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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.

I'm an out, gay, top - it seems like "straight" married men love to be fucked, I knew a psyche major student a while back (gay man) who said he was just reading that all men have a need to be penetrated, they have a natural curiosity to experience what they do with others. I'm now at a point where I just tell men if we fuck, my cum will be inside them. We still fuck. This is my first post (I think), I'll try to load a nice pic of me about to breed a bud (just some visual entertainment)

Kenny#3 I looked up when the door opened and a very sexy tall dark man entered the room. He had that Tubbs look from Miami Vice....so hot. He smiled at me and said to Kenny, "I brought some of my boys and some party favors, why don't you go say hi while this sexy baby and I get acquainted ". Kenny stood up and kissed Javier and undressed him as Javy pinched his nipples and kissed him. I was entranced as his big black penis swung into view as Kenny stooped to pull his pants off from around his feet. Javier met my eyes and smiled. He pushed Kenny out the door and kneeled on the bed, his cock in front of me. He then shook a line of coke onto his dark dick and said snort it baby. I did. He shook another out and use your other nostril now. I did. I was flying. I began bobbing up and down on his dick as he snorted his own lines out of my view. My tongue got numb, guess I didn't get all the coke, lol. He then began rubbing and fingering my hole. I moaned. "Yeah bitch, you love it don't you?" Said Javier. And then my hole began to burn....mmmmmmm, I said as he pushed his fingers in deep and his cock as far as it would go in my throat. I felt soooooo good. Javier said, " yeah, you like it don't you faggot? You want to be Javy's new bitch right? Mmmmm Hmmmm I moaned around his cock. He pulled out of my ass and mouth and poured a big white line on his wet big dick. I snorted and switched nostrils and barely got it all in. Javier pushed me back on my back, put my legs in the air and slid slowly into me. I was so wet, so horny I just reveled in the feeling as the unsorted coke began to sting deep in me. Javier smiled at me as my eyes rolled up into my head as he grabbed my nipples. He then began to pound me, all the way out, then all the way in....faster and faster. My hole farting air, his balls slapping my ass, me moaning as he pulled me in and out on his big cock with my nipples. Javier grunted, panted, made guttural sounds and slammed all the way in.....I could feel his body release inside of me, every twitch of his huge dick buried inside me, every pump of spun from his ample nut sack. His sweat dripped onto my face, so salty tasting...he opened his eyes, and began to grind his dick in circles. I don't know what sounds I made then but Javy kissed me then, long and deep and hard. When he was done he sat back on his haunches and I saw Kenny and two naked light skinned black men in the doorway. Kenny was sucking their cocks. Javier turned to see what I saw and when he did, his cock popped out of my hole with an audible POP sound. Javy motioned for one of the guys to join us. He said something in spanish and that hot man started licking my drippy hole and jerk ing my dick. It was so sexy the way he slurped that big load from my hole. And then he flipped me on my stomach and slid his cock into my ass as he poured lube down my crack...

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”

I am always happy to receive cut or uncut in my wet mouth and tight hole... and I always love feeling hot cum seeping from the head into my second ring. Having said that - I am uncut and I love playing with another uncut guy... tongue and lick and nibble his foreskin, stretch it with my lips and gently with my teeth (there is a fine line between making him gasp in pain vs. pleasure with the stretching). I love swirling my tongue around the sensitive head and sucking JUST the tip of an uncut cock. I have found uncut cocks to have more sensitive heads and really enjoy the attention to their skin. And of course, the right amount of foreskin 'bunches' up around the edge of my hole as he slides into me... a little extra thrill. But being a cum junkie, I really enjoy it when my uncut top pulls out and slowly feeds me his very cummy cock straight from my ass. The foreskin usually has a little extra juice and cum and I find it always tastes amazing. I travel a lot. I find lots of uncut sexy men in Europe. I love that. And mostly cut guys in "Americas", with an increase in uncut for the French studs from Quebec. (my unscientific poll) LOL I echo the comments of others. I love both... but would likely DIVE onto an uncut cock if I could only pick one. Cheers men!

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 haven't posted my adventures in real time, as my schedule the second half of this month is killing me. One day off between trips, and having to get up at 2:30AM on the first day has wiped me out. On the 15th, I had one trip that departed early afternoon, so it was a late arrival in San Antonio, with a "short" layover. My SAT top bud couldn't meet up that late, and I wasn't sure if I had the time. But I got checked in and decided I'd have a look online. I showered and got cleaned up and then logged in. I wasn't having much success, but when I was on "Sniffies", I got hit up by a 30's top who needed to unload. Fit body, handsome, and about 7 inches. He was about 10 miles away from my hotel, but willing to drive over at close to midnight. No key needed for this hotel, and he asked me to be ass up waiting. He'd message me when he parked and I'd get in position. When he walked in I was ass up on the edge of the bed and I heard him undress. He got behind me and ate my ass a bit, spit on his dick, and slowly slid in. We changed positions a couple of times, first I wanted me on my side, and then he had me on my back when he blew his load. From start to finish he was in and out in 30 minutes. The next day we were arriving in Vegas at about 3PM. I've never had much luck finding dick in Vegas, but I had plenty of time to look around. After I got showered and cleaned up, I was on several sites and on Scruff. I got a message from a guy on BBRT who was about 8 miles from me. Gorgeous 7 inch dick, 40's, an average/thin build. It was 5:30, and he wanted a bite to eat before heading over. I was expecting him to flake out and not message me back after he ate, but about 45 min later he sent a text and said he was on his way. He arrived and I went down to get him. We got back to my room and started making out immediately and we got undressed. He was a great kisser, and a very competent ass eater and top. We fucked for an hour before he blew his load. We spooned for a bit, and agreed that should I be back anytime, we'll meet up again. No one else online was interested so I called it a night pretty early. I got to jack off fingering my sloppy hole both nights, so I was satisfied.

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.

A new work in progress, but also quite busy with normal life and work at the minute.

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.

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?"

Does anyone enjoy having their head held as you suck a guy’s cock? I’d love to hear about it.

This happened just a few moments ago. I am bisexual. In a long term relationship with a woman. She doesn’t know that I’m bi. I’ve conned her into pegging me a few times, but nothing as satisfying as real cock. She went to bed at about 845 tonight. I’ve been incredibly horny lately, so I jumped online to see what’s out there. After about 30 seconds, I get a chat from a guy I used to fuck semi-regularly. Saying he would love to catch up again. I told him that I’m keen to, we just need to find a time when one of us can host (he’s married too). He said he can get out whenever, he’s got an on call job now, so can sneak out whenever. I told him that my wife had just gone to sleep and I was just browsing. I got a message. “ I can be there in 10”. I thought, I can’t do this, my front door is right next to the master bedroom... at the same time, the idea of being fucked, had me hard as a rock. I replied to him, “I can leave the front door open, but be quiet. We can play in the lounge”. We have always played safe, so I told him to bring a condom. I snuck out to my car to get my poppers and a bottle of lube, that I keep for when I travel for work. 😉 I sit on the couch waiting to hear the front door click open. My heart is racing, as another man walks past my marital bedroom, to come fuck me in my house while my wife is home! He comes into the living area and wastes no time in stripping down to nothing. He sits on the couch and I drop down between his legs. I hadn’t seen him in a long time. I forgot how great his cock is. 7 inch, super thick and uncut. I suck him, only for a few minutes until he pulls me aside and stands up, he pushes me into the couch, leaning over the back with my asshole in the air for him. He runs his tongue up and down, getting my hole ready for his cock. As he is rimming me, I hear him open the condom and slide it on. He pulls away, puts a tiny drop of lube on my hole and presses his head against it. He slowly eases himself into me. He knows he’s got a thick cock and takes the first couple of strokes slow. Once I had adjusted to him inside me, he pulls out and sits back down on the couch. He asked me to ride him and kiss him passionately. I sat on his lap and slowly eased down onto his cock. I lean into him and he starts nibbling on my neck. He knows it’s one of my most erogenous zones. As I’m riding him, he pulls out and rips the condom off, grabs the poppers and shoved them under my nose. As I took a big huff, he pulled me back, so his cock was just pressing against my hole. He pulled me straight back onto his cock. For the first time, after dozens of fucks, he was inside me, bareback. I leaned in to kiss him as I was loving his raw cock inside me. As I did, he slapped my ass and told me that I’m going to take his load deep tonight. I rode him for what felt like forever, until he pushed my off and laid me on my back on the chaise. He put my legs over his shoulders and slid his raw pre cum covered cock back inside me. I couldn’t take much more. After just a few thrusts, I started to cum. This is where it gets really hot! I’ve never had this happen before, but after I had cum, I had a huge load too, he pulled out, scooped up every drop he could and coated his cock with it. He started to fuck me with my own cum as lube. After a few minutes, got as deep as he could and I felt him unload a huge load deep inside me. As he got re dressed, he told me that next time, there won’t be any condoms or lube just real raw fucking. It’s long, I know, I’m sorry. But, I think that was one of the best fucks I’ve ever had!

Don’t Breed My Boy Chapter I. Last summer on Fire Island was great. My boy and I had lots of hot raw sex with each other and with strangers. My boy and I met up one night with a sexy hung guy on the boardwalk and invited him back to the house to fuck. He wound up breeding my boy just around the corner from the hot tub, while I entertained other guests. The next night, I pounded him on the deck while the neighbors watched and cheered us on. They liked what they saw. Another night, we met a sexy couple at tea. I railed one guy while his partner bred my boy, pounding him into the mattress. Lots of fun sweaty risky sex. But the most naughty fun we had all summer was our last day and night on the Island. I’m a morning person, so after I made breakfast for the house, I climbed back into bed. My boy was moving around almost silently, but backing up against my cock. He’d been fucked and bred by at least three people, none of them me, the night before and felt loose and gaping. I asked him, ‘did you have fun yesterday, boy, sharing your slutty hole with all of the Pines?’ He moaned in agreement as my cock sunk into him. I told him that I’d let him have his own fun yesterday, including taking a known POZ pornstar’s load in the Meat Rack, but today I was in charge of who got to breed him. He loved that idea and pushed back onto my hardening cock with no lube necessary. After a few thrusts, his ass was streaky with white globs. I knew that cum was the spooge from yesterday’s multiple tops that had yet to seep into his guts. I eased out to push them back in. I really get off on other guy’s cum as lube, and I had a filthy idea. ‘Babe, today, you can take all the cock you want. But they have to pull out.’ As I pumped my cock into his used cunt, he looked shocked. ‘They can shoot their loads on your hole, but I get to push them into you.’ He squealed and pushed back onto my dick and milked my load into his chute. I left my boy a cummy mess and without showering pulled on my white speedo before gathering my bag to head to the beach. I set up my umbrella, chair, and towel down at the shore, right at the end just before the Meat Rack. I had been working out and was proud of my trim frame in my most revealing swimsuit. I’ve got a thick six-inch cock that the boys seem to enjoy. It’s not massive, but it gets my boy wet in all the right places, and he’s cool with me sharing it, just as I am cool sharing his holes too. It should also be mentioned that I ooze precum when I’m turned on. I can drip precum with only a slight chub. I got myself settled and dove into some trashy book, armed with a thermos of bloody mary mix and vodka. Every time I looked up, I’d see a sexy guy. More than once I felt myself drooling precum and noticed a translucent spot in the swimsuit fabric the size of a silver dollar right at the tip of my cock. Naturally, I’d trimmed out the lining for maximum visibility. I was staying cool in the shade of my umbrella but needed a piss. I though about taking a wizz in the dunes or in the ocean but was also out of booze. I figured it might be a good idea to check on my slutty boy, knowing he was cum hungry. I went back to the house and took a piss in the master bathroom. My boy wasn’t in bed, but heard familiar moaning and sweaty skin slapping skin and I figured out that he was servicing one of the weekly shares. I peeked through the cracked pocket door of the front bedroom and saw two of our housemates really working my boy over. The blond, Reggie, was on his back with his cock pointing straight up, splitting my boy’s cheeks wide apart. His husband, Alan, was holding my boy’s jaw to his dick and really pounding his throat. Reggie saw me in the door and froze. My boy was impatient and kept raising and lowering his bare hole up and down. Alan grinned and me and gestured for me to come in. I was hard and drooling precum, soaking my speedo. My boy heard the door slide open and paused, full of cock at both ends, eyes wide open. ‘Have your fun, friends, but don’t breed my boy,’ I said. Alan and Reggie nodded and my boy went back to moaning and bouncing. Reggie pulled out and shot streams of seed across my boy’s ass. Alan shot his load all over my boy’s pretty tan face. They held their position and I lapped their cum from boy boy’s face and both sets of cheeks. My boy groaned and we arranged him on his knees, ass up, and I spat and fingered their loads into his greedy ass. I pulled my wet dick out and used it to smear their cum into his eager pussy. My boy gave me a cummy kiss and thanked me for letting them get their seed into him. He now had three fresh loads sloshing around in his guts. I flopped my soaked dick back into my suit without cumming and headed back to the beach. To be continued…

Some years ago, I came across one of my bullies from school on Grindr. This guy really made my school years a living hell together with two other of his pals. Anyway, at first he didn't show his face on Grindr (mine was visible so he knew me from the beginning). His body was hot, his cock was big, we chatted for a while and in the discussion I said a lot about me being a sub bottom and that a I would gladly be his cumdump. When he finally showed his face writing something like "I always knew what your were. surprise!" I was shocked but I had already said too much to erase everything and block him. Would have been stupid. I let him come over and sucked his cock and swallowed his load. He enjoyed it and the whole time he had that grin on his face. I can't say it was easy for me to find myself in this position in front of him but I did what I had to do, I did it good and in the end I was like happy he enjoyed my mouth. He came back maybe 3 o 4 more times then never heard from him again. Did any of you have this kind of experience with guys you don t appreciate or like ?

My whole body bare. Just the way I like my fucking.

I love having a guy coach me in how to suck his dick. Grabbing my hair and using my head as a fuck toy

There is a whack job on BBRT who has "safe sex only" on his profile. I don't know if it's a joke or so that guys message him.

I would stealth Brad McGuire, Jessie O'Toole, Jack Dixon, Ethan Wolfe, Jack Vidra, Drew Sebastian, Zak Spears, Rik Jammer and Billy Cochran. I know this is quite a list, but I think my favorite is Jack Dixon. What a Daddy ! Powerful sticky body, covered in hair, not as fuc k tattoos, and a beautiful dick. This man can have me anytime, anywhere and as often as he wants - wolf !!!

I need you inside me asap.

I prefer to stay horny and deny myself a release until well after the prospect of getting another load has past. My focus in on pleasing a top, and that is where I get the most pleasure.

What about this place? I haven't yet ordered from them but will try soon. They certainly ship to Canada, and despite their name, they appear to be based in Buffalo, NY. [think before following links] https://www.torontopoppers.com

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!

When I lived in Chicago I found uncut men were more willing to go bare then cut. Uncut definitely feels much better though.

ÏFor years now I've been offering up my ass to older men. My online adds are always pretty much the same. Always something like " bottom slut offering up my fuck holes to rough older daddies. I show up blind folded and get on all fours. Your abuse my holes. I leave with a belly full of sperm. Condom on when in my ass. Well a few weeks ago a man invited me over. I get there and he's really rough straight off the bat. Cuffs, ball gag and hood. Gets me on all fours and starts fucking me. Biggest cock I ever had. He's real verbal " what a tight pussy", "take it faggot" . Half way through he decides to take the condom off and throws it on my back. Gave out a moan of resistance. But he lubed up and just went for it. Pumped away for a while longer and blew in my ass. The whole experience was fantastic. My add is pretty much the same now but I've channged the last line to "condom on when in my ass, although there's not much I can do if im bent over and cuffed and daddy just fucks me raw." Getting a few daddies who want to breed me" photo in my add attached.

yes. it shows guys what a fucking whore I am and that I am willing to take loads from literally anyone without even seeing them

Fantastic story and well written. Had me blowing my load by the end! Thanks 🙂

I hauled my cock out of him and went off to fix myself some breakfast, bringing back some paracetamol for Jakey. He was dozing, so I slapped him round the face with my cock a little until he opened his mouth and then popped a couple of the tablets inside. I followed it up with a mouthful of morning piss and watched him gulp the whole lot down, like the best kind of nurse. He dozed a little more while I showered and then used his phone to create a profile for him on a kink profiles site, filling it out accurately apart from his status, which I marked as Neg. He came round a little when I re-entered the room. "What's wrong with me?" "My DNA is attacking your body, runt. I'm in you, killing you" He was agitated for a minute or two but calmed down as I cuddled him to me, compressing him in my embrace, reminding him that this was what he was designed for. His helplessness was a big turn on and I let my cock slip inside him for a long, gentle breeding session, during which Jake kept asking if he was pleasing me, being useful - the answers to which were a very clear yes. When i was done, I left him to sleep through his fever while I went for a run in the hot afternoon sun. On the way out of the building I ran into our elderly downstairs neighbour who asked after me and Jake. I told her that I'd seen him occasionally and that he seemed ok. In the park, I couldn't help getting a semi thinking about Jake. In my mind, my cum was eating him up from the inside, each load adding to the predator lurking inside him. I was on my second lap when I clocked a cute twink doing circuits in the opposite direction, slowing as he passed me to gawk at my swinging junk. On the third loop, I adjusted the mesh in my shorts so that my fat cock head and shiny PA were hanging out of the short leg, smirking as the kid almost tripped, such was the intensity of his focus on me. That kind of sealed it for him and I let him get a little distance away from me before changing direction to run after him. I think he may have heard me approaching when I was about three metres away, as his head turned slightly and I'm note exactly light-footed, but, by that time, it was way too late for him. 240lbs of me was bearing down on his small frame and I rugby tackled him from behind, driving us both into the grass, him breaking my fall. The park was mostly empty but I assume the people who were there, at least 50m distant, just thought we were mates playing around. I soon had my arm round his neck to suppress any thoughts of protest and we were agreeing that he definitely wanted fucking in a matter of seconds. I love the feel of Jake's small but loose cunt hole, which these days was beginning to look seriously pouty and ragged, but this arse felt amazing. The kid was either a top or his boyfriend was hung like a maggot, because he gripped my shaft like sandpaper as I forced my way up his shorts and then inside his body. "your cunt is amazing....gonna breed you so good". I don't know what he said back as it was rather muffled but I quickly made myself at home inside him. I knew we didn't have long out there in the open even though from a distance we both appeared clothed, so I worked up to my orgasm quickly, noting that the kid had stopped struggling and was licking my palm as I held it over his mouth. "I knew you wanted this" "mmmmm" "feel me flex?" "mmmmm" "Next time you do, I'll be pumping my dirty load into you" "??" "my poz babies" Struggles...delicious struggles. Writhing on my cock. Massaging my fat bell end in new places. "gonna poz you" Surprisingly strong, this one. Almost throwing me off but quickly slammed down. "Here it comes" I'm flexing my cock, strong rhythmic squirts of my pure DNA flooding into his waiting chute, readily prepped by the rough breeding. As they begin to subside, he goes still, and then I feel him milking my softening cock, massaging the dregs out of me as his cock climaxes below us. I let him finish then spring up off him, tucking my cock back in my shorts and jogging away. Fifty metres away, I look back. He's sat up, fingering his puffy arsehole and putting his fingers to his mouth.

I used to have many fantasies over Steve Titpig.. i always wanted him to fuck me and me on his nips..

Mikey was another example of Seths hard work paying dividends. The tall, slender former straight boy with bright hazel eyes and a thick ten inch cock had long since retired from feeding it up inside his girlfriend. Instead, With Seths help and a few nudges from his friend Tina, Mikey learned all about servicing poz cocks of all shapes and sizes at Seths housewarming party four years ago. The welcome-to-the-neighbourhood gift of his girlfriends hummus that was once delivered by the bright-eyed gentleman turned into the idle snack on the kitchen counter for his breeders that night as Seth gently caressed Mikeys sweat soaked chest, whispering words of encouragement as he slid back and forth in the sling. Mikeys glassy confused eyes would meet Seths just long enough to groan after taking a load, hiss after a slam, or parrot the words Seth told him to say that while once a foreign tongue, now came so naturally. "fuck my pussy," "breed my hole," the pliant young man would giggle obediently, as his beautiful ass drank gallons of toxic jizz that night. These days he was just Mikey the roomate, Mikey the baker up the street, Mikey the understall expert who drained married cocks at the local department store, and Mikey the poz cumdump whos favourite sport was swinging in a sling, servicing thick hard cocks. Today he was Mikey the poptart theif with lunch. Seth and Jake plodded into the kitchen, towels on hips. Seth with a triumphant smile, like a race car driver crossing the finish line. Jake, with the sated composure of a man who'd just came, and who had absentmindedly forgotten about the warm poz cream trickling out of his swollen ring. As the boys sat down to eat Mikey called seth into the kitchen to find a bottle of wine. "who is the fuckmeat?" Mikey hushed. "hes our fuckmeat for the weekend. meet..." Seth dipped his fingers into his cunt and returned them to Mikeys lips, "Jake." Seth grinned, as mikey inhaled the delicious mix of seed and ass juices, licking them clean. "im making a nice poz cock for us to play with, and Jakes been a real good sport about it but I need him to really want that toxic pussy, mikey." seth instructed, as he peeled off Mikeys shirt and unbuttoned his shorts, chucking them into the hamper, they returned to the table. "where are your clothes?" Jake asked curiously. "Oh I normally change out of them after work, theyre all covered in flour and gross." mikey replied. "yeah, we dont typically wear a lot of clothes around here and im just about to get laundry started, so off with that towel mister" seth chimed, as he gathered up the load for the wash, he noticed Jakes cock was gathering its next load for mikey, the semihard tool rising once again to the occasion it was made for. Jake tried to busy himself with lunch but found he'd lost his appetite and instead was eyeing mikeys pierced nipples and distended jock. "Do ya waana see it?" mikey smiled, slipping his pierced ten inch fuck meat out for just a moment. "dont let it fool ya, im a total bottom. some guys just love the luxury of fucking a hung bottom though." mikey remarked as he turned around to showcase his slender hips and feminine curves. his ass wasnt as big as seths, but something about it drew Jakes attention. "you should fuck him Jake! youre hard, and when a top gets hard they need to fuck" seth instructed as he chewed his lunch. "I cant do that i kinda dont even know him?" Jake looked to seth, as if waiting for guidance before Mikey stepped toward Jake and gently took his cock. "you can fuck me whenever you want dude, I love to get fucked" and with that mikey began slurping away at Jakes neg cock. "watch those teeth buddy!" seth mumbled as he chomped away at a roll, reminding the skilled cocksucker to get in some prepwork to make sure there was a smooth transfer between poz hole and neg cock. "ow" jake hissed, as mikey turned around to spread himself. "sorry man, im not the best cocksucker but just look at this cunt." Mikey spat on his hand and worked a finger inside as Jake stood mesmerized at the size of mikeys swolen rosebud. "yeah" Jake whispered, his mouth had gone dry as he watched Mikeys hungry hole pulse around the three digits inside. "You GOTTA fuck mikeys hole jake, its really the best. i mean theres nothing better than being in a well stretched cunt dude. your cock is going to looove it!" seth chuckled from the kitchen as he washed a few dishes. Mikey slid his fingers from his hole and teased them around the head of Jakes cock, as Jake looked around. "do you two have condoms? we probably need a condom" Jake panted. "Ill start looking for some buddy let me see." Seth chuckled. Of course none of the boys could stand so much as a condom commercial in the house, let alone an actual rubber. "just let me just feel the head, please??" mikey pleaded, smiling and tickling Jakes sensitive glans as he gently backed toward him. Jake sighed. "Just the head, that cant hurt. Just in and out a few times while we wait for the condom" jake reassured to himself and pushed into the thirsty bottoms toxic cunt. "ah, thats nice. here, hold my hips" mikey smiled, as he began gently working his hips back and forth, "oh my god your hot" jake breathed, watching his thick purple head dance in and out of the slender long haired boys wet hole. "let me make it feel good. you can push more inside me, its ok, we'll stop just as soon as seth gets us a condom." mikey soothed, knowing Jake was already feeding more of his greedy neg cock into the boys cunt with increasing abandon. "turn around" jake urged, and mikey sat back on the table to lift his legs, exposing his shiny swolen rosebud cunt fully. Jake was hypnotized by the sight of mikeys horsecock, stretched balls, and glistening red inviting hole as he pushed fully inside him. "see? what did i tell ya jake. Mikeys got a real soft pussy to take care of big cocks with. he even works a few fists up that hole sometimes too" seth beamed, as he rested his hand at the base of Jakes back and encouraged him further. "remember what i said about that boy button? You can probably make mikey cum just with your cock. but you gotta fuck hard" Jake needed no encouragement as he was now fully sawing in and out of the toxic hole, working a creamy lather between the two of them as mikeys thick tool stood to attention. mikey was in heaven as he bounced back and forth on the table, his eyes to the ceiling. "please dont stop" mikey panted, as seth lifted his bloated ten inches and rested his hand underneath. "come on mikey give me that cum. just let the big cock fuck all that seed out" seth soothed, and as if on command mikey let out a long low groan and a slow stream of hot cum dribbled into seths waiting palm. "good job Jake!" seth beamed as if he had just caught the biggest fish in the lake. "now its your turn." he instructed, as he poured the bottoms toxic load onto jakes pistoning tool. "remember to push nice and deep and let all that cum out. mikey can take it, he loves cum." seth chirped, as he licked his hand clean. "im gonna cum" jake moaned softly. "thats right buddy just relax and cum right up inside that pretty red rose" seth watched as jake pushed firmly and held still, his shaft pulsing, his gutteral groaning, his chest rising and falling as he bred the boys poison cunt with a blissful look on his face.

I love fucking married men. They always ask for a condom initially, but after eating their hole they seem unable to say no. My thick cock head rubbing the entrance to their slim hole. I always promise I will only put my tip in, it will be safe 😀. Before too long I am ploughing their arse Raw balls deep as they are milking my thick hard daddy dick. I always whisper to them do they want me to cum deep inside their now owned hole but i can honestly say no one has ever refused as I unload deep in their guts. Now they are daddy’s boys who can’t get enough raw dick.

6. Being Prepared James woke up in his own bed. He looked at his phone; there was a message from Tim. "That was a lot of fun. Having a few friends over for a parTy on Saturday. You want to come? It'll be a lot of fun." Tim had also told him more about Prep. You took it once a day. It kept you from getting infected with HIV. Tim had given him a name of a doctor; before he crawled out of bed, James looked him up online. He had a website, and James was able to snag a new Prep patient appointment later in the morning with a Dr. Tiago Suiza. The first part of the doctor's appointment was normal. Some paperwork, some blood-work, and the same questions asked by multiple people. The doctor explained Prep. James tried to keep his attention on Dr. Suiza; the dark-skinned doctor had a thick, trimmed beard. He barely noticed as the nature of the questions started to change. Then, finally one he couldn't ignore. "How many sexual partners have you had in the past week?" James blushed; he had to count. There was the superintendent, Josh, Mitchell, and then Tim. "Four," he said. "Just since Monday?" Dr. Souza said. "Yeah," James said. "I can see why you want Prep." The doctor asked a few more questions, and then told James they needed to wait for the blood test results to make sure he wasn't already infected. It would be in an hour or two. He would call in the prescription, then call James. To pass the time, James went to the gym; he had already packed a gym bag. He looked around for Tim, but the trainer was no where to be seen. James spent his time working on his pecs and arms. He was wondering what kind of friends Tim had, and what the party vibe would be. He had a brief fantasy that they would all get naked, smoke some weed, and fuck. After the workout, in the locker room, he stripped down, and went into the sauna. There was one other guy in the sauna; it wasn't until James had closed the door that he realized the man was actually Josh. Then he realized that Josh's towel was by his side, and his dick was hard. Josh had recognized him. "Jimmy, right?" "I took your advice. It's James now." "Good." He stroked his cock idly. "Damn I'm horned up. You want to get me off." It wasn't a question; it was a demand. James was already horned up; seeing such a beautiful cock only made him more so. He got on his knees and took Josh's dick in his mouth. It was warm and wet with sweat and pre-cum. The salt tasted good to James after his workout, and he forced the entire length into his shaft. "Fuck," Josh moaned. "You are good. I'm not going to last long." Josh kept up his cocksucking, not holding anything back. He had already licked up all the pre-cum, now he wanted the real thing. "Feed me," James said, before sliding all the way back down his shaft. "FUCK YEAH," Josh grunted, although not too loudly. His dick pulsed, throbbed, and then exploded. The thick wads of cum filled Josh's mouth, and he struggled to swallow it all. "Oh fuck, that was good," Josh said as he rubbed the top of James's head. "Thanks for getting me off." He grabbed his towel, stood up, and stepped over James. James was still kneeling, wondering why he had just done that. It was in a public area, and anyone could have walked in on them. Tim could have seen it. He wondered what Tim would have thought if he had seen him sucking off Josh in the sauna. It seemed so promiscuous and slutty, and he wasn't sure he wanted to be that kind of guy. But he couldn't deny the erection between his legs. But, before he could do anything, the door opened again. The new man said something to Josh. "...try him out." the new man said; the voice was familiar. James tried to turn to see who it was, but his position made that hard. Then the man spoke. "Josh said you were a great cocksucker, and I needed to try you out." It was his doctor.

rifling through the cabinets, Seth flipped through a disappointingly empty box of pop tarts with a huff. "damnit mikey man cannot live on cum alone" he mumbled, cursing his roommates aggravating habit of raiding the kitchen. "well not today!" seth quickly tapped out a text to the thirsty whore to pick up something on the way home, and pranced back down the hall to the tintinnabulation of the shower, pausing only briefly to steal the small bottle of synthetic lube from Mikeys room. Jake signed as the water cascaded off his head and shoulders. Did Seth even know his boyfriend? They'd considered getting engaged, had planned out rings and everything. Now here he was, standing on the shower after having spent the last night blasting some random twink full of cum. "obnoxious asshole" Jake muttered, as his mind began to wander back to seths sandy blonde hair, goofy grin, his tight abs, and his amazing ass. So thick, so incredible on his cock. As Jake felt his own cock begin to stir, he quickly tried to think of something else and as he turned to reach for the soap, there he was again. "got room for one more buddy? I could use a shower too" Seth smiled, as he stripped off the festive yellow jock to reveal himself fully, Jakes cock slowly began to swell. "here, lets clean each other up. Youve got an amazing body Jake. I really think youre pretty." Seth said, as he began to soap Jakes chest, working his way down until he was eye level with the boys now fully erect cock. "I bet your boyfriend loves this cock just as much as I do. Why does he make you use condoms?" Seth plied, slowly pumping and kissing Jakes fuck meat. "I-i dont really know, we just always have" Jake shyly confessed. Why did he even have to wear condoms? Couldnt he just go bare? Its not like it would matter, they were boyfriends after all. "well not with me. I just love feeling this cock cum. its just more natural that way. tops should always cum inside." Seth smiled up at Jake, as he moved around to work on his shoulders and lower back. "i guess thats more natural" Jake sheepishly replied as Seth rinsed him off and knelt down again. "spread your ass for me? I bet you have a very pretty hole too" seth chimed, and was rewarded with Jakes obedient hands easing his cheeks apart to expose the lovely virgins hole. Seth pulled himself gently into Jakes ass and began to tongue him. "Oh god" Jake moaned as he collapsed against the shower, reveling in seths expert tonguing. "I bet you dont know as a top but a boys butt is pretty special jake" seth smiled, as he admired the glistening holes now puffy lips. "really good tops can make boys cum just by fucking the hole, Jake" Seth lectured, as he smeared a dollop of lube onto Jakes ring. "just relax now, and let your buddy inside again" seth muttered, as his finger disappeared into Jakes virgin fuck hole. "do you feel this jake?" Seth smiled up at the boy again as he pushed against his prostate. "oh my god" Jake blurted, as his eyes widened and a stream of precum rolled out of the head of his cock. "That! is your boy button." Seth chirped, as he continued sawing in and out of the virgin tops hole. "boys like me love to get fucked by nice big cocks because it feels that good. And when you cum inside, it feels even better covered in jizz." seth smiled, as he slipped his fingers out with a plop and stood behind jake. "open your cheeks for me again Jake" seth whispered, as he aimed his five inches directly against Jakes hole. "just relax for me, and let me inside" seth soothed, as Jakes hole slowly gave way to just the head. "Do you feel that, Jake? Its my cock! your holes sucking on the tip of my cock and your doing great!" seth smiled, as he continued slowly working his dick up inside the boy. "youre doing a great job buddy. how do you feel? do you feel nice and full?" Seth whispered pushing his length fully into the tight tops pussy. "OH!" Jake exclaimed as seths five toxic inches hit their mark. "there we go baby! your boy button. im inside you nice and deep now so just let my cock do all the work" seth whispered, as he was now fully fucking Jakes neg hole. Perhaps the most dangerous part about Seth wasnt his deceptive nature, but his cock. At just five inches, it worked smoothly up inside even the tightest holes. Just big enough to inject its poz load, but not big enough to risk turning his newly minted poz tops into poz bottoms, Seth had successfully impregnated many boys with it. First just the head, then before they knew it, all his cum was inside. "ah there we go" seth sighed as he planted his tool deep, and began depositing his load. Reaching forward he began to stroke Jakes cock and massage his balls. "sorry buddy, I came too quick! your holes just too darn tight. but dont worry, now its your turn to cum!" Seth encouraged, as he held his toxic cock inside the boy. This was the entire point though. Seth knew that by cumming first he would give the load a little time to marinate, and when Jake orgasmed, his sucking hole would slurp the poz load deeper inside the boy. "cum for me" seth teased over and over again, as his expert hands worked Jakes rock hard shaft and tugged his heavy balls. "oh fuck" Jake exclaimed as his hole clamped down and the breeding contractions began. "thats right, just keep cumming baby, your so beautiful!" Seth beamed, as he felt the tops tight hole tugging at his slowly softening cock, drinking his seed. "Oh wow, I had no idea" Jake panted, fully spent and plugged with Seths poz cock. "yep! just goes to show why its so important to fuck bareback and always cum inside." Jake didnt entirely understand why anymore, but he knew it was selfish not to let his boyfriend feel his raw cock." Seth reluctantly slid out of the boy, leaving just a trickle of seed, and switched off the shower as he heard mikey shout "KFC girl!"

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its a pretty good spot. as you know its right dt so there are a LOT of people close by and people could walk by and see anytime.theres decent "cover" with the double dumpster but not really and the dumpsters are tall enough to bend me over against them and the ground is smooth for guys who want me down on my hands n knees to fuck me or piss on me

I do like to focus on how the cock feels first because soon I will have my eyes rolled to the back and start moaning nonstop

That's what I like in a bottom - a tiny little/soft dick: it means that the bottom is concentrating on my dick and using his hole to do so. I find it a turn on when I reach to feel the bottom's cock as I am balls-deep inside him, and his cock is soft/flaccid 🙂 It is the sign of a total bottom ...

looking to become the new cumdump. Any tops wanna whore me out?

Sam & Roger - Part 3 Roger withdrew his flaccid penis from me and hopped up on the bed, crooking his finger to beckon me to join him in a cuddle, and we spooned on the bed for a few moments, him gently running his fingers over my skin. His orgasm having hit seemed to draw out a more affectionate side, and I must admit it was nice having some gentle moments after the roughness he had dished out earlier. He wrapped his arms around me tight, and played with my cock with one of his hands, wrapping his other hand gently around my neck, and kissing behind my ear. I got goosebumps, and sighed in pleasure. We must have stayed like that for about 10-15 minutes, and then he spoke up... "It's time I got you laying on your back again, I think...." Letting go, I moved over and laid on my back, like I was asked to. He got up and moved over to his stash of toys and grabbed a couple of bundles of rope. He lifted my legs up, and asked me to hold them up, ankles together, which he then wrapped the rope around, binding them together. Then he did the same with my wrists, and pulled me towards the edge of the bed. He then bound my wrists and ankles together using the rope he had previously used for the jock strap gag, leaving me in a position which had me on my back and my arms and legs in mid air, leaving my hole and butt cheeks exposed. "Perfect....." He then grabbed the flogger, and gently stroked it across my ass cheeks, then tapping slightly. Very gentle. About 4 or 5 taps.... then.... WHACK! "Aaaah!" He smacked my ass with it a hell of a lot harder. WHACK! It stung like a bastard, but..... WHACK!! He was making sure I knew my place. I mean, even if I hated this, I couldn't do much about it right now anyway.... He ran his free hand across my reddening ass, caressing it and the tenderized flesh went into overdrive. WHACK! "Aaaaargh!" WHACK! "Owww" "Does that hurt?!" He asked, in a facetious manner. Sadistic bastard. "Yes", I replied, breathing out heavily. "Aww, I'm sorry, baby." He put the flogger aside, and kneeled down, so his face was directly in front of my ass, and blew all over it, the sensation making me jolt and squirm around a bit. He smacked my ass with his hand, but he didn't take it away, rather holding it there, against my reddened and sore cheek, squeezing it and digging his nails in. Then he leaned in, and ran his tongue over my hole. I gasped in pleasure, it was such an amazing feeling and made me so horny. It was a total polar opposite to the pain in my buttocks, and the two sensations blending together, I was beginning to struggle differentiating the pain and the pleasure. It was all just sensation now. I couldn't help but moan, as he used his tongue over and in and around my hole, lapping and sucking at the juicy mess he had made, spitting it back on me, and grunting and growling and snorting like a real beast. He pulled my outer ring open, pulling on the sides as hard as he could, and shoved his tongue inside, fucking my hole with that beautiful piece of warm, wet muscle, flicking it up and down and pushing it in. I pushed back with my hole as best I could, trying to get my aching hole to relax and open enough to get as much as possible of my top's masterful appendage inside me. "Mmmm, fuck yeah, push it out.... keep going...." he said, starting to massage his growing member. He stepped away slightly, and stood up, then grabbed my ankles and began to lick my feet. I felt kind of ticklish, and let a giggle out. He just growled, and began to run his tongue in between my toes and suck on them. Fuck, it started to feel really good, and I noticed just how hard I was getting. My cock was jutting out from between my legs, threatening to erupt like a geyser. Then, while still clutching my ankles, he guided his now fully engorged cock towards my hole, and spit on his head and my tender opening. Then he shoved it in, nice and slow, making sure I felt every inch penetrating me, twisting his hips in a swaying motion, hitting the walls of my ass, which felt amazing, especially when his cock brushed past my prostate. He then pulled all the way out, and shoved in to the hilt, as hard as he could, and then went back to the slow fuck. We were both in seventh heaven by this point, just enjoying each other's flesh, and after a little while, he picked up the pace and got a little more forceful. I think I may have been getting a bit numb in my ass from all the punishment it was getting, but my cock was still rock hard, and Roger definitely began to notice it twitching. He grabbed my shaft with a free hand, and began stroking me at the same time as he was fucking me, and then after a little while, started really picking up the pace, and getting harder and faster, never letting my cock go. My brain was now in pure animalistic lust, and I was breathing hard, at least between every moan.... and crying out "Harder..... please, harder..... fuck me!" Then..... it happened. My balls started buzzing like crazy, Roger was hitting my prostate and my ass was gripping his cock, and then next thing.... "Aaaaah... aaaah...Oooooh...AAAAAAAAH!" My cock shot like a fuckin fire hose, blasting my cum all over my chest and tummy, spurt after spurt, my body heaving with the intensity.... I didn't know if I'd even stop cumming.... Then... "Ah, fuck..... I'm gonna cuuuuuum!" Roger bellowed, and mashed his crotch into mine, blasting rope after rope of hot cum deep in my guts... After he pulled out, he went and grabbed his butt plug, and shoved it in my ass. "Let's make sure that load soaks in, shall we?" He said, winking at me. Then he collapsed, exhausted next to me on the bed. I was glowing warm from the orgasm, and was near passing out. Roger got back up and untied me, and let me roll over on the bed. We spooned again for a short while, then both passed out for what would have probably been 20 minutes or so. I just remember waking up, and he was putting his gear back in his bag, he leaned over to me and gave me a kiss. "Hope you enjoy the gift. You can keep the plug, leave it inside you as long as you can stand it. We can swap numbers at the lockers, if you like. I really enjoyed this, and would be keen to play with you again. I'm going to grab a shower now, and I'll be off soon, but hope we can see each other sometime soon." "Sure, that sounds great", I replied. "What's your name, kid?" He asked. "Sam." I replied. "Nice to meet you, Sam". And with that, he gave me one more kiss, and turned and walked out the door. I was all alone all of a sudden, but I couldn't help but smile. Man.... that had to be the best fuck of my life so far..... I would definitely have to get another turn with this man again.

This is so fucking true this slut is vile disgusting diseased used trash

l don't respect trash. l use it. You are trash. l use you. Men have no respect for you. They use you. You are trash. Vile, disgusting, perverted, diseased, degraded, used trash.

a couple times I went to the porntheatre at night, stripped naked put on kneepads and kneeled in the bathroom between urinals and waited for hours for guys to come in and piss in my mouth, essentially using me as a urinal. most guys would end up using my mouth to get off and a few stood me up to fuck me

It kinda turns me on to be at a disadvantage. I have had a few fuck buddies who I have never seen because they wanted me blindfolded. Some were married "straight" guys. One guy liked that he would pass me on the street in the neighborhood and I had no idea that he had fucked me. I got off on walking down the street, knowing that I might be walking past some guy who had cum in my ass.

Republican here, but will vote Democratic if the Republican is incompetent or not the ideal choice.

2. Doug Even though it was your typical fall morning in LA and I had a heavy comforter over me, I was still freezing when I woke up. When I tried to move, every muscle in my body protested, and the simple act of sitting up in bed was almost more than I could do. I felt like a freight train had hit me. I didn't even bother looking at the time; I laid back down and went back to sleep. About an hour later, I woke up again. This time, I was almost swimming in a pool of sweat and I had thrown off all the covers. My muscles still ached and I could tell I had a fever. Against my body's protests, I got out of bed. I was still in a jock strap from last night; if my fever-addled memory was correct, I had barely been able to drag myself the ten feet from the galley to the forward stateroom, much less fully undress. Despite my sickness, my dick was still straining against the pouch. I pulled on a pair of sweats, and slowly, carefully made my way to the galley. I found my phone; there were two messages. The first was from Sara, she had something come up and wasn't going to be able to come home this weekend. I texted back, saying I had the flu, and next weekend would be far better. The second was from Greg, wishing me a good morning. "I wish. Woke up with a fever, aching muscles, and cold sweats." "Really?" he texted back, adding a heart at the end. "Yeah. You think?" "It could be. You've certainly been taking enough infected cum." "That's true. But nothing in the past day." "You've got the fuck-flu," Greg texted me back. "That was how I was. Sick as a dog. Horny as a rabid weasel." He typed some more. "Fucking hot." "You want to breed me this morning?" I asked. "Gotta go to classes right now. You know that. We've still got our regular play date this afternoon." "You going to give me more poz loads?" I asked. Despite my illness, my dick was insistent and this afternoon seemed far in the distance. "Yeah. Of course. But really. how are you feeling?" "Like death." "Fuck Yeah! I want you to get another load before I come over." Greg texted back. "Find some poz escort and pay him for his poz spunk." "When I'm like this?" "Nothing like kicking a man when he's down. I will want a full report when I get there." He did want me fucked that morning. "Sure thing. You know best." The reply would annoy him. I also knew I would pay for it this afternoon when he would be fucking me. Even so, I couldn't resist. I pulled out my laptop, and crawled out of the cabin onto the deck of the boat. The sun was shining brightly; it was a perfect Southern California morning. It was almost too bright, but I was able to just read the screen as I logged into BBRT. Unsurprisingly, there were not a lot of guys online on a Tuesday morning. However, I soon found myself chatting with an escort named "MedStud9." MedStud9 was in his mid-thirties, mostly muscle, with a thick 9" cock that made my mouth water and my ass twitch. His profile was carefully discreet. There were "Ask Mes" under too many of the fields, including HIV status and drug use. His name was Shay, and he was definitely into me, although that might have just been good marketing on his part. We quickly agreed on a price for the morning. He wasn't far away, and could be at the marina within thirty minutes. Despite feeling tired and sore, I finalized the arrangements with Shay, I packed a bowl, and took a few hits. Despite the aching in my muscles, I forced myself to take a shower. I wanted to be clean for Shay. Drying off, feeling my muscles protest against my every move, and I wondered what I was getting myself into. I took another hit of the weed. It helped me to relax a bit. Luckily, before I could have any more doubts about the plan, my phone buzzed, and there was a text message from Shay, announing that he was at the gate. I pulled on a pair of shorts and t-shirt, and walked down the dock to get him. He matched his pictures well, although perhaps a bit older, and a bit more muscle. Overall, it suited him just fine, and any apprehensions I might have had about the encounter quickly evaporated. "I'm Shay," he said, shaking my hand as he stepped through the gate onto the dock. "Doug," I said. "Just down here." I walked towards my boat, and he followed behind me. "Nice ass," he said. I looked back, and he was smiling. "We're going to have some fun this morning." "I hope so," I said. He ended up helping me onto the boat. I felt how strong he was, and had a momentary brush with his body, feeling his warmth against me. I wondered how he would feel on top of me, his cock inside me. Once on the boat, he put a backpack down on and took a seat, spreading his legs wide. As his shorts pulled tight over his crotch, I could tell that he was just as hung as his profile said he was. "Want anything to drink?" I asked. "Some water would be great," he said. I headed into the galley, and poured us two glasses of water. When I came back, he had pulled out a pipe from his backpack, and was slowly heating it up. "What's that?" I asked. "You know, some tina," he replied. "You want some?" "Tina?" I asked. I had heard it before, but was still unsure of exactly what it was. "Slang. Crystal." "Meth?" I asked, a bit incredulously. "Yeah." He inhaled deeply, then exhaled a thick white cloud. With the way I was feeling, it would be a bad idea to try it, but the dark part of my mind couldn't stop thinking about what it must feel like. I shook my head no. "You sure?" "I'm sure." He did another hit from the pipe and exhaled. "What does it feel like?" I found my pipe, this one filled with weed, and did a hit for myself. "Like anything is possible. Like sex is the best thing in the world." He reached down and grabbed his crotch. "Gets me hard every single time." "Nice," I said. "So," he said, "You poz? Neg? Dunno?" "Dunno," I said. "I mostly bareback these days." "Hell yeah," he said. "Only way to fuck. You even bareback with poz guys?" "Yeah," I said. I felt suddenly self-conscious about this admission. I hadn't really said it out loud. Greg had told me his status, but most of the others, I just assumed. "You chasing?" "Chasing?" "You know, bug chasing? Trying to get pozzed up?" "Uh," I said. Greg had told me about bug chasing as well. He had told me how he had begged his poz uncle to infect him. But despite everything I had done over the past few weeks, I still wasn't ready to call it bug chasing, even to myself. "I mean, I'm not seeking it out, if that's what you're asking." "Yeah?" He grinned. "You sure? When was the last time you got fucked?" "This weekend." "Was he poz?" He took another hit from his glass pipe. "Yeah," I said. "He was." Saturday, Max had come over. Then, on Sunday, it was another hook-up from BBRT." "Did you ask him?" "His profile said he was." "Are you going to ask me? I mean, it wasn't in my profile." "I wasn't planning on it," I said. I bought some time by doing another hit from the pipe. I held it as long as I could, before I coughed out the acrid smoke. Shay was doing another hit from his pipe. The glass pipe and clear white crystals had a clinical elegance that gave them a hint of malignant foreboding. "You sure?" Shay asked, as he exhaled a thick white cloud. He reached down and grabbed his crotch. It was a good-sized bulge already. "Not even hard yet," he said, noticing me staring. "Come on. Ask me. I know you want to know." I did another hit of the pot. As I exhaled, I asked. "Ok," I said. "Are you poz?" "I am. And I'm not on drugs. "That means you're really dangerous, right?" Greg had tried to explain it to me, right before we had sex for the first time. It was only afterwards, after he had deposited two loads in me that I started to get nervous. But then, I had let him cum in me so many more times. Even when I had promised myself I wouldn't let him fuck me raw, he had managed to convince me of the positive necessity of barebacking. "Yeah," Shay said. "I guess you can say that." He stood up, and pushed his shorts down, over the bulge from his cock, down his thick, hairy thighs, and then down around his ankles. He sat back down with his legs spread. His cock stuck out, hard, erect and proud. "You like this cock?" I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I could barely speak, so I just nodded. It was a lot easier now, now that Greg had helped me open up, now that Max had forced me to enjoy it, and now that all the other men had shared their pleasure with me. "It's dripping for you. I don't see a doctor much. But last time, he said I had one of the highest viral loads he's ever seen." He shook his dick. I saw the bead of pre-cum wiggle. I wanted to know what it tasted like. "You want to suck my infected dick?" "Yeah," I said. The drop of pre-cum had grown and it was starting to dribble down the back of his cockhead. I wanted to lick it off before it disappeared. In my fever-clouded brain, his infected sperm seemed like it might be the cure to my illness. In truth, his seed would only make it far, far worse. "I do." "Well, come on man," he said. He held his cock by the base and waved it a bit. "It's right here for you." I must have hesitated or something. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Are you scared?" "Yeah," I said. He had admitted to not taking any medicine for his HIV. He admitted to not even seeing a doctor. He used hard drugs in front of me. He had sex for money. I wondered what else he did that he wasn't telling me about. "Come on," he said. "It's nothing you haven't done before. It's nothing you haven't dreamt of. I bet you got off to it." I nodded, remembering my darker masturbatory fantasies. "We're going to have a great time today too. Come on," he continued, motioning me to come closer. "Give it a kiss. Lick up that pre-cum for me." I didn't need a lot of convincing. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. The way it moved almost imperceptibly with his every heartbeat entranced me. I took a step forward, and dropped to my knees. I leaned in and braced myself against his legs. His body was solid muscle, no doubt the result of hours in the gym. His dick was just as hard as the rest of him, and there was still the drop of pre-cum at the tip of it. I licked it up. "Oh fuck," he moaned in reaction to my tongue. He looked down at me. "Swallow it for me, man. Swallow it." I closed my mouth, and ran my tongue against my teeth, before swallowing. His pre-cum would be rich with sperm, virus, and perhaps also the drugs he used; rubbing it into the most tender parts of my mouth ensured it would do the most good. "Fuck," Shay said. "You're a nasty man. Suck it all the way down." I leaned back in. His dickhead brushed against my lips. It was warm and slightly wet from my tongue. I opened my mouth, just enough to allow him to enter me. It was hardly the first time I had sucked another man's cock, but yet, each time it was still hard to overcome so many years of being told cocksucking was dirty and wrong. I hesitated, but my sexual needs overwhelmed what little moral doubts remained. I stretched my jaw wide open, and let his cockhead fill my mouth. "Oh yeah," Shay moaned. "That's what I need. Suck on my hard cock. My hard poz cock." He emphasized his disease. My own dick started to throb. As soon as I was comfortable with his dickhead in my mouth, I began to work my way his shaft. His dick was exactly what you would want in a man: it was long, but at nine inches, it wasn't too long. Unlike a lot of other hung guys, his cock was also hard. It was thick enough around that I wondered how much blood it took to fill. Shay had to get light-headed when he got hard. "All the way down," Shay said. His cockhead was just about to hit the back of my throat, and I had barely gotten a third of it in my mouth. I was glad that I had been practicing on Max. I couldn't get all of his in my mouth yet, and his was even a bit larger than Shay's. "I want to see you gobble up all of my infected dick." "Mmmmmm," I grunted. All the other men, Greg and Max and Jason and Nathan and the countless random strangers, their cum had turned into a blessing and a gift. Did I fear Greg's first infected load as much? Or even more? Something about Shay's dangerous, masculine swagger to him made wonder if this load of semen was going to be a blessing or a curse. "Mmmmmm," I grunted again. It was the last thing I could say before Shay's cock pushed its way into my throat. His cock more than filled my throat and his thick meat pressed against the walls, blocking my ability to speak or even breath. I struggled against my every instinct to get it out. I forced myself to accept his shaft and give it pleasure. "Yeah, cocksucker. Make love to my AIDS-bone." I looked up at him. He was staring at his pipe. "You're doing pretty good on my pipe. Time for me to work on this one." He held the torch under the bowl, carefully heating it up. "You know. This stuff gets me all twisted. You think you're ready for that?" My head was impaled on his dick, but I shook it as best I could. "I can get all warped and verbal. You want me like that?" I nodded in agreement again. "Now, this is your choice. How many hits should I take?" He reached down and held my hand up. I had no idea what tina did; Max had talked about it, but without much detail. I put up three fingers. It seemed like a reasonable dose for coke. "Good choice," he said. "Now suck me off." I swallowed, and pressed down on his cock. As he inhaled, I managed to get to the base of his dick. I was disappointed to see he had trimmed his pubes, but there was still a thick bush that captured faint hints of the morning workout. We both inhaled deeply, me of his sweat and soap, and Shay of the clouds from the pipe. "Mmmmm," Shay moaned, as he pulled the pipe from his mouth. "Just suck me." He was holding his breath. While he held his hit, I counted the strokes my mouth made on his cock. First one, then two, and then three. I was up to twelve before he exhaled. "Fuck yeah," he grunted. "Suck my infected dick." I pulled off the full length of his shaft, and gulped furiously of air. As much as I needed that air, I also needed to be sucking on his diseased cock. I needed my throat filled with his poisonous drippings. I took one last gulp of air, and returned my full attention to his manhood. "That's what I need," Shay said. "Hot mouth on my poz dick." He put a hand on the top of my head, and gently pressed down. With the pressure he was exerting, he wasn't forcing his dick into me. Instead, it was clear reminder of what he expected me to do on my own. I tried my best, forcing myself to take another inch of his shaft into my throat. He moaned, and pressed a bit harder. It was the prompt I needed, and I let the last of his thick penis into my mouth. My lips wrapped around the base, pressed up against his sandy-brown bush. "Doing a great job there man," Shay said. "Getting my poz cock ready. Getting it ready for your raw fucking hole. Your raw fucking hole." I shivered for a moment; from both a lingering apprehension about getting fucked raw and from the relentless presence of his pozcock in my throat. "Feel that hot neg hole of yours milk out a big load, thick and creamy with my virus." "Mmmmmm," I said as best I could with his cock buried deep in my throat. "Yeah, you want that virus? Don't you?" His cock was starting to drip pre-cum into my throat. "Mmmmmmm," I moaned. As the salty fluid started to seep into my body, the fear I had of him fucking me slowly disappeared, to be replaced by an anxiety around just the opposite outcome: that he would not fuck me. I was nodding my head. I wanted his seed in me, and it would do the most good injected deep into my ass. "Eaase?" I said, shaking my ass as well. "You're hungry for it, huh?" Shay said. "Hungry for my virus?" He took his hand off my head and finally let me get a breath of air. I gasped, trying to get as much oxygen as I could before he forced me back down on his dick. "Stand up," he said, pushing me off his cock. I felt empty, and started to protest. "I said, stand up," he said, this time more forcefully. I stood up. "Good," he said. "Now, strip. I want to see that neg ass before I fuck raw." Slowly, I took off my shirt and then my shorts. I hesitated for a moment, standing in front of him in only a pair of underwear. "All the way," Shay said, as he pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it aside. His chest was broad and muscular and was covered in a thick layer of hair. He was starting to sweat a bit, and I wondered what he would smell like after he had been fucking me all morning long. "You're now over-dressed." "Ok," I said, as I pushed down my underwear and released my cock. "Fuck, that's a nice piece of meat on you," he said. "You don't fuck?" "I do. Sometimes." "You're gonna destroy so many holes," he said. "Can't wait to watch you infect a few boys." My dick twitched. If what I felt was real, my dick would soon be just as powerful as Greg, Max, and Shay's cock. I'd be able to give the gift, rather than chasing it down. Shay's next line snapped me back to reality. "Turn around. Now show me what I'm gonna fuck." I turned around, and bent over slightly, pushing my ass towards him. I looked over my shoulder, and saw him stroking his shaft. It was still glistening from my spit and his toxic pre-cum. "Oh yeah," he said, noticing me staring. "I've got more than enough to inject into you." "Bend over some more," he continued. "Grab those cheeks and spread them for me." I did as he told me, exposing the most private part of my body to him. I had long made the decision to allow him inside of me; this was merely the ratification of it. "Now, that's a hole I can work with." I looked back again, this time through my legs. Shay was still stroking his beautiful cock. I didn't care that he had a deadly virus in his blood, nor that sex meant he would share it with me. All that mattered was that I got his cock. "Wanna go to the stateroom?" I asked. "Stateroom?" he repeated. "Yeah, it's what a bedroom is called on a boat. Who knows why." "Hell yeah," he said. "Lead the way." I stood back up, and headed towards the bow of the boat. The main stateroom was up front; most of the space was taken up by the bed. "This way," I said. Shay followed close behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat from his body against my skin. Once in the stateroom, he wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me close. "Gonna breed that hole of yours. Give you the gift you've been craving for far too long." I shifted my legs, letting his cock slide between my ass cheeks. Like a poisonous snake seeking out it's prey, Shay's dickhead quickly found my anus. I was sweating but I shivered. It was hard to tell what part the fever was playing and what part was my sheer animal lust for Shay's cock. His HIV status was only a bonus. "Fuck me," I grunted. "Fuck me." "How do you want it? Tell me how you want me to fuck you." "Fuck me raw. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep," I grunted. "Just fucking bareback me." "Damn. That's what my poz dick wants to hear." He spun me around, gave me a quick kiss, then pushed me back on the bed. I landed in the middle, my legs almost instinctively going up. Shay jumped on the bed, immediately finding his place between my legs. His cockhead was quickly pressed up against my hole again. "Please man. Just give me your infected cock." I had grabbed his hips, and was trying to pull him closer to me. With one hand, Shay was holding up one of my legs. With the other, he was guiding his dick into my hole. "Just put it in me." "I'm trying man," he said, as a finger quickly pressed into my hole. "Just stay still for a second." I forced myself to stop for a moment and relax. I breathed in, and allowed my mind to stop racing. The fever, the pot, the poztalk, it had been overwhelming. Instead, I focused on the hardness pressing against my ass. I allowed my hole to relax. No longer working against my struggles, Shay's manhood slid easily into my hole. "Mmmmmm," I moaned in pleasure. In the frenzy of the past few weeks, even forty-eight hours without sex had felt like a drought. Even just barely two nights felt like far too long without cock. Sunday night, there had been Andre, a trick from on-line. But even being sick, it seemed so long ago. Since that first night with Greg, when I had felt his toxic warmth in me, I had been craving poz seed. But I was also afraid of it. As much as I wanted to be poz, I also remembered how bad it could be. I would have a very special gift, one that I would share widely and freely. I had been seeking out the toxic fluids from many men, and it was clear that I was going to get at least one more toxic load this morning. Shay's cock was already deep inside me. "Yeah," Shay moaned. "You're opening up for my poz cock. Come on. Let me drip my filth deep in your gut." His cock twitched, and I felt the familiar pleasure of pre-cum dripping into me. It was the merest hint of warmth, a slightly unfamiliar taste in the back of my throat as the chemicals from his body infiltrated my bloodstream. There would be heavier weapons soon entering my body soon; even his pre-cum would be full of the deadly virus. "Please," I moaned. "Give it to me. Fucking infect me." All I could think about was how his cock felt inside of me. Despite my knowledge of his status, I hadn't asked him about a condom. I knew what his answer was going to be, and I knew I wouldn't be able to say no to him. There was no choice but to let him enter me without protection. Besides, I had already taken so many poz loads, it would be unseemly to treat him any differently. "Make me poz," I grunted, as he slammed his cock into me. "Fuck yeah," Shay grunted. "Fucking take my poz cock. Let me infect you." Despite the steady stream of pre-cum dripping from his dick, I was still milking his cock hard. All I could imagine was getting more of his cum. In my feverish state, I had somehow convinced myself that my best hope was his cum. I knew there had been a reason for it, something more critical than how good his raw cock felt inside of me. "Fuck, your ass feels so hot. Like it's burning my cock." "Yeah?" I asked. "It's intense. You ok?" "I had a fever earlier." He slowed down his attack, sliding all the way into my hole. "You say you're not a bug chaser," he said. "But..." he continued. "Yeah," I said. "I take a lot of poz cum." "Your hole is on fucking fire. Feels like you got what was coming to you." He smiled. "Feels like the fuck-flu to me." He punched his dick in and out of my hole. "But don't worry. I'm still gonna still give you another load of my poison." He slammed into me, his dick forcing its way deep into my guts. I gasped, then grunted. "Please. Infect me with your AIDS cum." I didn't know where the voice had come from, but it was clear I had said it. "Give me your virus," my mouth said, seemingly under some other control. "Fuck yeah," Shay muttered, slamming his cock back into me. "Dripping that poz juice into you." His cock slid in and out of me, each long stroke evoking pleasure and pain in my guts. "Fucking take my poz cock," he said. I loved that he was poz and he was sharing his gift with me.

PART 10 – DALTON THE SLAMPIG I pulled the plunger back, and Dalton’s rig turned deep crimson. “I’m getting a register,” I explained. “When the rig goes red like that, you know the needle is right where it belongs—in your bloodstream. OK, buddy: are you ready for this?” “No,” he said with a quiet whimper. “Too fuckin’ bad. I’m gonna push this payload into your vein now, buddy—tell me if it stings, OK?” I love the ritual of slamming: plunging the meth into the vein, sliding the needle out, unstrapping the bicep, and running my tongue across the injection site. Dalton’s first slam was small—just a 0.2—but he still coughed, and his chest heaved as each dark wave of slam-hunger swept over him. I immediately buried my face in his fuckhole, spreading his jockbutt and pushing my tongue as deep as I could, feeling the heat of the slam as it radiated through his insides. “Jesus. Fuck.” He said between deep, heaving breaths. “What the fuck. Are you doing.” I pulled my face away from his pulsing hole just long enough to reply. “I’m eating this hungry little pussy, that’s what.” “It’s. Fucking. Weird. I don’t. Like it.” “Yeah? Then what’s happening here?” I took a break from eating his hole to grab his cock and give it a little shake, sending beads of precum in every direction. I scooped up as much of that jizz as I could, mixing it with a handful of our Tina-laced lube and pushing three of my slicked-up fingers into his hole. He made no effort to resist this time: his guttural moans, loud and unapologetic, kept time with each thrust of my fingers. Then, without warning, I pulled out, and he practically squealed from the sudden emptiness in his fuckhole. I was leaning over him, staring down into his eyes, and he looked back at me in quiet desperation. “Do you want something, buddy?” I asked, letting the tips of my fingers brush against his slammed-up cunt. “I can’t read your mind, slampig. Tell me what you want.” “I want—um—“ “Tell me what you want, slampig.” “I, um, want your fingers.” “You do?” “Yes. Please.” “OK, but you need to do something for me first.” “Tell me. Please.” “Repeat after me: ‘I’m a hungry fucking faggot.’” “Um—“ “Say it, faggot.” “Dude. No.” “No?” “No. I’m not a fuckin’ faggot.” “Then no more fuckin’ fingers, buddy.” “Dude! Please!” “Then repeat after me, you fuckin’ lil' bitch: ‘I’m a hungry fucking faggot.’” “No, motherfucker. I’m not a fag.” I turned to Jesse. “OK, we need to step this up a few notches. You have that second slam?” He nodded, then flashed an evil grin. “This one’s…a little bigger. Can I administer this time?” “Fuck yeah,” I replied. “I’ll just keep teasing this faggot’s cunt while you plunge some more meth into his vein.” Jesse went right to work. He tied the strap to Dalton’s bicep, inserted the needle, pulled back a dark-red plume of blood, and pushed a fat 0.4 hit into Neighbor Boy’s bloodstream. This time, Dalton erupted in an extended coughing fit, his chest heaving massively as Brian played with our brand-new slampig’s rock-hard nips. “This kid’s so high he’s fuckin’ cross-eyed,” my husband said with an approving growl. Meanwhile, I began smacking the head of my raw cock against Dalton’s pulsing, spasming, slammed-up hole. “You need something in your ass, buddy?” I asked, my dick tracking a wide circle around his aching cunt. “Fuck yes,” he groaned. “Then you know what to say.” He looked at me for a moment, his eyes nothing but pitch-black pupils. I gave him a little nod. “You can do it, buddy. Tell me what you are.” "I'm—um—" "What are you?" “Dude, I’m a hungry fuckin’ faggot.” “Good boy.” “Please feed this faggot. Please.” “You want some dick in your pussy, you fuckin’ slammed-up faggot chemwhore?” “Yes I do. I want as much fuckin’ dick as I can get. Please. Fuck me. Fuck this faggot.” “Say, ‘Please, Daddy, fuck my faggot pussy.’” “Please, Daddy, please, please, please fuck my faggot pussy.” “Are you gonna be a good boy tonight?” “Yes, Daddy.” “If you’re a good boy, then you’ll earn another slam. Would you like that?” “Fuck yes, Daddy. I want to earn another slam. ” “If you're a good faggot, you’ll get everything you want, and more. I promise.” “I want to be a good faggot, Daddy.” “You already are, boy.” And with that, I shoved my poz dick into the warmth and hunger of Dalton’s slammed-up hole.

PART 8 – NOT A FAG “Fuck yeah, buddy,” I replied, picking up the pipe and motioning toward the back patio. “We’ll definitely smoke some more. But first, let’s see what Brian and Jesse are up to.” Dalton grabbed my arm, taking a half-step backward. “Wait, bro. I just want to be clear about one thing.” “What’s that, bud?” “I know you guys are gay, and that’s cool. I’m totally cool with that. Really. And look, I’m fine hanging out naked if we’re gonna smoke some more of that shit. But…I’m not—well…” “You’re not what?” “I’m not…a fag, OK?” “Sorry—what?” “I said I’m not a fag, bro.” “Ah. No problem, buddy—works for me. Not a fag? OK, then you’re not a fag.” “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, obviously. Like I said, I’m cool with you guys. But I have a girlfriend, and I'm not into dick. OK?” “I understand, buddy. There’s plenty of faggot to go around this afternoon, so I’m cool with you just hanging out—in, you know, a non-faggoty way.” “Great. Thanks.” Dalton’s face relaxed into a sheepish smile. Then he glanced down at his cock, which seemed to be doing everything in its power to close the distance between us—stretching a good eight or nine inches away from his flat stomach, throbbing in my direction as it curved slightly upward, a bead of precum forming at the piss-slit. He laughed appreciatively, causing his dick to twitch. “I guess that smoke makes me pretty horny, huh?” “That’s the best thing about it, buddy. It makes all of us fuckin' horny.” I reached over to the counter and grabbed a shot of G, adding a little Gatorade to it, then told Dalton to drink up. “This shit tastes a little nasty, so make sure to follow it with a chaser.” He nodded and threw the shot back, grimacing as he grabbed the bottle of Gatorade and took a giant gulp. “Dude, what the fuck was that?” I smiled to myself, always relishing those moments when boys ask questions when it's already too late. “Just something called G, bud,” I replied, doing my best to sound casual. “It’s sort of like a strong shot of Jägermeister.” “Fuck, that better be a lot stronger than Jäger, dude. That was fuckin’ disgusting.” “Trust me, buddy.” I said, placing a hand on his shoulder as I felt the heat radiate from his young, muscled body—all those chems just beginning to do their work. “Just trust me, OK?” He nodded, and I led him out to the patio, where my favorite faggots were hard at work: Brian was sitting in one of the deck chairs, his dick lodged deep inside Jesse’s hole. Jesse squatted over him, his shoulderblades pressed against Brian’s chest, craning his neck back for a deep, sloppy kiss. Meanwhile, Brian wrapped his hairy, muscular arms around the jockboy’s smooth body, both of them lost in the glazed-eye twilight of a deep chemfuck. My attention immediately went to Jesse’s ass as it stretched around Brian’s poz dick, the boy’s chem-fueled fuckhole hungrily pulsing in a deep, steady rhythm. I glanced over at Dalton, who had clearly noticed the same thing. “Holy fuck,” he said under his breath, absent-mindedly reaching down to grab his dick. The sound of his voice—deeper than usual, with just a hint of a growl—immediately brought Brian and Jesse to attention. “Fuck! I'm so fuckin' sorry, Dalton,” said Jesse, doing his best to sound ashamed while keeping that raw dick firmly lodged in his hungry hole. “We didn’t mean to freak you out. Is this OK?” “Yeah, it’s cool, buddy,” Dalton said hoarsely, trying to signal his approval with an awkward wave of his hand. “Gay shit doesn’t bug me, bro. You know that.” “Well, that’s a good thing, straightboy,” Brian replied, his eyes locked on Dalton’s. “Because this gay shit won’t be stopping anytime soon. There’s no fuckin’ way I’m pulling out of this boy’s hole until he’s dripping with my cum.” Dalton hesitated for a moment, lost in the intensity of Brian’s stare, before letting out a forced laugh. “Hey, do your thing, bro. Just don’t count on me joining in.” “Fine by me, dude,” Jesse replied. “More dick for this faggot.” “That’s right boy,” Brian said to him, thrusting his cock just a little deeper. “Now show me what a hungry chempig you really are.” The two of them dissolved back into a kiss, and Dalton and I stared at Brian’s fat dick as it grew fatter still, stretching that boyhole even wider than before. “It’s all good,” I said to Dalton in a low, quiet, even voice, reaching over to squeeze his shoulder—and causing his cock to jerk upward with another twitch. “Why don’t you head inside, and I’ll find you some good pussy porn?” “Fuck, that sounds good to me,” he said with relief, seemingly unable to stop staring at Jesse’s pulsing fuckhole as it milked the precum from Brian’s poz cock. “But hey: weren’t we gonna smoke first, bro?” “Oh, damn! My bad, buddy. Here you go.” Once again, I held the pipe to his lips and heated the bowl, letting the tip of my cock graze his outer thigh as I whispered instructions to this newest chempig-in-training. And once again, he inhaled a lungful of smoke, leaning his head back and blowing a giant cloud—his hips countering with a slow, sensual forward-thrust of his cock. I fed him two more hits after that, each time letting my dick rest a little more firmly against his leg. Then I gave him a friendly smack on the ass and told him to meet me inside. As Dalton walked away, Brian moaned softly, his eyes following the rise and fall of our Neighbor Boy’s muscled ass. “Please tell me I get to fuck that boy now,” he said under his breath. “I can’t fuckin’ hold back any more.” “You will—don’t worry,” I replied. “But first we need to solve a tiny problem.” “What’s that?” “Well, see…he’s not a faggot. According to him, anyway.” “That’s nothing new,” said Brian. “True. I’ve seen dudes with sloppy asses dripping 10 fresh loads, yet still claiming to be straight.” “Fuck that. We’ll make this boy a faggot, and make him fuckin’ like it. We just need to help him see things…our way.” “Ah: the power of persuasion.” “Fuck no,” Brian replied. “The power of a nice fat slam.”

Favorite things tops have said to me: Before starting: "Spread." "You want me to shoot my babies inside you?" While cumming in me: "Damn right, I'm coming in you." "Take it, you fucking whore." Right afterward: "That oughta hold you for a day or two." "Damn, that's going to get you knocked up." "Well, you wanted me to make a mess in you... told you I cum a lot."

[i snapped this photo during last night's slam-and-breed session with a hung, twisted perv. I'm still high as fuck...] CHAPTER 4 - TRISTAN Tristan has been our dealer for the last two years. Back when we met him, we were looking for a more dependable connection. A mutual friend described him as “an entrepreneurial sadist,” so we decided to give the guy a try. I’ll never forget walking into his apartment for the first time. Tristan, dressed only in a ballcap and wife-beater, sat in a huge chair—a throne, almost—at the far end of the room. He was dirty-blond and scruffy and tattooed, with a hard look on his handsome face. Between his muscular thighs, he had an uncut cock fat enough to send an inexperienced bottom to the emergency room. It glistened and dripped like he'd just pulled it from a wet hole. Between us and Tristan, in the middle of the room, a handsome kid in a jockstrap—I’m guessing he was 19, maybe 20—was flat on his stomach, a pillow crammed underneath his crotch to elevate his little musclebutt. He was struggling against three guys who’d pinned him to the floor while a fourth dude thrust his raw dick deep into the kid’s hole. They’d muzzled him, too; all we could hear were wordless croaks of protest. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks streaked with tears. Then came a thrust so hard we heard something snap, or burst open, or give way. The bottom shook his head violently. Through his muzzle, we could hear him break down into full-bodied sobs—but the top didn’t let up, not for a second. He just kept on plowing that butt, plunging his dick in deep. Meanwhile, in the crotch of my jeans, as my dick hardened up until it strained the fabric down to about mid-thigh, a pool of viral precum began bleeding through the denim, quickly forming a four-inch-round wet spot. “Don’t worry—the kid will warm up to it eventually,” Tristan said to me and Brian, motioning for us to join him on the other side of the room. “We haven’t given him any T yet, so he hasn't discovered that he’s a filthy fuckin’ whore.” Then he turned to the group of guys fucking the boy. “Hey, Carlos—give our brand-new little barebacker a booty bump, will ya? I’m tired of all this crying bullshit.” Carlos, a hairy Latino guy with an uncut cock, let out a big laugh. “Drew is already one step ahead of you, boss. He just dipped the head of his cock into the baggie.” “Fuck yeah,” added another guy—apparently Drew, a dark-haired, smooth-chested dude in his mid-20s. He wrapped his hand around the base of his downward-curving cock, proudly showing off the white crystals studded all over his mushroom head. “Let me in there,” he said to Carlos. “I wanna get this faggot fucked up.” Carlos moved aside. Drew placed his Tina-covered cock against the kid’s hole, spread that virgin butt wide open with a powerful pair of hands, and made his delivery with a single brute shove. The kid screamed through the muzzle as shards of crystal tore across the thin tissues of his hole. Unfazed, Drew just kept working those chems deeper, pounding away until the kid’s screams faded into a stunned silence. “I guess I should’ve introduced you,” Tristan said as he checked the weight on our 8-ball. “The boy with the big dick in his hole? That’s my nephew Sebastian. Devout Jesus freak and a total fucking closet case. Last week I caught him jacking his dick—nice dick, actually—while flipping through some of the old gay porn magazines I’d stashed in my parents’ basement in the ‘90s. When I confronted him about it, he gave me some lame excuse, and I pretended to believe him. Then, just to assure him that everything was cool, I suggested he drop by my place tonight to play board games. Seriously, dude: he thought I wanted to play board games! Anyway, as soon as he walked in the door, these four guys grabbed him from behind, stripped off his clothes, pinned him to the ground, and crushed his sweet little cherry. It’s about time somebody raped some sense into him, you know?” Just then, a violent coughing fit erupted from the center of the room. I glanced back to see Sebastian on his back, muzzle off, legs spread, one arm raised high in the air, eyes wild with confusion. One of the tops was placing a cap on a syringe, grinning at his handiwork as that doomed little cunt rode the dark wave of his first slam. “So much for following Jesus,” Tristan said to us with a dark laugh. “You guys like what you see?” We didn't answer right away. We were too busy watching as a top with a red-and-black biohazard tat pressed his dick against Sebastian's hole and plowed right in. The kid’s whole body shivered and twitched. He whimpered a few times. And then he began making a long, low moaning sound, pulling his legs back for a better view of the poz cock fucking him in half. Brian nodded. “Oh, yeah. Slammed up and knocked up, just like a good boy should be.” “OK, so here’s something that might interest you,” Tristan replied. “Half of my business is selling the best shit in town. The other half is pimping out boys. I like to get ‘em hooked on slamming T, you know? But this is important: I never, ever teach ‘em how to slam. If they want that syringe in their arms, they have to come to me. And I treat ‘em well, too: I give ‘em my best shit, and I never miss. My only hard-and-fast rule is that they can’t get slammed by anybody else without my permission. If they break my rule, they’re out on the fuckin’ street.” He paused for a moment to give his cock a twitch. “Anyway, here’s what I’m trying to say: I’d love for you guys to recruit some hot little fags for me to slam up and whore out.” “Um, wow,” said Brian, laughing. “I think we might be into that.” “Thank you,” Sebastian gasped. I glanced back to see him getting plowed by the same guy, the kid's fingers carefully tracing the outline of the dude's biohazard tat. “You're welcome, boy," the top replied, smiling a cocky smile as he plunged in deep. "This cunt of yours was built for taking my cum." “Listen, pig: focus,” Tristan said with a crooked grin. I turned back to face him. “Here's what I'm thinking. Anytime you guys find a boy who, in your expert opinion, has a sweet tight cunt that would bring some serious business my way, go ahead and send him to me. In return, I’ll give you some free product—maybe even a shitload of free product, if the boy’s got some serious moneymaking potential.” Brian and I glanced at each other, both of us grinning like it was our first time at the bathhouse. There was no need for further discussion. It was obvious that we'd just stumbled into the perfect gig. And the best part of the whole thing? We haven’t paid for an 8-ball since. * * * Brian and I led Jace to the apartment, telling him to knock on the door. He knocked. Tristan answered, wearing only a ballcap. His lean torso tapered into a set of defined abs, the shape of his body acting like a funnel as it drew our eyes toward the heaviness of his cock. “Hey there,” he said to Jace, locking eyes with our brand-new chemwhore. “You’re high as fuck, aren’t you?” “I guess so,” Jace stammered. “Good boy. That’s exactly what I like to see.” Then Tristan flexed his cock, making it swing upward and slap against his stomach—a favorite trick. He smirked as Jace licked his lips. “You like my cock, bro?” “Fuck yeah, dude.” Tristan wrapped his hand around his dick, flexing it again to send a rivulet of precum flowing down the length of the shaft. “I want to bury this big raw cock in your hungry little tweakhole, faggot. Got it?” Jace didn't answer at first. He was open-mouthed and glassy-eyed, his belt unbuckled, his hand shoved down the back of his jeans. Through the fabric, I could see that he was fingerfucking his partied-up hole. He nodded. “I need a louder answer than that, pig.” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy. You hungry for some more smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir.” “Then follow me, boy. Follow me back to my chair.” They walked across the room. Tristan sat down in his chair, then motioned for Jace to stop in his tracks. “Just stay there for the moment. This is my chair, bro. You’ll sit down when I give you permission to sit down. Got it?” “Yes, sir.” Tristan picked up the pipe. “I forget: did you say you wanted some smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir!” “Well, here’s the deal. I’m not feeding you any until you climb up on this chair and take a seat all the way down my dick. All the fucking way down. I want to feel your taint pressed against my fuckin’ stomach. Got it, fag?” “Fuckin’ A, sir!” “Good boy.” Jace didn't give himself a chance to think about it. He immediately clambered onto the chair, straddled Tristan, and placed the head of that dick against his butt. He didn’t tease it or jack it. Instead, he immediately got to work, sitting down on the full length of Tristan’s raw cock with a single piercing grunt. Tristan looked over at us, his face lit up in a twisted grin. “Fuck, you guys. This ass is worth a month’s supply of shit, easy.” Meanwhile, Jace was staring longingly at the pipe in Tristan's hand. “Sir," he said—unable to disguise his hunger for more chems—"Can I please smoke now?” “Of course, pig,” Tristan replied. He placed the pipe against Jace’s lips, feeding that faggot a long series of big hits. Brian and I watched the impressive cloud formations, then began gathering our things to head back home Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tristan grab a rubber strap and tie it snugly around Jace's bicep. "This looks like it's gonna hurt," Jace said. “It's not gonna hurt, buddy boy. You just stay still. You’re gonna love this. I promise. It’s a little something I like to call it the Point-Five Surprise. A nice big slam for my hot little bitchboy.” “OK, dude," Jace replied. "I fuckin' love that smoke. I'll do anything to get more." “I know you will, pig. And in about 10 seconds, you'll do anything...and then some.” Brian and I closed the door behind us. As we walked down the hall, we heard a long series of loud, breathless coughs, one after another. By the time we reached the elevator, the coughs had been replaced by the rhythmic smack of skin against skin as Tristan plowed Jace’s freshly slammed-up hole. * * * When Brian and I arrived back home, we heard a quiet, rhythmic splashing from the backyard of Dalton’s house. Was Neighbor Boy swimming laps? We figured it was worth checking out, so we quietly made our way to the backyard, sneaking over to our secret vantage point near the fence. We weren’t disappointed. Dalton was alone in the pool, swimming freestyle laps in a Speedo. The curve of his ass bobbed along the surface of the water, and each of his calves splashed to the surface in quick succession as he kicked his way back and forth in front of us. Finally, he stopped to catch his breath before pulling himself out of the pool, the water cascading down his back and splashing against the muscled perfection of his ass. Then, with a single casual flick of his thumbs, he dropped his Speedo to the ground, stepped out of it, leaned over to grab a towel, and wrapped himself up before heading back inside. His Speedo was still on the pavement. And in the next moment—as Brian slid his raw dick into my hole, both of us dripping precum like a couple of teenagers—I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about that brief glimpse of Dalton’s amazing butt. “His parents leave in two days,” Brian whispered in my ear. “Do you know what that means?" "What's that, babe?" "In two days, that sweet ass is gonna be ours.”