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Chapter four. Sam & Roger - Part 2 I walked into the darkroom and it took a couple of seconds for my eyes to adjust to the lack of light. I could hear the tell tale slapping sounds of flesh against flesh of a couple of guys fucking a few feet away, and next thing, a hand reaches out and grabs my arm, pulling me into the chest of the man I had been pursuing. "You've been following me, haven't you?" The man asked, leaning in closer and whispering it into my ear, kind of stumping me for a second. I felt a lump in my throat, and replied back into his, in the same fashion "Yes, you got my attention when I was in the hot tub". He let out a low murmur of appreciation. Like a little growl. It sounded hungry and animalistic. "What are you looking for today?" He asked. "I came to get fucked.... pretty much" I replied. He squeezed my nipple - HARD - and twisted it slightly, and I moaned with the pleasure and pain it caused. He then kissed me passionately, aggressively even, jamming his tongue in my mouth, wrestling it with mine, and he began sucking on my tongue, then I did the same back to him, feeling horny as fuck and running my hands all over his burly chest. "I think we should go to a room. I'd prefer to get a better view, if you know what I mean" he said, and pulled me away from the darkness, and we began walking down towards the private rooms. We went into one of the larger rooms, which had a queen sized bed, covered in vinyl, and as soon as we were in with the door closed, he pinned me against the wall, embracing me and kissing me again, with the same passionate fire. I was awestruck with how assertive this guy was, as usually I would be the dominant guy, regardless of whether I was topping or bottoming. If I was getting fucked, normally I'd be something of a power bottom. I called the shots, so to speak. If I was fucking another guy, then I could even be quite aggressive, even just a tad sadistic. Stretching out those boy-pussies with my cock and watching the bottoms squirm and squeal and whimper and moan, sometimes even hurting them just a little. That irresistible ache that feels like a slight burn when you're getting fucked and your hole is still adjusting to the size of the invading cock and you haven't quite fully relaxed yet. That feeling that after a while becomes so addictive to a bottom. Yeah, I won't just fuck you gently. I don't mind that, but I'm not always interested in making love like that. I wanna fuck. So, I won't just fuck your hole.... I'll destroy it. No one ever complains in the end, because, even if you moan or protest, or even cry..... You know you want it. So yeah. I was pretty set on that wavelength for quite a few years. But this guy was clearly in control. It was like he was Tarzan and I was Jane. Hell, I could have been not much more than a piece of meat to him. Almost. He had natural charisma, and some good moves, and boy, he knew what he was doing. It both intimidated and excited me. He turned me around, holding me in his embrace, and then loosened his hold and pushed me backwards with his hands on my chest, pushing me onto the bed. "Wait here. Don't leave. I'm gonna go to my locker and get some of my gear." And with that, he turned and walked out, shutting the door behind him. I did as I was told, waiting patiently for about 3-4 minutes, when he returned with a smallish denim duffel bag, the sort of which you might take with you when you go camping or carry sports gear to a match in. He opened the bag on the bed and pulled out a few toys and bits and pieces. First was a blindfold, then a bottle of poppers, a butt plug, some bondage rope, a flogger, and a used, stained jock strap that smelled of piss. He balled up the jock in his fist, and grabbed one of the bundles of rope, and kind of let out a low growl, coming up to me, saying "You're going to make this easy. And I'm going to make sure you can't resist now. Open your mouth, slut. Trust me, you want this. If you want my cock, that is....." Goddamn. Here this stud was, bigger and more muscular than me and more comfortable with himself than just about anyone else I had ever encountered before, and.... the fucker was beating me at my own game. I was fucking staring to feel emasculated by him, even a little worried. What was he going to do with me? How far was this bull going to go? Was I about to get raped?! And yet, despite the sudden rush of anxiety, and these thoughts swarming my mind uncontrollably, I was turned on beyond belief. This man who was going to fuck me, and no doubt completely fuck my brains out, rather than a quick pump n dump or a gentle inner massage, he seemed like he was gonna wreck my insides. And I was starting to feel it. The tingling hunger in my hole for his cock. I think if I was going through with this, if I was going to submit to anyone, this is the guy, at this very moment. Almost like he could read my mind, I think he could see the bit of fear in my eyes.... he stopped for a second and said "Look. Make this easy for us both and do as you're told, bitch. You told me you wanted to get fucked. You perused this, you hunted me down, like a thirsty slut. You led me on. So, I'm going to give you the fuck you know deep down that you really want. I don't want to have to, but if you're gonna be a fighty cunt, then a cunt is exactly what I'm gonna turn you into. I'll leave you tied up here, just a hole for any of the men to use however they want. Or, you can play ball like a nice boy, and you'll get rewards....I think you know what I mean, and I'm damn sure you want my cock inside you, don't you?" I nodded. I was losing my resistance and inhibitions completely as he spoke in the authoritarian, masterful dominant tone. Not abusive or cruel as such, but very clearly in control and in command, and not to be messed with, or he would dish out some trouble that I knew I probably wouldn't enjoy as much. It didn't come naturally, but I knew full well what I would be experiencing now, today, was submission. "Alright then. Open your mouth." I did as I was told, and the bull shoved the balled up jock strap, which was at one time soaked in piss which had since dried up, and was encrusted with cum, straight in my mouth, and told me to bite down gently on it. He then secured the jock with a bit of rope, wrapping it around the fabric that was protruding from my clenched teeth, around the back of my head. He went around a few times, and tied it in a knot behind my head. "Perfect." He said. Then he kissed me on the forehead, in a kind of reassuring way. It was the most gentle thing he had done to me so far, and it actually felt kind of nice. Warm. Loving, almost. He then retrieved the blindfold and placed it over my eyes, it wasn't one of those sleeping ones with the elastic strap, it was more like a bandana or something, a soft piece of fabric, like satin, which he tied tightly around the back of my head also. He chuckled "Righto. Now we're getting there. You're nearly ready, slut. You're gonna love this, I promise." The next thing I heard a bottle being opened, and I felt his body heat as he was right behind me, his chest behind my back, while we both sat upright on the bed, and it felt so comforting feeling that heat radiate between us. I then felt a finger press gently against my left nostril, closing the opening, and the bottle of poppers was pressed gently to my right nostril. "Take a couple of deep breaths, and then we'll repeat in the other nostril", he said. Which I did. I knew the poppers would help me completely relax, so I went for it and felt that amazing, glowing warm rush flow through me. He then pushed me gently forward, causing me to lean into an all fours position, and I felt his tongue drool some saliva right where my tailbone was. He let out a low growl of hunger again, taking a second to watch his bead of spit drip down my crack, towards my hole. He then dove his head down, in between my asscheeks, and ran his tongue over my hole, in a big long slow stroke. He then did it again, starting from the end of my scrotum, up towards my tailbone. I couldn't help but moan out in blissful pleasure this time, it just felt so damn good. He then started tongue fucking my hole, and I gasped, and moaned some more. "Feel good, huh?" He chuckled, spanking my butt with one of his big, powerful hands. "Shit, boy, their ain't gonna be no angels where you're going......" He then dove back in, eating my ass like a man possessed, or a hungry animal of some kind, licking, spitting, blowing on my hole, and biting down on my cheeks, and spanking each of them, getting whimpers, gasps and moans out of me in response. "You know you wanna get fucked, don't ya, slut? I'm going to make you my whore." *SPANK!* He kept up the dirty talk in between his masterful tongueing of my most private parts, pulling my cock through, in between my legs, and licking, sucking, kissing, and even pinching or nibbling on it, alternating his attention between my ass, my cock and my balls. I was feeling so used, and slutty, and I was absolutely loving it. "This cock is gonna fuck your little ass better than you know..... gonna make you useless for any other man.... bitch..... slut.... gonna be my cumdump..... breed that fuck hole full of my dirty jizz"..... *growl* He then even started snorting like a pig. *SPANK!* "Fuck yeah. Daddy's little cumdump whore. I can't wait to felch my juice out of your cunt and snowball it back to you, slut." He then got up, and I felt the slightest rush of cooler air across my ass as he distanced himself from me, then he spit on my hole....fingering it ever so slightly inside me. "That's all the lube you're getting from me." It hurt a little, but my hole was super relaxed from the hits of poppers and the amazing rimming, let alone that I had already been fucked once today. I just moaned, as he pushed his finger in farther, moving it around, rubbing the lining of my ass. He then pulled it out sharply. I heard a sniff. Then he put his finger under my nose. "What's this, then? Been a naughty cunt, eh? Been bred already? Another man's cum in my whore's hole, and you didn't tell me.... ....guess you really won't need lube anyway." I heard him disrobe from his towel, and it landing on the floor. He pressed the bottle of poppers to each of my nostrils again, this time making me take more hits, like a ritual. Then I felt him pressing the head of his cock against my hole. It didn't take much. Just the slightest bit of pressure, and I pushed back ever so gently. That was just the head. Then he pulled out again. He flicked his cock head against my hole, up and down, and then back and forth, then up and down and around, making little circles, teasing my hole, entering just by a few millimeters and then pulling out again. This was driving me nuts, not only did it feel amazing, but the teasing was making me ache to get him inside me. I started rocking my hips, and arching my back. He chuckled when he noticed. "You're a natural, huh? Haha. Just, settle down, faggot. It's coming soon enough." Then he rammed his cock in, all 9 inches of it, straight up my hole, balls deep in a brutal thrust that made me scream. Then, just as quickly, he ripped his cock right out of me. Then did the same again, without waiting for me to be ready. "Told you I was going to ruin you." Rammed in. My responses were all being muffled by the filthy jock that was bound in my mouth. "MMMMMFP". Pulled out violently. "Faggot." Rammed in again. "Mmmmmffff" Pulled all the way out again. "Whore." Same again. In and out. In and out. "Slut." He spanked my ass a few times, then he got up off the bed, and asked "Lie down flat on your stomach". Which I did. He grabbed my legs, and simultaneously swung me around and turned me on to my back, so that my legs were hanging over the edge of the bed, and my ass was right on the corner. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and pressed his cock against my hole. Just held it there, and let me breathe and relax. It didn't take long. As soon as I was breathing slowly and calmly, he pushed in, really slow and gentle this time. And it felt sooooo fucking good, I shed a tear and moaned in ecstasy. "Awww, baby.... starting to learn about what your pussy is really for?" He said, in an almost mocking tone, but still, somehow affectionate. "That's cute." He kept rocking his hips, slowly grinding his tool into my fuck chute. "Fuck, your hole is amazing". "Are you ready yet for another load?" I nodded. "I have something to show you." He pushed his throbbing member all the way in to me, putting an intense amount of pressure against my bladder. It hurt a little. He leaned over me and removed the blindfold. I gasped when he did. After blinking a couple of times, adjusting my eyes to more light, I had a clearer view of my top. "Look towards my pubic bone, slut. I hope you like what you see." I pushed my torso up slightly, resting on my elbows, so I could adjust my line of sight and looked at the man's crotch. I saw something that kind of shocked me a little. It had been obscured from view before by his towel. Just under his waist line, where his stubble from a shaved pubic bush began, I saw a tattoo of a scorpion. It had a red drip of blood dripping down from the tip of it's stinger. I knew what it meant. This man, who now had been brutally fucking my hole, like he wanted to rip it to shreds, and was still buried inside me, was HIV positive. And he was fucking me raw. He handed me the bottle of poppers and said "Take a few more hits". I did, 3 more in each nostril. While I did this, he withdrew his cock from my ass, and started fingering me again, only this time, seemingly determined to stretch my outer ring as much as possible. Starting with one finger, but quickly adding more, until he was up to four inside me, moving them around. He then used two fingers from each hand, and pulled each side of my hole open, and some of my ass juices and the cum that was already in there started slowly leaking out. He then put a couple of fingers inside me, saying "This might sting a little." I felt him start to scratch my insides! And I moaned in pain, as it hurt like hell. He wouldn't stop through, fingering me as roughly as he could, and doing his best to tear the inside of my ass. He withdrew his fingers, then brought his hands around the back of my head. He untied the jock strap makeshift gag, and then removed it, throwing it on the floor. He then grabbed my lower jaw with his hand, and spat on my face. "Open your mouth. Stick your tongue out." I did, and he spit in my mouth, then kissed me passionately, and we both moaned in pleasure together." When he stopped, I asked "Are you poz?". He stopped and stared at me. "Yes. And you're going to get my gift. I think that deep down, you need it. Whether or not you realise it yet...." He put a couple of fingers back in me, and dragged his fingernails down through the lining of my ass, and I wailed out in pain. "Aaaaaah, it hurts...." "Necessary." That's all he said. Then after a couple more minutes of roughly finger fucking my hole, he pulled them out, and showed them to me. Two fingers, covered in blood from my ruined ass. "Better lube than that branded shit." He said. "Lie back down. Daddy wants to breed you now." I took another hit of poppers, quickly then passed him the bottle, and laid down on my back. He pushed his cock back into my hole, roughly, and started spitting on me. "Fuckin SLUT" He then increased his pace, getting more and more forceful and urgent, and then.... holding kind of still all of a sudden "Here it comes..... aaaaaah, fuuuuuuck! Yeah! Take my fuckin dirty cum, bitch!" And his cock spewed rope after rope of his toxic cum deep inside me, us both breathing and panting heavily, his body heaving from the orgasm, and he finally relaxed, and laid down, on top of me, his cock slowly softening in my now destroyed ass. "Gonna be round two, soon. That was fuckin excellent, though." He panted, his head resting on my shoulder. I turned my head to his and kissed him gently, and he kissed me back.

Chapter 55; *Uncle Jim's DirTy load up my cunT* - What are you doing there Sir? Are you planning to inject and infecT me with HIV? - Eh!? ... I thought you were already Poz pig!? - No Sir, I am NEG with no other STI's either. - That's a big shame, I've a syringe full of top quality corrupt DNA here. As he said that last sentence he gestured the potential blood SLAM by slightly twisting his syringe holding wrist up and down in my direction. I was excited and becoming aroused to receive my fourth blood SLAM (the first being on the warehouse stage at my parTy) from this depraved twisTed Top. I was also becoming really turned on that we were both now pretending that I am NEG with our Neg-Poz role play which came to us all so very easily. He came over to me and started to tap for a vein. Once a bulging vein was located he slipped in the dirTy needle, held his very steady hand still and looked up at me with a full on intense look. I could tell our Neg-Poz role play was driving him crazy, but he knew he had to contain himself and his steady hand for the imminent moment. - What are you doing Sir? ... I told you I am NEG! - You haven't at any poinT said STOP, which I have interpreted as you seeking to get knocked up. Just like a little while ago we exchanged mutual glances of two highly infectious poz PiGs in heaT before he went to focus in on recharging me up. Looking at my arm his third and final pure blood slam of our private one on one parTy and play session rushed around my body as it was slowly pushed in. Again I watched intently as his toxic DNA entered me, trying very hard to keep still as just like last time I felt myself becoming highly aroused ... The needle came out, and he pressed down. And AGAIN I instantly became insanely aroused with the exact same reaction as last time; My eyes began to roll into the back of my head, I began to groan very loudly, I took a super firm grip of the sling using both hands, and then my loud groans turned into a combined stunted whimpering and hyperventilating. This entire process of my bizarre reaction again like last time lasted for several minutes. Uncle Jim knew the second time this was now happening that I was merely in a heightened state of arousal. This time concern was not needed nor given, and instead Jim came to the foot of the sling, slid his thin yet long 11" serpent 🐍 tatted poz Dick deep inside of my battered destroyed cunt, and forcefully fucked me with long and hard fast paced strokes as he poured out a constant tirade of Neg-Poz rolelay verbal on a loop; - Fuck YEAH, take my unprotected poz dick faGGot ... TAKE IT ... Open up that warm wet NEG cunT, c'mon pig, open it wide and get ready to accept my med resistant detectable virus nice and deep in your guts ... No condoms and no pulling out here boy ... He spoke like this and relentlessly fucked me during the several minutes I was psychologically reacting on a physical level to the latest blood SLAM. Despite my intense reaction I could still hear what Uncle Jim was saying which turned me on even more. Once my reaction had settled I was able to regain my focus and looked up at the man who was pounding away at me. All I could see was this animal lust which at this moment I could not get enough of. I kept with the theme of our Neg-Poz role play; - Fucking infecT me Sir. Knock me up. - InfecT you with what faGGot. - Your med resistant HIV. Let me have it. He suddenly out of nowhere stopped fucking me, and like he had already done this morning leaned in over my torso bringing his gaunt yellow face close to mine. We stared intensely into each others eyes for a few minutes where he gently rocked his hips back and forth as he remained balls deep with his 11" of poz dick meat. - So you want me to make you HIV positive? - Yes Sir. Breed my slutty NEG cunT. - You do realise I have Gonorrhoea too which dramatically increases the risk of HIV transmission. If I cum in you, you will become infecTed. I responded with moans of pleasure as his hips continued a slow rocking motion with his beautiful serpent tatted poz dick remaining fully impaled. - I have Hep C too, and I'd say with your wounded cunT from all the FFist Fucking we have done this morning, you really will be guaranteed to get both of my viruses. Guaranteed! His nasTy Neg-Poz role play talk again left me only able to respond with moans of pleasure. He leaned in towards me even more and now began to slowly lick my neck. Fuck, that was too much for me to take; - Give me AIDS. Both the rocking of his hips and the licking of my neck both stopped, and he brought his face back in line with mine, bored deeply into my eyes with his eyes, and very firmly said; - You say that once more, and you are gonna fucking get it! I suddenly felt myself completely submit in a way I had never experienced before. This feeling was followed with a few short sharp pants of my breath, and then ... - Give me AIDS ... Sir He gave me a real twisTed smirk filled with an intense depravity, brought his body up a little way from mine, spat on my face a few times, then brought his body upright, took hold of the sling chains, and without even a seconds notice commenced a violent hate fuck upon my poz cunT, and in about a short 30 seconds his breathing had become erratic, with his fucking changing to a pace that a Top does when he is seconds from unloading. He slammed his dick in deep and held it there, I felt it twitch, and then he began to roar like a wild animal. Every few seconds he'd release the tension in his hips then tense them up again giving out a short hard thrust each time his toxic cum blew inside of me. Once spent he lay on top of me and we kissed passionately as our sweaty bodies slid over each other.

Chapter 56; *Ayan's call* Uncle Jim climbed off of me, his serpent dick sliding out of my now without question, highly charged poz cunT. He prompted me to get out of the sling and kneel before him, but I was too trashed to move properly, so he helped me out and guided me to the kneeling position. He looked down at me as I looked up at him with his hands behind his head and feet hip width apart, standing strong above the new poz pig in town; - I can see on my dick, your cunT juice, your cunT blood, my poz cum and what must be poz cum from various guys at lastnight's warehouse parTy, and my Gono pus too. Lick my serpent dick clean you dirTy pig. I took hold of his long dick which was still fully erect, and started licking up and down and around his shaft. Every now and again I would put his serpent dick in my mouth and suck for several seconds before resuming licking him clean again. Throughout my licking and sucking he'd sometimes grunt and groan as I eagerly ate the evidence of where he had been; - You are very good at that pig, you're a complete natural. And fuck, what about that Neg-Poz role play, that was fucking hoT. As I continued licking I looked up at him with eager puppy eyes and nodded in agreement. Once he was clean he had a carnal need to get irTy again, so he instructed me to stay where I was and that he'd be back in a bit. A short while later he came back, and carried me out of his play room and into his bedroom. Time to go to bed for some sleep? Not just yet! He had laid out a large towel and positioned me on it on all 4's in a diagonal position to a large free standing mirror, and made me look at my reflection. I could not quite see the ''S6AT6A6N's WHORE'' written on my chest, but I could see the 6-6-6 written on my forehead, my new nasal septum piercing ring, and my round ass cheeks clearly. I noticed that my complexion was now of a pale/grey appearance, and that I looked really wired. Well, I was still really high on meTh. For the next four hours he alternated between FFisting me with both his forearms, almost up to his elbows now, one arm up to the shoulder, fucking me with that 11" toxic serpent dick of his, and punch FFisting me as well. It was really intense to watch him via the mirror as my destroyed cunT received a further hard battering. At the end of the four hours the final punch FFist came at me; - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 ... Now push it out, c'mon pig push out your cunT, c'mon, bloom for your Uncle Jim. I pushed and pushed and ... Out fell my big juicy, ridged, velvety, warm and wet prolapse. And an explosion of cum came with it landing on the towel. But it seemed nothing went to waste in this household as Jim promptly scooped it up, and rubbed it deeply in to my inside out cunT. He told me to keep it pushed out, then wandered off to his bedside cabinet; - Fuck, it's already midday. I think it might be a good idea to call Ayan and see if he can let you have a few days off. There is no way you are going to be in a fit state for work tomorrow. - No it is okay. If I can get home sometime this afternoon I can sleep this evening and then all day Sunday then go to work on Monday. - But today IS Sunday. - Wha'? I've lost a day!? - Seems like it pig *He said in a cocky tone* He brought his phone with him over to where I was on all fours, sat by me, dialed Ayan's number, then started to play with my prolapse, stroking and rubbing it as he was waiting for Ayan to pick up. - Hello. - Hey Ayan buddy, it's Jim. - Hey Jim, how you doing? - I'm doing very well thanks. How are you yourself? - Yes, I'm very good also. Todd seems to have suddenly developed a niggling chesty cough. But he is fine. - Sorry to hear that. I hope he'll be okay. Thanks for the parTy lastnight by the way. One of if not the best one so far. I've still got that slutty English pig at my home too. - Is he awake yet? I bet he must be out for the count. - He hasn't been to sleep yet, well, not properly. He did seem to be drifting in and out of consciousness for a while back there in the sling. - You've been playing with him all night. He must be totally wired. - Well, not just playing, parTying too. - Some more broTherhood shots eh!? - Well not exactly. I've given him one meTh SLAM, and three more pure blood SLAMS, alongside FFisting him for most of the night. Even got some Neg-Poz role play into the mix too. - Jim you wild nasTy pig. And three more pure blood SLAMS .... FUCK. But you had the highest viral load out of anyone at the parTy lastnight. -Yeah, think I may have contributed to raising his own viral load. They both laughed. - Listen, the main reason why I am calling you is, he indeed is very wired, and wondered if you could do without him at the office for a few days, give him time to recover a bit. - Actually, I just emailed him a little while ago to tell him to take two weeks off, and to return to work on Monday, two weeks from tomorrow. - Ahh, Great, I'll let him know that. I'm just rubbing his prolapse now, and want to cum on it, then I'll send him for some sleep. - Okay Jim, you dirTy dawg. Catch you later. They both said bye to one another with Uncle Jim kneeling behind me and spreading his Gono pus all over my meaty velvety prolapse before he began to masturbate over it. We looked at each other through the reflection in the mirror with his eyes full of greedy animalistic lust. I knew he was going to cum, and soon by the way his breathing was quickly becoming rapid and the way his body was already tensing up. I was so hoping he would be cumming over my flopped out cunT, especially as I was increasingly feeling submissive towards this man. I think his corrupt DNA must be working it's magic! 😈 I was right that he would be cumming soon as he started to roar and I saw the first handful of sprays of poz cum as they squirted all over my prolapse. Once he finished cumming he pushed my cunT back in, picked me up and carried me over to his bed, laying me on another large towel. This fucker was very well prepared. Still horny and still with a rock hard poz serpent dick he climbed on top of me, slid deep inside of me, and slowly fucked me, kissing me and stroking me for at least another hour where he then came inside of me AGAIN! He plugged up my huge gaping cunT with the biggest butt plug he could find in his collection, and told me to try and get some sleep. I do not know how I could as I was so wired, yet, I was also extremely exhausted, so at least laying down with my eyes closed was more than welcomed. I actually did end up sleeping the entire day albeit drifting in and out. Sunday evening Uncle Jim fed and watered me, then drove me home where I slept right through to Monday night except for piss and drink breaks. For the rest of the week my body and mind slowly processed recent events with lots of sleeping in between, a stray message from my boyfriend Lew back at home saying he misses me, and a few social tea and cake visits from my neighbour Ramon whom I knew to be a poz chaser albeit his hyperspermia poz bull husband Edward didn't want him to convert. I could feel an energy growing inside of me with the desire to give Ramon what he has been craving all this time! Would I be gifTing the neighbour?~ Keeping Uncle Chad's memory alive. On the Friday of my first week off the sexual health clinic called me out of the blue, telling me that the Doctor wanted to make an urgent appointment to see me, and a date for this coming Monday afternoon was set. What did they want?

Chapter 54; *GifTed with another Blood SLAM 💉* I had now been FFisted for six hours solid, with a small interlude at the half way mark where I had received a slam of meTh which saw the second half of our FFisting session become really intense with my cunT being completely and totally destroyed as I relentlessly BEGGED for another pure blood slam. Most of the second half of our FFisting session was also spent with our eyes fixed on one another. At this poinT of our parTy and Play he was once again shoulder deep inside my piggy guts, repetitively pulling out just past his elbow and back to being shoulder deep again. Shoulder Deep had been going on for about 10 minutes and I was now completely frantic to have his filth pumped into me, so I again took to BEGGING for what I needed, for what I craved; - Sir, PLEASE, I cannot wait any longer. I really do NEED both your med resistant HIV and HEP C viruses. I NEED them to completely control me, to completely consume me, exploding deep inside of me as my body surrenders to your ever growing powerful force of corrupt DNA. PLEASE Sir, give me your t☢️xic filth. PLEASE. I am BEGGING you. Charge me up. Show this nasTy poz pig your darkest demon! His face suddenly went from a horny piggy lust expression to a straight blank stare. Oh fuck, I think I was about to get what I had been begging for. He pulled his arm completely out, and without any prompting I pushed out my brand new hanging prolapse. He stood up, cupped his balls massaging his perineum area until a whole load of Gono pus flowed out to which he grunted in pain. With the Gono pus that he had just coaxed out now leaking down his Serpent tatted shaft he began to bang his fully erect 11" Dick of Death on my prolapse, also wiping it back and forth ensuring his Gono was also being transferred onto me. He pushed my prolapse back in and in no time was back to masturbating inside of my destroyed wrecked cunT. It felt so fucking great having him wank off inside of me, using me as nothing more than a mere flesh-light. Just like he did earlier when he was doing this he leaned over bringing his yellow gaunt face close to my face, again a mutual fixed gaze, but this time he was looking animalistic. I now knew he was about to get really fucking nasTy with me, and I could not wait; - Just so we are very clear here, you want me to inject you directly into your bloodstream with my med resistant HIV virus, and my Hep C virus. - Yes Sir. Again he straightened upright, continuing to slowly masturbate inside of me; - Then if that is what you want, I want to hear you say it just like that. Make it very clear to me. - PLEASE inject me directly into my bloodstream with your med resistant HIV and your Hep C, Sir. 😈😈 As soon as I said that he removed his hand from my cunT, but left his Dick of Death in there, grabbed onto the sling chains and bam, he finally started to fuck me properly, and at a decent firm moderate pace too. He gave me a knowing wink as though to say *let's fuck as real men should pig*. As much as I loved the 45 to 90 second pump and dump routine at my parTy lastnight this right here right now beat all of it, an unhurried fuck. Perfect. And he had stamina, however having now fucked me at this consistent pace for a good half an hour non stop he suddenly abruptly stopped and pulled out; - No no no no no no, I must stop. - Eh, what's up Uncle Jim? - I almost came, and I want to last longer. Right, I think you have rightfully earned your special gifT. He again winked at me which I returned with a huge big beaming smile, because I knew what he had meant. He attached a tourniquet to one of his arms and one of mine, and once again drew a syringe full of blood from his system. He then immediately poinTed the dirTy needle at one of my bulging veins and slowly slid it in. Holding very steady he looked up at me with that yellow gaunt face of his boring deep into my inner being; - You do realise there is med resistant HIV in this syringe? - Yes Sir, I do. - And Hep C. - Yes Sir, I fully understand. - You fucking nasTy cunT. We exchanged a brief mutual look of two highly infectious poz PiGs in heaT before he went to focus in on the task in hand. And slowly his t☢️xic filth went in, and I watched intently trying to keep still as I felt myself become highly aroused ... The needle came out, and he pressed down. It was at this poinT in time I became insanely aroused. My eyes began to roll into the back of my head, I began to groan very loudly, I took a super firm grip of the sling using both hands, and then my loud groans turned into a combined stunted whimpering and hyperventilating. - Steven, are you okay? Jim was concerned to how I was reacting. Was he going into some kind of shock he thought. No, that cannot be, he has already taken two pure blood slams from me, the first one over half a day ago at the parTy. After several minutes I settled down, looked at Jim and simply had the most massive smile from ear to ear. I was flying off of my tits on meTh, and was really getting off on being used, trashed, and infecTed with everything out there. I had changed and in a big way; I remember when I arrived in the USA 5 weeks ago and met my boss Ayan for the first time we had this conversation; - Well, firstly, no one is going to plant their seed inside of me as no one fucks me. I'm a TOTAL Top. And if someone were to fuck me, it would be with protection. - So you must be NEG then? - Yes, I am. All that stuff has always really scared me. Only a short while ago I was claiming I am a total Top (well, I still am, just not at the moment), and that if anyone were to fuck me it would be with protection only, and that the consequences of risky sex had always really frightened me. Yet here I was, in a completely different mindset compared to 5 small weeks ago. When Jim saw my huge beaming smile he pressed me; - What happened then Steven? - Sorry Sir, I just became extremely highly aroused just at the mere thought of your nasTy toxic filth rushing around my body. I watched it go in. Fuck, that was super intense. - Fuuuuck, you are so wonderfully nasTy pig, it really makes you so fucking sexy as hell. Maybe next time I SLAM you, you could pretend to be NEG? - Fuck YES SIR, that would be amazingly hoT. During my super heightened state of arousal Uncle Jim had removed both of our tourniquets. No sooner had we had exchanged words in regards to doing some Neg-Poz role play both the tourniquets went back on. FUCK YEAH, we were going to do it right now. Shit, now he really was charging me up, big time. He got a new syringe and needle, and once again obtained a whole syringe full of his super charged toxic blood from his system. Fuck, I could not wait to have even more of his toxic DNA pumping through my veins.

Totally embarrassing situation...that turned out super hot: One afternoon at Burning Man I’d taken 4 or 5 loads from different guys while in a sling. I was parched so I threw on a kilt and headed to a popular bar camp for a couple drinks. While having a drink there I started talking to this super hot str8 guy who is just my type: hairy chest & belly and a scruffy 5-day growth on his face. His ice blue eyes and occasional wafts of ripe armpit scent were mesmerizing so when he asked what I’d been up to I didn’t hesitate to say, “Taking a lot of dick, buddy”. Because radical self-expression and immediacy are part of the principles of Burning Man the vibe is very accepting there, I was pretty sure he wouldn’t freak...and he didn’t. He was a little surprised and said, “Wow, man...you like that? I mean, like, taking it?” He actually told me—several times—he thought it was cool if I ”wanted to do that” yet, at the same time, asserting that he ”can’t really relate, because as a str8 man, I’m the penetrator” This led to a pretty candid & detailed description on how much he loves being the penetrator and how hot it is to be inside a woman and etc. It was totally hot listening to him and watching him get aroused. So...I described to him how much I love being penetrated and having a hard cock inside of me. He just kept kinda shaking his head a bit and saying, “Wow!” He was so hot and I was totally hard listening to him and watching him tug on his dick. When I saw that he was hard in his shorts and caught another whiff of his ripe pits, it was too much for me. My hole gaped and a ton of cum noisily shot out of me and right down my leg. I didn’t say anything but he and I looked down at the same time and the trail of cum on my leg was obvious. He said, “Dude, is that what I think it is? You let guys cum inside you?” When I nodded yes, he gripped his dick and said, “Fuck! Women NEVER let me cum inside them!” I listened to him tell how long it had been since he’d fucked without a condom and how much he just wanted to fuck bare and shoot his load inside. I purposely looked around us to make sure he could see that nobody could hear us. “Well, buddy, I’m going back to my private RV and I’m offering if you’re interested” When he hemmed and hawed yet didn’t outright say no I looked around again, put my drink down and told him, “Nobody has to know. I’ve got my own RV and it’s nearby...and you can shoot your load in me...” as I turned and slowly walked away. He followed me to my RV. I got on all fours on the edge of the bed and he fucked me and blew his load in me. Typical of str8 guys, he had his shorts up and was out the door as soon as he came. But....2 days later he was back looking for me, telling me he’d just had a shower and was wondering if we could “do that again”. I sat him on the sofa, sucked him hard and ate his ass (another first for him) before moving to my bed to give my ass to him again. He stayed about 90 mins and shot his load in me twice. Blissful. Haven’t seen him since.

Note to all my stories: What I post in the fiction section is really and truly fiction, products of my diseased, perverted mind. This story had its start in a guy I saw at Club Z many years ago, long before I discovered bugchasing. He was a troll, looking at him disgusted me, skinny, wasted, missing teeth, much like the Troll in this story. As revolted as I was I couldn't help being fascinated by his cock, it was lovely. Long, hard, perfectly formed, my mouth almost watered watching him stroke it slowly as he looked me in the eye. I wanted to suck it, feel it slide up my ass, squirt me full of his obviously diseased cum. He smiled at me and I turned and fled. I never saw him again, but I still think, what if...? Infected By the AIDS Troll I swallowed when I looked at the Troll, he was obviously sick. I'd seen guys with full blown AIDS before and it had always disgusted me. Now it made my dick hard to look at him and imagine his diseased cock raping my neg ass. He was gaunt, obviously ill, with a big belly that was not from beer. His legs were spotted with a few small Kaposi's marks. He didn't look that bad, but he obviously had AIDS. Did I actually want to let this diseased, AIDS ridden troll fuck me and cum in me? My dick throbbed with the answer, I did. I'd taken never taken a load I knew was poz, had just tested neg after a long dry spell. Now was my chance to get what all my jerk off fantasies revolved around, taking a poz load. I'd finally had to admit to myself that it turned me on more because it would be a load of AIDS cum. We were at a meet and greet for poz men. The organizers put a line in the publicity for the meeting that reluctantly welcomed 'poz friendly neg men', an obvious euphemism for bugchasers like me. I'd recently admitted to myself that I was a bugchaser, what better place to find someone willing and eager to spread the bug than here? I'd thought I'd meet some hot, young, fit guy and go back to his place and get poz fucked. Now my asshole was wet and aching to feel the Troll's diseased cock raping it, tearing it up, making it bleed so his AIDs bug would surely infect me. Troll smiled, a big, shit-eating grin. sure enough, no teeth, just raw gums. I almost shot my load, he was disgusting, I knew I'd be his bitch in minutes. He'd zeroed in and approached me, his name was Tom. The place was packed, he pushed up against me, pressing his hard cock into my butt, then reached around and groped my equally hard cock. We spoke briefly, then he wandered away and circulated, but his eyes kept track of me. My descent into bugchasing started when I saw references to 'charged loads', 'gifting' and 'pozzing' on the net. Soon all my fantasies featured me taking poz loads. When I first stumbled across accounts of young guys taking loads from old, AIDS ridden trolls I'd been revolted, but my dick was always rigid and oozing. More and more I jerked off to more extreme bugging fantasies featuring disgusting AIDS ridden trolls. Why was my dick hard and oozing, about to cum in my pants when I looked at him? I tried desperately to hide it, but I wanted him to bend me over the table and give me the hardest buttfucking of my life, ramming his diseased cock in me hard enough to tear my ass bloody and give the virus that infected his cum a straight shot at my bloodstream. Tom snickered as looked me up and down, he knew what I needed. He wore loose sweat bottoms and his cock was swelling as he looked me, tenting the crotch of the sweats. I couldn't help but stare, it was obviously large, thick and long, I went weak in the knees with a need to suck it, to make it grow, make it hard, so he could violate my neg ass and infect me with his disease. The place had thinned out a bit, men were making out, a few were on their knees sucking, one pair were fucking urgently. Tom looked at me and leered, my time was near. He pushed his sweats down and his cock flopped out. I whimpered, it was beautiful, magnificent, long, thick, big helmet head, a long foreskin lapping over a huge PA. My ass ached as I thought of how much it would hurt when he shoved that AIDS dick in me, how he'd tear my ass open and create clear paths for his disease to find it's way into my bloodstream and infect me. He pulled his shirt up and pushed his sweats down, he was gaunt and wasted, full belly, obviously diseased, Kaposi's on his thighs. I swallowed and dropped my pants to my knees, then turned around, leaned against the drink rail and stuck my ass out. Seconds later I felt the wet head of Tom's cock nuzzle my needy asshole. I moaned and pushed back, he chuckled and slapped me. "Easy, boy! I'm the boss here, you're nothing but a sick bugchasing bitch. You'll get what you want, but you'll get it like I want to give it to you. Tom pumped nine inches of hard dick in and out of me. He popped the head out, then back in, fuck it felt good! A few more minutes of slow fucking and he chuckled. "You like my AIDS dick in you, don't you?" "Fuck yeah, fuck it's good, give it to me." "Oh, I will, you're gonna get what you want tonight, gonna pump a creamy load of my AIDS cum into your tight neg ass, just like you want. I'm full blown. Yeah, you're gonna get it tonight, gonna poz you tonight, gonna infect you tonight." My stomach lurched when he said that. His dick felt so good in me, I loved he had AIDS. He would infect me, I should ask him to stop, or pull out and cum on my ass, not in it. It was so good getting fucked, it was so hot having an AIDS infected cock in me. My ass felt really wet, like when a man had cum in me, had he? I couldn't, but I knew some guys could cum more than once per fuck. Had he already shot in me? My dick pulsed at the thought, I could have AIDS cum in me now! I almost shot my load, it was so hot thinking about getting AIDS cum in me, I wanted it. "You gonna cum in me, gonna fill me with AIDS cum?" "Already shot once, your neg ass is full of my AIDS cum, my AIDS babies are in you now, I just pozzed you, just infected you, you got my strain." I moaned and shot my load, it was too late, he'd cum in me. No point in asking him to stop. And it felt so good, I wanted another load of his poison cum. "Fuck that's hot, cum in me again, give me another load of AIDS cum!" "Oh, I am, I'm pozzing you tonight, just like you wanted." "Fuck yeah, poz me, give it to me, poz me, infect me with HIV! Give me your strain!" I wanted it, wanted to get pozzed, infected with HIV. I might already have been, would be if he fucked me enough. Yes, he was infecting me now. "Sure thing, bitch, gonna infect you tonight, just like you want, gonna infect you with HIV." "Yes, infect me, infect me with HIV. I want you to infect me with HIV, I want your strain!" I looked at him fucking me in the mirror, he was full blown, he had AIDS. I felt his swollen AIDS belly against me and knew he was for real. I wanted his strain. "Give me your load, I want your strain, infect me with HIV!" "Already have you sick fucking faggot, already infected you, take my AIDS cum, faggot!" He shoved in hard and moaned, I felt his cock swell and a warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated and filled my ass with his AIDS cum, giving me his strain.

It was close to the 4th of July and I really had no plans for the weekend so I decided to call up the local gay camp ground and made reservations for the weekend and booked a camping spot. Once the reservations were made I went around packing up my camping gear as well as plenty of lube poppers and my gear and some toys to take with me in hopes of having some fun. Once everything was packed up I got into my Jeep and started the drive to hopefully a fun weekend. A little about me. My new is Jonas I'm 19 and a freshman in college. I was on the highschool weight lifting team and it gave my 6 foot body a very strong definition of muscle. I have long black hair that fell to my back that I kept tied when training and competing and deep brown eyes. In the locker room I always got whistles from the other guys on the team because they all were jealous at my muscles ass and 8 inch cock swinging as I walked by. Many of my teammates didn't know unless they told each other but I have been fucked and fucked every member of the team all through highschool and they were all nervous it might get out. I always assured them I wouldn't say a word and it always calmed them. Now in college I have made it a point to have as much bare sex as I could because I wanted to start my new life with a new change. I wanted to be HIV+. I know that is a weird for a young man to want but I have wanted it for so long now. I have read many stories on how it has changed so many lives and how happier those who willing get pozzed to be free of wanting to not use condoms and love the natural feeling of bareback sex and I want to be as free. I got to the campground and paid for my site and started to set up my tent and get everything ready for the weekend. I went on Grindr adam4adam and a few more of the sites and aps I'm on letting as many guys as I could that I was there and accepting any and all loads they have no questions asked and bareback only. U got a few responses quickly from guys who were already there and those who said they will be there for the weekend. I responded to all of the and let them know my campsite number and told them I am ready for anything just let me know. I took out my sluttiest pair of underwear with the back removed so anyone could have access to my ass if wanted and walked around the grounds. I got a lot of looks by anyone passing me and a few walked up to me and probbed my all and felt my cock in the pouch. I was loving the attention from everyone. I started to make out with the closest guy to me and was trying to get my tounge as far as I could down his throat I didn't notice the cock probbing my hole until it forced its way to the root in my ass. I moaned loudly into the mouth of the guy I was kissing and it felt awesome. I stood there in such a glow feeling my tounge getting massaged by one guy and my ass being plowed by another. I came up for breath from his mouth and bent down to suck his cock and give the top who was pounding my ass by now a better angle. I didn't want this to end but I felt the familiar feeling of both cocks getting harder and I knew I was about to get wahat I wanted. Both guys grunted and shoved in hard and came at the same time. I slurped as much cum as I could from the guys cock and squeezed my ass hard to milk out the load in my ass. Once both guys were soft they pulled out my my holes making a popping sound from my ass and an empty feeling that needed to be fixed. I looked at both of my first fucks and saw they were guys I knew from the college weight lifting team. I looked like a deer in headlights to them and they said don't worry we both thought you were hot when we saw you after practice and when we saw that you posted you were here on Grindr we made sure that we would find you. I smiled at both of them and kissed both of them deeply before going our separate ways for now. I reached back at my ass and felt the stream of cum coming out of it and made sure to get every drop from my ass to my mouth. I looked at the direction my new teammates took and saw they were walking towards a uv light that was set up for the party for tonight and was shocked to see bright red uv tattoos on their asses of biohazard symbols and I was excited to know that I was going to get more than fireworks this weekend.

so im bi-curious and only bottomed once and loved it. that was a few weeks ago and i overhead one of my gay friends say i had a nice ass, I've known this guy for a few years since he was friends with my ex gf. we were at a party at his house and everyone left. he asked if i needed a taxi to go home. i was really direct and said but i did hear you think i have a nice ass. he was tipsy too and said "what can i say, im a gay guy but would never try to pull anything on you." i said "well i've only bottomed once before and loved it." he said "bro you gotta be kidding me i had no idea lol." and i got kinda too aggressive and pulled my pants down saying "what if i wanted you to stick your dick up my ass?" he was so shocked and said "omg yes lets get you cleaned out and get you ready. you're gonna love this." he was still so surprised and said "fuck i cant believe this is happening." i got ready and then took him to a bedroom, slid down my pants and said "this is where you dick is going. and i want it bare too." i bent over the bed for him and said im ready. then i felt his rock hard dick trying to slide in me. i said "babe its almost in, you got this!" and then i felt it......his bare dick went all the way up my ass and i got such an adrenaline/dopamine rush from it. having my good gay friend's dick up my ass was sensational. he told me my ass felt amazing which turned me on so much. honestly i felt kinda closer to him because he was so nice and gentle with me. but what really got me excited as fuck was when he said he was about to cum inside me. i was like "holy fuck babe cum in my ass i want it so bad" and then i felt his dick throbbing and swelling inside me. it actually opened my ass up a little wider and all i could say to myself was "fuck yes my gay friend is cumming in my ass and i fucking love it." he said hes down to do it again next week and i asked him "are you sure i didn't make things weird for us" and he said "fuck no are you kidding? that was awesome. i never could've imagined you'd be into this. your ass is so nice and tight i can't wait to stick it inside you again," is it rare the a guy like me could love the feeling so much when it's only his second time? i mean it barely hurt at all and made me feel so hot to be doing it.

First time I watch a clip, it's all about the action and what's going on, but then I'll begin to notice details in the background of images. Particularly enjoy it when it is filmed in someone's house or room and you can see their personal stuff lying around, rather than a empty tidy anodyne hotel room. These details give little details away about the guy. What he likes: books, pictures, posters, cd/dvds, sports equipment... And also the circumstances of the film: a pile of discarded clothes and sneakers on the floor is more likely to mean it a real-hookup than something that's been intentionally filmed. There are extremeds, though: there was a clip I saw sometime ago filmed in a guys room and it was really dirty and messy - garbage on the floor, discarded clothes everywhere, half eaten take-aways, no sheets on the bed- just a bare mattress. On the other hand there was another clip I saw filmed in quite an expensive hotel room that had absolutely no personality or character. After I'd watched it once it had nothing more to draw me in... boring. Perhaps another dimension to all this is the TIM style videos that are filmed in cheap motel rooms and they come off with an atmosphere of someone renting the room to hook up and advertising on Craigslist or whatever. That strikes a balance and is quite a horny atmosphere. I guess it's a bit like the stories you read on here - the best ones paint a good picture about the guys using personal details so you can relate to them. And I think the same applies to Porn.

Many years ago and the 2nd ever guy to fuck me. He had a wrist thick dick and used to BB me no less than 4 times a day.. One day at weekend I'd already had 3 loads up me when I said we needed to go to supermarket for some groceries... We get the and up n down a few aisles and I feel a tiny amount of cum leak out me so hurried to the checkout queue... I let out an "oohhh" in panic as I felt my hole relax and the cum gushed out me and I felt it run down my legs... I left the bf to pay groceries while I rushed back to car..... Bf got back to car and we laughed discussing my wee accident.... When we got back home I stepped out of my cum soaked trousers.... The bf licked cum of my inner buttocks, rimmed then gave me a good fuck and BB load... Then said I should never be empty of cum.... Although initially embarrassed I wasn't after... I love that feel of cum running out your hole.... Very slutty.

Some years ago when I was younger I had a much older friend who would hit on everybody, especially much younger guys and straight guys, that I felt were soooo far out of his league that I just couldn't understand his doing it. Finally one day after he had been rebuffed by yet another one of these guys, I said to him "Why do you do put yourself through that??" And I'll never forget his response. He said to me "Sure, I've gotten slapped in the face an awful lot, but I've also gotten VERY lucky" as he winked at me. So I followed his advice and for every one of those assholes who has made a "bat in your league comment," there have been plenty of hot fucking guys who were more than happy to have some fun.

PART 5: CODY UNLEASHES THE BEAST WITHIN ME We had another event about a month later, and Cody was on the card again. This time, I kept my distance and let him enjoy his evening by mingling with other fans and wrestlers – I noticed a lot more gay men were buying his t-shirts and taking photos with him before the show, no doubt the result of his last match’s immediate popularity on YouTube. I also let Cody wear his regular spandex trunks for his match this time, which meant less of a risqué show for the crowd. But just for my own sadistic enjoyment, I secretly instructed his older, beefy “heel” opponent – Joe, a 6-foot-4, 40-something, burly, hairy, muscle god -- to pull out all the stops with real-life low blows and punches to young Cody’s dick and balls. Watching the match from a distance, I could tell that several of Joe’s low blows actually connected and hurt like hell, much to Cody’s surprise, and at times Cody really was struggling to stand upright and continue. The match finally ended after about 15 minutes with his opponent rolling young Cody up on the mat, illegally grabbing a hand full of the kid’s trunks from the back and exposing most of the boy’s tanned, athletic ass for a 1-2-3 count. I hadn’t planned on fucking the kid that night, but after seeing him completely used and abused by Joe in his match, I motioned the 19-year-old to follow me into the same side room where I’d first pumped my poison jizz into the boy. I closed and locked the door and repeated the process from just a month earlier, and Cody obliged sheepishly and very begrudgingly. Giving up his straight ass to a man old enough to be his father had mentally defeated and humiliated him. I almost felt sorry for him until I slid his gear down to reveal his sweaty, musky, bubble ass, and I knew I needed it again. Fucking tease, what did he expect me to do? I spit on my cock -- the spit, my poz precum, and his sweat made for a surprisingly good lube. Still, I could feel immense friction as my thick cock grinded into his small hole. "That jock ass is gonna look good carrying my AIDS next time I see you, son," I muttered as I quickly built up to my climax. Cody grunted quietly. If he heard me, I doubt he understood anything about my desire to give him HIV. I tried to imagine the thoughts running through this straight kid's mind as his trusted elder used his hole again. Seconds later, I was pumping another toxic load into the boy’s jock body. If the first time didn’t knock up Cody, this time would. I never did make the phone call to my scout friends as I’d promised. I got what I needed, so I didn't care as much now, frankly. Cody texted me a couple of weeks later and asked, and I lied when I told him I was waiting to hear back about his potential tryout. In the same text, he said he’d come down with a bad flu and was stuck at home with fever, chills, aches, all the same symptoms I’d felt years earlier when Daddy pozzed me. I had no doubt that Cody had finally come down with the fuck flu, his young, healthy, teen body finally giving itself to the virus that I’d injected into him twice. To this day, I don't think he's been tested, so the kid has no idea. He probably won't for years. Even though he was now part of the brotherhood, it was then I realized that I had no physical use for him anymore, and any desire to fuck him again was gone. I still booked him for my events, because his tanned body, tight ass, and big smile sold tickets and put money in my pocket. But the 19-year-old jock boy had helped unleash a new power within me in this whole process. I now realized exactly how much influence I have over these naïve kids and their big dreams. I began to explore every possibility of booking vulnerable boys who would do anything in exchange for my promise of help getting them on a national stage. These dumb kids needed something, and so did I. Ashton was next on my list.

Stairway to Heaven or Hell It had been a crappy day. Countless phonecalls, emails and texts and my lazy ass co-workers weren't giving me the info I needed. My boss was asking every hour if I was done with the project plan. It was almost 11pm and I had finally completed the damn thing. I'd thrown one co-worker under the bus, but it was his own fault for being a total jerk by not giving me any information after weeks of asking. My boss had the whole three week long email thread and he could deal with the dick. Now that he had the plan he'd been asking for with only a few "guestimates" from me to fill in the missing data, I could finally relax. I blew the smoke in the air and tossed the miniscule remains of the joint in the glass jar I kept on my table to keep all of those momentos. My cock was throbbing almost as hard as my balls. I needed to blow a three day load and I always preferred it went into a hungry ass rather than my hand. I looked at the apps on my phone and didn't really find anyone online that did it for me. All the bottoms were prep bois except for one that I had hooked up with once before and vowed never again to experience his level of crazy. Just before I was going to give up, I saw a familiar guy pop up. Maybe the last half hour wasn't going to be a complete waste of time. My cock stirred again and I quickly sent off a message. "Quickie?" was all my message to the college bugchaser said. "Cant dad home" he replied. "Sneak out? Stairwell by ur place?" I sent back. "Maybe" he responded immediately. I could tell by the pace of the messages that he needed to get fucked as bad as I wanted to fuck. There was a short pause and then he typed out "dad asleep on couch gimme 10." I typed back "k bring some dirty underwear" as fast as I could. I changed into some loose shorts, a tight muscle shirt and sandals and then grabbed a bottle of poppers and a marker, putting them in the pocket in my shorts. Unlike our previous meets, I figured I didn't need to hide a key or leave my phone at home. I could trust him to just be a greedy cumdump and nothing more nefarious. I took my time going up the stairs and made it up to the 20th floor with a few minutes to spare. Sitting down on a stair leading to the 21st floor I opened up the camera on my phone and set it to video mode. I took a quick test video to see how the lighting was and it looked good. After another minute, I heard the 20th floor door open slowly. College boy poked his head in, looked around and then came in. He was wearing some running shorts, a pair of flipflops and nothing else. In his hand, he had a pair of light blue CK trunks which he raised up as he got in front of me. I took the trunks and stood up, turning around and going up the rest of the half flight to the landing. College boy followed me and I smiled at him as I turned around. "Mind if I grab a video this time?" I asked. "OK but no face shots" he replied, a tinge of nervousness in his voice. My shorts hit the floor a few seconds later. I stepped out of them and took the brown bottle out of the pocket and handed it to him. He took two long breaths from each side of his nose just like a seasoned pro. A moment later I could see the poppers hit him right as I took the bottle back and did a few quick hits myself. Resting my hand on the top of his head, I didn't even need to push down for him to take his position on his knees in front of me. His tongue lapped under the shaft and a few moments later his lips had engulfed my cock. He began with his tongue exploring all over my dick and foreskin. He was going a lot slower than I expected, but it felt really good. He pulled back a bit and with his hand pulled the foreskin back, revealing almost two days worth of sweat, dried piss and cheese. College boy bathed my cock head clean of all the crud before he worked in earnest to make sure my cock was dripping with his spit. I brought his trunks up to my face and breathed in deep. They were full of his scent as well as the smell of dried cum. The moan that came out of him was short, he caught himself and knew that we needed to stay as quiet as possible or all 26 stories were going to know what we were doing. When I thought he had my cock wet enough, I tugged him up by his arm. I stuffed the underwear into his mouth and turned him to the short railing dividing the two concrete staircases. He reached out and braced himself on the railing as I took my place behind him. I yanked his running shorts down and squeezed each side of his firm butt. Spreading his ass cheeks apart, I went in tongue first and had his muscled butt pressing against my scruffy cheeks. College boy knew what he was doing and was working his ass muscles around my tongue while I forced some spit inside. While I like the dominance that spitting on a hole before I fuck it sends, I was trying to keep this quiet. I only rimmed him about a minute, but when I got up there was a nice wet spot on the concrete where my dick had drooled some precum. Guiding my cock back where my tongue was a few moments ago, I pushed my hips in and popped inside him with surprising ease. I quickly wondered if he had been playing with toys or had just been fucked. Either way, it was going to make my job easier and keep him quieter. Slowly I slid in, filling his ass with my potent fuckstick. I got most of the way in and then hit that familiar wall. Retreating just an inch, I slammed back in, plowing right through into the inner chamber. College boy stood there almost motionless, with just the faintest trembling in his body as I stood there with my cock inside him, fully rooted. I heard a light moan come from him while I pulled back and drove my hips forward. My cock slowly fucked him for a few minutes, both of us enjoying the friction only a raw fuck can provide. While plowing my dick in and out, I heard a noise and froze. The sound of one of the doors clanking shut echoed up the stairwell, followed by the fading sound of feet shuffling down the stairs that told me there was nothing to worry about. Rocking my hips again, his hole wasn't really slick like if he had been bred earlier, just lubed a little from my spit and precum. At this point I figured he had been working his hole with a dildo or something. It felt fucking awesome, with a good amount of friction and just a little lube. He was getting sloppier but it was my pre that was adding a little more slickness with each stroke. My cock drove in firmly but not quite all the way in. I was trying to balance a good hard fuck and one that wouldn't wake the neighbors. I yanked my cock out and shoved three fingers in, twisting them back and forth for a few moments and shoved my dick back in. College boy groaned, not loudly but I could feel it with my hands which were now wrapped around his neck. Thrusting in, I watched my hips bounce off his ass and then I remembered my phone. I let go of his neck and Leaned over, my cock slipping from his ass but college boy just stood there waiting for more. I aimed my phone's camera at his ass and drove my cock slowly back inside. You could hear his muffled groan again as I pushed through his inner ring and bottomed out. I held there a moment and then began pumping again. I remembered why I hated videoing fucks, I really wanted to get the best fuck out of a bottom rather than pretend I'm Quentin Tarantino or Michael Lucas. The longer I fucked, the shakier the phone got. I pounded him harder and harder and he just braced himself better, spreading his legs a little bit wider. Slamming in, I then slowly pulled my cock out, the video showing his gaping hole slowly close after my cock had fully moved away. Holding the shot on his pussy, I shoved back in and hammered a minute before I couldn't hold back any more. I'm sure if you looked at it from below, you could watch my cock pulse as each rope of diseased cum shot into college boy's fertile tunnel. He could feel each throb of my cock while I shot my seed inside. On my second shot I felt his outer ring start to squeeze and release it's grip around my shaft. For me, there's no better feeling than dumping my cum inside a good bottom and fucking the cum out of him at the same time. I know some tops don't care if a bottom gets off or even make sure they don't, but I love the feeling of a guy milking every drop out of my dick as he orgasms. Hopefully, he was dumping the last of his neg seed on the stairs as my cock delivered the next wave of viral warriors that would claim his body. A few more thrusts and I pumped a few last spurts of charged seed inside him. My phone was still recording and I wanted to capture the cum drip out of the hole that I had just inseminated. When his ass gave one last squeeze, I leaned back slowly and zoomed in at his battered hole. There was no doubt that his hole was filled with cum, but to emphasize what type, I reached back and grabbed the marker from my shorts. Aiming the camera just above his ass, I pulled the cap off with my teeth and wrote "Pozzed" before I tossed the marker on my shorts. I slammed in one more time, burying every inch of my shaft inside. He wasn't expecting it and groaned around the gag in his mouth. Pressing the button and ending my recording, I dropped my phone on my shorts and stood back up. I gripped his torso, pulling him back against my chest and feeling the sweat on his back soak into my tee. "That's your third charged load and I've never fucked a guy more than three times" I whispered into his ear. College boy whimpered while I pulled the trunks from his mouth and then whimpered a little louder when I slipped my cock out of his ass. Using his trunks, I wiped my dick off and stuffed them back in his mouth. I pulled my own shorts on and made sure I had my phone and poppers before going down a few steps. I turned and looked up at him and saw he was staring back at me with a worried look. "Don't forget the plug. You don't want to lose any of that hot load" I said before going down a few more steps. "Oh, and you probably don't want to run around shirtless until you get the marker off your back" I added with a chuckle. Turning again, I jogged down the stairs to my floor.

Chapter 53; *The Viral Mind Game* I eventually got out what I wanted to say; - I need another ... Oh God ... - Go on, tell Uncle Jim what it is you need. He took his focus from my face and back to working on completely opening up my cunT. I was not anywhere near that yet. He pulled his arm out and went back to FFisting me with both arms upto the middle of his forearms. He could not seem to get any deeper than that just yet with both arms in play. He pushed them in, pulled them out, twisTed and turned, knowing that he was working me up into a frenzy with my sentence still unfinished ... - I need another ... Both hands/forearms pulled out he went back to using the one arm, and very quickly worked on getting upto just past the first part to his Bicep. He stopped right there and did not move a muscle and chose to fix a firm gaze on my eyes. I wasn't really looking at his face at this poinT ... - OI, pig, look at me. I looked at him. Fuck, he knew how to work me and how to get me right where he wanted me, which in this instance was almost his entire arm stuffed deep inside of my cunT and beyond which he had quickly sussed I was a complete weak pig for it (I couldn't get enough of that arm) coupled with a two way intense fixed stare ... - TELL Uncle Jim what it is you are needing another of. His stare became more intense as he was pushing his arm into me much harder and probably only moving forward a few millimetres. I began to high pitch whimper and and grunt as the overbearing pleasure was more than I could take, and the fucker knew it ... - I NEED another pure blood SLAM, Sir. His face instantly became animated with a massive cocky grin. He knew I meant what I was saying albeit in an altered state of mind via meTh use and sleep deprivation. Now it was time to play some fun mind games, make me really BEG for what I was now asking for. He was to FFist my cunT for 6 hours non stop and had now just been working on opening me up for 3 hours. There would now be a short interlude before the next 3 hours, but what was going to happen? Without saying a single word he removed his arm, got up, and left the playroom. A few short moments later he returned to bring some parTy into our play. Once again a tourniquet was placed on my upper arm, a vein located, and a needle inserted. What was I about to receive; A broTherhood shoT (a delicious combination of poz blood and meTh)? .... NO! A pure blood SLAM? .... NO! Just meTh? YES! 💉 He sat on his chair again and in a split second slid in one fisT a few inches past his wrist. He twisTed and turned it, pulled it out and slid it back in several times as I began to fly on my new high. He knew I was getting worked up and horny before this latest meTh slam and knew that by making me high again would tie in nicely to his mind game he was about to play. And then from out of nowhere he done something to me he or no one else has ever done to me, he began to punch fisT me, and with each punch in he'd count ... - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. He pulled his fisT out aggressively for the tenth time, and ... - Now push. Push out that nasTy cunT of yours pig. Push it out, go on, push it out ... I pushed and in one movement I prolapsed out giving a HUGE rose, and I squirted out a MASSIVE amount of cum that with great force exploded out and landed on Uncle Jim's lower chest and abdominal area. He was soaked in just a ridiculous amount of anonymous poz cum. Standing up again he walked over to my head area, scooped up some of the cum that had just sprayed all over him and smeared it all over my face. He kept on scooping up until he had smeared all of what I let go onto my face, and torso. He returned to where he was sitting, moved the chair out of the way, pushed one fisT inside of my cunT, took it out, pushed it inside again, took it out, then he grabbed hold of his Gono-Serpent 🐍 Death Dick and whilst still holding it he pushed it inside of me again, and began to very slowly masturbate inside of my cunT. He leaned in closer to my face with his gaunt yellow face of depraved twisTed lustful expression, and kicked off his mind fuck as my body and mind were in the throws of experiencing the most intense euphoric pleasure they ever had; - So the pig wants another pure blood SLAM does he? - Fuck YES, Sir. - Do you want it, or need it? He continued to slowly masturbate inside of me with his yellow Hep C eyes boring deeply and intently into mine. Our gaze was completely locked, and now an extreme intensity filled the playroom as every single nerve in my body tingled and shuddered in an unbearable ecstasy; - Oh Fuck, I NEED it, I NEED it really bad, Sir. - Then I need you to tell me exactly and precisely why you need it. - I NEED you to take complete control of me. Fill me with your poz Dick. Your hands. Your arms. Your virus. I NEED you to explode inside of me, Sir. It must be the meTh that was turning me from a Dom Top to a complete submissive faGGot bottom. My boyfriend Lew back home in the UK would not recognise who I was, certainly not right at this moment. Uncle Jim straightened up his body and keeping our intense gaze locked he began to masturbate inside of my cunT at a much faster pace. - My virus huh. Which virus of mine are you needing to take complete control of you and explode inside of you then eh, faGGot? - Your med resistant HIV, Sir. He slowed down his masturbating inside of my cunT considerably, and once again leaned his gaunt yellow face close into mine, that intense gaze still locked; - I have Hep C too you know. Two genotypes I gifTed to you lastnight. You very lucky boy. You can't have one virus without the other you nasTy highly viral loaded pig. If I am to pure blood SLAM you again I will need you to not want both viruses I have to gifT to you, but to really NEED both of them. And I mean NEED both of them. He paused speaking, and for a few minutes there was not a word spoken from either of us, just the sounds of the sling chains gently clinking, and the squelching of my wide open gaping cunT that was still being used as a flesh-light as we both continued our fixed gaze that was becoming even more intense by the minute. - I NEED both your med resistant HIV, and HEP C viruses to completely control me and fucking explode inside of me, to completely consume me, Sir. Another dramatic pause for about a minute this time ... - To even consider pure blood SLAMMING you again I am going to need you from right now to continually tell me which viruses of mine you NEED, why you NEED them, and to generally BEG me. And with those last words he took his Serpent tatted Death Dick out of my cunT that was now super Gaping, sat back on his chair in front of the sling, and spent the next 3 hours FFisting me using either just the one or both arms, or one FFist if he was punch FFisting me. During these 3 hours I grunted and moaned with pleasure as I flew high and in between relentlessly stating which specific viruses I was desperate for, why I needed them, and generally begging for a direct recharge. As these 3 hours wore on I was able to take both forearms at the same time right to the elbow, and his one arm upto his shoulder. At least once every 10 minutes or so he would rail me with an aggressive punch fisTing! I think I had found my calling; A FFisting bottom! 👊🌹💪

I hired the kid to work for me at my restaurant. Bus tables clean the dishes you know grunt work. His name was Jay he was cute but too young for any shenanigans. Like most kids his age in a small town he got his license and was gone a couple years later to bigger and better. One Saturday I took the day off and was at home masturbating to my new porn crush Tommy D. He was so fucking hot and I wish I knew what happened to him. Anyway the door bell rings so I dress and run to the door. I open it to see cute kid Jay all grown up. He comes in and is telling me about life at the University of Kentucky. He is on the swim team and he has the body to prove it. Lite brown hair, blue green eyes, sexy tight tank top that showed a muscular will defined chest and arms. I'm hard just thinking about him. At first we are just visiting and then out of the blue he asks if I have any porn. He is home for the summer and his parents don't have internet and the only VCR is in the living room with the only TV. I lie and say I don't but I have a membership at the video store and they had porn. He takes my card and the next thing I know we are sitting on the couch watching a straight porn. A few minutes in and I can see the bulge in his jeans, then a few more minutes and he has pulled the hem of his shirt a little and his hand in on his stomach, Then I notice his hand is slipping in the waist of his jeans and before I know it he is asking if he can jack his dick. Before I can answer he is unzipping and pulling out a huge cock. (later measured it at 9 1/2 X 3, uncut). The head was already wet and he started stroking slowly at first. It wasn't long and his shirt came off with a its hot in hear and you should join me I know you want too. I pulled my 4 inch dick out and stroked while trying to hide my small size. A few minutes later I felt his knee on mine and then he looked over and said I always hear your gay, want to suck my dick. I was shocked and asked "what?" He just smiled and said his girlfriend lived in another state and he was horny. He had heard from some of my employees that I was gay and he needed to get off. He had promised his girl he would mot jack off over the summer or have sex with other girls, then he winked and said but I didn't say I wouldn't get head from a gay guy, so what do you say? I legal, have a great dick and shoot lots of cum and I so fucking horny. Fuck could he come!

Moderator's Note: I split this off from the thread about Less Obvious Details That Turn You On. It seemed like a good topic on it's own, and I didn't want the other thread to get derailed. I tend to find some of those "less obvious" elements to be distracting. For example, I watched a movie several time because there was an abstract painting over the bed but the camera angles only showed a portion of it. I had to watch it over again just so I could find a clear establishing shot to see the whole picture. Yesterday I was at an ABS. There were only a couple people in the theater so I actually sat and jerked to the movie. The movie was pretty hot but in the back of my mind I was thinking that the bedspread was one of the ugliest I'd ever seen. So yeah, I can sit and watch a movie of hot guys fucking and spend the whole two hours critiquing set design. Does that mean I'm gay?

Welcum to my world, buddy. My nips have always been hot-wired: whoever works 'em owns my hole. Through poppers in and that's hog heaven while being fucked and bred. Can't wait to get back to it! Oink!!

Late Friday afternoon I got a very hot deep fuck from very handsome black bear that lives a mile from me. We had been chatting for months. I had been curious about him but his pics weren't all that clear so wasn't sure. We had a hot chat a couple days before which got me all hot. So I sent him a smile on Grindr and he asked me what was up. I told him I was horny and was looking to see if he was free and he invited me over. Incredibly handsome big black bear around 6'1 with a beautiful big cock. I sank to my knees and swallowed him and he got very hard. In no time I was in doggie position ass up and he was licking and sucking on my asshole. Fuck! Such a hot ass licker. Heaven! He soon moved into position behind me and slowly worked his big cock into my tight wet hole. After a couple minutes I opened up and he slid all the way in to his balls. Wow. He fucked me on my back and side and then when he wanted to cum he put me on all fours and held my ankles up and blasted his load deep up my hole. Just what I was craving. He collapsed on top of me and his hard cock acted as a butt plug so his cum didn't trickle out.After 5 minutes he slid out and i headed home. He wants to fuck me again and I'm gonna be there for him to breed.

This is basically how I got converted, a full blown troll of a guy, warts on his cock fucked me full of cum and after nearly 20 years of BB and chasing it finally converted me. And gave my drug resistant Gono to 😍

Fuck, he sounds like a dream fuck! I want him to use my hole like that!!!

HELL YEAH! The TRANCE!!!! I recall the first time I was introduced to poppers, as a 21-year-old novice, barely comfortable with 'the gay scene'. I obviously needed some 'coaching', something like what Sharp-edge above said... Well, I was lucky. The first 'successful' coupling with a dude using me as his bottom, was only possible because the dude was a 'seasoned' porn-bro. His dick was big to me, although over the years much bigger ones would follow. But as he tried to push my semi-virgin cherry-pie open with his champ-cock, I kinda froze up and seemed to go for an 'ABORT MISSION'. He was prepared! The POPPERS saved the day: the dude was my popper coach! "Take a deep hit, and another, both sides!" WHOA!!!! I had never even heard of poppers at the time but then the magic hit me. THE TRANCE!!! The satyr-like animal craving for sex and cock. My man-cunt (I would have abhorred the title then) relaxed and swallowed his cock and I got into the motion. Cravings that almost seemed 'demonic' to me... yet hot! The hardcore champ passing his 'batton' his badboy seed onto me! Making me absorb his legacy! The POPPERS had me going! If I had known that total promiscuity and being a bareback slut were one day going to be my motto, boy I would have verbalized some kinky shit that suddenly seemed NORMAL or possible to me... for while the popper trance lasted. I'm proud to say that many years later, as a seasoned pro myself now, I can take cock without foreplay and lube and I go into a lust trance all by myself. Saying slutty things and craving seed and cock and talking dirty the way I wanted to back then. WANTED to but thought I was getting 'out-of-control'. Bit my tongue... So today as I hooked up with my main sex friend, him multi-tasking, phone, sex apps, smoking cigarettes, flipping throw porn on the big screen, I'm getting fucked and I accidentally opened Adam4Adam on my phone and got the typical list of half-baked local temptations. I didn't need it! Not with COVID... except for my regulars, who are (for the time) glad to have whittled down their 'stables' to their one or two best bottoms. Some dude stopped by, knocked on the windows, we ignored him, even though I know he is hot... but BORING! I WON the mating game!!! "Go away!" We just kept fucking and being noisy! And for me, just THINKING about BAREBACK SEX and promiscuity, and sex as a sport makes me absolutely dizzy during sex... like I'm on poppers! It's like POPPERS-BY-PROXY! And I did that trance routine again today, with my bestie, my regular fuck-buddy, being lewd and in ecstasy from 11am to 4.30pm, five loads from him and three nuts myself going everywhere with raw cock in the ass. Oh; my other new TRANCE inducer is rough nipple-play (among other things)! Sadly, poppers (the new ones?) now seem to give me massive headaches! And a rush! What do the popper-coaches say about that? Do I just need the right 'handler', popper coach? Could you make me a bigger slut than I am sober with the poppers you trust?

This triggered me thinking about my own situation. I am older now and bottom. So I viewed profiles of younger tops and reading the profile and their preferences I didn't hit on them. Nobody likes being rejected or blocked. But some (having seen that I viewed their profile) replied asking if I was up for fun. When I asked why because I was clearly not in their preferred "league" some said that it was just a preference. That didn't exclude others. So I had great fun with guys who I thought were far out of my league. A few even returned and became regulars until we drifted apart.

Sorry Mr Reef, we gave you someone else's results, you are actually neg ... Oh @TTFN you are wicked 😈

It would be a bitch if they told him he was still neg. Fat chance!!!!!

At some of the FukdTO bareback parties I attended in the past, either downstairs in the fuckmaze or upstairs I took off my jock, wrapped it around my neck and just walked around naked. It was my signal that I was to be fucked and I was. Sheer nakedness does send an appealing message!

Love seeing the bottoms ass lips dragging on the shaft of the top or when you can the sloppy ring of the bottoms ass go loose because the cock is big or it is being dp'ed

omg man you have no idea how much fun i am having right now. he just told me he wants to make this a regular thing because he thinks my ass is hot and it feels incredible when he's cumming insdie me. i get chills just thinking about it and i've never been so excited in my life. first of all bareback sex is the best feeling i've ever felt and it's not even close. feeling the skin of his rock hard dick just made him glide inside my clean shaved asshole and it felt amazing going in, seriously i can't believe it didn't hurt. his penis felt so nice going in my ass probably because i prepared so much which was well worth it, i was lying down on my stomach which is my favorite position. i really like to feel his weight on top of me. but when he wraps his arms sound me tight and slides his dick all the up my ass in absolutely heaven, im just so disppointed i didn't try this soon. because honetsly it's the most intense feeling i think i'll ever have,

A few more chapters ready to give, but before I do, I'd first like to give a BIG thank you to those who regularly show their appreciation by giving 'Likes' and 'Upvotes'. Your encouragement is very much appreciated. So, if you really do like what you read, then keep the author fed. I wish I could take all the images and ideas in my head and put them all to film. Phwooooaaar.

Like everyone, I'm pretty horny during pandemic isolation. On Sunday I was on BBRTS and started chatting with a french guy I've been cruising for a while. He and I have been chatting but had not hooked up. I think he used to be married or somehow attached. He lives less than ten minutes away and we talked about him fucking me. He asked me if I'd even had a cum sickle or if I liked toys. I told him I had not had a cum sickle in me but I was open and that I liked toys. So I cleaned out and then headed over to his building. He was more handsome than his pictures showed him to be. I stripped off and sank to my knees to suck his cock. He held a brown bottle under my nosed and I huffed deeply. My nose was grinding into his pubes as his cock went down my throat. We moved to his bed and I sucked his cock while he played with my hole. I got on my back and he lubed up and then slid his cock into me. He took a shot glass with the frozen cum and held it for me to lick while he pumped me. Then he started licking it. After it started to melt, he put it up to my hole and pushed it into me with the head of his cock. It was a pretty weird feeling but I guess it melted pretty quickly as his cock pushed it deep into my hole. Soon I was just leaking his cum all over his cock and my ass. I looked around his room and noticed on the night stand that there was a small tray with some white lumps of something. I guess he was into meth probably. He didn't look like it, so maybe it was coke. Not my problem. By now he was fucking me doggy style and he asked where I wanted to load. "Breed me" I told him. He grunted and shook as he impregnated me with both his fresh and frozen cum.

^ This, exactly. And then there’s the reality, which is reflected somewhat by another recent thread here that discusses “bottoms who can’t take it”. I mean, it sounds super - getting fucked feels great, so the more you get, it can only get better and better, right? More = Better? Be very, very, very careful what you ask for. Read this carefully, then read it again twice to make sure you get it: If you have no experience taking five or more cocks in a row, if you have never endured a painful fuck to the Top’s completion, if you’ve never taken another cock even when you really, really wanted to stop, if you have never taken a cock too big for you because the Top was determined, or if you expect to exercise control over how you’re fucked in any way - Do Not Offer Yourself For Whoring Out. Now read that again. Because any or all of the above may and are likely to happen to you when you ass-up for a whoring Top. The men who come to fuck you will be even more likely to treat you like a disposable object than a human being, and care even less about your health or discomfort or exposure than they might otherwise (which is scantly at the best of times - one fucked me loudly with the hotel room door wide open and left it that way whennhe departed). When Tops get in their rut, they don’t stop until they’re done. Nature wires them not to. If you take on a whoring-out, you have to be able to accommodate that over and over and over, even if your hole hurts. Even if some of them want it to hurt. Of course, unless you’re tied down (never, never, ever, ever permit it) you could always just get up and walk away when you’ve had enough. But what will you have accomplished? You’ll have royally pissed off the Top who agreed to go to the trouble to whore you out - it’s a lot like work; you’ll have damaged your reputation if the Top talks to other Tops (if you care about such things); you’ll have left yourself with a realization that you’re more sexually limited than you thought (ouch); and you will have contributed unnecessarily to the difficulty that experienced bottoms have in finding Tops willing to whore them because they’ve been burned before by so many unrealistic fantasists. True, every bottom who can do it had to get there somehow. Once, being whored out was just a fantasy for me, too, like everybody else. Once I had had some experience with threesomes, foursomes, multi-breeding days at camp, and my 34-Load Weekend, I decided I could probably handle it if I wasn’t in control - and I was determined to do it no matter the consequences. I’m not using this post to try to tell anybody he can’t. If you believe you’ve got the chops to legit take a full whoring, then shoot the Moon, brother. It’s just that this fantasy is so alluring and so ubiquitous - and the reality so misunderstood - that it makes me want to chime in before somebody has a regrettable experience.

I laughed at the boy begging me to rape him. Then I spit in his face. “Dirty little faggot. Careful what you wish for. We’re gonna ruin this sloppy cumdump.” I started to plow him steady and hard, feeling the hot walls of his ass sucking my dick inside. I could feel he was already lubed up. The boy started to moan as my cock sank all the way up his hole. I looked over at Jesse, who had come back in the room, followed by a short, well built mid 20s guy. The newbie’s mouth was agape like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. I just smiled and waved him over. “Hey dude. Take your clothes off and come fuck this faggot. How many loads does the kid have in him, Jesse?” Jesse laughed and said “two from me, and two from some random Daddy types who left just before you got here. Nice big cock on those two. Adam was begging for their loads. He’s such a fucking whore.” Adam moaned on the bed as I kept up a steady pace fucking him. The new guy quickly shucked his clothes, showing off a nice tight body with a big fat dick. He was short and smooth with a sexy brush cut, and his cock was uncut. He also had a nice treasure trail from his furry stomach down to thick pubes. An impressive dick hung there, rock hard. I reached out grabbed his cock, and played with his foreskin which barely uncovered the head. He moaned loudly. “What’s your name kid?” “Brian,” he said. “This is so fucking hot. I had a hell of a week and really need to bust a nut.” “Stick around, Brian. We’ll get you fucked up and fuck all night,” Jesse said. He smiled big and pointed to the bong on the table and the big bag of T. “Oh I don’t do drugs,” Brian said. Jesse smiled even bigger and said “It’s cool, you can do them or not do them. Your choice.” Clearly Jesse was gonna give the kid a booty bump whether he wanted it or not. He had a nice firm ass that I knew we were both going to be inside by the end of the night. Brian moved around to the front of the faggot and shoved his ample cock in Adam’s mouth and both of them loudly moaned. Brian fucked Adam’s mouth for a bit then leaned down and spat on his face, licked it off and grinned. Then he leaned over and started to make out with Adam who moaned louder and started riding my dick even harder, trying to get my cock as far up his cunt as it would go. The boy was on fire. Jesse leaned down and started to make out with Adam and Brian, playing with Brian’s rock hard cock. Jesse leaned down and took Brian’s cock into his mouth while I began to fuck Adam harder, so both of the boys started to moan for different reasons. One because his cunt (and reason for living) was getting split open by my fat dick, and the other because his equally fat dick was being swallowed by a handsome bearded cock sucking pig. I wanted to last longer, so I leaned over and whispered in Brian’s ear “Why don’t you fuck the faggot now? He’s all lubed up and squishy with strangers’ cum.” Brian got a wicked grin on his face, then stuck his tongue in my mouth and then we rearranged positions so that he could slide his rock hard dick into Adam and I laid down to take a break, alternating between making out with Adam and Jesse and whispering dirty things in their ears. “You gonna booty bump this kid,” I asked Jesse? He just smiled and looked at me with his huge black pupils. “What do you think?” I just smiled and made out with him harder. I had a feeling our young friend was going to end up with a butt full of cum, just like Adam. Brian pounded Adam’s cunt hard for about 15 minutes while Jesse and I made out with him and egged him on to breed the fag harder. Finally, the shortness of his breath told us he was about to blast the faggot full of another load of sperm. I leaned over to Brian and said “come on, dude, give that faggot your load. Knock him up. The little whore needs more cum to lube up his pussy.” “Fuck, I”m gonna cum!,” Brian moaned and I could see his nuts pull up as he dumped another load our little rugby dump. Adam moaned and begged, “please shoot your fucking load in me. I need your cum inside my cunt. FUUUUUCK.” Breathing heavily, Brian collapsed on Adam’s back and his cock popped out of the boy. I reached down and could feel the cum start to leak from his jizz hole. When his cunt was empty he started to moan and beg “Please. Fuck me. I need more cock. Please.” “What do you say boys? Should we find some strangers to gang rape this cumdump?” They both laughed and said “fuck yeah!” Jesse grabbed the bong and leaned over to give Adam another huge shotgun of T. I leaned down and took it from him and tried to give it to Brian, who turned his head away. He laughed nervously. I blew the smoke away from him and thought “we’ll get you yet, boy. You’re gonna be begging me for my dick before the end of this night.”

I'm a total idiot for big slapping balls, I agree as a bottom the feel and sound of it enhances the fuck

I like porn that has "establishing shots" - like feature films. You start with a guy in the distance, the street, or a mall - a real life scenario, not a studio mock up. The guys should be dressed ( to begin with ). I like to see the clothed guys from various angles before they slowly undress. The naked cock and ass shouldn't be on show from the first frame. The best porn ( for me ) is as much about the journey as the ultimate destination. It's about skilfully building and maintaining sexual tension. A weakness of amateur porn on xtube for example, is that many are just disconnected cocks entering holes. I like to see the whole person - or at least as much as is practicable. The transition from clothed ( non sexual being - businessman, doctor, work man ) to naked or partly clothed, sexual being is hot. It shouldn't be rushed.

It sounded like a great 30th birthday present from my partner Bill—a professional massage followed by some hot love making. I was down with that! Bill and I ate an early supper out at our favorite neighborhood dive and I had time for a relaxing shower before the masseuse arrived at 8. I took the liberty of getting clean and ready for some deep dicking by Bill after I was all relaxed from my massage. Jon advertized in the local GLBT rag with at least a few dozen competitors. Bill chose him because he listed his qualifications and training and didn’t feature a scantily dressed photo. I laughed at this and said what if I wanted a DEEP massage and Bill promised he would take care of that afterwards. I’ll admit it—I was horny! Jon showed up on time and set up his table in the back study of our house. Bill said he was going to watch some TV upstairs and he kissed me and told me to enjoy my birthday present. Jon said he could massage me naked or with underwear on—what ever my comfort level was. I hadn’t had a professional massage and told him I wanted the works. He smirked and winked while he said, “but, of course!” As my upper thighs were sore from working out at the gym, I asked if I could start on my back. Certainly he said as he turned on a CD with soft music on his little boom box and adjusted the lights low so I could be totally relaxed. Jon was good! He covered my naughty bits with a towel when he was working elsewhere and he quickly had me relaxed and very pliable. I guess massage can be hard work because I noticed he slipped out of his sweat pants to gym shorts and took off his short sleeve shirt to reveal a wife beater and an amazing chest—heck, the whole package was mighty nice! I tried to not pay attention to him as I turned over to my stomach. He worked my back over very well and I got so relaxed my right arm slide off the table. He changed position and stood on my right side—my arm was lightly in contact with his sizzling body. My head was within the opening in the table so it could remain lined up and not turned one way or the other. All I could see was the floor but my awareness seemed to spike. There was something in that simple connection between his body and my arm and his strong hands kneading me that made me feel very alive. He started working the small of my back and pressed against my arm a little closer. I was aware that my dick was reacting to this and a sigh slipped out. He reached down to grab my hand and place it back on the table. I missed the contact immediately, but his hands started working my ass and that caught my attention. I love my ass massaged by Bill, but Jon was like a bread maker working stiff dough. Whether it was right or not, I spread the legs to give him easier access. I was so in tune with this feeling of bliss. I could hear Jon’s steady breathing over the soft music. My own breathing was deep and I was in heaven. A soft moan slipped out of my mouth as he made me more pliant than I had ever been. He worked one leg and then the other—my ass still exposed and legs spread. When he worked the point where my legs connected with my ass, I could feel precum dripping out of me and I sighed and spread my legs a bit more. Jon’s slick oiled hands worked me like no one had before. It wasn’t exactly sexual, but I was harder than a rock and was started to pant a bit. He poured a bit more oil in his hands and was now working between my cheeks. When his fingers finally strayed against my hole I gasped out loud. Was this a massage or a seduction? I was monogamous with Bill, but I was so fucking turned on and relaxed that I couldn’t make a move to stop whatever Jon wanted. It was pretty obvious that I was enjoying this special attention. My ass clenched and relaxed in time with Jon’s ministrations. Jon said he was getting rather warm and I could hear him pulling off his shirt and perhaps slipping his shorts off. I wasn’t sure. All I knew is that I was so turned on! Jon’s next move surprised me. I felt his 5 o’clock scruff against my right ass cheek. He was just rubbing up and down my cheeks and I instinctively flexed my free hand against him. He was naked! He grabbed my hand and led it to what felt like a log between his legs. I groaned as I squeezed it and he now started licking my crack. I thrust against him and started milking his mighty tool as he started eating my hole. I was now moaning and was disappointed when he broke the connection. That disappointment quickly faded as I felt him climb on the table and he grabbed my ass cheeks hard and started tongue fucking and finger fucking me. My ass was as spread as it could be and I was scooting up a bit with my ass to give him better access. He moved up further and I could feel his dick against my ass. I was a bit nervous now. I hadn’t cheated on Bill before and taking an unknown man’s dick bare was not safe! As he slid his drooling shaft up and down my crack, he reached under and pinched my nipples. I moaned anew and he started nibbling and talking in my ear. He told me that he wanted to give me the ultimate birthday present. I didn’t say a word, just felt him pressing against my slightly open hole. He kept talking and said that Bill thought a deep massage would spice up his and my sex life. I finally told him I didn’t want to get caught and this wasn’t very safe. He laughed and said he wouldn’t fall off the table and hurt himself. He then said he only topped and I had nothing to worry about. He asked if I was poz and I said no pretty sharply. He said “perfect” and started pulling me up into the doggy position. I was shaking my head no even as he was lining up to penetrate me. I moaned no as he started pressing in earnest. It felt SO good to feel that thick head pop through my first ring. He stopped and continued to tweak my nipples and talk dirty to me. He told me he knew I wanted this and he was going to take me and give me what I really needed for my birthday. I groan and pushed back against him—together we worked to achieve total penetration. I liked hearing Jon’s gruff voice as he quietly spoke and got my even more turned on by his dirty talk. He asked me who was bigger—him or Bill. “You are.” I admitted. Who did I want fucking me? “You, Jon” “When we are done, I want you to shower and then fuck Bill with your hot hole—make sure he eats your ass first. I am going to make your hole really slick for Bill to enjoy—that will spice up your sex life and make me really happy that you shared this fuck with your partner.” Jon instructed. “Your ass is going to be so open and slippery from my fuck and my seed deep in you, boy! You want that, don’t you? You want to be a hole for me to breed? A receptacle for sperm? I moaned and admitted that I did. The pounding started going in overdrive! He was quietly cursing and tell me that he was going to own my ass and mark it as his own. I hadn’t read anything about pozzing talk at this point in my life so it was just a super turn on to hear that he wanted me so bad. I didn’t know what I was asking for when he started telling me what he wanted to hear from me. I was so hard as he pounded me that I begged for his seed, for him to breed my ass and make it his. “This is so hot, boy! Your partner paid to have you massaged but you are getting bred as well! 2 for 1, boy! All, right, fag boy, here comes your birthday gift—I am breeding you…now!!!” Jon rammed in as deep as he could and I could feel him jerking and spurting within me. The feeling made me shoot then and there. “Nothing finer than a boy shooting his load when he is finally bred right!” Jon sighed. He stayed in me sliding in and out as he worked his load into my receptive hole. Jon told me to keep his load in my ass so it would feel amazing for Bill later. I complied. Bill and I had great sex that night. He ate my ass and told me how relaxed and silky it was after my massage. I was hard from thinking about what he was doing and whose load he was tasting. Jon was right, Bill liked fucking my hole after Jon had bred it. A few months later I got sicker than a dog. A sense of dread filled me and later I tested poz. I couldn't find Jon's ad anymore and I had no way to contact him. I knew exactly what Jon had meant by his words! I had been bred for my birthday!

Halloween Horror CHAPTER ONE THE GRIM REAPER Living in a small redneck town had more disadvantages then advantages! Everyone knows your fucking business and have no qualms about spreading it around, talking behind your back even when they are right in front of you and then there is the “I’ll just be an asshole to your face in front of everyone.” On all that trying to stay in the closet in a small town is damn near impossible, but when it comes out it rocks the town to its core. That’s what happened to me. You would think that these inbred rednecks would have known that a single man in his mid thirties who didn’t date was gay, but when they didn’t. It wasn’t until a plain brown package order ripped open a little and the mail woman saw the dildo I ordered, was when the talk started. I just said fuck them and did my normal routine and ignoring them just drove them crazy. The real fun shit started on Halloween night. I didn’t want to stay home and pass out candy to the breeders fucked up offspring, so I decided to go to the next town over Halloween Haunted House and Maze. In my skin tight jeans, commando and showing off my large bulge, flannel shirt and boots I head over to the town 30 miles away. As I got out of my truck the seam in the ass of my jeans ripped. Other would say it was convenient, maybe in a different town or city yeah, but it was an inconvenience here. I was glad I had a spare shirt in the truck, dirty but would do the job since I was going to tie my flannel around my waist to hide the hole. I paid my way in and headed to the maze, I could hear screaming and laughing from all over the large dry corn field that was cut into a maze. I decided to go in and started to walk. That’s when I heard the voices. “It’s the faggot” one voice said “Got a hard cock for you to choke on” said another The unseen men voiced insults and pretty obscene sexual harassment. I laughed at the insults and my cock grew harder with the sexual stuff. It was hard to hide the eight inch throbbing cock down my leg, but I didn’t care. I must have taken a wrong turn because I was at a very dark dead end. As I turned to backtrack, a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me into the corn stalks. “I got what you need” the figure dresses as the grim reaper said. He guided my hand to his crotch, where I felt his hard cock through his costume. It was thick and at least nine inches. His free hand was rubbing my ass under my flannel shirt and almost instantly found the rip and started to exploit it. “Yeah, heard you fags were more prepared than a scout” he said as his finger found my hole. He pushed me slightly forward at the waist and I went along with it. His thick dry finger pushed against my hole, scratching the soft flesh. I pushed back and felt his finger slide in and the finger nail scratching my flesh. I bit my lip, but ignored the pain. I was horny and this was more than just me stroking and riding fake cocks for my sex life. He lifted my shit up, exposing my gaping jeans and exposed hole with his finger deep inside. He slowly fingered my hole and using his nail to scratch my insides as he fingered me. “Got to get you ready for the tricks and the treats in the maze” I just stared out into the darkness. It wasn’t long until he pulled out his finger and spit in his hand, then rubbed it on my hole. I braced my hands against my thighs and waited. I stood felt the head of his cock pushing at my hole. I took a deep breath and my hole gave, allowing him to push his cock balls deep with one thrust. I scream loudly from the pain. “Scream all you want faggot, no one cares here in the maze” Grabbing my hips he started to ram his cock in and out of my holes. It was tougher than I fuck myself with the dildos. My hole was slowly adjusting from his assault and the pain quickly turned to pleasure. “Trick or treat faggot” he asked between his breathes. “Treat” I said “Fuck no faggot you are getting a trick” He pulled his cock completely out and rammed it balls deep over and over. I felt my precum oozing out of my piss slit, running down my leg. “Soon you will have my trick” I pushed back meeting his hips! “Hell faggot, you might think it was a treat” He rammed in and held his cock deep in me. I could feel the cum pulse through his shift with my ass ring. “Take that load!” He yelled, “you cum loving faggot” I had never felt pleasure like that fuck that I just experienced. “Love fucking faggots and passing along the gift” I was clueless then about the gift. As he pulled out he said: “Find the scarecrow” I heard the rustling of the corn and as I turned to see who just took my hole, I could only see darkness.

The urge to suck cock has been with me as long as I can remember. I’ve always identified as straight probably because I grew up in the 80’s when boys weren’t allowed to cry and showing the slightest bit of sensitivity got you labeled a queer or something g derogatory. It really started when I was out on my own and discovered porn. I quickly gravitated to facials and cumshots and would imagine I was the female though I could never face what that really meant about my sexuality. Then about 6 years ago I discovered sissy porn and craigslist. I kinda went down that rabbit hole. The first cock i sucked was arranged through Craigslist. We met at midnight and I hopped in his Jeep. We went to a side street with no lighting. I can still hear him saying “are you ready for this hot load” right before he started filling my mouth with his cum. I loved every second of sucking his cock. I’ve have a few other partners since then. The thing is I could never date a guy. I don’t find men attractive at all but I can’t ever stop thinking about sucking cock. I’m not into random sex so I don’t get to hookup often. Is anyone else like this. It’s confusing and often feelings of shame are associated with it. I love sucking cock but feel guilty about it and have a hard time being able to be submissive and on my knees for other men despite how much I love it. The urge to suck cock and swallow cum is always there and I really want to indulge more. Idk. Any thought?

Moderator's Note: This is a post from 6 years ago. Until @DannyBoyCMH brought it back from the dead, it had not been commented on since July 2014. Since that time, we have completely reorganized the site, so a lot of issues it brings up are settled already. Straight/Bi content which includes all images of unclothed women now has it's own area which you can easily avoid/spend all your time in depending upon your preference. The original poster has requested his account be deleted (there is a tiny chance he has been permanently banned, but that has only happened a handful of times). "Guest" at the beginning of the username indicates an account has been deleted. This means his profile page no longer exists. That's why @DarkroomTakercannot find it. Sorry, @funpozbottom, it's not an unsolved mystery. 🙂 Generally, we ask you to continue an old thread rather than making a new one on the same topic. If no one has commented on a thread in more than 3 years, it is probably best to go ahead and start a new one unless you specifically want to draw attention to how things have changed since way back when.

When pigs fly...and we are...heading to the Blue Door porn Shoppe to fukk around downstairs with any and all pigs who wanna join us...shove a cock in a tight hole, slobber on some schlong, eat an ass or two...cause it all does a body good. Don't be shy...haul your dick out and say high!

Sweat and cummy sheets / fuck mats cum puddles on floor from group or sling play big plus if the top cums inside the bottom and when he pulls out...some cum oozes out the ass everyone is barefoot and bareass ( even the cameraman)

I love ass to mouth and poppers. Those are the hottest porn.

The Horse Market is hot as fuck and not to be missed. Of course the coronavirus is fucking every thing up right now. But after it passes definitely go to one. The comments above are pretty accurate. Bottoms and tops are in a range of ages. I attended in Germany and there was more screening for fitness/build than there was for age. I had a few buddies there—one was a mare. As Insatiableboy said —lube isn’t an issue after the first round of breedings. There are red hoods for BB and white hoods for safesex. The ratio is different from city to city. I looked for “my” type of mare to focus my time on. My dick was in about 30 mares and I came three times. I would love to have cum more but had been whoring it up all week so my cock and balls were spent. Our buddy reported that he was fucked by 100 dicks. Admittedly he mares don’t necessarily know when guys are taking turns (tag teaming) or cum back later for another round. He was busy all night and was fully satisfied when we debriefed-later.

Part II Fantasies are a place were lots of things are allowed – some of them should stay fantasies though The address Daniel was given, was not far from his apartment. He took a taxi anyway, since he was somewhat excited and didn’t trust himself with his bike. When he arrived he was standing in front of one of the newly build buildings in town, the ones that were most certainly out of his price-range and would probably never be affordable for him unless he inherited a ton of money from a rich aunt he didn’t know of. When he entered the building, he was greeted by a concierge wearing a formal uniform in black and red, including a matching hat. A golden name tag had “Peter” written on it and was attached on a well-tailored front pocket on his uniform. Daniel considered Peter rather attractive. He must have been only a little older than him, but his posture and this surrounding gave him a glance of elegance that Daniel was lacking even though he was wearing one of his good work shirts. God evening sir, what brings you here tonight? How may I assist you? The concierge said. Daniel didn’t quite know what to answer to this. Telling Peter that he came to this address because a guy from an online dating platform whom he had never seen in real life but only in videos where he fucked his semen in young unprotected asses, commanded him here to watch him have sex, didn’t seem like a good option. The concierge was already raising one of his ginger eyebrows when Daniel mumbled: Ergh… I am here to visit a friend. The concierge was scanning Daniel from head to toe, his eyebrow still raised. He clearly thought he was lying or at least not telling the whole truth, which was the case. And what is the name of this friend, sir? I’d like to let him know you are here. Daniels was sweating now, in his rush to get to the address he had gotten from “Assbreeder82” he didn’t even realise he did not know what his last name was. This was embarrassing, he didn’t know what to do. Leave, and text “Assbreeder82” what he was supposed to do? He would feel dumb doing that. Or tell the concierge that he didn’t know the name of his “friend”. He could feel Peter starring at him. Then suddenly the familiar sound of an arriving elevator distracted Peter for a moment. Daniel turned around and was heading for the door, this seemed to be the best option. Just before he opened the door though, he looked back and froze. There in the elevator that had just arrived on the ground floor stood “Assbreeder82”. He had never seen his face before, but he knew this body and the way he moved. He was wearing a black casual suit, with a white button-down shirt, that complemented his muscle-daddy body quite well. Daniel was standing there just starring at the men he had fantasised so much about. He was fascinated by him. The neatly trimmed beard that had the same black tone as his chest hair had in all the videos he saw. His dark brown eyes and most importantly that cheeky little grin that he was wearing so well. This was a man of confidence and he did not hide it, nor did he need to. Peter was just greeting “Assbreeder82” but Daniel couldn’t understand the name he was saying because he was too far away from the elevator. Still somewhat frozen, Daniel realised to late, that he got spotted: Daniel, is that you? Where you about to leave without saying hi to an old friend – fan boy? The way he said the nickname that he gave him sent hot and cold shivers over Daniels body. Still overwhelmed he didn’t know what to do but his body decided for him. He could feel how his feet where slowly dragging him towards the elevator, passing Peter that had a weird look on his face that seemed to be a mixture of jealousy, pity and professionalism. His feet stopped 2 meters away from “Assbreeder82”. There was a moment of silence until finally he found enough confidence to speak. Hey thanks for picking me up. Quite a service. Assbreeder82 took two quick steps towards Daniel, laid one muscular arm around Daniel’s shoulder and ushered him into the elevator, while Peter was still watching disapprovingly from his counter. The elevator doors were closing and Assbreeder82 selected the 12th floor, his one arm still resting on Daniels shoulder. Daniel could smell his cologne that had a woody smoky touch to it, mixed with a hint of his scent. He could not believe that he was standing in an elevator alone with this man and he was surprised that he even came here. He usually was not doing things like this. “Its just like watching porn” he told himself. As if Assbreeder82 could read his thoughts he said: You seem nervous Daniel. Don’t be, like I said I respect your boundaries, you are only here to watch and film … unless you decide otherwise. But if I respect your rules, you’ll have to respect mine. Once we arrive in my apartment you are to strip down all your clothes. While I play with the little twink that is already waiting for us, you are only allowed to watch, film or commend if you wish so. Should you touch me while I am playing with my toy our agreement ends and you’re mine to do with as I please. Understood? Before Daniel could think too much about this the elevator doors opened and Assbreeder82 led him to the door of his apartment. He had arrived in the lions cave and though he was only here to watch, he felt like he was about to do something very kinky and forbidden… More to cum

I have a question, is it just young, beautiful, perfect gym bodies, and horse dicks? Or are there actually average body guys? mostly asking about mares.

At February Cumunion party I took 8 loads in my poz ass and the last guy who fucked me loaded my cunt with his piss. I’m hoping some of the cum loads absorbed in me before his piss douche flushed them all out.

I got my first ever piss fuck last night. He filled my hole pretty full, wild sensation. I love being the receptacle of my top’s piss and cum. Felt amazing.

I worked part time at a comic book store. I would hook up with guys in the back, especially on Fridays when it was slow. One guy in particular, was fucking me raw, when a customer came in, he finished up inside me, while the customer waited for me to come out of the back, the customer probably thought I was in the bathroom

it is so HOT knowing how to enjoy the ride of a life time ... knowing it can change you for ever !

Blayn and I have been very close friends for about 3 years now. He knows I'm bi and hes always been ok with it. We've even talked about tag teaming a girl someday. Most of our time together consists of drinking heavily and cruising country roads. He's been passed out around me a few times and even in my drunken state I never once considered taking advantage of the situation, that is, until we found ourselves in a 3 way with Tina. Blayn is the type of man that always gets what he wants, especially from women. He stands at about 5' 8", with a thin frame but unlike a twink boy with the same height and weight, Blayn has a natural muscle tone that reminds you that he's a man.Blue eyes that often change from light to dark blue and sometimes green. His captivating eyes paired with his bright smile is enough to make any woman fall to her knees but it's his 8 in cock that turns every woman he's ever fucked into his property, patiently waiting for his next call so she can experience his expert use of his fuck tool. I caught a glimpse of his flaccid cock while he was pissing once. I knew right then and there that he must be pretty hung because I saw a nice fat softie that had to hang at least 5 in totally flaccid. After some probing he told me some past encounters. One ex said she could feel him in her stomach. His favorite thing to do is to position his slut on her back with her legs on his shoulders and pound her cunt, she usually has to keep a hand on his hips because his cock starts to bottom out. I loved hearing his stories. I'm a decent 6.5-7 with 6 in girth. After showing him a pic of my dick on a pretty crazy night, he commented that he definitely has at least 1.5 in on me in length but he's not nearly as thick. I was still so turned on at the thought of his Big White Cock and all the pussy he's ruined for other men who could never reach the depths he has so effortlessly. I'm a pretty goodlooking guy. 6' with an athletic build, broad shoulders, nice round ass and thick strong legs. I don't have to search long to find someone to top my hairy ass or suck my thick cock, but Blayn had his hold on me and he didn't even know it. I was just waiting for my opportunity and then at long last I had it and it came in the form of a funny looking glass pipe and a small bag of crystal shards. We had been experimenting with coke and loved it, so when a friend of ours handed us this small sack and pipe we thought "why the hell not?" It took us a while to get any good hits but we definitely felt the change after we exhaled our first full cloud. "Holy fuck!" exclaimed Blayn, " This is better than coke! My body feels kinda tingly and warm. I just feel fuckin great!" My eyes widen as I blow a thick white cloud, suddenly I know exactly what he meant only I definitely felt hornier than I have ever been. Soon it became clear he must have had a similar spike in arousal because shortly after our first good hits he was inviting me to look at old pics of his exes and ,to my great surprise and happiness, a few videos of his ex wife riding his beautiful, long fuck stick. Seeing it right in front of me made me realize 2 things. 1: he may not be as thick as me but he was definitely stretching out this woman's pussy and 2: I wanted him to see how much better my hole would feel wrapped around that monster. So I start testing the waters, I've known straight guys who "party" and fuck guys so it was just a matter of triggering his horniness. I started by poking and prodding his crotch, "Ok is that ball or cock?" I asked. "That's my dick head" "No way!" i replied genuinely incredulous, "that feels really big, I guess you're a grow-er and a show-er" I said still lightly scratching his cock head, which to my delight, had started to expand beneath his jeans. "You're gonna have to stop that, Alex. It's startin' to feel good" he said before taking another hit of the pipe. Normally I wouldn't dare risk our friendship for a chance to be the hole Blayn uses to unload his cum into (why am I thinking like this? Why do i suddenly need to be this straight man's living fleshlight?) But it all felt so right. Miles from town, nothing but mesquite trees and cactus surrounding us as we sat in his truck, dimly lit but a full moon. I caught my reflection in his rear view mirror. My pupils had dilated to the size of quarters, his were the same, He felt his blood rushing to his cock and looked at me, both of our chests were heaving. He bared his teeth as if to intimidate me, "what the fuck are you waiting for, faggot?" he growled. My smile was short lived as I dove face first to his swelling rod. I got his pants down and there it was, standing straight up, no curve just a straight, white cut cock leaking precum like a faucet. I took it all the way to his big hairy balls on the first go. I wanted to show him what hes been missing all these years.He's moaning and thrusting his hips making his cock go even deeper. I have never taken a cock so deep in my pussy throat. I brought my lips to the bottom of his shaft and stayed there while I repeatedly swallowed, which resulted in my throat massaging his fat mushroom head. He knew he was close so he pulled me off and held my face in front of his and launched a wad of spit right on my lips which I hungrily licked and swallowed, thanking him before he ordered me out of the truck. "Strip" he commanded. I quickly complied. "get on your hands and knees right here in the dirt, faggot". I never heard him sound so angry and turned on. I hit the ground so fast I thought I had injured myself. "fuck yeah, let me see that hairy pussy hole", he sounded so mean and I loved it. He was going to use me. Use me all up for his pleasure and I wanted to be his good fuck hole. My body was aching for his big cock, my back arched involuntarily in an effort to give my straight god better access. I heard him spit and was immediately filled with his hard cock. the pain was blinding but paled in comparison to the relief I felt from finally getting stretched wide open by this straight, hung man. He owned me from then on and he knew it. He started thrusting deep, bottoming out in my hole. The mild discomfort of having his cock probe me deeper than any man ever has wasn't enough to dare attempt to slow his fucking or to make his thrusts more shallow. No, I was gonna take him however he wanted to me to have him. My yelps of pain and pleasure echoed across the empty fields surrounding us. I absorbed it all. the gritty earth beneath my knees, his sweat dripping from his tight abs to my arched back, his flared dick head leaving and then re-entering my hungry hole, his big low hanging bull balls slapping against mine. I was in heaven. I had lost track of time when I felt him grab my shoulders and fuck me even deeper than before. My screams of pain dissipated into the cool night air. After several of his deep thrusts he erupted, depositing his straight seed in a part of me that no man has ever felt. "FUCK! Goddamn Alex that was the best fucking orgasm of my life!" he pulled his softening cock from deep within my body. I shudder and realize that I'd kill to feel that pain again. "Too bad it's over" I say, still catching my breath. "What do you mean?" he gave me a devilish smirk, "I have some plans for us".

Seeding my son After about ten minutes of enjoying Tom's mouth pleasuring my cock, I pushed him down on the bed and spread his legs, dove-in and began to eat his young neg pussy, getting it wet for its first poz breeding. Tom moaned and squirmed as my tongue worked to get inside his hole, slowly opening it up for the later invasion by my cock. As his bud begins to open to my tongue, I start rubbing my thumb along the edge and slowly inserting it. Soon, I can get both thumbs in and spread out his hole. My first two fingers begin to slide in, and soon they are doing what comes natural to them. My nails begin to dig into his lining, making small tears for my bug to get into his system with. "Please, Dad," begged Tom, "get that poz cock in my cunt and give me your bug. Make me poz with the same cum that made me!" I looked into his eyes and saw the desire, the want, the need in there. Still I asked "Are you sure you want this?" "Yes, Dad, breed me with your poz cum!" I leaned down and kissed him as my cock found his hole and began to slide into his neg cunt. Soon I felt my balls hit his ass, and knew I was going to blast his hole with my poz seed even if he asked me to pull out now. I slowly began to slide my cock in and out of his cunt, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Tom moaned in pleasure as my cock pounded his hole, tearing it up more as I broke through his second ring and really started to pound him into the mattress. Since I knew he was going to be taking loads all night from Dave and me, I let my first batch of Swimmers build quicker than I normally would, so soon I felt the tingle in my balls that signaled my poz cum would soon be impregnating my son. "Last chance, son," I cautioned. "Give it to me, Dad. Plant your seed in me." "All right, here you go!" And with that I shoved all nine inches into him and let go. It was a good sized load, and Dave would soon be using it to fuck his own loads into my son to make him our son. I stayed inside till I knew all my seed was now in his ass, then I slowly withdrew. Dave was standing beside me, and as soon as I was out, he climbed onto the bed and lined-up his cock. I lay down beside Tom and we kissed as Dave's eight inch plus cut cock slid into Tom's cunt, remarking "That load feels so good in there. Your cunt will be well on its way to being infected soon," as he pounded Tom into the mattress. Tom, meanwhile, moaned in pleasure around my kiss. When Dave took-over kissing Tom, I got off the bed to retrieve a few things to help Tom's conversion. When I got back from the bathroom, Tom was writhing under Dave. I knew from watching Dave breed other boys, that he was getting close to adding his poison seed with mine in my son. As I climbed back onto the bed, I grabbed the plug from the nightstand, and just as I began to give Tom another kiss, Dave groaned "Take my dirty seed, son!" Dave stayed in Tom until his entire load was planted deep inside. While he slowly pulled out, he kissed Tom. Once his cock slipped out of Tom's cunt, I pulled my surprise from behind my back: a new hard bristle toothbrush. Tom smiled at me when he saw it, and grabbed his ankles, giving me full access to his now opened and well bred cunt. I slid the brush into him and began to vigorously brush his innards to help his lining become even more receptive to allowing the virus into his system. While brushing his hole, my cock sprang back to life. Once I was sure that the brushing had done its part of the job, I pulled the brush out, and sure enough, the bristles were a nice shade of dark pink. I showed it to Tom as I lined my hard cock up with his cunt again and sank into it. This fuck, I took my time with and varied my technique as I gave him pleasure as well as continuing to work that deadly seed into his ass lining. Tom's cock had stayed rock hard the entire time we had been fucking him, which was close to an hour now, and Tom's breathing began to change, and I realized that he was getting close to shooting his possibly last neg load. Dave noticed it too, and leaned down and took Tom's cock into his mouth. As Dave went down to Tom's balls, Tom grabbed the back of his head and kept him there as he groaned, shooting his load into Dave's mouth. The sensation of my son's ass clenching around my cock as he shot into my boyfriend's mouth caused me to go over the edge, and a few strokes later I growled too and shot my second life-changing load into his cunt. Dave rolled off, and, for the second time that afternoon, I slowly pulled out of Tom's cunt, which was most definitely destroyed. Reaching over, I grabbed the plug and slid it in, remarking "That will keep those loads in there until we can recharge and add some more." Tom leaned-up and kissed first me, and then Dave, thanking us by saying "I hope your gift takes soon. This has been exactly what I wanted." "Well, if I know our seed, in about two weeks you will be sick as a dog." We all spent the rest of that weekend fucking my son, and we all knew that when he left to go back to school on Monday morning that he was well on his way to being infected. The next few weeks Tom spent every moment he could with one or the both of us getting fucked and brushed and every other trick we could come up with to ensure that he would come down with our bug, and sure enough, a few weeks after our initial meet-up, Tom came over and felt sick from the fuck flu. Dave and I spent the weekend taking care of him and giving him more of our toxic cum. A few weeks after he was better, I sent him to the free clinic where he learned he was now carrying our strain in his system. We all went out to celebrate, and it was then that Tom told us that now that he was confirmed poz, that he wanted to spread it to the guys on his wrestling team. Dave and I offered to help if any of the guys would be up to it. He smiled at us, and said he knew a couple of guys that would like to be fucked by some hot daddies.

Dark room : guys who head into the small and space precious dark room at the sex club, stand against the wall, and get offended when someone ( OK, ME!) reaches down to feel them up. Now, I am in a jockstrap and my ass is lubed- these clowns are in in pants and shirts and think they have landed in the box seat section! If you want to look and see, go out and head to the open orgy areas and stand obviously out of play- but don't get attitude when you are in the sex pit and someone is trying to initiate sex with you! BJ ramp guys: who face fuck your throat for 20 to 30 minutes, and just before they are ready to finally nut, they pull out and walk over 2 holes, shove in and blow a load into some guy who just happened to have an open mouth there. If you are going to grind out my throat to the point I am going to be eating oatmeal for a day or two, I need your load down my throat as an appetizer !