s cock. Mr. Sawyer’s big 8 inches felt amazing right now and I cooed and mewed around Mr. Holden’s dick as Mr. Sawyer gave me a nice hard fucking. He played with my nips and fish-hooked my cheek as he enjoyed my cummy hole. Within 5 minutes, he was filling me with my 7th load of the night. I collapsed on the bed exhausted, but was soon scooped up by Mr. Jacobs, carried to the bathroom, and dropped in the tub. I started to get to my knees, but Mr. Holden said, “Just lie there, bitch, like the cunt slut you are.” So I laid in the tub. Mr. Jacobs added, “And keep your mouth open.” I opened my mouth just in time to feel the first stream of piss hit my face. I don’t know whose it was but pretty soon there were multiple streams of urine covering my body, flooding my mouth and nose, and drenching my hair. All 7 men emptied their bladders, pissing up and down my smooth hairless body and into my face and mouth. I sputtered a bit, but just enjoyed the warm nasty bath and drink I was receiving, reveling in what a whore I was. These men had enjoyed my body, degraded me, and gave me their seed. They planted their babies inside of me and now they were dismissing me by peeing on me. One by one, they finished and walked out of the bathroom or stayed to watch the others finish. Finally, the bathroom was empty and I had a small puddle of piss around my urine-soaked body. I heard the door open and close, open and close, open and close...until I knew that they had all left. Left with me drenched in their semen and piss. Fuck, why did I love this so much. Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 17 (All’s Well That Ends Well) About a week after the Teachers’ Gangbang, I got really sick. So sick. I knew what it was, I had been waiting long enough for it. On the 2nd day of feeling like shit, my father said, “Finally!” He abruptly said he was heading away for the weekend. I thought I was going to die, I was so sick and there was no one to take care of me. I didn’t know what to do so I texted The Beast: Hi Joe, it’s fuckhole. Please don’t get mad that I’m texting you, but I don’t know who else to turn to. I came down with the fuck flu and my dad left town for the weekend. I can’t even stand up to get any food or medicine. Even if you just got me something to help me sleep and some food that you left in my room, I would really appreciate. I’m so sorry to ask, but I didn’t know anyone else that would understand. In less than a minute, he texted back: Be there in 30 minutes, boy. I kind of floated in and out of sleep until I felt a strong hand on my forehead. My eyes half opened and I saw The Beast standing above me turning on a digital thermometer. He smiled, “If you didn’t look so pathetic, I’d put this someplace else.” I kind of grinned, but was too exhausted to laugh. He put the thermometer in my mouth. I floated out again, but was woken up by the beep of the thermometer. Joe looked at it and said, “Not too bad.” He gave me some medicine to alleviate some of the symptoms and made me some soup, which he fed me because I was too shaky not to spill it. After I finished the soup, I said weakly, “Thanks for coming over. I know you didn’t have to. I’m sure you have other things you could be doing on a Friday night. It’s early yet, you can still go have some fun.” The Beast gave a little laugh and said, “I’m not going anywhere, douche bag. This part sucks.” I looked up at this stunning man and said, “Thank…” but I fell asleep before I finished my appreciation. I woke up again to The Beast spooning me from behind. He was naked and erect. I started to stir a little but he simply said, “Shhhhhhh.” He pulled my underwear aside and nudged his lubed cock against my hole. “Just relax and enjoy it,” he said. I was so weak that my asshole gave no resistance as he pushed his thick tool into me. It stretched and hurt, but The Beast was gentle and only fucked to my second ring, but not past. With steady, slow strokes he massaged my insides with his hard cock. “Mmmmmm,” I moaned, in a daze. With little more than a grunt and some easy moaning, Joe unloaded inside of me, fucked it a bit deeper into my cunt, and then said, “I’m gonna’ make you some more soup,” before pulling out of me and leaving the room. Joe took care of me all weekend, making me food, giving me medicine, and changing my sheets when I sweated them through. He would fuck me from time-to-time when he needed to cum, but always more gently than he ever fucked me before or would ever fuck me again. When I woke up Monday morning, he was gone. He had left a note though that said: No thanks necessary. You’ll be fine. No further contact is needed. Joe. I cried for about an hour. I was so thankful for what he had done for me, but the fact that he never wanted to hear from me again, tore me apart. My father got back later that day and started pimping me out to clients immediately. He showed me more and more disdain as time went on. About a month later, I officially tested positive, but my father made no move to start me on meds. Every time I asked, he would tell me to “shut the fuck up” and “you make more money this way.” He insisted that when it was really necessary, we would put me on meds, but until then my toxic cunt was worth more to him. One day, I checked my email account and it said: Kinky dentist wants to fuck in his office. 7pm today. 456 West Elm Street. Suite 506. I went there just like I would any other client. It was after hours and Dr. Hilton answered the door. He was a man in his 60s with a pointy chin and nose, bushy eyebrows, and a somewhat pinched face. He was taller than me and thicket than me, but not fat. Without saying a word, he brought me into his office. He turned me so I was facing away from him and undid my pants, dropping my pants and underwear to my knees. He bent me over and undid his fly. I felt his thick head at my hole. Gob after gob of spit fell from his mouth onto his cock and my ass. He rubbed it over his head and pushed into me. I grunted and tried to open my hole for him. He eased into me until he was totally inside. He was big, not the biggest, but big. His cock thickened at the base so every stroke stretched me at the end. Dr. Hilton fucked me harder and harder, me hanging on to the chair and trying to meet his thrusts. Finally, he grabbed one of my hips and one of my shoulders, and slammed into me 6 times, releasing a shot of cum with each final stab. He quickly pulled his cock from my ass, put it back in his pants and zipped up. I thought I was done, but he pulled my pants up and threw me in the chair. He tilted the chair back. I thought he was going to face fuck me from behind the chair which I thought would have been hot, but instead I felt restraints slap over my wrists. Well, my dad DID say that he was kinky. It took no more time than that thought for Dr. Hilton to slap a restraint around my ankles too. I looked at him with big saucer eyes, and he spoke for the first time, “Your father wants your teeth removed.” “What???” I squeaked. “He can get more money if your teeth are removable. So I’m doing him a favor. I got that freebie in exchange for removing all your teeth. So let’s get started. I have dinner plans at 9.” “Please, please, whatever he told you, I’m not game. I don’t want this,” I pleaded. “It’s not your choice. You’re his cunt to whore out. That’s clear from the websites.” Dr. Hilton said coldly. “This has got to be illegal!” I shouted. “So is accepting money for sex,” he responded. “This is so fucked up!” my eyes followed him around as he gathered his tools. “The teeth I’ll make you will be just as nice if not nicer, Matt. After you recover from the initial extractions, you really won’t mind. Just imagine, you can take out your false teeth and have nothing but soft pink gums to suck those big dicks with.” “I do just fine with the teeth. You should have let me blown you. You’d have seen. I never get complaints about teeth,” I made my case. “Sorry, kid, I promised your Dad. It’s not about whether or not you nick some dick with a tooth. It’s about the fact that guys get off on you being such a whore that your teeth have been removed so your mouth is nothing but a fuck hole. You get it. I don’t have to explain it to you.” “Please, please, please…I’m begging you,” I looked into his eyes as he came toward me with the gas mask. “It’s already done, son. Just try to relax.” Tears streamed down my face as the mask was clamped over my mouth and nose. I looked up into his steely green eyes, begging. “It’ll all be done before you know it. Let the gas do it’s job.” I whimpered, resigned to my fate when I heard a loud crack from the lobby. “What the—“ Dr. Hilton said, but before he could finish his thought, the office door flew open and there was The Beast. The gas was starting to make me fuzzy so I thought I was hallucinating. “Get the fuck off him!” Joe said. “Who the fuck are you?” Dr. Hilton asked. “If you don’t take that mask off him, I will beat you fucking senseless and then call the cops,” The Beast said. “It’s taking everything in my power to not punch you right in your ugly fucking face right now so fucking DO IT!!!” Scared, Dr. Hilton took the mask off my face. Joe pushed him into the tray of tools and unfastened the restraints. Too weak to walk, The Beast threw one of my arms around his shoulder and helped me out of the office. I started to regain some sense of reality as we passed the splintered lobby door and proceeded to the elevator. Well, it wasn’t until later that night that I found out my father had been bragging to Joe about what he was planning on doing. Joe kicked my father’s ass until my dad told him the address. Joe told him to never come near me again. That’s when he came to get me at the dentist. I asked him, “Why? Why did you do this? Why do you care? You said you never wanted me to contact you again. And I have NOTHING…no clothes, no money, nothing. Where am I going to go?” Joe rolled his eyes, “Here. You’re going to go here.” “I can’t get on my feet in a week or something, Joe. I’m fucked.” “Listen to me, boy. You’re going to stay here permanently.” I was so confused, “But you said—…” “You’re so stupid,” Joe said. “I told you to not contact me because I’m in love with you and I don’t want to be. But I am.” I looked at him in disbelief, but then smiled broadly. “Don’t get any crazy ideas. You’re not my fucking wife and we’re not adopting some Asian baby or any shit like that. You’re still my fuck hole…and I will be pimping you out just like your Dad did…BUT I’ll never pull any of that shit like he did today, and we’re going to get you on meds, and you’re going to sleep in my bed. But you’re mine. I will fuck who I want whenever I want without any lip from you. And you fuck me and who I say you fuck, but no one else, got it?” “Absolutely,” I said, with a goofy grin. “Now climb on my dick,” he said pulling his cock through his fly. I stripped off my pants and underwear and wrapped my cum-filled cunt around his massive cock. I bounced up and down on him, milking him for all I was worth. He took me by either side of my head, pulled my face to his forcefully, and for the first time kissed me…and it was deep and passionate, and I came simultaneously from my cock and ass. My convulsing pussy pushed him over the edge and he bit my bottom lip, muttering, “Take my load, you fuck hole.” He shot streams of cum into me, fucking up into my bowels and kissing me, crushing my body to his. When he was done fucking his kids into my hole, he pulled off my mouth and said, “I love you, Matt.” I gulped and said, “I love you, too.” We lived like that for four years and it was amazing. He fucked whoever he wanted, and that was fine. I had no reason to be jealous. He loved me and I never questioned that. He showed it in so many ways. I got plenty of sex too. He was always fucking me and he was always pimping me out, which as much as I hate to admit it, I liked. More than liked, I lived for it. It didn’t matter how gross or disgusting the person was, I liked being used and knowing that someone was paying for my holes…and that I HAD to do what they wanted and take what they gave me because it was my job to be a whore. It’s what I was good for, what I was put on this Earth for. So many guys were so jealous of us. We would go out to bars and take home the hottest guys. Whoever we wanted. One time, we saw Kurt out. Remember Kurt? Well, he certainly had come into his own. Big old pig bottom, poz, biohazard tattoo on the small of his back prominently displayed as he walked through the bar shirtless with assless jeans on. He let anyone stick it in right in the middle of the bar. The Beast did, right against a go-go pole…and I was right there between Kurt’s legs to lick up the cum-sludge from his earlier conquests as well as suck out the Beast’s cream once Joe was done with Kurt’s hole. Joe and I could have lived like this forever. We hardly ever fought and when we did, we were more concerned with the fact that we had possibly hurt the other one’s feelings than we were about our own point of view. It was really special and sexy what we had. So you can imagine how devastated I was when Joe was killed in a car accident when I was 23. I thought my life was over. It was a rough year and I was very self-destructive. Drugs, going off my meds, taking risks. I eventually found my way back on track. I had a stupid job at some convenience store but at least I was back on my meds and not suicidal. Just think, I had planned on going to college at one point. Anyway, believe it or not, I was nursing a vodka tonic and some gay bar in the city when who should walk through the door? Jordan. Remember Jordan? We got to talking. He had had his own fucked up path. We both laughed about how “straight” he was in high school as he fucked my ass several times a week. “Yeah,” he said, “I guess you could say I’m still bisexual ‘cause I like pussy, but God, a lot of girls hate me. I’m not so good at not getting caught with my dick in a guy’s ass.” That sent me into hysterics. He told me that he was poz now and loved knocking up college boys. I told him about Joe and me, and the fact that I missed being pimped out and the situation I had with him. We talked until the bar closed and then went back to his place and fucked like animals. He gave me three loads that night and although he was still rough and treated me like a whore, he was a great kisser. We kept fucking for a few months and ended up falling into the same relationship that Joe and I had. Jordan would pimp me out and he would get to fuck whoever he wanted. We love each other and we’re good together. Granted, it’s not what Joe and I had, but it’s close and we make each other happy. And he still has that sadistic grin like the first time he made me ass-cum… …which brings us to where I started – Me waiting for my next “client” thinking about how I ended up here: waiting on a bed in a 20 dollar hotel for whatever guy he’s sold my cunt to. I can see his sadistic grin in my head when he told me, “Tomorrow’s client is a gonna’ be a doozy. Get some rest.” My ass is up in the air facing the door that I left unlocked. I hear the door open, someone enter the room, and the door lock behind him. I hear his clothes hit the floor as he positions himself behind me. He rubs his fat head against my drippy hole – Jordan pre-lubed me with a fuck and a load of cum before I headed out. The stranger moans as he pushes his thick veiny cock into my used cunt. Whoa, really thick. I feel his balls hit my taint and I guess that he’s about 7.5 inches, which is a nice length. I can fuck a cock that size forever without any problem, and it does nothing but feel good. This faceless cock starts fucking into me and I hear him moan, “Fuck, that’s good hole!” I freeze. I recognize that voice, where do I know that voice from? Do I dare look? I can’t help myself, I have to know. I look back over my shoulder and can’t believe who’s fucking into me. “Long time, no see, son,” my Dad says, and I start to ass-cum. THE END.

The entire bathroom was done in slate, the shower merely a step down in the corner of the room, covered on one side by a clear glass wall and the other two covered with the slate that continued up from the floor. A sturdy showerhead jutted out from the wall. “Get on your knees,” he growled as he shoved me into the slate enclosure still wet from his morning shower hours before. My knees harshly rubbed against the stone floor, and I looked up at him holding his soft cock. It was still incredibly impressive, still gorged with blood, at about 8 fat inches of juicy man meat. “Please don’t…” I started to implore, but before I could finish my plea, a pale yellow stream of urine erupted from his tasty piss split and hosed down my chest. It was wonderfully warm, like the water in a heated pool, and the smell was somewhat indescribable. It was strong but not repulsive while clearly the scent of something debaucherous and nasty. He stopped the flow for a second to command me to open my mouth. I did so without questioning though I really didn’t want to drink his piss. “Hold it in your mouth until I tell you to spit it out, understand?” I nodded in disbelief that I had been lowered to the status of a urinal. His jet of piss restarted, aimed directly at my pie hole. I collected his fragrant amber fluid in my mouth until it was overflowing and dripping down my chin onto my clit-dick, now soft and even more pathetic looking. Once again, he retracted the steady flow. Eyes expectantly wide, I looked up at him, begging him to let me spit out the pee that was making me feel like a cheap, worthless public restroom. “Swallow it.” My eyes got bigger, surely he wasn’t serious. “I mean it, every drop. You should honor and appreciate anything that comes out of my body. I just sired you, bitch. I gave you my kids, passed on my gift, and showed you your true calling. Anything that I produce from my holes should be your favorite meal…so swallow my piss, fuck hole.” I steadied myself and then closed my mouth and drank my first (but not my last) piss cocktail. The aftertaste haunted my mouth and nose, but I looked up to him proud of showing him proper respect for his bodily fluids. And actually, after the fucking I had just sustained, the nasty drink was somewhat refreshing, and I found myself wanting more. I cast eager eyes up to him and was met with an abrupt spray of piss all over my face. I knew he did it just to degrade me and a part of me did want to cry as his urine splattered across my face and all over my body. “Wash your hair with it, piggie.” He managed to keep shocking me. “Don’t just kneel there like a whore, really be a whore. Scoop some piss off your body and the floor and wash your hair with it, you worthless hole!” I cupped my hands and tried to scoop up some piss from the slate, and then I massaged it into my hair. Tears were definitely flowing now. When I went to scoop up some pee from my body, what should catch my eye but my newly erect boy-dick. I couldn’t believe it! As I cried and rubbed another man’s urine into my scalp, my sorry-excuse-for-a-cock was hard as a rock. “You pathetic cum dump, look at that little miniature dick standing straight up. What a pitiful motherfucker, this REALLY is what you are, a fucked out, piss soaked, pozzed up boy cunt.” All I could say was, “Yes, Sir.” “Stand up, pussy boy,” he barked, the bombardment of piss having stopped. As I faltered, I felt his beefy hands grip my waist to speed my ascension back to upright and turned me to face the wall. I felt his sausage thumbs apply immense pressure on the small of my back, forcing me to bend over, catching myself with my hands on the slate wall. He wrapped his hand around the base of his puffy cock, pushing all of the blood still escaping his erection toward the last five inches of his tool. Without a word I felt it at my sore, worked over cunt, and soon is was lodged in me a few inches. I couldn’t believe he was ready to fuck again…but that’s not what he had in mind. A warm sensation rushed into my bowels, completely washing through my insides. My God, he was peeing inside of my asshole. I moaned, reliving the sensation of being ejaculated into, though this was slightly different. It was more consistent and stronger. And more degrading. I truly was a human toilet. My mouth and ass is where you go to relieve yourself. I have no worth beyond this…collecting fluids from bigger men than me. These thoughts were interrupted by an incredibly full, bloated feeling in my abdomen. Of course, all that piss was ballooning my insides and corked with his big rod. Finally, the flow of urine stopped and he leaned forward to give me instructions, “Okay, when I pull my dick out, I want you to clench your hole as tight as you can so you keep all of that piss and cum in you. I want you to squat down, not kneel, but squat and suck my dick until it’s hard again, got that?” I simply nodded, and he said, “Good bitch.” He pulled his meat from my anus and I contracted my hole as hard as I could. The discomfort was intense as it began to make me cramp a bit. I squatted in front of him and took his cock, still dotted with rivulets of pee, in my mouth and began sucking it. “Aw, come on, I already taught you this,” he said annoyed and grabbed the back of my head. Once again, he skull fucked, brutally using my mouth as if it were a pussy he was raping that he had no respect for or concern for leaving it in any kind of usable condition. I gagged causing my asshole to spasm open and propel some of the piss, and presumably toxic cum, out of my ass. “That’s it, faggot. That’s what I want. I want to see your choking clear that cunt out.” So he continued to assault my throat with his ever growing manhood, instigating my gag reflex and causing my newly seeded pussy to convulse and slowly but surely expel all of the piss and cum he had just forced into me. This went on for about 5 minutes until my ass was just making wet fart noises when I would gag. “Okay, it’s empty. Take a shower, faggot, and meet me in the bedroom.” He abruptly walked out of the bathroom, leaving me to shower and regroup my senses. I showered as quickly as I could, not wanting to anger him and anxious about what was coming next. I dried off and walked into the hallway, easily finding the master bedroom. He was on the bed, sunlight pouring through the window, shafts of light tossed across his furry muscular pecs, his tight trunk-like stomach, his dangerously powerful legs, and of course, his ten and a half inches of man at full mast. It was already glistening with lube as he stroked it. “Come over here and get on it, fuck boy.” Knowing that begging him for a reprieve would do no good, I climbed onto the bed without hesitation, straddled him, and pulled my ass up high enough to connect the end of his cock with my hole. I pushed out on my hole to open for him and began to sit down. Fuck! Would this ever get easier? (The answer to that is ‘with him, no’…he would disembowel me whenever he fucked me.) Loud guttural noises and high pitched whining poured from my mouth as I tried to sit down to the base. He brought the bottle of chemical up to my nose again, “Take a hit of poppers, cunt.” I inhaled deeply into both nostrils and felt my battered walls give in. Once I had him completely in me, he said, “Get yourself off. Ride that dick and beat your tiny meat until you cum again. Use my dick. I want you to fully realize that you used another man’s REAL cock to make yourself cum like a woman.” So I did. He just lied there, but I bucked up and down; I got up on my feet and gently used the whole length to caress my prostate; I took him deep, pressed firmly against my colon to make me whimper and jerk my boy-clit faster. It was humiliating, and yet, it felt SO good. The pain was exquisite and soon, ropes of cum were shooting all over his torso, my four-incher going almost immediately soft. “Lick it up,” he ordered and although I wasn’t crazy about the taste of my own cum, I hopped off his cock and lapped it up obediently in mere seconds. As soon as my cum was eaten off his stomach and chest, he got up and positioned himself behind me doggy style. He slammed the entire length into me in one stab, sending me into a bout of screaming and howling. His hands pulling on my waist kept my butt firmly planted against his hips, and he advised, “The poppers are right there. I think you should take a hit.” I hit the poppers hard and as soon as I had the cap back on, my asshole was railed with excruciating brutality. The poppers were turning the wreckage into pleasure, but I couldn’t catch my breath as my guts were repeatedly tossed aside to make room for the massive invasion of his cock. He rammed it in one final time and kept it there. I was trying to catch my breath and wipe the sweat from my face when I felt the dull point of something against my ass. I didn’t realize what he was doing until I heard the familiar squeak of a marker. “Wait—“ I began. “You hold your position and don’t even think about saying or doing anything. Just shut the fuck up and stay on all fours like the breeding bitch you are.” He continued writing whatever it was he was writing on my ass. Mid-way through, he asked, “What’s your best friend’s name?” “Matt Bennet, why?” “Don’t you worry about it.” He had finished writing, and he pulled his cock from my hole about 3 inches, and then I heard the familiar shutter release of an iPhone taking a picture. I looked back over my shoulder. That fucker had gone through my stuff and gotten my phone while I was in the shower. “I know this is making you upset, but don’t think about doing anything about it. Just stay there,” he warned. He tapped away on my phone and I recognized the sound of a sent text message. He threw my phone on the bed in front of me so I could see what he had done. Staring me in the face was a text conversation between me and Matt with the last entry being from me saying, “Great Saturday! I’m finally taking big raw cock up my ass like I've always wanted to!” and a picture of my ass stuffed with my assailant's junk. On my tight white hairless ass - decorated with a few pink hand prints still – was written in black marker CUM DUMP. And a little lower on my right butt cheek was scrawled the word CUM with a little arrow pointing to the place on my crack where my hole would be. I was devastated. My best friend was going to get this picture. He would know that I was a worthless bottom bitch. I started to cry as the beast began to drill me again. He slowed his pace, wrote something else with the marker, snapped a picture, and went back to mercilessly pounding my cunt. He fucked me down on to my stomach, his entire body pressed to mine, crushing me with his weight. His legs and hips moved his cock into me at a different angle making me cry out in a new high-pitched shriek, but he just kept sawing into my hole. Once again, he changed positions, putting me on my side and scissoring my legs so that he was straddling my left leg and my right leg was on his shoulder. I didn’t believe he could get deeper, but this proved me wrong and I scrambled for the poppers, sniffing them for dear life as he plunged through my inner ring again and again, but this time managing to get further past it. The poppers helped but I was still clutching the sheets, biting into the pillow, screaming, and crying. That’s when my iPhone chirped. The top just chuckled as the plowing of my cunt continued and I reached for my phone. I swiped the icon across the screen and read the message from my best friend. “Dude, what the fuck? I always kinda’ knew that dick head Jordan Micelli was right when he would call you a fag! But with a dick that size in you, you’re a REAL faggot! You’re a sick-o. Leave me the fuck alone!” The phone was swiped out of my hand and he read the message. He mocked me, “Oh, what a shame. I guess being an anonymous fuck hole cum bucket isn’t going to get you a lot of friends. Just a lot of cum. And piss.” Violently, he flipped me onto my back, his dick never leaving my shitter. Once on my back, my legs on his shoulders, he methodically pumped into me, his balls banging against my ass like a bell tolling the coming of a great event. He grabbed by phone, clicked a few options, and turned it to face me, showing the second picture he took. The words that he added across the top of my ass were POZ FUCK HOLE. I whimpered and he threw the phone down on the bed and began to slam into me with new vigor, grunting and cursing. I looked down my body, taking so many things in: his toxic tattoo slapping against my ass rhythmically, his stomach muscles clenching as he drove another fucking home, my soft useless dick flopping around as I was used for the hole that I was mean to be, and his hard eyes looking directly into mine. “You want that poz cum?” “No, please, I don’t.” “Yes, you do. Really think about it. If you didn’t want it, you wouldn’t still be here. You want that release, and I want you to ask me for it. Beg me for my load.” “I can’t.” “You’re not getting it until you beg me for it, which means I just keep fucking you until you’ll never be able to hold a shit in again, hear me?” “Please. I just want a normal life.” He snorted, “Not after today. It’s not in the cards. You were never meant for a normal life. You barely have a dick and you crave submission to real men. A normal life isn’t for you. My toxic cum is for you and you want it. So just give in to it and beg me for it.” Something in me snapped. My body’s needs suddenly took over and although my brain was still saying “no,” my body was sick of having to be inhibited by it. My legs fell from his shoulders and wrapped around him tightly, the heels of my feet digging into his muscular ass, pulling him into me and meeting every vicious thrust. “Yes! Give me your pox load! Give it to me. Fill me up with your toxic babies, make me carry you DNA with me forever. Please, I’m begging you for it. I need your poison in me, it’s worth it ‘cause it’s yours. I hand my hole over for you to deposit your dirty spunk into my worthless cunt. Please.” He taunted, “Maybe I’ll pull out and cum on the bed.” I panicked, wrapping my legs tighter and contracting my pussy walls to keep him from escaping. “No, please no…don’t waste it. Put it into me. Let it sit inside of me and do its job. Knock me up with your disease and then toss me aside like the worthless cock sleeve I am. Please, Sir, please, I need this. I need you. I need your poz seed!” That knocked him right over the edge and he groaned, “Here comes my jizz, you stupid cunt.” Once again, I felt the monster lodged in my bowels pulse, spraying my insides to overflowing with HIV ridden semen. I imagined his swimmers scattering to find every nook and crevice in my ass in search of a home to take root and fester. Once every drop was emptied into me, he pulled out with a sloppy plop, and immediately shoved a small butt plug into my stretched hole to keep the cum from spilling out. Checking his watch, he said, “A little after 4:30. Perfect. Time for you to go home.” As I slipped back on my jock and shorts I realized that at no point in time had this man ever kissed me. I really felt like a whore now. And as I picked up my torn shirt knowing that I would be heading home shirtless, I realized that I didn’t even know his name. Worse than that, he didn’t know mine. “I just realized, I don’t know your name.” “So?” he retorted. “Well, I mean, you just loaded my ass, I thought—“ “You need to stop thinking. You’re a set of holes. Got that? Why does a set of holes need to know my name?” I tried again, “Well, my name is—“ “Shut the fuck up. I don’t care what your name is … I don’t want to know it. You’re my possession now, my boy cunt.” “What?” He explained, “You father owns your ass now. Believe me, he owns it, but you’ll always be my boy, my fuck hole. Oh, you’ll be mad at me for a while, but soon you’ll start thinking about me and the moment when I poured my juice into you, changing you forever. Giving you my DNA, my baby, and you’ll feel lucky to have carried it full term. And you’ll want to be my fuck hole again, to feel the lack of identity, the lack of choices, the lack of distinction. Just one more fuck hole for me to knock up, but to you, I’ll always be the one who broke you.” What he was saying sunk in, and I wondered if he was right. Would I feel an instinctive urge to come back and be his fuck hole again and again? Did I really want to be a nameless poz cum dump, but was having trouble letting myself go for it all the way? I guess only time would tell. “Now go home,” he said. “Your father is waiting for you.” More to come…

Yesterday I had an old friend drop by after an almost two year gap. He'd used to come over and breed me for hours, and figured while he was in town we could have some more of those good times. He came over and we sat down and talked.. within ten minutes he was removing his shirt. I had prepared for him, and undid my pants showing off my black jock. He almost purred as he ran his hand down my bare ass, bent me over and started rimming me. After about five minutes of tonguefucking, he grabbed my bottle of astroglide from the bedside table, lubed up, and pushed in me. I took him so eagerly, his balls hit my hole within a second. All eight inches of him were planted deep in my ass, and he started to fuck me. It was like we never had that time apart. I remembered everything, the heat, the sweat dripping off his chin onto my back... and the part I liked best... the feeling of him shooting deep in my gut, still rock hard, and continuing to fuck. Oh yea... my mulitple cummer friend was back! He held me down on the bed and continued rutting my hole, again and again, gripping my shoulders and groaning as he gave off a second thick load... he stayed in me this time and caught his breath... then turned me on my side and started slamming me again. He hit my prostate so hard and so fast I started to cum myself, and the sight of that made him fuck me harder. His cum was leaking out of me and splattering against his humps, and my relentless moaning finally sent him over the edge for a third time, seeding me once again.