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7. Sauna Sweat James hated that he was in this position again. One more man in his life found him on his knees, the smell of cock and cum on his breath. "Wait," the doctor said. "I know you," he started, then trailed off. He scratched his chest, "Just moved here. Four days. Sucked off four guys, right?" James nodded. "Was that number five?" the doctor asked. "Or had you already serviced him?" Neither answer was very flattering. Either way, there was no way the doctor would see him as anything other than a cheap locker room slut. "I'd sucked him off before," James finally said. were There was a bit of a pause from Dr. Souza. It terrified James: for one, he couldn't remember the doctor's first name, if he had ever known it. Not to mention his little admission of earlier promiscuity. He worried either one would mean he wouldn't get the prescription. "I'm sorry," Dr. Souza continued. "I can't even remember your name. There were three of you. All new to town, all starting to have sex." He raised a leg over James, and sat down in front of him. He had also left the towel to the side, and a hard, stiff uncut cock was right in front of James. He had seen uncut dick before, in porn he had found on the internet. But it had never been right in front of him, and he didn't quite know what to do. "It's just like any other dick," said Dr. Souza. "So just start sucking." James didn't see any other option here. If he walked away, he'd have both pissed off his doctor and given him a reason not to give James the meds. He wrapped his lips around the doctor's shaft, and licked it. Despite how hard it had seemed, as he licked and teased the shaft, it grew further. The foreskin peeled back, exposing the doctor's cockhead and the heady mix of pre-cum and sweat that had accumulated there. James lapped it up, before forcing himself to take more of the man's cock. "Fuck, that's nice," Dr. Souza grunted. "Just what I needed after a morning with hungry sluts. So fucking turned on, hearing your stories." James barely heard what he was saying. The man's cock was a solid rod, with none of the slight give he was used to. It was hard to swallow, and harder not to gag. "Keep it up," Dr. Souza moaned. James could just barely hear the music played in the main locker room. He timed the strokes of his head to the songs being played; it also let him know that he had sucked his way through two songs. The entire time, Dr. Souza had been moaning, or softly urging him on. Now it was just a tight, controlled breathing, and James knew he was on the edge. He swallowed once more, and was able to swallow another inch of Dr. Souza's cock. "FUUUUUCK," he groaned in response, and grabbed the back of James's head. "TAAAAKE IT," he grunted. Deep in his throat, James felt the man unloading into him. It was dripping straight into his stomach, ready to be absorbed by his body. "TAAAKE IT ALLL," Dr. Souza grunted again, and added another spurt of cum to James's throat. Several spurts later, Dr. Souza's breathing finally relaxed as his cock softened. James slowly pulled off the shaft, licking it carefully of every drop of spit and cum that remained. "That's a good boy," Dr. Souza said. "And I got your results. Your prescription will be ready this afternoon." "Uh, thanks," James said. He was a little surprised at the sudden shift, from cocksucking to professional consultation. "That's good." "Yeah," Dr. Souza said. "By the way, I'm Tiago." "James," James said. "Good to meet you. A friend and I, we're doing a party this weekend. Maybe you can join us?"

With lockdown loosening up me and my housemates decided to take a trip to the coast, we all went our own way once we got there and i went exploring to find somewhere quiet to relax. Found a nice spot away from the crowds and laid down in my speedos to take in the rays, after a while a guy came up to me and asked if he could borrow some suncream, he was hot so i said yeah so i could eye rape him behind my shades. he ended up laying down next to me and we started talking, he turned out to be a local and wanted to get away from the day trippers, i did make a joke about being one of them but he said i was excused cause i was cute. After a while i managed to get him to admit he approached me hoping i was open to having fun with older guys, now he was probably mid 40ies, hairy chest, bit of a belly, wearing just some shorts with the outline of his soft cock clearly visible. I played it cool and asked what he wanted from a "cute" boy like me, he was nice and made it out he just wanted to suck me of and if i was up for it to fuck me, so i just said "know anywhere we can go?" the smile on his face, he made no effort to hide that he was a) hard and b) checking out my package. he took me a bit away from the beach into the woods until he pulled me into a clearing, got on his knees and pulled my cock out. he gave real good head and i was moaning away pretty fast, i couldnt stand it anymore, i pushed him off and stood next to a tree bending over and pushing my speedos totally off, he ate my ass out before he started going into his pockets finding a condom, his smile wasnt as big but he gave me the condom to put on his cock, i threw it away telling him to give me daddies load. he was keen at this point, spitting on his cock and slamming it into my hole, fucking me hard in the clearing, biting my neck and alternating between tugging my cock and twisting my nips. he didnt last too long before he was panting and pounding his load into my hole. he kissed me hard and as he seporated it was then i realised we had a little audience, little being two guys, both about my age, wearing tracksuit shorts that were bulging and metail chains, on had a tattoo of a snake on his chest the other had a massive bulge that caught my eye. there were no words just them coming over pushing the older guy aside and gripping my head pulling me into the tat guys crotch, the other lad hanging back rubbing his shorts. The tat guy pushed his shorts down and pushed his cock into my throat, made me gag alot but obviously didnt care, i could see the initial guy next to the other watching talking but i couldnt hear cause i was busy with the cock in my throat. after a bit he pulled out and called his mate over to "try out this bitch's throat" and then i saw the guys tool, older guys was 6inches cut, the tat guy was similar but uncut but this boy was closer to 8 inches uncut and didnt not even wait for me to open my mouth wide before forcing it into my mouth till i smelt his man scent pubes. he just held me there as his mate went to my hole and pushed into me, telling me i was a dirty little slut and gonna take his load like a good little bitch. i had to grip the dude in my mouth as the guy fucked me mercilessly, the guy in my throat pulled out and turned round making me eat out his dirty hole, my cock couldnt take anymore and exploded at some point before i felt the guy pounding me slam me one last time. as he pulled out i didnt even wait i just turned round to the big boy and begged for his cock, and he didn't disapoint, slamming it into me hard. unlike either guy he pulled me back and made out with me as he fucked me hard, the sound of his balls and hips slapping my ass was heavenly, but he didnt last long at all adding my third load. both chav lads slapped my ass pulled their trackies up and walked off laughing. the older guy moved in eating my ass wanting the lads loads. i felt empty by the time he was done licking my hole out so i begged him for a new load but he was still recovering which was a shame. If the day ended like that i would have been happy enough but i got one more load in me in the form of a quick ride on my housemate in the back of the van before heading home, he was horny and just said to follow him and got in the back, pulled his cock out and told me to do my job. needless to say i rode his cock while he texted his gf taking his hot load and leaving it in me till we got home.

Jake groaned and drove his hips deeper into Seth as his hole seemed to be milking all his cares away. "here" seth offered, as he turned onto his knees and against the couch. "now you can drive it nice and deep" Seth panted, as he spread his thick ass to expose his swollen pink pussy. Jake stared at the winking mancunt, the soft blonde fuzz that bordered it framed the hole and made it look inviting and natural. How many times had he cum into Seth? he couldnt think of a number if he tried. Instead He watched as he willingly fed his prick back up inside, gripping seths hips he began to pound hard. "that a boy" seth groaned. "breed that cunt baby." Jake needed no encouragement, and with one long final stroke he buried his leaking poz cock to the hilt, spilling another copious load into the devious boys sloppy ring. "Get some rest buddy, We have a big party coming up next weekend and I'd hate for you to miss it." Jake collapsed back onto the couch. "I cant do any more of this man" he pleaded. "now thats not the can-do attitude of a good top at all Jake. Be there sunday night for board games and movies!" Seth offered with a bright eyed smile. Seeing no reaction, he added coldly as he tugged his pants back on and headed to the door, "Or your boyfriend might find out where you like to shoot your cum instead." The days ticked by and soon enough, Jake found himself pulling into Seths driveway. He knew this was wrong, but just thinking about the chance to breed the two cumdumps again made him throb. rapping at the door he was greeted by a jock-clad Mikey who invited him in. "Hi Jake! I hope you dont mind but i couldnt find a good board game so I thought we'd play with this instead." Seth nodded to the curly haired boy on his couch, pants pooled around his ankles. Jake began to wonder why he ever thought Seths intentions would be more than manipulative. "who the hell is he?" Jake replied incredulously as he watched Seth continue to stroke the boys uncut meat. "meet..." Seth paused as he fished through a wallet to find an ID. "Chris!" Seth chimed. "thats my name too" the boy slurred, turning to look at Jake with glassy eyes and a laugh. "he was mikeys uber driver today and then he decided to stay and have fun, isnt that right Chris?" Seth paused for the boys foggy mind to register the question. "uh huh" he nodded. "here" seth reached for the boys hand and placed it around his cock. "keep jerking it baby just like that, I need to talk to Jake for a minute" As if on autopilot, Chris obeyed and began stroking. "what the hell is wrong with him?" jake asked. "Nothing buddy we just gave him some feel good medicine." seth calmly assured. "more like medicine cabinet" mikey snickered. raising his voice, Seth announced to his newfound plaything, "Chris just turned nineteen! and Jake stopped by to give him a nice birthday present isnt that right jake" Seth turned to Jake and began undoing his jeans. "you cant be serious..." Jake stammered. "YEP!" seth smiled, fishing the tops hard cock out. "but its a surprise" Seth announced. "I love surprises my girlfrinnnd got me a cool hat once" Chris smiled to Jake. "Yeah surprises are fun arent they Chris! so no hints jake or youll spoil the gift." seth stared coldly into Jakes eyes and made his intent clear. "Off." Seth pointed to Jakes clothes and he reluctantly removed them. "now isnt that better? Lets get comfy on the couch." Seth offered, and returned to the stroking young man. "Your weiner is...huge" chris slurred, as he selfishly reached over to slide his hand up and down the length. "god thats big" he mumbled, pumping Jakes cock. "remember what i called your butt chris?" pausing to think for a moment his eyes lit up, "oh hah yeah man" he stumbled to his feet. "my boypussy" he giggled, spreading his cheeks and revealing his hole, "Thats right." Seth smiled as Jakes hard cock began to drool at the sight of the boys virgin hole. "Can Jake taste your boypussy Chris?" "heh okay" he smiled. Thanks to Seths hard work, Jakes first instinct seeing the bright pink hole was in fact to begin tonguing it mercilessly, slowly relaxing it. "oh fuck" chris groaned, as Jake hungrily slurped away at the tight hole. "Doesnt that feel nice chris?" Seth encouraged the boy. "its really good" he panted, willingly surrendering his tiny pucker to Jakes warm wet mouth. "You know what to do Jake, just keep eating that tasty boypussy" Seth squeezed a cool dollop of lube into his fingertips and began working Jakes rock hard shaft. "Remember to jerk your cock Chris, make it feel good." Seth smiled as the boy obediently resumed stroking his leaking prick. With one last groan Chris surrendered his load into seths waiting palm as he stroked the boys chin, his tight cunt squeezing against Jakes tongue. "Chris, lean back on the couch and let Jake kneel between your legs buddy." Seth positioned the spun out boy onto the couch with a plop, and slid his legs up and out to expose his hole. "now just relax buddy" Seth began administering the boys cum liberally onto his hole as Jake watched Seth violate Chris with his own fluids. "give me a little push chis, nice and gentle" the boy complied, and naively continued to assist Seth in his own pozzing as his finger slipped inside the virgins hole. "hes really tight. Mikey can you get some more medicine?" As if second nature, Mikey loaded a syringe and quickly returned to the boys side, wrapping tight plastic tubing around his arm. "what is that?" Chris asked with a nervous look. "Its okay baby we're just going to give you more feel good medicine. Make a big fist for me" Seth wrapped Chris' hand into a fist, and he complied. "now just watch me Chris. where are my fingers?" "inside" Chris groaned as Seth began firmly massaging his prostate. "inside where?" Seth prompted, as Mikey slowly drove the needle into the distracted boy. "youre inside me- my...in my boy pussy" he panted, flexing his hole and luxuriating in the new and exotic pleasure coursing through him. "thats right. now hold on tight baby" Seth watched as Mikey finished up and gently released the tubing from the young mans arm. "f-fuck me!" chris gasped, as he began bucking against Seths fingers, buried deep inside him. "Aw, you guessed the surprise" Seth reached to grip Jakes leaking cock and guide him closer to the shimmering pink cunt "Jake is going to take his big pretty cock and put it where my fingers were, deep in your boy pussy. doesnt that sound fun?" Chris nodded enthusiastically, desperate for anything to fill him. "hes going to fuck me?" Chris looked up at Jake who was now well past the point of any self control. "yeah, I'll fuck you buddy" Jake smiled, forgetting about the toxic precum pouring from the head of his babymaker. "Jakes really good at fucking boypussy chris. Just relax and let the big cock in" Seth stepped back and gave Jake a gentle push as he began to press against the straight boys delicate hole. "its too big?" Chris slurred, confused at the lack of progress as Jake continued to gently press against the defiant hole. "no baby, youll open right up, just watch" Jake took the boys legs and placed them on his shoulders as the head of his cock disappeared. "mmh" chris grunted, and as he took a deep breath, Jakes thick poz tool slid deeper inside until his balls were nudging against the slender teens ass. Chris let out a guttural moan as Jake flexed his meat inside the boy. "How does it feel Chris?" Seth began stroking the boys now flacid member. "full" Chris mumbled, as he caressed his chest and stomach. "goood" he sighed, as Jake began slowly sliding in and out of the delirious straight boy. As the minutes ticked by, Seth paused to confirm things were proceeding as intended and tugged at Jakes hips until his prick slid entirely out with a lewd slurp. "No! dont!" Chis whined, as he reached forward to paw seth away. "dont take it out jake please?" he begged with increasing desperation. Seth released Jakes hips and let him slide effortlessly back into the boy. "You should thank Jake for the nice birthday gift" Seth chided. "oh god thank you." Chris mindlessly panted over and over as Jake began picking up his pace, feeling his balls begin to tighten.

PART 3 Just then we heard the door open and three young guys walked in, wearing shorts and t-shirts. Sexy frat boy types. “Dude, look at this. Fuck. I have to fuck that hole,” said the blonde one who introduced himself as Dean. His friends started rubbing their cocks through their shorts and eyed the T bong hungrily. Jesse stood up and gave Dean a thick shotgun of T while his friends started to undress, showing off their sexy, hairy bodies and fat cocks. I looked at Brian and grinned saying “looks like this little whore’s gonna get his cunt bred hard.” Brian just laughed and Adam moaned and said “Fuck guys, someone get over here and shove your dick in me. My cunt is really hungry.” Jesse was busy getting Dean and his friends, who introduced themselves as Jack and Garrett, spun. Clearly none of them had a problem with t-dick. All three of their cocks were hard and I pulled Brian over onto the floor so we could suck their cocks. Dean plugged his dick into Adam’s mouth while Brian and I serviced his friends. Jesse was the master of ceremonies, making sure that the new arrivals quickly got high as fuck so they could join our debauchery. Dean was tall and lean, covered in dark hair with a sexy buzz cut and a fat dick that looked like it was going to fit Adam’s cunt like a glove. His friends were both short and also furry and both were uncut with nice long foreskins. They might’ve been brothers. The family resemblance was uncanny. Brian and I were sucking down their cocks like they were the last meal we’d ever have. Meantime, Dean was making out with Jesse and passing the bong to Garrett who took a huge hit and shotgunned it to Jack. I came up for air and Jack leaned down to give the shotgun to me. I inhaled as much of the t smoke as I could and then went back down on Garrett’s fat cock, trading off with Brian so we both got a taste of each one of their sexy uncut dicks. The only thing I like more than sucking an uncut dick is taking one up my ass. But I knew today was all about Adam’s cumdump. And I still had designs on Brian’s sexy little furry ass. It was calling out to me....”Fuck me. I need cock. But I’m too shy to admit it.” I knew I would be breeding Brian shortly. He didn’t know it yet, though. Dean and Jesse moved behind Adam and Dean slowly sank his huge cock into Adam’s cumdump. “Fuck guys. You have to feel this sloppy hole. It’s so fucking nice. This faggot has been really well used.” He started to slowly pound Adam’s hole while he made out with Jesse. Clearly there was a good connection there. I wondered if Dean was going to get Jesse’s dick up his ass before the night was over. He and Jesse continued to make out and I could hear him ask “How many loads in the fag?” “Four or Five, so far,” Jesse said. You wanna breed my bud?” “Fuck yeah. I really do. I haven’t shot a load in a week. I’ve been working my ass off and haven’t had time to fuck. Now I have a week off and need to breed. Think we can knock this faggot up?” He grinned and Jesse grabbed him by the back of the head and shoved his tongue down Dean’s throat while Dean started to pound Adam’s hole harder. Adam moaned and said “DUDE. FUCK ME. I NEED YOUR COCK.” Dean just laughed and pounded Adam’s hole five times hard. “IS. THIS. WHAT. YOU. WANT. FAGGOT?” Adam just moaned louder and said “FUCK MEEEEEEEE. YESSSSSSSSSS.” All of us laughed and Dean started to pound Adam’s cunt making him moan uncontrollably. Jesse turned and spat on his face saying “Fucking faggot. Your mouth should be full of cock too.” Then he shoved his cock all the way down Adam’s throat. Nothing hotter than a pretty faggot with his mouth stretched as wide as he can around a huge, fat, uncut cock while his pussy is making obscene noises from getting fucked full of sperm. Meantime, Jack and Garrett were passing the pipe back and forth and shotgunning me and Jesse who passed the white smoke along to Dean. These boys wanted to get fucked up. Garrett leaned down and started playing with my ass, so Jack started playing with Brian’s. I could tell Brian was a little uncomfortable. The boy needed to learn about being a pig and I knew just how to teach him. Jack and Brian got onto the bed where Jack turned Brian around and started eating his big smooth ass. I caught Jesse’s eye and nodded to Brian. He grabbed the bag of t from the table and handed me a nice big crystal. I lubed up my finger and stuck the crystal to the lube. Then I pulled my mouth off Garrett’s cock and leaned over to play with Brian’s ass. When Jack came up for air, I made my move. I smoothly slid my finger with the crystal on it into Brian’s hole. He jumped a little but I pushed harder and Brian started to moan. “Fuck. Go slow. I’m a virgin down there.” I looked over at Jesse thinking “Fuck! This gets better and better” I smiled at Jesse real big and mouthed “YES!” Then I went back to sucking Garrett’s beautiful cock. I pulled him down on the floor with me so we could make out. I wanted to see that pretty bearded mouth on my cock. Garrett and I continued to make out and take the occasional shotgun from one of the other guys. I was holding onto Garrett’s cock when I leaned over and saw that Jack was behind Brian who was on all fours with his head in the mattress. Just two feet away Adam was lying on his back, legs over his shoulders and eyes rolled into the back of his head moaning like a cheap faggot whore. Brian was breathing heavily now and beginning to sweat. We were all sweating from the t and the sex and the room smelled amazing. Brian was moaning gibberish when Jack tapped him on the face and he opened his eyes. He kept repeating “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” I knew the booty bump was hitting him hard. “I”m gonna fuck you, dude. You ready? My cock’s kinda big.” Adam leaned over and handed a bottle of poppers to Brian. He greedily took two huge hits. “Are you wearing a condom?” “Fuck no dude, why would I do that? Gotta breed. I know you want my load.” “Wait......” Brian tried to slow him down, but Jack was done listening and slowly slid the entire length of his uncut fat cock up Brian’s hole. He wasn’t taking no for an answer. The T took over, Brian forgot all about a condom and just moaned, taking more deep, greedy hits off the bottle of poppers. The answer was yes. And bare. Jack slowly opened Brian up and after a minute or two, his cock was buried balls deep in Brian’s big furry ass. He was a natural cumdump. The T just lubricated things. “Guys this faggot is no longer a virgin. What do you say we breed him too?” The rest of us laughed, Adam and Brian continued to moan while their cunts were split open with Dean and Jack’s thick cocks. They continued to make out while Jesse shared the pipe with them and after 10 or 15 minutes of hard pounding, the two faggots’ cunts were both squishy and open. Adam’s was leaking sperm everywhere and it was white and frothy all over the end of Dean’s cock. Jack pulled off, making out with Dean and said “Fuck dude, I’ve gotta try that sloppy cunt. You fuck the virgin. He won’t be much of a virgin once we’re done with him. Let’s knock this faggot up! I wonder if we can get him pregnant.” We all laughed, and Brian moaned even louder, saying “pleeeeeease, fuuuuuuuuck me,” under his breath. Dean leaned over and slapped Brian’s face. “You want me to fuck you too, fagboy? You want this cock that’s covered in other men’s sperm?” “Yesssssssss. Fuck me. I’ve never felt anything so fucking amazing before. I’m SO fucking horny!" Jesse looked at me and smiled. We knew the T was talking now, and Brian was putty in our hands. Dean and Jack switched faggots and Jack moaned when he slid his cock up Adam’s gaping pussy. “Fuck dude. This faggot is so sloppy. I fucking love it. What a filthy whore. Maybe we can give him twins.” We laughed again and Garrett started to play with my hole more aggressively and whispered in my ear “You want my dick Daddy? You want your boy to fuck your pussy? You been a good Daddy? Do you deserve a nice thick load of boy jizz in your cunt?” I moaned and said “you think you’re up to it son?” And he got a shit eating grin on his face and said “fuck yeah, Daddy. I wanna breed you like the whore I know you are.” We’d just met and he knew me well. “Are you and Jack related?” He smiled and said “My brother and I discovered we were both pigs really young. We’ve been fucking since we were kids.” Now this was getting really interesting. Just then we heard the door open again, and another sexy young guy appeared at the door, wearing skimpy shorts, a jockstrap, a tank top and not much else. He was about 6’ tall and lanky with a beard, buzz cut and a nice tuft of hair on his chest showing through the tank top. You could see his pupils were missing in action. This boy was high as fuck and he moaned and said “fuck I’ve hit the fucking jackpot.” He immediately started to shuck his clothes as Jesse (who was orchestrating the whole scene) motioned him over and gave him a shotgun of thick white smoke. The new boy (who we soon found out was called Scott) immediately accepted the shotgun and dropped to his knees so he could suck Jesse’s huge cock all the way down his throat. Jesse grinned and looked over at me and then his eyes rolled into the back of his head as Scott engulfed his cock. He couldn’t be more than 20, but he was clearly a talented faggot cocksucker. Jesse held up his finger and I could see a nice big shard on the end of it, stuck in some lube. He leaned down and quickly slid his finger up Scott’s hole. A few seconds later the boy started to moan. “Thanks dude! Fuck that feels good” and he went back to impaling his mouth on Jesse’s cock. Things were getting interesting.

Jake reached down to work the boys soft prick and was reminded as seth whispered into his ear "no sweetie that wont work. Tina makes them soft as a feather and hungry as a horse" "tina?" Jake absently wondered if that was a drug the boy had been administered at some point. Whatever Seth did to him the first night they met made it practically impossible to resist surrendering his load. "Was Seth a doctor?" he naively pondered as he watched the teens dribbling cock bounce lazily against his moist abs. "you feel so good inside chris" Jake encouraged the boy. "can you give me a little squeeze?" Jake was now fully obsessed with the boys sucking cunt, eager to see him participate. Chris just nodded and Jake was rewarded with a powerful tug from the newly minted bottoms creamy hole. Weeks ago Jake hadnt so much as teased a bareback hole, now he was calmly feeding his thick rod into a boy who not hours ago belonged to a nice young lady. Chris was his now though, he thought. Seth peeled back Chris' foreskin and began tickling and teasing his sensitive glans as Mikey held his attention, stroking his thick cock inches from the boys lips as he continued to receive Jakes cock. "wow" Chris remarked as he reached up to grip the drooling prick. "isnt it pretty?" mikey offered the glistening cock with its shiny gauged metal piercing to the boy freely as Chris began to instinctively pump the fuck muscle, staring into its dribbling piss slit, and watching his pendulous balls swing. "arent big cocks nice Chris?" seth remarked. "yeah" chris moaned as precum flowed onto his chest. "taste me" mikey whispered as he pushed his hips forward and nudged the boys lips. instinctively Chris opened his mouth and slipped mikeys head inside, sucking its salty precum as he continued to fist the cock. "im goma gum" the boy mumbled around the head of mikeys cock as Seth lifted his hand away. It was important for chris to associate cumming with his hole, Just as mikey had, and he watched as Jake fucked a pleasant stream of warm cum out of his limp dick. "open" mikey panted, as he placed his thumb to the boys chin he watched as the boy willfully pumped gobs of his own poz seed into his waiting mouth until it began to overflow. "now swallow. good boy" mikey approvingly guided the boy through drinking a toxic load as he looked back up and smiled. "Chris I think Jake needs to cum" seth remarked. For all his mischief, Jake had to admit the corrupting little power bottom had a condescending habit of knowing just when he would cum. "do you wanna pull it out and shoot on Chris?" seth glanced at the boys reaction to the idea. "wait no dont do that" chris moaned. "why not chris? Jakes gotta cum somewhere" seth plied the young man as Jake edged closer to orgasm. "because it feels so good in my butt please just...keep going. can you cum in me?" chris bargained and seth smiled approvingly. "i dont know Jake, do you wanna cum in his hole?" seth continued his contemptuous questioning knowing Jake wasnt thinking about his poison prick except that he needed release. "Dont worry baby i wont pull it out, I'll cum in you" Jake reassured the pensive boy as Chris smiled in relief. "there we go, almost there now. Chris why dont you give his big cock a nice squeeze" Seth coaxed the boy as he smeared his cum around his chest. "oh yeah here..mmh" Chris grunted, as Jake began to pound harder. "let him know chris, tell him he can cum in your boypussy" seth instructed the dazed bottom. "c-cum in my pussy" chris grunted, flexing his tight hole once again. Seth grinned as he watched Jake slam home in the teen and he began to pant heavily. "there we go" seth whispered as he gently rubbed the boys stomach. "you did it chris! you made jakes cock cum in your boypussy." Seth congratulated the grinning young man on obediently participating in his own infection. "im POSITIVE jake likes your pussy a lot" seths words send Jake crashing back to earth as he watched the twitching pink mancunt instinctively continue milking. "thank you Jake, oh wow, this was amazing. Your dick is just..its really great" Chris panted, as the thick member slowly left his hungry gaping hole. "ya know, its only polite to clean that pretty cock after hes done Chris." "oh gosh im sorry" chris looked at seth. "what do i do?" he pleaded, worried his next actions might determine if Jake ever decided to fuck that amazing dick into his guts again. "here, nice and close. See all that cream on his dick? Lick it all up" seth instructed, as he carefully guided the wobbly boy to Jakes prick, and began instructing him on how to suck, Jake watched Chris slurp and gulp the poz cream and ass juice up.

As Jake resumed his normal routine he couldnt seem to stay focused. The reluctant weekend kept replaying in his mind, and despite his remorse for cheating he couldnt help but get hard every time he thought of Seths hot hole. Seth meanwhile kept good contact with his new toy, and the lewd photos he would text certainly werent helping Jake to forget just how good the bottoms sticky cunt felt. His boyfriend popped in for a night before returning to a long haul flight for the week, but Jake found for some reason his once eager fuckstick would fall limp the moment the condom rolled on. The frustrating evening turned into a mornings kiss and goodbye as his boyfriend hustled out of the dimly lit apartment to meet his flight, and Jake shuffled to the bathroom for some aspirin as he felt a cold coming on. "who gets sick in june" Jake muttered and as he gulped the little white pills down, his phone lit up. It was Seth. Jake swiped at the screen and mumbled a hello. "How we doin buddy? Sorry we havent hung out on a few days ive been super tied up at work." Seths ray-of-sunshine chipperness was infectious even over the phone. "ugh, i dunno man i feel like garbage today." Jake confessed. "im sorry baby. say! how about i drop in with some chicken noodle soup. That always does the trick for me." Seths enthusiasm seemed weird, but Jake accepted nonetheless. Maybe Seth was just...nice? he chucked the phone on the bed and plopped back down to sleep. "fuck the hole baby cream that tight little pussy" Seth whispered as he laid his phone on his shorts, pooled on the ground. The anon top in the ajacent stall was only happy to oblige, and continued pistoning in and out of the boy. As the birds chirped, and the din of lawn tools moaned in the background, Seths mystery mans low moan betrayed his orgasm and Seth sighed, feeling the plump cock kicking deep in his guts. Slipping off the tool and slurping it clean, he popped out of the stall and thanked the young park attendant for his jizz before heading cross town. Like a child on christmas morning, Seth was eager to enjoy his present and remembered Mikeys transition fondly. The newly minted bottom had just come down with a cold, when Seth rapped cheerfully at the door and offered a movie and a hot cup of tea for the sniffling bottom. Seth spent the whole night greedily eating and fingering Mikeys swolen cunt. working his heavy nuts back and forth in his palm, seth patiently urged the boy on to cum using just his ass as thick streams of fresh poz jiss poured gently from his dangling fuck meat. It wasnt until the next morning Mikey let the cat out of the bag, and let the boy know he was positive. by the next week, Mikey hardly remembered Seths confession as he pulled his cheeks apart for a thick puerto rican man in the bathroom of the gay dive bar up the road. "hee hoo!" seth chirped as he rapped at Jakes door. Jake appeared, topless in basketball shorts, and with the million dollar look of a man who just got pozzed. "mmh" Jake groaned, and waved the boy in to the couch. "I couldnt find chicken noodle soup" Seth confessed, "But! the ramen place is pretty good, so...ramen!" he beamed. As seth bent to set the bag down, Jakes cock twitched eagerly. The outlines of Seths jock framing his amazing ass perfectly through his sweatpants. "what the fuck" jake wondered, his hard aching cock clearly ready to fuck now when it was so uncooperative just last night. "i see someones excited to see me today" Seth mocked, as he ran his palm against Jakes straining member. "fuck dude we cant keep doing this" Jake groaned, as Seth slid his pants off revealing his luscious ass. "Sure we can! we can do it over and over! Remember what I said? when you need to fuck, you can fuck me, and your cock needs to fuck right now." Seth slipped Jakes hot thick meat from his shorts and spat on the tool, gliding his hand up and down and resting his head on Jakes shoulder. "I mean" Jake sighed "I need to get back to just being with my boyfriend okay? if he found out he would kill me" Jake pleaded. "Dont you worry about him. we're just having a bit of fun Jake its not like were married" Seth mocked, as he turned around to point Seths tool to his cummy hole. "just a little bit? just do the head. I promise I'll stop once youre gonna shoot." Seth encouraged, as jake huffed. "just this once and then we're done." Seth began feeding the head inside and grinned as Jake groaned. "isnt that better? See? Im just working the head a little. You feel really hard Jake, im sure that thick prick missed me." Seth continued gently rocking along Jakes bloated tool as Jake stared back at the devious bottoms well defined shoulders and back, down to the impossibly beautiful hole slurping at his cockhead. Jake slowly moved his hands to Seths hips, and slipped more of his cock inside. "There ya go" seth encouraged, "our little secret. keep going, dont fight it" Seth reassured over his shoulder as Jake groaned, having lost the battle he buried his cock to the hilt in the boys perfect sucking hole and began to thrust. "youre so beautiful when you fuck" Seth sighed, as he bounced in long strokes on boys new poz tool. Jake glanced at the bright red waistband of Seths jock. "whats that?" he panted. "Oh, I guess I should take these off since im gonna cum too." Seth slid off Jakes tool and stripped his jock off, revealing a small tattoo as Seth guided the dripping cock back into him and continued milking. "this" Jake touched Seths back at the point of the marking. "Oh, its a biohazard tattoo." Seth spun around on the pistoning fuck stick to face Jake. "it means Im positive" he stared into Jakes eyes, working his hips up and down, waiting for the dots to connect in Jakes mind until his expression changed to remorse. "oh dont pout Jake. I mean now we really are friends." seth smirked. "look at you. You cant resist it. this cock only fucks bareback boy pussy now and thats just what I want it to do." "My boyfriend" Jakes whole world was collapsing around him as his cock throbbed ever closer to orgasm. "Is not important Jake, whats important is your big juicy cock shoots perfect poz seed now. Its truly beautiful now." Seth smiled, continuing to milk his beautiful new fuckboy. "I mean i couldnt tell you about it before because that would spoil the big surprise but you did a great job. Remember all that cream you pumped into mikeys poz hole?" Seth continued breaking the boy down as he swirled his hips. "Remember giving all your cum to my hole?" Jake groaned as Seth placed his hands on the boys shoulders. "oh oh im cumming! thats right, cumming into MY little poz hole" Seth mockingly giggled as he stared into Jakes confused eyes. "And dont tell me you forgot that nice creamy treat in your hole. I mean you kept it inside all day didnt you? You didnt think about it at all and I've gotta say thats a damn tight hole you have, a real cumsucker." "I didnt-" Jake stammered as Seth hushed him, "And you wont. I just needed to make sure you had enough of ME inside to convert you." seth playfully slapped his toxic fuckmeat on Jakes abs. "like i said you dont take cocks jake, you take your nice big prick" Seth began twisting Jakes nipples as he inched closer to his ear. "and you breed your warm hiv positive cream up deep inside. You share it with pretty boys when I tell you to." Seth whispered, licking Jakes ear and eliciting a light moan. "now lets be nice and practice. I can feel you inside." Seth continued his ministrations "And I know when youre going to cum" Seth remarked flatly. "So lets push nice and deep and give me all that toxic cream" Seth soothed, as Jake inhaled sharply and just as promised, began to throb, breeding the malevolent boys thirsty cunt. "that a boy, see? was that so hard? You were made for this." Seth sighed as he carefully pumped his seed into his hand, his powerful hole milking and massaging Jakes tool. "no no, dont pull out" Seth scorned, as he raised his cum filled fist over his head and dribbled it into his mouth. Turning to Jake he gulped audibly and with a smile slid his gooey hand around Jakes balls. "I think we need to keep practicing" Seth laid his head on Jakes chest and continued softly working his nuts.

Browsing through some of the gay hook-up sites earlier I got a message from a hot guy. We talked a while and both of us seemed eager to meet... I was already starting to gather the standard trick supplies and sliding on a cock ring. Unfortunately, we had neglected to discuss where we would play and it turned out he couldn't play at his place. Just as my hopes were crashing around my feet, he messaged me asking how I felt about fucking in a public place. I asked him where he had in mind without letting on what he thought turned me on. He said that there was a restroom in a grocery store that never got used at night because the few employees who worked that all used the one near the break room. I knew the store he was talking about and realized that the restroom was located in the fast food dining room, which was closed at that hour but accessible. Better yet, it was the kind where the door locked even though it had a stall and a urinal inside. I agreed and he told me to go in first and that he would make sure it was clear and follow me in, but added that we would need to be quick about it. I let him know that was no problem with me and told him I would be there at 2am. I arrived as scheduled wearing sweatpants and a jock strap, figuring that would be easy access, and spotted him as I walked in. We only made eye contact, then I walked quickly to the restroom before any employees noticed me coming in. Once inside I quickly squeezed some Wet on my fingers and reached back to lube my ass. In no time I heard the door open and turned to see it was him. He just said hi and locked the door behind him while undoing his pants. "Suck my cock a little," he said, pulling out an average, but nice-sized uncut cock. I hit my knees and wrapped my mouth around it, licking underneath his foreskin and sucking him to erection. I immediately noticed that his cock drooled precum by the buckets, which really turns me on. I love the taste of a guys precum. Soon his rod was hard as stone and jutting out firmly in front of him with a nice upwards bend. "Lean over the sink for me," he ordered and once again I complied. I pushed my sweats to my ankles and leaned forward over the sink counter to offer him my bare ass. "Nice," he commented appreciatively as I felt his hand against my butt guiding his penis between my cheeks. He milked his shaft and swirled his cock head around in a circle, sliming my puckered hole with the natural lubricant. It felt so fucking good that I moaned and flexed my hole open against his dick. He pushed about half of his dick inside me, then barely pulled back an inch. Realizing I was lubed enough and ready he fed the rest of himself inside my hungry ass all at once. I braced myself against the counter as he took hold of my hip bones and started long dicking me from behind. He was fucking me good for a few minutes when I started to try to tighten my ass on him, but he told me to stop, saying that when he barebacks a bottom he likes to feel a nice loose and sloppy ass. Hearing him talk about it totally got me hot and I relaxed my hole as much as possible. I guess he did like that, because he started to fuck me harder, pulling cock completely out of my gaping asshole and slamming it back in. Suddenly, he warned me, "I'm about to nut up inside you!" He didn't wait for approval, and emptying his seed in my guts, still pounding my ass, but keeping his cock fully inside me the whole time. When he was done, he slid out of me and before I could turn around he bent down, spread my ass open and licked the cum that was leaking out all over my anus with broad swipes of his tongue. I returned the favor and got down to suck his cock clean. We got zipped up and I left first while he stayed behind to piss. I got home and sent him an email saying I enjoyed it and to let me know next time he wanted to get his rocks off.

I was in college the first time I experienced POZ cock, or rather I saw a guy, my boyfriend, taking POZ cock. I was more of a top, and my boyfriend Bobby was more of a bottom, but we changed it up every so often to keep things exciting. We tried flipping, but it got boring after a while. He had a hard time keeping it hard enough to top me. Ugh... And of course, we fucked bare. We talked about adding a third guy to our relationship, but didn't want to complicate things. I didn't want him to start to stray, secretly, however, the thought of seeing another guy fuck him got me hard. Anyhow, we needed some sort of an outlet to get our rocks off. I was in the campus library one night, and yes, maybe I was looking for the rumored glory hole in the basement, you know, out of curiosity more than anything. Anyway, I stood at the urinal, stroking my cock a bit, and waited. After a few minutes, I gave up. I let my stiffy go down enough to piss and headed out. Across the hall from the bathroom was a bulletin board. I gazed at a few postings absent-mindedly and one jumped out at me: GET OFF ON PHOTOGRAPHING HOT GUYS WITH EACH OTHER? JOIN OUR NAUGHTY GAY FUCK PHOTO CLUB EMAIL YOUR PICS TO ******@******.COM FOR AN INVITE Sweet. I snapped a photo of the address with my phone and headed home with a smile on my face and a semi-hard dick in my pants. Bobby and I thought it would be just what we needed. We didn't need to cheat to get off on watching other guys mess around. We set up my phone on my desk with an auto-timer and took some playful photos of us on my bed, with undies pulled down to show pubes but no dick, and some that sort of showed our faces, but not really. We got so hot “posing” that he was able to get it hard enough to fuck me senseless! It wasn't until he pulled out of my cummy hole that I realized that we had left the auto-timer running, and it was all captured in pics! We sent some of the more playful photos and one or two nude fuck pics, that didn't show our faces, to the email address. Within minutes, we had an invite for a photo session that weekend. We arrived at the address on Saturday night, right on time. The building looked like a frat house. We rang the bell, holding hands and grinning ear to ear. A cute guy in his mid-20s opened the door and invited us in. He showed us where to stow our clothes, if we wanted, and then led us into the living room, which had been converted into a photo studio, complete with professional lighting equipment. There was a platform in the middle of the room about waist high and a mattress. Our host told us that the group met every other weekend and usually two of the members would have pose in front of everyone and the other members would take photos, sometimes close-ups, sometimes showing faces, but only if the guys “posing” were comfortable with that. Some of the couples would simulate penetration, and some would really have sex. There were condoms available, but some of the guys preferred it bare. Bobby made a joke that he was SURE everyone preferred it bare. Our host mentioned most of the couples “posing” were boyfriends, but a few were single guys who were interested in the “art” of it, or just getting their rocks off. He also mentioned everything that happened would be fun and consensual. No one would pressure us to do anything we weren't comfortable with, and we had to do the same. No pressure. Period. Finally he said we were welcome to take as many photos as we liked, and even strip down and jerk off if we wanted, but no group action, again, unless everyone was comfortable with that. I could tell by the way his cargo shorts were swelling, he was getting hard just describing the rules to us. We relaxed and shared a beer. The doorbell rang, and he excused himself to answer the door. Most of the rest of the group had arrived at once. Our “models” for the evening would be a cute couple, Ryan and Kevin, who liked to “pose” as much as they liked to take photos. There were six other guys there, all with really nice-looking digital cameras hanging around their necks. As hot as they were, I was a bit surprised at how chill everyone was. The “models” were both sort of twinky with smooth relatively-hairless tight bodies. Ryan and Kevin undressed each other, pausing every few seconds for the guys to snap a few pics. They stripped down to matching black jockstraps. Two guys had unzipped and started to jerk off as Ryan and Kevin sucked each other's dick. Kevin ate out Ryan's hole as guys leaned in to take photos. I was totally hard as Kevin lined-up his bare cock and edged it into Ryan's slippery hole. Bobby was fascinated. He leaned in very close and Kevin pulled out so just the head of his cock was in Kevin's ass. Kevin moaned as Bobby leaned in so close for a photo that his hands brushed Kevin's sticky cock. The guys rearranged into a few more positions as the rest of the group snapped away. The sexual energy in the room was palpable, but everyone really did stay calm. I found myself so mesmerized that I was forgetting to take photos. I knew Kevin was close. He pulled out and spread Ryan's asscheeks apart, then flipped him over onto his back and slid his bare cock all the way in. Bobby and I were so close as we snapped photos that we could see the cum pulsing through Kevin's dick. He eventually slid his softening cock out of Ryan's ass. Ryan pulled apart his cheeks to show Kevin's load oozing out. The frat boy host, who had been “professional” the whole time, leaned in for some creampie close-ups. He got closer and closer. “May I?” he asked. “Be my guest” said Ryan as his hole winked. The frat boy stuck out his tongue and took a swipe at Ryan's ass, covering his tongue with Kevin's load. He swallowed it down. Then, like nothing had happened, the guys toweled off and we all went into another room where there was a computer bank set up. All of the guys uploaded their photos into a folder and the frat boy emailed a link to us all so we could download them. We shook hands and left. On the way home Bobby went on and on about how sexy it was to fuck in front of strangers, and to have the whole thing captured on film! He was seemed as impressed by the models fucking raw as he was by the two guys who were comfortable enough to jerk off, noting that one of them had a massive cock! When we got home, we were both so horny. We downloaded the photos immediately and started to fool around. We fucked each other twice that night as the photos cycled through on the screen. He asked if I wanted to “pose” and I said, “HELL YES!!!” We emailed the frat boy and told him we would like to model for the group. He said they had models scheduled already for the next few sessions, but we would be able to pose at the end of the next month. Score! Two weeks later came around and we were promptly on time back at the house. The models this week were two single guys, the two guys who had jerked off at the last session. Joe was tall and beefy, like a football player. The other guy, Tom, was skinnier, but still solidly built, looking sort of like he had lost weight recently. He was the one who had the huge dick, frankly one of the biggest I'd ever seen. His skinniness made his cock look even bigger. They started stripping each other down down, pausing here and there for photos. The rest of the guys were clearly turned on, but remained “professional.” The frat guy whispered to me and Bobby that they had been flirting for a while and this was their first time together. Joe and Tom got down to their underwear and they started pulling it down to reveal each other's pubes, again pausing for shots. Eventually, they were 69ing, still going at it, but slowly, no doubt for our benefit, I'm sure. Tom was sucking Joe for real, but Joe never put Tom's dick in his mouth, only pretending to blow him as the guys snapped away. Tom started working his fingers into Joe's hole and Joe started squirming. “I know we talked about this, but maybe it would be okay, if we fuck safe.” Tom looked uncomfortable when he realized that Joe wanted to get fucked. “Dude. I'm not into latex. Can I bareback you?” Joe said that he wasn't into that and sort of freaked out. They decided to continue with the sessions, but only posing like they were fucking each other. Joe bent over and grabbed his ankles as Tom rimmed his hole and then lined up his bare cock like he was going to put it in. Tom was so turned on that his hard cock was drooling precum. He worked his wet cock over Joe's crack, pausing every so often for photos. Joe seemed to be struggling. It was obvious that he wanted Tom's cock, but he wouldn't allow himself to go for it. Tom worked a few fingers into Joe's ass as the rest of the guys kept shooting. He aligned his cock with Joe's ass again, this time putting the purple head of his bare dick right on Joe's ass, working it up and down. From the right angle, it would have totally looked like they were fucking. Globs of Tom's precum poured down onto Joe's ass and into his open hole. “You okay with me dripping in you?” “NO! That's not what we talked about. You're POZ man. I'm fine with a condom, but I don't want your cum in me!” He grabbed his clothes and stormed off in a huff. Everyone stood around for a few seconds and then started to pack up his stuff. The frat guy calmed the situation down as Tom sat there with his erection going down. He approached us as asked, since we were the last ones to be so excited about posing. I had assumed that he meant for me and Bobby to pose instead, but Bobby must have thought differently. He winked at me and leapt onto the mattress, next to Tom. Bobby started tearing his clothes off, eyes locked with Tom. He was reaching out for his massive cock. The frat guy leaned in and spoke lowly about the rules. Only consensual stuff. No pressure, and simulated sex was okay. Bobby was staring at Tom, and his massive POZ cock that I'm not sure he heard anything at all. Bobby leaned forward and locked mouths with Tom in an intense kiss as they reached for each other's cock.... To be continued

8. Clouds Roll In The next morning, James was woken by his phone buzzing. It was Tim. "We're starting around 7:00PM. Just bring yourself tonight." He followed up by an address. James roused himself from bed, and went to the gym. He took a quick detour to a nearby drug store to pick up the prescription that Tiago had called in the night before. He took one of the oblong blue pills right before his work out. He wondered if it had any effect on the workout, because it was a really good one. He had never felt quite so strong or invulnerable, and for the entire ninety minutes, he was able to push himself harder than ever before. Afterwards, he took a shower, and went back to his studio. Luckily, the superintendent was no where to be seen. His throat was still a bit sore from what had happened with Josh and Tiago the previous day, and James knew the super would notice how hoarse he was. He spent the afternoon reading, before getting ready for Tim's party. James wondered if he'd be able to play around with Tim afterwards. Or maybe it was one of those parties where they would be naked within minutes of walking in the door. But that was porn, not real life. Nevertheless, he cleaned himself carefully. Tim lived far enough away that James took an Uber there. He was conscious of the expense; next time, he promised himself, he would walk there. Or maybe bike. Even arriving nearly twenty minutes late, he was still the first person to arrive. Tim was wearing a tank-top and a pair of shorts. The two hugged and kissed at the door, before Tim invited him in. James noticed a flash of black and skin as Tim turned, and realized that the man was wearing a jock strap under his shorts. James directed him into the large living room. It flowed smoothly into a dining room, where a sturdy wooden table stood. The kitchen was right behind, a careful study in contrasts between old and new. "Something to drink? Some juice or something?" "Sure," James said. He sat down on the sofa, and noticed a bong on the coffee table. It was a unique style, almost like a piece of laboratory glassware than the colorful ones James had seen the stoners in high school use. "What's this?" "Oh. It's going to be a cloudy party tonight. You ever done tina before?" "No," James said. "Just smoked some weed. It was cool." "You're going to love this," Tim said. He came over with two glasses of orange juice. "I spiked it a bit, about a ml, hope that's cool." "Oh sure," James said. He had been studying the bong carefully; rather than a familiar bowl to pack, it has a glass sphere with a white-clear crystal at the base. He tossed back the orange juice. It had a weird taste, but he thought it was just a weird alcohol. "Here," Tim said. "Let me show you how to do it." He took the bong and a lighter. The lighter had a brilliant blue flame, and the glass sphere quickly filled with a thick white smoke. Tim inhaled deeply, several times. Then he leaned in to Tim, kissed him, and exhaled the thick cloud. "Fuck," he moaned, as the two men made out. "Wow," James said, as he exhaled the cloud. The feeling was a bit more intense than the weed, and it was a really good feeling. Already, he wanted more. "Can I try another hit?" There was a hunger in James's voice. "Sure." Tim said. He had heard that hunger before, in the most chemically dependent addicts. James had no idea, but he was already an addict. It would take a while, months, maybe years, before it became obvious, and still longer before it was a problem. Nevertheless, Tim resolved to do his utmost to enable James's addiction. "Let me show you how," he said. He showed James how to hold the lighter, and what to look for as the bulb filled with the white clouds. The boy inhaled the thick smoke, holding it in his powerful lungs. "Now, give me the blow-back." James exhaled his hit into Tim's mouth. Even by Tim's standards, it was a monster hit. They swapped it back and forth several times, before finally exhaling. "Fuck," James said. "Do another one," Tim offered. As James sucked down the clouds, Tim stretched out, and ran his hand along his groin. His cock was starting to get hard. "It always makes me super horny," he said. James stared at the bulge in Tim's shorts. He nodded in agreement, as he continued to suck on the glass pipe. The two men shared the smoke again as their tongues explored each other's mouth. "Fucking horned up," he said. "My friends won't be here for a bit," Tim said. "Let's go into the bedroom." "Yeah! Can we take the bong?" Only three hits in, and the boy was thinking like a long-time tweaker. "Lose the clothes, take the bong," Tim said. James stripped down quickly, pulling off his t-shirt and shorts, then shedding his underwear. Like Tim, his cock was already semi-hard. "That way," Tim said, pointing to the bedroom. The bedroom had soft lights, and Tim had already set out some poppers and lube. "Do another one," Tim said. "My turn to get naked." He pulled off his tank-top and shorts, then pushed his jockstrap down. "Hold it," he said, as James tried to shotgun the hit. He took the bong and did two more large hits. "Fuck, that feels good," Tim said, exhaling his third consecutive hit. He put the bong down, and pushed James onto the bed. The young man landed on his back, his legs spreading instinctively. Tim crawled between James's legs, his cock instinctively seeking out the young man's inexperienced hole. "I want to be inside you." "Fuck me," James moaned. He reached down and grabbed his cock. It had been hard just seconds ago, but now it was soft. Nevertheless, he jerked on it. "Just fuck me hard." "You ready?" James's head nodded vigorously. "Want it raw?" "Stop teasing me. Fuck me," James begged. Tim rubbed some lube on James's hole, then held a bottle of poppers under the young man's nose. "Give it to me." Tim pushed his raw dick into James's hole. The young man grunted, but made no effort to push him off. "Please," James moaned, "all the way inside me." Tim slid in, and James's hungry hole took all nine inches of Tim's shaft. "You're so fucking big," James moaned. He also wrapped his legs around Tim, making sure the well-hung man couldn't pull his cock back out. "So hot. So fucking deep." "Make me your boy," James moaned. "Mark me." James had seen movies with older Daddies and younger boys. They suddenly seemed incredibly hot, when the thought about Tim as his Daddy. "Fuck yeah boy. You want to be daddy's little fuck hole?" The tina was hitting both of them, releasing long-held inhibitions. James grabbed Tim harder, loving how the bearded top was fucking his hole. "Fuck me Daddy. Cum in me Daddy. Make me your boy." He kept on repeating it nonsensically, until he suddenly realized it was no longer just him and Tim. Standing in the door, stroking his hard, uncut cock, was Tiago. "I see you boys wasted no time getting started," he said.

Part IV I was flat on my back next to my boyfriend, with a POZ loads dripping out of both of our assholes. Bobby leaned over to kiss me and wormed his fingers between my asscheeks, working Tom's seed in and out. He whispered in my ear, “You alright with this? We can leave now if you want.” As I caught my breath, I couldn't help but think that I wanted more. Once my hole had been opened up, I knew I needed more. To my right, Kevin was fingering his own cummy hole. He swiped his fingers over my ass and took some of Tom's seed to squish into his own ass. As we lay in a sticky pile, two of the photographers still taking photos applauded us and started looking at their cameras to see what they had got. Tom went over to his clothes and fished out his phone. He snapped a pic of the three of us cumwhores and texted it to a few friends with an invite saying “CUM JOIN THE POZ PHOTOSHOOT” He got a few answers back saying that they were on their way. While we waited, we joked around and went into the other room to look at the pics. There were some great closeups of dicks covered in spooge and holes leaking cum. They were hot, but the ones that really got me going showed little more than a tangle of arms, faces stuffed with cock, and feet on shoulders. A total free-for-all. No one caring whose loads they were taking. We were surprised when Joe reappeared. I had thought he left when he rejected Tom's bare POZ cock. Turns out that he had been lurking in the shadows the whole time and had wanked out two loads watching our orgy, and now he wanted in. “I'll take it bare, but only from you NEG guys.” “Yeah right,” chuckled our frat boy host. “We'll see how long that lasts!” The frat boy reminded us that Tom's friends were on their way over and we might break the record tonight. With me, Bobby, and Kevin having POZ seed in our holes, we needed three more bottoms if we wanted to tie and four if we wanted to break the record. Ryan said he thought it might be fun to bottom for once. That made four. The photographer who had face-fucked Bobby said he was up for some POZ seed. So we got to five. The photographer told Bobby his name, Brian, and they shook hands. It cracked me up to see this guy introducing himself to a dude whose belly was full of his cum. Within a few minutes, some of Tom's POZ buds arrived. Liam and David were a couple, pumped up, POZ, and proud. They were on their way home from the gym when they got Tom's text, so they were both ripe and sweaty. David was well over six foot tall, olive skinned, and ripped. I'm sure his meds mixed with some steroids to create his taught tight look. Liam was about 5'6, and ripped. He had a greying goatee that set off his greying red hair in a sexy way. “What do we have here?” David asked. Tom explained that we were going for a record-breaking evening of POZZING, all to be captured on film. They started stripping down, revealing matching tribal biohazard symbol tatts on their right pecs. Bobby started nibbling on David's nipples as I started in on Liam. Ryan and Kevin pulled their shorts down and began deepthroating their cocks. I felt almost high as I tongued Liam's sweaty pits. Just then, the front door opened, and a guy from one of my classes walked in. Henry was the all-American ideal. He looked like he should have been on a poster for the Marines, and here he was at a POZ photoshoot. I could tell our frat boy host was drooling. Henry stripped off his clothes and joined the fray. Liam and David organized us all in a line, all on our knees with our faces pressed into the cummy sweaty mattress. Bobby was first, then me, then Ryan and Kevin, and lastly, Brian. “Five piggy bottoms is impressive, but not record-breaking,” hinted the frat boy host, trying to convince Joe to join in. He shook his head and said that he would let the frat boy fuck him bare, but not the POZ studs. “On your knees,” the frat boy ordered, and Joe joined us. Liam, David, Henry, and Tom went in order behind each of us, loosening our holes and opening us up one by one. Liam stuck his tongue far up my ass as he spread my cheeks, and was then replaced by David's muscular long fingers. Joe let the POZ guys finger and eat his ass, but he drew the line when Henry started working his drooling cock over his crack. “Just tongue, man. I'm not ready for the bug,” he protested. Liam laughed and shoved three fingers up his hole. The four tops lined up behind us. David started fucking Ryan, and Tom sunk his dick into Kevin's ass. Henry lined up behind me and worked his thick cock slowly into my hole as Tom began fucking Bobby again. The frat boy slammed into Joe's ass so quickly that Joe started half-screaming / half moaning. Five holes getting plowed at once, and Brian fingering his ass waiting for his turn. All I could hear was panting and groaning mixed with anonymous voices, “You like that?”, “Fuck yeah, bro. Take that cock!” , “You want my seed, man?”. I've never felt such freedom and such pleasure. The frat boy raised is voice above the others. “Alright everyone. Switch!” Henry pulled out of my ass and moved onto Bobby as Tom slipped easily into my stretched-out hole. I could hear Joe whining, “No man. Just you. I'm not getting POZZED tonight!” “Alright man. I'll keep fucking you as long as you can take it!” So everyone got a fresh POZ dick in their holes, except for Joe, and now Ryan waited his turn. We switched tops until they had all fucked each bottom twice, and the frat boy kept pounding Brian's ass the whole time. The frat boy was the first to cum, and shouted, “Take that NEG seed, you fucker! Take my load!!!” Brian was so exhausted that he seemed to have passed out. Before anyone else could cum, the frat boy threw up his hands. “We could play this two ways guys. If I let one or more of you POZ dudes cream my hole, we'll tie the record. If one of you wants to fuck Brian's cummy hole, we'll break the record. Who's in?” The frat boy laid down on his back and pulled his knees up to his chest. Henry leapt over to him and started eating his hole. David picked the frat boy up and laid down underneath him, sliding easily into his ass. Liam climbed on top of the pile and slid his sticky cock alongside his partner's. Henry shoved his dick in the frat boy's mouth. Watching our NEG host become the center of action was so hot that I almost missed seeing Tom mount Brian's upturned passed-out ass. He jackrabbited away as the three POZ dudes practically raped the frat boy. I diddled my hole watching the action. Ryan and Kevin were making out hardcore as Bobby and Brian slurped on both of their cocks. I picked up someone's camera and shot away, getting closeups of the frat boy's ass straining to contain both POZ cocks. I snapped some great ones of Joe finally taking Tom's cock, which he had fought not to take even though he wanted it. Liam and David creamed the frat boy's ass within seconds of each other, just as Tom's thrusts slowed down and he unloaded deep in Joe's ass. Henry shot his wad all over the frat boy tangle. Tongues lashed as we all made out with each other, fingering our gooey holes into our newfound friends' holes. We caught our breath as Tom held a bottle of poppers under Joe's nose, which revived him quickly. “What the hell happened?” The frat boy responded as Tom cradled Joe. “Let's just say we broke our record, dude.” The End. I invite you guys to write the next chapters if you like!

Poz undetectable is of course, the least risky. Have there been any studies on what is the safest, least risky maximum VL that you can take? I read somewhere on here, that a VL as low as 380 is risky. Anyone have other numbers? I realize that everyone is different, but I was just wondering. Thanks

It would be nice to start all of this to say I had no idea when I entered the Bathhouse what Bug chasing and Neg/Poz sex was about. That would make all of this look innocent.That I had no idea what might happen and that I was forced into this against my will, almost. That would be a total lie though. Do you notice how many stories and porn stories with pozzing as it’s main subject , always have a guy slightly unwilling, naive or duped into becoming a poz slut? That was not me . I was no victim. I wanted that poz cum in me when I went into the bathhouse. I selected that bathhouse because the reviews had mentioned lots of shady men and bareback sex. More than one review mentioned guys with veins popping out and breeding going on. It was a magnet to me. The moment I saw a comment, that some guy had got pozzed there, I knew I had to go. Like a moth to the fucking flame, I was at the door of the bathhouse to get fucked poz This night I walked into the small bathhouse with purpose. I had seen an ad , an ad for a guy to be pozzed and like the voyeur and slut I was, I had to see, I had to go .I barely noticed the guy who smiled as I gave him my money , when I walked in. I asked where the Steamroom was , he replied . I walked to the lockers and I quickly undressed and wrapped a towel around me. The Steamroom was downstairs. I ignored everything else and tried to find it That is where the young guy in the Bareback Ad online had said he would be. He wanted to be Poz. The ad had 14 replies. At least 5 fully poz guys with no medication answered. The bottom was 19 and you could tell many guys would go just because he was young. I went because I knew one of the guys going. He wasn’t poz and he had fucked me before, but he was hot and so the young guy had readily accepted the request and told him when and where it was happening . The same bathhouse , with the same reputation and here I was outside the Steamroom. I put my towel on the hook outside the room. There were only about 4 other towels on hooks. I walked in. The first thing I noticed was not being able to see .It took a moment for my eyes to adjust and even then all I could see was shadows . What was surprising or really not ,was how few shadows there were and how none of the shadows seemed to be engaged in anything resembling sex. Before I could sit down on a bench, I saw a shadow lurch towards me. It was my fuckbud . In an angry whisper he said to me “ I knew it was you. That fucking stuck up slut never came. He bailed. They nearly always do. “ with that he walked out. Silence, darkness and heat and what was I clutching, oh yeah the poppers. I sat down. Part of me knew he wouldn’t turn up. It was all too much of a fantasy and what was I hoping anyway? To watch him be pozzed . Why never me ? I was thinking of all of this when I noticed a sudden movement near me. One of the shadows started moving towards another shadow and started speaking. “Well fuck it , if I am not going to gift someone I am going to the pub.” The guy he was talking to laughed. “ These fucking flakes, you know it is all just bullshit” then it happened. I don’t know if it was poppers or fear or darkness or that I was desperate ,but I heard myself speak. It was so lacking in confidence , but it was me, there was no doubt. “I am Neg. I would love to be charged Poz.” There was silence. I had no idea how many people were in the Steamroom. Including me , maybe 5? Silence . Nothing. Then one of the voices spoke. “You want my Poz seed?” “Fuck yeah “ I replied. Out of darkness I felt a hand. It lightly brushed my cock, then I felt myself being lifted up as the hand went under my balls and started to search my ass. “Fuck yeah ,Poz him “ someone said out of the darkness. I was both terrified and exhilarated. Out of the steam the shape of a fat cock came into view and my mouth opened as the hand beneath my balls started to lift me up, still searching my ass. I knew i was about to be lost . I grabbed the poppers and held it against my nose and sniffed hard. At that moment someone grabbed me and took the poppers out of my hand and while I tried to get them back started to turn me around towards the wall. I could hear myself breathing , talking to myself “ Fuck what are you doing ? “ I said to myself . “Don’t stop relax you want this ,”the other part of me said. Then my voice came out again “Poz my Neg ass” There were groans . I could hear people jerking off and then suddenly I saw a small man with a crix belly . He had a big fat cock. He had veins out everywhere that I could see. He had the “look”. Now it was my turn to groan. He came close to my ear and loudly whispered “ I was going to ask if you were sure” He said , “ but we both know you are.. slut “ He disappeared behind . I felt someone spread my legs . I couldn’t tell who. Suddenly as out of nowhere I felt my bottle of poppers against my nose. I sniffed it in hard, as it was taken away again .I relaxed and lent back, but started to feel a dick start to probe my ass. I panicked. Had I even lube up there?. But then I could feel the cold distinct feeling of lube being rubbed in my ass. Just as I felt this I felt a guy’s cock behind push into me hard. I groaned hard. I almost panted. I could hear groans around the room and the loud sounds of wanking. I was terrified and in heat. I hoped and feared it was the crix guy behind me,but both of us were panting and the pain and the pleasure kept up . My moaning was becoming loud, like some bitch in heat I was. Someone opened the Steamroom door and closed it. The heat started become hard to bear. Still I was bent towards the wall. The shadows seemed closer, the groans and the jerking. Someone groaned loudly and came on the floor. This made everyone louder. I was lost. “Make me pregnant” I yelled. “Charge me “ The door kept opening and closing . There was a loud groan and suddenly stillness behind me. “ You got my babies mate” and he laughed. At that there was a loud groan of “Fuck yeah” . I thought it was from some other guy, but it was me. A dick left, another one replaced it . I was being converted.i loved it The guy with Crix came up beside me again. “Tonight your going to be fucked up. “Please fuck me “i yelled . “ I already made you pregnant mate. The guy fucking you now is the guy who let you in and he has never taken meds. You will be truly fucked up by the end of this.” I don’t know how long I was there. I don’t know how many loads I had. Eventually I ended up at the showers. Everyone I passed smiled. Others would smile and pat me on the butt. I was humiliated. I was in heat . I could still feel cum inside me. It was still going down my leg .I went upstairs and dressed. As I went to the front door dressed ,the guy who let me in smiled. “Do you need a water. You must be dehydrated .”He handed me a bottle. I offered to pay . “ Are you kidding , after the floor show you put on tonight. Everyone should be buying you drinks” . I looked him over. He didn’t have the look . He smiled and almost blushed. “ Hey bud don’t worry I have it and you have well and truly been infected” . It was my turn to blush. “ I um.. “ I managed to stammer. The guy had a broad smile on him. “ I may not be obvious, but you are. As soon as you walked in I thought yep he wants the bug. When your friend left he was pissed because the 19 year old wasn’t there. He told me that at least you would be pozzed tonight. I mean that is how it always happens”. I was abit confused. He looked me in the eye and said “ There is no 19 year old begging to be pozzed that has an ad out to meet at this place. I place it, every couple of weeks , a different one. Sometimes they are 25, sometimes 30. Always hot. Always desperate to be pozzed.” “But why ?“ I stammered out “ Because it drums up business. People always come. The Tuesday night used to be dead. Now we have people crawling all over the place. The 19 year old may not be here, but someone always leaves converted. Someone always leaves with the Gift. Tonight that guy is you.” My legs felt weak, but I could feel my dick get stiff. “ In a couple of weeks hopefully you will take “ he said. “ The next time I put out an ad for a hot 27 year old you can be there and help convert a newbie . Someone like you . But if you don’t convert you can be that newbie. Can I sign you up for a membership for this bathhouse?” “Sold” I yelled too quickly. “ I want to be a member “. He smiled “ This week you are the newest member”

Just got back from the hottest scene I've experienced this year. In any other year I'd still write about it, but it would be competing with some pretty amazing anonymous group sessions. Got a message from a guy on Grindr this morning. I was working, so we agreed I'd meet him around 4 pm. Of course, right there I figured he'd be offline and incommunicado when I was ready, but he stayed in touch throughout the day. Told me he had lube and poppers, all I needed to do was to bring my fat ass over for him to breed. So, I started prepping around 3, doing occasional douches to make sure all was clear by the time I left. Promptly at 4, I signed off my laptop and headed for the door. I had very specific instructions: Walk in the unlocked front door and follow the music to the bedroom. Strip, assume the ass up position, and message him on Grindr that I was ready. When I arrived at the house, the front door was ajar. I walked through to the back and found the bedroom where the music was playing. The door to the room next to it was closed, and I knew that's where he was waiting. I stripped and placed my clothes on the bed, where I could see them at all times. Then I climbed on the bed - he had even put down a towel - and sent him the message. "I'm ready." I heard the door of the neighboring room open even over the sound of the music. In no time his hands were exploring every inch - and there are a lot, lol - of my ass. I heard the click of a lube bottle, and as the fingers began probing my fuckhole, he threw a bottle of poppers onto the bed next to me. I took off the cap and inhaled mightily as I felt the tip of his still-soft cock against my hole. Like the greedy cum dump it is, my hole opened to welcome the advance. Before long, the head popped in, then out, then in again. I could tell he was getting stiffer with each thrust, and before I knew it, he was sliding into me balls-deep. I was looking for something quick, but I also wanted to enjoy myself, and he took his time. I kept hitting the brown bottle, savoring the sensation as he plunged in and out of my ass. Each time I thought he was going to fill me with cum, he slowed down and bided his time. He lasted the perfect amount of time. I was just beginning to feel like I needed to leave when he grabbed my hips and thrust deep. I squeezed my sphincter but didn't feel his cock spasming, so I wasn't sure he had cum. He collapsed on my back, then stood again, withdrew his cock, and I heard the door to the other room click shut again. I stood to get dressed, and that's when I realized that my hole is not as tight as it once was. As I bent to pull on my underwear and shorts, I felt a gush of cum dribble out of my ass and into my clothes. In a hurry to get going, I did up my shorts anyway and headed for the door. Once home, I made a beeline for the bathroom. My underwear was an unholy mess of white, but it hadn't seeped through my shorts. It was so hot to think this complete stranger blew a huge load in me, and I never saw his face. I sent him a message that I had a great time, and he messaged back that he did, too. Looking forward to the next time he shows up on Grindr. Maybe we can make that a regular thing!

I was snooping around in my brothers room while he was out with his friends. I have always had the hots for my brother ever since I knew I was gay at 16. I was looking to see if I could find any cum used items from any jerk off sessions so I could get a taste of his jiz. I couldn't find any clothes with cum stains but I knew the smell of cum when I was around it so I knew there was something close that had cum on it. I could smell it a bit more when I got to his nightstand and there I saw it. There was a used condom full of cum sitting in the bottom of his waste basket with a knot tied so none of it gets out. I was so shocked and happy to see my prize I quickly grabbed the condom and practically ran into my bedroom. I stripped my clothes off licked my fingers and started to play with my hole. I decided since it was in a perfect container to fuck my ass with my bro's condom instead of just drinking it up. I laid a towel on my bed so I wouldn't get my sheets dirty and started to push in the head of the condom into my hole. I pushed and pulled it imagining that it was him and instead of a condom that he was fucking me with his raw powerful cock ready to give me his load. I laid there for a while with my cock rock solid this whole time and I was ready for more to happen. I grabbed the vibrator I keep hidden under my bed and pushed it up against the condom in my ass and turned it on to it's max speed. I left it there and started to stroke my aching cock with one hand and started to tweak my nipples with the others. Ever so often I shifted from my nipples to pushing in my vibrator still imagining that my brother was that was shoving his cock in me. I was always the geeky kid brother that was always in the world of books and fantasy so I never really got out to do anything else and I always looked up to my brother. He was the school star with him being the captain of all the major physical sports so needless to say he had an amazing body. He was 21 now and went on to be a model for any and all magazines that specialized in physical well being and tips for workouts. My body was nothing compared to his. He let me use his weights that we had in the garage but I only did enough to keep myself lean and not really muscular. I helped him out when he was working out by spotting for him and helping him get his shakes and vitamins. We always were in the home gym naked when our parents weren't him, he said he always feels better working out in as little clothes as possible and I just enjoyed a chance to see him naked and he never said anything about me when I got hard in front of him just passing it as a guy thing. After he was done we both would go and sit in the sauna that we had at the back of our home gym and I would always be on the verge of cumming every time we were in there and I saw him all shiny with sweat. The only mystery I didn't know was why did he have a Tattoo on his inner thigh and what it meant but I would never be brave enough to ask him. As I returned to the moment I was in such a sex haze that I didn't here the front door open. I kept pumping my vibrator in harder and harder. I knew I was getting close to cumming and I sparked an Idea at the right moment. I pulled out the condom quickly and bit the tip of it the condom hard breaking the rubber and being rewarded with the sweet taste my my bros cum before shoving the rest of it back into my hole. Knowing now that I was pushing my bros load deep int my ass sent me over the edge and I came all over myself. I have never cummed so much and so strongly before. I hit myself in the face as well as my chest and stomach and then it finally settled down and covered my balls in what was left of my load. I layed there panting hard and once I recovered from seeing stars I started to look up and was in a huge shock to see Brandon standing there with his friends Josh and Alex watching me so intently. I didn't know what to say or do but Brandon looked at me all over and saw what was in my ass and asked me if that was the condom from his room. I couldn't find my voice so all I could do was nod my head. Josh and Alex looked at me then each other and then Brandon and back at me saying "well looks like we have a surprise member to the club and it is all thanks to Brandon." I didn't understand what they meant and all three of them pulled down their pants and boxers to show me that they all had matching tattoos like Brandon did and in the same place.

The numbers change as better information is available, but the last I remember reading is that under 20 is considered "undetectable". (20 is the margin of error for the machines estimating viral load.) A VL of 50 is considered "non-transmittable". From there, risk increases as VL increases. A VL of 1,500 is considered "infectious". Also, keep in mind that viral load can vary from day to day so actual load may be different that a test result.

You had me hooked on THE BIG MUSHROOM HEAD with the flaring ridge like a fireman's helmet! That anatomical feature is one of my 'gay GATEWAY drugs', from the first time I saw it on another dude, to the moment a badboy with a cock like that slipped in INTO ME, RAW, no questions asked... and that flaring ridge rubbing my prostate JUST RIGHT. And he nutted without making a sound while I went into a trance. Only after he slipped out the front-door did I realize I had been bred with the biggest load I had ever experienced... Just the SIGHT, the outline of a cock like that on another guy, when going commando... has me conditioned like Pavlov's dog every time I come across a MUSHROOM HEAD cock!

The last week has been a little strange and lots of people not playing. One of my neighbours asked me last week if I had any pot. I always have some in the apartment for "entertainment purposes" so I gave him a bud. Two days later this young guy, who I have seen visit his apartment a lot, mainly with his girlfriend knocked on my door and said "Darren said you might be able to sell me some weed." I told him I only had a bit, don't deal and keep it for entertainment purposes. Without hesitation he leaned on the door frame of my apartment and put his hand around his cock and said "if you give me a smoke you can entertain this." My guess he is 23 or 24 with the most beautiful fat cut cock and big balls. I gave him a 20 minutes hands free blowjob and he shot copious ropes down my throat I could not believe how much jizz he pumped into me. He explained his girlfriend is in lock down with her family and he couldn't get a fuck or a head job. I gave him my phone number and said "I'll roll the joints and you just text when your balls are. He has been back three times, and last time, aft6er I encouraged him, he gave me the best skull fuck I have had for some time for the last minute or so before he dropped his wadd down my throat. I don't mind filling in for his girl during lockdown and told him I am always available to service his meat and swallow his load. I actually liked it when he said "If I banged my missus' throat like I did yours she would kill me." At least I am one up there and giving him the head he wants and needs.

I was doing my undergrad work at Penn State majoring in Finance and Economics. Fall term of my junior year I was taking “Advanced Micro-economics theory and applications “ it was boring as it sounds. The guy teaching the class was new and hot as fuck. Both he and his wife worked for the university. One Friday night I hit one of the gay bars and in walks my professor. He came straight over to me and said “ let’s fuck “ . We were in his car in 20 seconds. Turned out he had a secret apartment in town far away from wifey and kiddies. He was very aggressive and dominated me completely right at the start-I was fucking turned on by submitting to this hunk of man. He had almost everything sex related object there was, slings, fuck bench’s, ass toys, St. Andrew’s Cross, etc. Luckily he knew what to do because I had no idea. Long story short, he fucked me , worked me and tortured me, pissed on and the n me, etc. from Friday night until Monday morning. I had just enough time to get to my 8:00 AM class. H plugged my hole but I still had cum and grease leaking out of my hole on to the floor with loud splats all through class. We played like this into spring term when his wife caught him in that apartment with (not me !) but a rugby player. Messy divorce followed. Not only did he bust my cherry but sent me on a path to kink and fetish play that I’ve never left. I’d like to meet up with him now and show him what I’ve learned - lol !

Being uncut myself I have a fascination for cut cock. You don't see too many where I live (except for religious reasons) so when I meet a guy with a cut cock it's a treat.

I think all we bb'ers have heard the same shit. Fuck them. We want it bare, and if they don't like it, they don't have to breed us or take our cream. I've found fortunately where I am that guys expect you to take it bb. I always make it clear that you must fuck me bare and not pull out.

I’ve met a few. Some who have tried to ‘prove me wrong’. Some who have tried to make me feel bad about my choices. The one thing they’ve all had in common is they all got upset when I wouldn’t let them fuck me anyway. I may be a bottom but I’m still in control of who I let fill this hole. You want to wrap up, fine. It’s not coming anywhere near me. Everyone has the right to choose, that includes my choice to walk away when it’s not right for me.

i've always been bareback, even during the AID's crises. i have never been a chaser, but have never been a condom user. i've prolly had thousands of guys and can count on two hands the number who used condoms, and that was early on. i still encounter some who use condoms, on hook up sites, i suspect that has more to do with them being in relationships, married, and fearful of any STD. i just don't encounter it much with hook up sex, i'm explicitly bareback on all my profiles (but then, there are many who don't read profiles!). The only person i have encountered of late who wants to use a condom is a sort of dating situation. i say "sort of" because i've already been clear to him i don't think we are a match. He's versatile and would want me to top... not gonna happen, plus he is afraid of HIV and std's and would want to use a condom... not gonna happen. So, in my mind we remain 'just friends,' though i think he still has romantic notions. i find the disconnect strange. i don't see it as "hate" at all, really just fear.

I had a gloryhole in my house for three or four years and it was the perfect setup. On any given week I'd suck off between 3 and 15 guys, and had lots of regulars. I'm not that handy and the house was a rental, plus I needed it to be discreet... so the setup was pretty simple. Right when you walked in the back door of the house, there was a kind of foyer and a small bathroom. I took a whole bunch of medium sized cardboard boxes (the Amazon kind), flattened them and then duct taped them together to form one big sheet that could cover the door. I cut a hole out, and then would use duct tape to hang it up over the doorway so the whole thing was larger than the door frame on the outside part of the door. It was multiple layers of cardboard and because of the way it hung, a guy could really push pretty hard against it or lean on it and as long as i was on the other side to support some weight, it never gave way. I set up the folds in the boxes that allowed it to fold up and go in a closet when not in use. If a guy messaged me I could have the whole thing ready to go in less than 5 minutes. Man, I miss that house and gloryhole.

1smarty [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/topping-a-bud-at-the-beach-41691181 It was a beautiful day so my buddy and I decided to go to the nude beach. I got a hard on and he said “dude it’s time to fuck” – so we did. Dumped a huge load in his hole.

After I started taking raw loads a few years back I began to notice that so many of the men near me are closeted bi-guys who are all too terrified of 'catching something' (and bringing it home to the wife) to even consider barebacking. I have had a couple of them go off on me, too, about it. I couldn't understand the reaction. If you're not into me or into barebacking, just move the fuck on. What business is it of theirs what I do with my body if they're not going to use it?

Nope never, I love Men...just hope when I am older that guys help me up off my knees. 😊

Part 11 The guy standing next to Eric as they watched Cory breed Bobby with his poz seed told Eric that Cory better enjoy this fuck because it's the last time he'll ever top. Eric noticed the guy earlier and didn't know him and expected he was with one of his friends guests but was surprised to learn he had come with Cory. They were a Daddy/boy couple and Cory had only recently tested poz after having taken his Daddy's poz loads for nearly a year. Daddy or Earl, was the only man to have ever fucked Cory and did so the first night after introducing the kid to Tina. He told Cory that if he was to be his boy that no one else could fuck him nor could he fuck anyone else until he tested poz. Once he tested he would poz another boy then he would never fuck again and would become a cumdump for Earl, his friends and anyone else that wanted him. Earl told Eric that he would get Cory fixed so that he'll stay a submissive bottom. Eric asked if he meant to fix him ike a dog. Earl said no that Cory's balls would stay intact but he was getting him fixed chemically. The same drug used for sexual deviants which would prevent erections or ejaculation. A buddy of Earl's had told him about and had used it on his boy. It sounded severe but Earl told him it was prescribed to children to stop puberty if it started too soon. And since Cory was only 5'6" and 110 pounds it would make him stay a boy. Eric asked if Earl was ready to make Cory a cumdump and slam him up like Bobby. Earl pulled out an eyeglass case and showed Eric that he came prepared to turn Cory into a fucked up fucktoy if Eric was ok with another bottom boy and Eric told him as long as he could use Cory too. Earl called Cory over and strapped the boy's arm as he told him it was time for him to stop pretending he was a top and become the boy he really is. As Earl was giving Cory his treat he told Eric that the most he ever slammed Cory with was .4 but this is .6 and he was fixed too. Earl then told Cory welcome to the rest of your life. Cory coughed hard and heard loud ringing then drifted away into a place where all he felt was pleasure. Eric and Earl watched the boy cough, shake then settle down and saw drool coming from his mouth and his hard cock disappeared and now looked like it would forever. Earl rolled Cory onto his belly and told Eric he was his to enjoy. The boy looked completely out of it which didn't turn Eric on but the boy's ass was calling him and he liked knowing that his cock was only the second one to breed the boy. Eric leaned over the boy as he wanted to have his tongue in the boy's mouth as he pushed his cock into the tight little hole. As Eric touched his face Cory opened his eyes and saw Eric on top of him and softly asked him if he was going to fuck him and Eric smiled and pushed the head of his cock into the boy and then told Cory he wasn't just going to fuck him but he was going to breed him and turn his tight little boyhole into a cunt. Eric lowered his head and got his tongue into the boy's mouth as he bottomed out in his ass. Shaun overhead two very hot older men talking about how they liked to fuck men and not these hairless little twinks. Shaun's hole was getting horny watching Bobby and Cory get fucked and he was ready for his turn and went to his room and put on some leather including his favorite jock and then approached the two daddies. He saw them checking him out as he got closer and knew he made the right impression. They knew Shaun was Eric's boy but had never met. Shaun asked if they could help him. One of them said only if you help us and grabbed his crotch. Shaun told him that if he'd help him carry another sling in then restrain him in it and slam him up they could do whatever they wanted. The men were speechless for a moment so Shaun added that was unless they wanted the little boys instead. Both men grabbed Shaun and told him to show them this sling. As Earl saw Eric take Cory he went to Bobby. Another guy was getting his nut in Bobby and when he pulled out Earl didn't let the boycunt close before he pushed in to his balls. His cock wasn't the thickest but it was the longest yet in Bobby at just over nine inches. He told Bobby to look at Eric and Cory and told him that Cory was going to be a cumdump and that Bobby was the last boy that Cory would ever top. He told him that Cory filled him with a massive toxic load and when we slam you again your getting his blood too. Bobby said he was happy that Cory choose him and hoped they could play with each other later with dildos. Earl asked if Bobby was going to breed a neg boy too and enjoyed hearing that Bobby never would fuck or use his boycock for anything other than pissing or having it hurt. He told Earl he wanted to be the best boy ever for Eric and Shaun and when they told him he was there boy he knew he didn't need to be a man and he liked feeling like a little boy again for his brother and little boys don't cum. Earl asked if Cory looked hot drooling like a baby and Bobby started sucking his thumb and nodded so Earl told him he could slam him hard and also make sure his clit wouldn't get hard nor cum but he'd be able to orgasm again and again. Bobby now sucking his thumb harder nodded to Earl. Earl told Bobby he needed to ask Eric if he could get what Cory got. Bobby called Eric and said, "Daddy, could Daddy Earl give me the same as Cory, please Daddy." Eric didn't know if Bobby understood what he was asking for but decided it didn't matter and also loved hearing Bobby ask like a child. Earl then told Eric that Bobby would only be fixed for three or four months and you can decide then if you want to do it to him again. Earl got the rig ready as Eric pulled out of Cory and got between Bobby's legs. He grabbed bobby's junk and asked him if he was going to grow up and find boys like Cory to breed. Bobby said he wanted to be his brother's and Eric's little boy forever and didn't want to ever grow up. Eric told him that Cory was going to be a boy forever and that Earl was never going to let him cum again and was actually going to make Cory's dick become like a real boys. Eric asked Bobby if he wanted to give up cumming forever too. Bobby told Eric that he wanted to be his boy forever and would do anything. He admitted to dreaming of having it cut off but didn't want to be a girl. Bobby cried that he wanted to be a real boy like before Shaun moved away. Earl asked Eric if he was ready and Eric told Bobby that he was going to be a boy again and told Earl to slam him. Eric put his thumb in bobby's mouth and Bobby started to suck it as Earl slammed him and Eric told Bobby he loved his little boy. Bobby soon stopped sucking and coughed and then his eyes rolled back and his head turned and drool ran out. Eric asked Earl if he wanted to fuck Bobby and Earl told him he should breed Cory at the same time. Shaun saw and heard his brother tell Eric he wanted to be little again and Shaun wished he could fuck Bobby right then but he was about to get slammed and then fucked too. He was happy his little brother came to visit and that he would always be his little brother. The end

Part III My mind was in a fog. I came to thinking I must have been having a wet dream. Images of Bobby fingering a knowingly POZ load into his gaping hole swirled in my head. I knew I should be angry, or disgusted, but all I could think of was how hard my cock felt, and how hot it had been. I seemed to have passed out, and my crotch was wet. Turns out that I had cum, hard, without even touching my dick. I fell over and landed on the mattress next to Bobby as he lay there, his ass covered in POZ seed. There were at least six guys standing around, some fully clothed, some jerking off, but all still had their cameras firing away. I opened my eyes to see a tangle of bodies. Ryan and Kevin, the guys who had posed last week had stripped out of their clothes. Kevin was pleading, “Help a guy out, Bobby. Gimme some of that TOXIC lube.” Bobby leaned up and pulled his body down on top of him. Kevin lined up his cock with Bobby's wrecked hole. He dipped the head of his cock into Bobby's ass and withdrew. I knew it was covered in Tom's POZ jizz. Ryan leaned in and snaked his tongue first into Bobby's mouth, then kissed his own boyfriend. Ryan laid down next to Bobby and pulled his ankles up. Kevin re-positioned himself at Ryan's ass and started fucking. I knew he was working Tom's POZ cum deep into Ryan's bare hole. The frat boy host crouched down beside me and asked if I was ok. I nodded and he handed me a glass of water. “Let me help you out of those shorts, man. They seem pretty soggy.” I was embarrassed that I cum all over myself, but figured under the circumstances, he was probably the only guy who had noticed. I let the frat boy undress me and shivered as he ran his hands over my body. Bobby lay there, working his cummy hole, smiling as he watched me being handled. The frat boy sunk his tongue into my mouth. He smiled. “You taste good. Want to taste something even better?” He pushed my head down to Bobby's ass. “Eat it. Wouldn't want that TOXIC load sinking in too deep, would we?” I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue. I had rimmed Bobby before, but never after fucking him. His ass was usually so tight and pink, but now it was loose, puffy, and red. It tasted sort of tinny, mixed with the tartness of fresh cum, cum that I knew was POZ. I thought I would just run my mouth over Bobby's hole, but it was so open that I could practically fuck him with my tongue. I noticed Tom was standing beside me. He knelt down. “Don't be mad at me, dude. I promised I wouldn't cum in him, and I didn't.” I don't know what I was thinking, but I raised my head enough to kiss him. I had a glob of his cum on my tongue, and fed it to him. One of the guys standing around jerking off saw what we were doing, and leaned in to snap a few pics. I decided to show off a bit and let our tongues move apart as Tom's cum formed into a strand, perfectly suspended over Bobby's upturned ass, leaking still more POZ seed. Knowing that Bobby's hole had much more where that came from, I went back to eating Bobby's ruined ass. The guy snapping pics was naked from the waist down. He straddled over Bobby's head as he leaned forward to get pics of me eating Tom's load. Bobby's gasps changed to moans as I realized he was swallowing this stranger's thick dangling cock. I knew this was out of hand, but there was nothing to do to stop it. The frat boy climbed up behind the photographer and started rubbing his bare dick over his crack. I knew the frat boy started fucking him when Bobby's moans turned to gagging. As the frat boy fucked, the photographer's wide dick was choking Bobby, and he was loving it. I could hear cameras clicking mixing with Ryan and Kevin fucking right next to us. Just then, I felt something wet at my ass. “You want that ass fucked too?” Tom asked. “Please. Don't.” I wrestled with wanting to know the freedom that Bobby had felt as he felt that bare POZ cock filling his hole. "Okay, we'll be safe, well, as safe as I was with your boyfriend. You'd like that, wouldn't you?” I knew he was right, and I nodded. Tom went back to the bag of dildos and found a thick five inch flesh-colored one. He handed it to me. I spit on it to lube it up. He chuckled and leaned it to stick it in Bobby's ass. Poor Bobby didn't know what was coming as he was too busy blowing this guy getting fucked. He yelped as that dildo went deep into his hole and came out covered in a sticky mix of pink ass juice and POZ cum. I shuddered knowing that I would have some of that cum in my hole in a few seconds, and maybe a whole lot more if he came inside me. Tom pulled the cummy dildo out of Bobby's ass and swiftly jammed it into mine. I squealed, both in pain and delight. “Go easy. I'm not wet enough.” Tom chuckled again saying, “We can fix that. I felt the mushy head of his dick move against my ass, drooling POZ precum. I then felt something going into my ass, much easier than the dildo. I knew it was his cock, and I didn't know if I wanted it to be or not. I clenched my eyes shut and started lapping at Bobby's ass again. I felt Tom going deeper and deeper into my ass. With each thrust, he filled me more than I had ever been filled before. I heard Kevin saying to Ryan. “Like me working that POZ load into your hole.” “Fuck yeah,” Kevin answered, adding “Looks like we're gonna have three asses leaking POZ cum before the night is out! That's gotta be some kind of a record." The frat boy grunted, as his pistoned away at the photographer's hole, “Fuck no. We've seen at least six holes full of TOXIC loads on one single night before.” That sent Kevin over the edge and he fired his own NEG load into Ryan's ass, mixing it with Tom's TOXIC seed. I could feel drops of Tom's sweat raining down on my back as he fucked the hell out of me. I heard the photographer grunt and felt his load shoot all over my back. I pulled off of Bobby's ass and looked up, seeing Bobby's chest covered in the photographer's wad. I couldn't help but lap it up and swirl my mouth over Bobby's bouncing dick. He grabbed my head and came hard down my throat. The frat boy fired off, filling the photographer's ass. Tom pistoned away, holding hard onto my hips. “There's a lot of cummy holes here tonight. The third ass is about to be full of POZ seed. Not bad for only one POZ top, right?” Everyone standing around cheered him and snapped away with their cameras as he jack-rabbited away. I could feel his cock swelling up, and then it happened. He shot at least four volleys of POZ jizz deep into my ass. Tom wiped his brow as he pulled out of my ass and flipped me onto my back. “Well done, bro. You want to join Bobby and Ryan there and see if we can break our record tonight? I've got some friends I could call....” To be continued...

I could not believe what I was seeing. My boyfriend was stripped naked on a mattress surrounded by six guys with cameras, and next to him was a POZ guy with a massive dripping cock. Our frat boy host whispered in my ear, “You okay with this?” I just nodded, certain that my boyfriend would get off on simulated sex with Tom and that I would get to fuck the hell out of him when we got home. I heard one of the guys taking photos to a friend, “Whoah! This is crazy. Think we'll get to shoot a conversion tonight?” Bobby was holding Tom's throbbing cock to his mouth. He looked at me for approval. I nodded, thinking I was letting him know I was ok with him just holding it. As soon as I nodded, Bobby opened his jaw wider and lowered his mouth onto Tom's slimy POZ cock. He managed to swallow it practically to his hairy balls. I figured it was ok for him to just blow this guy. I had read somewhere that it's hard to get POZZED just from a blowjob. The rest of the photographers were close as my boy swallowed down Tom's cock and slurped down his juices. Tom had his hands wrapped around Bobby's head, controlling him. He smiled at me and said, “Hey man. Thanks for this. We'll only take this as far as YOU want, ok?” I nodded again. Somehow I trusted him. I looked up, still nodding as I saw the frat boy host unbuckling his shorts. He must have thought I was nodding at him. He gave me a thumbs up as he shucked his underwear and freed his cock. I remembered what he had told me that sometimes orgies happened, but only when everyone was comfortable with it... For the meantime, the rest of the guys were still clothed, and snapping away. Bobby pulled off of Tom's cock and gave him a huge sloppy kiss. I could see Tom's shiny toxic precum all over Bobby's face and chin. Tom threw him back onto his shoulders and went to work on his cock, swallowing it to the root in one gulp. Bobby's eyes were closed and he threw his head back with a moan. Our frat boy host positioned his balls over Bobby's mouth and lowered them. He looked up at me and grinned. I was stupefied, frozen with lust, fear, and jealousy, as Bobby started slurping on his low hangers, his own cock disappearing down Tom's throat. Tom flipped Bobby over onto his hands and knees and started working his hole. Bobby was supporting himself with his hands as the frat boy slid his slimy cock in and out of my boyfriend's mouth. Tom started by spreading Bobby's asscheeks apart and then working in a finger or two. I wanted to make sure he wasn't tearing up Bobby's hole so I leaned in close and took a few photos. I asked Tom, “You're not going to fuck him, are you?” “Naw man. Not unless he asks me to...” Whew... “Hey guys,” Tom asked, “does someone want to bring me the toys? Maybe I can take care of his hole without POZZING him...” Bobby groaned something, but since his mouth was full of the frat boy's thick cock, no one understood it. Someone handed Tom a leather doctor's bag full of dildos. He started to wipe his precum all over one of them to lube it up, and I shook my head no. He frowned and got a bottle of KY out and squirted it all over Bobby's ass. He worked a 4” butt plug into Bobby's ass, and then a 6”, and an 8”. I had never seen his hole so opened-up. The frat boy groaned, “I'm gonna blow! I'm NEG. Can I cum in him?!?” I nodded, thinking he was going to cum in Bobby's mouth, but instead, he spun Bobby around, pulled out the 8” dildo, and slid into his bare hole. He thrusted all the way in as Bobby thrashed in a mix of pain and pleasure. “Yeah, slut. Take my cum!!!” His hips slammed against my boyfriend's ass over and over as he emptied his load into Bobby's guts. He pulled out slowly as the guys kept clicking their cameras. My boy laid down with his ass hanging over the edge of the mattress and spread his cheeks. The frat boy's load was dripping out. Tom hopped up saying, “Hey guys! I can pose like it's my load dripping out! It would look just like he's been POZZED!!!” He lined up his cock against Bobby's cummy ass and jerked it a bit. The guys were practically salivating as they snapped away. With so much lube on his ass from the dildo fucking and the frat boy's load, it was easy for Tom to slide his raw POZ dick up and down Bobby's crack. Bobby was squirming all over, trying to turn his head around to see this POZ cock teasing his hole. Tom started jerking his cock, lining it up with Bobby's asshole. He grinned at me, “How about just the head, man? Help a bro out. Promise I won't cum in him... And it will make for some super hot pics” I nodded, unbelievably turned on as my stomach tied itself into knots. Tom grabbed his dick and worked it deeper into the crack, thrusting his hips back and forwards. It really did look like they were fucking. He worked the tip of his mushroom head between Bobby's jiggling cheeks as Bobby pushed back against him. I'm sure the head popped in a few times. It took a lot of self-restraint for him to not just sink it in, and from the way Bobby was squealing, I am sure he would not have stopped him. My mouth had gone dry and the only sounds I could hear were the clicking of the cameras and the sweaty sound of skin on skin as Tom sunk the tip of his POZ cock into my boy's bare ass. Bobby turned his head over to me, his eyes darting to Tom's. “How about just a few inches. Not fucking or anything, just so we can get some stills where it looks like he's pounding my hole. Maybe Tom can pose so it looks like he's even breeding me!” Again, I nodded. Tom sunk his horse cock very slowly into my boyfriend. He threw his head back. He was shaking a little and I could tell he was trying so hard not to fuck Bobby's brains out. “I gotta pull out man. It's been so long since a guy let me fuck him. I'm gonna shoot!” With that, Bobby pushed back against Tom's groin and fucked himself on Tom's dick a few times and then lunged forward as he shot his own load, without even touching his cock. Tom grabbed his tool and jerked it a few times, sending volley after volley of molten cum across my boy's back and ass. Bobby spread his cheeks wide as Tom kept cumming and cumming. His winking asshole must have caught a few droplets, and the guys crowded in to get close-ups. Bobby's fingers spread his ass wide as Tom's toxic load seeped down his cheeks and closer and closer to his ass. He wooshed his fingers around in the toxic puddle around his hole getting them slick with poison. Then, he sunk his cummy fingers into his ass, holding still as the guys kept their cameras clicking. I was so dizzy I felt like I was about to pass out. Bobby rolled over onto his back and kept working his cummy fingers and out of his stretched-out hole as I fainted. To be continued...

As a Female hooker the idea of bug chasing and dirty sex has corrupted and consumed my mind. during the nights I'm a street walker so i've seen and been in some fucked up places. i have take more dick and loads them most people can dream of. I like writing and exploring dirty situation that i have been in or fantasize about. so here the deal. if you guys care to play a Role playing game where i host you conversion party? All i would need is ur participation and some background on you and your ideal conversion party. after that i will create a custom story for your where u chose your own path not knowing the results of each choice till the very end. My mind is pretty dirty and i can think of some fucked up hot thing that can happen while providing you with some hot sexual stories. lets see how this goes so please leave a comment if you want to play i will choose two people to begin. if there lots of interest i might do more if not more can be selected once the first to stories are done. IF YOU LIKE DIRTY, KINKING, BUG CHASING, stories you have come to the right place.

I realized I was a top gay guy when I slid my dick inside my first ass years ago. That warm wet feeling of a man hole around my cock was the best sex ever. I have never stopped. I love to fuck and breed ass and I can't get enough. I love squirting my loads deep inside a man and every time I slide inside I remember why I love it so much. I love how it feels and am addicted to breeding. I have gotten fucked before but didn't really like it. I kept thinking I was missing something. But I know now I am made to top and breed. Raw fucking for me forever. Looking at all the hot holes here on BZ makes my dick stiff and drip with pre cum. I know what I am. A top slut that loves bottom sluts and needs to breed as often as I can.

Before: I do not bareback, I just say thank's but no. It was my choice. Now: I do bareback, I just say, yes .... If they say no, It's there choice. (sometime I say no too) I don't want to get HIV, so I took the prep. If you are a chaser, Thank's but no thank's. It's your choice, so is mine... This is were I am. I've meet several people who told me the worst thing's. I don't get into those argument. I don't get into argument where there is no hope for commun ground. That's what you get with preachers... I don't go there anymore. I have nothing to prove and no permission to get. thank's I do sex with guys interested and interesting. There is plenty for everyone. Just respect Please... Thank you.

Great story Thank You.

Thursday nights have always worked best for me in Louisville (which is, frankly, not a very fuck-easy town). Here’s my thinking: On Friday nights, the work week has just ended, but guys are tired. Weariness competes with horniness, and by the time beer o’clock has passed, many decide to just hit the hay. Saturdays, which you would think would be prime hosting time, are the absolute worst. Nobody comes during the day because they’re out mowing the lawn, etc., and in the evening it’s time to cruise the clubs and bars for The Perfect Man. This exercise occupies them until the bars close, at which point they’ve either a) hooked up, b) gotten so drunk, stoned or high they can’t function, or c) head out looking for what they can get after 3am. Sundays aren’t great because Jesus is watching, even if they don’t give him a second thought the rest of the week. And many are busy with church and family. Mondays are no good; horniness has been largely purged at some point over the weekend and work has started for the week - it’s just not on their minds. Tuesdays are a repeat of Mondays, except anything stressful at work has followed them home and put them off their mood. Wednesdays see the first inklings of the return of horniness - it’s called “hump day” for more than one reason - but for many it’s also the night for mid-week church services. So... I slut on Thursdays whenever I can. Fridays are second choice. For me, hotel room money is too hard to come by to waste it on a Saturday.

Damn, Seth is devious, love it!

Re-read this again, got me very hot and bothered..... Might have to fuck my partner....

with an ass like that of course you're a bareback faggot

Funny... I don’t remember the guy specifically; but he used a condom, didn’t prep me properly, didn’t open me up and didn’t use enough lube. I hated anal sex for years after until someone else introduced me to raw sex. Ever since then, I’ve only fucked raw. Part of me wishes he had done it properly, perhaps I would’ve learned to enjoy condom sex... not that I have regrets, and love raw sex and still hate condoms; it you wonder if your life’s trajectory may have been different had he been a better lay!!!!

I would never pull out. In fact, I go deeper inside!

The funny thing is when I used condoms I still caught std's so condoms are not the end all cure all. Got crabs while using condoms and stuff from sucking cock so why bother lol. BTW crabs are by far the worse shit I've ever had to deal with!!

Occasionally at one sex club, foreign cab-driver types will yell, with attitude, "Why won't you let me use a condom?" I respond, "It's my ass. If you don't like it, go to another room." Fortunately, it happens less and less.

Just like the rest of you I too have faced this. Everyone feels a need to lecture based on their own beliefs and not accept that others enjoy other things.

I have had the condom police come after me too. They are like a lot of others who condemn anyone who don’t follow their path. There is no point arguing with someone with a narrow point of view. Just block them.

Sammie - the fem boy friend started teaching me right away - first sharing smoking weed and drinking orange juice / spiked with volka - having fun - Sammie gotten naked - showing off his body - touching - sucking and he did the same thing to me - introducing me to his dildos - his pussy too - watching pornos . Then later on was shaving my body like his - practicing sucking - fucking my pussy cunt - stretching - smoking weed - fucking ! I was becoming a mini me Sammie Slut - several times Sammie displaying to our Black Master of my progress - wearing sexy panties - clothes - smoking - with a dildo or butt plug up inside me - sucking off my Master ! Then , after 3 weeks of training , there was a small party at their place - they bought me new sexy underclothes - touch of makeup - and 5 black men came - soon I was servicing the black men - having fun - smoking weed - bouncing black cocks - soon Sammie and I were Cum Dumpsters - he was instructing me - helping me - encourage me - lots of cum loads - even some of them picking me up from high school !

6. Jason As I held out the glass pipe and lighter for him, Nathan looked at me quizzically. "Huh?" he asked me. "It's your turn," I said. "You need to smoke more, and I'll take the pictures now." Reluctantly, Nathan handed me his camera. "Just frame it, and press here," he said, indicating the shutter release. I already knew how to use the camera, but I didn't want to bother him by saying anything. With his hands now free, he took the pipe and lighter from me. I was able to properly hold the camera. While he was swapping the pipe and lighter between his hands, I took some pictures of him. I had been staring at Nathan for several days, seemingly memorizing every hair on his face, every muscle in his chest, every vein on his cock. But tonight, looking through the viewfinder, I was seeing him for the very first time. He seemed new and different in a way I had trouble articulating. Even though I had several loads inside of me, I was still so turned on by his raw masculinity that my ass started to itch again. It wasn't going to be long before I needed to have him inside of me again. For the first time, I noticed that he had a few bits of grey in his goatee, and there were the slightest hints of lines around his eyes. I wondered how I had missed those details before, and with a bit of shock, I realized I didn't even know how old he was. He was older, but I had never even asked. I was about to say something, but before I could open my mouth, Nathan put the pipe to his mouth. He held the flaming torch under the bowl. I took pictures as he heated up the bowl, inhaled the vapor, and then exhaled the cloud. "Again," I said. I wanted him just as high as I was. "Bossy boy," he said, smiling. But he did what I said, and took another hit off the pipe. This one was longer and deeper than the one before; it was obvious from the giant cloud he exhaled. As he put the pipe back to his lips a third time, he said, "Let's share this one." He kneeled down in front of me and our faces were level with one another. I was staring right into his green eyes, and remembered the power they had exerted over me the first time I saw him. I would have done anything just to see them again. And, so far, I had done almost everything to keep him: he had fucked me raw, he had shot his poz cum in me, he had whored me out to his friends, and even now he was getting me higher than I had ever been before. Another hit of crystal was small compared to what had already happened. "I'd like that," was my only response, exhaling and emptying my lungs for his cloud. He did a long hit, longer than any of the others and emptied the bowl several times. He grabbed the back of my head, pulled me in close, and exhaled all of it into my mouth. I sucked his cloud in, feeling his drugs and his breath, as they became my drugs and my breath. Even though his raw cock had been inside me, even though now his sperm was swimming inside of me, and even though his virus was plotting its stealthy attack on my body, this sharing of breaths was a new intimacy for us. The shotgun turned into a kiss and Nathan put the pipe down on the bed table. His hand traced down my smooth chest, across my stomach, before finding my cock. The crystal had rendered it weak, soft and impotent, but I didn't mind it at all. Michael had used my tina dick as a source of power over me, but with Nathan, my soft rod had turned into a celebration of Nathan's masculinity. My limp cock was my special gift to him, a way for us to stay focused on what was critical and important: Nathan's unprotected, uncovered, raw manhood entering me, his powerful orgasm filling me with toxic cum, and his deadly disease infecting me. Another night, hopefully very soon, my cock would be hard and erect, bursting with toxic sperm, and it would be my turn to penetrate Nathan. Nathan rested his hands on my hips to pull me closer to him. Neither of us had breathed out the crystal cloud and his tongue was still exploring my mouth. His hard cock was pressed against the inside of my thighs. Relentlessly, it seeked out my wet hole. "Please?" I asked, stopping our kissing just long enough to speak. A bit of the white cloud escaped as I begged Nathan to fuck me. "Of course, boy," he said. He pulled away, and exhaled. Even though he had given me the bulk of his hit, he still had a respectable cloud. I followed his example, and blew the smoke right into his face. "Hot, boy," he said. He took the camera from me, and put it next to the glass pipe on the bed table. Then he pushed me back onto the bed, and climbed on top of me. "I need to be inside you again," he said. Between my legs, his hard cock was searching for the wet opening into my body. I grabbed my ankles to give him better access to my hole. "I want you inside me too," I said. "Your raw cock inside of me feels like nothing else I've ever felt before." He ran one hand over my chest; I was sweating, a combination of anticipating getting fucked again and the additional kick of the crystal hitting me. "Are you ok, my Jason?" he said. The way he said "My Jason" sent a chill down my back. So badly, I wanted him to want me, even to need me. I hoped I wasn't reading too much that statement, taking it as a confirmation of his parallel need. "I'm good," I replied. "I'll be better with your cock inside me. And much better when your precum dripping into me." "Need more of my sperm? My virus?" he asked, as he lined the tip of his cock up with hole. It was now very well-used, bordering on sore. But that hardly mattered when it was Nathan wanting to fuck me. "Fuck yeah, Nathan. You know that." Nathan grabbed the bottle of poppers from off the bed and handed it to me. "Big hit for me, boy," he said. I held them under my nose. I breathed in deeply, first one nostril, and then the other, and then back to the first one. "Give it to me," he said before I could put the lid back on the bottle. He replicated my actions, inhaling deeply three times from the little brown bottle. "Ready?" he asked. We both knew what he was asking. Right as I nodded in agreement, I felt my face flush from the poppers, and at the same time, his cock began to press into me. He filled me up again with his hard shaft. My eyes rolled back, and I moaned in pleasure. All I focused on--all I could focus on--was my hole, and the way his cock slowly penetrated and filled me. This time, the sex was slower and more intimate than earlier in the evening. There was no longer the frantic need for him to get off, and we could take the time enjoy the journey. As I felt his skin against my skin, I remembered how dangerous yet intimate this was for me. There was nothing between his poz cock and my fertile hole. As we both rode the waves of poppers, it was hard for me to tell where he stopped and I began: he had gotten so deep into me and his cock fit my ass so perfectly it was like we were two parts of the same person. Nathan clearly felt the same way; he leaned in and whispered, "It feels like we're one," before he started to kiss me deeply once more. Even with our intimate connection, it still took us a while to find our rhythm. It had turned into a very slow fuck, with Nathan's cock just barely rocking back and forth inside me. He massaged the thick pools of deadly cum from all the men into my body, all the while, he held on to me tightly. His furry chest was pressed against mine and our lips and tongues stayed entangled the entire time. It seemed like the night had stopped, but yet every time I looked at the clock, only about thirty minutes had gone by. Soon, we were in the depths of the night, as first eight, then ten, midnight, and almost too soon, one AM ticked by. The entire time, Nathan's cock stayed inside me, dripping pre-cum, exploring my hole, and leaving faint traces of his virus inside me. Every so often, we would stop, just long enough to hit the pipe again together, pour a little more lube onto my hole, have a sip of water, and maybe switch positions. Sometimes, while fucking, we would be kissing. Other times we were just quiet. The best times were when we would whisper in each other's ears our hopes and dreams plus our experiences and fantasies. I was amazed, and, honestly, at times jealous, of what Nathan had done. As the night wore on, fueled by the drugs and our growing trust in each other, our fantasies became more explicit, more personal and more dangerous. Buried in my hole, Nathan's cock would get hard when I told him what I was willing to do. The barriers between us had been lowered significantly. I found myself opening up to Nathan in ways I had never been able to tell another man. In a quiet moment of the night, I found myself telling him how I had jerked off thinking about getting infected. "Why do you want it?" he asked me. "Before I met you?" I asked. "Or now?" "Both," he said. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, and then slid it back into me. I could feel the pools of toxic spooge pressed deeper into me, where soon enough, they would get absorbed into my body, and hopefully give me what I needed so badly. "Honestly?" "Of course," Nathan said. "No secrets now. No secrets ever." "The thought of crawling on top of a neg boy, of sliding my cock into his hole, of fucking him hard and breeding him. It's such a hot thing to be able to do. And knowing that I am infecting him, it's a fucking power trip." "It is," he said. "Especially with the right neg man, it can be amazing experience. And the best way to get to know a man." He stroked my face, and then gave me a kiss. "Like no other experience in the world." He stared at me, and I tried not to get lost in his hazel eyes. "And now?" he asked. "You," I said. "I want this to be how we get to know each other. How I get a part of you forever." "You'll always have a part of me," Nathan said. "And I'll make sure that my virus is in your blood." "Thank you," I said. His cock was deep in me, dripping his pre-cum into me. It was hard to tell if he was defiling my hole with his toxic virus, or anointing it with his precious fluids. They were two sides to the same coin. "Do you want to spread it?" he asked. "Help others feel as good as you do?" I had to think a moment. I knew what he was asking me, what I was signing up to do. I had safer sex drilled in my head since middle school. Not that I had followed it very well: raw man cunt was felt far too good to spoil with sheaths of rubber between my cock and the bottom. But now, Nathan was proposing a step further. To seek out negative men fuck them raw, to infect them, and make sure it would take. Despite the drugs, my cock twitched and started to grow. Nathan stroked it. "I think your cock is telling me everything I need to know," he said. "Yeah, I think it is. I do want to." I remembered what Thomas had said earlier in the day. "And I know Thomas is into it as well" "I know," Nathan said. "He's asked me a few times. Never sure how I feel about it. But..." he started, and then stopped. "But?" I asked. "I think I'd do it with you. Having a boy to share between us. To infect." "It would be nice," I said. Nathan pushed his cock into my hole again. He more than filled me up, and my dick dripping in pleasure. "And you? What do you want?" "You really want to know?" I nodded. I was learning much about Nathan in this quiet morning time. Our inhibitions were gone, and we were purely creatures of pleasure. We were creatures of a common depraved flesh, feeding off the inscrutable darkness of drugged-up, male sex. "Ok," he said. But rather than saying anything else, he grabbed the pipe and torch from the bed table. "This will need some help." I nodded, wondering what dark fantasy he had that required added assistance from the crystal. I worried that it would be too dark, too much for me, and I would have to tell him no. I worried because that I knew that tonight, I wouldn't be able to tell him no. I wasn't sure if I would ever be able to deny Nathan something he wanted, but tonight, it would be particularly impossible. "Ok?" he asked me. I nodded again, feeling how hard his cock was inside me. He stuck the pipe in his mouth, pursing his lips around the glass stem. He flicked the torch and held the intense blue flame under the bowl. Subjected to the heat, it didn't take long for the crystals to crackle, melt and begin to smoke. He started to inhale, emptying the bowl and filling his lungs. Even while getting high, he looked beautiful to me, a stocky, hairy, muscular body, his manhood buried deep and raw in my ass, and him sucking down the drug that would make him even wilder. Finally, his lungs were full, and he pulled out his pipe. He offered it to me, but I nodded no. My head was spinning a bit, and I needed to slow down. If I ever needed it, the pipe would be right beside me. "Damn, that is nice," he said, exhaling a thick cloud. It momentarily engulfed his head, before drifting down and blocking my view. As it dispersed, I saw him above me, his eyes glassy and a smile on his face. "So," I said. "What do you want?" He was quiet for a moment. His cock was rock-hard, lodged deep in my hole and dripping. Whatever he was thinking about, it was keeping him hard. I wanted to be able to satisfy him, to make him that hard again. I was clenching my ass in terror, wondering what he wanted to do. "I want to see you get raped," he finally said. "To see man after man ram his cock into you. To hear you beg for them to stop, to go slower, and to be gentle, when you know that it has only just begin. To see their cum dripping from your smooth tight hole. And to hold you at the end, my cock in your hole, and tell you how proud I am of you." Hearing that, I relaxed. It seemed so simple and so easy: all I would have to do is get fucked by a few guys. It would be like this afternoon. Maybe even better, since Nathan would be there for me. It wouldn't be just me and an ass like Michael. I smiled and nodded. "I'd do that for you." Nathan grinned. I continued. "Just make sure they are hung big, and fuck hard. And that I'm as high as I am now." "You'd do that? For me?" Nathan asked. "Yeah, right now, I'd do anything for you," I said. "Really, I'd do anything." I glanced at the clock. It was now nearly two AM. It had gotten quiet outside. Time was now marked only by a very occasional siren in the distance or the sounds of people walking home, drunk and happy, from the bars. It was the crystal driving us now, the man behind the curtain for our every action and though. I wondered how many mistakes I had already made this weekend. I had just said I'd let strangers use me. Even if I begged them to stop. But maybe that was what I really wanted, because the idea, even after Michael, didn't scare me. The pressing questions seemed to be when that fantasy would come true. "There's so much I want to do with you. I don't want you to be held back by anything." His cock was harder and buried deeper than he had ever been. "You think it's been holding you back? I mean, the fear of HIV. Of AIDS. Of dying." The only thing keeping me from freaking out was the stable presence of his tool inside me and the calming nature of the steady stream of pre-cum he was dripping into me. "In the part, it had been," I said. "But now, I want it. I want it so badly. To be infected with HIV, just like you." Inside me, his cock was throbbing with desire and dripping pre-cum into my hole. "I don't want to be held back from anything. No fear." "I don't want you to be afraid of anything either. Not of me, not of my cock, not of my cum, not of my virus. Or of my friends: their cocks, their cum and their virus. I don't think I could ever fuck you with a rubber. I want to share everything with you. And most of all, I want to be there for all of your needs and fantasies." "Me too." Nathan was on top of me again, his strokes getting deeper and more forceful. "And I know now I want the man ho infects me to be you Nathan," I said. "Not anyone else." "I'd like that too, Jason," he said. "I'd like that a lot." I needed Nathan so badly that night. I wanted his body, his mind, and most of all, his semen and the virus that would come with it. I wondered how much of this was because of the drugs and sex, but it really didn't matter. I was living in the moment and nothing else mattered. Nothing mattered but what I was sharing with Nathan. "I love you," I said. Suddenly, I was letting the drugs do the thinking for me and I let the crystal do what I was too cowardly to do on my own. As I said it, he pulled me close and kissed me. He slammed his cock deep into me. It went deep; deeper than he had ever been before. He was into virgin territory, which was ripe and ready for his seed. I felt him pulse and inside of me, Nathan was shooting his thick load of toxic jizz. I wanted it. I wanted to be open for him, to accept every drop of what he gave me. Most of all, I wanted the virus. I was no longer afraid. I was ready for it, and I wanted it to be his virus, his disease, his HIV. I wanted to be infected and I wanted to be free of all the worries and fears that had eaten me up over the years. But, the only way we could ever make this happen was to for him to fuck me raw and to cum inside of me. I knew that anything that felt this good, that brought me this close to the man I was falling in love with, must be good. This had to be the right thing. "I love you," I repeated, as he filled me with his beautiful hard cock and sprayed my guts with his thick, deadly, and wonderful cum. Even while Nathan's orgasm subsided, he made no effort to stop kissing me. He kept one hand wrapped around my body, and with the other, he tenderly stroked my head. Even after this, his second orgasm of the night, his cock stayed hard and stayed deep in my body. As we kissed, the last throbs of his orgasm wracked his body. I felt privileged to be able to make a man like him cum that hard, and doubly lucky that he had deemed me worthy of his precious fluids, the fluids that would make me forever his. Finally, our breathing returned to normal, and our long kiss was broken off. "You good, sweet boy?" he asked me, staring at me with his beautiful, piercing green eyes. "Very good," I replied, and kissed him again. My legs were still wrapped around his torso, making sure he stayed inside me. I had a stupid smile on my face. We continued to kiss and explore each other, still joined so intimately and closely. "Fuck," he said suddenly, a look of pain crossing his face. "Ok?" I asked. "Fine, just the start of a leg cramp. I gotta lay down and I'll be fine," he said. Reluctantly, I slowly unwrapped my legs from around him and let him pull his cock out of me. Still, I clamped my ass around his dick to make sure I kept every drop of his poz cum inside me. We were both tired and tweaked and our movements were clumsy. But it still felt good for us to be touching, feeling each other's bodies rub against each other. He collapsed next to me, wrapping his arm around me. We were quiet and just listened to each other breathe and felt the sweat on our bodies slowly dry. I was glad to be quiet, even though unwanted thoughts were starting to creep into my consciousness. Without Nathan's cock inside me to center me, doubts were starting to grow. I remembered everything I had said while we were fucking. I knew, in my heart, it was all true. But, I wasn't ready to face one of them straight on, much less have the important talk about it with Nathan. The statement was the methamphetamine's true betrayal of me this evening. It wasn't the way I had opened my hole to all those poz men, not the way I had let Michael use me, nor the way I had promised Nathan his fantasy. It was in the heat of passion, telling a man how I really felt. Of course, Nathan had certainly come hard when I told him. I wanted him to feel the same way, and I took it as a hopeful sign. Finally, he broke the silence. "What time is it?" he asked. I turned my head, to look at the clock. I was surprised that it was only 2:30; it felt like we had been together much longer and that the night was almost over. "2:30," I said, as I turned back towards him, smelling his sweaty, male body. His cock was still hard, pressed up against my flat stomach. "You have to be anywhere tomorrow?" he asked me. "In the morning, I mean?" "Not at all." "Good," he said. I heard him smile through his voice. "You up for another round?" "Yeah," I said. "I need to feel your raw cock inside of me again." My ass had been itching for more cock from the minute he pulled out of me. "Maybe you want a quick shower before we continue?" "Definitely," he said. "And we should refill the pipe as well." As we untangled from each other, I got up first. I knelt down on the floor, next too him, with him sitting on the edge of the bed. He wiped the lube off his hands with a spare towel and then grabbed the bag of crystal and the pipe. The bag was still fat and thick, filled with shard of the white drug. He pressed the stem of the pipe into it, and let several chunks fall into the bowl. "Want to go first?" he asked, as he tapped the last few tiny crystals out of the stem and into the bowl. "Please," I said. There had been so much that had happened over the past few hours: from Sean, Jake, and Eli, to Michael, to what we had been sharing in the dark of the night. I wasn't sure what to be feeling. At that moment, everything seemed so good, but yet, there was still a dark undercurrent, one I couldn't fully explain, like the feeling of impending doom. I did my best to forget about it, and live in the pleasure of the minute. "I'm really enjoying tonight," I said. "I'm happy we are sharing all of this. I like being with you." "Me too," he said, as he fired up the torch and let the drugs melt. He looked straight at me, as a wisp of vapor escaped from the glass bowl. "You seemed a little shaken up after Michael. Was it just him? Or the entire experience?" "Just him," I said. "Sean, Jake, Eli, they were all great. But Michael," I trailed off, shivering a bit as I remembered the ninety minutes I had spent with him. Ninety minutes I couldn't forget. "I know," Nathan said. The bowl had now filled with smoke and the vapor was escaping from the top. "Here," he said, putting the pipe in my mouth. "Take a hit. You can relax now. I'm here." With one hand, he held the torch against the bowl, and with the other, he gently stroked my arm. The touch, especially from him, felt good. It complimented the crystal I was sucking down nicely. I nodded that I was good, and he pulled the torch away. Before the pipe cooled down, I inhaled a few more bowls. I held the hit as long as I could. The drugs flowed into my blood, giving me a warm feeling of happiness. There were things I knew I needed to remember, about Michael, about Nathan, about myself, but as the tina kicked in, again, those things seemed far away and unimportant. I leaned in to shotgun it to Nathan. He took the hit from me, his hand now wrapped around me, keeping me close. I remembered enough to continue talking. "It's like there's something he's angry about," I said, referring to Michael. Nathan held my hit a while longer before he exhaled it right into my face. "I want you to take another hit," he told. I couldn't tell him no, nor did I want to. I wanted to get lost in the pleasure. So, I put the pipe in my mouth and let him held the torch under it again. "I don't know the full story, but I heard he got stealth pozzed by his boyfriend. He's had trust issues ever since." I finished the hit and held it for a moment before shotgunning it to Nathan. Nathan. "That could do it," I said, as Nathan held his breath. "I'm glad we're doing it like this. Openly. Trusting each other completely." I nearly said "lovingly," but thought better of it. There was a bond between us, and it was only getting stronger. I didn't want to scare him; I was already worried that I had said too much. I kissed Nathan, and he shotgunned the hit back to me. As I held it, Nathan returned the pipe and torch to the bed table. It would still be available to us as the night wore on. He wrapped his arms around me and let one hand dropped down to my ass where a finger quickly found my hole. "Me too," he said. "This is the best weekend I've in a long time. Now, let's get ourselves clean, in body if not spirit. The lube is starting to feel gross." I stood up and walked to the bathroom. "Getting towels. I'll be there in a second," Nathan said, "Let the water run?" The water got warm quickly and I stepped into the spacious shower. It felt good to wash off the accumulated grime from my sexual escapades. I ran my finger over my raw hole. There were several loads of toxic sperm up there. Even under the hot water, I shivered with the realization that it was far too late for me to do anything about the virus. I expected to be scared and nervous about the poz loads, but instead, all I felt was excitement. I hoped it wouldn't be long before I was infected. More than anything, I needed it to be Nathan's virus that did the deed.

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5. Nathan Even before Michael's hour was half over, I was already getting anxious. I had heard the short, painful-sounding grunts from the bedroom. I was wondering how Jason was doing and what he was thinking. I had been a little nervous about inviting Michael into the afternoon session. It was far too easy for him to be a sadistic asshole when he was in the mood and when I saw his "Rape is Fun" t-shirt, I knew he was in one of those moods. It wasn't until after five thirty that I heard the door open. Michael headed out. He walked right to the living room, and smiled. "Better check on your faggot. When I left, he was crying." Michael probably hadn't physically hurt Jason, but the mind-fucks he did were far more potent. Just to re-enforce his point, Michael snapped off the latex examination gloves he had been wearing. He stuffed them in his back pocket. I quickly led him to the front door. "Not a bad piece of ass either. You're a lucky man," he said, with an evil grin on his face. As he left, I went to the back bedroom, stopping to grab two tablets of X I had in the master bathroom. Jason was going to need the intimacy that the ecstasy would make easy to achieve. In the spare bedroom, the curtains had been drawn; it was dark and the room smelled of sweat, lube, and cum. After my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw Jason curled up on the bed. He was tightly holding on to a pillow. There were quiet sobs as well. "Jason?" I asked quietly, as I sat down by him on the bed. "Are you ok?" He finally responded when I put my hand on his naked torso. He turned to me, his face red. "I'm sorry," he said. "I thought I could handle this. But I can't." Michael had certainly done his classic mindfuck on Jason. "It's ok," I said. "I'm here." He was slow in responding to me, but eventually pressed himself against me and buried his face on my chest. I pulled off my shirt; I wanted him to feel my skin against his. Contact with another man would be critical, and I hoped that contact with me would be exactly what he needed. "I'm sorry. Sometimes, Michael can be a total asshole." "I don't want you to see me like this," he said, although he pulled me closer to him as he spoke. "I wanted you to see the strong and invulnerable me." "Jason, no one can always be strong." I grabbed a glass of water. "Here," I said, handing him a tab of X. "Take this. It'll help." He looked at it warily. "What is it?" "Some X. It will help you relax. I'm here. Don't worry." He put it in his mouth and took a swig of water. "My turn," I said, making sure he knew we were going to be in the same space. I dry swallowed the tab and only then took a swig of the water. I held him, his head again pressed against my chest. I could feel his breathing become steady and rhythmic. Finally, quietly, he asked, "Is it too late for me?" "No, it's not," I said. "Is that what you want?" I wanted, more than anything, for that to not be what he wanted. "I don't know what I want," he said. "They weren't on drugs," he continued "I know. Not everyone is." "Does that mean I'll get it from Eli? Or Michael?" I felt his body shudder when he said the name. "You'll get it from who you deserve it from," I said. "I want it from you. I really want it from you," Jason said. "I know. And I want to give it to you." "I want to be with you right now. And I don't want to be afraid any more." "Let's go to our bedroom," I said. I wanted him out of this room, out of a room with so much immediate history and into one where he would feel safer. I didn't know if he noticed or cared that I had said "our" rather than "mine." It had just slipped out, but it was true. It was how I wanted him. Wanted us. And I hoped he wanted the same for me. "Just be with me," he said. I took his hand and stood up. He followed my lead and also got up from the bed. He was naked now and more vulnerable and fragile than I had seen him before. His cock was soft and limp, no doubt a side effect of the drugs he had shared with the other men, but it only re-enforced his vulnerable appearance. He seemed beaten down, defeated, with only a tenuous hold on his once impressive masculinity. My cock, on the other hand, had been raging for the past four hours. Selfishly, the most difficult task this evening would be hot to get my cock inside of Jason without further upsetting his already fragile mental state. It was obvious he was tweaked out, especially considering Sean's, Eli's and Michael's habits. So, wasn't hard to get him into my bedroom. He pulled me down on the bed with him and surprisingly, started to kiss me immediately. He pressed his body against me, and with his warmth against me, my cock responded as well. It stiffened uncontrollably and I felt like I was in middle school again. My erection was completely uncontrollable. It didn't take long for Jason to feel my dick as well. His hand went down to my groin and unzipped my pants. He pulled out my cock and stroked it slowly. "I want this," he said. "I need this." "Are you sure?" I asked. "We don't have to do anything, if you don't want to." He kissed me again. "No, really. Please. I need you. Put it in me. Nothing between us." With his clear approval, my hand slid down between his legs and explored his hole. Warm and wet, I slipped a finger inside of him with only the slightest resistance from his hole. "God. It feels so good to feel your skin inside of me," he said. I wondered what Michael had done with him; all he seemed to desire was contact from another man. I pressed in further, feeling all of the accumulated sperm squish around. At about the second knuckle, I hit a small, sharp object. Jason gasped for a second, whispering "Careful there." I did my best not to push it any deeper, but it was caught on my finger. "What is it?" I asked. But, once I got all of my finger into Jason, I realized that it was probably a shard of crystal, and I had just inadvertently given him another huge bump. "Did Michael give you a booty bump?" I asked. I needed to know for sure. "Yeah, right as he was leaving," Jason answered. "It's cool now." As it melted and absorbed into his system, he would want to play night. "Can you wait here for a minute or two? Alone?" I asked. I pulled my finger out of his hole. He was still tight enough clean all the sperm off. "I'll be back." "Promise?" he asked. "Don't leave me alone too long." The need in his voice was palpable. "Yes, I promise. I'll just go into the bathroom. It won't be more than just a moment." He reluctantly released his grip of my cock, and let me go. I got off the bed, and walked towards the bathroom. "I'll leave the door open." Before I got more than two paces, he quietly asked, "You're coming back, right?" He even knew that there was only one door; it would be impossible for me to not come back. I made sure to turn on the lights in the bathroom and of course leave the door open just for him. I looked back and saw that he was watching me carefully, like he was afraid he was going to lose me or that I would run at any moment. I opened the medicine cabinet, and grabbed a Viagra. The night was going to be long and intense, and I had to be up for whatever was needed. I also got out the small cloth bag from the bottom shelf of the cabinet. I headed back to the bed, turning off the bathroom lights and I sat down next to Jason. He curled up next to me, nestling his head next to my cock and slowly licking my balls. It felt good. They were filled with thick ropes of sperm destined for Jason's hole. I opened the bag and pulled out a glass pipe. I held it up to the lamp on the bed table, examining it carefully. It had some crystal still in it, from the last time I had partied. "Ok if I join you? Partying, I mean," I asked. "Yeah. Please," he answered. I lit up the torch, waited for the crystal to melt and then sucked down on the long glass stem. It had been several months since I had last partied. It wouldn't take much to get me in the right zone. But, Michael wouldn't have gone easy on Jason either, making it more difficult to match moods. I did a few long hits, feeling the tina take over my head and then diffuse through my body. "Very nice," I said, finally putting the pipe and torch on the beddable. "Now we're truly together." I stood up, pulled off my shorts and the got back on the bed, pressing my naked body against his. The crystal was coursing through my blood and going directly to my cock. "I want to be with you now, Jason. I want to be with you in every possible way." "Me too Nathan. For now, I just want you near me." His voice was wavering a bit, like he was uncertain about something. "Next to me. Touching me." He rolled over onto his stomach with his ass up in the air. "Inside me." Jason may have had his uncertainties, but I knew exactly what I wanted. The twin mounds of his ass were so inviting and so perfect. I pulled his cheeks apart and stared at the tight hole they had obscured. As I started to lean in to lick it, Jason stopped me, "No, don't, Nathan," he said. "Why," I asked, not sure what was wrong. "You deserve better," he said, "A real man's hole, not some dirty boy hole like mine." He was once more on the verge of crying. I wondered what Michael had said and done to turn this confident young man into a fragile porcelain doll of masculinity. I ran my finger over his crack, gently pressing it into his hole. He might have thought he was unclean, but all that came out was a few strands of sperm. I licked off my finger, tasting the sweet cum. It was a mixture from the four different guys who had used Jason that afternoon. My own cock twitched, eager to add its own load to Jason's collection. "You're fine," I said. "No," Jason replied. "I'm a dirty, useless slut. You deserve better." I knew that between the drugs and whatever Michael had told him, he wasn't thinking clearly. "You have such a beautiful hole," I said. I was now kneeling right between his legs and was spreading his cheeks apart. My face was right up against him and his well-used hole. "You should be proud of it." He was a rollercoaster of emotion. "You really think so?" he asked me, already noticeably happier. I had to pick my words carefully in order to not set him off on another round of self-doubt. "Yeah, I do. How many guys fucked you this afternoon? Four?" I asked. "Yeah," he replied. He arched his back, pressing his ass against my face. I licked it, tasting the accumulated sweat, lube, and cum. "And each of them loved your ass so much, they gave you a load, right?" I said. "They loved it enough to anoint you with their cum." "Yeah, I guess." I could tell he was starting to relax; he was now pressing his ass up against me. "Believe me," I said. "Your ass is beautiful. And seeing all their cum leak out makes it even more perfect." "You really think so?" "Yeah, I do," I said. "You should be so proud of that ass. And all I want is to be inside of it. Adding my load to you collection. My poz load. Isn't that what you want?" "Yeah," he answered. "I want you inside me." His voice was still wavering a bit. "Breeding me," he said finally. "But," he said, then paused. "I don't know." "Forget what Michael might have said. He's an angry man, and he takes it out on others. Men like you." I buried my face in his ass. The scent was like the strongest poppers I'd ever used. I licked his hole, just enough to open him up again. "I guess. I'll try. More than anything, I need you next to me and you inside of me. I need your cock inside me. Your cum. Your virus. It's all I can think about," Jason said. "You're sure?" I asked. I was afraid he might have second thoughts, but nevertheless, I flipped him onto his back, and aligned my cock with his hole. "I want to be in you so badly," I said. "I want to breed you." "I want you inside of me. Fucking me. Breeding me." He was silent for a moment. "Pozzing me." This time there was a quiet certainty in what he said. There were no qualifiers or second guesses. He wanted cum. "That's what I wanted to hear, Jason." Resting right by his hole, my cock was hard as a rock. With just a slight push, I could be inside him. But, in the end, I didn't have to do anything at all. Jason pushed back ever so slightly and my cockhead pressed inside him. After Jason started the process, I still did the rest of the work. Although I only had to relax my muscles and let my weight push my cock all the way into his hole. "So wet," I said. "Five cocks now. How many loads?" "Four and then some," he said. "And then some?" "Yeah, Michael stuck some frozen sperm up my hole." I should have guessed. Michael loved a devil's dick. Probably how he had done the booty bump as well. "He said it was from several different guys." "How do you feel about it?" "I'm still not sure. I love getting fucked, and having sperm in my hole is one of the best feelings in the world. But that was a bit strange. Impersonal." He paused, collecting his thoughts. "He said it would be a great booty bump as well." "You can relax now. Don't worry about it." I pulled him closer, feeling his body press against mine. We started to make out, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. His cock was pressed against my stomach. It was still soft and flaccid, no doubt from the combination of the drugs and what Jason had been through that afternoon with Michael. I didn't care; tonight needed to be about his perfect raw hole, about my hard poz cock, and the communion that we could share within them. Both of us would work together to get my sperm and my virus into his body. We were quiet there, with just the sounds of us kissing, and my cock sliding in and out of his sloppy hole providing the perfect soundtrack. Finally Jason spoke again. "Thank-you, Nathan." "For?" "This afternoon. It was intense. But good." "I'm glad you liked it." I was jealous of all the men who had been able to share the intimate moments of fucking Jason raw, not to mention the moment where Jason shared of himself with them. But I didn't say anything. Deep down, I needed this to be the fuck he had been wanting all afternoon. He had been reading my mind. He continued, "But this is the fuck I really wanted. Take your time. Work all of their toxic loads into me. And then, add yours. The one I've wanted. The one I've always needed" "I've got more than one load for you tonight." Actually, I had several loads in me. And all of them were going to go into Jason's perfect ass. I was in a good mood that night. I had an alphabet soup of drugs in me: X, V, T, and each of them had added depth to my happiness. My raw cock was buried deep in Jason's unprotected hole, each thrusts lubricated by the accumulated jizz of many men. The entire time I was making out with a beautiful boy, while he begged me for another injection of my toxic cum. "You're inside me," Jason moaned. I nodded in agreement as he continued. "I can't tell where you end and I begin. It's good to be this close to you." I kissed him again. "Yeah. You're feeling the X, aren't you?" This time, he nodded in response. "It's good for us to be sharing this." "Sharing your virus?" he asked me. "With me?" "That's just one part of it. I like being next to you. And I like being inside of you. Feeling you." I didn't want to have to ever pull out of Jason; this connection felt so good and so right. But his words and my feelings seemed very familiar. I realized that I had been saying the exact same things to Alan when he had been pozzing me. I now, finally, understood why Alan had been so eager to get inside of me. It was how my hole had made his cock feel and how important and necessary it had been for him to get inside of me as often as possible. How he had needed to breed me just as much as I had needed to get his semen and the virus it carried. "Please," Jason begged. "Breed me, Nathan. Make me your boy. Make me your poz boy." I remembered that night I had first said that to Alan. It had been the first weekend we had spent together. A weekend when his raw cock seemed to never leave my hole. I had told him what I needed, in explicit detail. In return, he had given me a kiss, a hard thrust, and a thick, toxic, poz load deep in my hole. Of course, that was years ago, before drugs, before it got so much safer to fuck raw. I wondered how long it would take Jason, if he would ever be able to get what we needed to share. I leaned in and kissed Jason. I forced my hard cock into his tender hole one more time. I stopped trying to hold back. I grunted, I moaned, and my cock exploded inside of him. I could feel each spurt of deadly semen jet into Jason. I wondered if he could feel my poz load entering him as well. "Fuck, that's a big load," Jason said, answering my question for me. "I'm sorry. I couldn't hold back. But there will be plenty more for you," I said. "I know. This is ok," Jason said. "This is exactly what I wanted from you. What I needed from you" Even after my balls were drained of their deadly contents, my cock couldn't go soft. The Viagra was working its magic on me, and for a change, the crystal and ecstasy were not hurting at all. But the biggest factor was just Jason. I wondered what was going to happen to him, to us once he became infected. Hopefully, it would not be a question of if, but it would be a question of when. Was he just using me for this disease I carried? The disease he wanted so badly now. Or was there something more between us? We stayed connected, with my still-hard cock inside his beautiful hole and our sweat-soaked bodies sticking together, kissing the entire time. All things had to come to and end and my cock was starting to soften. Finally, it slipped out. It had felt like hours, but a glance at the clock showed that it was only fifteen minutes. "You ok?" I asked him, as I tried to stand up, stretch, and see if my legs could support me. To answer me, Jason put his legs back up in the air, and pulled on an ass cheek, exposing his hole to me. I could see a small rivulet of dirty white sperm dripping out of his hole. He smiled at me. "I am now." One of his fingers disappeared into his hole, displacing a bit more sperm. "You absolutely sure?" I asked. On the bed table was a camera; I grabbed it, and kneeled down by the bed, right on level with his hole. It was a bit hard to focus in the dim light, but years of practice had taught me how. "Your hole is dripping," I said. "I know. I can feel all that cum up there, becoming a permanent part of me. Your cum. Your virus. You." He pulled his finger out and even more jizz dripped out of his hole. I took more close-ups of his wet, spermy hole, basking in the happy knowledge that I had given him much of that sperm. "I like having you inside me. I like having you near me. And I really like being high with you," he continued. I stood back up, admiring how Jason was slowly moving his body, like he was feeling himself for the first time. He was at peace with himself, even compared to just thirty minutes earlier. I took a few more pictures, as he continued to finger and touch himself. He was smiling, staring at me. "You're fucking beautiful," I said. "Even more beautiful knowing how much cum is in your hole." "You really think so?" he asked. His finger disappeared back into his hole, and all I could imagine that it was my cock back in his warm, welcoming depths. Before my eyes, right then, his body had aged and grown to complete perfection. He was a young, sexual man at his absolute prime. I feared that in my next breath, in the next click of my shutter, that perfect moment would pass, lost forever. But I didn't have to worry. It might have been the perfect moment, but it was clear it would be just one of many perfect moments we would share tonight. And hopefully for many more nights to come. "Yeah, I do," I said, letting the camera drop to my side. I wanted to just watch Jason without a camera and viewfinder between us. He sat up, sitting on the side of the bed. I leaned in to kiss him. "I could stare at you all day." "Thanks. You don't have to say that, to get into my hole, you know. You can fuck me any time you want." I lifted the camera back up, to try to get the perfect shot of his smile. "You mind if I hit the pipe again?" he asked, pointing at the glass pipe still on the bed table. "Not at all," I said, as he picked it up and the lighter. While Jason heated up the bowl, I started to put down the camera. "You don't have to put it away," he said, still focusing on the bowl as it slowly filled with the white clouds. "I trust you," he said. I pressed the shutter button. The torch illuminated his face. He put the pipe to his lips. "Go ahead," he said, before he started to inhale. "I want all of this recorded. I want to remember every part of this weekend." I knew what he wanted, and I took more pictures as he did his hit from the pipe. I was so turned on, watching him get high, and knowing how far gone he already was. He was doing this for me. He had opened himself up to me entirely, letting me see his darkest, most intimate desires. And, he was letting me record all of it. He exhaled, and a thick white cloud engulfed his head. I continued to take pictures, mostly because I did not know what else to do right then. Jason did two more hits off the pipe, each one producing a cloud bigger than the one that came before. Then he held the pipe out for me. "Swap," he said. "You hit the pipe, and I'll take the pictures."

4. Jason I lay in waiting for the fourth and last guy, in the dim room. The other three had been almost back-to-back, coming in as soon as the earlier one had left. This pause was unexpected, but not unwelcome. I was lying on my stomach, trying my best to keep all of the sperm donations inside of me. In the dark and lonely room, each drop of spooge felt like a precious gift and I wanted all of them to stay inside me. The door cracked open slightly, and I thought it was the last man entering. But the door didn't open any further. "It's me," Nathan said, through the mostly closed door. "Are you ok in there?" Nathan asked me. "Yeah, I'm good. Very good," I said. I was warm and happy, the drugs had put me in a good mood, and the long, intimate fucks had put me in an even better mood. "Just need a cock in my hole again," I said. He laughed. "Well, if you need it, there should is a toy or two in the night stand. Michael is a bit late; I'll let you rest while we wait. Or you can play, if you want." He closed the door; I hadn't even gotten to see Nathan's face. I lay there, trying not to think about anything in particular. But Nathan had put the idea in my mind, and before long, all I could think about was having a toy up my ass. I scrambled to the side of the bed, staying on my stomach in order to not to lose any of the cum. I opened the drawer. Like Nathan had said, there were a few dildos and butt plugs in the drawer. I pulled out one of the smaller, thinner vibrators. Before I realized what I was doing, I had it on, and was reaching back to rub the tip along my well-used hole. It didn't take much effort for it to slide in. I was already well lubricated, and the vibration of the toy easily cut through any remaining resistance. Nor did it take long for me to find the perfect spot for it. That spot was deep enough to help massage the semen into my ass, but also positioned just right to target my prostate. Despite all of the drugs I had done, under the stimulation, my cock started to stir once more beneath me. I was enjoying the sensation of the jizz getting worked into me so much that I knew if I continued the play I'd be shooting my load far sooner than I had planned. But, after a few minutes of working that vibrator in and out of my hole, I was rescued by the sound of the doorbell. It would be the last man of the afternoon. I eased the toy out of my hole, clenching my ass around it so as not to loose a single drop of the many men's sperm donations. Just as I was getting the last bit out, there was a knock on the door. "Ready?" Nathan asked. "Of course," I said, rolling over onto my back. Before the door fully opened, I noticed a wet spot on the bed where my cock had been dripping pre-cum. But, before I could do anything about it, the last man of the day walked in. He was a little older than the other three guys, probably in his late forties. He was taller, about 6'2, and thin. He had short-cropped hair, with a goatee as well. Both of them were dark, flecked with grey. He had a white t-shirt on and jeans; his hairy arms showed a few tattoos. When he walked in, I quickly read his t-shirt. It said, "If it's not rape, it's not fun." On someone else, it might have been funny, but on him, it was menacing, almost scary. I knew instinctively that he believed it. My cock twitched in unknowing excitement and anticipation. "This the faggot?" he sneered. "Yeah. He's Jason," Nathan answered. "He's new at this. Go easy on him." "You know how I roll," he answered. "Yeah, I do," Nathan said. "That's why I'm telling you to go easy on him. And that's why I'm worried." He slowly shut the door and then it was just the two of us, alone. I said, "I'm Jason," as he walked to the bed. "Yeah, faggot, I heard." He dropped a small backpack next to the bed. "I'm Michael. But you can call me Sir." "Yes Sir," I answered. With him closer to me, I could smell the aggression and masculinity pouring off his body. It was just one more drug for me, and even against some instinct for self-preservation, I still couldn't get enough of it. "So, faggot. You want to die?" The bluntness of the question shocked me. Before I could figure out exactly what he really meant, I was terrified about what I had gotten myself into. Finally, I realized he meant the virus and getting infected. Or at least I hoped he did. "Yeah, I am." "Yeah, what, Faggot?" He was standing over the bed, staring down at me relentlessly with steel-grey eyes. "Yes, Sir," I said, learning how he wanted me to address him. "Good faggot. You learn quickly." I was already breathing hard, scared at what I was imagining this man could do to me. But, at the same time, my cock was twitching and trying to get hard from the excitement. "Get on your knees, faggot. Suck my cock." I got off the bed, onto the floor and onto my knees. I must have hesitated or been too slow, because Michael said, "Now, bitch. There's other boys literally dying for my sperm." As fast as I could, I got on my knees right in front of him. He undid his jeans and a thick, semi-hard cock flopped out. There was the glint of a heavy cockring wrapped around his balls. I looked up at him, his expressionless face staring down at me. "Please? Sir?" I asked, my mouth open and ready. "Do it, faggot," he said. I took his cockhead in my mouth and started to lick on his piss slit. As soon as my tongue touched his head, he dribbled a slow stream of pre-cum. I was surprised at how bitter it was, compared to the other men from the afternoon. Still, I knew that not swallowing it wasn't an option. "Swallow it all, queer," he said, letting me know my guess was right. He put one hand on the back of my head and forced me further down, swallowing more of his cock. He worked fast. When his cockhead hit the back of my throat, I needed a break or at least a pause in his relentless penetration. I pushed my head back, against his hand, but he wasn't having any of it. "If you have to, choke on it, bitch," he said, and continued to force his cock into my throat. I struggled to relax, but as his shaft pressed against my tonsils and cut off my air, I couldn't stop myself from gagging. At least Michael let go of my head for a moment and let me catch my breath. "Gonna have to do better next time, cocksucker." "Just let me catch my breath, Sir," I gasped. Even though his cock was a lot smaller than Eli's, I found it far harder to take in my mouth. It was the attitude. With Eli, we both wanted it to work, to get his cock in my throat. But with Michael, this wasn't oral sex; it was already a straight up face-fuck. Our entire encounter was going to be about power, Michael exerting his power over me and me giving any power I had left to him. "Fuck cocksucker, you're here for my pleasure. I'm getting a lot of pleasure out of seeing you choke on my tool," Michael said, re-enforcing what I had just realized. It didn't make me feel any better to have my instincts confirmed; I wondered what other instincts about Michael would be later confirmed. I opened my mouth to get some air but immediately, his cock found its way back in. "Just work on the head, bitch. Get it nice and wet and hard." As I sucked on the head, his cock hardened. He was about seven inches and a decent thickness. Nothing like Eli, but more than enough to make me uncomfortable. "Yeah, that's it bitch. Take more of it," he said, forcing more of his tool into my mouth. This time it was a little easier for me to accommodate. "You know you need it." Keeping his cock in my mouth, I looked up at him. He was staring down at me with an evil grin. I knew the face-fucking was only beginning of what he wanted to do to me. He pulled off his shirt, exposing a chest covered with thick, dark hair and two pierced nipples. His chest was untrimmed, except for a patch right above his pubes. The hair there was thin enough to expose a brilliant red biohazard tattoo. I was staring at it. "Like that, faggot?" he asked. It was right in front of me, reminding me exactly what I was getting myself into. "Yes, Sir," I managed to say even with my mouth still full of his cock. "Don't worry. You'll be ready to get one in no time. Marking you as biohazardous waste for the rest of your life." He pushed his cock further in and his cockhead was now nestled against the back of my throat. "Ready to choke, bitch?" he asked. It was a rhetorical question, but I still shook my head no, hoping for the best. I still needed to recover. "Too bad," he said, as his cockhead popped into my throat. He had gone too fast again, and almost immediately, I was back to gagging. "Fuck, cocksucker. Can't you get this right?" he said, pulling his cock all the way out. "How many guys have you sucked off today, faggot?" His cock stayed hard, glistening with my spit, taunting me with my inability to deep-throat it. I paused trying to remember again how many there had been. "If you have to stop and think, it's too many," Michael said laughing. "Total slut. Must be dripping with all sorts of bugs now. Gonna be a diseased leper if you keep the whoring up." He stepped back and kicked off his jeans. His legs were just as hairy as the rest of his body and there was a tattoo wrapped around his left leg. From what I could see it was a simple tribal pattern. "I think I need some protection against you and all those diseases you're picking up," he said. He reached into his bag, and pulled out a pair of latex gloves. He put them on, snapping them forcefully before returning his attention to me. "Much better. I gotta be careful handling medical-grade waste like you, faggot." With one hand, he opened my mouth, and used his other hand to guide his cock into it. The rubber taste was harsh and clinical in my mouth; I knew it would make my gagging even worse. This time, Michael didn't take his time or even give me any chance to adjust. His cock went straight to the back of my mouth. It pressed into my throat before I could even get comfortable. Michael grabbed the poppers off the bed table, and held them under my nose. I did a short hit. I nodded my head that I was good. "Come on, cocksucker. Let's do this right the first time. No gagging." he said. He kept the bottle in place under my nose, giving me no choice but to keep on breathing it in the vapors. As the drug diffused into my body, and relaxed me, I instinctively held my mouth open and let my throat slacken. My world had narrowed down to just his cock and I wanted it deep in me. I no longer cared how he was treating me, what he was thinking about me, or anything else. I just wanted to worship him and let him know his cock was my world. "Good faggot," he said. That was the highest praise I could ever expect from him. I let him slide his cock into my throat, feeling it choke me. I didn't care. I even started to enjoy the feeling of his cock cutting off my ability to breathe. I took a chance and looked up at him. He was finally smiling. "Right on, bitch. You know what a man needs." His cock was now balls-deep in my mouth and I could feel my throat straining to accommodate its width. He cleared his throat and I thought he was about to say something. I was staring up at him, amazed at how he had turned into my personal cock-god. I knew full well it was the poppers driving my worship of him, not any sort of reality. Suddenly, he spat right in my face, the miasma of snot, phlegm, and saliva landing across my cheeks and nose. "Faggot doesn't even mind when he's spit on," he said. He reached down, and with one of his gloved hands, rubbed the spit all over my face. Then he wiped off what had been left on his glove across my shoulder and chest. "You're getting the first bit of my DNA, cocksucker, and you have no reaction?" In the popper haze, I couldn't tell how to react. My depraved cum-hungry self loved the display of power and cockiness of his action. I wanted him to wash my face with his spit. On the other hand, the still coherent, not tweaked-out part of me knew it was degrading and not something I should take. But, drugs and poppers won, and as best I could, with his cock buried in my throat, I croaked out "More, Sir." "Right on, faggot!" he answered. "Cocksucker, you know you love this humiliation." He didn't do anything immediately but just continued to fuck my throat. I was still flying on the poppers and enjoyed every degrading moment of the throat-fuck. Being able to suck on a man's cock was simply my world; that he was forcing it into my throat was heaven. It was just the tina, assisted by the poppers, but I didn't care. Unfortunately, the poppers wore off, and I was back in the crystal-mediated sordid reality: I had a thick cock lodged in my throat, I was right on the edge of gagging, and my face was smeared with another man's spit. "Oh yeah, faggot," Michael said, "Can't stop now." He knew I was coming down from the popper high, but he didn't care. "Feels so good." He cleared his throat again, and spit. It landed right in my eyes, stinging. I started to wipe it off, but he batted back my hand. "Wear it with pride, bitch." He reached down with his gloved hand and once more rubbed his sputum all over my face. I did my best to take the degradation, but between the poppers wearing off, and the impersonal feel of the latex on my face, I started to gag again. I accidentally bit down slightly on his cock while I was trying to get some relief. He slapped my face hard, saying "No teeth, cocksucker," but he also pulled his cock out. "Lick my balls, faggot," he said. I welcomed the chance to no longer have his cock forced down my throat, to try to catch my breath and to focus on something other than his cock invading my body. His balls were hairy and they hung low, heavy with their deadly fluid. Sooner or later, that poz cum was going to be injected into me, and I would be begging for it. For now though, I focused on sucking first on one of those warm eggs and then the other one. As I calmed down from the agony of the throat fuck, one of my hands dropped down to my cock. I started to play with myself. However, the crystal was doing its work and despite being turned on by the scene, my cock was only barely erect. Michael noticed my move. "Playing with yourself, cocksucker?" he asked. I nodded and focused all of my attention on his balls. "You been partying, cocksucker?" "Yes, Sir," I said, taking a brief break from his nutsack. "Kinda guessed, by how hungry you were for a real man's cock." He grabbed the back of my head. His hands were still gloved. He held me in place, right against his balls. I opened wide and managed to get both of them in my mouth. "Damn, that feels good, faggot." He made no move to let me go, and I realized in my current position, I could barely breathe. Finally, as I was on the verge of passing out, he let me go. "Want some more tina bitch?" I was feeling satisfied and well-tweaked, but Michael decided he had a better answer to the question than me. "Of course you want more. Your mouth is just too full to answer politely, right?" He pushed his cockhead into my open mouth, shoving it against the back of my throat. Luckily, he didn't try to force it any deeper. I did what I had to do and started to suck on his shaft. "Right on, cocksucker. Show me how much you love my cock." After a bit of intense cockworship, he pulled me off his cock. "Stay there," he said. He reached into his bag and pulled out a pipe and a lighter. "Let's get me high and you tweaked the fuck out, faggot," he said, handing me the pipe. "Do the first hit, bitch." I didn't want to over-do it and I knew what I had already done with Sean and Eli. But there was no harm in just one more small hit from the pipe, so I took the stem of the pipe in my mouth. Michael lit the torch under the bowl. It didn't take long for the drug to melt and I inhaled deeply a few times, before I pulled the pipe away. "Hold it, tweaker," he said, and I did. The bowl was still smoking slightly when I exhaled the small cloud. "Fuck, cocksucker, that's not even a warm-up hit. Do it again, and do it properly," Michael said. I was a bit hesitant, but I convinced myself it would be just one more hit. I hoped that I could still control myself and keep my composure, even around someone as aggressive as Michael. "Do it, faggot," Michael said, reminding me of just how controlling he wanted to be. I put the pipe back in my mouth, and again Michael lit the torch. "Real hit this time, cocksucker." I did as I was told. In deep gasps, I inhaled as much of the drug as I could. I stared up at Michael's grey eyes, watching them carefully for a sign that I had done enough. Finally, he gave me the faintest hint of a nod, and I knew he was satisfied with my efforts. "Hold that," he said. He pulled the pipe from my mouth and put it in his mouth. He sucked down on it, taking a bigger hit than I did. He held it for what seemed like hours. "You can breath out now," he said, finally. I had nearly passed out trying to hold it. I exhaled quickly and gasped for air. The thick white cloud from the huge hit I had just done nearly enveloped my head. I wanted that to be enough to satisfy Michael, because I was already feeling a little light-headed and tweaked out from it. "Nice," he said, trying not to let any of his own hit escape. "Now, shotgun, faggot." He leaned over and forced his mouth against mine. I didn't have a chance to react, and before I knew it, I had inhaled most of his hit. "Right on," Michael said. "Got a good tweak starting here, faggot. Raping your bitch ass is gonna be fucking sweet." I held the hit as long as I could, before finally exhaling. "I think I'm good, Sir." I said. It would be a few more minutes before those hits of tina finally got to me in full. My mind was already only thinking about sex, raw, bareback, man-to-man sex. I had to pace myself. I wanted a cock in my mouth, a cock in my ass, and most of all, I wanted sperm deep in my hole. Any more crystal and I couldn't control my base urges. Michael sat down on the edge of the bed, his legs spread wide. "I'm not good yet, faggot," Michael said. "Which means you're certainly not good yet." He put the pipe back in his mouth, but before he started to smoke it, he paused. "Show my dick some mouth-love, cocksucker, while I do another hit." I was still kneeling down so I leaned into his groin and took his dickhead into my mouth. The torch flared and the crystal sizzled in the pipe while Michael did a hit. My role was clear. I licked off his accumulated pre-cum and worked my way down his shaft. Michael took a long hit and then he held it. His free hand dropped down to the back of my head and pressed me down on his cock. The gloves were still on, and the latex was an unfamiliar sensation against my scalp. I felt more like a sex toy than a sexual partner for Michael. But the meth was starting to power my actions, and I let his hard cock slip into my throat with hardly a protest. Surprisingly though, my throat readily opened up to let his shaft enter me. "Right on cocksucker, let me slide into that cocktube of yours," he said, as he exhaled his hit. "Feels fucking good. Let's get you another good hit, and see what you'll do after that takes effect." With his cock buried in my throat, I did my best to shake my head "no." I had done more than enough crystal for the afternoon, and was still waiting for the full effects of these most recent hits to kick in. "Come on faggot, that wasn't a question. It was an order." He pulled my head off of his cock and quickly stuck the pipe back in my mouth. I was almost at face level with him, staring into his cold, grey eyes. "No pussy hit like earlier. Got it cocksucker?" I nodded in stunned agreement as he lit the torch. It didn't take long for the still-warm bowl to fill with smoke and I sucked on it as he wanted. Michael kept the torch up close against the pipe, making sure that every puff I took was thick with the drug. After what seemed like at least ten minutes, he finally pulled the torch back. The bowl slowly cooled down, crackling the entire time. "Get back on my cock," he ordered me, as he took the pipe out of my mouth. I did as I was told. I knew not to even dare to exhale my latest hit. I was starting to shake from the crystal and this hit was going to push me further than I had ever gone before. But, already cautious of Michael's temper, I couldn't dare exhale. I wrapped my lips around his cock, and let it invade my body once more. When it hit the back of my throat, I didn't hesitate, and kept right on swallowing it. "Right on, faggot. Worship that cock like you were born to." Michael flicked the torch again and sucked on the pipe. I wondered how he responded to crystal and what he had in store for me. I focused on his cock, now a hard shaft deep in my throat and dominating my thoughts. He sucked down on the pipe seemingly forever, but was only an average-sized hit. As he finished his hit, I also reached the point where I needed to breathe, and couldn't hold my hit any longer. I exhaled, and hoped that the size of the cloud would satisfy Michael. I kept my eyes tightly shut. I was terrified of seeing another thin wisp of weak smoke, because Michael would make me do another hit. That would be one hit too many for me. As I exhaled Michael said, "Finally, a real hit." I relaxed, glad that he was finally satisfied. He grabbed my head, pulling me off his cock, and on level with his mouth. He motioned for me to shotgun his hit: my optimism that he was done with me getting high dashed. I had no choice, and let him force his hit into me. It was another thick cloud, bigger than mine. When he released his lip-lock on me, there was still enough smoke to engulf both of us. As the smoke cleared, I saw he was still staring at me, his grey eyes scanning my face. I was immediately self-conscious. I was smacking my lips involuntarily from the drug, and I knew my cock had shrunk under the crystal's influence. "Fuck faggot, you're tweaked up," Michael said. "Now, let's see if you can get hard for me." He pushed me back on my knees. I waited, not sure what he wanted me to do. "Go ahead, play with yourself," he said. I reached down to my cock. As I suspected, the crystal had hit me hard and my cock was a soft and unresponsive lump. It felt good to be playing with it, but it remained limp and soft. "What's the matter, faggot? Scared by me?" Michael laughed. He ran his hand over his cock, taunting me with how hard and erect he was. "Get on the bed. Time for you to get fucked," he said. "Don't worry, cocksucker, you can still play with that tiny boy-clit of yours." When I got on the bed, I looked down. Under the influence of the tina, my cock had shrunk down, and was now just a flaccid, short stub of a man's cock. Michael calling it a boy-clit wasn't far from the truth. But, Under the influence of the tina, I was only worried about my hole and getting another load up there. "On you back, bitch," Michael ordered. "Legs up in the air for me." I did as I was told, lifting my legs up in the air, and exposing my already well-used hole to Michael. "Spread your cheeks for me." I did as I was told and reached down to pull my ass cheeks apart. I was totally exposed to Michael. I had given up any pretense of modesty and masculinity. If Michael had any doubts about his superior role and dominance over me, they were erased by my abject submission in showing him my wet and cummy hole. "Please, Sir, use my hole," I begged. "Fuck it hard." "Your hole?" Michael said, laughing. "No, faggot, that's my personal cunt now." He stuck a finger into his new toy. It slid in easily. Earlier it had been lubricated by some lube, but now it was primarily slicked up by the thick loads left behind by Sean, Jake and Eli. "Fuck, that's a scum-filled hole. How many loads up there, homo?" "Three, sir." I was surprised I was able to remember the number so quickly. I could hardly focus on more than just holding my butt cheeks apart. My mind was racing; I wanted to ride a cock; I wanted to stroke my flaccid little dick; I wanted to be a purely sexual being; and I wanted to satisfy all of my desires. "Dirty slut," he said. He pulled his finger out of my hole, and gave me a hard slap. He kneelt down, looked in his bag, and rummaged around for something. Finally, he found what he had been searching for, and stood back up. He had a small square package. "Gonna need this, I think." He held it up and in the light I could see it was a condom. "You don't need to use that, Sir," I said. "I don't care if you bareback me. And you can definitely cum in me, if you want, Sir." I couldn't believe that he was going to wear a rubber. He would be denying me the pleasure of his raw cock, not to mention wasting his precious toxic seed. "I want you to fuck me raw." "Oh, don't worry, cumbucket. This is about protecting me from you, not you from me." He held the small packet in front of me. Up close, I could see that the wrapper was riddled with small holes. He had repeatedly stuck a thumbtack or something through it. "Keeps my cock safe from all your filthy assjuices, but don't worry. You'll still get every drop of my rare and toxic dicksnot." He opened up the packet and pulled out the rubber. I couldn't see the holes in the thin sheath, but they were there. When Michael shot his load, it would flow out of the condom and into my hole. I wondered if he knew something I didn't: Jake, Sean, Eli, and certainly Nathan had all seemed very clean and healthy. But maybe they had something else? I had come to peace with the virus, maybe even needed it now. However, I hadn't thought about all the other germs out there. I twisted my head just enough to see him unroll the useless protection over his erect shaft. "Ready, faggot?" he asked, as he poured a few drops of lube on his now rubberized cock and rubbed it over the full length of his shaft. "Do you have to, Sir?" I asked. "I mean, with the rubber?" I didn't want to deal with a rubber-covered cock in my hole now. I had gotten so used to the intimacy and masculinity of raw fucking that going back would be difficult and almost wrong. Also in my mind was that if Michael couldn't feel how warm, wet, and human my hole was, he would never be able to see me as more than just a hole to fuck. "You like my cock, cocksucker?" he asked, grabbing it and shaking it a bit. "Yes, Sir. I do. I want to feel it in me. I want to make you feel good and get you off. I want your cock. I want every raw inch of it, Sir. I really want to feel it in me, nothing between us." "Right on, homo. And I like my cock as well. It gets me what I want: a bunch of pussy bottoms begging me to fuck them. I'm not going to risk something happening to it. Especially when I am sticking it in a dirty, hole like yours." He knelt back on the bed and lined his cockhead up with my hole, ready to penetrate me. As the taut rubber touched me, I tried my best not to recoil. "No, no, bitch," he said, as he grabbed my waist and held me in place. "You're going to take my cock like Nathan promised me you would." I fumbled about the bed with one hand, and found the bottle of poppers. I held it under my nose and inhaled deeply. As the warm tingle saturated my body, I was able to relax, and let Michael do whatever he wanted. It was not my place to demand anything from him. Possibly, even to make a request of him. It was my place to do what he wanted, and if he wanted to protect himself from the dangers of my unsafe sex practices, it was his right. I would be happy to get a load from him however he wanted to give it to me. Realizing what I was here for and helped by the waves of tina and poppers, I stopped trying to fight it and relaxed. Michael felt the change, and took the opportunity to insert his rubber-covered cock into my hole. I was happy to have something, anything, back in my hole. Even though I wanted the closeness of a raw cock, the rubberized shaft still helped scratch my itch. Although, I was starting to wonder about Michael. Did I really want to be closer to him? He seemed conflicted and troubled, from his t-shirt that read, "If it's not rape, it's not fun," to his obvious fear of skin-to-skin contact and what that could mean. If he had been inside me raw, I'd find out things about his sexuality and how he expressed it that I would prefer not to know. "There you go, cocktube. You've got a real man's cock inside you now." His cock wasn't nearly as big as Eli's, so it was easy for me to take him sliding the entire thing into me. When he hit the base, he paused for a second. "Take another hit of those poppers," he said. I did so, even before the first hit had taken full effect. The two hits re-enforced each other and together with the crystal, I stopped even caring about the rubber. I had finally found a comfortable headspace where I was happy that a man was fucking my ass, that he would eventually get off on my hole, and I would get his cum. I no longer cared that he thought of me as a little more than a receptacle for his wastes or that he barely touched me with his own skin. He just preferred to keep me isolated by layers of rubber and protection, and that was ok for me. Now that his cock had gotten all the way in, Michael leaned into me and pressed the full weight of his body against mine. He was pumping my hole hard and with each stroke forced the accumulated spooge ever deeper into my body. "Not a half bad ass, faggot. You might just be able to get me off," he said. I was doing my best to let his cock sink into me, but my body was rebelling against it. Suddenly, I hated the feel of the rubber against my hole. I still wasn't even sure if I wanted Michael inside of me, but if he was going to be fucking me, I didn't want his cock swathed and covered. Unlike the other three men this afternoon, it was impossible to create a connection with Michael. To him, I was just a hole and not even a human. This was just about him and his cock. It was about what would get him off and an important part of him getting off was to make me feel as small as possible. "Play with your clit for me, homo. I want to hear you moan," he said. As he spoke, my cock shrank even more. "Please sir, don't call it a clit," I asked. "It's my cock, Sir." Of all the things he had done so far, that was the most demeaning to me. Michael stopped fucking suddenly. He roughly pulled his cock out of my hole. "This, faggot, is a cock," he said, wielding it like a sword, ready to do battle with my ass. "It's long, it's hard, and it's thick. It's dripping pre-cum, and it's going to knock you up good." With his gloved hand, he grabbed my small, soft shaft, and pulled on it uselessly. "This, well, this is a boy-clit. Tiny, pink, soft, and useless. Like a little girl's clitoris. You know how a girl masturbates, homo?" I shook my head no. I was sorry I had asked him; feeling the rubber glove on my cock had only made everything far worse. "They just put a vibrator against their clit. Let's see if that works for you, faggot." The dildo from earlier was still on the bed. Michael grabbed it and, turning it on, pressed it against my soft and flaccid shaft. Simultaneously, he sank his hard cock back into my used hole. The two sensations shot through my body and I moaned uncontrollably. "See? Just like a girl." He pressed the buzzing dildo hard against my cock and continued to pound my hole just as hard. "It's your boy-clit. Maybe one day you'll get a real cock like mine. That is, if you're not dead from some disease first." I gave up, defeated. I couldn't tell Michael but the dildo against my cock felt amazing. Despite my soft state I was going to start to drip pre-cum soon if he kept it up. "You do it faggot," he said, handing me the toy. "I'm here to get off and maybe get you knocked up, not to rub your clit." I took the toy, and pressed it against my cock. As I rubbed it against my shaft and my balls, I was leaking pre-cum. "Yeah, faggot. You're getting all wet, aren't you? I can feel your dirty little cunt getting all moist. You wanna get knocked up, don't you?" "Please, Sir, I want it. Please, seed my cunt, Sir." I was thinking exactly the way that Michael wanted me to think. I was playing with my boy-clit while he was deep-fucking my cunt. I knew it wasn't what I wanted but he had gotten me into the headspace. "Fucking nasty faggot. Begging me to kill him," Michael said. "Your little boyfriend tell you all about my toxic seed?" "No Sir, he didn't." Nathan had told me nothing about the men, other than all of them were poz and some of them would want to party. With my free hand, I grabbed the poppers and did another hit. Michael smiled and waited for the poppers to hit me. "Fucking full-blown AIDS, faggot. I'm fucking AIDS cum into your dirty little cunt." As he said it, he slammed his cock into me particularly hard. I yelped a bit, not expecting the sudden forcefulness. "Right on, homo. When you start to hurt, that's when I start to have fun." He slammed into me again, the rubber tearing against my tender skin. I winced and took another hit from the bottle. "Are you on meds, Sir?" I asked, as I put the bottle back down. "Hell no. I'm not going to kill my beautiful virus. I want to pass it on, to good little fags like you." "How did you get it, Sir?" I continued. I wasn't sure if it was an appropriate question for Michael. He was guarded about certain parts of his life, even if it was masked by his arrogance. Before I could think about it much more, he slapped my face hard. The gloved hand was harsh against my skin. "Uppity cunt," he said. "But, to answer your question, fucking too many filthy faggot holes. Holes just like yours, cesspools of disease and depravity." He slammed his cock in again, hard, and I let go another with yelp of pain. He rubbed a gloved hand against my face where he had just slapped me. "Too much, homo?" he asked me. I was surprised he'd even ask me. It was out of character for him to offer me this kind of attention. "A bit, yes Sir." "Ahh. That's too bad. At least for you. Because it's hardly enough for me. And I need to get off." He grabbed my legs, and even though I was impaled on his cock, he managed to flip me over onto my knees. "Much better. I don't have to look at your face anymore, cocksucker. And I can fuck you even harder." He grabbed my hips with both hands, and pulled me back onto his cock. I grunted, and pressed the vibrator harder against my cock. "You're gonna get my virus, faggot. And you're going to beg for it, like the cockholster you are." "Please, Sir. Give it to me." If I begged like he asked, maybe he'd cum faster. "Fuck yeah, fuckhole. That's all that you're good for. Pleasuring a real man's cock. Taking my dirty dicksnot. Only reason you're here, faggot, and nothing else." Michael took a hand off my waist and rested it on my shoulder. He pressed down, forcing my face into the bed. "Take it, fuckhole. Take my hard, infected cock deep in your filthy hole." I hated that he was treating me like this; I was just a receptacle for his cock and his sperm. Before I could dwell on it too much, he thrust hard into my hole again, and I had to do my best to stifle the grunt of pain. "Quiet, faggot," he said. "Good cum buckets take what they are given. And you're a good cum bucket, aren't you?" "Yes Sir," I said, forced to speak into the bed. "Right on, faggot," he said. "You want to be just another cum bucket, don't you? Just like all your faggot friends?" "Yes Sir," I said again. I wanted another load of sperm fucked into my hole. If it required being just a tube for Michael, well, I was trying to convince myself that I wanted what Michael was telling me I should want. "Please, make me your cum hole." "Right on, faggot. Took you a while, but you're finally learning what you are," he said. He gave me another hard thrust and again, I yelped in pain. I had never bottomed for a top with a condom. Until now, the few times I had been a bottom, it had been for raw tops. I hadn't realized how much a condom could hurt the bottom. No matter what happened next, I made a silent vow that I'd never make a bottom take a covered cock again. "You ready for my load, hole?" "Of course Sir, I am. It's what I am here for." My ass had been rubbed raw from his pounding. I was needy, already craving another round of lubrication, even from a man like Michael. "Of course you are. Come on hole. What's your name again?” "Jason, Sir." Was I so unimportant to him that he had already forgotten my name? "No, Hole, that's not your name. Tell me your name, Hole." He emphasized "hole," and I knew what was expected of me. "Hole, Sir. I'm just here for your pleasure, just a cum hole for your pleasure. Something for you to fuck your load into." "Fucking right, cum hole. Going to blast a load of full-blown AIDS cum into you, slap a hazardous waste sticker on your ass, and forget you ever existed. At least until I'm horny again and need another dirty cumhole to unload in." He was pounding my ass hard now. Even though he was the smallest cock I had taken that afternoon, the rubber made it the most intense and painful fuck. I must have been grunting in pain, because Michael picked up on my discomfort. "Hurts, doesn't it, hole? And the rubber isn't even protecting you one bit. At least it protects me from what ever else you've picked up. But you know the irony of all this, Hole?" "No Sir," I said. His cock was still pistoning in and out of me, the rubber still tearing at my guts. "No matter how much cum you take from me, you won't ever be more than just a faggot cum dump for us real men. Toss me the poppers, faggot." I handed him the small brown bottle. "Time to inject you with something real. Get you filled with AIDS, hole. You ready to die?" "Please, Sir, Fill your hole with your poz cum," I moaned. Michael pulled all the way out. "No hole, it's not poz cum you're gonna get. What is it?" Suddenly empty, I realized how much succor I had derived from his cock, even as painful and unpleasant as it had been. I needed it back in me. I didn't know what he wanted me to say, either, which meant I wasn't going to get his tool either. "What am I going to give you, hole?" "AIDS, Sir," I said. "Fill me up with your AIDS jizz." It was the right answer; he forced his cock back into my ass, the rubber tearing up my ass even more. It felt like I was bleeding, it hurt so badly. This would feel so much better, be so much easier to take if there was just some additional lubrication. If the only alternative for me was his toxic AIDS cum, well, the entire point of this evening was to get as many different guys' sperm into my body as I could. "Of course I am, hole. That's all you're here for. To take a true man's sperm up your faggot cunt." He slapped me hard on the ass and slammed his cock deep inside me. "Too bad the best holes become contaminated. They all seem to die so quickly." "You like my hole, Sir?" I asked. I barely thought before I said it and immediately regretted it. I had been fighting to keep my identity as a person, not just something little more than a hole for his pleasure. My short utterance made it that much harder for me to think of myself as human. "It's just ok. A bit loose and sloppy, but still fuckable." Michael paused for a moment and inhaled from the bottle of poppers. "It's not a bad hole. You'll probably get a few guys wanting to fuck you. I'd probably fuck you again" He exhaled the hit, and paused while it took effect. "Getting close, here, hole. Ready for the kill shot?" "Yes, Sir. I want your seed." He handed me the poppers. He didn't need to tell me to do a hit. I held the bottle under my nose and inhaled. As the warm feeling of the popper high suffused my body, I expected my mind to start flying, chasing fleeting thoughts in a confused jumble of sex. Instead, I was totally focused on the hard cock sliding in and out of my abused hole. It was getting hard and was ready to shoot. I wondered if Michael's load would feel different. He had said several times that he wasn't just HIV-positive, but had full-blown AIDS. Michael didn't look particularly sick, but I had never seen him in good light. As his deadly cock pressed into me, getting ever closer to injecting its toxic payload, I wondered again if getting infected was really what I wanted. "Fuck yeah, hole. Gonna breed that faggot hole good. Get my hole all knocked up, watch this cum dump get all sick," Michael was muttering. I got scared. Now, for the first time, I didn't want to go through with the inevitable breeding. With Nathan, the sex was great and sharing his sperm at the end was a way to say how much I cared for him, and how much he cared for me. But with Michael, breeding was a way for him to get out his last bits of anger and establish his dominance. I tried to convince myself that it was his fear that was destroying his body, not the virus, but it was a difficult truth to believe. Maybe, hopefully, it was not the disease that was causing his anger; it sometimes affected the brain. "You ready hole?" he said, his cock hard and thick, deep in my hole. "Ready for my AIDS juice?" "Please, Sir, I'm not sure anymore." He shoved his cock hard into my hole. Tears came to my eyes from the intensity of the pounding. Finally, everything was too much: the fucking was too hard, the scene was too dehumanizing, and I no longer knew what I wanted. I gave up, losing all control over my emotions, and started to cry. He showed no mercy at all, not even indicating that he noticing the tears streaming down my face or my sobs. He continued to fuck my hole without slowing down; he may have even sped up when the tears started. "Please, Sir?" "Too late for you, cumhole," he said through clenched teeth. His cock thrust into me again and again, and it pulsed deep inside my body. He was cumming. Each drop of his deadly cock fluid spurted from his dick, flowing through the broken rubber, and straight into my body. Nothing was protecting me from him. "You're getting totally fucked now." My choices were final and there was no turning back. I had no idea of any other way to cope, so I took another hit from the poppers. The vapors went straight to my head; I was grateful for that. It made it easier to withstand Michael's assault on my ass and his injection of his deadly cum. "Please, Sir. Please," I murmured, through my tears. I was no longer sure if I was begging him to stop, to put me out of my misery, or to fuck me harder like a true cumhole deserved. It didn't matter; I was too confused and too beaten down to know or even care. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and cry. I wanted to run far away from here, before Nathan could see me like this, just a little faggot boy, in over his head and having second thoughts far too late to make any difference at all. "Fuck, that was good, cumhole. I needed that. Get to flush out all the virus from my balls and shoot right into your warm, raw, filthy fuckhole." He gave a few more thrusts into my hole and made sure that every drop of his seed was deep in me. Then he pulled out, the condom rubbing once more painfully against my tender flesh. "One last thing to make it complete, fucktoy," he said, giving me another hard slap on the ass with his gloved hand. I was still silently sobbing into the bed. The fuck session wasn't over yet, but I no longer cared. Michael reached into his bag, and pulled something out. "This might be a be icy. But your hot little hole should melt it soon enough. One last gift for you: a devil's dick made from my AIDS spooge. And maybe a special little something hidden in the middle for you." He paused for a moment. "Or maybe a big something. Had forgotten about this one." I had never heard of a Devil's Dick before. Before I could ask, there was a cold pressure against my hole and then an ice cube pressed into me. I gasped, but didn't, or couldn't, protest. Michael pushed it deeper in my hole. He then ran his gloved finger around my ass, getting it to close up around the icy thing that was now slowly melting within me. "There you go, cum bucket. Most of that's my spooge. But I think I've mixed a contribution from a few random guys in there as well. Not to mention that big chunk of tina right in the middle." The violation of my body was now complete. He had put his cock in my mouth and in my ass, gotten me high off the glass pipe, and was now leaving my hole filled with strangers' sperm and some more tina. I choked a bit on my tears and said what I knew I had to say. "Thank you, Sir." "Right on, faggot. Stay healthy," he said, laughing. "Well, try to stay healthy." He pulled on his clothes quickly as I stayed on the bed. Before he left, he slapped my ass one last time and stuck a sticker on it. He slammed the door behind him, finally leaving me alone, a huge load of his sperm in my ass and another hunk of crystal slowly seeping into my body. Once I heard him walk out the door and down the hallway, I got up far enough to peel the sticker off of my butt. Even in the dim light, it was easy to read. In the center was a big biohazard symbol and around the outside, text that read "WARNING: Medical Waste. Handle with Care." I wadded it up and threw it into a corner. Back on the bed, I grabbed a pillow and curled up. I thought the pillow might comfort me, but it was only a piece of fabric. I lay there, my tears still flowing, the silence of the room only interrupted by my sobs.

I also hope there is more cumming. This is HOT